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Title: 318 Ep. 06
Tags: apartment, ghost, hardcore, homeless, oral, rough, squatters
Part Six, I Want it Hard
Wyrm's gray eyes were locked to Samuel's as he turned to regard her. She was wearing her thick coat, that did a fine job at hiding her thin womanly figure, but had it unbuttoned to reveal her tight black shirt underneath that had been cut at the bottom to reveal her bellybutton ring hanging down. Her lips were downturned in a grimace as she arched an eyebrow at him as she crossed her arms under her breasts and bit her lower lip.
"Not happy to see me," she asked as she narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"Of course I am," he lied.
"Let's talk somewhere a bit more private," she said, nodding her head to indicate his apartment just behind her a bit down the hall. "We have much to discuss."
Samuel had a feeling that a "discussion" wasn't going to be a conversation. He was relieved as one revelation occurred to him. She must have not told anybody. She must have been able to keep her grunts quiet or else, she would be accompanied by more of her gang members and maybe even the leader himself.
He followed the tiny thug down the hallway and shadowed her as the two stepped through the busted doorframe of the broken down apartment that he had called home for months now. She spun on her heels as soon as they were both fully in the room and smacked him across the face with an open-handed slap so hard that he had to shake the spots from his eyes.
"Here I am," she began with a growl, staring holes in him as she spoke through gritted teeth. "Risking my ass to help you out and you're hiding from me!"
"I'm not hiding from you," he offered. In truth, he wasn't lying. It was her connections that he was hiding from. He didn't think this woman would tell on herself any more than he would. "And how are you helping me out?"
"Do you know who my man is," she asked, visibly calmer.
"I do now," he admitted, rubbing the side of his face still. She had one hell of an arm on her. "After we had sex."
"So you must know what would happen to me if he were to find out," she asked.
"Probably the same thing that would happen to me," he answered bitterly.
"My fate would surely be worse," she said with a sign. Her eyes looked into his with what appeared to be sympathy. "And that's just for having sex with you."
"What else have you done to gain the anger of your man," Samuel asked, spitting the word man with a great amount of anger.
"Here," she huffed. She reached into her thick coat and pulled out the figurine of the unicorn that she had stolen just the day before. His eyes opened wide as she handed the item to him.
"Why," his question came out in a silent breath. He couldn't believe what she was doing. In truth, she never had the right to take it, to begin with, but there was nothing that he could have done to get it back.
"It felt like the right thing to do," she mumbled as she looked around him toward the open doorframe. "Let's go back away from prying eyes."
Samuel turned to look behind him but found no one on the other side of the door frame. When he turned back to look at Wyrm once more, he saw a glimpse of her backside as she vanished around the corner toward his room. He followed her, the unicorn firmly in his grip.
Once inside his bedroom, he closed the door behind him and turned to look at the fascinating woman, who had shed from her thick coat and was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.
"So," she began. "What are you planning on doing with that thing?"
"I'm going to sell it," he admitted, not feeling like there was a need to lie to her about his intentions. If she had stolen the thing, she must know of its value to begin with. "It should give me enough to give me a boost in life once more."
"And what are you going to do with this new boost," she asked pointedly. He eyed her curiously for a moment before walking over and taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to her.
"What would you have me do," he asked. She looked to him and placed a hand on his leg.
"I would have you make sure you never end up in a place like this again," she said. The hint of humanity in her tone shocked him more than a little. She was acting like an entirely different person than the day before.
"I have some ideas," he said, offering her a comforting smile. "I'll be ok."
"I bet you will," she said, rubbing a hand over the stubble of her shaved head.
In a flash so fast that Samuel couldn't keep up, Wyrm pushed him on his back and straddled her legs over him until she was sitting on his lap and looking down into his eyes. She rubbed her hands up his stomach from underneath his shirt and scratched her nails down his chest as she chewed on her lower lip.
"I want it hard," she finally said, breaking the silence. "I want it so hard that you make me cry."
Samuel stared wide-eyed at the woman on his lap for a long moment as she arched her back and looked down at him. He could feel his erection pushing against the constraints of his pants and knew that she could feel the growth from under her as well, for she smiled to the sensation.
"Remember," she said as she stood up from the bed and yanked all of her clothing off before pulling his pants down to the floor to eye his swinging shaft. "Hard."
She crawled back onto his lap and sat down on him, penetrating her cunt with his still-expanding cock. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as her bottom rested against his thighs. He reached down and gently stroked her legs as she sat still on top of him. Her eyes flashed dangerously and she scratched her nails down his chest, causing a small line of broken skin to begin to bleed. After a moment of him not acting, she reached back and slapped him across the face so hard that his vision temporarily went black.
She reached back for another slap but Samuel caught her by the wrist and thrust his hips up, throwing her over his head. She landed on the floor on the other side of the bed and he was quick to roll over and land on top of her on the floor. She looked up at him with the same wild look in her eyes and swung her arm forward, clipping him in the jaw with a punch. He shook the pain away from his jaw as he gripped both of her arms tightly. She twisted her hips and kneed him in the side so hard that his breath left his lungs as he toppled over to his side on the floor.
She rolled around on top of him once more and tried to pull her hands free but he held on firmly so she bent down and sunk her teeth into the side of his neck. It felt like she would pull a chunk of his flesh away. The pain was so bad. He gritted his teeth and twisted his entire body, rolling her over onto her back. He pulled his head back, yanking his neck from her teeth so fast that he heard her teeth clamp together. She growled and threw her head back forward toward him but he was on to her this time. He kept back from her and twisted her wrists until she had rolled over on her stomach.
"You better get rougher than that," she growled, twisting her back so that she could turn to look over her shoulder at him. He pressed his hands down on her back and felt her asscheeks squeeze his cock.
"You want it rough," he growled, anger rushing through him. His neck and face felt like they were on fire. "You got it."
He scooped his arms under her stomach and lifted her up before spinning her to drop her upper body on the bed, leaving her legs hanging down the floor. She kicked upward with her legs but he clamped her legs together with his knees and pushed the angle of his dick down with a free hand while his other hand held her pinned to the bed.
She looked back over her shoulder and he watched her eyes close tight as he shoved the entirety of his throbbing cock deep into her asshole. She let out a guttural sound from her throat and threw a hand back to grab at him but he quickly leaned away from her touch.
He began working his long, hard, and throbbing rod in and out of her tight ass as he stretched his free hand up to the back of her neck. He hooked his hand under the front of her throat and pulled her up. She made a choking sound as he picked up his pace. He could feel his strength and stamina rise and knew that he could build his pace up to equal the insane speed from the previous night and again from the shower with Angelica.
Faster and faster he worked his hips and louder and louder, the choked screams of Wyrm sounded throughout the room. Sounds of his thighs crashing against her asscheeks grew louder and louder to match the intensity of her choked screams.
"You wanted it rough," he teased. "You asked for this."
He released her throat and her face fell into the mattress as she gasped for breath.
Faster.
She cried out something unintelligible but he didn't dare slow down. He pounded his rod into her asshole even faster. Her cries grew louder to match the sounds of flesh on flesh.
"I...mmm," her sobs muffled by the mattress in her face. "C...uuu...mmm...i...nnnnn..g!"
Her stretched muscles on her back began to spasm as he worked faster and faster in and out of her. Her screams worked in short bursts and her hands gripped the sheets of the bed in a death grip as if she were afraid to let go. He looked down to see the side of the bed had a dark spot underneath her.
Faster.
His lungs began to ache as he took in quick and sharp breaths as his thrusts worked inhumanly fast. He could feel the swelling of his cock but didn't want to finish just yet. She asked for this. She wanted him to be rough with her. What was it she had asked? She wanted him to make her cry?
He pulled his cock from her ruined asshole and spun her body around so that her head was facing him. He rolled her over onto her back and looked down into her eyes, which had rolled up to the back of her head. She finally managed to focus her eyes on him and he dropped his heavy dick onto her face. He waited for an attack from her but it appeared that her fight was over. She had received what she had wanted.
Now it was his turn!
"Open your mouth," he ordered. She laid on her back completely motionless, staring up at him. That dangerous look began to glow on her face once more and he knew he had to stop it right then. He reached down, pried her mouth open with his fingers and shoved his shaft between her lips and passed her throat. She gagged and squeezed his ass as her body twisted on the bed. She swung a few weak punches against his side but he was too caught up in the moment to feel them.
He picked up his rapid pace where he had left off, pounding his cock in her mouth and down her throat at a speed so quick that his balls smacked against her forehead and echoed a smacking noise across the room that drowned out her gags.
Her body continued to twist from side to side until he reached down and hooked his fingers inside of her soaking wet pussy and pulled her still. Her cries escaped from around his rod as he began fingering her at a tempo to match his thrusts in her mouth. Her teeth tried to clamp down on him but the girth of his cock was too thick for her to do any damage. If anything, it turned him on even more.
She threw her legs up in the air as she kicked wildly. Wetness sprayed from her climaxing pussy as he felt his balls tighten. He pulled his cock from her mouth and looked down at her. Her eyes were locked to his and he noticed the wetness of tears running down the sides of her face.
"Jerk me off," he ordered.
She reached a hand up and wrapped her fingers around his pulsating shaft as she lifted her head and licked on his balls. She pulled her enclosed hand up and down his cock, which was soaking wet from her saliva. She pulled fast and hard, though her speed didn't even come close to matching his previous thrusts. Her tongue worked furiously on his tightened ball sack.
He threw his head back and howled a grunt as he felt his load shoot out of him. He looked down to see that the first blast shot a thin rope of his cum down her chest and over one nipple. He watched as his second blast landed down her chin and over her neck. She lifted her head up and took him in her mouth and swallowed the rest of his cum as it poured from him.
He twisted in the air and fell back on the bed next to her but aimed in the opposite direction. He turned to his side and kissed the side of her leg, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. He felt her mouth sucking on his deflating cock as her hands rubbed up and down his side.
"Worth it," she whispered after a moment. He looked down to see her smiling down at him.
She eventually stood up and slowly pulled her clothes back on before turning to look at him once more. She gave him a smile that almost looked sad.
"I hope you get everything that you want," she said. She started to walk out of his door but stopped and turned to face him one last time. "Don't forget me."
He watched her leave and heard her light footsteps as she exited his apartment completely. What had come over her? She wanted the best for him? Just yesterday, he had the feeling that he was just a plaything for her. He assumed that she would want to use him for just that until she had grown bored of him. Now it almost seemed like she was breaking up with him so he could find better things in life.
He stood up and pulled his own clothes on a few minutes later. He had to head back to Cricket's apartment. She could be back already. He didn't want to worry her.
He stepped through the broken doorframe and entered the other hall. He walked up to Cricket's apartment door and pushed it open. | literotica |
Title: 2 More Secrets
Tags: breast milk, breast pump, lactation, nipples, short shorts, sucking, oral, aroused
Until my cell phone rang it had been a very dull Saturday. But what a difference a single phone call can make.
The call was from Mindi, a family friend who had given birth to twins a couple of months earlier. We often had dinner with her and her husband, Chuck. She was South Korean, very petite and extraordinarily attractive. In fact, she had been second runner up in a beauty pageant in Seoul before moving to the US to get her MBA. I admit to having fantasized on many many occasions about how much fun it would be to get her naked; especially when she wore her very short cut offs. I swear they barely covered her ass and her flawless white thighs really looked inviting whenever she walked around holding one of the babies. One of my favorite pictures of the entire last year is one where she is holding one of the babies and doesn't realize that her left nipple has leaked so much that her sweater is wet.
She had never called me before, so I knew something important was going on.
"Dan, I really need your help with something, but I have to ask for your word that this stays just between you and me. Do you swear that it will on the very lives of the twins?"
"Yes, of course I do if that is what you want. So, Mindi, how can I help?"
"This is really pretty embarrassing, so you really have to promise again that this is just between you and me. Right?"
"Yes, I do. Now what can I do to help?"
"I think that you knew that Chuck took the twins to see his mother in Palm Springs this morning and they are not coming back until tomorrow afternoon, so I am without a car."
"Yes, Mindi, I remember because the last time we all got together we commented that Karen and Chuck were going to be gone at the same time. So what do you need me to do?"
"Well, here's the embarrassing part. You know that I have been breast feeding the twins. Fortunately, I produce so much milk that even though there are two of them, I always have enough. Please promise that what I am about to tell you will be a secret forever."
"Mindi, I have already promised at least twice, and you need to trust me that I will honor my commitment to you. OK?"
"Ok, Dan. Sorry. But I am pretty upset by what I am going through but I need to trust you. And, the reason I called is that I know deep down I can. Now here is the situation. I need to use our breast pump at least once every 4 hours when the twins are not here. Unfortunately as I was setting it up an hour ago, I knocked it on the floor and cracked one of the connecters ... and now it won't work. I called the store and they knew exactly which part was broken and told me that they could get one from the other store by 5 o'clock this afternoon."
"Mindi, I will be happy to pick it up and take it over there to get it fixed. What time should I come over?"
"Dan, I knew you would. But that is only one of the problems that I have. And the other one is really hard to tell you about. But here goes. It has now been almost 5 hours since I fed the twins just before they left. I was going to use the pump right at the 4 hour mark when it fell and broke. But we were taught a simple procedure they call 'manual expressing' to get the milk out and relieve the pressure. Unfortunately, it is not working as fast as it needs to and I am really getting uncomfortable. In fact within an hour I will be in real pain and within two hours I will be in real trouble. In fact if this goes on too long the buildup of milk could actually cause some real damage. So this is the really embarrassing part. I think that I need you to come over and help me. You are absolutely the only person that I can trust. It will probably take us less than 20 minutes. I will give you a second to think about it. But can you come over in the next few minutes?"
It certainly did not take me even a second to think about it. If she was asking me to do what I thought she was asking me to do, suck her nipples until the pressure from milk buildup was relieved, the only problem was not getting a speeding ticket on the way to their house. I tried to be calm as I told her, "Of course I will help. Just tell me what you are thinking that I can do."
Mindi went on. "I have written the name and address of the store on a slip of paper and put it on the pump which is on the chair in the entry way. I have also left the front door unlocked. This is what I am thinking but if this makes you uncomfortable, we can talk about alternatives. When you come in, lock the door and then come up the stairs. You know our bedroom is at the top of the stairs on the right because that is where you first saw the babies because we had the crib in our room when my parents were here. While you are on your way, I will continue to try to manually express enough milk out so I can last until another 4 hours until about 6 o'clock when you get back with the repaired pump. If I am successful, I will lock the bedroom door so when you try it, it simply won't open. You can then just take the pump, go to the store and bring it back as soon as they fix it. OK?"
"Absolutely. You know I will do anything that you ask."
"If I can't get enough milk out manually and am still in trouble because of the building pressure, the bedroom door will be unlocked. When we knew that the twins would be sleeping in our bedroom for at least the first two months, we had very good shades installed so the room is almost totally dark, even in the middle of the day. So, please come in and shut the door quickly behind you. The only way I can even ask you to do this is that I know that the room will be almost totally dark when you are here. OK, so far?"
I don't think I had even taken a breath since I figured out what she was asking me to do. But as calmly as possible, I just said, "I am totally o.k. with the plan so far. What would you like me to do then?"
"I plan to be sitting with my back leaning against the headboard and when you come in I will put a pillow on my lap. Just come over to the bed and lie down with your head on the pillow. I will tell you how I need you to help as soon as we are both settled. O.K.?"
Holy shit. She was actually asking me to suck on her nipples ... and do it as a favor to her! Making my voice as steady as possible I said, "O.K. I will leave in about 5 minutes and be there in 15 or so. But please, if the manual method is not really working do not risk anything. Just relax and let me help. And I promise this will stay just between us forever."
"O.K., Dan. Remember, if the bedroom door is locked, it means that the manually method is working and I will see you about 6 o'clock."
Please, God, continue to give her so much milk she could feed hungry children all over the world.
I jumped in the shower with an erection that embarrassed even me and set a world record for taking a shower: 4 minutes and 15 seconds. I slipped on some shorts and a shirt and was out the door in 5 minutes flat.
Only with great discipline and concentration did I managed to keep my speed at or below the speed limit all the way over to Mindi and Chuck's house ... but the erection never weakened, and if possible, seemed to be getting bigger.
I opened the front door and, as Mindi said it would be, the pump was sitting on the chair with the address of the store very neatly written on a slip of paper on top of it.
I took off my shoes and walked (not ran) up the stairs. After taking a deep breath in a feeble attempt to calm myself, I tried the door knob. With great relief, it turned so I could open the door. Remembering what Mindi said about opening and closing the door quickly behind me, I did exactly that. But while the door was open for a brief few seconds I saw that Mindi was sitting on the far side of the bed with a sleeveless top and cutoffs. Her perfect thighs were stretched out on the bed. I was pretty sure they were the very short shorts that I had seen and fantasized about so many visits. I did not say a word but slowly got onto the bed while she was putting the pillow onto her lap. After positioning myself at about the right point I put my head on the pillow without saying a word.
She finally broke the silence. "Dan, I really appreciate your coming over. You are the only one who I could trust with helping me with this situation. Are you still o.k. with what I need you to do?"
"I am here to help you so just coach me, so I can."
"Ok. I am going to take off my top now. As you probably know, my breasts are not very big so if you need to use your hands to kind of help you locate them, you can go ahead and do that."
I then rotated very slowly toward her and placed one hand on each side of her just below her arms. Then I brought both of my hands around toward the front and steadily got closer to her breasts until I was touching the side of one with each hand. I then moved my left hand so that her right breast came closer to my mouth. It took all I could do to not play with the nipple with my tongue as I moved it toward my mouth. As it made contact with my lips I opened my mouth and very gently began to suck on it.
Mindi let out a small gasp and trembled as she said, "Thank you thank you thank you. I really needed that done."
Even though I was cautious and not at all greedy, the milk exploded in to my mouth. It was both warm and slightly sweet and there certainly was lots of it. Within a few seconds I had to swallow. I continued to suck gently but firmly and actually swallowed what seemed like a lot. But after a few minutes, I moved my right hand around and pulled the other nipple into my mouth. Mindi let out another gasp as I relieved the pressure in her left breast.
I said, "I know I did not get all of the milk in the other breast but felt that I should relieve some of the pressure in this one first. But if I am not doing this right, please just tell me."
"You are doing exactly the right things," she said with another small shiver. Then she went on, "Can I tell you another secret?"
I swallowed and then stopped sucking long enough to say, "Sure," and then went back to the first breast.
"You noticed that I have shivered a couple of times when you put your mouth on my nipple. In fact I, like many women, have small orgasms every once in a while when I am nursing the twins. I do not think that most women admit this to anyone but I am sure I am not the only one. At any rate, if I squirm around a little bit and my breathing gets a little heavy every little while, please don't pay much attention. OK?"
In fact I had dated two women who specifically told me that they experienced significant orgasms while nursing and I suspected Mindi did too, even if she was a little too embarrassed to admit it right now.
After a few more minutes on her left breast which was now not producing much milk I moved back to her right one. Over the last few minutes she had squirmed around 5 or 6 times and I knew what it meant ... and was very happy to be part of it. I would guess that I had been in the bedroom no more than 15 or 20 minutes, just about her estimate. I was finishing with her right breast when she said, "Can I share another secret with you?"
"Anything, Mindi, anything at all," I said.
"Well, as you know the twins are almost three month old now and Chuck and I have only had sex twice. You know that I had a very rough delivery and he is so worried that he is going to hurt me in some way, he stays away from me. And I am going a little crazy. This is NOT why I asked you to come over but you have been so kind and sweet I have just decided to ask you if you can stay with me another few minutes."
WTF? Really?
"Mindi, I will do anything you ask. I think that you know that by now."
"Good. I thought that you would. Please just stay where you are while I get up for a minute. OK?"
Then I heard the most glorious sound that I had ever heard. It was the sound of Mindi unzipping her shorts. She then got back onto the bed and put her left leg over me so she was straddling my chest. Oh my God, she was going to ask me to give her oral right there.
As I was processing this idea, she said, "I left my panties on so if you are really not interested in what I am thinking that I want you to do, you do not have to go any further." She then moved higher so that her panties were pushing against my chin. I used both hands to gently cup the cheeks of her ass through her panties and pulled her closer to my mouth. I then began to probe the crease of her panties with my tongue. I could tell they were already wet. I kept paying a lot of attention to which places seemed to give her the most stimulation. Within a minute or two she was rhythmically moving against my tongue and it was clear she was very close to an orgasm. While leaving my left hand on her ass I used my right one to quickly move her panties out of the way so I could get my tongue exactly on her clit and use my entire mouth to capture her pussy. As soon as my tongue touched her, she had a massive orgasm and crushed her pussy into my mouth. I continued to move my tongue around, used my hands to stabilize her on my chest and gradually brought her down from the peak. She had what I call a few "aftershocks" on her way down and each time she used my tongue to give her just little extra pressure as just the right moment.
"Oh God, Dan. I really really needed that. Thank you!"
"Why don't you just stretch out here next to me and we can just enjoy being with each other for a little while?" She lifted herself off of me and while on her knees she slipped her wet panties off. Then she lay down on my left side and threw her left arm over me. I managed to stay very still, not knowing what was going to happen next. Had there been any light in the room at all she would have seen a very noticeable bulge in my shorts which certainly hadn't gotten any smaller in the last half hour.
After a few minutes of very relaxed and quiet breathing she began to unbutton my shirt.
"Do you mind if I take your shirt off," she asked.
"Not at all. It feels good to have your hand on me."
She continued to unbutton it and then helped me slip it off. We then snuggled some more. It was still dark but by now my eyes had adjusted quite a bit and so I could make how her face and the outline of her breasts and nipples. She was even more beautiful naked than I had ever imagined. I then caught some motion in her left hand as she moved it toward my shorts. Then I heard the second most wonderful sound of my life as she unzipped them. Moving down and off the bed, she pulled both my shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion. Even in the partial light, my erection was now very visible to both of us.
"Two more secrets, OK, Dan? This is the first one."
I did not even get a chance to answer before she was teasing the bottom of my cock with her tongue. Now I was the one breathing heavily and gasping each time she got more creative. When she finally put her mouth around the head of my cock, I let out a short cry but managed to hold back from having a climax. She was very good and the feelings became more and more overwhelming.
"Last secret, Dan," she said as she got onto the bed and then slowly slid down onto my cock while lifting my hands up to her nipples. She did not wait long before she began moving up and down and it became clear she was preparing to climax using my cock rather than my tongue this time. As she got closer and closer I matched her movements and within another few minutes we both exploded into each other. I can honestly say it was one of the deepest and most intense orgasms that I have ever had ... and I suspect she felt the same even though we never talked about it then or later. After quieting down for a minute or two, she lifted herself off of me.
I then pulled her next to me and we stretched out side by side with her hand resting on my very satisfied cock. I think that she may have actually fallen asleep for a few minutes.
When she woke up, she caressed my chest a few times and then said, "Thank you. I am going to take a shower but I won't be long. You can stay right here if you want." As she opened the bathroom door I had a full and perfect view of just how beautiful she was. It was very apparent that she was energized; and her nipples were still stiff and standing out.
She got up and went into the bathroom and I grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand and cleaned myself up a bit before retrieving my shorts and underwear and putting them on.
After she came into the room dressed only in a towel I got up, slipped on my clothes and we shared a long and intense embrace.
I then left, picked up the pump, went to the store, had it fixed and dropped it off. And our secrets continue to be secret. | literotica |
Looking back at how things had progressed, Kal often found himself torn between a deep, almost irresistible desire to fall into unending nostalgia, and an overwhelming, burning, envious anger at the injustices that the world had wrought upon him.
He remembered the good old days, where he had been the only person on the planet to be blessed with the gene, the only one to have grown to such immense sizes that an entirely new “illness” was named after him. He remembered the struggle to have it recognized not as something inherently bad, but as a “next step in evolution”, even if that made very little scientific sense; he recalled with fondness when others around him began to grow in excess to what they should as well, how he had become known as the one who heralded a brand new age of medical knowledge, an upturning of the social order as more and more individuals came to be known as “hypers”: those with the correct genetic sequence that their bodies burgeoned outwards far in excess to what would be expected for their species and age.
For years this notion had been the exclusive purview of more extreme fetish art, but with Kal at the forefront and thousands, eventually millions following right behind him, it was clear past a certain point that hypers weren’t destined to remain a minority for long; in the short span of ten or so years, they went from a handful of isolated cases to composing the vast majority of the population… and that’s when the problems started. For Kal, things had been pretty great, what with him being hailed as the “world’s first hyper”, with all of the accolades, perks and guest star appearances that entailed; it was a life of frankly unparalleled luxury that he lived, one where he was underneath a spotlight for every hour of every day, and though others might find such a state of affairs to be exhausting, the tiger lived and breathed that sort of attention.
To him, nothing else could be better, hence why he occasionally ran himself ragged going from place to place in order to promote whatever personal project he’d been working on at the time; for years he maintained this frenzied rhythm, to the point where it was all he knew, to the point where, when it finally began to wane, he immediately picked up on it. ‘Twas almost imperceptible at first, but as news began to trickle in of other “plus-sized” hypers, Kal knew that he had competition; what he didn’t know was that said competition would be short-lived, not because he would blow them out of the water, but because it seemed as if the hyper gene worked in a reverse order: those who came into size later, after Kal himself did, eventually grew bigger than him, and seeing as he had been the first confirmed case of this new condition… suffice it to say, as soon as this particular truth became known to him, the tiger’s life, at least as he knew it, was over.
No longer was he big enough to serve as the representative of anything, no longer did he have the standing to go on stage and earnestly suggest that he could speak for anyone but himself; he had been relegated to a footnote in the history books, a “patient zero” of sorts towards whom people would nod at on the streets, maybe even pay some lip service to, but nothing more. When his very own neighbors were bigger than he was, some by several orders of magnitude, what grounds did Kal have to stand on to suggest that he might be even remotely relevant?
He would forever be known as the first hyper, sure, but that hardly mattered when, in this brand new world, he had once again been relegated to the bottom rung of society… at least in terms of size. Above all else, this was what caused him to descend into a year-long depressive episode after first realizing how hopeless it all was, to know that after a decade of unmatched dominance, he would slowly be dethroned by quite literally everyone else on the planet, including the very people who once interviewed him over his important status as the vanguard for a new world order. For someone who had come from nothing and been given the chance of a lifetime, to so abruptly be thrown back into the pits of obscurity felt like a mean-spirited practical joke, played by the universe itself at his expense.
The scale of it was impressively malicious as well, given that he himself was no slouch in terms of what his body could do: if his impressive height, standing at a proud nine feet, was not enough to impress, then surely a package big enough to have his nuts hang close to the floor and a cock the length of his torso would; even if not, then mayhaps the simple fact that he could fill up entire bathtubs with his precum alone, and needed special drains installed in his house just to keep him from flooding it on a daily basis. What a shame that none of this mattered, that these “special” drains were no longer anything special at all, as they’d become government-mandated in all households with hypers residing within them (which were, at that point, effectively every house in the country); what a shame that even his prodigious productivity was seen as frankly middling, even mediocre, when judging by the standards the rest of society operated on.
The biggest of hypers could drown out entire cities if they were left to cum their brains out without adequate preparations, requiring vast amounts of funds to be diverted to their containment; what hope did Kal have of ever competing with those behemoths, they whose bodies were visible for miles around? It all felt terribly unfair, and though he was no stranger to using these feelings to boost him back up in order to accomplish his goals and build himself a stronger foundation, the tiger had to admit that he didn’t have a single clue on how to fix his current problem. It had been fifteen years since he was first diagnosed, and since then, the world had flown by him, leaving him alone, in his home, sitting on a decade’s worth of being a major celebrity.
In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad of a life, assuming of course that he focused entirely on his material possessions. He had a decent penthouse in one of the better parts of the city and enough money to last him for the rest of his life, even accounting for the occasional flight of fancy and some frankly decadent lifestyle choices; were he a simpler man, he would’ve been happy to rest on his laurels and simply fade into the backdrop while others took center stage, enjoying the finer things in life from the comfort of his own home… but he was not a simple man. In fact, Kal liked to think of himself as quite needlessly complicated, a tiger obsessed with doing things not necessarily in the right way, but in whatever manner would be most pointlessly complex, if only so he could satisfy both his curiosity and his innate desire to prove to himself that he could always do better. Or, perhaps, he was just a sore loser and this was his way of justifying it, or maybe he had grown so accustomed to the constant adoration that he’d been in a years-long withdrawal; any of these options were reasonably likely, but they all ultimately ended up at the same place: he had to be the biggest one again.
Not just big, not just big enough that it would be a hassle, but so massive, so unfathomably huge that even those titans which had been blessed last but most strongly by the gene would look puny next to him; he would once again be at the forefront of a new awakening, one where hypers of all stripes would look at him and realize that they, too, were absolutely tiny and should grow bigger to compensate… thus kickstarting a cycle where he, Kal, would always be growing, always be getting bigger and more powerful, and always be armed with plenty of excuses to continuously push his boundaries.
Or, at least, that’s what the plan was; how exactly he was supposed to accomplish any of this was still up in the air, or if it was even feasible to begin with. As far as the tiger knew, there was no real way of tampering with the hyper gene (not according to the latest genetic research, at least), and even his initial awakening had come entirely unexpectedly and without him doing anything special to trigger it; one day he was perfectly normal, the next he woke up with a dick twice its original size and nuts big enough that it took him an hour to empty them fully. No amount of anything seemed to have any verifiable effect: though he had grown big, bulky and stout, exercise did what it always had; though he had grown virile to a frankly absurd degree, any supplements he took ranged from ineffective to so pathetically inefficient that they might as well be the former.
For all intents and purposes, Kal’s body was telling him that he had no control over the proceedings, and that he should sit down, accept his fate, and deal with the fact that he would never be as big compared to others as he used to be. This, of course, only made him want to break the cycle even harder, because if there was one thing that made the tiger want to rage against the heavens, it was the heavens telling him he wasn’t allowed to do something; if fate had ordained it for him to stay at that size for the rest of his life, well then fate would simply have to be proven wrong! He had no plan of action, none of the knowledge needed to make one, nor the contacts in the right industries to make inquiries as to what could be done; all he had in his possession were his own size woes, an inability to admit defeat, and a burning need to rise above all others and make his mark upon the world… and really, that’s all he’d ever had.
From a lowly fry cook to a world-travelling celebrity, he had proven at the very least that he knew how to work a crowd and bend it to his every whim, and the only reason he’d ever lost his status was because others had literally grown too big for him to share the stage with them. He had, nonetheless, forged a small empire from nothing, and if there was anything he could rely on, it was his bullheaded, idiotic, singleminded determination, the willpower to do something he very well knew was impossible purely because he was informed that it was impossible. Now, the main issue at hand was that, inner fire or not, it was actually quite important for him to know where to start; it was one thing for him to want something, quite another for Kal to take a step in the right direction in order to obtain it.
Lacking any insider knowledge on the relevant scientific fields, the only resources and contacts the tiger could mobilize were those related to showbusiness, his little black book of sycophants and various hangers-on that he had kept in his possession just in case he ever needed to cash in favours. After the hyper awakening began to take its toll on the world, Kal assumed that he’d never have any reason to call upon those people ever again… but with his mind now set on making himself the biggest around yet again, there were no avenues that he wasn’t willing to pursue, if for no other reason than to exhaust every option he had available.
As he considered this, however, the tiger realized there was always the simple solution of just not relieving himself. With his body used to having its cum stores duly pumped out several times a day, lest something bad happen with him overstuffing himself, it was trivially easy for Kal to deliberately bring that “something bad” to happen by, quite simply, just not jacking off; admittedly, it was significantly easier said than done, seeing as he’d still need to deal with the pressure, but it was a method he knew had some promise… or at least assumed it did. There were plenty of stories of hypers across the world who found themselves larger than they already were after they were kept from emptying out for longer than normal, though whether or not this was a result of their self-denial or just part of their regular growth cycle was never proven scientifically; as would be expected, no one really wanted to give credence to the idea that one could become bigger by inaction, lest the entire world suffer the consequences, and as such these tales were both derisively mocked, at worst, and at best merely refuted by established authorities.
As far as anyone knew, and as far as the scientific establishment cared to tell anyone, one’s size was linked purely to one’s genetic code, specifically the “hyper sequence”. Kal, of course, seriously doubted this claim, if for no other reason than it being false meant that he could live out his dreams, and thus he set out to not empty himself for at least a full day, while he busied himself phoning up whatever contacts he had left in order to mobilize his network; the consequences for this would be severe, though unbeknownst to Kal himself, they would not be made apparent to him until after he had given up pursuing that avenue. For his body was not the body he used to have a decade and a half prior, and if there was anything that the hyper gene had done for him, it was heighten his productivity to such an absurd degree that if he didn’t actively fill up entire bathtubs’ worth of volume with his spunk, the slight discomfort he felt whenever he wasn’t being actively drained would progress to pain very quickly, enough that he would have trouble thinking straight after just an hour or so.
There was a good reason why he kept drains in every single room of his penthouse when he technically only needed one in his bathroom; no point having to get up and waste time staring at a wall when he could be watching television or working in his study, after all. These wall-mounted ports, however, would soon become more than just a means of release; they were symbols of his folly, signifiers of what sort of insanity he had attempted, because the poor tiger didn’t last for more than three hours before he was left unable to even walk straight. Things had progressed normally enough for the first thirty or so minutes, or at least as normally as they could go; after Kal decided not to empty out, it wasn’t as if his body then turned around and produced more just to spite him, leaving him with a firm grasp of the sort of timeline he could expect.
Yet, the longer he spent without shoving his dick into one of those pumps and letting his nuts empty themselves into the piping, the harder he found it to focus on anything other than doing just that; force of habit was already powerful on its own, but when he reached the point where he had to remove his trousers in order to make room for a swelling pair of cumtanks, that’s when Kal realized that he might be biting off more than he could chew. Nevertheless, he insisted on denying himself, even when his body began to burn up and sweat poured down his brow in quantities so copious that he might as well be giving himself a bath; with his cock turgid from the sensations firing up into his brain from the two overtaxed orbs he had spilling over the side of the couch, not touching himself had become the hardest thing in the room, fittingly enough.
All the tiger could do was look straight ahead at his shaft, watch as it throbbed and pulsated with each heartbeat, more and more blood diverted to leave it increasingly larger with each second the passed without him stimulating himself; this was, perhaps, the greatest of cosmic jokes played on him, that hypers were fully capable of growing… temporarily, as their arousal spiked higher and higher. He would keep swelling until such a point as the pleasure became too much for him to resist, and what this meant in practice was a cock that took up an increasing amount of room in front of him, and two balls that swelled in every direction until he could feel the ground underneath them despite being firmly seated on his sofa.
Even so much as thinking about calling anyone became an impossibility; if he couldn’t get up from his seat, how could he be expected to maintain a decent conversation over such a serious topic as his size woes? No, the number of options available to Kal had been reduced to just one: sitting there and waiting for the inevitable explosion, because if there was one thing certain in his mind, it was the knowledge that, like it or not, he was going to cum his brains out. Even if he succeeded in keeping his hands off his dick, which was itself becoming increasingly unlikely as time went on, there wouldn’t be anything stopping his body from quite simply overloading on raw pleasure alone; judging by what he was feeling at that time, the tiger figured he’d have a couple of hours at best before his brain gave up and unleashed the full might of his body’s productive capabilities upon his unsuspecting living room, a mental image that only served to aggravate the already lust-addled state that Kal found himself in.
The very atmosphere of the space around him seemed to heat up, filled with musk and other such scents that the big cat was reasonably certain were being emitted by his own body, all while his ears were blessed by the gurgling and groaning of two very hyperactive cum factories, not to mention the soft, leather-like creaking that heralded every inch that his nuts and cock gained… and there were a lot of those to be had with every moment that passed without Kal submitting to his urges. In a way, it was genuinely impressive that he managed to make it all the way to the three-hour mark before finally snapping, and even then he wasn’t actually experiencing climax; with his cock having grown enough that it was taller than he was and about half again as thick as his torso, a pair of nuts so large that he had to keep his legs atop them so as to not break his pelvis, two cumtanks so enormous that they were collectively about as big as a large family van, it was nothing short of miraculous that the tiger could even think at all.
This made it surprisingly difficult to control himself, as the last thing he actually needed was to become consciously aware of just how enormous he’d become; while under the effects of the hormonal storm he’d unleashed upon himself, Kal could at least rely on a thick curtain of carnal bliss to keep him going, but when things reached such a point that his brain rebooted and he was suddenly beset by the sight of his own girth… well, he was doing all of this purely so he could grow bigger, so to catch a glimpse of what he wanted for himself was a little bit too much for him to handle. He knew, in the instant before it happened, that the dam had broken and the floodgates had been opened, and for a fleeting moment, the tiger knew peace; in the next, the ceiling above his head had a brand new hole in it after the first spurt of cum blasted from his tip, with half of the building being made privy to the noises coming from his sack after it was finally allowed to clench in order to get rid of what were probably, at that point, thousands of gallons of cum.
With his eyes rolling upwards into his skull before his eyelids fluttered close, however, Kal was happy to let everything go, to fall into a state of semi-consciousness as his body handled all the hard work, leaving him to do naught but experience the sheer pleasure of it all; truly a privileged position to be in. He might’ve been stuck there for an hour, or three, or perhaps a full day; as far as Kal knew, he could very well have gone under for a whole week, given how disoriented he found himself when regaining consciousness. It felt like one of those vanishingly rare occasions where he had a bit too much to drink without eating enough beforehand, his sense of direction so compromised that, for a few precious seconds, he lost track of the very concepts of “up” and “down”, among others; it took a solid thud to the side of the head for him to wake up properly, and even then his eyesight remained unfocused for long enough that he began to notice there was an overabundance of white smudges in his field of view.
Still groggy from whatever had happened, Kal wasn’t yet in possession of the correct sequence of memories needed to reveal to him just what he’d done, which was why, when he finally opened his eyes properly and had his retinas start functioning the way they should, his first reaction was to let out a loud yelp, and then immediately topple over as he scrambled to get over the couch, away from what his brain perceived as being a threat. ‘Twas only after he got back up, his back aching and also coincidentally smeared in his own juices, that Kal truly took in just what he had done to his living room: a fresh new coat of paint, one that was a few inches thick, solid white, and seemed to be melting off of whatever surfaces it was slapped onto… which was to say, every single one. He knew, in that part of his mind that remembered such trivial things, that he had a television, a gaming system, an unnecessarily large sound system and a handful of seats arranged in perfect semi-circular positioning, and yet, for some reason, the only thing he could see was an ocean of off-white cream covering everything in the living room.
The true nature of this substance was not unknown to him, though there were still a dozen or so protective layers keeping him from truly recognizing what it was, a final line of defense set up by his primal lizard brain in a last-ditch effort at preserving whatever sanity the tiger had left, for surely, the moment they realized they’d coated their penthouse living room in cum, they would lose their minds completely. The reality of it was, fortunately, far more mundane; the moment those walls were broken down and Kal slowly came to terms with what he’d done to his living space, he didn’t shout, or yelp, or scream or bellow or anything at all. Instead, he sighed, bringing one hand to his temple to avoid accidentally rubbing cum all over his eyes… and in the process smearing it over his forehead instead.
At least his growth-by-arousal still worked, that was a plus; if nothing else, then at least he could make good use of that if he ever felt the need to live out his fantasies, though that’d always be a very distant second to the real deal; which reminded him, wasn’t he supposed to have been contacting someone over that? | yiff-extreme |
Title: Heat on a ship... by Kiyu727
Tags: Breast Sex, Doggystyle, Heat, Love, M/F, Muscles, Vaginal, Wolf
Hey there, everybody. Me again. I've cum to deliver another story. This is dedicated to the insane, but totally memorably Cyrus T. Nightmare. Cyrus, Rice, and Ripper are his property and I used them with permission. Do not take his characters. Jessy, Angie, Roxie, and Captain Obvious are my characters. Ask me before you use them. If I get wind of you stealing either of our characters, I will find out where you live and send angry emos to your house to cut you to relieve the stress they get from working for me. Yes, I do know angry emos. They got tired of being sad...
Jessy smiled as she waited for Cyrus to return from his little expedition off ship. She had changed into her most attractive black lace teddy she could find. She knew he'd enjoy it. Her body, while eight feet tall and bigger than most wolfess', her powerfully configured body rippling with muscles, although not grotesquely so. Her soft, well trimmed fur was easily seen high on her long powerful legs as she rested there in the soft bed, on her side, waiting patiently...
Cyrus panted, it had been an exhausting raid. He was happy to be back on ship with all of his crew. He dropped his sopping wet loot bag, motioning for Ripper the shark to pick it up and do something with it before he stood there shaking off his sides, water droplets flying everywhere.
Moving around the ship, Cyrus checked that everything was in order, the entire crew seeming not to want to talk to him for some reason. Fear showing in their eyes. Cyrus ignored that, assuming someone thought he was angry. One of the new kids, a small panda girl sniffed at him, looking slightly interested for a second before she whimpered, drawing back and turning away from him.
This perplexed him, why would she do that. Moving his head over and resting his muzzle at the shoulder of his trench coat her sniffed himself ."Nothing odd, sea water... Hmm... What's that smell," Cyrus said noting a small underlying scent on himself, I haven't noticed that before.
Angie smiled, flapping her wings and landing by him as he asked that. "Haven't you noticed, Cyrus?" she asked, "Jessie's been acting quite possessive lately."
"What, that? What does that have to do with it," Cyrus asked, her clues confusing him more.
"Have you two been close in the last few weeks," Angie asked making motions that alluded sexual activity.
Cyrus didn't get that, "No... Maybe... She's been picking me up a lot... What's that have to do with it?"
Angie gave up, declaring him hopless, "She's in heat! Her scent is all over you, you dolt!"
Cyrus caught on after that, because if he didn't he would have been a retard instead of a furry psychopath, "Sooo... I need to go see her."
"Hello captain obvious!" Angie said, seemingly waving at Cyrus.
"What?" Cyrus asked before he was shoved out of the way by a shoulder pirate!
"Ahoy Angie! How are ye?" Captain Obvious asked with a smile.
"I'm fine Captain Obvious," Angie said, hugging him, "Why're you here?"
"Someone was bein' obvious and I need to smack him across the face...FACE!!!" Captain obvious replied looking around.
"Oh, that was Cyrus. He's right... Where'd he get off to..." Angie asked looking away," He ran away!"
"Aww," Captain Obvious sighs before a light shone in the sky," Goodbye Angie. I must go and save the world from obvious dumb asses!"
Angie waved as C.O. Flew away...
Cyrus sighed, having made his escape and moved to the door to his private quarters. Shaking his head, he opened the door and froze at the sight before him. His eyes were glued to the visage of his beloved wolfess in the most provocative teddy he had ever seen. (The clothing teddy... Not the teddy bears you necrophilliac! Sorry... I saw a scary movie.)
"Like?" Jessy asked, licking her lips as she looked her male over.
Cyrus nodded, licking his suddenly dry lips, "Yes... I do like it..." Cyrus lifted his nose and took a deep breath, trying to clam himself, but he instead got a huge whiff of her heat scent, his body instantly reacting and making his pants uncomfortable.
Jessy just smiled, leering at him. Looking at him like he was a piece of meat, and she had been starving. (That was metaphorically true... Shut up Me. Fuck Me! Up mine!... We should probably not argue with ourself here... Point taken.)
Jessy motioned for him to approach her, and he scrambled towards her as though his life depending on his obeying her...
"I'm in heat Cyrus," Jessy stated, wondering if he ha noticed, he could be oblivious at times, "You knew that, didn't you?"
Cyrus merely nodded, trying to keep himself off of her simply because he respected her enough to wait for her approval rather than take his pleasure like he had with others.
"I need you to be a very good omega wolf for me tonight Cyrus," Jessy said seriously, looking him in the eyes.
"I... could do that Jessy," Cyrus smiled, thinking to himself confidently and believing that he could satisfy her heat.
Jessy smiled widely, showing her gleaming white dagger-teeth, "Come here then, my mate. Let me get you ready for the main event..."
Jetta licked her lips again as Cyrus disrobed, crawling onto the bed next to her. Pulling down the straps on her teddy, she pushed it from over her ample bosom, letting her massive tits bounce free.
Gigging at how Cy's eyes moved with the motions of her chest, Jessy lifted him and placed his lightweight form on her stomach, letting his long cock smack down onto her ribs hard.
Staring into his eyes, she licked her lip alluringly, her hands snaking their was up to massage at her chest, her hands running over her great mammary mountains as Cyrus stared down at her. Slowly she teased herself for him, running her hands along her humongous chest, her fingers avoiding her nipples until she couldn't stand his any more. She pinched and flicked her enlarged, hardened nipples for him, flicking the rock hard nubs for his view. He squirmed atop her, his balls pressing against her warm flat stomach as his hips rolled involuntarily, alluding to his need.
A nice sounding thought running through her head, the large wolfess smiled and pressed her breasts together before looking at him with a smile. "Go ahead Cyrus,," Jessy whispered as his rolling hips brought the head of his cock into her cleavage, "Fuck them..."
Cyrus could take it no more, leaning forward and pressing his own forepaws onto her chest he thrusted powerfully at her chest, his dick head poking out of her cleavage as his hips slapped into the bottom of her large, perky baby feeders. (Dude, that was unnecessary... Shut up me!) Moaning at the feel of her warm, soft, malleable flesh around his shaft, Cyrus thrusted again, harder, the short, soft fur on her tits adding to the pleasure.
Soon Cyrus was thrusting away at her chest, Jessy moaning under him as her sex moistened even more from his rough treatment. With every thrust he pulled on her nipples as he shoved his cock through her soft tit flesh and every time he withdrew after smacking his hips with her breasts, he pushed them away from him, forcing them to bounce erotically on her costals. She was practically leaking by then, her moist vilva begging for his attention.
Soon, Cyrus was panting as his pleasure began to peak, his hoarse intake of breath telling her she was getting him close. Staring down at the woman he loved, he managed to pant out a soft warning, which only put a glint in her eye as she began to lap her tongue across the head of his cock when it poked its way out of her chest meat. That extra erotic affection was more than enough to push him over the edge, and Cyrus shot his load into Jessy's wide open maw, his entire body shuddering with pleasure as he let out a feeble howl...
Jessy smiled at her panting lover as she cleaned up the few droplets of his cum that she hadn't caught, glad to see that due to her heat, he was already ready for round two, his long firm shaft still pressing against her breasts. (Does not usually happen. Stop discouraging the readers!)
Despite the eagerness of his crotch, Cyrus was quite winded. Bracing himself with his arms over Jessy. "J-Jess... That was... amazing..."
Jessy just smiled from under him lapping at his cock head, eager for more, but also aware of his limitations. Deciding to take her wolf and show him just how much he was hers, she lifted him off of her, placing the whimpering beta wolf next to her on all fours. She admired his seemingly frail form as he waited for her next move, the ship creaking in the waves.
Jessy got up onto her hands and knees, crawling behind Cy and wrapping her arms around him, pulling him into a kneel. Jessy rubbed her paws gently on his stomach, he claws playing with his belly button.
Cyrus shuddered as she played with him. He felt so warm, so safe in her grip. He felt... loved. There was no other way do describe the felling he got when she held him in her strong arms. Even when she was this far into her heat, he could feel it. He could tell her desire for him wasn't based on her heat, but the love that was already there...
Jessy licked the back of his neck as her fingers strayed lower. She nipped at his neck just as her paw wrapped around his cock forcing a moan from his open, panting maw as the feel of smooth, warm, silk soft paw hit his skin and began the slow stroking process of melting his brain.
He squirmed and whimpered as she slowly jerked him off, wishing she would go faster, but not wanting to ask her to speed up. Wanting to at least let her get something out of it, Cyrus moved his tail up to her needy sex, his fur tickling her cunny as his tail ground against her labia.
Jess moaned loudly over her wolf, surprised that he thought to pleasure her too. She then felt ashamed to be surprised by that. Cyrus was the only male who had loved her like he had. The only man who had loved her unconditionally... Of course he would think to pleasure her back.
Rolling their hips, softly at each other, the pair of wolves bonded closer, her hand torturing him sweetly as he pleasured her with his progressively soggier tail. Soon, however, Jessy couldn't stand waiting to take him anymore and moved over him, her tongue moving deep into his ear to distract him as she moved.
Cyrus moaned loudly as her tongue violated his ear, the sensitive lupine ear canal sending shocks of an odd pleasure of its' own into his head. Cyrus couldn't resist her as she pushed him onto all fours again. He wondered what she was doing when she pushed his torso into the bet itself, leaving his ass up high and he gasped loudly when she pulled his cock behind him to rub it against her wet pussy. "Do you want me to stop, Cyrus?" Jessy inquired, leaning over his much smaller frame licking the side of his muzzle as she ground herself onto the head of his cock, watching as Cyrus whimpered longingly for her and shook his head, giving her the all clear.
Jessy smiled, rubbing his rear gently as she pushed her hips forward and took him into her sex.
Cyrus groaned under her, still unable to believe how tight she was, especially with the size difference.
Jessy moved her hips to rump, pressing firmly against them before pulling back slowly, smiling as Cyrus whimpered at the awkward feeling of the pleasure. He'd never fucked... been fucked like this before. Jess smiled more broadly then ever and slammed her hips forward.
Cyrus yelped as she lamed into him, his entire body nearly sent off of the bed by the power of her thrust alone. He gripped the bed sheets tightly, wishing he had something more secure to hold onto. He moaned when she pounded her pelvis into his rear again, wincing a bit as his balls took a slight erotic jolt from the contact.
"Breathe deeply Cyrus," Jessy moaned out to his as she began to speed up, pounding into him repeatedly as the pale wolf gasped from below her, felling her sex gripping his member without easing up a bit, taking in as much of her heat scent as he could while moaning and panting, not to mention sweating, scrabbling, whimpering, squirming, and having his mind blown. (Was that really necessary? Yes, it was. Oy...)
Cyrus felt as though she was going to fuck him off of the bed and began pushing back at her, his cock pushing back into her sopping cunt and only intensifying the pleasure for the both of them but before he could lose his grip again, Jessy wrapped her arms around him and began humping him harder in his forced, stationary position under her.
He large tits pressing into his back, her sexy body all over his, her love radiating to him as her heat aroused him... Cyrus could take it no more, and came, his cock spraying his jizz into her tight snatch. He moaned and yelped again as she continued to pound him.
She moaned over him again at the feel of him coming in her, but her scorching hot pussy was not finished with him. Her scent and the continued pleasure he received from his now over sensitive cock keep in him hard and at the height of arousal as she continued her fucking boiling his cock in her tight gripping love canal.
Cyrus was practically screaming now as her body wiped his mind, leaving nothing but harshly intense pleasure to course through his body. He had no control... He screamed her name as he pounded himself back at her, the sweat dripping from the both of them and wetting the bed making his hands slip when her pushed back.
Jessy was lost... She was with the male she had wanted to do this to for so long, and now she could finally pleasure them both. Screaming out his name as well, she gripped him tighter and fucked even harder than before, the fire in her loins burning higher, moving to the end of her fuse.
Jessy came first, screaming Cyrus' name as he already unbelievably tight snatch clamped down and milked his cock. Cyrus couldn't resist her grip and came again, his second orgasm seeming to go for ages as her filled her womb and canal with his seed, panting as their mixed juices ran down her legs and his stomach.
Panting loudly into his ear, Jessy fell onto her side, still gripping him as they fell onto the fluid drenched bed. Cuddling his exhausted body, she chuckled. And moved her muzzle to his ear again.
"Did you like that Cy?" She whispered.
Unable to make a vocal reply due to panting, Cyrus merely nodded.
"Good... Cuz' I know Rice did..."
Outside the door, Rice cursed as he heard her and knew he had been found out. Roxie panted and giggled from in front of him as pounded his cock deep into her ass, his body pressing her into the door, "I told you not to watch them..." | FSE |
Title: Bed Sharing with Mom
Tags: mother son, mom, treatment, medical exam, medical treatment, treatment, doctor, tribe, bed sharing, medical
*The horror! The horror!*
Okay, it wasn't that bad. But for Jennifer, it was scary at first. As a renowned anthropologist, she was leading a small expedition team to a cold mountainous area to study an indigenous tribe. Her son, Sean, had come along too as an 'assistant,' since he was a college student majoring in the same field.
It went well until Sean was accidentally poked by a poisonous plant.
Sure, as a mother, Jennifer overreacted and was scared beyond belief. But as it turned out, it wasn't so bad. Sean quickly recovered and seemed fine. The real bright side to this (at least for Jennifer) was that she got to witness firsthand the medical abilities of the small tribe. Their healer was glad to work special techniques on Sean, and Jennifer was happy to observe.
As they gathered in the small hut with a local translator, Jennifer marveled as this elderly healer mixed a concoction of exotic leaves and herbs, grinding them in a stone bowl until it was paste.
The translator deciphered the healer's words: *"She says this will help rejuvenate his vitality."*
Jennifer smiled, "What is it?"
The translator deciphered the elderly healer's words once again, explaining that it's locally grown herbs and flowers gathered before the icy season. As Jennifer listened attentively, her anthropological side was on full alert. To her, this was pure gold; this was what the trip was all about.
"Interesting, isn't it?" Jennifer asked her son.
"Sure is," he replied.
The healer continued speaking and the translator explained: *"She says this will restore your son to full health."*
Sean's eyes widened at the sight of the mixture in its final form. Really, who could blame him? The mixture looked like meshed green paste and it had a strong pungent smell that filled the space.
The healer spoke again through the translator: *"She says this must be taken twice a day. Not just for the poisonous plant, but for overall health. Basically, she thinks your son is a strapping young man and she wants to give him a gift that nature has to offer."*
Jennifer's eyes lit up. "Give it a try, Sean. I'm curious to see what it'll do."
The translator added that the mixture, whatever it was, is purely a concoction for male treatment, although the translator didn't know why.
"I guess so," Sean relented.
"It can't be that bad. The people around here have been using it for centuries. It's safe. It'll be a new learning experience."
"If I feel amazing, I'll let you know," he joked.
The tribal healer and the translator continued their dialogue: *"She says that the body must be warm during the treatment. You two must sleep together for body heat as a storm is coming."*
Jennifer and her son locked eyes, and she was the first to crack a smile.
"Looks like this trip has gotten a lot more interesting," she quipped. "Are we doing this in your tent or mine?"
Sean blushed, "My tent I guess, since I'm the one being experimented on."
"As you wish. Whatever makes you more comfortable."
When the tribal healer spoke again, the translator spoke back and they engaged in dialogue. It was like the translator couldn't believe it.
Finally, the translator delivered the message: *"She says that Sean must expose his penis to apply the medicine."*
"Is that necessary?" she asked.
The translator engaged in more dialogue with the healer, and the answer was the same.
"Why his penis though?" she asked again.
Apparently, Sean's penis needed to be exposed because he had been poked by the toxic plant around his waist. The easiest route of entry for the medicine would be around his crotch, so that the medicine could be absorbed by the skin and flow to the troubled spot.
While this was being explained, there was nothing but awkwardness between Jennifer and Sean, who remained speechless.
"Sean can apply it himself," Jennifer said to the translator. "He's a smart person. He can follow instructions well."
The translator asked the healer and deciphered the answer: *"She says that you must do it. It must be applied in a special way. Then she will teach you how to do it for him in the next few days."*
Jennifer turned to her son and shrugged. "What do you think? It sounds like an interesting learning experience for us."
"Really?" he replied, trying to keep his tone polite. "The healer wants me to expose my penis in front of everyone."
"Not everyone. We'll be in a private hut."
"But you're..."
"I'm your mother?"
He nodded. "It's way too weird."
"You act like I've never seen or touched a penis before."
"That's not the point."
"I've seen countless penises from my travels around the world."
"But you're not supposed to see mine," he argued, before calming down as the translator and healer were staring at them.
Jennifer spoke in a calmer tone. "Okay. I understand your predicament. I'll just have to thank the healer for her time, and for wasting those precious herbs, and you can recover on your own."
"Are you putting me on a guilt trip?"
"Of course not."
"What about you? The healer said you have to apply it for me tonight. Plus, we'll have to share a bed and all that stuff. Does that bother you?"
Jennifer flashed a \*so what\* kind of look. "I'm an anthropologist. I'm also a professional. None of this bothers me. I'm serious. We're both human beings with normal bodies, big deal."
"Fine, I'll do it," he sighed.
A bright smile crept on Jennifer's face. "Excellent."
She conveyed the message to the translator, who conveyed the message to the healer.
The translator spoke: *"She wishes to begin. Please, have your son expose himself. The healer will shave his pubic hairs, clean him, then apply the herbal medicine to his crotch area, shaft, and the tip of his penis."*
"Jeez," he mumbled softly.
Jennifer rubbed Sean's back to comfort him. It was her special way of telling him that it would be okay, that he shouldn't be embarrassed by any of this.
"I've seen it all before," she said as lovingly as she could. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Remember, this is for the sake of learning. There's nothing to lose."
"Easy for you to say. You don't have to get naked."
"Would it help if I turned around?" she offered. "The translator and I can face the other direction while this happens. I promise I won't peek. You can tell me about it later. Sound fair?"
Sean relaxed a little. "That sounds doable then."
"You'll live," she smiled.
That's when the process began. Jennifer and the translator turned away so that Sean could get naked from the waist down and lay on a rug. She listened, intently and curiously, as the healer shaved Sean's crotch area, then cleaned it with water and a piece of cloth.
As Jennifer faced the wall of the hut, she heard the healer apply the substance to Sean's body. Surprisingly, not a peep or complaint came from Sean. He accepted that the healer was providing a tribal medical service. In a way, she respected that Sean was willing to do something like this. Especially since it involved his most private area. Deep down, she was pleased with herself that she had raised a mature young man.
Then, she heard it. Wet sounds. It sounded like slurping and liquids, and if Jennifer didn't know better, it sounded like sucking. It couldn't have been, could it?
When Sean released a soft gasp, Jennifer resisted the powerful urge to see what was going on. It sounded like something naughty was happening, but Jennifer had already promised not to look.
After a few minutes passed, with more slurping noises and a few gasps, Jennifer was delighted when she heard the sound of Sean getting dressed again. The translator said it was okay to turn around, based on the healer's message.
Jennifer looked at her son, who seemed to blush a little, with a glow on his face.
The healer spoke and the translator relayed the message: *"She says that the first dose is complete. You must keep his body temperature high tonight for blood flow, and you must give another application of the medicine. Then, Sean will be fully healed of the poison and will be better than ever. His vitality will be strong."*
Jennifer nodded, still looking skeptically at her son. "Okay, I can do that. How do I apply it?"
While it was being explained by the healer, the translator's face remained stoic, and then the response came: *"You must rub the mixture around his crotch. Then you must apply the mixture to his penis -- using your mouth."*
Her jaw dropped. "What? Are you sure she said that?"
The fact that Sean was blushing confirmed her suspicion that the healer had just been sucking on his penis to apply the medicine. In other words, the healer gave him oral sex.
After the healer said a few more words, the translator relayed the new information: *"Saliva or bodily fluids is good for the herbs. It helps it work. And it must go inside the tip of his penis. So it must be erect. The mouth is the easiest and most pleasurable way. No hands, because it's too rough. When he can ejaculate, that is a good sign of success."*
What a tough thing for her to process and it nearly took her breath away. It was like her head was spinning. Of course, she realized that she couldn't do this. No way. Maybe she'd just let Sean apply it himself, with his own saliva, and she'd cuddle with him in bed to keep his body warm. Sure, she was breaking her own rule, but this was too far fetched.
"I'll do what I can," she said to the translator. "Please thank the healer for me. This has been a wonderful learning opportunity for us."
The healer smiled at the gratitude, and even more striking, Sean tried his hardest to suppress a smile of his own, fully expecting to receive an oral treatment again. As if his own mother would actually do that for him.
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Bedtime was early because of the frigid weather, which was only a few hours later. Jennifer shared a tent with her son. There was a lamp that gave them light. And there was only one bed on the floor which they'd be sharing.
"Are you really going to do this?" Sean asked. "I mean, you don't have to. I don't expect you to, even though this was your idea."
"Are *you* putting me on a guilt trip now?"
"No, I'm just saying."
"Can I ask you something?"
He nodded. "Sure, anything."
"I didn't want to ask earlier, but... did the healer give you oral sex?"
Sean tensed. "She applied the herbs the way it's supposed to be applied."
"Did that include the use of her mouth?"
He reluctantly nodded. "Yeah."
"Did you become erect?"
"Yes."
"Did she use her tongue and lips?"
He nodded again. "Yep."
"Did she suck on it?"
He shrugged. "Kind of, yeah."
"And did you orgasm in her mouth? I didn't see any traces of semen."
"She swallowed it," he acknowledged.
Jennifer gave her son an incredulous look. "You know, back in America there's a term for that kind of treatment."
"Well, here it's part of the healing process."
"Yes, but in America that's called getting... nevermind..."
"Hey, don't be upset with me," he retorted. "You were the one who pushed me into doing this."
"You're right, but..."
"And you're always talking about how you're professional and that you've seen it all."
Her son did have a point. One that she couldn't argue with, since she had always prided herself on work ethic. Especially as a woman doing a job that helps study humanity.
"You've made your case," she admitted. "I'll help apply it for you. But only with my hand, and maybe a little saliva."
His eyes widened. "Really? You don't have to do that, mom. I was only joking about that professional stuff."
"Doing my job properly isn't a joke to me. We came here to document this culture and that's exactly what we'll do. Plus, we need to make sure you're fully healed from that poisonous plant sting."
"Good point. So, ummm..." he paused. "How should we proceed?"
If Jennifer didn't know any better, she could have sworn that there was a hint of excitement in Sean's voice. A subtle gleam that he'd be getting another hot orgasm soon. But being the specialist, she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. There were other important things at hand, literally.
She was determined to brush past the awkwardness and give it a try. Part of being a good anthropologist is getting a direct look at the culture being observed. Here, that meant fully understanding the process of the host culture, even if she'd have to be intimate with her own son.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked for final confirmation.
"Why not? I mean, only if you're not grossed out by touching me."
Once again, Jennifer detected that faint hint of secret enjoyment on Sean's part, but she brushed it off. He's young, of course he'd be excited to a certain degree.
"Pull your pants down, mister," she said with a stern and playful tone. "Your penis will never gross me out. It's part of the process. But maybe real anthropological work isn't for you?"
He smiled, "Now you're pressuring me."
"Why not? We've already come this far. Do what you did earlier. It's best to follow the healer's instructions since she knows best."
"Right."
Sean didn't hesitate to remove the lower region of his clothes, leaving him naked from the waist and below. It was the first time Jennifer had laid eyes on her son's penis since adulthood, and it gave her an unusual feeling. She shouldn't be looking at this. Worse, she shouldn't have felt that slight twinge of excitement between her legs as a result. It had been a while since she had sex, maybe even too long, and this wasn't appropriate.
Equally as strange, it looked as though Sean's healthy sized penis was on its way to a full blown erection. The thing grew before Jennifer's very eyes. There was no doubt that Sean was eager to get his cock relieved by his own mother, and it kind of creeped Jennifer out to some extent.
"Lay on the bed," she said.
Sean complied, laying down on the bed on the floor. When he laid on his back, his cock pointed upwards, getting harder by the second. It was a sight that made Jennifer feel even more unusual. Sure, she had seen plenty of exposed penises visiting indigenous tribes throughout the world, but her son's? While he was erect?
A deep breath for confidence, then she reached over to get the herbal mixture. She touched it and rubbed it between her fingers. The smell still lingered, though it wasn't as potent as before.
"I'll spit on it for saliva," she said. "Then I'll rub it on you, including your penis."
"But the healer explained that you can't use hands on my penis."
Jennifer looked at him skeptically. "I'm sure using the mouth is just customary. I can't think of anything wrong with using a hand."
"A hand might make it feel rough. There are still some sharp edges in there from the leaves."
"Do you want me to suck your dick?" she asked sternly.
He shook his head. "What? No. I'm just saying, if you stroke that on my penis it might be painful."
"Which means you'd rather have my mouth on your penis," she repeated.
"Nevermind. All I'm saying is that a hand could lead to painful results."
Taking a closer look at the herbal mixture, along with feeling the lumps inside, Jennifer knew that he had a point. Some of the herbs and plants weren't grounded up that well. The last thing she'd need was to give her son a cut, especially on his penis.
She sighed, "You have a point. I think you're right."
"What?"
"I'll use my mouth," she said reluctantly. "Just like the healer did. After all, we're interested in studying this culture, aren't we?"
He nodded. "Yeah, we are."
"Not a word of this to anyone. Ever. Don't tell anyone from the team."
"I'll never tell anyone, trust me."
She gave him another sharp look. "There's no point in wasting time. Especially when the storm is rolling in. We'll need to keep you warm, just like the healer said."
"Yes, yes. You're right."
Jennifer was miffed, yet amused, by her son's sudden eagerness to get involved with this incestuous healing. Without another word, Jennifer used two fingers and scooped the mixture. Then she applied it to Sean's bare crotch area, feeling him twitch in the process.
"Cold?" she asked.
"Yeah, it is."
She continued rubbing it anyway, while also staring at his penis. It wasn't like she could look away. She had to apply it to his crotch and his cock was right there, stiffening by the second because of her feminine touch.
"Feel good?" she asked, almost teasing.
"Oh yeah -- I mean, I don't mind."
Jennifer smiled and continued her motherly duty of caring for her son. The anthropology stuff was becoming less of a factor at this point. Her main duty was making sure her son was healed from the plant poisoning, and if this was the way to make sure he was fully recovered, then so be it.
"I'm going to apply it to your penis now," she said. "I'll use my mouth for this part. Remember, this is our secret."
"Believe me, this isn't the kind of thing I'd tell people."
Good point, she thought. Another deep breath and Jennifer was ready to suck her son's cock. She'd be giving him oral sex under the guise of medical treatment.
The plan hit a major snag the moment the tip of her tongue touched the mixture. God, that mixture tasted horrible. Worse than horrible. It was by far the most bitter thing she had ever tasted and she nearly went cross-eyed.
"Oh, wow," she gasped, squinting her eyes and spitting it out. "I think I might throw up if I have to put that in my mouth. Goodness, how did that healer manage to do it without vomiting?"
"She's a pro, I guess."
Jennifer used a rag to wipe her tongue. "I'll have to use my hand. I promise I'll be gentle, okay?"
"Wait, maybe there's another way?"
"I'm open to suggestions."
He paused a moment, "Maybe you can, you know, use another body part. Remember, the healer said that it was important for bodily fluids to be mixed in with the herbal treatment. And it would be kind of gross if you used your hand and kept spitting on me."
Jennifer was no idiot. She knew *exactly* what her son was hinting at.
"What are you suggesting?" she asked, wanting to hear Sean say it.
"You could... maybe... you know... use your other body part. Down there. I promise I won't tell."
She flashed a stern look. "In other words, you want to have sex with me. Is that right?"
"Well, technically it's not sex. It's medical application. It's perfect if you think about it. A vagina is soft and smooth. Plus, it has plenty of natural bodily lubrication, too."
"Sex is sex. And that's WRONG between us."
"Okay, okay," he quickly backtracked. "Maybe this culture isn't suited for Americans like us."
"I can adapt to any culture," she said proudly.
"Oh really? I'm not so sure about that anymore."
She gave him another sharp look, suppressing a smile. "Sounds like you're trying to challenge me into this."
"Me? Never. Everyone knows you're the best woman in the anthropology field. Well, except for this, of course."
"You are relentless."
"In a good way, I hope."
Jennifer didn't say anything. Instead, she stood up and undid her pants, looking Sean straight in the eyes. Neither of them spoke a word as the pants came down. The lamplight illuminated Jennifer's legs. A gasp escaped Sean's lips as Jennifer pulled her panties down, too. She removed her socks as well, getting barefoot.
And there it was. Jennifer stood naked from the waist down, just like her son was. She had a patch of pubic hairs between her legs which covered her pussy lips.
"See anything you like?" she asked, noting her son's lingering eyes.
"I don't even want to answer that."
"Why?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know what I'm thinking."
Jennifer smiled, taking those words as a compliment. She knelt and used her fingers to apply the herbal mixture inside her vagina. She plunged her fingers deep to get everything in. During this motion, she realized that her legs were spread wide open and that the lamplight illuminated her pussy hole, giving Sean a clear view of her most private sexual area.
She looked at her son and noticed him nearly drooling. It was a cute expression, she thought, but she shut her legs. The sight wasn't for him. Nor should it be, she thought. This was about medical needs and anthropology. Not giving Sean a dirty show with her pussy.
"I'm assuming you've had sex before," she said, positioning herself over Sean's body, with her pussy above his erection.
"A few girls."
Jennifer's mind quickly thought of all Sean's past college girlfriends and how lucky they were for having a cock like that.
"Have you ever been with an older woman?" she asked, guiding the tip of the penis to her wet hole.
"No, never have."
She lowered herself. "Ever fantasize about women my age?"
That was when Jennifer lowered herself, allowing her herbal coated pussy to engulf the tip of Sean's penis, making him squirm with pleasure and tension.
"Yes," he gulped. "It's a fantasy for most guys."
She lowered herself further. "Figures. I noticed the way you looked at my vagina a few seconds ago."
Jennifer guided her pussy lower, allowing his cock to fully enter her pussy, coating him with the mixture at the same time. Having the herbal concoction in her pussy, while a cock slid inside her, made the feeling more intense. It felt more raw. The herb acted like some sort of stimulant. It caused her pussy to contract as a result, giving Sean an extra benefit.
"Oh god..." he moaned, as if this was something he'd never felt before.
"Don't be embarrassed by your reaction," she explained. "A pussy from a mature woman is different than a college girl's. It's a different experience. So of course you're going to have a strong reaction."
She gave a thrust and Sean's eyes nearly rolled back. His body went stiff and he breathed hard. Truthfully, this was equally as pleasurable for Jennifer. She loved the feeling of that hard cock inside of her. It satisfied a craving she'd had for sex during these past several lonely months. And frankly, doing this with her son was a taboo she never, ever expected to enjoy, let alone making her wet beyond belief.
"God, you're right," he whimpered. "I can feel the difference."
She gave more thrusts. "Plus, I'm more experienced. I've learned a lot of tricks during my travels around the world. Part of being a good anthropologist is studying every aspect of different cultures. Including their sexual methods."
That was the honest truth. Jennifer acquired a ton of tricks from all over the world and something compelled her to try them with her son. She clenched her pussy hard, then released when she gave a thrust. Her hands rubbed his body. She looked him straight in the eyes. And her pussy. God, her pussy. Not only did she have a specific clenching technique, she also had a variety of other small tricks.
She gyrated just the right way, with the right tempo. The right angles too. Even gyrating in circular motions, then in the opposite direction. Jennifer felt an overwhelming sensation inside of herself, but she didn't want to reveal it to her son. After all, a mother has to have some sense of control in the maternal relationship with a son.
"Oh fuck," he gasped. "You're right... whatever... you learned... is..."
Her eyebrow rose as she gyrated. "Are these techniques working? Or do you just like the fact that I'm *your mother?*"
She put special emphasis on those magical two words -- your mother -- just to see what would happen. And the answer was astounding. Sean's eyes seemed to light up at the dirty incestuous talk.
"Ohhhh... ughhh... both..." he mumbled.
Hearing an answer like that isn't something a mother can prepare for. Was it a fetish Sean always had? Or something he found arousing at the present moment? Jennifer could understand the power Sean felt for claiming the biggest prize imaginable.
Frankly, the mood for Jennifer was so hot that she couldn't blame Sean for feeling this way. In fact, she began to feel beads of sweat forming around her forehead and chest from the sex they were having, even though it was freezing outside.
She continued riding him, looking him in the eyes. "We're going to have a long talk about this later."
Jennifer squealed when her son pushed a hard thrust upward, inadvertently hitting her elusive g-spot with the tip of his raging hard cock.
"Sorry," he groaned, trying to contain himself. "I couldn't help it."
Her eyes lit up and she fucked him harder. "Oh, don't ever be sorry about that. Anything for my precious son."
Again his body thrusted, hitting her g-spot once more. A pattern had emerged. Everytime she mentioned the incestuous aspect, Sean's body would involuntarily buck, causing the 'treatment' to become more pleasurable for each of them.
She took advantage of this and whispered, "I'm glad I brought you along for this trip. And I'm glad the healer provided us with this antidote, because it's providing you with a wonderful learning experience that you can't get from a classroom. I can tell you'd rather learn from my pussy, wouldn't you?"
"Oh fuck."
The look in Sean's eyes was pure lust. He was stunned, and in a good way. At that moment, it was clear to Jennifer that her son had a long running fantasy of fucking his mother. It explained his behavior all along. It was something that made her heart pound faster and more sweat began to emerge.
Jennifer rode him fervently, with a consistent humping motion as she tried to stifle her own bodily reactions. She continued this for a few minutes, although in her mind, it seemed to be hours. Suddenly, she began to bounce up and down, being impaled on her son's penis; her forehead, face, and neck formed more sweat. Sensing that her son was nearing the stage of sexual climax, she put two fingers on top of her clitoris to catch up to him.
Her son was paralyzed in shock and lust as he witnesses her facial expressions from incestuous sex and masturbation. Sean's eyes were fixated on hers as the carnal act unfolded.
"Oh shit," he gasped. "I'm... I'm... cumming!!!"
"Shhh!!!" she hissed, slowing her gyration. "We can't let anyone from our team hear us. I'll be humiliated if they discovered that I'm fucking my son, and that I love every second of it."
There was a wry smile on her face as she said the last part.
"God..." he whispered back, his body tensing. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this after watching you undress a few times."
The words sent a hot shiver down her spine. He'd been spying on her back home? Being a voyeur to her? Lusting after her? The taboo was surreal and unbelievably arousing. At the same time, by pure coincidence, Sean's body bucked again, which pushed his raging hard cock to her g-spot, accidentally making her cum at the same moment.
Jennifer's orgasm was like a tidal wave. It hit so hard that she didn't have to worry about screaming or being too loud. Her breath was swept away and her heart skipped a beat. The pressure inside her pussy was so intense that it caused her pussy to clench with unbelievable power. A gush of fluids flowed from her pussy and onto her son's crotch, making a mess of the herbal medicine buried deep within her vaginal canal.
It clenched so hard that it made Sean's eyes widen. It was clear that he was cumming also. Jennifer composed herself the best she could under the circumstance. It was time to continue her motherly and anthropological duty of making sure this healing process was completed.
"That's it," she whispered to speed things along. "Cum inside me. It's okay. I want it inside me. Can you do that for your mother?"
Despite the wet orgasm Jennifer had, she was still able to feel her son's cum gushing in her pussy. It gave her a warm sensation. It also gave her an emotional warmth, knowing that she had given her son an incredible amount of pleasure, even if it was sexual pleasure of all things.
"Oh fuck, mom," he groaned as his orgasm waned. "I think we're done."
Jennifer's gyrations slowed after her son stopped shooting cum inside her pussy. She ended the gyration when she felt the penis inside her body turn flaccid. As much as she enjoyed the intensity of the sexual escapade, she was also glad that it was over. It's possible to have too much of a good thing.
While the soft penis was still inside her, Jennifer bent forward and laid her upper body on top of her son. Her sweaty forehead was pressed against his face, and she felt that he was sweating also. Her covered breasts were pressed against his chest, and they felt each other breathing hard.
"I guess we don't have to worry about keeping warm," he joked.
She laughed and smacked his shoulder. "This isn't the kind of warmth that we should be sharing, but it definitely works."
"So we'll be sleeping like this? You know, my cock still inside you. It'll help with the herbal treatment, won't it?"
"Don't push your luck. We've already done enough."
"But we're not done yet," he said with a sly expression.
Her eyebrow rose as she looked at him. "Oh?"
"You haven't finished this the way the healer did. Remember, she swallowed my cum."
Jennifer smiled, "You owe me for this. Big time."
While their eyes were locked, she lifted her hips, pulling her pussy away from his flaccid wet cock. She crawled below, like a cat walking backwards, until her face was inches away from the penis, which was drenched in herbs and their cum.
She licked her lips while looking at her son, just to tease him, then she took the tip of the penis in her mouth. She did her best to fight the bitter taste of the herbs for the sake of being able to suck Sean's cum into her mouth. Luckily though, the taste of both of their orgasms was enough to balance out the bitterness of the herbs, making this tolerable.
A few drops of cum lingered on Jennifer's tongue and she stuck her tongue out to show Sean the dirty sight. She found it amusing to show him the mixture of cum on her tongue, a product of their sex session. Then she put her tongue back in her mouth, pursed her lips together, and took a giant gulp, devouring all that fresh, warm cum so it could be digested in her stomach. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
Neither of them bothered to put their pants on. What for? At this point, after all they'd done, there was no need for modesty.
"I fully expect this treatment again in the morning," he said.
"As the doctor ordered, right?" she replied, giving him a big wet kiss on the cheek.
Jennifer reached over to turn the lamp light off. Then she cuddled with her son underneath the blanket, just like the doctor ordered, with her bare leg crossed over him, and her pussy hairs brushing against his penis.
**The End**
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Title: Dr. Pritchard, Hypnosextherapist
Tags: hypnosis, lesbian, therapy, threesome, lesbian sex, group, group sex, mind control
"Welcome back." I smiled at Mr. Kirche, who blinked his green eyes and yawned. He tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but his arms were slow to respond.
"I'm -uh- s-uh-rry" he murmured through his yawn.
I smiled again to reassure him. "That's quite alright. Take your time. I woke you up a little early because I know how hard it is to come up from your first time that far under."
He nodded in agreement and attempted a smile in return. The lamp behind his head reflected off his scalp where his hair thinned. This was only my third appointment with Mr. Kirche, but his hair always appeared to be the same length, as if he got a haircut each week. I had seen that on men who lined up to get a buzz every Saturday morning, but never in a man who favored a scissor-cut.
He had struck me when we met at his first appointment as a bit old-fashioned. Brown slacks, short-sleeve white-button down shirt. His thick-rimmed glasses lay on the same table as the lamp, along with a glass of water.
"There's a glass of water on the table behind your head if you're thirsty."
Mr. Kirche opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, as if he needed independent confirmation from his tongue that he might be thirsty. "Why, yes!" he said, seeming surprised by the fact that after I said be might be thirsty that he actually was. That was no trick of suggestion, though—it was just a simple observation as I watched him sleep with his mouth still open, drying his tongue as he sucked in air. I'd thought about closing it for him, but often touch at this stage of the process could bring him up too suddenly. When he was fully under, though, you could touch him in all manner of places.
Mr. Kirche sat up slowly, moving his feet to the floor and stretching his arms up in the air, bringing his hands down to rest on his knees. Then, remembering the water, he turned to the table and picked up the glass with his left hand, bringing it to his lips while watching me over the lip of the glass. I could tell he was smiling because the little crows' feet at the outside corners of his eyes deepened.
"Feel good?" I asked.
He brought the glass down to the table, half-full. "Fantastic. Really. Fantastic."
"Good. Good. I think that went splendidly, too." I shifted in my upholstered leather chair, rubbing my thighs together. My tight black skirt hugged my thighs snugly enough that I knew he wouldn't be able to see that I wore no panties. "Unfortunately, our time is just about up."
Mr. Kirche frowned.
"Same day and time next week?" I offered.
His frown dissipated. "Yes. That will work fine."
"Don't forget your glasses."
He nodded, turned to the table and picked up his glasses as he stood. He placed them on his nose and smiled at me one more time with an accompanying nod. "Next week, then."
I had a few minutes, after the door closed behind Mr. Kirche, to prepare for my next session. I decided to leave my panties off—not because there was a reason to leave them off, but because there was no reason to put them on. I took the opportunity to hike up my skirt and give my clit a quick massage while thinking about my next set of clients.
\* \* \* \* \*
Melissa and Ken Saxton were in their mid-30s, but very fit. Melissa was about five-foot-four, with pert breasts, and a tight ass consistently clad in yoga pants. She wore her chestnut brown hair short—the only thing about her appearance that signaled "mom." Certainly she would fall into the category of *MILF*, even if it wasn't a perk of my occupation as a therapist. Ken, I suspected, would also nicely fill out a pair of yoga pants, but unfortunately for me, he kept things a mystery in some dark slacks. His biceps bulged against the sleeves of his polo shirt. He was clean-shaven with a rugged jawline. His hair was so close in shade to his skin that I thought for a moment it had started out whiter and tanned to that brown.
As this was their first consult with me, I tried to set them at ease with an overwhelming cheeriness. "You must be Melissa and Ken!"
They both smiled, but seemed unsure what to say now that they had lost the opportunity to introduce themselves.
"I'm Dr. Pritchard. You can call me Jeanine."
Again, I took the words from their mouths.
"Please, have a seat!" I stood to the side, and gestured like a game show hostess to the couch previously occupied by Mr. Kirche.
It's always a little tough breaking the ice in a first consult. Often couples have trouble putting words to their sexual problems even within the intimacy of their own relationship, let alone in front of a stranger. I never address the problem head-on, as if I'm rushing my patients. Instead, I try to put them at ease by asking questions that they can easily answer. I start with facts—how they met, how long they've been together, etc. This history is helpful for me to understand the context of their problem, but it also builds their bond and trust in each other as a couple.
Melissa and Ken had met in college, fifteen years ago, and gotten married in their mid-twenties. They had two kids, a five-year-old boy and a two-year-old girl. The one-two punch of nearly back-to-back kids and the accompanying complications of pregnancy, childbirth, nursing, sleeping, and so on, left them with little energy at bedtime and now they were simply out of practice. They no longer thought of each other in sexual terms. This was not an unfamiliar situation.
The trick is that it's partly an illusion of transference. It isn't so much that they don't find the other person sexy—it's that they don't see themselves that way—and then it follows that they don't understand how the other can see them as sexy and they assume that it's just a mutual lack of interest. It's a common problem with couples who have children so early in their marriage, breaking the momentum of a strong libido. I explained this to them, but they still seemed doubtful.
I spent the remainder of their session explaining how my program works—that I would use hypnosis to put them in a trance, and use their receptiveness in that state to gradually restore their self-confidence.
"Are we seeing you individually?" Melissa asked.
"Oh, no. I'm not providing individual therapy in a situation like yours. I'm working on your relationship—and for that I need you both to be here."
The next question was from Ken. "Will you be hypnotizing us at the same time?"
"Yes. Studies have shown that therapy with only one partner hypnotized results in a power imbalance."
Both the Saxtons gave me a confused look, nearly synchronized, mouths slightly open, the top of their heads tilted toward one another.
"That would be bad," I clarified.
Their mouths closed in unison and their heads nodded affirmatively, as if they had read those same studies. They were adorable. I was going to have fun with these two.
\* \* \* \* \*
My next patient was Marguerite. Marguerite had never had an orgasm, even from masturbation. We had covered all of the particulars in her first session. How did she know she'd never had an orgasm? What had she tried? Did she have any unresolved trauma—physical or psychological—that might interfere with her ability to orgasm? What did she think about when she masturbated?
"Oh, the usual. Beautiful men."
"Do they turn you on?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't they?"
"They're not for everyone. What do you think about in particular? Walk me through a fantasy."
"I meet a man. We go out to dinner. We go back to his apartment. We take off our clothes. I lay on the bed. He puts on a condom. He gets on top of me and inserts his ..."
I tried not to make a face as she was describing this "fantasy"—after all, I'm a professional. "Let me stop you right there. Where did this fantasy come from?"
"It's a perfect relationship."
"Does it excite you?"
"It's ideal."
"Right. Well, a fantasy isn't always something you want." She looked at me like I was suggesting a rape fantasy. I made a rapid correction. "I mean, it's something you desire, but it doesn't have to be logical. It doesn't have to be *responsible*. A fantasy isn't like a dream. You can want something that's not good for you."
"Like ice cream."
"Exactly. Like ice cream." Marguerite nodded as if she understood while I continued. "For example, in your fantasy, have you ever had him not wear a condom?" I could see her legs visibly clamp together beneath the folds of her dress, resisting the notion.
I didn't speak again for a moment. Sometimes it's best to take a break, to let my words sink in.
"As you know, I am a hypnotherapist, and I do think hypnosis would help you to relax—we could get there faster ... and together. Do I have your permission to put you in a trance state?"
Now it was her whole body that appeared to clamp together, like a garage door coming down over her psyche. Her pale arms folded over her generous breasts. Her pink lips tightened and thinned with disapproval.
"I do think it would be best," I appealed, before taking another pause.
Her arms slid one by one down to her sides, and as her chest was released, it appeared to puff out a little, as if she was arching her back. These signals were all subtle, but I knew how to read them. The idea now had sunk in and she was ready to continue.
"I'd like you to lay down on the sofa, with your head on the end by the lamp and relax. Take your shoes off." As she complied, I stood and turned on the lamp, which sent a focused beam of light like a halo around her head. Her strawberry blonde hair cascaded over the arm of the sofa, shining in the light.
She brought her left forearm over her eyes. "It's bright."
"Yes, it will be at first. Relax with your arms at your sides. Use your eyelids to block out the light if you need to—but it will get dimmer." I looked down the length of the sofa with this woman draped across it. I knew my skirt was just a bit too long for her to see that I wore nothing underneath, even as I stood over her, demonstrating my authority and power.
"I'm going to block out the center of the light now." I moved a custom-made circular shield in front of the bulb, deflecting the direct light. "I want you to look at that disc, focus on it." The disc would appear to her only as a black circle in a halo of light. With this as the center of her vision, it would be difficult for her eyes to maintain focus.
"I want you to listen to my voice closely, Marguerite. I'm going to tell you some things and I want you to pay attention, Marguerite." Repetition of her name would create a trigger for commands. It's like the game 'Simon Says,' in a way. "Marguerite, I want you to listen to me. My voice is filling the room. There is nothing else unless I say there is something else. Marguerite."
I could see her pupils dilating, her body relaxing now, into the couch. "Marguerite. Where are you?"
"I— I don't know." Her eyelids were closed now. My voice had subsumed any sense of place.
"Marguerite. I want you to tell me a story, Marguerite."
"Uh ... a story about what?" Her tentativeness indicated a struggle between her conscious mind and her unconscious mind. The hypnosis was working.
"Whatever you want, Marguerite. It's your story. You are very safe here. You're just telling a story, that's all. It doesn't have to be a true story."
"Uh ... uh ... okay ..."
"In fact, it's better if it's not a true story." Marguerite nodded slightly. "Now tell me, Marguerite—where are you?"
"I- I'm in a park. There are trees. A field."
"Are you alone?"
"Yes. No. Someone's coming."
"Who is it, Marguerite?"
"It- it's a woman. She's jogging." I nodded knowingly at this revelation. I could see the muscles in Marguerite's tone calves twitching, as if she was the one running while she imagined the motion.
"What does she look like?"
"She's tall. Brunette. Slight figure."
"What is she wearing?"
"Light grey sweat pants. Pink sports bra. White sneakers."
"Tell me what she's doing now, Marguerite."
"She's slowing down. She's stopping to talk to me."
This was a critical juncture in the hypnosis. I needed Marguerite to focus on my words, and to use her own when I asked her to visualize something. Adding a third voice from Marguerite's unconscious mind could be detrimental to the procedure, so a bit of suggestion was necessary. "You don't understand her, Marguerite. What she says is reassuring, but you don't understand the words. Maybe she's speaking a different language. Tell me what she's doing now."
"She put her hand on my arm. She's smiling at me. She's guiding me into the field."
"That's good, Marguerite. You should go with her."
"There's a blanket. She's gesturing for me to lay with her. We're laying now, facing each other. Our heads propped on our arms. She's smiling. Laughing. She's touching my shoulder, my face, with her free arm."
"And what about you, Marguerite? What are you doing?"
"I'm doing the same."
"How does she feel?"
"Soft, but toned. Her skin is smooth, but doesn't have much give. My touch is making her smile more, touch me more."
"Do you want to touch her more, Marguerite?" Using her name made this more of a suggestion than a question.
"Yes, I do."
"Go ahead. Tell me what it's like."
"I'm caressing her face, her arm, her hip, her contours."
"And she's still touching you, Marguerite?" Again, a suggestion.
"Yes, her hand is cupping my left breast, gently." I watched as her hand wandered to touch her own left breast. Perfect. She was playing both roles. Sometimes I have to step in to play the other role, which I am more than willing to do—but therapeutically, in this case, it was better if she touched herself. "Now I'm touching her breast, kneading it. Her top is thinner than I expected. I can feel her nipple hardening at my touch. Her supporting arm is under my head now. I relax into her. Her lips are on mine." I watched as her lips parted, taking in her lover. I was getting excited myself, touching my own breast through my red silk blouse as she narrated.
Her sudden silence as she fell into the flow of the scenario made me ache. I prompted her again. "Is she touching you between the legs, Marguerite?"
"Yes, I feel her palm on my thigh, pushing my legs apart." Marguerite's idle left hand now moved down, rubbing against her thigh, pulling up the material of her dress. I took the opportunity to hike up my skirt to give myself more access. "She's cupping my mons, rubbing my clit slowly, back and forth. I don't know where my clothes are. Maybe I was never wearing any."
Yes, my decision to forgo panties was finally paying off. I love this part of my job, when the fantasies of my patients become my own. I got to live out my lust through their imaginations. I watched as Marguerite's left hand moved inside of her dress, and the middle finger of her right penetrated her slit. She was so beautiful now that she was letting herself go—so powerful in her desires. Her lips pursed in a prolonged air kiss. I fell forward a little, catching myself on the arm of the couch, next to her head, and granted myself a slow grind. I had to stay on top of her—I mean, the therapy.
"What is she doing now?"
"Oh, God. She's kissing my neck, her hand is ... her fingers are inside of me ... pumping in and out ... I'm so wet ... she's pulling out her fingers and bringing them up to her mouth, sucking my juices off ... she's smiling at me and she's so sexy with my sheen on her lips ..." She pulled her fingers from her pussy, and sucked them off, one by one, licking them, and returning them to explore further between her legs. I did the same with my own fingers, imagining they were hers.
"She's kissing my breasts now, licking my nipples ... one then the other ... sucking them into her mouth ... nibbling ... her hand pumping between my legs ... she's humping my thigh ... my arms around her, pulling her into me ... it feels so good."
"Yessssss ... Marguerite. So gooood ..."
Marguerite seemed to curl up like a piece of paper off a roll—her legs turned in toward each other, her shoulders raised up by her ears. She was folding in toward the only part of her anatomy that she cared to focus upon at this moment. Her right hand, acknowledging this priority need, moved between her legs to join her left hand. The hem of her dress was now up to her belly button and she pushed her black panties down mid-thigh so they wouldn't impede her access. She would learn, eventually, that all panties did was create more laundry.
Marguerite moaned into her narration. "Uhhnnggg ... she's ... she's down there now. I can feel her."
"She's down where, Marguerite? Be specific." This specificity was necessary because she was giving herself permission to go there.
"Her lips. Her tongue is on my pussy ... pushing in ... up ... the tip of her tongue on my clit ... uhhhhn ... her hands under me, pulling me into her mouth ... so strong ..."
It was time for her to internalize this other as part of her routine. "Wrap your legs around her, Marguerite. Possess her." I was straddling the couch arm now, digging my fingers in, frantically frigging under my clit hood, getting where I needed to go as I guided Marguerite. "Pull her head in between your legs," I told her, as I longed to do the same, to feel those coral pink lips part my own.
"Oh, God, yes ... my hands are in her hair, her mouth ... she's sucking out my nectar ... I can't hold on ... I can't hold on ..."
"You're almost there, Marguerite. Just a moment longer." Just a moment longer, Marguerite, I'm almost there. I reached up with my left hand and pinched hard the nipple of my right breast, sending a shock of pain into my nervous system to accompany the pleasure as I sent myself over the edge.
"Uhhhh ... " I let loose. Fortunately, Marguerite took this to be the sound in her imagination, made by her greedy pussy-licking lover.
Marguerite cried out, thrashing her legs, as she came with me. Her first orgasm, if her claim was to be believed. I wasn't so sure after this performance, but her payment had gone through and it wasn't like I was miserable at the prospect of continuing to work with her.
I took my time cleaning myself up with some baby wipes I kept on a nearby table. I took care to slowly slip Marguerite's panties back up to her hips, my fingers sliding along her outer thighs, making muscle memories. I arranged her dress artfully over her legs. I knew from experience that it was much less awkward for the patient if I took the time to do this before bringing them up from their trance state.
I took my seat, then a deep breath. "Marguerite, I'm going to count backwards from ten. When I get to one, you will wake up, feeling refreshed and satisfied.
"Ten."
\* \* \* \* \*
I was already excited when the Saxtons arrived for their second session. Therapy could be like dating. Meeting someone for the first time, in what is essentially a blind date, is nerve-wracking, but by the second, you know what to expect and can relax and look forward to the time you spend together. It didn't hurt that I found both of the Saxtons to be sexy as hell and was interested to see more of them.
Ken wore black slacks, well-fitted, maybe even a little more snug in the crotch than was fashionable, and a button-down shirt. Melissa looked stunning in her tight black t-shirt and, of course, her usual yoga pants. Her blue eyes were absolutely shining—she knew she was going to get laid. I welcomed them in and invited them to have a seat on the couch while I described our session plan. The logistics were slightly more complicated with two people in simultaneous hypnosis. As they were both still fairly young, I figured they wouldn't mind laying on yoga mats (to go with Melissa's pants!) on the floor. I moved the lamp over and blocked the beam from the single light to each set of eyes while I talked them through the countdown procedure—telling them what had happened, then what is happening, and finally, overtaking their sense of time, what would happen next.
I sighed with relief when their pupils dilated. It can take longer for some subjects than others, and with two people, if they don't go under at the same time, it can get difficult. I let them rest for a few minutes before I continued.
"Ken, how do you feel about Melissa?"
Ken, still not quite in a receptive state, mumbled back as if drunk: "I love her."
"That's nice, Ken. Are you attracted to her?"
"Yes."
"Can you tell me more? What do you like about her body?" This was a decided advantage to hypnotherapy. It was difficult when fully conscious and sitting next to the fully conscious subject of your comments to be open and forthright. I had noticed in their initial session that they'd been reluctant to open up to each other, to communicate their desires. A lot of couples have issues telling each other what they want, and that is mistaken for a lack of desire, a misdiagnosis that leads to a rapid decline in libido.
"Um ..."
"Ken!" I needed to get his attention. "What do you think of Melissa's tits?" I knew many new mothers gave up their breasts, their nipples to feed their babies, and even after the babies were weaned, the husband could be reluctant to reclaim that territory, and the woman, feeling self-conscious about the state of her breasts, believed that her man was no longer attracted to her breasts.
"I like them. They're silky."
"So you like to feel them, Ken?" I decided to build up the emotional context between their bodies. "Where do you like to feel them on your body?"
"I like to rub my cheek on her nipples. I like to feel her nipples on my tongue."
"Good. And Melissa? How does it make you feel when Ken gives your nipples attention?"
In her trance, Melissa reached up with her right hand, and tweaked her left nipple through her t-shirt. "It feels good. I miss your mouth."
"And Melissa, what do you like about Ken's body?"
"I like it when he holds me in his strong arms. The feel of his cheek on mine when it has just a little stubble."
"Do you want Ken to hold you now?"
"Yes," Melissa said without hesitation, despite being in a trance. "I do."
"Ken, will you hold Melissa?"
Instead of answering verbally, he rolled onto his side and nestled into his wife, putting his right hand on her cheek to tilt her face closer, then rubbing his cheek against hers. She responded by turning her body to face his, and sighing as he pulled her into his arms.
I let them just lay like that for a while. I was important for them to establish this kind of bodily intimacy, even if it wasn't precisely sexual. In fact, their problem was more one of intimacy than sex. But there was no doubt that we'd get to the sex.
After a few minutes, afraid they might just fall asleep like that, I continued. "Melissa, how do you feel now?"
"Loved. I feel loved."
"And Ken?"
"Appreciated." I made a mental note of the disparity in their response. Hers was expected, but his hinted at some other potential issues that were best explored when they were fully conscious.
Curious, I knelt behind Ken, and reached over his hip to feel along the front of his pants. As I expected, he was rock hard. I gave him a little stroke along his inseam and I removed my hand. I stood and walked around to Melissa, stroking along the seam of her yoga pants as a little primer, then placing my hands on her buttocks, pushed her lower body forward a bit, encouraging more contact with Ken. She sighed as she settled into him, pulling her hips up as she did so.
Ken kissed the top of Melissa's head and she turned her face up into his to return the kiss to his lips. From my position kneeling behind Melissa, I encouraged them further, playing the part of wandering hands, touching each of them strategically to encourage them to continue. I leaned over Melissa and stroked Ken's buttocks and down along his thigh. I felt along the edge of Melissa's left breast, feeling her nipple harden through her t-shirt. Their own hands began to wander in response. Ken moved his large right paw from Melissa's back down to her perky ass. Melissa put her left hand on Ken's chest and slowly slid it downward.
I kept an eye out for obstacles. Things like unbuckling a belt, unzipping pants, removing a brassiere can be particularly difficult when in a trance state. I unbuckled Ken's belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and slid the zipper down, relishing the feel of his cock straining against the cloth for freedom. I finished just in time for the arrival of Melissa's left hand, which slid seamlessly into the front of his boxer shorts and curled around his girth. Ken sighed.
He needed help getting his hand, however large, into the front of Melissa's yoga pants. Tight as they were, though, I thought it might be best if I worked on getting them off of her now. I laid on the floor behind her in a loose spoon and placed both of my hands, palms forward, on Melissa's lower back. I slid my fingertips into the waist hem of her pants and kept pushing, peeling the tight lycra off with my thumbs as I cupped her ass cheeks with my small hands. As I said, I love my job. I shuffled my body down, pushing her pants to her thighs, then calves, my hands now encircling her her ankles. I could smell her arousal. Ken was one lucky man.
As I sat up, I found that Ken had also shuffled his body around Melissa's. While I was going down on her, he was coming up. He'd slipped out of his pants and his dark blue boxer shorts were pushed astray halfway down his thighs. His hips were thrust forward, pushing his engorged penis towards his wife's waiting lips. She had both of her hands wrapped around his width now, feeling the hot pulsations of his desire.
She licked the tip of his penis as the head slipped past her lips and into her wet mouth. Her left hand, displaced by her lips, she used to pull his body closer, taking him all in. She kept her right hand on his shaft, opening her fingers as he entered her mouth until her thumb and forefinger separated at his base, nestled in his neatly trimmed hair. Her fingers zippered together as Ken pulled back until only his mushroom head remained inside her mouth, and her fingers separated again as he thrust forward. I slowly pulled Melissa's black t-shirt up from her waist until it rested under her armpits and above her breasts, then unhooked the back of her bra and pulled the cups off of her pert breasts. Even in a trance, Ken knew a good thing when he saw it. He cupped her left breast in one of his large hands, thumbing the nipple into stiffness. I took advantage of the opportunity to briefly cup her other breast with my left hand. I love the feel of a breast, and touching your own is never the same as touching those of another woman.
After copping my feel, I moved my hand down between her legs, which were already scissoring in anticipation. She had a small tuft of neatly trimmed hair—carpet that matched her drapes—and I could feel the heat emanating from her lips. I slipped my middle finger between them and felt her sticky moistness. Melissa moaned around Ken's cock. She was ready. Ready for Ken to show a little appreciation.
I crawled around the couple until I was behind Ken. Then I began to gently reposition him, moving his left leg, then his right, urging him to lay with his head pointed toward Melissa's legs. In his trance state, he was psychologically compliant, but physically, he was on manual operation and needed some assistance. His focus, not unusually for a man, was on his cock and the attention it was getting. Once I got his head close enough, though, his wife's aroma pulled him in like a tractor beam and his instincts took over. Her cute little pussy with its neat triangular thatch disappeared from my view, blocked by Ken's tanned-hair head. Melissa's lips remained locked around her husband's manhood and the dueling sounds of slurping and moaning filled the otherwise quiet room.
This couple, the Saxtons, were so into each other now that there was little for me to do. I sat back in my chair and enjoyed watching the fruit of my labors. These are the scenes I imagined during some of the less enticing sessions—couples bickering pre-hypnosis about who snubbed whom. Meanwhile, I was 0ff in my head picturing the better times. This would be one of those moments and I took a moment to savour it.
Clumsily, as if drowsy, Melissa pulled herself up on to her hands and knees. Ken clung to her ass, and kept his face buried between her legs. He seemed to be enjoying himself almost as much as Melissa. Melissa straddled his head, her upper body collapsing to the floor in ecstasy. On his back, Ken's engorged cock bobbed free, slick from his wife's saliva. It looked meaty and delicious. I moved off my chair and began to prowl again, tracking my prey. I wrapped my hand around his thick rod, stroking it down and up. He was otherwise preoccupied with his wife and I didn't think he'd mind. I leaned close and licked from the base to the tip, then took it between my lips, engulfing his head with my mouth, taking him deep.
I could hear Melissa's moans getting louder with Ken's attention, louder and more frequent. She was close to coming, and I knew Ken would enjoy making her come. I viewed what I was doing to him as positive reinforcement.
"Unngghh ... uhhhh ... Oh, Ken! Ken! I love you, Ken!" She was there, but there were more to come.
Regrettably, I gave Ken one last suck and lick and helped him into position behind his wife. I kneeled behind him and guided his cock into her hot hole. She grunted with satisfaction. I got to play the puppeteer now, pushing and pulling on Ken's hips, fucking Melissa by proxy. His hands pulled at her ass like he was digging into her flesh with desire. Her moans resumed towards renewed orgasm. This time, he would not be far behind.
"Oh, Ken, fuck me! Fuck me like you used to!"
Admittedly, I'd never seen them fucking before, but I imagined he was doing as his wife demanded. He no longer needed me as a mechanical aid as his muscle memory kicked in.
"Ken, I'm going to come all over your big, fat cock!" she screamed with her teeth clenched tight. I took advantage of the situation, hiking up my skirt and backing into Melissa's face, hoping she would take advantage of the situation—and she did. As Ken fucked her from behind, she latched onto my hips, exercising her fury on my cunt with her tongue and lips. It was like something deep inside her unlocked, some lost experience from boarding school or college. She was no amateur. Propping my front end up on my left elbow, I reached down between my legs with my right hand, rubbing my clit as Melissa fucked me with her tongue. Her face, propelled by Ken's thrusts, slammed into my ass again and again. Her aim worsened as his pushes grew more ragged and desperate, and then her tongue wasn't in my cunt anymore as she rimmed my asshole.
Nothing is a new experience for me, but some are certainly less frequent than others—and having another woman eat my asshole while her husband fucked her was on the rarer end of the scale. I plunged my fingers into my pussy, matching Ken's probing of Melissa, which I could feel transmitted through their writhing bodies.
I knew from instinct that their session was coming to a close, but that did not distract me too much to ensure that all parties were satisfied. I needed to ensure that Ken and Melissa, emerging from their trance, were more or less permanently turned on by each other, regardless of my presence or their hypnotic state. Their bodies, their cries, would serve as triggers. My presence only served to heighten their anticipation. Maybe they would even decide they wanted a little more adventure in their sex life.
Our pace continued to build, Ken's cock into Melissa's cunt, and Melissa's tongue into my ass, while my fingers dug into my pussy. In, out. In, out. Ken's guttural grunts, Melissa's adorable mewling whines, my satisfied yelps falling into synch and harmonizing as a chorus. My office was as soundproofed as a music studio, for exactly like situations such as this. Anyone sitting in the waiting room, reading the latest copy of *The New Yorker* with smooth jazz accompaniment would assume nothing was happening in here—or *perhaps that anything could be happening*.
I could feel Ken Saxton coming as if he was inside of me. He collapsed into Melissa, who, also coming and unable to keep her body stable, went full face-first smacking into the broadness of my ass, just as my finger, with one final rightward swipe to my clit, triggered my own orgasm.
I could only enjoy the moment briefly. After all, I am a professional. I helped the Saxtons dress, and laid them back on the yoga mats. I looked at them from my chair, their eyes closed, their chests rising and falling in satisfaction.
In my professional judgment, they probably didn't need my services further, but I knew that they would come again. I knew I would. | literotica |
Title: fostered from hell6 by JerethDaGryphon
Tags: Hyena, No-Yiff, Plot Development
Part six
The next few days were a rough mix of tantrums and tears as Reya slowly came to terms with her status in life, no longer being beaten and raped for the slightest misdeed brought tears of gratitude to her eyes.
"REYA I thought I told you to wipe your paws when you came in?" Anne scolded as she mopped up some prints again
Throwing her hands up in the air Anne cried out silently "*each time I make progress I take two steps back, give me strength.* Falling back away from Reya to give her some space Anne spoke again. "I'm not mad Reya, I'm annoyed I have asked you before to wipe your paws please stand up and come out of the corner, I'm not going to hit you. You KNOW that. So calm down and stop crying."
Slowly Anne's words sunk into Reya's fear rattled mind as she stood blood dripping from her paws where her grip had cut into them. Anne's sharp nose detected the blood as Reya stood and put the knife down by her side. "Ah crap you cut your hands again didn't you, well go rinse them off and put some bandages on them least I know you keep that blade clean, once you do that wipe off your feet and mop up your prints.
"No". Reya replied shortly, before Anne cleared her throat a quiet warning about politeness "I mean no Anne."
"Better but I do wish you'd warm to us a little more ah well I will pick you up at 3:30 this afternoon behave be good and be friendly." the emphasis places on the friendly was noticeable, forcing sociability on the girl was probably the only way they'd get her out of this shell.
Nodding Reya walked into the school her odd appearance drawing looks that she tried to ignore at the doors to the school a few police officers stood by some holding hand held metal detectors and others quick searching other students. Snarling silently Reya walked into the school through the detector, before setting it off with her blade.
"Stop Mrs. Over here." A younger officer said as her pulled her aside physically.
Wrenching her arm free of the officers Reya snarled out, "grab me again and I'll bite it off." Raging as she was patted down by the female officer Reya howled at the indignity and when her blade was discovered the officer suddenly got nasty.
"Well well what have we here little scab girl going to kill her normal schoolmates?" Twisting Reya's arm around her back a position it was not designed to go Reya screamed in pain...
"STOP IT you're hurting me my arm doesn't bend that way."
"Shut it girl your in big trouble."
Howling as her other arm was pulled behind her and placed inside a nylon handcuff. Tearing up with pain and forced to her knees by it, Reya continued to howl and scream for several reasons. The agony in her arms as they were forced into an unnatural position and worse the casual mistreatment she was receiving caused the schools principal to come running expecting to see a scab having hurt a norm.
"What's going on here Officers?" the newcomer asked
"Caught this dog scab trying to smuggle in a knife, we're just doing our job."
"Then why is she screaming like that."
"She's muttering about something her arms I think.."
By this point Reya's arms were being badly strained, her arm ligaments being pulled out of position but her inner fire reignited. Fighting her way to her feet and using her newly flexible spine Reya managed to get her arms back in front of her easing the strain. As for the nylon cuffs, having the most powerful jaws in the mammal world can come in useful a quick snap and a gnash resulted in her freeing herself. "Listen you fucking asshole give me my blade!" Digging into her small, annoyingly pink purse she dug out the small card she had been issued with by the judge. A card that went everywhere with her as did the wolf-blade.
Seeing a hyena girl who had managed to free herself, and who was now bristling with unbridled rage hurling the card at the officer who had accosted her she approached him carefully repeating her earlier statement her teeth grinding visibly with each word. Catching the card awkwardly in his off hand the male officer prepared to defend himself.
Snarling Reya dug her own semi blunt claws into her paw. And waited...
Checking the card the officer passed it to his compatriot who passed it to the principal who nodded, and retrieving the knife from the officer handed it to Reya before beckoning her to follow him. With the drama of her entry behind her Reya stopped snarling and returned to her previous cautious state as she followed the principal to his office.
Having read her notes from Phil and the psychiatrist at the hospital, Mr. Roth knew what he was dealing with and didn't make any conciliatory actions. "Reya I'm sorry about what happened I meant to get there to greet you and get you passed security. I'm aware of your situation and that you've only recently scabbed over.. I won't make any pointless remarks nor will I say anything concerning your past to the students. I will merely make it know that you have permission to keep the blade with you at all times. Sadly we don't have any public school records for you and your tutors reports are sketchy so I will have to have you tested before I can place you in your courses
Nodding Reya stood and walked off. The first few days of school were rather boring being sent to the resource room to take a battery of tests was not what Reya had in mind for her public school education, but was unfortunately required. Fortunately she tested at average or above enabling her to be placed with her peer group. Life at home was not an easy situation either.
Having her foster mother in the room while she showered was hard enough but actually needing help for her back was pure torture. Anne was understanding and maintained her distance, offering support and guidance Even though her heart ached to take this poor child into her arms and heart.
Reya was not a disobedient child mostly out of fear; any scolding could send the girl into hysterics, so dealing with her had to be done in calm tones and with the utmost patience. Her foster father Carl had little dealings with her maintaining a presence during the few times she would be in the family room but not approaching her nor attempting to handle her without Reya's express permission. Her mother on the other hand was given a little more leeway.
Reya's mind was slowly coming to the terms of her new life, and while not accepting everything some things had sunk in, she no longer felt sick at eating raw or nearly raw meat (searing it helped the spices stick), And while she still flinched at Carl's entrance she no longer assumed he meant her harm at every opportunity. It wasn't until the 2nd full week of her residence in the Pizarro home that she felt she still was herself, as that was the day her things arrived from her room at Thornwood
"REYA!" Carl yelled up stairs trying to get the reclusive hyena girls attention.
Reya had been napping in the window bay in her room when she heard her name bellowed across the house and while Carl meant nothing other then a harmless summons recently awakened, Reya's hyena instincts took control and propelled her four on the floor down the stairs.
Hearing the rapid patter of feet Carl winced inwardly as he thought about what he had inadvertently done.
Reya darted down the stairs and slammed into the wall near the door with tooth rattling force, and while her dense muscular body withstood the impact without damage it did serve to finish waking her up "Oww." Reya muttered as she sat back on her haunches. "All fours is fine for running but bad for stopping, you called Mr. Pizarro?" She asked fear causing her voice to tremble.
"Reya your stuffs here the delivery guy wants to know where you want it, looking at her crumpled form aside the wall her added ..."sorry for startling you."
"May I put the forge parts in the back yard sir?"
At Carl's nod she directed the delivery man to put her safe and her personal things in her room while another took the anvil and her tools to a small corner in the back yard.
After the delivery man had left Reya headed out to the allocated spot for her forge. A small section of lawn near the back of the yard. Building her forge from scratch "Anne?" "Yes Reya dear," her foster mother said her arms deep in a mess of dough, over the weeks Anne had worked up a fair bit of trust with the girl, always on Reya's conditions, but occasionally when tired or really pleased a 'mom' would occasionally escape Reya's usually scowling lips Anne treasured these fleeting moments and never was to busy to speak to the girl she was increasingly beginning to think of less as her fosteree and more of as her daughter.
"I'm not going to ask what your doing to that dough, but I was going to ask if it's ok maybe could I visit the bar again I liked it there, and Mr. Phill said I should be safe enough.
"I don't mind if you go out but you'll have to let us know in advance and maintain your curfew as well as making sure your homework's done..."
"Yea I was thinking about that, I know you need to keep close watch on me because I'm a criminal?" Reya's eyes darkened as she spoke this.
Noting the dangerous change in Reya's tone Anne pulled her gloved paws from the pile of goo and asking silent permission from the girl gave her a brief embrace leaving doughy globs on Reya's neck fur. "We don't consider you a criminal Reya we may have to report to a judge and your social worker didn't think, but when did you want to go to the bar?"
"Maybe Wednesday after school?"
Nodding to Reya Anne replied that she would talk to Carl about it and they would work something out about her going out. Even when the amount of dough is small it takes a fair while to clean out of fur especially when the arms of the bather can't reach nor bend in the required direction.. Muttering under her breath Reya pressed the small intercom her foster father had installed, for the most part they now trusted her and a compromise was reached concerning her observation during bathing, most the time she was permitted to bath with only minimal assistance unless she had been upset or angry this compromise was only because"Anne.... ANNE can you please come help me......I.. I cant reach the goo..." as embarrassing as it was still to have to ask for help she at least knew her 'mother' wasn't going to take advantage of the situation at least not for more then a chance to chat without Reya finding an escape.
Anne replied she would be right there leaving Reya to fume and turn her soaked fur towards the wall away from Anne her ears down and her tail low.
"Whewy smells like a wet hyena in here, Seeing Reya ears were down she stopped her good natured tease and approached slowly. "You ok hon?" she asked inviting the child to unburden herself. Reya was prone to mood swings sometimes rather violently but she never took out her anger out on herself much to the relief of her parents and the judge who still held control over her fate, nor did she take it out on others using her ever present blade in anger. No her anger was directed at objects that had no value and could always be fixed or replaced bar stock was her favored target smashing it against her anvil tell her rage ended and she could focus. " Anne "Reya whispered her mind slipping while deep in thought. I'm just annoyed about needing help bathing it bugs me.."
Seeing there was no risk in the situation Anne took the opening to give a gentle lecture. "You know Reya its not a bad thing to need help sometimes in something, Carl " she paused before adding a subtle reminder, "your father has to help me with keeping my tail free of tangles. Its cheaper then going to a groomer I tend to be too gentle to clean them out," she smiled considering what the grooming usually led too, shaking the pleasant memory away she continued "The fact that you need a little help scrubbing your back doesn't make you weak."
Anne continued in this vein while she worked the shampoo deep into the thick ruff of fur at her daughters neck and back before rinsing it off and handing the brush back to her daughter who gently waved it away her left ear upright and listening even though her head was lowered, taking the implied permission Anne continued to help her daughter scrub the rest of her back nothing but love and concern in her gestures.
"Is there anything else bothering you that I can help with?" Anne asked as she topped up the hot water in the tub.
Turning around to face Anne Reya raised her head, a mischievous look in her eyes something rarely seen. "No thank you mom," she said extending her arms for a embrace.
Having her daughter reach out to her and use the affectionate term of mom should have raised some alarms, but Anne was just happy and didn't see it coming. Receiving the hug from the wet hyena Anne smiled happily before Reya used her greater strength to pull Anne into the tub before leaping out and running off dripping wet, but laughing, a happy hyena laugh, the first true laugh they had heard from her since she had been in there home.
Anne began to laugh herself once she realized that it didn't seem there was any malice in Reya's act.
Reya ran out of the house dodging on all four's out to her forge after shaking off in the garden she stoked her forge's fires and warmed up. Her happy mood showing itself as she began some simple forgings. Glad to be in the heat as her fur dried off.
Anne pulled herself out of the tub, angry but not mad how she could be mad at a prank that had no lasting effects nor did any real harm, but gave her foster daughter a bit of joy. Toweling off she shook her head and went to hunt the miscreant down.
Noting the paw prints in sets of four Anne began walking out to the back yard where Reya had likely gone when a scream and a sudden flare caused her to burst into a run. Sprinting over to the moving flare Anne took in the scene in an eye blink. Reya was in trouble something had happened her arm was burning and she was mad with pain.
Still smiling Reya put some bar stock in her forge to heat it preparing to do a rod and bar weld sword an older style made from non folded metal more brittle but far easier to make. Shoving the cold metal into the hot forge Reya disturbed a pocket of air or something else. Something caused her fire to surge catching her by surprise she pulled the metal from the forge showering her off arm with hot coals and igniting her dry fur her natural oils furthering the fire in seconds her whole arm was alight screaming Reya ran outside agony filling her mind.
Sprinting towards her Anne body checked her running daughter into the ground smothering the fires on her arm with the damp towel Anne had around her... "Don't move Reya your hurt not sure how bad." Picking up the extinguished hyena and moving into the house Anne could see Reya's fur on her arm had been burned off almost to a hair the once pale skin underneath now red with Carl was due back from work momentarily and she and he would take her,
Upon Carl's arrival Anne brought him up to speed as they headed out Reya whimpering Once booked into the E.R Reya was seen relatively swiftly. fortunately for all concerned her burns were mostly superficial and easily treated. Once dosed with painkillers and able to think coherently, Reya stirred while the doctor was treating her arm
"Wha What about the fur, will it grow back." she asked a faint note of anxiety in her wavering voice.
"Fortunately for you Reya Thornwood, unlike human skin which doesn't grow hair well after scarring animal skin is much less affected by the damage it will grow back. But I'm curious as to how it happened?"
While Reya and her mother related the incident and the cause thereof Reya broke in a sudden concern on her mind. "Mrs. Pizarro? Your your not mad at me for pulling you in the bath are you," Reya asked her jowl raising in a semi querulous snarl.
"No no I'm not mad at you, angry yes but we will deal with that later. Right doc fix her up and I'll need a copy of the report for her social worker."
Nodding the doctor wrapped her arm in a tight medicated wrap and gave her a sling. "Use the sling to keep from jostling the arm to much and the wrap and medicated spray will help the burns heal without much scarring I'll give you some pills for the pain as well but don't take more then two a day . Reya did go to school the next day wearing her bandage and a long sleeved dress, something she still despised, her schoolmates teasing her for her excessively formal cloths. Their teasing soon stopped as she unsheathed her dagger and smiling with her ears and tail, placed it in front of her at each class, as though challenging the schoolmates to push her.Her health teacher a Mrs. Schmidt drew her aside during the classes' activity Mrs. Schmidt was a nice teacher one who was kind and concerned for the wellbeing of her students. "Reya. I just wanted to ask if you're ok. I noticed you're in a foul temper today and the others seem to be unreasonably hostile, since I know you don't like dresses I'm assuming something's wrong. Want to talk about it?"
"No..... well yea..."
As the pause drew out and Reya remained silent Mrs Schmidt held her tongue and waited practice and patience letting her know when to speak and when to wait.
"I hurt myself." Reya finally said her voice a angry snarl.
Mrs. Schmidt's eyes widened at Reya's confession. but held her peace.
"I was stupid and messed up."
"Did you cut on yourself ? Mrs Schmidt asked aware of Reya's previous experience.
"Reya shook her furred head."
"So it wasn't deliberate?"
Reya nodded.
"so your not forced to wear the gown."
"No its to cover up a bald arm on a stupid bitch of an animal"... Reya returned spitting out the words.
"Um bald..."
"Yea was working on some stuff after being silly, burnt my arm doc's say it'll be ok but its bald hence the dress to cover it up." After clearing up a few more items Reya was dismissed to return to her class work. Throughout the day Reya was pulled aside and forced to repeat the explanation to other teachers several of which confirmed Reya's story with a call to her parents.
Muttering as she poked at her arm idly flipping through the entertainment unit that afternoon after school. Waiting until Anne or Carl came home and she could go out, or do something as after she got back from the E.R she was told not to use her forge until her parents said she could. This restriction was hell for the young girl to deal with. With nothing on T.V Reya began sketching out rough ideas on paper to pass the time until her foster parents came back from their respective jobs, Anne working part time as a receptionist and Carl full time as a technical manager Of an IT Company.
At about four pm the garage door opening brought Reya from her work trance. "Reya you in?" Anne called out as she entered the house calling out to make sure her daughter had made it home and not broken the rules.
A rough grunt was her answer, Anne's own ears tracking the sound to the living room.
"Hello Reya how was sch-" she broke off as she saw her daughter nude and pouting
"Bad day I take it," Anne added noting the unsheathed blade and the sketch pad.. "Reya I don't mind you being nude in the house so that's not an issue but you know no paws on the couch so off."
Muttering Reya dropped her paws to the wood paneled floor her claws clicking
"No muttering Reya. I'm sorry if you had a bad day, but I've been thinking and its time we had a chat,
"wh-what about?"
"several things actually."
"well after the incident with the fire yesterday I've come to the conclusion you need to wear protective gear for working in the forge so I went to the mall and got a leather workers apron for you. You should have adequate protection if your careful." "As for the other thing your father and I have discussed it and we have decided that the best way to punish you without bringing back memories and making you fear us is clothing and restricting your activities, when you misbehave, Later that evening as the family sat down to dinner Reya's mind was occupied. absently gulping her food and crunching bones without any conscious work on her part. "Reya pass the salt please," Carl asked as he held out his hand for it.
Reya her eyes blanked seemingly ignored him causing Carl to repeat himself a second and finally he raised his voice.
"Reya!"
Jumping backwards Reya's body dodged an expected attack spilling her drink and knocking over her chair.
"You were miles away dear, didn't mean to scare you. I felt you were ignoring me." Carl said his voiced lowered and in a tone one would use to try to coax a frightened animal out of its hole.
Still fearful of her 'father' though he had not attempted to harm her or taking advantage of the situation. Reya kept her distance, hand on her ever present knife.
Sighing Carl beckoned her to return to the table and told her to clear up the spillage and take her seat. "Since I seem to have scared you out of your reverie care to tell us what you were thinking about?" he added pleasantly, concern and caring evident in his voice.
"Ivy." Reya muttered before repeating herself more clearly "I was thinking about ivy."
"Is ivy a girl in your school is she making trouble?" Carl replied his ire beginning to rise. Reya's welfare was foremost in his mind until she was settled, both into her new life and in her mind.
"No".... realizing the shortness of her answer would be unacceptable to Carl and Anne, Reya expanded on her answer adding info new to Carl and Anne. Reya snarled out the breath she was holding. "Ivy leaves, I'm thinking about something Mr. Jubatus said he's agreed to help me market some of my work.."
"Now Reya I know that someone visited you, but I don't want you taken advantage of "He's not taking advantage of me. Before you got me I signed an agreement with him, One concurrent with my orders from the judge. Wait here." Dashing off upstairs she recovered the 3000 dollars she received from the sale of the first knife and her copy of the contract. Once she had returned to the table and sat heavily down in her chair.
Carl's eyes went wide seeing that kind of money negligently tossed around disturbed him. Intellectually he knew Reya's birth family was RICH but the casual disregard for an amount equal to half his monthly wage was frightening.
"Take it" Reya whispered. "I don't want it, not this lot anyways." I am supposed to work on my blade smithing and I had an idea a, knight's sword, old school. I was thinking I might consider using emerald slivers to do the decorations but I don't know any jewelers."
"So your hobby was distracting you at dinner." Anne queried gently.
Reya nodded. Yes. I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to ignore you, but I was working out how to get a good effect on the ivy leaves along the blade I'm working on. I was thinking Mr. Jubatus might be able to help me find some."
A brief sigh of relief left both parents their daughter wasn't in any school trouble but this Mr. Jubatus bore looking into nodding to each other the parents let the matter rest for now. Later that evening as Reya had her bath before doing her homework and watching a little T.V before bed. Carl and Anne discussed this Jubatus fellow with each other. Their discussion lasting well into the night.
End part six | FSE |
Title: COYOTKA AND THE FORGE OF HEPHAESTUS Ch.1 by coyotek
Tags: Adventure, Catgirl, Coyote, Lion, No-Yiff
Whole first chapter of my first story. Please rate and comment, but dont treat me too harsh xD Thanks to the awesome Maxwell Kay for correcting my mistakes and for Darkfang Magus for editing :D
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**Coyotka and the Forge of Hephaestus**
*Written by: Coyotek.*
*Edited by: Darkfang Magus.*
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Chapter 1
Mysterious Package.
Morning sunlight gently covered her face, as she flipped onto her other side. Visions of another busy museum morning, didn't help her to continue her dreams, which she rarely had lately. She got up, rubbed her sleepy canid eyes and put those same old glasses with a thin black frame, on the top of her long canid muzzle. Then she left her bedroom.
"A cold shower will do me good."
Coyotka stood awhile under the pouring cold water; her long black hair covered her body like a beautiful, expensive silk. She took a deep breath and raised her head high, now really feeling like she was finally awake. Coyotka wiped her wet fur, dried her hair, and then left the room.
"Hi!" a warm and pleasant voice welcomed her in the kitchen. It was her housemate, Geno, who stood by the oven, wearing only a kitchen apron.
"Hi there Geno, what are you cooking?.. And where is that lazy-ass brother of mine?"
"That lazy-ass is still sleeping", the kitty giggled.
"I hope that you didn't waste him too much, I can hear it all in the night."
Geno replied with a smile.
"That is why I'm making breakfast today. Want some, Coyotka, or do you have to hurry to the museum?"
"I'll dine out on the town", Coyotka turned her muzzle to a small mirror on the table. She looked at her face. Dark brown fur covered her long muzzle, while under it and inside of her long coyote ears, her fur color was light cream, contrasting well. Under her eyes were small black stripes of fur. They reminded her of small bows, and on both sides of her muzzle were nearly invisible "beards" of black fur, which were usually covered by her long hair. Her glasses hid her pretty brown eyes, with long and bushy lashes. She was a pretty one, according to the guys, who were attracted to her like bees to honey, but she never seriously thought about those kinds of things. Not so seriously, to end up with some of them in bed and she knew that most of their "loves" ended at that point. She often heard many ladies from her college class talk about the number of "checked" guys. She never cared about the numbers; quality was what she was looking for. Not liking any type of sportsmen, she looked for those with intelligence and great personal culture. Smiling to herself, she corrected her forelock and put on her work suit. It consisted of leather gloves, a white shirt that ended on her bellybutton, short sepia colored trousers and a leather vest. She ran out of the house, and then down the stairs.
In front of the house stood her car, a massive green pickup truck customized specifically for her. She took it many times on the road to the Archaeological Club of the university, where she was studying. Archeology was everything for her and working at the museum was a wonderful experience. Coyotka's fascination with digging in ancient ruins of long forgotten civilizations, came to her from her twin brother, with whom she read mythology related books and articles countless times. Later, her interests reached not only to cultures of the Mediterranean Sea, but also Babylon and to even farther cultures of Asia and America.
After ten minutes of driving, she got to the museum, an enormous building that was almost as big as The National Museum. Despite the fact that it had been built only five years ago, it was well known worldwide, thanks to all those late excavations and accurate searches taken by paid parties. They gave the museum a rich collection of ancient works of art and artifacts. The strangest of it all is that those artifacts were found in places where they never should be: churches, old cemeteries, old buildings or catacombs. The perfect example was that golden Horus statue on the new museum poster. It was found in a crypt, in an old monastery in northern France. That didn't matter to Coyotka now though; today she will finally examine those beautiful medieval manuscripts. She walked a few steps up to the front entrance, passed a line of huge Doric pillars and found herself inside the museum hall. She went to the first door on her left, took out her magnetic card and slid it through the scanner. The lock in the door released. She went one story down into the museum underground and proceeded to a long corridor.
Standing in front of a wooden door, Coyotka looked at a small sign inscribed with her name. "Some more time and "Doctor" will be written here", she said to herself. "Third year of college will start in two months' time; I'll be twenty one... Damn, I'm old." Laughing, she twisted the key in the lock and entered the room. Her room in the museum underground was always an oasis of silence and peace. The walls were all painted white, and near one of them stood a bookshelf full of writing on ancient cultures, opposite a big cabinet with small things that she had personally found during her first travels. A small wooden fan with a lamp was rotating in the center of the ceiling. Underneath it stood Coyotka's desk, with a green writing pad, shelves of documents, and a PC monitor. Here she always could sit even into the late night hours, working in silence. It wasn't possible at her home, because her brother and Geno would be disturbing her too much. Coyotka sat in her comfy chair, yawned deeply and stretched her arms. Suddenly she heard a knocking.
"Please, come in," Coyotka took a more dignified pose.
Into the room, entered a tall well-built lion dressed in a white shirt with a blue tie and dark trousers. The fur on his muzzle was orange brown, and on his chin and arms his fur color turned into yellowish sepia. Under his bushy brown mane, he had a pair of deep blue eyes with characteristic teardrops that ended near his nose. The whole of his muzzle was composed by his darkening side beards, not too big ears and a small beard under his lips.
"Good morning, boss." Coyotka stood from her chair. The lion shook his paw dismissively.
"I told you so many times that you can quit it. Call me Niwen." The lion threw a smile in Coyotka's direction, after which he placed a pair of small wooden boxes on her desk," Here's your task for today." Coyotka took a look at those cheap boxes that hid very precious contents.
"Good, something else?" she asked, turning her muzzle to Niwen.
The lion thought for a while, then turned around and pointed at a small cardboard package lying at the top of Coyotka's bookshelf. "The mailman delivered that yesterday, about five minutes before you left."
The coyote stepped from her desk, reaching for the package. "No one opened it?"
"It's not polite to view other peoples' mail"
"Kinda heavy. What's inside of it? Rocks?" Coyotka weighed the package in her paws.
Niwen shook his shoulders. Coyotka stood beside the lion, ripping the paper from the small package. After that, she put the cardboard box on her desk and opened it. Inside of it were lots of torn newspapers. After a short search, the coyote found a small wrapping, no bigger than her fist. Tearing the newspapers from it revealed to her eyes a black stone. Coyotka took it to the light, observed it with attention worthy of an experienced researcher. Niwen stood in silence waiting for his pupil to examine the rock.
"It looks like a part of some primitive tool, but I can't be sure. It could also be a fake. We should take it to coal scan," Coyotka said her first thoughts. Niwen was still looking at Coyotka, when she carefully put the stone on back in the box. She looked at it carefully for a while, and then she turned to the lion. "Who sent us the package?"
Niwen took the sheet of paper covering the box. He rolled it in his paw for a while. "There's no sender".
Coyotka took a piece of the newspaper covering the stone, and she looked at it for a while, and then passed it to Niwen. "Language?"
Niwen looked at the newspaper, "Greek."
Coyotka looked through the stack of newspapers, searching for clues. *Who sent her the package*? "Nothing," she grunted.
Niwen took the box and ripped off the rest of papers covering it, to look at it more closely. After that, a small note detached from the bottom of the box. Coyotka took it in her paw and read.
"*Please hide the volcano, A. Kaceus*" Niwen looked surprised at Coyotka. She quickly replied to him with the same look.
"Either someone is playing a stupid joke with us, or we are stupid," she said, putting the note into the box, just to throw the whole box on a stack of papers that lay in the corner.
"But, if we didn't understand this..." said Niwen, looking through the shreds of paper that were covering the box.
"Besides, I don't know any A. Kaceus" Coyotka scratched her forehead.
"Look" Niwen pointed out "On the box there's our museum's address and your room number, but there's no name. "
Coyotka took the paper from Niwen. It was as he said. She twisted the paper in her paw and threw it into the corner, straight into the mysterious box. "I'll think about it later, now I've got some work to do", saying this, she picked up one of the manuscript boxes.
Niwen came closer to Coyotka's back, and then embraced Coyotka in her vest, before hugging her. "How about spending the night on the town today? I heard about a freshly opened, fine restaurant," Niwen whispered in her ear.
"I don't have my night gown; Geno borrowed it for a date with my bro."
"So you want to go on a shopping trip? You'll pick yourself something fancy".
"I don't want to cause you any more expenses, dear," said Coyotka, putting her finger on the lion's lips.
"You're toying with me again... it's been ages since the last time we've been somewhere together" whispered the lion with sadness in his voice.
"No, that's not it, just... I have a free house today and I wanted to clean that chaos in my room. Don't worry, I'll show it to you later" Coyotka kissed the lion on his chin.
"You know I love you..."
"I know Niwen... kitty" she replied to him with a smile.
They met two years ago, when Niwen, after gaining his diploma as a historian at Sorbonne, came back to Poland and worked as a part time teacher in a nearby high school. He still remembers her looks from those days. The tall thin girl always sitting silently in the first desk. Under her long black hair, a cute long muzzle lay hidden, with glasses on it, and behind those glasses, sharp brown eyes. Those eyes listened to him with attention, sucking down the knowledge from him, when the rest of the class was almost sleeping. It was Niwen that invented the Archaeological Club, thinking about her, inviting her to be the co-chairman. Then after Coyotka's graduation to university, the Archaeological Club was changed to Universities Archaeological Society with bigger funds sponsored by Niwen's museum. A year ago, Niwen's father, before leaving to France, signed the whole museum building to him, and Coyotka was the first person he invited to work there. Not only was Coyotka a real beauty to him, Niwen also loved her unusual temperament and born intelligence. Officially, they were together for over a year. Coyotka also had a crush on Niwen, mainly because he was one of the few men that shared her interests. Despite that, when meeting him she always had that feeling that the next day he would leave her. Her fears came from simple thoughts, she was a normal girl and he was an only son of a noble family, owner of a well-known car company and several hotels spread across Europe. She just didn't believe in those stories of a poor Cinderella and Prince Charming. That's why, despite her feelings, she kept Niwen at a distance. Many times Niwen proposed that Coyotka move from her brother's house to his place. She always tried to dodge the answer to this question, but after many tries, she promised him that they'd marry, once Coyotka finished at the university. Thoughts about that day filled her with worry, and she wanted to enjoy her freedom as long as she could.
"Call me when you have some free time", said Niwen, leaving her office. "See you".
Coyotka stepped behind her desk and sat in her chair, then opened the box, and carefully took one of the manuscripts. She peeked again at that package in the corner. She looked at it for some minutes, and then spoke to herself. "This damn stone is on my mind, I'll have to examine it more closely at home"
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At 5:30 pm, she left the museum and headed home. Coyotka opened the door, took off her jacket, and took two steps in the hall when suddenly her brother appeared in front of her, holding a mop in his hand. He was almost like a mirror reflection of herself. They were twins, and the only thing that made a difference was their gender, Coyotek's lack of long hair, and the fact that he was a whole 5 minutes and 23 seconds older.
"Coyo? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on the town with Geno...," she asked surprised.
Coyotek gave his sister a grim look. "Some drunken ass-hat phoned the police and said that there was a bomb in the restaurant. They threw us on the street, right in the middle of our meal".
Coyotka tried to hide her smile."And what are you doing now?" "I'm cleaning the hall", replied Coyotek.
"Where's Geno?"
"Kitty sleeps. She got ape-shit mad, and almost beat up the owner when she heard that we wouldn't get our money back. I had to cuddle her to sleep," Coyotek took a look into their room.
"Oh... was there a bit of yiffy"yiffy?" Coyotka asked, giggling. Coyotek looked at his sister with a wry face. "Okay, I didn't say anything," turning, she entered the bathroom.
She filled the tub with hot water and sank down into it, thinking about spoiled plans for the evening. Suddenly, from her trousers pocket the mysterious black stone rolled on the floor. She took a peek at it and reached for it. Once more she was rolling the stone in her paws, looking at it from all directions.
Then a thought hit her, *what is this mineral anyways*. At the same time, the stone slipped from her paws and splashed into the water, then slid down her tummy, and finally landed between her legs. She reached for it quickly and felt a strange chill. "I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice that the water got cold." She threw the stone at her clothes and started to wash herself.
Coyotka stepped into the living room. Coyotek was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and from time to time he stopped on channels with dancing nude ladies.
"You can think only about one, dear brother" Coyotka smiled, petting Coyotek's head.
"Nah..." replied Coyotek, quickly changing the show.
She sat beside him on the couch. She was dressed in a short, transparent green dress that she always used as her pajamas.
"Going to sleep?" Coyotek faced her.
"I guess, finally I have a chance to get a good night's sleep, since you won't make any noises tonight", she smiled. Coyotek changed the channel again.
"I have a small question for you, dear brother" Coyotek turned his muzzle to his sister.
"What do Greece and a volcano have in common?"
Coyotek thought for a while. "I don't have any idea. Geography never was my thing, and I don't think that there are any volcanoes in Greece".
"Damn..." Flustered, Coyotka went to her room. She was about to close the door when she heard her brother's voice.
"Wait a second"!
She turned toward him.
"Can it be other than geographical?" Coyotek looked at Coyotka. She nodded. He put his index finger to his temple. "Hephaestus".
She froze in her doorway, surprised. How the hell she could forget that? Volcano is a Roman name for the Greek god of fire, blacksmithing and jewelers, Hephaestus. "Thanks" said Coyotka, and closed her door. Despite that, she still didn't see anything in common with a volcano, Greece, Hephaestus, the black stone and an almost unknown person A. Kaceus. On the next day, she planned to find out as much as possible about that last one.
TBC.
TBC. | FSE |
Title: The Cycles (Lions And Kings) Part 2 by Prince Seren
Tags: Fanfiction, Homosexual, Lion, Lion King, Lioness, M/M, Yiff
"So weak," Daktari growled slightly. "You should have killed him when you had the chance," He said looking down at his son with shame. "Now I see that the only thing your useful for is easy pray," He growled.
"I'm not weak," Xan managed to say as he lifted himself up off the ground. "Your the weak one, teaching me all this hatred for no reason besides revenge," He saw the flames lick around the ground killing all the near by plant life, he looked around as then suddenly his father turned into a strange mist and then flowed within side him.
Xan's eyes widened as he woke up gasping for air. The sun had not yet risen Xan got up and looked around the cave seeing that every other lion was still asleep. He began to walk out of the cave and down towards the ground and looked towards the Outlands. It was a waist land where no plant nor live tree rested. And it seemed to be bone dry of water. His emerald eyes scanned the darkened edges of the boarder and swore that he saw a shadowy shape in the distance that of a lioness. Not the one's of Kovu's Pride, but of the Outlanders maybe? Xan took up bravery and decided to investigate this further. He crouched low and crawled through the plain grass stealthy and glanced around sniffing the air occasionally for a scent. So far there was nothing.
Tor knew that she was in trouble. The new male lion had spotted her. She darted off into the underbrush for shelter and waited. She knew that if she could some how get a conversation with this rogue she could convince him to join their Pride instead of Kovu's. Her mother of course would be proud of that if they had male lion to take their revenge on Kovu for causing the death of Zera, his own mother.
When she knew that the cost was clear she darted back into the Outlands and towards the dooms in which held her pride. She looked around for her brother Venn who was suppose to take over the Pridelands, but instead mother did not see any signs of Scar within his blood. Scar was the Outlanders King, a lion that was the brother of Mufasa the original king. The story had been passed down for a long time. A young lion born from Mufasa had murdered Scar for murdering his own father to claim the throne. That was what filled Zera with so much hatred towards Simba and the Pridelanders was for that very reason, even her own mother was filled with that hate now and wanted to see whom ever ruled the Pridelands dead. Kovu was now the king, the traitor..
"Mother, I think I've found him," She said entering the den as she saw her mother resting on the floor.
Her mother looked up and glanced at her. "What on earth are you talking about child," She said with a low growl.
"I mean I think I've found him, someone to take Scar's place," She said smirking softly.
The lioness rose up to her feet and looked at her daughter. "What on earth do you mean child, speak clearly I'm old and withering away," She said.
"I know Vitani , what I'm saying is a new prince has emerged in the Pridelands," She said scoffing a little.
"A prince?"
"Yes mother, another male lion that might gain the trust of Kovu maybe, just maybe if we wait for a while to allow Kovu to trust this rogue, we can find him alone and speak the truth about what really happened and see if he'll join our side," She said smiling.
Vitani rose an eye brow in suspicion. "The real prince of Priderock, what of him have you seen him around?" She asked.
"He was nursing the male lion back to health mother, and for some reason it seems like the Prince already knew this lion a long time ago, but I'm not all sure of that, he is gay after all," She said laughing.
The both of them began to laugh for it was so odd to hear of a male lion liking other male lions. "Yeah I do suppose your plan might work," She said grinning. "Keep a close eye on the both of them and see what happens," She said lying her head back on the ground.
Xan was near the spot where he swore that he saw the female lioness. But for some reason there were no tracks or any sign at all of a female ever being there. He looked around and saw that Priderock was rather far off in the distance and he sighed softly.
"What are you doing here?" Asked a young male lion not to far off scaring Xan for he did not see the other lion. He looked up and saw a young muscular male lion that had a black mane and his fur was an ash gray with a streak of white on his back.
"Why are you in the Outlands," He growled slightly.
Xan looked at the older male and gulped a little. "I was um walking by and saw the lands and I'm unfamiliar with the landscape around here and I had no idea, my apologies," He said bowing slightly with respect.
The adult lion smirked softly and glanced at the young lion having an idea pop into his head. That voice of his was perfectly hansom, and clear. The two things that he looks into for a male. One major thing why his mother Vitani had disclaimed him to the throne of the Pridelands was because he was indeed homosexual just like the Prince of Kovu. However he dared not to go to Priderock and begin to hit on him at all for fear of being torn to pieces by Kovu himself.
"Is there anything I can do for you to make up for my mistakes?" Asked Xan as he sat there looking at the older lion.
This made the lion think more on what he wanted the young lion to do. "Well, what is your name?" He asked his tail swaying slightly.
"Xan," He replied
"My name is Nekora," He said.
"That is a very nice name," Said Xan swaying his tail a little as he sat in an upright position to look at the lion carefully, he glanced back and Priderock making sure that everyone was still asleep.
"So, where did you come from?" Nekora asked as he blinked a little.
"The outerlands I guess," Xan said. "I was attacked by my father and he pushed me away from my family, so I ran and ran till I could no longer run.., my father was the one who gave me this scar," He said sighing a little.
"That scar is similar to the one Taka had when he was a cub," Said Nekora.
"Taka?" Questioned Xan.
"That was his original name, Scar..when he was younger he was attacked by a buffalo and the buffalo gave him that scar, so he changed his name to Scar," He said sighing a little thinking in his mind of the old story that his mother told him a long time ago.
"I see," Said Xan.
"It was Simba who killed Scar, and Kovu who was suppose to kill Simba for revenge, but betrayed my mother and her brother, and Zera as well," He said looking at the lions body. It was so smooth and muscular, it was rather sexy, and to hear that husky voice well it made him erect. He laughed a little. "You said you'll do anything to make up for that mistake didn't you?" Asked Nekora.
"Yeah," Replied Xan smiling.
"How about you raise that nice rump of yours in the air and rise that nice long tail," He said smirking slightly purring a little.
Xan rose an eye brow but obediently obeyed and rose his tail slightly and glanced at Nekora slightly purring thinking he knew what was going to happen next.
Nekora smiled and then gave a lick at the young male's tailhole purring deeply tasting the nice anus of Xan. "Hmm, just as I imagined," He muttered, he had a tent of blush across his muzzle as he slightly began to lick the lion's tailhole a bit more with his leathery tongue lubricating it, his erection grew harder and was dripping with pre cum on the ground.
It was Xan's chance, a once in a life time chance to be making love to a male lion. He purred deeply and let out a low moan with satisfaction as his own lioncock began to get aroused feeling the large sandpaper tongue lap at his dry anus, he slightly let it pucker out a bit as he closed his eyes purring.
Slowly with a smirk Nekora took out his tongue and allowed his paw to roam over the lion's ass. Still smirking he saw the lion's tailhole pucker out and he thought this as in invitation. He jumped onto him and moaned slightly as he shoved his lioncock deep into Xan's tailhole shuddering slightly feeling the tightness. "Fuck," He moaned slightly.
Vitani (C) Disney
Nekora (C) XanTheLion
Tor (C) XanTheLion | FSE |
Experimental Roomies Becky absently picked at the wedgie as she stirred the pasta again.
“Girl, you’ve got to stop doing that, it’s unhygienic.” Mary said as she peeked over the bar to see what was cooking.
“Sorry, I can’t help it. My shirt keeps getting stuck,” Becky’s voice was tinged with just a touch of annoyance. It wasn’t like Mary had the same problem.
Mary gave her a sour look and stuck out her tongue. “Look, you signed up for the same stupid shit we did, and we’re all dealing with it. Just don’t be sticking your fingers in some places then handling the food.”
Becky set down the ladle, “I know, I know, but damn it all, it’s annoying.”
“No shit.” Mary gave a bit of a snort and went back to her phone.
“She’s right, you know, you really should stop.” Priya commented from her spot over on the couch.
“Alright, I don’t need everyone to gang up on me over this. It’s just really frustrating to have everything ride up.” Becky sighed a bit and carefully washed her hands again.
“Don’t I know it. There’s a reason I went to wearing nothing but dresses.” Priya kicked the long hem of her skirt a bit flashing a touch of her tanned flesh underneath to make the point.
“Girl, I’m not looking to see that.” Irene had walked in just in time to be flashed that bit of skin as Priya let her skirt settled down again. “Oh please, you’ve seen plenty of me, of her, of everyone here. We’re the idiots who signed up for an experimental medication for libido enhancement, and now look where it’s got us.” Priya snorted as she put down pretense of reading at all and stared at her roommates who were starting to gather for dinner.
“It got us exactly what it promised us, enhanced libidos. You can’t say they were lying about that.” Mary snorted from her place at the bar. “I mean, it didn’t exactly come how we expected, but you’d think after a year of it that we’d be used to it.”
“I’m not sure I’m ever going to be used to it.” Whined Becky as she tried not to pull her shirt out of the growing wedgie that appeared each time she shifted.
“A looser shirt might help.” Irene commented as she resumed toweling her hair.
“Doesn’t help, usually makes it worse really,” commented Becky, who gave Irene a black look as she realized Irene was dripping on the floor. “Come on, we talked about this too. Quit coming out here undressed, and why are you dripping water on the floor?”
“What? I needed a shower, besides I’m in a robe.” Irene said looking down at the pink robe that barely concealed her own massive breasts.
“That’s not clothing, that’s barely a robe. Go get something on.”
“Oh, we need to get over this faux prudishness,” Irene snapped as she headed back to her room.
“I can’t say I disagree with Irene,” Priya said, shifting slightly.
“So, you want to walk around nude?” Mary snarked. Priya gave her a hard stare, “Well, at least at home it’d be nice to be able to. It’s not like we don’t already know how messed up this is. Besides, I have to wear these long dresses all the time or I have to listen to you squawk about decency.”
“Yeah, that and it keeps the stains off the couch.” Becky observed dryly.
“You’re hardly one to talk about stains, if anything you leave more than I do.” Priya shot back.
“Here we go again,” Irene rolled her eyes as she came back out in a tank top and shorts.
“Oh God, Irene, you’re still wet and that shirt is white,” Mary made a show of gagging and hiding her eyes.
“Cut it out.” Irene’s anger flashed as she pressed her bulging tits outward toward Mary, the thing fabric pressed tight and nearly see through with dampness revealing the twin cunts that had replaced her nipples during the experiment. “You really should be over this by now. A year! Damn it, we’ve been living together a year while they figure out what to do with us. It’s about time we damned well figure out how to accept each other’s fucking freaky changes. We’re all horny, we’re all tired of being cooped up in here, and we’re all damned well sick of each other, but we really don’t have any choice about it do we?”
“No, not really.” Mary said somewhat meekly as she realized the other three were equally tired of the whole thing too.
“So, are you done with the morality policing about our changes? I’m sick of it. I just want something to eat, and a night where we don’t end up sniping at each other all evening.” Irene’s face was almost red now, her breasts heaved, resulting in the strange look of her nipple cunts flexing with each breath under the thin shirt. “Um, the pasta is done.” Becky called, somewhat quietly from the kitchen.
“Good, I’m famished.” Priya started to rise slowly from the couch, trying hard not to trip on the curtains of inner labia that dangled like long drapes from her massively enlarged cunt to the floor. She shuddered slightly as they began to drag behind her across the carpet, sending ripples of pleasure through her sensitive body.
“I’m sorry.” Mary said, quietly.
Irene gave her a quick side hug as they moved to the table. “Look, it’s okay, I’m sorry popped off like that, but damn it we’re all really frustrated. Dildos and vibrators only do so much when your libido is cranked to eleven, and it’s worse that we really can’t go out and get any because they’ve got us trapped in this place.”
“More like a hundred,” Priya said as she settled into her seat at the table, still shaking slightly from the short walk.
“I’d just settle for not having perpetual wedgies from my shirts. Besides it’s not like Priya and I are going to find any guys that can satisfy us anyway.” Becky bemoaned as she gave up the pretense and fished her shirt out from between the cleft that ran from her breasts to her crotch again, shuddering just a bit as she had to pull back one side of the giant lips to release the shirt again.
Priya nodded. “I have half a mind to see how that cement parking column fits. At least it’d be good girth and it won’t go soft on me.” This elicited a roar of laughter from the others.
“Save me a spot on that column’s dance list too.” Becky said, as she tried to stop laughing. “I’d be terrified to go with a real guy now anyway, since If I queefed I might blow him to Oz and never see him again.” “At least you’re only stuck with one.” Mary commented sullenly. “I’m on the rag three times as long. How I managed to get three cunts and they won’t sync up for periods is beyond me.”
“You really wouldn’t want that anyway,” Irene observed. “Three times the cramps in one day? No thank you. I’m just glad neither of my titties bleed post change. Small favors for losing my nipples.”
“So, what are we going to do about all this?” Priya asked as she spooned food onto her plate. “It’s been a year and we’re all super pent up.”
“Orgy?” Quipped Irene.
“I’m not sure if you’re joking or not.” Mary commented.
“I’m not really sure either. My mind is consumed by the idea of sex, so… maybe? I don’t know.” Irene commented as she grabbed the pasta sauce.
“Well, I think that idea should be tabled,” Priya paused a moment, “at least for a while.”
“Alright then, what should we do about things, miss I have all the answers?” Irene said as she stuck her fork into her pasta.
“Hardly. If I had all the answers, I’d have a guy with a horse sized cock here with me and none of you.” Priya laughed, “But we do need to find a way to satisfy these urges. It’s not like the doctors are going to help. Last time we mentioned anything to them they wanted to run a bunch of weird tests. No matter how horny you are, being hooked up to a bunch of machines and stared at by people holding clipboards is just a mood killer.”
“I know, right?” Mary said as she wigged her broadened backside against the chair feeling her own needy loins. “Well, we need to do something before we all go crazy.” Becky commented as she stuffed another mouthful of pasta in, only to lose half of it on her shirt. “Shit.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, can’t you even eat without making a mess?” Irene reached over with a napkin and wiped the offending blotch of sauce off, causing Becky to blush red. “What?”
Becky turned a bit redder, “um, you’re touching my breast.”
“So?” Irene gave her a blank stare.
“It’s sensitive,” came the quiet response.
“Oh. Shit, sorry.” Irene’s hand jerked back.
Becky regained her composure a bit. “No, it’s okay, it was nice to feel another person’s touch again.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while.” Priya commented.
“So does that mean we’re back to the idea of an orgy?” Mary commented with a frown.
“No.” Becky said, perhaps a little too fast.
Priya laughed, “A good orgy needs some cock. Nice big veiny cock.”
“We’re kind of lacking on that right now, girl.” Irene chuckled wryly.
Priya’s eyes rolled upwards towards the ceiling, “Don’t remind me.”
“We’ll figure something out, but first can we finish dinner without someone orgasming at the table?” Mary looked pointedly at Becky who was running her fingers up and down the crease in her shirt that hid the monstrous vulva.
“Damn it, sorry, I just…” Becky sputtered, being caught out.
“Quit it, we’re all like this now, whether we like it or not. Just eat your spaghetti and then we can worry about other needs.” Irene stuffed another forkful in her mouth.
Mary snorted, “Last one done does dishes.”
“Last one to finish eating, or last one to orgasm?” Irene inquired, giving an arched eyebrow to the most normal looking of the three.
Mary tried to ignore the comment.
Irene just smiled and dug back into the bowl, while her foot snaked over and began rubbing the long silky flesh that pooled across the floor under Priya. Priya’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth as her eyes rolled slightly back and she sighed heavily, verging on a full out moan.
“Enough of that you two.” Mary just mouthed something and went back to eating. Every night, she thought, why did they have to go through this every single night.
Priya just gave Irene a sulky look as the foot was withdrawn and mouthed silently “You’d better finish what you started.”
Irene smiled and mouthed back “Later.” | yiff-extreme |
Title: House of Feathers Ch. 09: Midnight Cure
Tags: massage, erotic massage, handjob, masturbation, titty-fuck, oil
*This follows from the earlier stories in the series, but is intended to be read as a stand-alone work. It could equally well fit in a number of categories, but after finally getting the coin to land right, it's here. I hope you enjoy yourself.*
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I felt him shift again in the bed next to me. We had no clock in the room, but it felt like sometime after midnight.
"Can't sleep?" I whispered.
"Not a wink," he replied. "Don't know why."
I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes and rolled toward him. "Would a back rub help?"
"It's late," he said. "Go back to sleep."
"Like we have an early morning planned," I said. I slid out of bed, pulled in his wrist. "Come on."
He followed me down the hall. I motioned him up onto the massage table. He lay on it, face down. I patted his side and he lifted his stomach to allow me to slide a firm pillow under it, then relaxed.
I poured massage oil onto my hands, rubbed them together to warm it and then gently rubbed it over one foot and calf, then up his thigh. I repeated it with the other leg. I walked around to his feet and, spreading them apart, proceeded to massage them, digging thumbs and knuckles into his soles, more gently elsewhere.
He gave an appreciative sigh.
Applying more oil, I rubbed it onto and between his buttocks, kneading and rubbing them with thumbs and fingers. He sighed happily; the pleasure was not all one-way; a tight manbum is my Numero Uno turn-on. I poured oil onto his lower back and spread it around slowly with my forearms before moving up to his shoulders. I rubbed, my fingers sliding softly across, up and down, around his shoulder blades. He wasn't a massively muscled man - no narcissistic gym-rat, he - but he kept himself in shape and my fingers traced out the hills and valleys of his torso.
I clasped my hands together and, reinforced, pushed my elbow around his back. Moving around to the head of the table, I oiled and massaged his arms and neck.
I retraced my path down towards his feet. As my hands passed his backside, I reached in, grasped his flaccid penis and pulled it, stretching it down towards his feet. Its length trailed out between my oiled fingers and flopped back between his thighs. I carried on, moving downwards along his legs, gently stroking as I went.
I moved to his side and ran my hands firmly along each leg, starting at the buttock and moving all the way down to the toes. I reversed my stroke and gradually worked my way up again.
I ran my fingertips lightly down the inside of his legs, back to his feet. Taking his right foot in both hands, I ran oiled fingers along its length, pressing in on the sole, over and over. He sighed and seemed to melt just a little. Even in the middle of the night, it was a wonderful thing to be able to please somebody I loved that much.
And everybody likes a foot-rub.
Fingers never leaving his body, I trailed them up to his shoulders and again started working tension out of his back and neck. He sighed again.
I ran my hands down his back, moving them apart to move one on each cheek. My thumbs traced the insides of his thighs down to his knees. I turned my hands around to face each other, palms facing, and ran them slowly between his thighs up to his groin. His manhood lay limp on the towel, his testicle-filled sack resting on that, his left lower than his right. My hands separated, passed between them and his legs, palmed his parts.
I gently lifted his scrotum, stretching it upwards and holding his balls. I softly thumbed them and rolled them, then reached underneath to grasp his penis, squeezing and pulling it. His length slid under my oily hands; its head fell back to the towel as my fingers slipped off. Grasping both balls and meat in one hand, I gently pulled them away from his body. His manhood grew thicker. His boys bulged under his shaven skin and I rubbed my thumb between them, back and forth.
I grasped the base of his hardening manhood and ran the fingers of my other hand down the back of his scrotum. I held the precious sack tight with one hand while running my other around his manhood from base to tip over and over, then, releasing his bag, switched to both hands repeating the same path, one after the other.
His legs twitched. I left his penis and slowly ran my thumbs over his inner thighs, up between his cheeks and onto his lower back, my thumbs probing gently into his pucker as they passed. I continued my stoke out of his crack, down his hips and then back along his legs to his feet before returning to his groin, fingers moving along the inside of his legs.
His cock was now pressed hard into the towel. Oiling my hands again, I took it in both palms and firmly but slowly, slowly began to massage that über-sensitive triangle beneath the head with my thumbs. He groaned in appreciation. Continuing this long enough would bring a thunderous orgasm, but I shifted to simply running my fingers between his shaft and the towel before softly polishing the head with my fingertips for a minute.
His penis twitched as I gently stroked his slit with a fingertip. I was always amazed at how much pleasure I could give, the power I had over him.
I held his shaved scrotum away from his penis with one hand and used the stiff fingertips of the other to deeply massage the tissue between scrotum and anus, pressing though it onto his prostate. The root of his cock throbbed under my probing fingers. I grasped the end and twisted my hand as if unscrewing a bottle-cap. It surged under my hand. I grasped its base and squeezed firmly. It grew still harder and began to turn a deeper shade of red.
I let his hardness press back onto the table and returned to massaging his back, then his arms and finally returned again to his feet.
I went around to the other end of the table and patted his arm. "Roll over, hon."
When he settled in, I began to massage his face, cheekbones and forehead, pressing firmly into his forehead just above his eyebrows.
From there, I walked down to the foot of the table, running my hands down his body, over his rampant erection and again began moving a gentle massage of his feet. Each hand slid up a leg, over his balls and the underside of his phallus before returning to his foot via his side and restarting in a continuous motion.
His eyes were closed and his breathing deep.
Stepping around to his side, I started moving my hands further and further towards his head, along his torso, brushing his manhood with the sides of my hands as they passed. I moved to the head of the table and continued my strokes, extending them to his neck and shoulders. I grasped his neck above his jaw and leaned backward, stretching his neck and spine three times, then gently massaged his ears.
As I reached down to run my hands over his chest, down to his navel, my breasts brushed across each side of his face. As I pulled back, I could see him smile and I moved one boob to his mouth. Pleasure surged through me as his lips caught my nipple.
My oiled hands started running up from below his scrotum, along the underside of his now-glistening cock, over his bare pubis, then down his hips to start again. His abs glistened in the candlelight.
Moving to his side, I rubbed one hand across his chest from nipple to nipple, while at the same time fondling his testicles. I rolled them between fingers and thumb, stretched their fleshy container and squeezed them ever so gently.
I shifted my grip and, holding his nutsack firmly with one hand, grasped the base of his cock with the other, slowly and firmly sliding it up its length. The oiled skin flowed beneath my hand. My hand slid off the end and I began again.
Such a complex, wonderful thing a man's penis is. Such smooth skin, capable of flowing so smoothly over such a solid core. How pleasing - both ways.
Holding it upright with my hand at its base, I used my other hand to spiral up along and over its upper shaft and head, then slowly traced around its swollen head with one fingertip. Around and around and around. His hardness pulsed under my hand. Repeat, pulling his balls gently away from his body.
Pouring more oil on his swollen head, I touched thumb to middle finger and ran my circled digits from head to root, following it with the other hand, then the first. He breathed deeply. After half a dozen strokes, I reversed direction, running from base to slit.
Pressing his cock against his abdomen, I ran my palms firmly from balls to tip, pressing down firmly. After a while, I switched to doing the same thing with the lightest of fingertip strokes, trickling off his balls onto his inner thighs.
Holding it upright again, I pressed my thumb and fingers into a cup and spun it back and forth around the rim of his head like I was juicing a lemon, then pulled it off the head tip again and again.
He sighed deeply. His thighs tightened, then relaxed. Wrapping both hands on his shaft, one above the other, I squeezed with first one hand, then the other, again and again.
I went back to pulling my fingertips off the rim of his head, but started softly pumping his shaft with my other hand. I could feel blood throbbing under his skin; his veins were blue and pulsing. Continuing to pump, I took my other off his head and began massaging behind his scrotum, pushing deep into the buried base of his cock.
Stepping to the other side of the table, I put my palms together as if praying and ran the tunnel thus formed up and down his cock, thumbs running up and down the underside. He moaned in appreciation.
Holding his Boys tight with one hand, I spiraled down the shaft with the other, as if screwing in a large bolt. Switching, I returned to running my hands, one after the other, up his cock for six strokes, then down for the next six, then again and again.
I got up on the table between his knees and, making a cage of interlaced fingers, slowly but firmly stroked his hardness from tip to bag, then again. And again. He moaned again, softly. His bum came briefly off the table before subsiding; I could see him trying to relax.
I rubbed oil on my forearms. Crossing them, I moved them up over his shaft, pressing it against his stomach. When I slid off, I uncrossed them and gently dragged fingernails down his length, around his balls and down his thighs. And again.
I dipped my hand in the oil and massaged it onto and between my breasts. His eyes flickered open and I smiled, rolling my erect nipples between my thumbs and fingers for his benefit. (Well, mainly...) He smiled softly.
"I love you," he whispered.
I leaned down and encased his length with womanflesh. I leaned forward and the Girls slid slowly back and forth over his hard member. I could feel his head move between them. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself, hoping that he was enjoying it as much as I was. I pulled back and rubbed the underside of his cockhead on one nipple, then on the other. His thighs tensed.
I squeezed him, hard, then relaxed my hands. His thighs eased. I waited a bit, then got up and straddled him, rolling my pussy back and forth along his slippery manhood.
Moving back between his legs towards the foot of the table, I again worked his manhood with my breasts, back and forth.
*OK,* I thought, *he's pretty relaxed, in a Tantric sense. Time to put this horse in the stable.*
I began rolling his manhood between my hands like a bread roll, moving them up and down his length as they moved back and forth. After a few seconds, he started to breathe more rapidly, his stomach and chest moving in and out. The engorged helmet end of his penis pulsed. His thighs tensed again. I increased my speed, concentrating on the crown, and pushed my hands tighter together.
His jaw clenched as I redoubled my speed.
He went completely tense and, a second later, began to spurt. I grasped his cock head in both hands and gently massaged it, semen oozing from between my clasped fingers.
Orgasm ending, he slumped back and was almost instantly asleep. I held his still-stiff manhood for another minute, very gently stroking his shaft, caressing his balls with light fingertips.
Smiling to myself, I released him, went to the sink and washed my hands. I wet a washcloth with warm water and soap. Returning, I gently washed off his face, then dried it. I moved down his body, rinsing out the washcloth as required and drying each bit as I went. When I finished washing his front, I covered him with large towel. He wasn't a man who thrashed about in his sleep; I could expect to find him in exactly the same position in the morning.
Before I left the room, I again gave him a short, very gentle slow foot massage. He snored quietly and smiled in his sleep.
Everybody loves a foot rub.
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Title: Kira & Kane 1 - ein außergewöhnlicher Abend by Fenris_Lonewolf
Tags: Abuse, Anal, Canine, Domination/Submission, Feline, German Language, M/M, Rape, Violence
hier mal die etwas überarbeitete fassung vom ersten Kapitel Kira&Kane... ;)
Zögerlich zog Kira seine Jacke aus und folgte seinem Gastgeber in den Wohnungsflur. Er war zu Gast bei einem Fremden und wusste nicht mal was ihn erwartete...
Er hatte den Fremden vor etwa zwei Stunden in einer Kneipe in der Innenstadt kennen gelernt und hatte sofort bemerkt, dass dieser Fremde etwas besonderes war. Kira hatte, einsam wie immer, an der Bar gesessen und seinen Drink runtergespült. Schon nach kurzer Zeit war ein stattlicher Anthro Fuchs in die Kneipe gekommen und sofort hatten sich die Blicke der Beiden getroffen.
Kira, der sehr schüchtern war, hatte sofort seinen Blick abgewandt und starr auf seinen Drink geschaut sodass er nicht bemerkt hatte dass der Fremde sich neben ihm niedergelassen hatte. „Was macht denn so ein hübscher Kater ganz allein in so einer Kneipe?"
Danach war alles schnell gegangen. Die Beiden waren ins Gespräch gekommen und hatten sich über alle möglichen Themen unterhalten. Als sie zum Thema Sex gekommen waren hatte der Fremde Fuchs namens Kane sehr schnell Kiras devote Art bemerkt und immer wieder darauf angespielt.
Einem Treffen am gleichen Abend hatte Kira nur zögerlich zugesagt, obwohl Kane doch recht gut aussah und es ihm gefiel dass er wohl eine recht dominante Art hatte. Und so war er in dieser ihm doch recht unangenehmen Situation gelandet.
„Schön dass du wirklich aufgetaucht bist! Mach's dir doch schonmal im Wohnzimmer gemütlich, ich hole nur schnell etwas zu trinken."
Kira tat wie ihm gesagt wurde und ließ sich auf dem bequemen Ledersofa nieder. Gespannt schaute er sich in dem großen Zimmer um und bemerkte, dass alles hier recht teuer aussah. Das Sofa stand etwa drei Meter vom Fernseher entfernt, der sich in einer einfachen, aber eleganten, schwarzen Schrankwand befand. Die Wände des Zimmers waren weiß gestrichen und überall an den Wänden hingen teuer aussehende Gemälde. An einer Wand konnte er sogar die „Fura Lisa" erkennen, ein unbezahlbares Gemälde. Die Möbel in diesem Zimmer waren allesamt recht dunkel gehalten, was dem ganzen Raum einen sehr eleganten Eindruck verlieh. Kira war gerade noch dabei sich um zuschauen, als Kane den Raum betrat. Er war sehr gut angezogen, trug ein schwarzes Business Hemd und eine dazu passende Hose. Dass Hemd war oben ein Stück weit aufgeknöpft, sodass sein weißes Brustfell zu sehen war.
„Schaust du dir grad das Zimmer an?" Kira nickte kurz.
„War teurer als es aussieht, Kleiner. Lass dir davon keinen falschen Eindruck vermitteln, ich bin fast genauso arm wie die meisten anderen Leute." Kane grinste ihn freundlich an, doch Kira schüttelte grinsend den Kopf und zeigte auf das Gemälde der Fura Lisa. „Also DIE ist schon ziemlich teuer!" Daraufhin wurde der große Fuchs etwas verlegen. „Naja, ich bin schon etwas wohlhabender als ich gesagt hab. Ich wollte es nur nicht so direkt sagen weil ich etwas Angst hatte dass du mich für so einen reichen Schnösel halten könntest, der sich immer wieder irgendwelche Jungs zu sich holt..." Kane schaute auf den Boden, weil er sich ertappt fühlte. Kira grinste nur weiter. „Sei doch nicht gleich verlegen. Dann hast du halt mehr Geld als Andere, das bedeutet mir nichts."
Kane schaute den jungen Kater erleichtert an und lächelte.
„Du bist echt klasse, Kira." Daraufhin wurde Kira verlegen und schaute starr auf den Tisch vor sich. „das ist, was ich an ihm liebe", dachte sich der Fuchs. „Diese schüchterne Art ist so wundervoll..." Kane setzte sich nun neben Kira und bot ihm einen Schluck zu trinken an.
Kira war ganz überrascht als er bemerkte, was ihm der Fuchs da anbot.
„Das ist doch Absinth, oder?" Der Große lächelte und nickte.
„Probier doch mal, Kleiner. Am Anfang ist es etwas ungewohnt, doch du gewöhnst dich dran. Außerdem ist es ja auch nur ein Glas zum anstoßen."
Kira ließ sich darauf ein und nahm einen kleinen Schluck von dem Gebräu. Kaum hatte er den ersten Schluck genommen fing er wie verrückt an zu husten.
Der große Rote grinste nur frech und klopfte ihm auf den Rücken.
„Das ist normal am Anfang. Probiere es einfach nochmal dann wirst du schon sehen dass es besser wird."
Nach den nächsten Versuchen besserte es sich dann tatsächlich, doch das Glas war mittlerweile leer geworden. Kane legte einen Horrorfilm in den DVD Player und machte es sich dann wieder auf dem Sofa gemütlich. Schon zu Beginn des Filmes streichelte er dem jungen Kater immer wieder übers Bein und lächelte ihn an. Kira ließ ihn gewähren und gestand sich selbst schon ein, dass ihm diese Annäherung gefiel. Darum ließ er auch zu, dass er ihm den Nacken kraulte. Kira schnurrte sogar unbeabsichtigt, weil ihm das so sehr gefiel. Irgendwann konzentrierte sich niemand mehr auf den Film. Kane streichelte Kira immer eindringlicher, fuhr mit der Pfote sogar immer wieder an seinem Schritt entlang und tat dann so als ob es ein versehen gewesen wäre. Kira lächelte ihn dann immer wieder an und legte letztendlich seinen Kopf an die Schulter des großen Roten. Kane murrte zufrieden und legte einen Arm um Kiras Schulter. „Wollen wir vielleicht ins Schlafzimmer gehen, mein Kleiner?"
Der Kater atmete etwas schwerer und nickte dann. Irgendwie war ihm mulmig und er wusste noch nicht so recht, was ihn im Schlafzimmer erwarten würde. So ein perfekter Mann musste doch irgendwas haben, was die Anderen verschrecken könnte. Vielleicht ein SM-Studio....
Doch als Kane die Tür zum Schlafzimmer öffnete, erwartete den Kater ein normales, schick eingerichtetes Zimmer mit riesigem Bett.
„Das ist meine Spielwiese!", scherzte der Große.
Kira lächelte schüchtern und folgte ihm dann bis ans Bett.
Kane umarmte ihn fest und leckte ihm kurz übers Ohr.
„Darf ich dich ausziehen?" Der Kleine schreckte kurz etwas auf, flüsterte ihm dann jedoch zu: „Du darfst..."
Der Fuchs ging einen Schritt zurück und fuhr dann mit den Pfoten unter Kiras Shirt, welches er ihm dann über den Kopf zog. Anschließend ging die Hose des Kleinen zu Boden und auch die Unterwäsche blieb nicht lang an ihrem Platz.
Kane trat einen Schritt zurück und schaute den kleinen Kater eindringlich an.
Kira war mehr als zwei Köpfe kleiner als der Fuchs und sehr schlank. Er hatte hellbraunes Fell mit zahlreichen dunkleren Markierungen am ganzen Körper, die beinahe wie Tribals wirkten. Seine Augen waren ebenfalls von dunklen Markierungen umrahmt. Kanes Blick blieb einen Moment lang auf Kiras Felltasche gerichtet und er murrte zufrieden. Schnell streifte er seine eigenen Klamotten vom Körper und zog Kira mit sich aufs Bett, wobei Kira auf dem Großen landete und dort auch liegen blieb, weil er diese Position sehr gemütlich fand. Er schnurrte sanft vor sich hin, während Kane seine Arme um ihn legte und ihm kurze Küsse auf den Hals setzte.
Doch plötzlich packte er den Kater etwas fester und rollte sich so, dass Kira plötzlich unten lag. Kane stützte sich mit den Ellbogen auf dem Bett ab und verpasste ihm einen Kuss auf den Mund, den Kira gleich erwiderte und der sich zu einem innigen Zungenkuss entwickelte. Kane ließ seine Hand langsam zu Kiras Felltasche gleiten und begann, sie genüsslich zu reiben, worauf Dieser leise stöhnte. Doch er war vor Erregung und Scham wie gelähmt und konnte sich kaum rühren. Kane bemerkte diese verkrampfte Art sofort und flüsterte ihm erneut ins Ohr. „Keine Angst, mein Kleiner. Ich weiß dass du sowas nicht gewohnt bist. Ich werde dich ganz sanft behandeln und mich um dich kümmern. Du musst nichts weiter machen denn heute dreht sich alles nur um dich."
Er knabberte sanft an den kleinen Katzenohren. „Ich passe schon auf dich auf, mein kleiner Stubentiger."
Daraufhin entspannte sich der Kleine ein wenig und begann, diese Behandlung ein wenig mehr zu genießen. „Dreh dich bitte auf den Bauch, Süßer. Und leg dir bitte dieses Kissen unters Becken. Ich will dich ein wenig verwöhnen...."
Kira tat wie geheißen und legte sich mitsamt Kissen auf den Bauch. Er verschränkte die Arme vor sich und legte seinen Kopf darauf.
Er hätte dabei glatt einschlafen können, woran auch die Pfoten des Fuchses nichts änderten, die gerade anfingen sein Tail zu massieren.
Kira genoss diesen Umgang in vollen Zügen, wo er sich doch nie denken konnte, dass es sich so gut anfühlen konnte sich etwas fallen zu lassen.
Langsam wanderten die Pfoten weiter in Richtung seines Hinterns und begannen langsam, die knackigen Pobacken zu massieren. Kira seufzte erneut und schnurrte gleichzeitig, als sich die Pfoten immer weiter zu seinem Tailhole arbeiteten. Immer wieder ließ der Fuchs einen Finger über das Ziel seiner Begierde gleiten und murrte dabei immer wieder leise. Er sehnte sich nach diesem engen Liebestunnel und wollte im Moment nichts mehr, als tief darin zu versinken und sich gehen zu lassen. Sanft umfasste er die schlanke Hüfte des Katers und drückte ihm einen Kuss direkt auf die Rosette. Kira murrte laut auf vor Erregung, während Kane mit den Pfoten die Pobacken etwas spreizte und immer wieder über die kleine Rosette schleckte. Er musste immer wieder daran denken, wie geil es sich wohl anfühlen würde, dort drinnen zu sein. Er konnte die Enge darin schon erahnen und vermutete dass die Wahrheit seine Ahnung bei weitem übersteigen würde. Immer wieder fuhr seine Zunge darüber und verweilte nun immer länger genau in der Mitte, bis sie sich langsam hineinbohrte.
Kira stöhnte laut auf als er spürte, wie die Zunge sich ihren Weg nach Innen suchte. Er zitterte vor Erregung und presste seinen Kopf auf das Bettlaken. Er konnte fühlen, wie sich die Zunge in seinem Inneren bewegte und seine Innenwände stimulierte. Kane war nicht tief drin, reizte aber jeden Millimeter mit seiner Zunge aus, in dem er sich wild bewegte. Dann zog er sie langsam heraus und streichelte dem Kater sanft über den Rücken. „Hat dir das gefallen?"
Kira stöhnte nur auf und bestätigte damit die Frage.
„Das ist schön, mein kleiner Kater. Wenn du möchtest, würde ich jetzt gern meinen Finger in dich stecken. Ich möchte dich ein bisschen dehnen, Kleiner. Ich bin doch recht gut gebaut und ohne Vorbereitung würde ich dich bestimmt verletzen." Kira nickte ihm zu und ließ seinen Kopf wieder nach unten sinken. Dann spürte er auch schon den großen Finger an seiner Rosette, der sich langsam hineinbohrte. Kiras enger Schließmuskel ließ den Finger nur schwer eindringen, so eng war Kira noch gebaut. Doch Kane ließ nicht locker und führte ihn weiter ein. „Bei dir noch alles klar?"
„Ja, alles okay. Mach bitte weiter." Kira versuchte, seinen Schließmuskel zu entspannen und drückte im gleichen Zug wieder seinen Kopf nach unten. Dieser Finger war schon ein anderes Kaliber als eine Zunge. Kira erschrak etwas bei dem Gedanken, wie groß Kane wohl gebaut sei. Doch Kane bemerkte nichts von den Zweifeln, die den Kleinen beschäftigten. Er versenkte seinen Finger nun endgültig in dem kleinen Katerhintern. Dann bewegte er ihn immer wieder, ließ ihn erst hinaus gleiten, um ihn dann wieder einzuführen und bewegte ihn in Kiras Körper. Kane seufzte immer wieder erregt, hielt sich jedoch noch zurück obwohl ihm das noch schwerer fiel als vorher bei seiner Zungenarbeit. Nun setzte er schon den zweiten Finger an und führte Diesen gemeinsam mit dem Ersten ein. Kira stöhnte laut und verkrampfte sich etwas. „Entspann dich. Da musst du jetzt durch."
Kane wiederholte die vorangegangenen Aktionen erneut, doch diesmal mit zwei Fingern. Kira stöhnte lauter als zu Beginn, doch Kane machte sich nichts daraus. Er hatte mit seiner eigenen Erregung zu kämpfen, die langsam die Kontrolle übernahm. Kane zuckte kurz zurück und zog dann ruckartig seine Finger aus dem kleinen Körper, was für Kira recht unangenehm war. Kira drehte seinen Kopf so, dass er den großen Fuchs sehen konnte, der sich schnell hinter ihm in Position brachte. Dabei blieb Kira die Luft weg, denn er konnte einen Blick auf den großen Penis des Fuchses erhaschen, der riesig und steif von Dessen Körper Abstand. Kira keuchte vor Schreck. „H-hey" Was soll das?"
Doch es war schon zu spät. Mit einem Ruck versenkte der Große seinen steifen, steinharten Penis in dem kleinen Körper und weitete seine Rosette auf schmerzhafte Art und Weise so weit, wie sie nie zuvor gedehnt gewesen war.
Kira wimmerte und schrie, doch der große Fuchs war in einen Sexrausch verfallen, aus dem er nicht mehr erwachte. Bis zum Anschlag steckte er in dem kleinen Kater und dachte nicht daran, ihm eine Pause zu gönnen. Er arbeitete immer wieder in Kiras Körper hinein und nahm keine Rücksicht auf seinen Schützling. Kira blieben die Schmerzensschreie mittlerweile im Hals stecken und er wimmerte nur noch leise, während ihm die Tränen übers Gesicht liefen. Diese Schmerzen waren kaum auszuhalten.
Der große Fuchs bewegte sich immer noch mit voller Kraft, spürte jedoch seinen herannahenden Samenerguss. Er stöhnte lauter und lustvoller und kam immer noch nicht zur Besinnung. Doch dann, nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit, füllte sein weißer Nektar das Innere des kleinen Katers und linderte seine Schmerzen. Auch der Große kam nun langsam wieder zu sich und erkannte, was er angerichtet hatte. „Oh mein Gott! Kira! Was habe ich getan?" Kira lag immer noch wimmernd da, während der Penis des Fuchses langsam erschlaffte und aus dem geweitetem Hintern flutschte. Kira rührte sich nicht, nur das wimmern machte klar dass er noch bei Bewusstsein war. Zitternd lag er auf der Seite und starrte ins Leere.
Kane legte sich hinter ihn und wollte sich an ihn kuscheln, doch Kira schreckte auf. Kane umfasste seinen kleinen, geschundenen Körper und hielt ihn ganz fest, während er seinen Nacken küsste.
„Es tut mir Leid", flüsterte er traurig. „Ich wusste nicht, dass das passieren würde. Ich wollte dich nicht verletzen." Kira seufzte leise.
Kane streichelte ihm sanft über den Bauch und schmiegte sich an den Kater. „Es tut mir wirklich Leid. Ich will dich nicht verlieren." Kira, der sowieso kaum einen klaren Gedanken fassen konnte umfasste die Hand des Fuchses und streichelte sie zärtlich. Er war sich nicht sicher, wie er reagieren sollte. Kane hatte ihn sehr verletzt, doch er hatte sich in ihn verliebt...
Er umfasste die Hand seines geliebten Peinigers fester und flüsterte: „Halt mich fest, Kane....." | FSE |
Title: Meeting Master, Meeting Myself
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Before I met Master, my life involved very few connections or interactions with other people -- I lived almost completely in my head. I attended college and earned a degree; I worked hard at my chosen profession. I made and kept a small group of very close friends. I even maintained close family ties. But my true self was kept secret -- even from the public, conscious part of myself. As I grew older, my hidden desires and yearnings revealed themselves more and more, but only in my fantasies and dreams. Although my fascination with submission increased over time, it never went beyond reading books with a D/s theme. I never believed people actually had experiences like those in the books I read, yet my subconscious mind apparently was determined to find out and, if possible, to experience submission if a Dominant could be found.
While I was not aware of that determination in December 2007 and January 2008, it apparently led me to glance through Craigslist postings by men, seeking women for "casual encounters" in my area. When I found a Dominant's posting seeking submissive ladies with whom to have dinner and perhaps more, I was transfixed. It was the first time my conscious mind accepted the idea that D/s relationships existed outside of fiction. I read the posting several times before printing a copy. That night, and the next few nights, I re-read the posting just before turning out my bedside light and masturbating to orgasm. It is difficult to explain the emotional cocktail that the posting generated in me. I was excited to learn people were actually in D/s relationships, even in the "Bible belt" where I lived. I was scared knowing part of me had found an opportunity for expression, and wondering where I would end up by following that opportunity. I was anxious that my age, weight, and inexperience would cause the Dominant to reject me out of hand, but I understood very well that, if I did not at least try to explore this possibility, the pain of regret would far outweigh any disappointment and hurt I would feel if rejected.
Every night, sometimes more than once each night, I imagined hearing the words I had memorized from the posting. The language was formal, free of profanity, and that raised my comfort level. I tend toward formality in all my relationships, and appreciate clear borders and expectations in my dealings with other people. The straightforward, no nonsense tone of Dominance that flowed through the posting elicited the response in me that the posting anticipated. Yes, just as the posting said, reading the words that called me to serve and submit made my cunt lubricate, my nipples tighten, and my clitoris reach out for the slap of a hand or the stroke of a flogger. Despite my visceral and overwhelming response to the posting, I did not respond to it for several days.
I re-read the printed posting, but did not go back onto Craigslist for almost a week -- this was my first experience with Craigslist, and the concept that postings "expired" or were removed for whatever reasons was foreign to me. When my need to explore the reality of a lifestyle I previously had believed existed only in fantasy overwhelmed my fear of rejection and caution in dealing with a stranger, I finally tried to respond. Prepared to respond honestly and openly to the poster by expressing my submissive need for a Dominant, I accessed Craigslist, but the posting was missing. When I tried to e-mail the address on the printed posting, my message was rejected. I was desolate, but resigned -- my submissive self would continue unexpressed, a state of being the passage of years had made comfortable and secure.
Even with this disappointment, it was impossible to get the genie back into the bottle. The submissive nature that had previously existed in the background refused to retreat. When I continued searching Craigslist and then found a new posting very similar in content and tone to the posting that first caught my attention, I immediately responded, referencing the first posting that had caught my eye and expressing my relief that there was a new posting to replace the first one. After a few hours of anxious checking, I received the Dominant's reply to my response. I was astounded to learn, from the response, that my assumption that both postings were made by the same Dominant was incorrect. This was merely the first lesson I was to receive from this Dominant -- through the course of my service to the Dominant, I would learn that any and all assumptions on the part of the submissive about the Dominant were inappropriate, unfounded and nearly certain to be incorrect. My relief was so great at finding a posting from a Dominant that, other than apologizing for my error in assumption, the news that the Dominant with whom I was in contact was different than the one who had posted originally did not matter to me at all.
The Dominant explained that he required me to prove I was not sending a "canned" message designed to steer people to commercial websites. While I fully expected the Dominant to look at my photograph and reject me immediately, I sent the only digital photograph I had, with assurances that, although I had no experience in submission, my interest in it was completely real.
At the time, I did not realize that I was already experiencing submission. Looking back, I know that the heady sensations that accompanied following the Dominant's instructions, relinquishing control of the acquaintance to the Dominant, and assuming a verbal posture that reflected my interest in subordinating myself fully to a Dominant captivated and intrigued me. Each time I checked e-mail to see if there was a message from the Dominant, my connection to the Dominant, my acceptance of my need for service and submission grew. It may seem naive or stupid that I was so entranced with a man whom I had never met, nor even spoken to by telephone, and who might, in fact, be a complete fabrication. My submissive personality was so starved for expression and validation that none of that mattered.
I was surprised when the Dominant did not reject me after seeing my photograph, and I was thrilled to have a continuing opportunity to communicate with the Dominant through emails. All my e-mail to the Dominant was formal, respecting the Dominance and control the Dominant already wielded in my life. My reading had provided an understanding of the manner in which submissives properly addressed Dominants. More importantly, the submissive voice I used in communications with the Dominant felt "right" and proper. I was too caught up in the novelty and excitement of the experience to give much thought to that feeling, but now I know it was an expression of my submissive nature. My submissive nature was denied expression for so very long, but it never wavered or altered its essence. And when my submission finally was able to express itself fully, I was able to recognize the traces of it that had always been part of my personality and relationships with others. My submission had disguised itself with veils of politeness, consideration, and friendship. Many choices in the past were dictated by my submissive nature, my need to subordinate everything to my overwhelming need and desire to serve that extended even to strangers I met randomly as I went through life.
Each day brought a new message from the Dominant, posing a new test or instruction to reveal more of my submissive personality. Then the Dominant proposed that we meet in a public restaurant the following week. When the Dominant made the offer to meet with me, and limited the opportunity to a single week, I was faced with the first difficult hurdle of my beginning attempts at submission. That week could not have been more difficult for me if I had deliberately scheduled things to make meeting the Dominant as difficult as possible. Before receiving the Dominant's invitation, I had scheduled the closing on the purchase of my new home, a nephew's birthday party, an author's lecture, a trip out of town for the day for a funeral, moving my personal belongings and my four dogs into my new home, working a full-time job, and assisting my elderly parents, in whose home I had been living.
The week's schedule, with many pre-existing commitments, was not planned knowing the Dominant would enter my life that week. In retrospect, the hectic and challenging pace of appointments unrelated to submission or the Dominant was a good thing. I was too busy with other things to brood and worry about the possible meeting with the Dominant. I could not devote hours and hours to dwelling on my weight, my inexperience, and my anxiety about taking this first step into a new life. At that point in my life, and for years prior to that, I had a terrible tendency to brood, to pick apart plans and actions to the point of inactivity and inaction. It was typical that I would over-think choices and consequences to the exclusion of action.
Monday morning of "the" week, my real estate closing went off without a hitch, but my arrival at my office was delayed, so I stayed late that evening to put in a full day. As I was driving to my parents' house around 6:00 p.m., there was nothing more pressing on my mind than the prospect of yet another mind-numbing evening in front of the TV with my parents, although I did have the comfort of knowing that I would once again have the freedom of living in my own home before the end of the week. Although the concept of having an opportunity to begin a D/s relationship was exciting and challenging, it was merely a concept at that point. There was no way for it to be real to me then, since everything to do with living submission was unknown to me. With the press of planning the activities yet to come for the week, the relief of having the real estate closing behind me, and the excitement of making a home of my own, pushing thoughts of the Dominant out of my conscious mind was easier than it ever would be again.
Whilst I was making the 30-minute drive to my parents' house, I received a call. Since I was driving, I could not check the mobile phone to see who was calling, but I anticipated it to be my boss, since he called frequently. The deep, resonant male voice that responded to my "Hello" was utterly new, but its commanding tones were immediately recognized. Before the Dominant identified himself with his e-mail name, I already knew I was receiving my first telephone call from the Dominant. The Dominant's voice was entrancing to me; the voice was educated, articulate, and musical.
My breathing quickened and my cunt moistened when the Dominant asked if I was available. I eagerly said, "Yes," thinking the Dominant wanted to know if I could converse freely with him. When the Dominant made it clear that what he actually was inquiring was whether I was available to meet him for dinner at a local restaurant that night, I was conflicted. As much as I longed to have the opportunity to meet this man who had already impacted my life so dramatically, and who held the promise of offering me so much more knowledge about myself, the idea of having to deal with my mother, who would deeply resent my not being home for dinner and the evening, was daunting. One of the main characteristics of my life to that point had been conflict avoidance. As a submissive, it was easy for me to give up my position or desires to accommodate others, rather than to stand up for myself and take the anger and frustration of others in stride. At that point in my life, making other people happy was more important to me than being happy. In fact, it was impossible for me to be happy, knowing that I had made someone else unhappy in order to do what I wanted.
Sensing my indecision, the Dominant kindly offered to drive to the town in which I lived to meet me for dinner. The Dominant not only realized this would give me time to take care of my dogs and get to the restaurant without having to rush, but it reduced the time I would need to be away from home, making it easier for me to explain to my mother. The Dominant's consideration and my need to move into submission, made dealing with my mother's resentment a task I could manage. Although I expected the evening to be a one-off because of my weight and inexperience, but I could not forego the chance to move toward learning how to express my submission through service that would allow me to be who I truly always had been.
I knew the regret of missing the opportunity to meet the man who had captivated my imagination and energy so completely by means of e-mails, sight unseen, would last far longer than my mother's displeasure at my being out for the evening. So, despite the difficulties of dealing with my mother, I agreed to have dinner with the Dominant that night. Because the Dominant was unfamiliar with my town, he asked me to suggest a restaurant, and to estimate when I could arrive. The Dominant previously expressed his preferences regarding a submissive's clothing, so I explained I would not have time to change clothes before our meeting. I always had favored red and black, which the Dominant preferred; I had dressed professionally in those colors for my real estate closing that morning. It seemed fortuitous that the red and black outfit I wore included a pleated skirt as the Dominant preferred. In hindsight, I realize I already was beginning to express my submission to the Dominant, even though we had never met, and even though I had no idea when I selected the outfit that the Dominant would see it.
The Dominant graciously agreed to make allowances for my circumstances, and to meet me when and where I suggested. As I processed the reality of meeting the Dominant and dealing with my mother's objections, the Dominant added an instruction to be carried out before our meeting. The Dominant told me to pull my panties up tight into my cunt and into the crack of my ass! The standard submissive's response, "Yes, Sir," stood me in good stead at that point. I was completely taken aback, not only by the instruction itself, but by the fact that I was perfectly willing to comply with it. I now realize the Dominant gave the instruction as much as a test of my submissive nature as from any expectation that I would comply with it. Certainly, the Dominant learned more from that response than I allowed myself to appreciate and understand!
When I arrived home, I took care of my four dogs. Then I explained to my mother (a prison warden in a previous life) that I had to go out to take care of an errand, and I would get dinner whilst I was out on my errand. In the face of her disapproval and recitations of why I should not follow my plan, I merely left to go to my bathroom so that I could take care of my panties as instructed. I hated the disagreement and tension, but nothing was going to prevent me from meeting the Dominant. As I left the bathroom, a glance in the mirror showed me a woman whose excitement and anticipation made her nearly unrecognizable. The flush on my cheeks, the heightened breathing, and the faintest waft of sexual arousal marked me as a submissive who had found a Dominant she could hope to serve.
I had plenty of time to get to the restaurant, and I arrived well before the Dominant completed his drive of more than an hour to my town. Waiting for the Dominant was marked by a very uncharacteristic calm and acceptance that I had no control. I had done as instructed -- the unfamiliar press of my panties against my clitoris and my asshole was a constant reminder -- and I was aware and unconcerned about what would happen next, since it was not in my control. Of course I thought that the Dominant might not show up at all. I decided that I could cope with that rejection, providing yet acceptance that submission was integrating itself into my "real" life. I was beginning to relinquish a lifelong expression of a need to organize, control, and direct everything that touched my life, key to assuming a submissive posture in any area of my life. Once I made my peace with the possibility of being stood up, I waited quietly, calmly, and patiently. Although I usually required a book or other anodyne to pass time spent waiting, my time awaiting the arrival of the Dominant passed with unusual quietness, calm, and an overwhelming feeling of correctness. This persisted even though the Dominant's arrival was delayed well beyond the agreed-upon time for our meeting.
As I waited, I looked out over the restaurant's parking lot. When I noticed a car pulling in past the doorway, and then reversing into a parking space, my attention was caught since cars normally just pull head-on into spaces to park. When a man, talking on a mobile telephone, got out of the car and walked toward the restaurant, I recognized the Dominant. The Dominant was not wearing the jacket he said he would wear -- instead, he wore a white tennis sweater that was much too large for his body, but the Dominant's posture -- the way in which the Dominant held himself -- made it clear to me that the Dominant with whom I was to be privileged to share a meal had arrived. I continued to sit quietly, eyes downcast, whilst the Dominant completed his telephone call. When the Dominant looked at me, the rush of sexual excitement and anticipation -- the sense of standing on the precipice between all that preceded this meeting and the entire future stretching out before me was acute. My senses went onto full alert, cataloging the smell of the Dominant's cologne, the sound of his shoes as his feet shifted, and the expression on his face. I knew without doubt that this was the Dominant I was waiting and had been waiting to meet. Everything submissive within me that had been dormant for so long surged into complete wakefulness and attention, stretching its wings after decades in the coffin-like chrysalis of convention and insecurity.
After entering the restaurant and being shown to a table, the Dominant and I exchanged social pleasantries, and then opened some personal topics, including some health issues that would impact our dinner choices. Our conversation took off, making it clear that, beyond the visceral attraction of that Dominant for this submissive, this man had the additional attractions of being intelligent, quick witted, internationally traveled, and interesting on many different levels. Many topics were touched on and discussed at dinner, and the time at our table seemed very short indeed.
All too quickly, dinner drew to a close; dishes were removed, and bills were requested. In the silence at our table after the server left us, the Dominant leaned over to me and quietly said, "I would like for you to go to the ladies' room, remove your panties, and bring them to me." Once again, I had not anticipated the instruction. Yet, as with the Dominant's earlier instruction about my panties, my response was immediate. I immediately left the table (leaving my purse behind in the Dominant's safe keeping), and went to the Ladies' Room. I have no recollection of the brief period from when I heard the instruction to when I returned to the table. I know that I went into a stall, removed my heels and then took off my pantyhose and panties. I folded the large, white cotton panties and put them in the pocket of my jacket. Then I put my pantyhose back on, and put my heels on before leaving the locked stall to return to the Dominant's table. I was operating on auto-pilot -- unable to deny either the Dominant's instruction or my need to comply with it. It would be easy to construct an emotional response to the instruction and my compliance with it as I look back over the months I have served the Dominant, but it would not be honest. In truth, I had no emotional response, merely an innate and irresistible impulse to do as the Dominant requested.
When I returned to the table, my panties were still in my jacket pocket. The Dominant quietly asked, "Did you do as asked?" and I responded with a nod, still operating on blind instinct and trust. The Dominant explained that, despite his e-mails insisting that we each pay for our own meal to avoid any sense of entitlement or obligation, the Dominant paid for my meal, then the Dominant asked if I was ready to leave. Outside, we stood near my car, which was parked immediately in front of the restaurant's entry door, an area that was very well lit.
The Dominant asked me to give him my panties, holding out his hand as he asked, already knowing that I would not demur. I handed the Dominant my plus-sized white cotton panties, and the Dominant asked if the crotch was wet. I quietly responded, "Yes, Sir," although he was already holding the panties at arms' length and sliding his fingers down into the crotch to test my answer. I did not understand then that one of the nuances of submission requires the submissive to verbalize and own her submission to the Dominant. I do remember that I stood proud and unconcerned about any passersby or what they might see. Even on that, my first experience of submissive expression, I already was wholly focused on the Dominant, anxious that I please him as much as my inexperience would allow.
Satisfied with my truthful answer, and recognizing that we were standing next to my car, the Dominant assisted me into my car, handed me back my panties, and thanked me for the evening. Just as the Dominant walked away to return to his car, before I put the key in the ignition, I received a call on my mobile telephone. My uncle was calling to update me on the arrangements for my aunt's funeral, which I would be attending later in the week. It was the first time I had spoken with him since her death, so I kept the car parked in order to see how he was doing and to express my own feelings of loss and grief. The conversation went on for some time as we remembered my beloved aunt, his wife of over 60 years, and discussed the three-hour drive I would be making to be with him to say "Goodbye" to her.
I was caught up in our conversation, so I was surprised when a tap came on the driver's window. The Dominant had delayed his departure to ensure that I was not having difficulty with my car, and I was struck, yet again, by the thoughtful courtesy the Dominant exhibited in everything he did. I explained to the Dominant that I was taking a call, but that all was well, and thanked him for his concern and, again, for dinner. After I concluded the call, and left the parking lot, I realized the Dominant had stayed in the parking lot until he saw me safely on my way home.
Before returning home, I had a brief stop to complete the errand that I had used as an excuse to be out for the evening. Even though my time in the store was brief, my awareness of walking around amongst strangers without my panties on was extreme. This was the first time I had ever been out in public without wearing panties. The feeling was new and unusual to say the least. That feeling was not based in any fear that anyone in the store knew I was without panties. Rather, my knowing it was more than enough to pique my excitement and increase the flow of my sexual fluids from my cunt down to my knees, soaking through the thin fabric of my pantyhose.
I do not recall making my way home. Once there, I cared for my dogs for the night, and went immediately to bed. When I was lying alone in the dark, my mind replayed the evening from beginning to end. The sexual juices that had begun filling and leaking from my cunt when I heard the Dominant's voice for the first time continued unabated, although my body began to relax for sleep. The sexual tension from spending time with someone so dynamic and exciting prompted me to masturbate to orgasm time after time that night. I woke the next morning as I fell asleep, my hand at my cunt, fingers buried between the lips and caressing my clitoris. I was more deeply at peace than ever before, having found a way in which to unite the various aspects of my personality at last.
And so it was that, on a January night more than a year ago, I first met the Dominant I now serve with great pride and much happiness. My year of service to that Dominant has been replete with achievements and failures, learning and forgetting, and highs and lows. I believe the Dominant I serve, the man who accorded me the privilege and honor his collar as a Christmas gift, and now, after a year of service, permits me to call him "Master," is the One toward whom my basic, truest self, my submissive personality had pulled me, like a compass finding its true north. I believe no other Dominant could give me the guidance, instruction, and purpose my submissive self missed and craved for so long before I had the great good fortune to find the Dominant's posting and the strength to respond, setting all this new life in motion.
The bedrock upon which my current existence is founded is that, by finding this Dominant who deserves and expects my best submission and service, I also have found my truest self, that from whom my lives as a professional, a creative being, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a niece, a cousin, an activist, and a friend spring. Knowing my true self illuminates those other selves, enhances them and their relationships with others, and improves all of my life in ways that I continue to discover. Gaining that knowledge through my continued service and submission to the Dominant I am fortunate and proud to serve enhances the submission I offer. Each particle of information I learn about myself expands my understanding and increases the variety and dimension of the acts of submission that I have available to offer up in service to the Dominant. As I improve my understanding of myself, I understand more about others. As I develop my skills in submission, I become a better friend and family member. My pride and self-assuredness that are enhanced by my service to the Dominant extend into my professional life and make me a better employee and a better professional in service to the firm's clients.
As the cliché says, "Every day, in every way, I am getting better and better" -- as long as I have the honor and privilege of serving my Master, that is true. My submission hones my skills and improves my understanding of myself, which provides a foundation for better and more empathetic understanding of others. The gifts of submission and service are many; there are many I have yet to achieve. But the greatest of these is self-awareness and the peace of knowing and loving and even liking the self I know myself to be. | literotica |
Title: Beetlesmith's
Tags: aphrodisiac
*I would like to thank the wonderful Bella Mariposa for helping me re-edit this first chapter. Fixing the many typos and grammatical errors in the original text was long overdue, and I apologize for the delay.*
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It was probably the first warm day of the spring, and it was a fine time to wander about the city streets and reinvigorate the soul after such a long, dreary winter. It was a usual routine of mine during lunch, or just after work, to take in the city sights, and just window shop, or, most particularly, to girl watch. Spring, a time when a young man's fancy turns to love, and all that sanctimony.
So it was that I happened down a narrow street not far from where I worked, looking for the unusual. It was one of the older streets in the city, lined on both sides by moderately sized buildings characterized by late-Victorian style architecture. It was very rare to find such structures still standing with our ever increasing urban renewal projects where stone and brick are always given way to steel and glass, and so I thought it would be interesting to explore the street further. Occupying the ground floor of one such building was a small antique and curio shop with the most peculiar name, Beetlesmith's. In the window was the usual display of old books, furniture, and other antique paraphernalia; nothing really out of the ordinary, but being adventurous this day I decided to take a closer look at the inside of Beetlesmith's.
A small bell jingled as I entered the store. The wares on the interior appeared as ordinary, at least in an antique sense, as those on display in the exterior. There were shelves filled with leather-bound books, interspersed furniture and paintings, ancient armory and firearms, some jewelry and other antique bric-a-brac. Nearly everything was covered with a fine dust, and permeated by the subtle aroma of tobacco smoke and wood mold. A short and portly man, with thinning hair and rounded spectacles that rested along the end of his nose, remained seated behind a large glass counter. He was thumbing through one of his many books, seemingly unaware of my presence.
I asked, "Are you the proprietor?"
"Forgive me, I didn't hear the bell," the small man said, as he waddled toward me, "Old age you know, first go the eyes and then the hearing. Bartholomew Beetlesmith, proprietor and owner. How may I help you?"
"Well Mr. Beetlesmith, I'm not sure, but I'm always on the lookout for anything unique and out of the ordinary."
Beetlesmith began rattling off various items he had in his possession: a first edition Tom Sawyer and Moby Dick signed by the respective authors, various late seventeenth century settees, numerous Grecian and Roman urns, Chinese vases, Italian tapestries, more books, early American colonial and Civil War muskets, bed warmers, swords, cameos, rings and bracelets, and on and on, ad infinitum. All of which I found to be of very little interest.
I finally had to stop the antique roll-call, "I'm sorry Mr. Beetlesmith, but nothing is really striking my fancy."
Beetlesmith stopped his inventory and scratched his chin, "Well sir, you are a hard sell." He paused for a moment as if in thought, then inquired, "May I assume that you are a worldly man?"
"Worldly?"
"Yes, are you given over to...oh, how shall I say it...are you inclined toward excessive ecclesiastical ruminations?"
I almost laughed at his purposeful covertness, "If you mean am I overtly religious: then no, I am not a particularly religious man."
His face brightened, "Well then, I may have just the thing for you. Please come with me."
Beetlesmith led me back to the counter where he had been seated when I first entered. From a shelf, he pulled out a small glass vial, which looked similar to those that would contain a very expensive perfume, but now held a purplish liquid. He held it forward so that I could take a closer look, but he would not allow me to touch.
My curiosity was piqued, "What is it?"
Leaning toward me, and in hushed tones so that not even the moldering books could hear, he said, "This, sir, is the world's most effective and powerful aphrodisiac."
I stepped back and laughed, "You guessed correctly Mr. B. that I am a worldly man, and as such please refrain from treating me like a rube. Really Mr. B., rhinoceros horn and Spanish fly? In the way you built up this item, with such theater and in such hushed tones, I had expected something less pedestrian and fraudulent than folklore and wives tales."
"Pardon me sir. It was not my intention to imply that you are a fool. You and I both know that the substances you mentioned are mere placebos, and cause no actual biochemical change in the subject. This, which I hold in my hand is...how would you say it...the genuine article. You see sir, in my younger days I was a chemist for one of the larger pharmaceutical companies, and quite good at my trade, if I do say so. Anyway, I came upon this formula and its effects, quite by accident. I won't bore you with the details, but over the years I have perfected its biochemical interactions. It is, and I say this in all modesty, one hundred percent effective on any and all subjects you desire to try it on."
"What is it then, something like Rohypnol?"
It was Mr. Beetlesmith's turn to project outrage, "Rohypnol! Please sir, Rohypnol is nothing but a knock-out potion used by pathetic, wannabe necrophiliacs. Anyone caught administering that drug should be beaten to an inch of their life and then forever banished from polite society." Beetlesmith calmed himself and smiled before continuing, "No sir, unlike Rohypnol, the person who ingests my elixir remains perfectly cognizant, and, in effect, becomes not only a willing participant, but an actual instigator in any...how should I say it...nocturnal activities you so desire."
Obviously, I was skeptical of his claims, but decided to humor him a bit further out of morbid curiosity, "Well how does it work if I may ask?"
"In short, the elixir works by greatly elevating the hormones that affect the libido, while simultaneously dampening those synaptic connections in the brain, specifically within and from the cerebral cortex that regulate the more moral and ethical tendencies of human nature. In layman's terms, the person under the effects of my elixir will experience overwhelming sexual desire while losing any normal inhibitions that could counteract those desires. I'm afraid I am not at liberty to say any more on the subject. Trade secrets you understand."
"Mr. B, please forgive my continued skepticism, but if this so called elixir did as you claim, then why not mass produce it and make a fortune?"
Beetlesmith smiled, "Believe me when I say that I have given considerable thought on that very subject, but over the years I have had many unpleasant run ins with the more pious members of society, as well as with members of certain women's groups. Needless to say I have learned to keep buyer transactions clandestine so to speak, and limit knowledge of my discovery to a small, yet distinguished Clientele such as yourself. Trust me sir, I have no want for money. I am doing quite well."
I was pondering Beetlesmith's words when I heard the entrance bell jungle, and in walked another potential customer. Beetlesmith recognized him immediately, "Ah Mr. Jasper, please come in, I have your order ready if you will just come back here with me." Beetlesmith turned back toward me, "Would you excuse me Mr...?"
"Henry, William Henry," I responded.
"I'll only be a moment, Mr. Henry."
As Beetlesmith waddled toward the back of the store, the newly arrived Mr. Jasper stood several paces from me, humming to himself. In looks, he was similar to Mr. Beetlesmith. In fact, they could have passed for brothers; diminutive, pudgy, and he wore thick glasses with heavy frames. The only real difference between the two was that Jasper appeared younger and sported a fuller head of hair, beard and mustache.
A few moments later, Beetlesmith came back with the man's order, which consisted of two vials of the purplish liquid that Beetlesmith had just been trying to sell me.
Jasper didn't take the vials right away, but looked at me sideways for a moment before Beetlesmith assured him of my trustworthiness, "Not to worry Mr. Jasper, I can vouch for Mr. Henry's character. In fact, with a little more prodding, I do believe he may become another of my valued customers."
With that, Mr. Jasper put the two vials in his pocket, and proceeded to slide a large roll of bills across the counter at Beetlesmith. Jasper went back to his humming, while Beetlesmith went about counting the large roll. I watched the whole spectacle with disbelief.
Finally, Beetlesmith counted the last of the bills and put the cash in a safe behind him, "Everything seems to be here, down to the last penny. See you in another month, Mr. Jasper?"
Jasper nodded his head in affirmation and turned to leave. Then, for a brief moment, he paused, smiled knowingly at me and winked, before continuing on his way.
What an odd little man. I watched him leave the store as Beetlesmith started to resume our previous conversation, "Now where were we Mr. Henry? Oh, that's right, mass production..."
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but didn't that Mr. Jasper character just buy the item in question?" Beetlesmith nodded, and then I asked, "Exactly how much do you charge?"
"A very reasonable rate, I assure you sir, one thousand dollars." He said it as if he were quoting me the price of a fast food hamburger. I stood there, mouth agape, as he tried to justify his price, "But for that thousand dollars you will be able to administer ten to twelve applications. If you look at it that way, the cost is rather inexpensive given the effectiveness of the product. A very good bargain; more bang for the buck, as it were." Beetlesmith laughed to himself over his double entendre.
"That's to be seen Mr. B, but you really can't expect me to shell out that much cash on nothing more than your word alone, and the allure and promise of what is really a fable, no matter how powerful or persuasive your word may be."
Beetlesmith pointed in the direction of the departed Mr. Jasper as proof of the validity of his claim. Having guessed this inference, I cut him to the quick, "Yes, I'm sure Mr. Jasper believes in the effectiveness of your elixir, as I'm sure there are many in the world that would pay just as high a price for rhinoceros horn, but each of their results, elixir and powdered horn alike, may just be as poor."
"You wound me Mr. Henry," Beetlesmith said with some incredulity, "But please, before you render your final decision about my elixir, allow me the chance to put forward my final offer." I nodded out my morbid curiosity so that Beetlesmith could conclude his pitch, "Now Mr. Henry, if I were proposing to sell you a car for what would be a large sum of money, I certainly wouldn't expect you to buy it sight unseen, or without, at least, taking it for a test drive? Of course I wouldn't. Nor would you purchase it without first kicking the tires and checking under the hood, so to speak."
I again nodded in agreement.
With that, Mr. Beetlesmith slid a small baggie across the counter. In it were two small tabs that looked remarkably similar to windowpane or blotter, drug paraphernalia that I had not seen since the days of my youth.
"What's this," I inquired, sarcastically, "Acid?"
Beetlesmith chuckled knowingly, "The delivery system is the same I suppose, but instead of acid, as you so descriptively put it, each tab is laced with a mere drop of my elixir. As to its application, administer one tab and one tab only per individual, either by allowing it to dissolve in their drink, or in their food. Hot fluids such as tea or coffee work the best. Now depending on the subject's body mass and metabolism, the effects of the elixir will start anywhere between fifteen and thirty minutes after ingesting, and will last, depending again on their body mass, etcetera, anywhere between three and five hours. If you are planning on participating directly, you should ingest a tab yourself; however, if you are content on just observing and...how shall I say it...directing the festivities, then it is not necessary for you to take one. Will two tabs be enough?"
"More than enough I should think," I said, still with some skepticism, and then added, "And at the end of it all, the subjects, as you call them, have no memory of the festivities, as you call it?"
Beetlesmith was surprised by my question, "You misunderstand me Mr. Henry, whoever ingests the elixir is always cognizant about what is happening, and as such, when the potion wears off they will have perfect recollection of the events. However, because there is no distortion of reality associated with the elixir, the person assumes it was a randy evening, and nothing more."
All of this was getting increasingly difficult to swallow, but I continued to ask questions anyway, "I have to ask, but what are the side effects?"
Beetlesmith shook his head, "No immediate side effects, except that the subject, or subjects, will remain somewhat groggy for about twelve hours after the elixir wears off."
"Groggy, you mean like a hangover?"
"Nothing quite so acute. It's more of a feeling one gets after a bad night's sleep, a pervasive feeling of listlessness, but these effects wear off quickly."
I was about to accept the baggie when Beetlesmith snapped his fingers, "Oh, before I forget, a word of warning, do not allow the subject to drink too much alcohol in conjunction with the elixir. The combination has a boomerang effect, and by too much, I mean more than five or six ounces. The effect is not particularly dangerous or harmful, but it is unpleasant for all those involved." I thought that was an odd statement but I let it pass so that Beetlesmith could conclude his instructions, "But no need to bother yourself with these particulars now, we can go over this information in more detail when you come back tomorrow to purchase a full vial."
I laughed mildly at his bravado, "You mean if I come back."
Beetlesmith acted like he hadn't heard my response, and checked his watch, "Oh look at the time. It's after closing." He placed the baggie with the two tabs in my hand, and walked me to the front of the store, "Just remember, Mr. Henry, tomorrow's a Saturday, and I close promptly at noon. Have a good evening, sir."
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Along the whole drive home I continued to have the same debate between whether or not Mr. Beetlesmith was either a certifiable loon, or a biochemical genius. Generally when things sound too good to be true, they usually are, too good *to be* true—which is another way of saying the whole thing *is* a fantasy. So I was leaning toward the former position.
The elixir was either a fabulous practical joke played on yours truly—but why go to all that trouble to fool a stranger you will never see again?—or it was real; or, at least, real enough to have someone pay a thousand dollars. That was my quandary: fabulous hoax or unbridled fact, and either possibility really didn't make any sense.
Oh, but this can't be true, aphrodisiacs are a myth, and no amount of slick salesmanship can change that fact. Still, from all I could tell, Mr. Beetlesmith seemed sincere—but so are a great many, successful con men.
Well, we shall see, because I had the perfect test subjects waiting for me at home.
The first subject was an obvious one, my wife Karen. Now that Karen and I have crept into middle age it has become obvious to both of us that our sex life isn't setting the world afire. We have fallen into a rut, which neither of us has really attempted to pull us out of. Now, I have suggested that we change up our sex life by introducing role playing or adult toys, but, for reasons known only to her, she has been reluctant to go in these directions. I think part of the problem lies in the fact that with middle age comes expanding middle girth. Both of us have been putting on the pounds, Karen more so than me, and I think this is affecting her psyche. She just doesn't see herself as desirable anymore, and probably thinks other people, including me, do not desire her as well. Nothing could be further from the truth. She is, for want of a better phrase, pleasantly plump, a condition I find very alluring. Her breasts are much bigger, full and firm, and her hips, although wider now, has a natural, seductive sway when she walks. Yes, even after twenty years of marriage, and ten more pounds added, I still thought Karen as hot. I've told her so, a number of times, and although she thanked me for the compliments, I don't think she really believed me. The mirror is telling her a different story.
The second subject for my little experiment is an even bigger enigma than Karen. Gloria Resik has been a friend of ours for almost as long as Karen and I have been married, and for the last few days has been visiting us from out of town. Gloria is a registered nurse, and manages the intensive care ward at one of the larger hospitals in her home city. Her drive to reach the pinnacle of her profession has probably contributed to her current marital state, which is single; and not just divorced single, or widowed single, but single-single, as in never really dated, single, an actual forty year old virgin, single. I asked Karen about this, and whether or not she thought Gloria was a lesbian, albeit a closeted one. Karen was positive, or as positive as one can be about another person, that Gloria was not a lesbian—which is still hard for me to believe—and that Gloria was, indeed, a virgin—which is even harder for me to believe.
Part of her problem is that Gloria tends to have the lethal combination of possessing both an overbearing personality that most men find off-putting, including myself at times, coupled with plain looks. She's not ugly, nor homely, just plain. She's a very plain Jane, and because of her personality, her looks never provided enough of an enticement to keep men attentive. There are also other problems with Gloria that stem from early childhood scars, but there's no point relaying them now. In our long discussions together, Karen came to the conclusion that Gloria just wasn't comfortable in her own skin, and because of that, she was never comfortable enough to get close to a man, or sexually close to anyone, for that matter.
There was the test, all laid out at home for me in happenstance, and no greater test could I even purposefully devise for Mr. Beetlesmith's elixir. Could his potion actually work in turning a wife, who was slowly creeping into sexual atrophy, if not downright frigidity, and a self-imposed celibate, into two, insatiable, seductive nymphomaniacs?
That was my plan anyway. For most of tonight I would just sit back, watch, and direct the potential passion play.
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By the time I reached the outskirts of my town, I had convinced myself that if Beetlesmith's elixir only delivered on a quarter of what was advertised, this would shape up into an exciting evening. I considered stopping by the local adult novelty store and pick up some props that my test subjects could use to enliven the evening more, but decided against it. There was no point in making myself out to be more of a chump than I would, if the elixir was a hoax.
I got home to find the house empty. Karen and Gloria must be out shopping. Instead of waiting for their arrival I decided to start dinner for the three of us, which was always a welcome gesture by Karen, and putting her into a more relaxed and generous mood.
It was only a short while before I heard the car pull into the garage. The two women entered the house with arms full of merchandise, bought during a daylong shopping spree.
"Oh, you're making dinner, how sweet," Karen said with surprise, and then added while batting her eyelids, "Notice anything different about me?"
This was a game Karen always played with me: guess what I just bought, and, by proxy, how much money I just spent, because I'm wearing it right now. Unfortunately for me, most everything she buys looks just like the stuff she already has, so guessing becomes an exercise in futility.
I kissed her, and correctly guessed this time, "It looks like you colored your hair."
"Ooh, he makes dinner and pays attention to detail, I'd keep him." Gloria was trying to be funny, but to anyone that didn't know her, that statement would have sounded condescending. It was one of the many reasons why she was still single. She looked over my shoulder at the top of the stove, while asking, "What are you making us, Will?"
"Nothing fancy, I'll broil some nice steaks with asparagus on the side, and if you're really nice maybe I'll add a little hollandaise sauce to the asparagus."
I continued to cook dinner while Karen modeled some of the newly purchased merchandise. The clothes Karen bought were nice, she always had good taste, but all I saw were dollar signs. Toward the end of Karen's fashion show, I asked Gloria, "So, what did you get?"
"I got a nice silky bathrobe, white with red roses on one side. It looks kind of oriental, like a kimono," said Gloria.
"Well try it on so we can see it," I asked with interest.
Gloria was taken aback by my request. I suspect it was rare when any man showed interest in her, so she really didn't know how to respond, and reluctantly said, "Okay, how about after dinner?"
The dinner I made must have been especially good, or else we were all famished because we ate in no time. It was zero hour, and time to test Mr. Beetlesmith's magic elixir.
I asked, as I cleared the dishes away, "How would you two like a cappuccino?"
Gloria was going to help, but I said I could handle the mess. Besides, I didn't want either of the two women in the kitchen while I was trying to put the tabs laced with the elixir into their coffees.
It took all of five minutes to prepare the coffee. I made them extra sweet and with lots of foam so that the beverage was more like a rich dessert. As intended, the two ladies drank their spiked coffees in less time than it took for me to make them.
After about five minutes both Karen and Gloria became noticeably flushed, and started to complain that it was getting warm in the house. Pleading ignorance, I said I had not noticed any change, but suggested it was most likely residual heat from the kitchen making its way into the dining area.
The change in the two women was slow yet constant. Besides the more observable physical change just noted, their whole emotional and mental demeanor was undergoing a similar metamorphosis. Their conversation, both in tone and manner, was becoming more boisterous, and laced with sexual innuendo and double entendre. This wasn't much different than some of their normal conversations when they were drinking a bit too much, but soon the innuendos turned into full-fledged raucous, verbal lasciviousness.
I also noticed that their verbal sexual sparring was making them sexually aroused, evidenced by their hardening nipples that protruded noticeably from their blouses, and by their wandering hands, constantly touching and adjusting their hair, face, and various articles of clothing. Frequently, when they did adjust their blouse or bra beneath, and I suspect this was all done subconsciously, their hands would sometimes linger at their breasts, where they would, at times, give themselves a brief, yet seductive caress.
I watched all this in wonderment. The amazing thing about all of this was that they had no apparent comprehension that their conversations, and indeed their whole physical appearance, was being transformed, minute by minute, into one of extreme sexual banter and seductive mannerisms.
I decided to push them further along the lewd road they were headed, and nonchalantly asked, "What's gotten into you ladies? It's sounding more like a guy's locker room in here by the minute."
Karen laughed, "I wouldn't mind some guys from the locker room getting into us."
Gloria quickly responded, "Yeah, about nine inches into us."
It was really a bad joke, but it sent the two of them into another bout of boisterous laughter. Finally Karen responded semi-seriously, "Oh, we're just in a good mood. I think your lovely dinner is what started it. Does our talk bother you?"
"Not at all, I'm enjoying it. I'll have to make dinner more often if the evening always turns out like this."
I continued to watch the two women laugh at their sly innuendos. It was about thirty minutes since the drug started to take effect, and I've started to get some impressions about how the elixir works. The effects of the drug didn't act like a catalyst per se. That is to say, if left on their own I don't think that Karen or Gloria would be driven along a straight line trajectory to the heights of sexual depravity. It seemed to me that the drug acted as a type of ratchet, where the subject would attain a certain level of sexual excitement, but would remain at that level until a more intense outside physical or mental stimuli ratcheted them to a higher level. In this case the outside stimulus was me and my suggestive questions and statements, but I suppose a group dynamic where each member would input their own wants and desires would have the same effect.
Karen was asking Gloria about some of the doctors she worked with, and if there were any she would like to date. 'Date,' was Karen's code for 'are there any you would like to fuck?' It was also Karen's way of coaxing Gloria out of her sexual shell.
I decided to break in again and ratchet the dynamic up a notch, "Gloria, I've always wanted to ask you if you ever encountered any funny business working in a hospital?"
"Funny business?" Gloria asked in a slightly embarrassed tone, guessing where I was taking the conversation.
"You know, walking in on hospital staff doing it, patients making plays at you, that sort of thing."
Karen chimed in, "Yeah Gloria, tell us about that guy who came in for tests, the one with the big shlong."
Gloria told of how some patients, when they are under sedation, sometimes get an erection. The hard-on would usually last for a little while, but then it goes flaccid once the patient's sedated mind wanders to a new thought. It's no big deal, she said, and happens a lot, and it always provides the nurses with a good laugh afterwards. One time, however, there was a guy who was undergoing a strenuous battery of tests. In these cases, they usually put the patient under to make things easier on them and the staff, and like clockwork, the guy got an erection. The only difference was that supposedly he was built like a horse, and was maintaining the erection throughout the duration of the tests, which lasted a few hours. His erection was so large that they couldn't slide him into the cat-scan without first taping the engorged muscle down to his leg.
Karen was hooting about the story, and teasing Gloria about having to work around the large cock, and I could see that Karen was visibly aroused, more so than I have seen in a long time. I suspect Gloria was also, although I couldn't read her moods as well as I could Karen's. Gloria finally ended her story, "Toward the end of the tests, some of the nurses took pictures."
I asked, "What about you? Did you take any keepsakes?"
Gloria looked embarrassed again, but denied taking any pictures. However, by her reaction to my question, I sensed that she had done something not quite ethical.
"You didn't take pictures, but you did something. Come on let's hear it," I urged, pushing her to a confession.
Gloria was visibly shaken and extremely embarrassed now. It was obvious she didn't want to admit to anything, but the effects of the elixir were forcing her toward full disclosure and truthfulness. She tried to fight the urge to admit to something wrong, and may have succeeded in keeping her secret, if it wasn't for the fact that Karen was pushing her equally as hard by tossing out various sexual scenarios.
"What did you do, Gloria, did you fuck his hard-on when you got him back to his room? I know you and one of the other nurses took turns doing the nasty. You fucked him blue, didn't you?"
Gloria looked at her, aghast, and loudly pronounced, "No!" She giggled almost like a little girl, and said, "Well, I didn't... you know what...and I'm sure you're disappointed, Karen. But I did...I did something else. Now promise me you won't say this to anyone, because I could get fired."
Karen asked, laughingly. "Gloria, you live in Colorado. How in hell will anyone else find out?"
"Okay, Okay, I'm just paranoid about this stuff. Anyway, when I wheeled him back to his room he was still out, but..." She paused for a moment as if in thought, then a large smile crossed her face, "God was he hard!" Gloria and Karen held each other's hands, and started to laugh at each other. It was a few moments before Gloria finally got the whole story out, "Anyway I pulled the sheet down and I touched it. I started to stroke it. Faster and faster...and it was like...it got even bigger."
Karen was in rapt attention, "Did you...you know...suck it?"
Gloria looked at Karen again with even more incongruity than before, and loudly pronounced, "No!" She then turned beet-red before continuing, "Christ Karen, what do you take me for? I just stroked it a little, and then I heard voices out in the hall so I quick put the sheet back over it and left the room."
Karen couldn't hide her disappointment, and said in a somewhat mocking tone, "That's so baby, Gloria. Ooh, it was hard and I touched it," then probably forgetting I was present, she added, "If it were me I would have stuck that big dick so far up my pussy my nose would bleed."
Gloria said, surprised, "Karen!" Then she nudged Karen with her elbow, while tilting her head toward me.
Karen got red in the face and put her hands over her mouth, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I forgot you were here."
I smiled at her, and said in a dry, unconcerned voice, "That's all right. If our roles were reversed, I probably would have said the same thing."
It was fairly obvious that both women were extremely aroused. Their breath was becoming labored, while beads of sweat were forming along their brow and down their cleavage. Karen continued to comment on the warmth that was now almost unbearable for the two of them.
"It is kind of warm in here," I said off-handedly, and then added, "Why don't you guys get more comfortable, and we'll continue our conversation in the living room. Besides Gloria, I want to see you in your new robe."
I put some music on and I sat on the couch as I waited for the two women. Karen came out first wearing a short Grecian robe that she liked to wear when she was horny. She also had a glass of wine.
I thought back to Mr. Beetlesmith's warning against mixing the elixir with alcohol, but remembered that it was in conjunction with six ounces, and not a glass, so I let it pass. Besides, what was I going to do, take it from her? She sat down next to me, her back leaning against me for support. I shifted around so that we were sitting lengthwise on the couch, with her sitting between my legs.
"I want to fuck tonight," she whispered.
I asked, coyly, "You do?" And how and where do you want it?"
"I don't care," she said with a bit of frustration, "Hard...anywhere. In the bed, outside, in the bath tub, I don't care."
Laughing at her misunderstanding, I clarified, "No, I meant where do you want my cock, or should I say how far up your ass do you want my cock?"
Karen got that fake surprised look on her face, the kind that said 'I'm going to look shocked that you said that, but really you're talking my language.' She smiled, looked around to see if Gloria had come out, and then whispered, "You have no idea how I want it, just wait till later and I'll show you."
I said, teasingly, "I don't know, Karen. I'm not sure if I'll be in the mood tonight. That 'nose bleed' comment kind of turned me off."
Now she really looked frustrated, "You're not going to make me beg, are you?"
"Oh, I think you'll be doing a lot more than begging before the evenings over, and you'll like it as well."
She laughed softly as she bit my ear lobe. I moved my hand between her legs, and she opened them wide for me. She still had her panties on, but I had no trouble feeling how warm and moist her groin was even through the fabric. I slipped my hand underneath them, and slid a finger down and along the lips of her vulva and into her opening. Karen moaned with delight, "Maybe we should just call it a night. I don't think I can wait any longer."
"No, we can wait. It would be rude to Gloria if we bagged on her now. Besides, I do want to see her bathrobe, but I'm wondering what's keeping her."
Karen giggled, "I think I know." At which point, Karen simulated masturbatory movements with her fingers above her crotch.
"You mean like this?" I said, taking my fingers out of her pussy to gently massage her clitoris.
The stimulation was quite ordinary; something meant to tease rather than to cause true arousal. Just a slow circular movement about her protruding button, but its effect took us both by surprise. I had no sooner stroked her clit a couple of times when Karen gave a loud but abrupt moan, which was followed by a visible shudder. I then felt warm fluid bathe my fingers, and saw a large patch of wetness spreading out across the crotch in her panties.
"Did you just come?"
"I told you I couldn't wait," Karen said, panting, "Jesus, fuck, that was the most incredible thing I ever felt. It just snuck up on me without warning. One second I'm just enjoying your attention and the next, open the fucking flood gates. You have the touch tonight, ba..." She looked down and noticed the large stain on her panties, "Oh crap, these were new."
"You're lucky my hand was in the way, I blocked most of it with my fingers."
It was at this point that Gloria finally joined us dressed in her new robe.
Usually, Karen was the paragon of modesty, and given the compromising position we were in with her full breasts almost spilling out the her robe, legs spread revealing a soaked groin, and with my hand down her panties, she would have immediately straightened herself up and closed her legs the second Gloria came into the room. This time she didn't. Gloria sized up the situation immediately, and was about to excuse herself thinking that Karen and I wanted to be alone, but I called her back, "Where are you going? I still haven't even seen your new robe."
Gloria appeared more than slightly embarrassed, "I don't know. I thought you guys wanted to be left alone."
I removed my hand from Karen's panties, but I purposefully left it resting on the inside of her thigh, saying, "I'm sorry Gloria that was rude of us. We didn't hear you coming."
"I wonder if she heard me coming," Karen said, laughingly, and not quietly, either.
Gloria said in mock embarrassment at Karen's overt slutiness, "Karen! Really, maybe I should leave you two alone."
"Stay! Please," I said firmly, but with slight humility in my voice so that it sounded more like a request rather than a command.
She was staring down at Karen's groin. She must see the large wet patch, and saw my hand caressing Karen's pussy before I removed it, and as she stood there staring at us, I cupped one of Karen's breasts and began to gently massage it. She knew what had happened, and knew what would happen again. Her moral instincts told her to leave the room, but something more basic, more animal, was causing her to stay. It didn't help that I was sending her mixed signals on purpose. Telling her to stay at the same time I was obviously feeling up my wife. This must be an experience that she rarely encountered, and I wanted to see what her reaction would be.
I knew that Karen was at the peak of sexual arousal. I could probably suggest any act my imagination could conjure and she would do it willingly, but I wasn't sure how far along Gloria was, or given her sexual naiveté, whether she could ever be pushed to the same level as Karen. My faith in Mr. Beetlesmith's elixir was not yet complete.
I complimented her, "I don't know what it is, but that robe really looks good on you. It fits you so well. Turn around."
Gloria slowly pirouetted, "I really like the feel of the material. Do you really think it looks good on me?"
"Absolutely," Karen and I said in unison. Then I added, "I really like how the front conforms so well to your breasts, and accentuates your cleavage."
Normally, upon hearing that she was exposing too much skin, Gloria would quickly cover herself, but her reaction was just the opposite. She deliberately pulled her robe open a bit further. Then sliding it a bit off her shoulders, she leaned forward so that her breasts almost spilled out of their covering, she asked, "You mean like this?"
Karen giggled and elbowed me at the same time, "God, Gloria, cover up a bit, Will's hard-on is poking me in the back."
This was also something new for Gloria, a man who complimented her, found her alluring, and who was sexually aroused by her looks. She stood staring at the two of us not sure what to do or how to respond.
"Why don't you sit down on the couch with us," I said.
She took a seat at the opposite end of the couch, and sat facing us.
I said to Karen, "Why don't you be a good hostess and get our guest a glass of wine."
Reluctantly, Karen got off the couch, and said in a tone half joking, yet half serious, "Now you two keep your hands off each other, at least until I get back."
Gloria laughed nervously at Karen's statement, but she stopped herself when she noticed the obvious bulge in my pants. She sat there staring for a long while, oblivious to the fact that I was intently watching her expression. I could see that the wheels were turning in her mind. She was deep inside a conscience fantasy, and there was a lean, hungry look on her face that I often saw in Karen. Occasionally, she would part her lips slightly and wet them quickly with her tongue, before falling deeper into her sexual trance. I thought that maybe, just maybe, she was going to ask me to pull it out and let her have her way with it, but that was probably wishful thinking on my part.
"A penny for your thoughts," I asked, finally.
She snapped out of her trance, "I'm sorry, I was daydreaming," she said, embarrassed.
Karen came back and handed Gloria a glass of wine, "What did I miss?"
"I could be wrong, but I think Gloria was dreaming about that patient of hers."
Karen asked, jokingly, "Is that true, were you dreaming about Mr. Big?"
Gloria took a large gulp of wine before answering. She seemed a bit perturbed that Karen and I kept goading her into areas that she really didn't want to go.
"No, I wasn't thinking of Mr. Big," she said in a mocking voice, mimicking Karen's. Then with a candor I rarely seen her exhibit, she said, "But if you must know, I was thinking that I'm really aroused. I mean I'm really fucking horny. I don't know if it was the dinner, or us talking about guy stuff, or the story about Mr. Big, but I've never felt this horny before. So anyway, when you got up to get my wine, I got a nice long look at Will's..." She hesitated a bit, trying to come up with a polite way to say it, but failing that she blurted out, "A really nice, long look at the big freaking bulge in Will's pants."
Karen turned with mouth open and looked at me for confirmation. Obviously, she never heard Gloria this open before. So I said, "Yeah, she was staring at it the whole time you were gone. I hated to break her out of her daydream, because I found it flattering and kinda sweet."
"You would," Karen responded, sarcastically, and then asked Gloria, "So what did you think?"
Gloria looked shocked, but at the same time aroused that the guy's wife, no matter how great and longstanding the friendship, was asking for details of her lustful, albeit mental, transgression.
However, I saw something else in Gloria's eyes, something deeper inside her, besides the false shock and chaste lust, there was malice. I don't think Karen picked up on it or else she wouldn't have kept asking her questions, but the malice was there, boiling just below the surface, and Karen's constant prodding's were starting to bring it out.
Karen kept staring at her with rapt attention, like a cat staring at a caged bird. She wanted an answer from Gloria, and she wanted it now.
Gloria took another long draw from her wine before she let loose, "Alright, you want to know what I thought? I'll tell you, but don't get pissed at me because you asked. I'm staring at his bulge, and I'm thinking here's my friend who I've known for years, husband to my most dearest friend in the world, and he's got this... this boner, and I gave it to him. Me! Plain ol' Gloria. The one no one wants to lay gave Will a 'stiffy,' just because I showed him a little cleavage."
Karen then crossed the proverbial bridge that was too far, when she mockingly tried to correct Gloria's verbiage, "Gloria, no one calls it a stiff..."
Gloria exploded, cutting Karen off at mid-sentence, "Oh shut the fuck up. I don't give a crap what you call it, you anal retentive bitch!"
To say she was angry was an understatement. Karen just sat there in stunned silence. I'm not sure why Gloria was mad, but Beetlesmith's warning about combining the two drugs sprang to mind. If Gloria's rage and overreaction was caused by just one glass of wine, then what would ingesting six ounces with the elixir do? The thought set a brief shudder down my spine.
In any event, twenty years or more of Gloria's sexual frustration began to boil over and spill out right in front of us, "And you know what I wanted for him to do? I wanted him to unzip his fly, pull out that fat cock, and push it into me. Into my pussy, into my mouth, I wouldn't care because I want his cock badly, and because I know damn well he's not getting any of that from you. That's right I said it out loud for Will to hear, because you don't have the guts. Go ahead and tell him about these little fuck games you play just because you think he's not paying enough attention to you." She paused for a moment daring Karen to defend herself. When she saw that Karen wasn't going to respond, she continued in a mocking, sarcastic tone, "Aw poor Karen, buys some new clothes, or gets her hair done, and Will doesn't even notice. No nookie for him tonight. Try it from my end sometimes if you think you're not getting enough attention, bitch. Do you have any goddamn idea what it's like to know no one wants you, or gives a fuck about you?"
"Gloria, Will and I care..." Karen started, trying to soothe her, but Gloria wasn't having any of it.
"I don't mean friends. I know you care, but I'm talking about something more intimate." Gloria started to cool down and laughed sardonically to herself, "That's the irony, Karen, you got it all. The great house, the great life, and it's all provided to you by a great husband, and I wanted a little taste of it. I wanted to feel what it was like to have someone who gave a shit about me, but most of all I liked feeling desirable and being desired. I wanted to know what it was like to have someone who loves me, want to fuck me."
Gloria started to cry. The full weight of her overwrought outburst started to hit home and she felt shame. She slumped forward into Karen's arms, "I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. I didn't mean to call you a bitch."
I sat back and thought that the evening was over. The tears were out, and the rest of the evening will be spent soothing egos and mollifying sorrow.
Note to self: no more alcohol the next time you use the elixir. Well, live and learn, I guess.
Karen was in full maternal mode, and hushed Gloria while patting her on the back. Gloria just kept repeating, 'I'm sorry,' over and over again as Karen rocked her in her arms saying, 'it was okay, and that she deserved the scolding because she really was acting the bitch.'
This went on for some time, and I was about give up on the whole evening when Gloria did something quite unexpected. As Karen continued to comfort her, Gloria looked up at me and smiled saying, "I sorry I was so stupid, can you forgive me, too?"
I smiled back at her and nodded, and was about to say something witty when Gloria leaned forward and kissed me.
It was a friendly kiss at first, almost sisterly, a soft brush of the lips without any clasping or grasping of hands to body. But she refused to release me, and began to press harder into me. Then, ever so gently and without hesitation she slid her tongue into my mouth.
I was surprised at first, and was expecting some type of condemnation from Karen, who must be aware of Gloria's forwardness given that she was trapped between us, but no rebuke was forthcoming. As Gloria continued to probe my mouth I shot a quick glance down at Karen and saw the reason for her indifference, Karen was gently and seductively fondling Gloria's breasts.
I don't know what possessed Karen to initiate the sexual overture. I suspect that when Gloria leaned forward to kiss me, her tits inadvertently ended up in Karen's face, who found them too tempting to refuse. In any event, once the metaphorical ethical brakes had come off, any remaining moral reluctance against their intimacy quickly evaporated. From then on, Gloria and Karen explored each other with complete, unbridled passion and with a complete lack of inhibition.
Gloria continued to hold onto my lips with her own as Karen played with both of her breasts. I guided Gloria's hand down to Karen's pussy. Gloria fumbled a bit with Karen's panties before I heard a sharp rip as she tried to remove them.
"Well, they were new," Karen said, giggling.
"I'm sorry, Karen. I'll buy you another pair," was Gloria's sheepish reply.
"Oh, you owe me more than a pair of new panties," Karen said, in the voice of a reprimanding parent. With that, she pushed Gloria's head between her legs, and instructed, "Naughty girl has to eat my pussy."
Gloria didn't hesitate, and lunged into Karen's moist, warm pussy with full vigor.
Karen reacted immediately to Gloria's tongue with a sharp intake of air through parted lips, a closing of her eyes, and a noticeable arching of her back, forcing her pelvis even closer and harder into Gloria's mouth. Clutching Gloria's head firmly with her hands, Karen continued to forcefully move Gloria's head about, grinding her firmly into her pussy and smearing her arousal all over Gloria's lips and face.
It was obvious as I watched the two women that the antagonism that had started between them was still present, yet it was contained to a certain degree, and sexualized. The give and take between the two was extremely erotic, yet, at the same time, alarming to watch. I have never seen Karen possessed by such a raw sexual fervor, the character of which being amplified by the extreme sexual tone and vulgar nature of her language. For her part, Gloria was just as sexually aggressive, although not in such an overt way as Karen.
I think their sexual interplay was also augmented by their close friendship. Both knew of each other's psychological weaknesses and strengths, and played off of, and against, each other's foibles to great effect; thus, driving each other into even higher levels of sexual arousal and eroticism.
Karen said, lustfully, "So you want to fuck my man? Then you had better suck my pussy first, bitch. That's right. Suck my pussy like a good little girl. And if I'm satisfied, maybe I'll let you suck his cock."
Gloria responded in kind, by pulling and nibbling Karen's swollen clitoris with her lips and teeth, while jamming, one, two, and then three fingers deep into Karen's cunt.
"Oh, fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, that's the spot." Karen continued to repeat with obvious euphoric pleasure. Then yanking Gloria up by the hair, asked rabidly, "You like sucking on momma's pussy don't you, you naughty girl?"
Gloria left her fingers inside Karen's pussy, and started to vigorously suck on her tits. Occasionally, Gloria would taunt and verbally entice Karen while biting on her hard nipples, "Karen, you're such a slut."
"I'm the slut?" Karen giggled, as she pushed Gloria's head back between her legs, "Then why are you the one eating my pussy."
Karen leaned back further into me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I reached around in front of her and fondled her breasts and gently pulling on her hardened nipples. Gloria continued to work her fingers deeper inside of Karen while gently nibbling on her clitoris. The duel effect was causing Karen to moan uncontrollably, softly at first, but with increasing zeal as her climax neared.
It wasn't long before Karen arched her back off of me while thrusting her hips further forward, and clamping Gloria's face fully against her groin in a final act sexual domination. Once positioned, she froze momentarily, uttering no sound nor taking any breath before she began to shudder violently.
Gloria was having a difficult time keeping her lips locked on Karen's clitoris while Karen vibrated uncontrollably. The sight of these two women in the throes of sexual ecstasy was breathtakingly erotic, but at the same time Gloria's head-bobbing in syncopation with Karen's pelvic gyrations was almost comical. So much so, that I wasn't sure whether I was going to ejaculate in my pants or laugh out loud.
Karen collapsed back onto the couch, panting heavily. In the meantime, Gloria had shifted forward and was kneeling over Karen. A smile crossed her still moist face as she looked down at Karen, admiring her accomplishment. Satisfied with her handiwork, she turned her attentions toward me. Leaning over Karen, she kissed me gently on the lips.
"That was a first for me," she said still kissing me, "I never got a woman off."
Karen laughed, not a malicious laugh intended to hurt, but one still directed with overt sarcasm, "Oh Gloria, I'm pretty sure I'm the first *anyone* you ever got off."
Gloria ignored the obvious cut at her virginity and ego, and playfully put her hand over Karen's mouth, "It never ceases to amaze me how much in command of the obvious you are, but maybe Will can change all that tonight."
Gloria sat full onto Karen's chest, immobilizing her further as she continued to kiss me sweetly on the mouth.
"Wait a minute, bitch, I might have something to say about that," Karen responded half seriously, half jokingly through Gloria's hand.
Gloria and I ignored Karen, and I said to Gloria before sliding my tongue further into her mouth, "Oh, I think there's going to be a lot of firsts tonight."
I may be rubbing Karen's nose in it a bit too hard, but she was still being a bitch, particularly toward Gloria. I also wanted to see how much I could push Karen. How much would the elixir block her natural tendencies to lash out against having her ego bruised and against so obviously a subservient and humiliating position?
Karen was also prudish when it came to lesbianism. A natural tendency given her sexual nature, to be sure; however, she seemed to take her squeamishness to the extreme. She was always making derogatory comments and diverting her eyes during lesbian scenes of the few pornographic movies we viewed, or even requesting to fast forward large sections of movies when there was too much girl on girl action, even in mixed-couple settings. Obviously her natural inhibition was being blocked by the elixir, as evidenced by the sexual tête-à-tête from a moment ago; however, it was one thing, gripped in the throes of passion, to allow herself the enjoyment of another woman's attentions, but it would be altogether something else for her to provide quid pro quo with equal enthusiasm.
I fully undid Gloria's robe and gently fondled her breasts. Our lips remained locked together as I ran my fingers over her hard nipples, firmly cupping and massaging her tits. Not releasing her mouth, Gloria's breathing quickened and became more forceful as she labored to inhale and exhale through her nose. She let her arms drop, and started to fondle the bulge in my pants, occasionally uttering soft moans of anticipation as she meticulously explored my erection's full length and breadth with her hands.
Karen made a feeble sound of protest, but Gloria continued to ignore her. Our guest was fully enjoying the moment, and herself. Not only because this was probably the first intimate contact she had with a man, but that she was also exerting full domination and command over Karen, a circumstance in which she rarely found herself.
Gloria fumbled with my zipper. She was trying to undo it without looking, but was having a difficult time manipulating it. I was about to help her when I felt Karen reach up and deftly unzip my pants. Karen's act of compliance caused my cock to swell further, making it difficult for Gloria to maneuver her hand through the opening. She finally managed to worm her hand through, around, and into my underwear, and slowly probed my erection with her fingertips, starting first at the head and gradually working her hand down and inward. Pausing a moment to cup and massaging my balls, she worked her hand back up along my shaft, wrapping her fingers around it while gently stroking.
As each moment of her examination passed, I could hear her breathing become more labored until she had to break off our embrace. When she did, she breathlessly exclaimed, "I want to suck it!"
Those magic words still ring in my ears. Said so sweetly, almost innocently, but full of barely subdued raw sexual tension, and spoken without a hint of moral reservation or hesitation in full view of Karen—it was almost more than I could stand. However, I needed to fight the urge to let her have her way. Not under the influence of the drug myself, I didn't want to join in the frivolities too early and burn myself out too quickly. I didn't know how long the elixir's affects would last, and I wanted to be somewhat engaged with the two women until, at least, near the end.
I looked down at Karen to see how she reacted to Gloria's request. Much to my surprise, it looked as if she was enjoying her subdued position and unique perspective, and just passively, but intently watched Gloria continue to fondle and fumble around in my pants. There was a dream-like quality in Karen's eyes as she bit her lower lip in anticipation at what Gloria was about to do.
Gloria had almost gotten my cock out of my pants and was starting to lean forward, mouth opened at the ready, when I intervened, "Karen, I think before Gloria gets too involved that maybe you need to thank her first for her gestures of friendship. One good turn deserves another. Don't you think, dear?"
My words snapped Karen out of her trance. She hesitated for a brief moment, as if she were going to protest or did not understand the suggestion, but then she reached around and grabbed Gloria by her ass, and lifted her off her chest. I heard a loud rip, as Karen, trying to slide the crotch in Gloria's panties to the side and expose her pussy, tore through them, instead.
"Karen! Those were new," laughed Gloria.
Karen giggled, "Oopsy."
"Here let me take them off before..." Gloria started to say as she vainly tried to lift herself up, but Karen continued to rip at the garment, leaving it in tattered shreds; that is, all except for what little fabric remained intact along the waistband.
"Why Gloria Resik, you little slut, you shave down there," said Karen purring, "You are just full of surprises tonight."
I looked down and sure enough, except for a small patch of pubic hair located just above her pussy, Gloria's groin was completely bald.
For some reason Gloria, turning beet red from embarrassment, felt compelled to explain herself, mentioning something about hygiene and whatnot, but she stopped in mid-sentence when Karen took a moistened fingertip and slowly ran it along the length of her inner labia, stopping only briefly to massage her clitoris.
The look on Gloria's face was priceless, and represents one of those iconic moments that you play over and over again in your mind as the ultimate symbol of the evening's events. Her face assumed a kind of joyful, openmouthed, wide eyed expression of apparent surprise. The surprised look quickly gave way to one of bliss, as she uttered a loud moan and narrowed her eye lids into misty coated slits when the euphoria washed over her.
'Thank you, Mr. Beetlesmith,' was all I could think of at the time.
"It's such a cute little pussy too, all clean and smooth," Karen said, teasingly, as she continued to work her fingers around Gloria's protruding labia and clit, "And so very wet."
With those words Karen applied her mouth and tongue to the mix, and began to hungrily suck Gloria's pussy.
I looked down at my wife as she unreservedly serviced our good friend, and thought that a rare moment had occurred. Here was a person that I lived with, worked with and slept with for nearly twenty years, and thought I had come to know all of her likes and dislikes, wants and desires, and had come to know and understand all of her idiosyncrasies, even better than I knew my own. Then one day they do or say something that you could never imagine them doing under any circumstance, and doing it as naturally as if they had done it their whole life. That moment invariably changes our perspective of the world and of the person we thought we had come to know. Drug or no drug, it was difficult for me to believe that Karen and I would go back to what we were before this evening. Our marriage will be different. How different, and in what direction the course of our lives would go from this moment on, I couldn't guess; but for good or ill, after tonight all of us will be changed people. The feeling was both frightening and exhilarating.
I could no longer remain a passive observer of the unfolding events. Moving out and around the two women, I planted myself between Karen's legs. It was a position I assumed many times before, but now I had the unique perspective of also watching a third party share in our pleasurable experiences.
Karen's vulva has as wet as I had ever known. She had come twice already, and still showed no sign of dryness or irritation. Her labia and clitoris were fully extended and exposed, and as I gently touched each with my fingertips it seemed as though more of her natural fluid visibly leaked out of her. I could hear her loud sucking sounds interspersed with low moaning as she found even greater enthusiasm in eating Gloria.
Gloria had started to shift her hips back and forth, rubbing Karen's face with her pussy just as Karen had done to her, and said teasing, "Who's the slut now, Karen?"
Karen replied by gripping Gloria's tits even firmer, pinching and pulling on her hard nipples as tactile acknowledgement that she was indeed a slut. I was amazed by how rough Karen treated Gloria's tits, and thought that it must hurt, but Gloria showed no sign of pain or discomfort. Instead, she clamped Karen's hands harder to her breasts and forced her pussy down even harder, all while gyrating her hips with even more enthusiasm against Karen's open mouth.
As Karen licked and sucked Gloria's clit, I reached a hand under Gloria and inserted three fingers as far as I could into her dripping pussy. I did the same to Karen with my other hand, and continued to suck roughly on her clit. In response, Karen hefted her hips ever so slightly forcing my fingers even further into her and at the same time reached around and grabbed Gloria's ass, and pulling her even closer to her face.
Gloria had stopped gyrating, but was moaning uncontrollably. I could tell she was nearing climax, and it was at these times with Karen that I like to do something special. As I continued to slide my fingers inside of Gloria, I placed my thumb firmly against her anus. It wasn't enough to cause penetration, just enough to teasingly shift her attention away from her building orgasm.
The effect was near instantaneous. It started as an abrupt spasm in Gloria's upper body that made her lean forward. Clutching Karen's head she continued to spasm, while loudly pleading, "Don't stop," over and over again. Her every pronouncement was met with another spasm, and another, until she was totally bent over Karen, her head resting on the arm of the couch. Still, she continued shuddering and pleading, "Don't stop."
Gloria's continual orgasm seemed to create a cascading effect that rippled down and enveloped Karen as well. She uttered no cry or audible moan, but stiffened ever so slightly just before I felt a rush of warm fluid that bathed my face and fingers.
I looked up at the two of them. Gloria was still bent over Karen's head, but her body was beginning to relax. From my position I couldn't see either of their faces, but I could hear both of them laughing in obvious sexual contentment and excitement.
Still panting slightly and laughing, Karen asked rhetorically, "What the hell is happening to me?" There was no answer except both of them giggled louder.
I playfully touched Karen's clit again, which caused her to flinch slightly given that it was still sensitive. Then kissing her inner thigh I said, "Maybe we should continue this in the bedroom where we can be more comfortable."
Gloria was the first to move, "Wait for me. I've got to pee first."
I moved up and sat next to Karen. As she looked up at me I could see her eyes still had that smoky, dream-like quality I saw in them previously, and again she asked, "Really, what the hell has gotten into me?"
I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders in ignorance, and then asked, "What are you feeling?"
"I don't know. Christ, I've come three times already and all I can still think of doing is shoving your cock into my mouth, and doing it all over again."
"Not a bad idea, I must say," I said, still smiling.
Karen smiled back, but returned to her previous thought, "And that girl, my lord, she almost drowned me. I didn't think I would like it, but when she grabbed my head, I couldn't think of anything else except making her come across my face. Is that what it's like for you when you make me come, the thrashing, the spasms...the wet?"
I kissed her before answering, "It's what I enjoy the most about our sex life, particularly the thrashing and spasms and the wet. Why do you think I like going down on you all the time to the exclusion of almost everything else?"
"Everything," she asked with impish incredulity, "Including blow jobs?"
"No, you got me there. I'm not that altruistic."
Karen thought for a moment more, then asked, "Me and Gloria. Us, I mean. None of this bothers you?"
At first I didn't understand the question, and just stared at her in disbelief for a moment before answering rhetorically, "What are you, stupid or something?"
She gave a large sigh of contentment at my answer, and giggled again while absentmindedly rubbing my chest with her hands.
We heard the toilet flush, and saw Gloria scamper by on her way to our bedroom, "Come on, what are you guys waiting for?"
As Karen and I made our way to the bedroom, I started to kick myself for not going to the adult toy store like I had planned. Oh well, live and learn, again.
Gloria had already situated herself on the bed, and was casually playing with herself. Karen was just climbing in next to her when I remembered, "Karen, where's that vibrator of yours?"
"Vibrator? Ooh, that's right," said Karen as she quickly got off the bed, "I think it's buried in my closet somewhere." As she rummaged around for the elusive device, she added in an off-hand manner, "I hope the batteries are still good."
Gloria said with some surprise, "Geez, Karen, I would think you'd have it closer at hand than in your closet."
"I find that sweet. Obviously I'm enough for her," I retorted with false pride.
As Karen jumped back onto the bed next to us, this time with the vibrator, Gloria had a brainstorm of her own, and exclaimed loudly, "Ooh, cucumbers!"
Karen and I looked at each other, and then at her, before saying in unison, "What?"
Gloria tried to clarify herself, "Do you guys have any cucumbers?"
A look of complete understanding crossed Karen's face as she again hopped off the bed and went to the kitchen.
I started to laugh to myself remembering what Mr. Beetlesmith had said earlier, 'The person not only becomes a willing participant, but an actual instigator in any nocturnal activities you so desire.' How true, Mr. Beetlesmith.
Karen leaped back on the bed, laughing, "Now, where were we?"
Seeing that her hands were empty, I asked, "Where're the cucumbers?"
"It's been in the fridge, so I have to let it warm up, you dope. It's in the sink soaking in hot water."
I was about to make another comment when Gloria got another brainstorm, "You guys have any K-Y Jelly?"
"K-Y Jelly!" I stared at her for a second before continuing, "You know for a person who claims absolute naiveté about sex, you sure know an awful lot about..."
Karen interrupted me by giggling, "Just shut up and get the K-Y," then added, as I started to get up, "And if we don't have any K-Y, bring the baby oil instead. No wait, bring both if we have them, and don't forget the cucumber, it should be warm by now.
"Yes Master," I said, using my best Boris Karloff impersonation.
I came back with a bottle of baby oil, "We didn't have any K-Y."
Karen snatched the bottle from me and began spraying Gloria in the chest and stomach with a heavy stream of oil.
Gloria shrieked, "Christ Karen, that's fucking cold."
Karen only laughed as she began spraying more of the oil around Gloria's tits and groin. Not to be outdone, Gloria proceeded to do the same to Karen. They both fell into an oily, groping mass of arms, legs and hands, wriggling against each other and spreading more of the oil around with their bodies. I left them thrashing around the bed as I went to the kitchen for the vegetable. It was still cool to the touch, and thought about leaving it in the now tepid water a bit longer, but figured at this point the two women wouldn't give a damn.
On my return with the makeshift phallus, I saw that Karen and Gloria had finally settled on one particular position, both were sitting upright facing each other, and in a tight and passionate embrace.
It was my turn to have a brainstorm, and I directed them, "You two look too comfortable to move, but why don't you put your pussies closer together. That's right, closer, so that they touch."
With their vulvas in contact, it was easy to slip the vibrator down between them and stimulate their clitori simultaneously. They continued to kiss and fondle each others breasts as I slowly worked the vibrator to and fro, up and down. It wasn't long before both were pushing their hips closer together and wedging the vibrator tightly against their labials.
Karen came first, a subtle shuddering of her body as she uttered a single, abrupt yelp before collapsing backwards onto the bed panting. I was going to continue stimulating Gloria's clit, who was nearing her own orgasm, but Karen had other ideas.
"Will, what's come over me," was her only rhetorical comment, as she laid Gloria on her back and then mounted her in a traditional sixty-nine position. Shifting her bottom so that her pussy was just in front of Gloria's mouth, Karen ordered, "Suck my pussy like I know you want to!"
As Gloria eagerly complied with the demand, Karen took the cucumber and vibrator and fucked Gloria with both.
Karen ever so gently inserted the cucumber into Gloria's pussy while rubbing the vibrator all around her swollen labia and clitoris. When she had slid the vegetable about half way in and determined that Gloria was ready, Karen took the vibrator and just pressed it against her anus. Working the vibrator and cucumber in tandem, in and around their respective orifices, Karen licked and nibbled at Gloria's protruding clitoris.
Gloria had stopped sucking on Karen's pussy at this point as the waves of euphoria took hold of her. All she could do was lay her head back on the bed and moan. Her moans soon developed into loud, unintelligible gasps and groans. They were the types of sounds one makes when trying to talk, but you don't have enough air, or strength, or even a clear enough thought in order to form coherent words or phrases.
Her groans quickly gave way to long sustained shrieks of pleasure that culminated into another orgasm.
Karen left Gloria panting and turned her attentions to me. Seeing me next to Gloria and that I had taken off my clothes, she asked with an impish grin, "So, you've decided to jump into the pool?"
"Well, I can't let you two continue and have all the fun," I said as I pulled her down on top of me.
Karen began kissing my chest, and asked off-handedly, "What took you so long?"
"Just think of me as one of those Siamese fighting fish. You know, the smart one from that Bond movie; the one that let's the other fish struggle and thrash about while he watches and waits, until the other two are just..."
"...just too over-sexed to deny the smart one any possible sexual desire he might think up," Karen giggled, as she started working her attention toward my groin.
"Something like that," I agreed, "Although it was tempting to jump in earlier; you with your ass in the air, and Gloria lying prostrate with her mouth open and moaning, inviting something to be inserted. Let's just say it was a situation I found difficult to let pass."
Karen gave a little yelp and jumped, as Gloria, having caught her breath, quietly came from behind and goosed her with her thumb.
"I moan with my mouth open? How rude of me," Gloria said giggling, as she lay down beside me.
Gloria and I watched as Karen began to playfully kiss and lick the head of my cock, seductively moving her moist lips all around the bulbous gland, occasionally darting her tongue across the underside of my shaft and causing the head to visibly swell, further. Karen never tarried in one place too long, by teasingly shifting her lips up and down the shaft, stopping only briefly to massage my scrotum with her tongue, before continuing her ascent back up to the head.
Karen had never been an enthusiastic cocksucker. It was an understandable trait, I guess, but one that disappointed me. Just as some men like eating pussy, and others don't, some women like performing fellatio while others do not, and Karen fell into the latter category. That's not to say that she actively resisted sucking my cock, or refused a request when asked. On the contrary, she never denied me the pleasure; but I always got the impression that the act was more of a duty, a means to an end and not the end in and of itself. She always sucked me with a degree of rapid intensity that at times was not that erotic. It was the kind of behavior ones does to get an unpleasant, but necessary, duty over with as quickly as possible, with minimal pain, suffering, or discomfort; much like ripping a band-aid off a wound, or choking down goldfish whole in a fraternity initiation.
Now, however, I was getting a different impression. Whether it was do to Beetlesmith's elixir alone, or in conjunction with Karen's already heightened, oversexed demeanor brought on by her previous sexual escapades, Karen was visibly aroused by my cock. She was enjoying it. In fact, it seemed to me that the longer she sucked, licked and orally played with my erection, the more intensely she herself was being sexually stimulated. It was as if stimulating me was also, in some weird remote fashion, simultaneously stimulating her clitoris. I'm sure the effect was mental, a form of reverse sexual-psychological projection, but whatever the reason, as a physical or psychological response, Karen was providing the maximum amount of oral pleasure while taking a deliciously long time in performing the act. I was almost in heaven.
I looked over at Gloria, who seemed to be mesmerized by Karen's attentiveness to my cock. As she stared intensely at Karen, she would absentmindedly play with herself while licking her dry lips.
"Karen, I think it's time you introduce Gloria to the exquisite art of cocksucking."
I couldn't think of anything better to say at the time. Not that it mattered, since no sooner had I said it than Gloria quickly shifted positions to join Karen. Now, I was in heaven.
I couldn't watch what was happening, per se. Gloria had positioned herself on top of me so that all I really got a look at was her beautifully shaved pussy and well-rounded ass, not a bad position to be in, to say the least, but it still left me in the dark as to the details of the proceedings.
Believe it or not, the sexual experience was heightened even more, if that were possible, by not being able to watch. It was like being blindfolded as your lover teases you in some form or another, always keeping you guessing and in a heightened state of arousal as you try to anticipate which erogenous zone they would attend to next.
Karen controlled most of the situation by holding my cock by the base of the shaft and periodically passing my member back and forth between them. Neither of them spent much time concentrating on one area over another, Karen would not allow it. Instead, they would vary their attention, so that I could never get too complacent as to where, when, or to what degree the pleasure would be coming. The net effect was a slow, almost agonizing build-up toward my climax. Occasionally I tried to add my hand to the mix to speed things along, but Karen would take a hold of it and not allow me a quick release—bless her heart.
Karen was masterful in skill and tutelage, and she accepted her role as matriarch and guide for Gloria to complete perfection. She would verbally school, and then lead by example, what Gloria should and should not do, and I found her various instructions to Gloria to be as sexually stimulating, if not more so, than the actual act itself.
For her part, Gloria needed very little schooling, and to use an old cliché, took to sucking cock like a fish takes to water. Ever so often, however, she would increase the speed or the firmness of her oral stimulation to where Karen needed to step in and moderate her, less I come too quickly. This was partly my fault because I would occasionally slide a finger into her pussy or massage her clit, getting her overexcited and over exuberant.
It wasn't long before Karen and Gloria fell into the pattern of working my cock in tandem. As one nibbled and licked her way up the shaft, the other worked her way down, and then they would repeat the pattern in the opposite direction. Occasionally, they would work up and down the shaft in unison, then stopping at the top. Then, sweetly kiss each other and my cock-head at the same time, massaging the swollen member briefly with their lips before breaking off and going in tandem again.
When a small drop of pre-ejaculate fluid emerged, Karen would swirl it around my bulbous gland with a finger, just long enough and hard enough to cause my whole body to involuntarily stiffen from pleasure. Then she would gently pinch the head, causing it to deflate a bit and halt the inevitable upsurge toward my orgasm.
Gloria also got into the teasing act, sharply sucking on my head, getting more and more of the fluid to flow out, and sending more waves of pleasure through me, only to gently bite or scrape my head with her teeth, and again, causing it to slightly shrink and halt my buildup to ejaculation.
Each alternated their torture; laughing and giggling to themselves the whole time over the frenzied, sexual ecstasy they were putting me though, first Karen with her finger, then Gloria with her lips and teeth, and then back to Karen.
There came a point where Karen knew, either visually or by instinct, that no amount of squeezing or pinching of my swollen cock-head would moderate my eventual climax, and as such, she started to give Gloria gentle commands in an almost motherly tone, "Okay, baby, I want you to suck that fat cock all the way in. Not too fast...there, that's it...a little further...okay, back off a bit, that's it...good, now suck it in a little further this time."
With a little more encouragement and direction from Karen, Gloria soon became accustomed to sliding my cock in and out of my mouth, and began to develop her own rhythm where she would rapidly descend on my cock as far as she was comfortable, and then slowly pull me out to the head while tonguing and sucking my shaft the whole time. Eventually, Gloria was able to easily insert almost the whole length of my member into her mouth. Karen started to follow Gloria's mouth with her hand, stroking my shaft in time with Gloria's sucking.
Along with stroking my cock, Karen also put a hand onto Gloria's head. This allowed her to keep Gloria from sucking my cock too quickly or forcefully, as well as allowing Karen the dominatrix role of forcing Gloria's head further down onto my cock. Each time I felt Gloria's head being forced down, I'd hear Karen tease, "Suck that fat cock, you slut. You said you wanted to suck it, so now's your chance. Suck my husband's stick down to his nuts. Oh, what a dirty, little slut you are."
It wasn't long before I reached the point of no return. The point that, no matter what happened, orgasm was inevitable. I told them this, at least I think I did, but either Gloria didn't hear me or she didn't understand what it meant, when I said, "I'm going to come."
Karen certainly knew what those words meant, but for some malicious reason known only to her, she neglected to warn Gloria.
The first pulse either took Gloria by complete surprise or filled up her mouth so rapidly that she started to gag and needed to pull away from me as quickly as possible to avoid choking. Karen continued to pump my cock with her fist sending jet after jet of thick cum streaming across Gloria's unprotected face and chest. Karen couldn't contain her amusement and began giggling as my cum continued to shoot out forcefully, hitting Gloria across her lips and the bridge of her nose, while another pulse hit her in the chin and down across the neck, and still another thick stream hit her in the shoulder. As my spasms began to subside, Karen, who was apparently satisfied with her aim, ended the session by sucking the last remnants of cum out of me.
I remember Gloria's initial comment, "Fuck, is it always like that?"
"No, but it should be," was my offhanded, satisfied reply.
Gloria then shifted her attention to Karen, saying with some earnestness, "Thanks for the warning, bitch, it would have been nice if you told me what would happen."
Karen chuckled, "Oh Gloria, Will's right, you've got to drop this naïve act of yours, because you sure looked like a pro the way you were sucking on my husband's cock. Haven't you ever watched a porn movie? I mean everyone has at least some idea of what's coming when you blow a guy, pun intended."
Gloria got on the defensive, and had a difficult time hiding her renewed ire at Karen, "I didn't know what was going to happen. If I had I would have prepared myself instead of getting a face full of goo. And, no, I don't watch porn movies. I guess the reason I looked like a pro, as you say, was that I got such expert advice from you. Maybe Will should ask you how you got to be such a good cocksucker yourself, because from what you tell me it isn't from sucking on Will's 'stiffy'..." Gloria paused, waiting for Karen to take the bait. When she didn't, Gloria prodded her again, "That's right, Karen, I said 'stiffy!'" Karen wasn't going to go down that road again, and let the comment pass.
Something had happened, I'm unsure of what, but tension had developed between the two women again. One minute they're laughing and giggling together, and really into the camaraderie of sucking my cock and sending each other into orgasmic fits, and now they're rubbing each other the wrong way, and getting quite mean and spiteful. Most of the animosity was coming from Karen, which got me wondering if deep down she was not all that comfortable watching Gloria sucking me off, or maybe the drug was starting to wear off. Either way I tried to head off the inevitable confrontation, "Okay, what's going on?"
"Nothing," they said blandly, and in unison.
There was a long, uncomfortable moment of silence where neither of the two wanted to admit any wrongdoing. Gloria was still trying to get my semen off her face and out of her hair, but thick strands continued to resist cleaning, which was causing her considerable frustration, "Jesus holy Christ, what is this stuff. It's like some space-age polymer used in shuttle craft heat shields, or as sealant for high-pressure hoses. It defies any attempt at cleaning and fucking sticks to everything."
The visualization of Gloria fighting to remove my semen, coupled with the deadpan sarcasm of her comment got Karen and I laughing. Gloria must have repeated her words back in her head, because she started to laugh as well.
Now that the tension was broken, Karen took the opportunity to apologize for her rudeness, "I'm sorry. I really don't know what's come over me tonight. It's just that our..." she was going to say something more, but decided against it, "Oh, forget it. We can talk about it tomorrow. In the meantime, it's getting late and I'm still fucking horny."
Gloria finally got the last remnants of my orgasm cleaned to her satisfaction, "I'm still ready to go as long as Will's dick doesn't explode again."
"Oh we don't have to worry about that, Will's probably done..." Karen didn't complete her thought as she noticed that I still had a raging hard-on, which was unusual for me so soon after I came. She played with my cock a bit before adding, "What the fuck, Will, forget about me, what's gotten into you?"
"You have to ask," I said laughing, "I've been watching you two go at it all night, it tends to leave an impression on a guy that's not easily satisfied."
"Will's still got a stiffy. Now what to do about it," Karen mused rhetorically.
"Don't start," I said, rebuking her for the 'stiffy' comment.
Karen mounted me, saying, "I'm first."
I stopped her, "Wait a minute. There was a question posed by me very early in the evening that you neglected to answer."
At first Karen didn't know what I was talking about, but then I saw the metaphorical light bulb go off as a devilish smile passed across her face. Nymphomaniac Karen was back, and back with a vengeance. Whatever problem she had a moment ago was gone, and she answered in the sultriest voice she cold muster, "I want you to put it all the way up."
"All the way up what," I asked teasing?
She didn't answer, but started to liberally apply baby oil to my hard-on and to herself. I positioned her on top and looking away from me so that Gloria, who was still wondering exactly what was transpiring, could have easy access to Karen's pussy. Karen slowly sat down on my erection and ever so slowly inched me deeper into her rear. It was a slow process, and not without the occasional wince of pain, but eventually she was able to get me completely inside of her.
Gloria had shifted around so that she was kneeling in front of Karen and I, and was watching the progress intently, "Doesn't it hurt, Karen? It looks like it would hurt."
Karen answered breathlessly, "At first, baby, but once you get it in and get used to the size it feels...it feels...it feels won...derful."
Karen began sliding up and down on my cock, very slowly at first in order to get acquainted with my size. Anal sex was not something we did that often, but whenever we tried, Karen needed to take plenty of time and stop repeatedly to allow her muscles brief periods of adjustment. However, once she felt comfortable, Karen quickly fell into a steady rhythm, unmarked by any pause or hesitation. Her eyes were closed, and would remain closed as she fell into her slow screwing mode. It was as if she was putting herself into some sort of deep, sensual trance.
I could feel Gloria's fingers probing Karen's exposed pussy, and every so often she would shift her hand down and gently pull and massage my scrotum. I couldn't see her from my position, but I could hear Gloria working the vibrator in and out and around Karen's pussy. I could even feel the muted vibrations against my cock during times when Gloria had fully inserted the device into Karen.
Karen was moaning loudly and then arched well backwards, allowing Gloria easier access to her pussy. Taking this action as a subtle gesture that Karen was ready for something larger, Gloria remove the vibrator and slowly inserted the cucumber in its place.
Karen let out a sharp groan. Whether it was out of pleasure or pain was unclear, but the sound made Gloria hesitate. With the cucumber only part-way in, Gloria started to suck on Karen's clitoris, and as Karen's groans turned into obvious moans of delight, Gloria continued to push the cucumber further into her.
I could feel the large vegetable slide beside me, forcing my cock tighter inside Karen's ass. I suspect that the tight fit was also forcing the cucumber forward and firmly pressing it against Karen's g-spot. It was obvious that Karen was now in uncontrollable sexual ecstasy, and loudly moaning over and over, "Fuck me...harder...fuck me."
Nympho Gloria was back as well, if she had left at all, and was egging Karen on with her own comments, "Oh, yes, fuck you with that big cock. You love Will's cock up your ass don't you, you little slut. Say it. Tell me how much you love Will's fat cock up your ass."
Karen could only moan louder as a response.
She had stopped her own grinding by this time, remaining stationary in her kneeling position while Gloria and I pounded our respective phalluses in and out of their respective holes. Karen could no longer speak intelligently and was relegated to emitting unintelligible shrieks of pleasure, or what I hoped were shrieks of pleasure. I suspect if an unwitting person were passing by our house they would have quickly dialed 911, mistaking Karen's cries as a clear sign of pain rather than pleasure.
Gloria wasn't fazed by Karen's shrieks, and continued to goad her with her taunts, "You like it hard? Let me fuck your pussy hard," but it wasn't until Gloria put the vibrator against Karen's clit that the shrieking really started.
Actually, shrieking was a poor descriptor. Karen was, for want of a better word, screaming. I had seen it depicted comically in movies many times, but had yet to really witness it in real life. I had always assumed the uncontrollable screaming, as depicted, was an over-exaggeration of the exuberance of the ultimate female orgasm. Karen, with Gloria's help, was proving me wrong.
Her actual words were unintelligible, and consisted only of loudly protracted wailing. So intense was Karen's screaming that I was fearful Gloria was unwittingly hurting her and doing some type of physical damage. I had momentarily stopped my own thrusting and was about to pull out to check on Karen for myself, when she blurted, "Fucking stop...me don't...please, please..." and sounding like Yoda after a three day drunk.
It wasn't as if I needed to do anything more to her, for within a few scant moments of her gibberish, she screamed one, last, guttural moan, just before I felt the inevitable rush of warm fluid drenching my groin. She shuddered a few times before she fell off onto her side and lay trembling like an engine that continued to knock and sputter even after the ignition was turned off.
"What in the hell was that, and what did you do to her," I asked Gloria in amazement?
At first, Gloria could only giggle as she still held the cucumber and vibrator in each hand, and watched with amusement as Karen continued to quiver involuntarily, "Nothing. Well nothing different than what she did to me earlier."
"Whatever it was you should patent it, it's sure to make you a fortune."
Gloria noticed that parts of her chest and stomach were covered by a thin, clear film of liquid, the tangible results of Karen's orgasm, "Christ, first you and now Karen."
I chuckled, "Well at least Karen's goop will be easier to clean."
As Gloria set about wiping the fluid from her with one of the bed sheets, I realized that it had been some time since Karen had spoken or even moved. Worried, I tried shaking her, but got no response except for a weak grunt.
Gloria was suddenly concerned as well, and took a closer look at Karen's prostrate form. After a quick examination Gloria said with some relief, "I think she just passed out. Has this ever happened before?"
"Nope, nothing like it. It's a first, one of many that have happened tonight."
I guessed this is what happens when Beetlesmith's magic elixir wears off. The subject just faints into a deep, catatonic sleep.
Gloria continued to check Karen over to make sure there wasn't anything visibly wrong, but I knew that Karen had just reached the end of her endurance under the effects of the potion. Her body and brain had just shut down.
"Don't worry about it Gloria, Karen will be fine in the morning. All she needs is a good night's sleep."
Gloria lay next to me and began giggling, "I can't believe she just fell asleep like that."
"Really Gloria, you need to patent your technique."
Gloria and I just laid next to each other for a while in the dark, and listening to Karen snore softly. This must have eased Gloria's mind, knowing that Karen was, indeed, just sleeping, because I could feel her start to relax as she nestled her head against my chest
.
After some quiet contemplation, Gloria asked with some concern in her voice, "What's going to happen to us?"
It was an odd question.
"What do you mean?"
She didn't answer for a long time. I could tell that something was beginning to bother her, but she didn't know how to express it in words. I assumed that she was starting to have second thoughts about what happened tonight, and ventured my own question, "Are you feeling guilty about tonight?"
"I don't want to lose you as friends," was her only reply.
"Why would you lose us as friends?"
"I don't know Will. You hear stories about people, who've been friends for a long time, but then they get more intimate or something happens that takes a friendship to another level, and then for whatever reason everything changes. Pretty soon they're not friends anymore. I don't want that to happen to us."
I really didn't have an answer. I knew earlier tonight that our relationship had changed, but to what degree and in what direction I couldn't say. I'm sure she was having similar thoughts and possible doubts now, as will Karen when she wakes up in the morning. So I just told her the truth as best and as heartfelt as I could, "Gloria you are our oldest and dearest friend. Nothing could ever change that fact."
She thought about my words for a moment. I could tell that she wanted to add something, but kept resisting the urge to speak, and resorted to nervously playing with my hair. Finally I just asked her, "OK, before you pull all my hair out just tell me what's on your mind."
She lifted her head to look at me, and asked, "You want to fuck some more?"
I almost laughed at her contradictory concerns. One second she's worried about the possible severing of old friendships, and the next second she's conveying the need to fulfill her newfound insatiable desires, desires that in most relationships down through time were the root cause of friendships to dissolve in the first place.
"I was hoping you'd ask," I said warmly, "But I had better clean myself first."
I was only gone for a few minutes, but when I got back into bed I could tell that she was out cold just like Karen. I looked at the time and noted it was little more than three-and-a-half hours since I made their spiked cappuccinos.
I put the covers over them as they still slept, and crawled in between them. I lay there in the dark listening to them snore contently, and I laughed quietly to myself, "Now this is the usual reaction I get from women. Things are, indeed, back to normal."
It was just as well that the evening ended as it did. Although it would have been nice to fuck Gloria slowly, just the two of us, I really needed to get up early and get to the city before noon. | literotica |
(Fly tf m dog tf woman tf m goat)
It was a very hot summer, and there had not been any rain in over a week so it was getting quite dry too. A fly came darting through the seemingly endless fields around Porter ranch. From the perspective of the fly, it had been travelling for days in a straight line with no end in sight. Not much to eat, and the sun was decimatingly hot. In truth it had mostly been flying in circles- it was trying to stay in the shade of flowers and grass blades so it could not see beyond them to tell what direction it was going. Finally it arrived at the ranch and immediately flocked to the dog Gunner, because the fly could smell dog food on its breath and it was very, very hungry. It hovered around Gunner's head and the dog snapped at it a few times, threatening to eat the fly if it didn't leave him alone.
As the fly followed Gunner at a cautious distance, it scrounged for food scraps. Luckily, a tiny crumb to Gunner was still a good mouthful for the fly. It watched Gunner get his own food though- a full dish of very nice smelling meat. Trimmings from a steak, including the bone. A handsome young man named Piers just handed the food to him, as if the dog were some sort of king! Who just gives away food?! The fly wanted some but knew the dog would guard itself even more while eating. The fly felt a little sad, watching Piers say nice things and pat Gunner as he ate. Why couldn't the fly have a nice life like that, with tasty food? No one wanted to be friends with a fly.
The fly buzzed around for a bit longer but started to feel a bit odd. Its wings tired and its body felt heavy, so it flew into the barn to take shelter in the shade and rest. Once it had landed though, the feeling continued to get worse, not better. Flys are not the smartest of creatures, so it took some time for it to finally realize its entire body was getting bigger! At first it almost thought everything else was getting smaller, but that wouldn't make any sense. It felt strange on the inside though, not just size related. Its organs and muscles seemed to be shifting around. Its chitinous carapace started to get a bit softer, and more brittle as its body diverted resources. Calcium jelly formed inside of it which collected into small bones that started to expand and link together! Once the fly was larger than a softball its body started to deform as it continued growing. Its front and back legs started to swell larger and feel very tight, but the middle legs remained the same and stopped growing with the rest of the fly, making them very tiny in comparison. Then the most drastic change happened- all of the fly's organs shifted a moment as its spine yanked up through its body! Because they are so low to the ground, insects have the hub of their nervous system under them rather than on their backs- because nothing is going to be small enough to get between them and the ground to be able to attack it. That shifted now however, and the nervous core pulled up through its insides like a rope before smushing into a cloud of calcium dust that quickly compressed around it and formed into vertebrae, giving the fly a proper spine. The free-floating ribs started to click into place to protect its shifting organs.
The chords in its spine yanked tight though, which caused its abdomen to quickly compress back to its thorax! The insides compressed and pulled inward, causing its thorax to expand to make room for them all, shifting toward a proper torso. The carapace on the outside however was not as flexible as its contents, so as the abdomen compressed it caused sheets of chitin to grind together, crack, and break off completely! Its sexual organs and anus now between its back legs, and its digestive system in the middle of its torso. The chitin on its legs started to crack; the insides now growing too big and the shape too different to be contained. The middle legs had continued to wither however, and cracked off, falling away like a dried leaf. Where there had only been two simple digits on the ends of its legs, it now wiggled four, with a fifth rather useless one higher up per limb. Keratin formed claws on the ends of each of these new digits. The fly thought it would hurt to touch anything without the chitin covering it was meant to have, but when exposed to the air the outer tissue stiffened into skin to protect its raw muscle and organs. The feeler hairs that would normally stick out randomly around its limbs seemed to grow back from the skin now, but many more than normal. It formed instead into a coat of fur. Its genitals changed shape and popped out from lack of room in its new configuration- two testicles emerged in a scrotum that quickly became covered in a layer of short fur. Its penis grew too big to retract fully and the opening bulged out and formed a sheath. Unfamiliar with how these new genitals worked, it looked between its own legs to watch the red pillar emerge from the sheath- made erect from the changes alone.
He started to shake his body back and forth breaking off more chunks of chitin to reveal fur had already grown under it. He was now nearly a hundred times larger than he had been as a fly! His skull changed last. His head grew large and became longer. The mandibles fused into a lower jaw and its proboscis folded back in on itself to become the lining of its mouth and throat. Teeth formed along its jaw now as its method of consuming food was now completely different. Its eyes were left behind when the rest of its head broke, and as it formed a brow line and proper eye sockets they became sunken in. The hundreds of individual lenses of the compound eyes started to fuse together, giving it less and less lenses, but each one seen with better and better clarity and detail. All of its lenses collapsed together, forming a multi-layer web of membranes around an abyssal hole that was its pupil now. The lenses had all become iris as he sclera formed behind and gave it new eyes to see the world in better clarity... though, it was half color blind.
Where there had been a fly only a short few moments before, there was now a dog almost identical to Gunner- a boxer to be exact. It looked around a bit confused. What had he just been doing? Where was he? He looked down and sniffed at the deformed and broken chitin plates on the ground around his feet, not recognizing the smell. It found Gunner though, and while it did not remember its interactions with Gunner earlier, it did remember Gunner himself. Gunner did not recognize the new dog at all. Gunner initially ran over growling and snapping to spook the intruder on his territory, but the new dog did not understand the threat and instead bowed its front legs with its tail wagging, ready to play. Seeing another dog ready to play, Gunner forgot his own intimidation tactic and the two took turns tackling one another and chasing each other around the fields. Eventually Piers came back out and seen the new dog, quickly checking him for tags, but found none. There was no owners nearby- his goat ranch was pretty far out of the way so it seemed odd an unmarked dog would just appear here. He could not let it wander around on its own since there was no one else for miles, so when the sun started to go down, Piers brought the new dog into the house along with Gunner to stay with him. The new dog was happy, he never had a friend before, now he had two friends! Piers paid lots of attention to him at first, but as night time settled in, he started to become distracted with a small glowing screen. He said he needed to check for compatible women- that was what humans called their mates, he thinks. Piers was going to find a mate in the glowing screen? Why did he need a mate when he had two good friends already. The dog felt its penis start to slide out a bit. Dog will mate with Piers if he want? But, dog is male, Piers is male; Piers don't want male dog, he wants female human.
The dog felt a bit weird, and a bit sad. He wished he could help his master. He wandered down the hall from Piers' room and before he got to the stairs he staggered his stance, almost stumbling over! His muscles seemed to move on their own, losing strength in them while at the same time they grew in size! They relaxed, twisted and then tightened and swelled before repeating the process. His penis slid out further, but did not project any more than it already did! As it slid further out it also compacted, and started to close its shape. The urethra collapsed far back down its taint before re-routing elsewhere. His balls shrank in the scrotum before the scrotum itself tightened and shrank at a slower rate, finally popping the testicles into his torso as they converted instead to ovaries! The scrotum scrunched up and compacted as it split down the middle to reveal a forming vagina behind it! The scrotal flesh had become labia of a newly forming vulva! The fur started to rapidly shed from its tail as it vanished entirely- boxer tails are extremely short to begin with. Her loose jowls tightened, momentarily exposing her fangs before her entire head started to let of wet snapping sounds from the bone. Her muzzle started to compact and regress, shrinking her mouth rapidly. Her ears shortened and became rounder, but the cartilage expanded to become a more solid frame for them at the cost of her no longer being able to direct them. Her entire body started to grow larger and two nipples projected on her upper torso as her fur started to rapidly fall out, starting at her chest. Fat started to gather there and project the nipples out further, forming soft mounds, then jiggly hills and finally wobbly spheres. The dark colored skin of her nipples expanded a bit and altered the consistency of the flesh it affected, forming areola at their base as she finished forming a proper pair of D cup breasts!
The sheath between her legs tightened and lost its fur as it regressed into a clitoral hood and the penis compacted down into a clitoris! Her digits became longer and more narrow, allowing them more mobility. Her paws compacted down, and the padded flesh on the bottoms equalized out as paws turned to hands and feet! Her limbs lengthened and became human and her hips became more shallow but much, much wider. This made her upper thighs meatier to keep up and expanded her rump into two pert spheres! While virtually all fur fell out, the only patch that remained was on top of her head which then finished her changes as it grew out straight and long enough to touch her breasts! The male dog had become a human woman!
She groaned and looked at the pile of shed fur in confusion. Piers emerged from his room to see what the sound was and was understandably confused when he seen a nude woman on all fours in his hallway, over a pile of fur that formerly belonged to a stray dog! She obviously wasn't a thief breaking into his house since she was completely naked. Piers seemed familiar to her, but she did not directly remember him, or where she was. Piers did think that the dog had somehow turned into the woman, but she did not actually recall that happening. The woman spoke perfect English and seemed to understand plenty, but lacked any direct memories of... anything. She did not even have a name! Piers thought she was some sort of werewolf or... were... dog? She became afraid of what her condition may be, and Piers immediately sided with her, saying he would keep her secret safe, but she would need to stay at Porter ranch till she at least regained her memories. If B movies taught him anything on the matter, some werewolves do not retain any memory of when they were a wolf. It is as if the wolf and human forms have two separate minds with individual memory. But, this woman did not remember anything at all, not just the time as a dog. Piers only had one bed at his place, and she was confused and a bit frightened by her situation so he did not want her to be cramped and alone down on the couch. Piers invited her to stay in his bed and she had absolutely no reservations. Piers glanced at his laptop once more before turning in for the night and the woman glanced over at the screen. That was the glowing screen from before- but as a dog she did not understand what it was, but somehow understood fully what it was as a human. She seen what he was checking on overly frequently was a dating app. He was lonesome, and being a rancher out in the sticks he did not have many opportunities to meet new people, never mind women. A herd of goats and his dog were his only company most of the time.
The woman started to feel weird. She rubbed her scalp from a very mild sort of tingly pressure, not realizing her hair was growing longer and changing color from the sandy brown of the dog fur to platinum blonde! Her chest started to feel warm, and there was a mild pleasure radiating from deep inside her breasts without even touching them! She started to breath heavier and when she glanced down she gasped and announced aloud that they were growing! Piers and the woman both watched them in awe as she sat up straight from under the sheets and her breasts slowly but surely grew! They became a wobbling G cup pair- no longer able to hold their shape as well as they did as Ds, they now squished out sideways more when she lay down. The woman had not noticed herself, but Piers seen as she moaned and breathed heavily from the sensation of her growing tits; her lips also expanded and became almost unnaturally vibrant red! They both sat there in stunned awe for several moments after the growth stopped. The woman glanced down to see the bulge in his underwear and blushed, moving in slowly and cautiously to see if he wanted more. Piers could not say no to that offer. The woman rode on top of him, so he could see her huge tits flopping around on her chest as she rode his dick! It almost seemed like his cock was growing inside of her which turned him on even more, but actually it was her vagina that altered- shrinking to be an exact perfect fit for his penis. Her clit grew large and round itself though to maximize her own pleasure at the same time. Since it had been so long since Piers had been with someone else, it did not take him long to climax under this amazing situation. The woman pouted a bit, wanting to go longer herself, but Piers already fired off, and quickly fell asleep after. All the excitement from the unusual day and her crazy body took the energy out of him quick.
The woman wandered to the bathroom slowly, unable to go to sleep yet herself. She looked at herself in the mirror, asking her reflection who she is and where she came from. More annoyingly though, she was horny still. She remembered Piers talking about his job here at the ranch- goat breeding and milking. She wished she was one of those goats right now- never a shortage of mates to fuck and be fucked by. The woman started to breath heavier again- too enraptured in her imagination to realize she was raising higher in the mirror as her feet stretched out. Her toes were compacting into cloven hooves! Then she started to sink back down as her entire body started to shrink! Her last thought before snapping back to reality was wondering what the male goats felt- what it felt like to fuck someone else rather than being on the receiving end. She looked down at herself in shock, the first thing she seen when looking down was her clit- which now stood out like a narrow finger, about three inches from its undersized hoodie! She grabbed the sides of the sink to stop herself from toppling over as her hips started to pop and reshape. Her entire body felt so firm, compacting down and shrinking. Soon she was barely high enough to put her arms on the sink! She was too short to see the mirror to tell how beastly she had become already! Her tail bone burst into a fuzzy flourish, turning into a goat tail. Her legs now fully transformed, her arms started to snap and creak as they deformed and started to lose their human shape to goat. The woman's face scrunched up into an odd expression to match the odd feeling of her ovaries growing and mutating inside of her. Her womb and vagina shrank and collapsed, causing her growing ovaries to get squeezed further out of her from lack of room. By the time they were forced entirely out, they had become testicles and her labia had re-fused into a scrotum to catch them!
Her clit was still expanding, the hood thickening and growing into a sheath once again as the clit became a goat penis! Her worry faded at the same speed that her pupils expanded and stretched horizontally into rectangles. The fear and confusion of the woman was forgotten and his horniness as a goat was all that he concerned himself with. There was other goats here, he knew that. He forgot where 'here' was, but he knew there were goats. He dropped onto all fours and skittered downstairs and managed to retain enough human intelligence to be able to grab the door knob from below with his mouth and turn it to get out of the front door- a good thing his head was the last part to fully change. He had to pause his quick trot toward the barn when his neck grew a bit longer and the fur caught up to where his hair was- causing the human hair to fall out. The fur had stopped on his chest when it reached the huge human breasts. The fur seemed unable to advance over them, so paused till they shrank away. His shoulders rotated to be more forward set and his chest became more narrow, reducing the space between front limbs. This squished the boobs together temporarily making it seem like they grew again before their shrinking caught back up, and completely regressed them. His face started to stretch back out, his jaws stretching further forward and the bridge of his nose expanding to equalize itself with the rest of the extended face, once again giving him a muzzle! A bit of his otherwise grey fur got stained rust-red when his horns erupted from his forehead and curled back as he gave a disgruntled bleat at the feeling. Several other goats replied not too far away however, which renewed his enthusiasm! By the time he managed to break into the barn, he was fully a male goat! The goat quickly spotted the nanny with the fattest udder and mounted her! The night air was filled with giddy bleating as the new fertile male goat experienced sex from the giver role for the first time!
Piers woke up wondering where the weredog woman went to. She was not in bed. The fur that was left shed on the floor in the confusion was cleaned up. He wandered around the ranch calling for her but could not find her, or any trace that she had ever even been there. Even when tending the goats, he found no trace of where she had gone. He started to wonder if he had some sort of fever dream as a result of not having sex for so long? Was she ever there in the first place? He never seen the unmarked vans that had arrived in the night- sneaking into his ranch and erasing all traces of the entity. The SCP Foundation had arrived, tracking the entity down and had managed to scoop it up during the night without much notice. The remote location of his ranch made things a lot easier- and the entity was in deep sleep after having sex with two different goats. The entity is known as SCP 5289- a Euclid class. It is normally non hostile and utterly harmless- however it has the potential to be infinitely dangerous if exposed to the wrong stimulus. Codenamed 'Always Greener' the entity has the ability to turn into whatever it wants to, to gain whatever powers it needs to achieve that. However it remains completely unaware of its own power- every time it transforms to resets its own memory. It becomes what it changes into; physically and mentally. The fly wanted to be in a situation like the dog, so it became the dog. The dog wanted to fill the role of mate to make the human happy, so it became a human. The woman seen the sort of things he was attracted to on his dating app and modified her appearance, and once she became sluttier, she became jealous of the goats and turned into a goat! SCP 5289 is codenamed Always Greener based on the phrase 'the grass is always greener on the other side'- whenever it becomes jealous of something someone else has, it transforms to have that. This meant the entity was very easy for the SCP foundation to contain as long as they met its needs and did not expose it to much outside stimulus- because if it remained content its form would never change, and it would be entirely harmless. If they mistreated it however, it would become capable of escaping- no matter what that required, potentially becoming infinitely powerful and dangerous depending on how tightly they seal it. So it was almost guaranteed that SCP 5289 would live a content life- because that way everyone was happy. The containment procedure for it was named 'Evergreen'. | yiff-extreme |
Title: How Could She Sleep? Ch. 02
Tags: finger cathy, cousins coming, anne cathy, anne friend, tonight guess, anne love, cool mom, cathy finger, talk dani, silent minute
The room was dark when we walked in. Danielle reached out in front of me and switched on the lamp. Mom sat in the far corner of the room with her back to us, obviously unaware we came in until the light turned on. As she turned towards us, we saw that she was on the phone. She held up a finger and quietly went back to her conversation. Danielle and I looked at each other, and it was obvious she was just as puzzled as I was. We were both under the impression that she didn't want us to leave, so we stood awkwardly in the doorway and waited for mom. We couldn't figure out whom she was talking to, but by the tone of her voice, her giggles and occasional glances in our direction, we knew her conversation wasn't an unpleasant one. Suddenly I felt awkward standing there naked, and I guess Danielle felt the same way, because she tapped my shoulder and presented me with a large night shirt that she fetched from our room. As we slipped on our shirts mom hung up the phone, and asked us in her room.
I took a seat next to her on the bed, while Dani sat on the floor by my feet. She rested her head on my shin as she tickled the back of my calves with her fingernails. Mom smiled at us as if it was that moment that she realized we were truly happy together.
"That was Aunt Linda on the phone. She sends her love."
"Oh wow. How is she doing?" I asked.
I really loved my Aunt Linda, and it had been sometime since we had seen her. Aunt Linda is my mom's sister, and they are very close. They still talk just as much as they did before she moved away. Aunt Linda was always very cool, and never seemed like an adult. She was always into whatever was cool at the time. My mom says she's "flaky", but I always thought she was cool. My mom has always been more "straight laced", and only started to thaw out a little since my dad left. Aunt Linda was divorced from my uncle when Dani and I were very young, so I barely remember him. After they split my aunt and my three cousins lived with us for about 2 years. We all became very close.
My cousin David is like 4 years older than me. Apparently, he became pretty fucked up and went to live with his father about two years ago, and my aunt hasn't really heard from him since. I think it's pretty sad, but from what I understand, he's better off where he is. My other cousins, Belle and Brianna (see what I mean about "flaky?") are closer to Dani & me in age. Brianna and Dani were born on the same day, and Belle is a little less than a year older than me.
Brianna, whom we used to call banana, was always the wild one and her and Dani used to get in trouble all the time when we were little. Belle was very bossy, and used to act like she was always in charge of all of us because she was the oldest. Of course, no one ever paid any attention to her, which made her even bossier, but I always got along with her pretty well anyway. That's about all I can say about them since it has been a while since I have seen them.
My mom leaned down and started to play with my sister's hair nervously, as Dani kept tickling my legs.
"Your aunt and cousins are coming to visit next week. They will be in town for about 2 weeks."
Dani and I were very excited to hear this, but before we could say anything, mom interrupted.
"They will be staying here with us."
I looked at Dani who was obviously thinking the same thing as I was.
"Here? Why wouldn't they stay at a hotel like they did last time?"
"Well things are a bit tight for your aunt right now, and I told her that I wouldn't have it any other way."
"But mom where…"
"We'll figure out something, don't you worry."
Don't get me wrong It's great that they are coming to stay, but we really don't have a lot of room in our house, and especially now, with all that's been going on lately. I could see Danielle getting ready to say what we were all thinking, but mom interrupted her once again to say what we both knew she was going to say.
"Aunt Linda can stay in my room, and I'll sleep on the couch. The girls can share Dani's bed and you two can share Anne's bed. AND I TAKE IT THAT WON'T BE A PROBLEM?!. And I don't think I'm gonna have to tell you…."
She didn't have to say it. We both knew, but she continued anyway.
" Look, I love you both very much. And I can't say that I totally approve of what's been going on, but I think I understand it. Well maybe I don't, I don't know, but as long as it makes you both happy I can live with it, I suppose. But your cousins and your aunt may not, and Lord knows I don't know if I would expect them, or anyone for that matter, to."
"Mom we…"
"I just don't know that your aunt…"
"MOM!"
"What?"
"It's O.K., we understand. We'll be on our best behavior! Right Dani?" "Yes absolutely we'll be perfect angels! I promise not even to kiss Anne. Unless no one is looking!"
We both laughed and my mom shook her head in disgust.
"Girls this is serious."
"We know mom we're just kidding, we'll do our best."
We weren't really happy about the idea, but we figured it was the least we could do for mom. Besides we had a few days until they got there, and the rest of our lives after they were gone, so we figured. We both gave mom a reassuring hug and got set to hurry back to our room when she stopped us again.
"Wait girls, there's one more thing I wanted to tell you."
"Don't worry mom we'll clean up everything on Saturday.."
"No that's not it."
She sounded kind of serious so we both resumed our sitting positions to hear what she had to say.
"With everything that you two have been going through lately it got me thinking about when I was your age. I went through somewhat of the same thing that you are going through now, or at least had some of those same feelings I guess. I just want you to know that wanting to experiment sexually is normal, and I suppose that given the situation that you are in, it only seems natural that it would have happened this way."
Neither Danielle or I had any idea what she was trying to say, and I guess it was obvious.
"I really should have seen it coming. If you guys had a little more privacy from each other… maybe… or I at least should have talked to you about it…"
"Mom it's o.k. Everything is fine."
She went on as if no one spoke.
"Your Aunt Linda and I shared a room together when I was your age. It was hard. We never had any privacy, and well I know how this happens, and I should have known."
Danielle and I were silent. Was she saying what I think she was saying? Her and Aunt Linda? The thought of it kind of made my stomach turn. To picture my mom and Aunt Linda doing, well doing what Dani and I do, It made me a little sick, but at the same time a little more comfortable knowing Dani and I weren't the only ones. As a matter of fact, I'll bet this kind of thing happens all the time right? I mean it's not uncommon for someone to share a room with their brother or sister, and at some point, things are bound to happen like this. I mean if it happened to my mother of all people…uugh my mother! And Aunt Linda!…"
My mother must have seen me wandering because I jumped back into reality when she touched my arm.
"Anne?"
"Uh yes mom?"
"As I was saying.."
Danielle interrupted her almost before she began.
"You and Aunt Linda had sex?"
I can't believe she just blurted that out.
"Well no sweetie. Not exactly. I mean we didn't take it quite as far as you two, but we did experiment together."
"Well what exactly did you do?"
I had to know, I mean since we were being so open and everything.
"Well we… we kissed a few times, but only because we…neither one of us had kissed a boy before, and we wanted to see what it was like."
"What else?"
"Well when we were older, there was a few times when we…when we… masturbated together." And once or twice, we did it to each other. But it was just to see what it felt like I guess. We never did all the things that you two do, and we NEVER talked about it."
We all sat silent for a minute. I tried to imagine what each of them was thinking, and I think they were doing the same.
"I had pretty much forgotten about most of the things we had done, until recently that is. I guess finding out about you two made me remember all of those things, and tonight, well I guess I just had to see it for myself. I'm sorry, I know that it was…well rude of me I guess, and I promise I'll never do anything like that again."
"It's o.k. mom" Danielle said as she got up to hug my mom again. I joined in and then Dani and I went to our room. We talked a little about what we had heard, and agreed it was definitely weird, but at the same time, it was pretty cool. Either way I don't think we'll ever see mom, or Aunt Linda, the same way again.
I had some trouble sleeping; thinking about all the things my mother had shared with us that night. I was also very excited about seeing my cousins after so long. I wondered what they were like after all this time. Danielle, of course, was sound asleep on her stomach. As I watched her sleep, it reminded me of our first night together. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I began to stroke my moistening pussy as I watched her sleep.
I looked at her lips and pictured them wrapped around my clit, as her tongue probed in and out of my hole. I pulled the covers down her back further so I could see her skin. She woke up as I was nearing my orgasm. She was watching me watch her, and without moving too much she reached her hand down between her legs and lazily began to play with her own pussy. We breathed words of encouragement to each other as we neared our orgasms, but we didn't touch each other. I wanted her to touch me but she didn't. She just watched me play with myself as I watched her. The restraint added to the excitement of it all. I turned my self around so I could watch her hand work her pussy more closely. She sensed what I was trying to do, and raised her ass higher in the air. I laid on my side with my foot resting on my leg and pushed my pussy right in front of her, just inches away from her face. I could feel her breath on my hand and pussy, but she still didn't touch me, and it was driving me crazy. I inched my own face closer and closer to her, and I could smell her excitement. It was all I could do to keep myself from devouring her sweet pussy, as I watched her fingers work their way in and out of her slippery slit. Every so often, I would let her lick and suck my fingers, and she did the same for me. I felt my body begin to spasm uncontrollably, As my hips began to buck towards her face. As the pleasure of my nearing orgasm drew closer and became more intense, I focused on her swollen clit poking it's way out of her hood. I watched as her hips thrust up and down on her fingers. I could see her asshole exposing itself to me and then disappearing again, almost daring me to devour it. I couldn't take it anymore, and lunged my face into her pussy. I grabbed hold of her clit between my lips and rolled it around my tongue, causing her whole body to lock up. She backed herself firmly into my face and screamed out loud as she came, flooding my mouth with her sweet juice. It sent me over the edge and I came so hard I was almost dizzy. I couldn't see or hear anything, and it felt as if it wasn't going to end. Just at that point, I felt what I had been waiting for. Danielle's eager tongue lapping at my contracting pussy to lap up my juices, sent my orgasm soaring once again.
The next morning when we woke up, we were in the exact same position we were in when we fell asleep. I turned myself back up towards her, and we shared a kiss. We both laid there half between sleep, basking in each other's embrace, until we heard the vacuum running. At once, we both seemed to remember that Aunt Linda and our cousins were going to be here in a day or two, and hopped out of bed eager to help mom to get the house ready for them.
It was the day before Aunt Linda and my cousins were supposed to arrive. Mom was doing some last minute shopping, and Dani was working. We both worked at the same restaurant as waitresses. The work sucked, but the money was good. Anyway, I was home finishing up some last minute cleaning, and getting all the beds ready when the doorbell rang. It was my friend Cathy. We've been best friends since the first grade. She threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then promptly walked in and sat herself down on the couch.
"Hey Annie! Whatcha doin' today?"
"Nothing big really. My aunt and cousins are coming to stay for a week or so, so I have to get the place ready. Why what's up?"
"Belle and Banana? Wow how have they been?
"O.k. I guess. It's been a while."
"I just wanted to tell you that Mike's parents are leaving Wednesday for like a week, so he's having a big party. He made me come over here and tell you about it personally."
"Oh did he?"
"Yes he did! If you ask me, I think he wants a piece of that sweet ass of yours! Those are his words by the way, not mine."
"Oh c'mon. I know you want my sweet ass too!"
"Oh yes baby. I want you."
We both giggled and I went to grab some cokes from the fridge.
"Well I don't think I can come Cath. My cousins will both be here, and I don't know if I want to spend the whole night fighting Mike off anyway."
"Oh no, you are going, and that's final. Bring your cousins along if you want. Besides, I already saw your sister this morning, and I convinced her to go."
"Alright then. I guess I can't say no to that."
"No you can't. Besides Mike would be very disappointed."
I rolled my eyes at her and sat down.
"What? Are you telling me you don't want Mike now? For years, all I listened to was how hot Mike is, and all the things you want to do to him. Now you changed your mind?"
"I don't know. I mean he's cool and all, but…"
"Well if you're not gonna do anything about him, I will."
"You slut!"
"Well I'm not gonna let a perfectly hot guy go to waste!"
"No that would be a terrible thing. I think you should go for it."
"Really? You wouldn't mind?"
"No why would I?"
"Alright what's going on with you lately?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what's going on. You've been acting kind of weird the past few months. You barely ever hang out any more, and now you're telling me you don't want the guy who you have been after ever since I've known you! I'm your best friend Anne, I think I know when something is going on with you."
"What are you talking about? We hang out all the time. We went out two nights ago."
"Only because I called you. You haven't called me in a while. And what about Mike?"
"What about him? I don't know, I guess I just got tired of chasing someone who didn't want me. He was going out with Dina all that time and now…"
"And now he's not, and he wants you. And you have no interest?"
"Well shoot me then."
I'm serious Anne. Tell me what's going on. I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."
I sat silent for a minute, contemplating what I could tell her. I don't think I could tell her the truth. I know she wouldn't tell anyone, but I don't think she would understand. I really don't blame her. If it wasn't happening to me, I would probably freak out. Besides, it's not just me, I have to think about my sister too. I mean, I wouldn't want her to tell anyone without me knowing.
"It's really nothing Cath, I promise. It's just stupid stuff. No biggie."
"Bullshit." Look, if you don't want to tell me just say so, but don't tell me it's nothing when I know…"
"O.K.! O.K., but you can't tell anyone. I mean no one."
"Anne, you know I would never."
"Please don't think I'm weird or anything."
"Anne, I'm your best friend and I love you. I would never think that. Besides, you know things about me that I've never told anyone. Now what is it. I'm dying here."
"O.k., well lately I've been kind of…, well I kinda… I've been with someone."
I couldn't believe I was saying this to anyone. I felt like I was outside of my body watching myself. Screaming at myself to shut up, and I wasn't listening.
"Who? I mean do I know him?"
"Well…yea. I mean you know who it is, but it's… she's… she's a girl. I've been with another girl."
"Oh my God."
I was practically holding my breath waiting for her response.
"That's what you couldn't tell me? You're trying out for the other team?"
I didn't say a word.
"That's it? Anne, its no big deal. Everyone's tried it, at least once I'm sure. Don't you remember me and Maryanne Delricci at Brian's party last year? I told you all about it."
"Yea, but it's not like that. It's…well it's different. I love… It's serious. It's not just trying out for the other team."
"Oh."
There was a long pause, and I wanted to cry because I knew what was coming next, and I had no idea how I was gonna handle it. Then I thought about when my mom walked in on us, and it made me feel a little better. I mean, if we got our mom to accept it then this should be nothing. I knew it wasn't the same, but I tried to imagine that it would be easier. I mean my mom wasn't so understanding at first, but now she's kind of o.k. with it. Or at least she accepts it, and if she can, then my best friend definitely should…right?
"Cath, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I just…well I guess I was still a little confused or something, I don't know."
"Anne it's cool. I love you. It's really no big deal. I mean if you're happy then I'm happy. I guess I'm just a little…jealous I guess."
"Jealous?"
"Well yea. I mean… Who is she? I mean… I would think that if you were gonna do something like that with someone for the first time, it would have been me."
I really didn't know what to say to that. I knew what she meant by it, but it still threw me off a little.
"Cath, trust me it's not like that. I mean it didn't happen like that. Besides, what about you and Maryanne?"
"Oh please. You know that was just stupid messing around."
I laughed at her being so serious.
"Yea but still. You didn't ask me first."
"You know if you were there I would have. If I was gonna do anything like that with another girl, when that happened with Maryanne, I thought about you the whole time."
"You want me!"
"SHUT UP! I do not! I'm just saying that…I don't know…Whatever…you know what I'm saying."
"No I don't. What are you saying?"
"O.k. so I've thought about it. Are you happy now? I've thought about us doing some stuff, and I just thought that if I thought you would want to do something like that it would be with me."
"Well why didn't you ever say anything?"
"What was I supposed to say? Hey Anne want to eat my pussy later?"
"CATHY! Oh my God!"
"See."
"I guess, but it's not like that, honestly. And if things were different, I would love to eat your pussy!"
We both laughed.
"Well now that I've told you all that, Who is it?"
"I can't tell you."
"WHAT? What do you mean you can't tell me!"
"Because I don't know if she would want me too. It's complicated. I can't explain."
"You know I'm not going to say anything."
"I know you won't. It's not that. It's just… well I can't say. If you knew who it was, you'd know why."
"I can't believe you. If you think you are going to dump this on me and then not tell me who it is you're crazy. And I'm not leaving here until you tell me."
I knew she meant it. I didn't know what to say to her. There was no way I could lie, and there was no way I could get out of telling her so I just blurted it out…
"Danielle."
There was silence for about a minute, and I couldn't imagine what was going through her head. Just as I was thinking the worst…
"Danielle who?"
As if it were perfectly timed, my sister walked through the front door.
"Hey Cathy. Did you tell her about Mike's party yet? She's going right? You're gonna go right Anne?"
Cathy went to answer her, and then as if she was hit in the face with a ton of bricks, realized that I was talking about my sister. She looked right at Dani with her mouth wide open…
"YOUR SISTER?"
Danielle looked at her as if she'd lost her mind.
"Yes my sister. Is she going to the party?"
I had to laugh out loud at the situation. It was like a bad plot on "Friends" or something. I quickly grabbed Cathy by the wrist, who was still frozen with disbelief, to lead her up to my bedroom.
"Yea Dani, I'll go. We'll take Belle and Banana… Uuum We'll be right back."
I led Cathy up the stairs to my room and shut the door behind us. She still looked shocked, and stumbled for something to say. I sat down on my bed and waited for her reaction.
"Cathy I… I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. Please don't hate me."
She looked at me, still with nothing to say.
"Look I know it's weird, and if you don't want to…well I understand if you don't want to hang out with me…"
"I'm sorry Anne. I don't know what to say. I just can't believe you…and Dani…"
I didn't say anything. I didn't even know if there was anything I could say to make the situation any better, so I just sat there silently. After about a minute or so Cathy walked over and sat next to me on the bed. "I can't believe you told me that."
"You asked. I told you I didn't want to…"
"No I'm glad you did. I guess no one else knows?"
"Well actually my mom knows…"
"YOUR MOM KNOWS?"
"Sssshhh…yes. She kind of…caught us. She was freaked out at first, but she's dealing with it I guess."
"Holy Shit. I can't believe it. Your mom is o.k. with this."
"Well yea…I guess. I mean, she's not happy about it. At first, she wanted to have us committed, but I guess we told her we'd leave and…"
"How did it happen? I mean when…how long have you…?"
I told her the whole story. I told her everything from the first night up until now. She seemed to get a little more comfortable with the situation as I spoke. When I was finished, she smiled at me.
"What?"
"I don't think you're weird Anne. As a matter of fact, and I can't believe I'm going to say this, but Kate and I have fooled around too…when we were younger I mean."
Kate is Cathy's older sister.
"WHAT? You bitch! You sat here and made me feel like a freak, when all the while you did the same thing?"
"Well we didn't do the same thing, but when I was younger Kate would make me do stuff to her at night. She showed me how to finger myself and stuff."
"I can't believe you. I mean I guess I know why you wouldn't tell me something like that, but after I told you all this?"
"Well I didn't want to interrupt your story. It was pretty fucking hot!"
She smiled and grabbed my hand putting it between her legs. I could feel the moisture and heat on top of her shorts. She pulled me closer, until her lips were next to my ear.
"The thought of you and your sister going at it is making me so fucking wet. I guess that makes me just as weird as you"
She started to move my hand up and down the front of her shorts as she moaned softly into my ear. I couldn't believe what was happening, and yet I couldn't help thinking about her and her sister, and my mom and Aunt Linda. I guess this kind of thing really does happen allot. She started kissing and licking my ear, and it suddenly snapped me back into reality. I pulled away.
"Wait Cath. I…I can't do this. I mean I want to but I can't. Danielle and I…"
"Tell her to come up here and join us. Please Anne. I want to see you. I need to see you."
"I can't. She doesn't even know I told you. I have to make sure she's not mad. I love her Cathy. I don't want to hurt her."
Cathy slumped back, and pulled her shirt down over her legs as if she was ashamed of what happened.
"Cath, I love you too. You are my best friend. I mean there is no one else in the world that I could have told this stuff to. I just don't want to do anything to hurt Dani. She's my sister. But I promise I'll tell her I told you."
As I reassured my friend, I realized how excited I had become.
"Cath? Tell me about you and Kate. How did it happen?"
She shrugged her shoulders as if to dismiss it.
"C'mon. I just told you everything. You owe me one."
She smiled and started to tell me about how one night her sister came into her room when she was sleeping. Kate was obviously horny, and woke Cathy up. She took off her panties and asked Cathy to touch her. Kate told Cathy that boys and girls do it to each other all the time, and she wanted to show her what to do. She took Cathy's hand and rubbed it on her pussy until she came.
Kate came into Cathy's room almost every night for a year, making Cathy finger her. Cathy told me how Kate showed her how to French kiss, and how to finger herself. Cathy said they would sneak in each other's rooms at night and finger each other's pussies.
She told me how they used to rub their pussies together until they both came, and that sometimes, when their parents were away, they would take baths and finger each other in the tub.
I could see how excited Cathy was while reliving her past. She was completely unaware that she was rubbing herself through her shorts as she spoke. I had to admit that I was getting pretty horny myself listening to her.
She told me how Kate would always tell her never to say anything to anyone, that it was just something that they did.
Kate moved out of the house a few years ago, and it's been a long time since they ever did anything together, but Cathy admitted that she still thinks about it a lot, especially when she masturbates.
"I can see that" I said as I pointed out that her hand was now down the front of her shorts, obviously teasing her clit. Although I don't think she realized what she was doing, she didn't stop when I brought it to her attention. She stared me dead in the eyes as she continued to play with herself even more aggressively. I really wanted to see her naked and make her cum, but every time I felt myself give in I thought about Dani and stopped myself.
"Anne I have thought about you too."
"Me?"
"Uh-huh. All the time."
Her speech was breathy and broken up. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm.
"I've thought about you coming into my room like Kate did and fingering me. I think about us naked together and rubbing each others pussies until…uuuugggh"
I figured there was no stopping it now and I was getting very excited watching Cathy finger herself right in front of me. I decided to play along.
"I want to see you cum Cathy. Finger your pussy for me until you cum I want to see it."
She quickly pulled her shorts to the side, and I could see her fingers working in and out of her pussy. She lay back on the bed and began fucking her fingers. I felt my own pussy start to drip as my fingers found their way to the outside of my shorts.
"That's it. Finger that beautiful pussy for me. Cum for me."
"Oh you and Dani…That's so fucking hot. Ooooh God fuck me"
"That's it Cath. Cum for me you slut. I'll eat my sister's beautiful pussy for you while Kate fingers you."
"Ooooooh Fuuuccck YEEES!"
Cathy came twice in a row, and laid still for a minute as she let her fingers slide up and down her cream covered slit.
"Oh Fuck Anne. That was awesome. I haven't came like that since I was with Kate."
"It was pretty awesome."
She sat up quickly and grabbed both my shoulders.
"Anne please. I want you. You know I love you. And you know I love Dani too. I mean we are all practically sisters."
"I love you too Cath. Let me talk to Dani, and maybe after my cousins leave – I know she would love it too. She always tells me how pretty she thinks you are."
"Really?"
"No, but I'm sure she does."
"You bitch!"
With that, She got up and straightened herself up.
"I'll pick you guys up for the party at eight. Maybe you guys can drop your cousins off early and the three of us can go back to my house afterwards"
"Maybe. We'll see. Just please let me talk to Dani."
"Anne, I think it's awesome about you and Dani. I love you no matter what. I'm sorry if I made you doubt that at all."
"I never did Cath. If I thought differently, I would never have told you. I love you too. I'll see you on Wednesday at eight."
No sooner had Cathy left then Dani came in the room.
"What's with Cathy? She's acting really weird today."
I didn't answer. I was too busy thinking about everything that had just happened. I was still so hot from watching Cathy get herself off, and now seeing my sister. How was I going to tell her about everything that just happened? Fortunately for me, she didn't pursue the whole Cathy thing right away. I watched as she took off her shoes and pantyhose, (we have to wear them for work) and walked towards me. Normally I hate the uniforms we have to wear, but she looked so cute with her hair pulled back and her little skirt. Maybe it was just because I was still very horny, I don't know, but she definitely noticed that I was staring.
"What?"
"Nothing. You just look so cute right now."
"Oh yea?"
She straddled my legs and threw her arms around me, planting a long wet kiss on my lips.
"Can I take your order then?"
I responded by grabbing her ass and pulling her closer towards me. Then suddenly I realized I had to tell her everything about Cathy while we were alone. Mom would be home soon, and by tomorrow, this place would be a mad house. I pulled away from her.
"What's wrong?
"I told Cathy."
"Told Cathy what?"
"I told her about us."
"Oh."
"Danielle I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have…
"Anne it's o.k. I've known Cathy almost as long as I've known you. I figured you would probably tell her eventually. And you know what? I'm glad you did. I like that someone else knows… Oh...How did she take it? I mean what did she say?"
"Well actually it was kind of strange. I think she was freaked at first, but now she's…well she's cool with it. And you know what else?"
"What?"
"Her and Kate have…"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! ARE YOU SERIOUS? HER AND KATE TOO?"
"Uh-huh."
I told her everything Cathy had told me about her and Kate.
"Wow that's so cool. I can't believe it. First mom and Aunt Linda, now Cathy and Kate? I guess we're not so weird after all."
She planted another long wet kiss on me, and again I pulled away.
"There's more"
"More?"
"Cathy wants to…well she wanted…she wanted to know if she could be with us. But I told her that I had to talk to you first."
"Oh… Well what do you want to do?"
"I don't…I love you Danielle and I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. It really got me hot thinking about it, but I don't know. I mean we have both known her for a long time, but what if…"
"Let's do it! I think it would be fuckin' hot! I would love to see her eat your pussy!"
"Yea but what if…I don't know what if you like her better or something? Aren't you worried that it might ruin everything?"
"Are you kidding? That's what you're worried about?"
She started laughing and for some reason, it really made me feel stupid.
"Anne I love you so much. No one could ever be any better than you. When we were young, all I ever wanted to do was be near you, and that hasn't changed. What happened between us is better than anything I could have ever imagined. Sometimes when I'm not with you, I feel so…I don't know…empty. I want to be with you all the time. You'll always be my sister, and no one could replace you. And the best part is, I know you feel the same way."
She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight, like she used to do when we were little. Her voice was shaky, and I could tell she was starting to cry.
"Sometimes at night, when you're sleeping I watch you, and I can't believe how lucky I am. Sometimes I cry when I think about it, like I love you so much it hurts, and I can never get enough of you."
I couldn't believe my sister was saying all these things. For the first time, it actually felt like she was the older one. I held her tight as we both cried like idiots. Then we shared a long kiss that made me almost dizzy. I knew that no matter what we ever did, for the rest of our lives we would always feel this way about each other.
We had gotten comfortable on my bed, and for the last hour, we just held each other, laughing and kissing. There was nothing that we had to say. It was starting to get late, and I knew that our mom would probably be home in a few hours.
"We'd better get up soon. Mom will be home in a little while, and I didn't get to finish cleaning."
"Don't worry, I finished everything while you and Cathy were up here."
"You did?"
"Uh-huh. Now you have no excuse to leave me."
We giggled and shared another kiss before Dani jumped off the bed to get her purse. She walked back over to the bed, holding her bag behind her back and sat down again.
"I got you something today. The tips were really good so I got you a present. I was going to surprise you tonight but…well here."
She opened up her bag and handed me a big dildo. It flopped back and forth in her hand, and it made me laugh.
"Dani! Where the hell did you get this?"
"Don't worry about it. Do you like it?"
"Uuum…yea…sure…It's …uuhh…cute."
"Wait there's more."
Again she reached in her bag and pulled out some kind of harness that attached to the dildo.
"It's for you. I wanted you to be my first."
"Your first what?"
She smiled at me. "Well I mean, officially you were my first, I just mean technically my first."
"You mean you've never…?"
"No."
"But what about Justin? You guys were together forever! And you never?"
"Eight months! And please! Like I'd ever do that with him!"
"Sorry! I just thought, well you know."
"So? Will you?"
"Yes. I mean of course. I just thought that you have done that already."
"Well I did some stuff with Justin, but mostly stuff to him. I've never even had an orgasm, unless I was alone, until I was with you."
"Really?"
"Really. You were the first one to make me cum. How does that make you feel? You spoiled your own sister!"
"I had no idea."
"Well now you do, and I want you to make it official. I mean I know it's not exactly the same, but it doesn't matter. There's no one else who I'd rather give it to than you."
She grabbed the dildo from my hands and began to fasten it to the harness.
"You want to do it now?"
"No better time like the present."
She handed me the contraption, kissed me on the cheek and bounced off the bed and began to strip.
"Cmon hurry. We don't want mom to come home in the middle of it."
I wasted no time in shedding off my clothes and trying to figure out how to slip the thing on. It took a second or two but eventually I figured it out.
"I feel silly with this thing on."
"You don't look silly to me. Now get over here and fuck your little sister."
We slipped under the covers together and started kissing passionately. I let my fingers explore her pussy as she wrapped her hand around my rubber cock. I could feel her getting wetter as she worked the dildo with her hand. She pulled me on top of her and slowly guided the tip to her opening.
"Anne I want you to fuck me now. I want it inside of me." I pushed my hips forward slowly, as she guided the dildo into her with her hand. I let it slide into her slowly at first until it was completely buried and I could feel our hips meet.
"Oh God yes! It feels so fucking good. Fuck me. Please fuck me."
I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but judging by her moans and yells, I guess I was doing o.k. I slowly backed out of her, and slid back in until my rubber cock was moving in and out easily, and I found a rhythm. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she was moaning louder and louder. I could feel my own pussy start to tingle with each thrust. My tits were mashed firmly against hers and we were beginning to sweat. Her legs were pulled back and her feet were resting on the backs of my legs. She grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me into her harder and harder to meet each one of my thrusts. After a minute or two we were really pounding. I could feel my orgasm drawing nearer as I pushed harder into my sister. I could tell Dani was close too, when she grabbed the back of my head pulled me in and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her hips made one final lunge towards me andI felt her body stiffen as her heals dug into my calves. She moaned loudly into my open mouth, and I could actually feel her pussy grabbing hold of the dildo. I tried to keep moving in and out of her, but she held such a tight grip, it was almost impossible. I just buried the cock into her as far as I could push it and moved my hips around the best I could. Her body jolted underneath me with each wave of pleasure that hit her, until her body went limp and released its grip from me.
Just when I thought she was done, she rolled over on top of me and sat straight up. Her head rolled back, and she placed her hands on either side of my legs for support. She began to bounce up and down on my "cock", as I watched it move in and out of her swollen lips. Her clit was pointing straight out, and begged to be touched. My eyes followed her tight belly up to her bouncing beautiful tits. Her pink nipples were pointing straight out at me. I reached my hand out and rubbed her clit with my thumb, as her body readied itself for another orgasm. Suddenly she leaned forward, and my mouth quickly found it's way to one of her nipples. I licked and sucked on it as hard as I could. I felt her hand reaching back for my aching pussy, and came almost immediately when she touched me. As my orgasm took over my body, I felt her tongue enter my mouth, and once again I knew she was coming.
We laid there spent for what seemed like hours, until we realized that mom would be home any minute. Her pussy was so sore it was actually painful for her to slide off of the rubber dick.
"Anne that was so fucking awesome! Tonight it's your turn."
She grabbed each side of my face and looked me in the eyes.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight you won't remember your name!"
She then lowered her mouth over the cock and began to lick it clean, coming up occasionally to give me a taste. Finally she worked her way down to my pussy, and fucked me with her tongue, stroking the dildo with her hand. The combination of her tongue, and the now slick rubber gliding over my clit. launched me into another orgasm. As I came, I felt her tongue busily lapping up all of my juices. I couldn't wait until tonight!
The next morning I woke up to the sound of my mothers hurried voice.
"GIRLS! GET UP! Aunt Linda will be here in less than an hour – HURRY."
My body ached in places I didn't even know I had. I tried to sit up, but Dani was draped over me fast asleep as usual. I rolled her off me, and almost right off the bed. Se Jolted awake, mumbling something incoherently, and looking at me as if I didn't know who I was.
"Morning."
"We'd better get going. Mom's having a fit because we're not up yet, and everyone will be here soon."
"Good morning to you too! Sounds like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You'd think after last night you wouldn't be so grumpy. I guess tonight I'll have to…"
I guess that's when she realized that we had to be on our best behavior for the next few weeks, starting in a little while, which meant we wouldn't be sharing a bed tonight.
"C'mon." I said solemnly, "We'd better get moving or mom's gonna kill us."
Dani perked up a little.
"Buddy Shower?"
"You know we don't have time…"
"C'mon. It'll be quicker that way!"
She sprung out of bed pulling my wrist towards the door.
The warm water felt good on my skin, and seemed to relieve some of my aching muscles. I watched Dani as she seductively shampooed her hair.
"C, mere, You'd better let me help. You've got to really rub it in or else it won't get clean."
She smiled and stepped right up to me until her face was just an inch from mine.
"You're such a good sister," she said kiddingly.
I raised my hands and put them on top of her head, working the lather into her scalp. She immediately started fondling my soapy breasts, lightly pinching and squeezing my hardening nipples. I pushed down firmly on her head, and she took the hint, flashing me a sneaky smile as she crouched down in front of me. Her tongue attacked my aching pussy feverishly, quickly sending me into what I thought would be my last orgasm for a while. I could hear mom yelling for us to knock it off and hurry. I tried to yell back to her, but I was unable to speak. I wasn't really worried, since Aunt Linda is never on time. As my orgasm was subsiding, I pulled Dani back up to me, shoving her against the cold shower wall, and pressing my slick body to hers. She gasped as the cold tile touched her skin, but I quickly placed my mouth over hers, and let my fingers find her soft pussy. She placed her leg on top of the tub, and I fingered her to orgasm while keeping her pinned tightly against the shower wall. I felt her body shake as she came, and she wiggled as if she was trying to escape my hold. We shared a long passionate kiss, and decided we'd better get moving. We rinsed ourselves, got out of the shower, and began to get ready.
Mom was standing by the door waiting for Aunt Linda to arrive when we came downstairs. She eyed us both up disapprovingly and shook her head as we made our way towards her. We were barely downstairs before she yelled.
"O.k. They're here."
She looked straight at us again.
"And remember what we talked about."
"We know mom, it's cool don't worry. Everything will be fine." | literotica |
Title: How to Fall in Love Immediately Ch. 01
Tags: date, experience, flight, honest, hotel, love, military, realistic
This is a mostly true story, based on my personal interactions with the most engaging woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I of course changed her name and a few locations to protect our privacy but the bulk of these experiences actually happened, there's just a tiny bit of fluff for your enjoyment. I love what's happened between us, so much so that I want to tell you about it too. Enjoy.
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Six months sure goes by fast when you're having fun... if only that deployment had any shred of fun in it what so ever, it felt like a lifetime. It's not like it was hard, it was quite the opposite in fact. The mission was dying down and the base was considering turning it in to a warm site and kicking everyone out anyway. There was so little to do that I was borderline going insane, the only fun things we were allowed to do was jack off and go to the gym. Which I partook in quite frequently, both of which benefited me greatly. I had been in the same uniform for 28 hours when we finally arrived at our last refueling stop before the long haul back to the states. I was trying my best to look unapproachable with my bag in the seat next to me. Such a feat isn't all that difficult for me, I'm quite hefty at 6'4 250lbs of freshly grown meat. We were only picking up a few more troops in Qatar, so I didn't expect anyone to attempt to buddy up with me. Which... by now the military has taught me, the only time you get fucked with is when you don't expect it. (anecdote: I'm really not a bad guy, just trust me when I say I need my leg room when I'm sitting for 8 hours straight)
But anyway, I was sitting there just scowling away when I hear the bubbliest little voice call for my attention. I look up to see a gorgeous dirty blonde model asking to sit in my bags seat. Her smile was infectious, I couldn't resist, I was completely under the spell. Keep in mind that we're all in military OCP uniforms, to look breathtakingly attractive while remaining in regs is quite impressive, her face was a solid 9, easy. But the best part was the way she spoke, so intrinsic and full of energy. But not that overwhelming bitch energy, it felt honest and innocent. As she was fumbling her bags into the overhead, a flash of light gave my eyes an excuse to wander. Her reaching exposed her curvy figure and a cute little belly button ring, dancing in the light. She plopped down into the seat and leaned in close to me, her hair smelled of coconut... it was quite distracting after inhaling only men must for far too long. She asked why I looked so gloomy, and for some reason I didn't try the usual lie of "I'm tired", she was so genuine and sweet she coaxed the truth straight out of me, just by asking once. I told her, "I was actually trying my best to avoid anyone sitting next to me, but once I saw you I wasn't going to complain". She blushed and laughed, a playful giggle. She said that "it was definitely working, it was working so well she felt bad for me and was going to try and cheer me up".
"Well you did that the moment you flashed that smile at me", I tried my best to match her energy and said, "mission accomplished. Your reward is going home! Congrats!"
She yipped, clapped quickly, and gave me a hug as she thanked me for my service (it's a running joke in the military to thank each other for their service just as civilians do). I awkwardly did my best to hug back in the cramped seats, but all I could think of was how close she managed to get... I felt her incredibly soft skin on my neck. All of this woman's attention was on me, and I was loving it. She was sitting on the edge of her seat, knees towards me, blasting her energy out at me.. And I was soaking it all up, it truly was infectious.
She gasped and literally dragged her face across my cheek and into my neck, "Wow you're warm!" She exclaims.
"Well, uhh," I felt my second brain twitch for the first time in 6 months, I gently push her away... "what's your name weirdo?" I asked jokingly. "You haven't even bought me a drink yet."
She leaned back a bit with her hands in her lap and flashed another smile, "Luna!" She stuck out her lip in a playful pout, "But why am I a weirdo?!"
"Nobody is this friendly! You instantly changed my mood, women don't typically pass out all this good energy for free." I prodded at her, "You must want something, did your phone die and you need someone to steal an ear bud from for a movie?"
She tried to hide her smile, she let out a long drawn out "well", a pause, "my phone may or may not be dead, you may or may not have seen right through my plan... but I'm not trying to bribe you for it! I promise! I did actually want to cheer you up and I'm glad I did."
"Well, I'm Darren. And I do appreciate it. I've got a butt ton of movies we can choose from once you start to bore me. "
She slammed her hands on my upper knees and blurted out "Hey!" She glared at me, and I realized how stunning her eyes were. "I hate being boring, what's your job?"
I laughed out loud, "you hate being boring but that's your opener? That's literally the most basic military introduction question there is! "
"I know thaaaaat, but it's a dice roll! If we're similar then we know what we can and can't relate to. So, answer!" Her hands are still on my knees.
"I'm comm, user side." (communications, everything from the wall to the user)
Her hands glide up my legs a bit and she grips my thighs, I look down at her hands and back up to her to see a goofy smile and she glances away while inhaling a big breath as she pulls her hands back to her own lap, looks back to me and hollers "ME TOOOO!! Well, I'm comm too! But cloud side." (everything from the wall to the internet)
I chuckled again, "I can't imagine why they thought it was better to keep you away from people!" (Users rarely interact with specialists in her career field, I'm the one they see)
"I know right! It's probably because I'm just so irresistible" she says as she dramatically pretends to flip her hair (which she can't do because it's tightly tied back as required while in uniform)
"Well, nobody in comm isn't a nerd. So what's your nerd fetish?"
In a dramatic valley girl impersonation she squeals "oh my gosshhhh I am SO GLAD you asked." Back to her normal voice she giggles, "I love comics!"
She notices my eyes light up, and her lips part slightly as she waits for my response... I think to myself, God she's beautiful.
I ask "DC or Marvel?"
I notice she goes to reach for me again but catches herself, she must just be a really touchy person. I take note to invite it from now on... I start to think, I wouldn't actually mind at all if she touches me, I need to stop being negative about it immediately.
She exclaims "DC of course!"
I give her a blank face stare for a moment, I let out an "oh." I jump to stand up and act like I'm going to find another seat, I was already looking around by the time she grabbed my wrists and yelped "no no no don't leeeaavee mee!"
We laugh and I settle back in, her skin, every time it touches me I get distracted. It's shockingly soft.
I start the conversation back up, "I do prefer Marvel but I'm not die hard either way, I like both!"
"That's good, extremists bother me."
I open my eyes wide and mumble under my breath "You're pretty extreme." as I roll my eyes.
She swats the air and dismisses my comment, "I know I know that's why I can't stand others who act that way. I must reign Supreme!"
"Haha, you'll be fine as long as you don't oppose me."
"Oh yeah?" She glares at me.
"Yeah! I can already tell we'd be much better as partners in crime anyway. You'd make the zombie apocalypse list for sure, and just from your personality. And I don't even know any of your talents yet."
Again she leans in and rests her bodyweight on my legs, "No way... you have a list too?"
I smirk and lean in towards her, challenging her for space, this time I'm ready. But she doesn't budge. "Of course! Though, I do put much more effort into who I'd kill off, rather than who'd I'd kee-" she cuts me off by lurching forward even closer now, I feel her breathe on my face as her eyes soften, she bites her lip as she moans softly. Quickly following up with a loud "oh my God, YES!"
It came out overly sexual and drew the attention of those still settling in around us, it grew quiet for a moment as everyone stared at us. All they saw was a beautiful woman practically on top of me, I can only imagine the view. I couldn't help but laugh, she was soon to follow.
Time continued and she apologized, she explained she loves imagining how she'd deal with those who cross her in a zombie apocalypse. I respond with "isn't it the best?" I continue where I left off, "I spend way less time on who I'd keep around. That list is waaaayy smaller than who I wanna get rid of haha."
"Same here. I hate people."
"You? But you're so bubbly! "
"I know, I don't know how anybody couldn't love me, but some people man..."
"You sure are full of yourself you know that."
"I know."
"I mean, it's deserved, but God damn woman."
She laughs, "I don't know why but I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time, definitely not at all while on this deployment."
"Hey, same here. It's probably a combination of post-deployment relief and my glorious personality." She rolled her eyes at me but looked back and smirked. I continue, "This has been the most fun I've had in six months, and we haven't even taken off yet. You seem like a blast Luna, I'm glad you sat next to me."
She finally relaxed a bit and leaned back into her chair properly, she let out a long breath, closed her eyes for all of 2 seconds, then gazed over at me.. She flashed me a smile and said, "me too." The service chime plays,
"Bing-Bong..." It sounds like the mic is literally in his throat as the captain mutters over the speakers, "Flight attendants prepare for takeoff"
As we taxi to the run way we poked and prodded each other for a bit, deciding about which movie to watch. We took a short intermission as we climbed to cruising altitude, resting our eyes for a moment. Once those long haul planes take off they get very cold, so I pulled the whole "oh my headphones are short" trick so she had an excuse to cuddle up with me. I pulled up the middle arm rest so she could squeeze in. I produce a lot of body heat... more than most people. She was grateful.
Near the end of the movie she lifted her arm up randomly and touched it to my face, it was so cold it made me jump. I instantly grab her hand with both of mine and give her a hard time about being an icecube.
"Geeze! Are you alright? I've got my fleece here I'm not using, wrap up with this alright?"
She starts saying "no it's okay" as I'm wrapping my fleece around her. I grab her hand again and smother it, hers are tiny compared to mine so I completely encase them. She snuggles down into the seat and let's out a long murmur. Absolutely adorable. Once I got one hand to my temp I reached for her other hand, but it was under the fleece, so I dragged my hand from her shoulder down her arm and gently lifted her hand. I was doing all this while still watching but, when I got her hand in mine she nudged me... she had been staring at me. When I looked down to her, she mouthed a "thank you" and leaned her head against me. She fell asleep after the movie and I kept her warm while she slept.
Few hours later attendants came around for in flight meal and we got to bullshit back and forth again. I normally hate applying so much effort to conversation, but something about this woman... I mean, I totally wanted in her pants, even if she wasn't a nine I'd still want it. Six months is a long time okay.
But it wasn't just that, it was something else. It was like I actually enjoyed her company or something, the fuck is up with that? We were hitting it off so well, I started getting real ballsy.
I invited her to dinner with me later, after whenever we actually made it to our hotels, I told her I'd pick her up in an Uber. Her eyes lit up, she seemed genuinely excited to go out. "So where did you end up choosing to stay?" she asked.
"Well, I've got... uh, different, tastes so I chose an old fashioned style hotel down near the harbor (in Baltimore). It looked interesting so I figured why not."
"Oh?" She gives me a questionable look.
"Yea, it's one of those hotels where each room is individually named and themed. It's got a spa tub in the room, and classic gaudy decorations. My room is named 'The Equestrian' to give you an idea of how over the top it is."
She was blank face for most of this.
I ask, "What?"
"I can't tell if you're serious or not. Are you messing with me?"
"Haha, no! I was looking forever! I wanted something fun and I found it. They were doing a military special, it's a 4 star hotel that I got for per diem rate." (allowance given for lodging expenses).
"That... sounds incredible." She gazed off in disbelief, "I got a regular old room at the holiday inn." She pouted.
"Well we might end up having a ton of time on our hands, the forecast was calling for lots of snow so we might just get trapped. And my hotel room has a fireplace." I followed that one up with a wink.
She giggled and looked away.
"We'll see," she said through a smile.
I blushed hard at that. I thought to myself, that went well? Holy shit. My confidence was soaring at this point. I continue the game, "Hah, if you stay on good behavior I might just let you stay for a movie and drinks. Do you like sushi?"
She playfully rolled her eyes, "Of course I fucking like sushi."
"Good. How much time you want to shower and change before I pick you up?"
"Hmmmmm, two hours should be fine."
"Sounds like a plan, but gimme your number so I can spam call you if you get cold feet."
We chatted it up all the way off the plane and into the baggage claim. We called our separate rides and I scrubbed two days worth of grime off my skin. I was gonna try my darnedest to get her back to this hotel, and I didn't wanna watch no fuckin' movie.
I threw on my slacks and button up and made a reservation to a sushi joint I recognized in town, Katsuya.
I told the driver I'd be right back as I headed up to her room. As soon as I knocked on the door she opened up, she had to have been waiting right there. The first thing I noticed was her gorgeous hair, dirty blonde hanging in free flowing locks down to her nipple line.. Much more blonde than it had looked tied tightly in a bun. It made her eyes pop so much more. I stared at her for a moment with my hand still up from knocking... "Wow," I finally said. "You look incredible." I lowered my hand and my eyes wandered, I couldn't help it... She was wearing a low cut tightly fitted blouse that showed off her respectable bosoms. Nothing huge, but plenty to play with. She shifted her weight and cocked a hip out, in an exaggerated nasally voice she said "hey pal, my eyes are up here."
"I made my choice", I muttered, as my eyes continued downward.
Her figure was on full display, leggings exposed her thick athletic thighs. That was a hidden gem I couldn't see through her uniform. I dragged my eyes back up her body and she raised her eyebrows at me, genuinely surprised I continued after she busted me.
"You finished?" She asked.
"Yup, acceptable. I'll be happy to show you off tonight."
"Oh, I'm so glad you're pleased" she joked.
I chuckle, "let's go! Meters running."
She grabs her coat and we take off.
We walked in to Katsuya with my fully erect ego. I cannot describe this woman's energy well enough in text, I'm trying OK. But when we walked in, all eyes were on her. She was glowing. I order us some sushi platters and some sake, the whole time we're flirting constantly. Playfully bickering, bitching about the deployment, how much we hated our leadership, how trash DC is, and the food. We had nothing left when my phone rang and I saw the time... we had been talking for three hours just sipping our drinks and enjoying each others company. Time does not fly like that for me, ever, we were both shocked. But the phone call was my airline, notifying me that the entire airport was being shutdown due to the snow after all. Silently I was screaming YES! More time!
I lay the 'bad news' on her and she groans a bit too loudly, enough to draw the attention of our waiter and he hustles over to ask what the problem was. We both laugh and I ask for the check, I assure him it wasn't the food.
"I just wanna go hoooomeeee..." she mumbles facedown into the table.
"Who you telling... you only had to travel for 10 hours princess. I was with the origin group remember?"
"Yea you did kinda stink." Still face down into the table.
"Hah, I know. I was very grateful for your coconut."
She peaks at me, "you noticed?"
"How could I not? You were all over me."
She picked herself up so she could look at me, "you were grateful for that?"
"Well, I meant the smell.. But six months is six months, and you were getting me pretty excited so yea, I was absolutely grateful for that too."
She smirked, ignoring my second comment, "Nooo, you didn't smell that bad. It was just typical deployment man smell, It didn't bother me."
"I was hoping not, we were cuddling for hours."
"Thank you for that by the way, It was freezing on that flight."
"I got you covered, I make enough heat for the both of us."
I sign the check and get up to leave, she stays sitting looking defeated...
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I don't wanna split up yet!"
"Well yea, I didn't think we were. I got a fireplace remember?"
"Wait, so you were actually serious? ...but I don't have my stuff."
"What do you need stuff for?"
"For when I spend the night?"
I exaggerate my laugh, "who said you were spending the night?"
She blushes, embarrassed, she gets up to leave
"I'm just teasing Luna, we're gonna go get your stuff first."
She looks back, gives me a dramatic "HMPH" and walks outside.
I thank the waiter and jog after her, this woman loves drama. I catch her and turn her around. "You know I was just teasing, it's alright, I'm in to you too."
"You're.. In to me?" She's staring at me hard, looking for any hint of bullshit.
"Well yea. I wasn't teasing when I said you were the most fun I've had in 6 months, probably even longer. We've talked about more actual shit just today than I have with any woman. You make me feel comfortable too, I don't know what it is. I just feel like I can trust you, does that make sense?"
She stared back at me, her pouty face slowly turned into a smile and she said "Only because I'm feeling the same way towards you right now. Otherwise I'd call bullshit, also it sounds super cheesy. But for some reason I believe you, so it's okay."
"I'm sure this buzz is also helping it make sense."
She exaggerates a slur, "Probubbly," as we climb back into an Uber headed to her hotel.
I haul her heavy ass bag down three flights of stairs while she tells me to be gentle with it. I grunt as I lift her bag into the trunk.
"You're lucky youre fuckin' cool Luna."
"I know. I'm glad I sat next to ya."
I let out a quick silenced laugh as I squeeze into the tiny back seat with her.
"Me too."
I'm not exactly a small person, and as we were in a very small vehicle, so I was taking full advantage of the cramped space. I perfectly executed the stretch arm over maneuver, and she swiftly rested her head on my shoulder. We didn't speak for the entire Uber ride, though neither of us cared.
Chapter two coming soon and yes, she spends the night. ^\_^ | literotica |
Title: Objects in mirror are bigger than they appear... by Emberknight
Tags: Cum, Dragon, Feral, Growth, Hyper, M/M, M/solo, Macro, Violence (Not In Yiff)
The sun hung heavy in the sky, the midday heat tearing the shadows away from the forest. Shade was quickly becoming more of a commodity. The native bugs made their sounds in the pure heat of the area, the chorus only interrupted by the sounds of a steady hacking noise. Each crack came with the sound of splintering wood echoing across the forest, the trees themselves almost seeming to mourn the loss of one of their own, the echo hitting with a melancholy tone. The insects seemed to quiet down, almost waiting for the percussive heartbeat that joined the ranks of their choir. But this time, it didn't come.
Right by the lone trail through the forest stood a man, heaving and trying to keep his breath. His muscles were sore; his body glistened with the effort of his work as he leaned his strong form against the tree. He inspected his work, and to his surprise, a large chunk of the trunk was gone and scattered along the ground in small chips. He took a moment as his breath slowed to wipe the sweat from his brow with the shirt he had all but forgotten about once the heat picked up. Then he wiped some of the excess chips off of himself, cursing his luck. He shouldn't have been so eager to get to work. He should've thought about what he was going to do beforehand, instead of picking the first large tree that happened to be close to the road. If he had, he would've realized how old the tree was; he would've known how hard the wood was. But most importantly, he would've known how long it would've taken him. That was what he couldn't risk. Not right now.
It had been years since he had a chance like this, and another opportunity might not come through this part of the forest again. He knew that. And that was what led him to heft the axe to his shoulder again, his muscles burning and aching, swinging the heavy object and striking the tree with such a blow he could feel it through the very core of his body. His muscles tensed in a sort of revolt, but he ignored it, swinging again and again with a new fervor. He slammed into the tree with the axe, the necklace hanging on his bare chest seeming to swing in time with it, slapping against his body with every stroke.
The thought went through his mind about how much easier the task would be if he could just take away the necklace. He could snap this twig with no problem. But with the next swing, he gave the idea a bit more thought, remembering why he chose this method in the first place. No, it simply wouldn't do to not be a human right now. To lose something like that... Something that powerful... They'd be back. And when they returned, they would bring reinforcements. And if they saw him as anything else other than human, they would be coming after him wanting his head, and he simply couldn't have that. Not this time. Besides... The forest was too dense for him to be effective unless he was to clear an entire swath of trees. And that would be suspicious enough for anyone to turn around. They would believe one tree could fall over... Not an entire chunk of forest.
But the thoughts going through his mind distracted him enough to pull through the pain, the tree beginning to truly dip with each strike, the sound of splintering lasting for a longer time each time he struck the tree until finally, the tree's weight became its own demise, falling over and nearly taking out the one that cut it down in the first place. He found himself running quickly, losing his ax in the process. But with that, the deed was done. The tree was lying on its side, and now came the next part... He lightly rubbed at his sore arms, but with the excitement of his recent victory, he proceeded to bring himself close to the massive tree, shaking his head as he found the mass of the tree too much for him to handle. He swore quietly to himself, but looking at it a bit more carefully, the tree was so large it covered most of the road already. With that, he smiled to himself, and began the next part of his plan, looking around quickly for his ax. Upon finding it, he waited quietly, pulling an apple from his bag and biting into it, savoring the flavor.
It was a long day, one of the longest of the year it felt to him. The temperature seemed to simply rise, but he took it in stride. Nothing would detract him from his goal now. He was simply too close. But as the sun burned his skin, he did begin to feel a bit of despair. What if they turned a different way? What if he heard wrong in the first place? A chance like this ruined because of his own carelessness? He wouldn't have it. Then again, if he was careless, he wouldn't have what he was seeking anyway. He cursed himself out a bit more, but he held himself close to the fallen tree, hiding behind another tree that was offering some shade. For that alone he counted his blessings.
Hours passed as the sun slowly sank from the sky, and with it, so did his hope. He clutched the ax at his side, and found himself walking a bit from his post by the tree so he could get home. But that's when he heard it. Far off at first, but definitely echoing. His heart jumped quickly in his chest. This had to be it. There was no other way something so coincidental could happen. So he did it. He waited for them to get closer and closer. He heard the horses. They were tired... Already pushed to such an extreme. They would probably stop in a neighboring town to be able to finally swap out. They couldn't risk stopping with something like this. He heard them calling out about something ahead, and to his concern, he also heard them send out the guards to search the area. Slowly, he heard them getting closer- two of them in particular were very close. He waited for them to pass, which in the darkness that had settled in around him, he hid well against his tree, especially against their half-hearted efforts. But they were tired. And they were careless. And with a quick strike from the wooden handle of his ax, he finally gave them what they wanted, even if he was a bit worried that he hit the second one a bit too hard. But with that, he moved quickly, coming up around the side of the carriage. As he got closer to the carriage though, he noticed how the horses began to shift impatiently, getting very worried suddenly. It wasn't uncommon. Horses are creatures and they know the fear of a predator being close by. So they were simply reacting to the nearby predator, which was only right with him being so close. Even if the medallion kept him covered, it wouldn't hide his scent, and if the horses could tell, well, he'd simply have to move quicker. From here, though, he didn't have too much of a plan.
There were two more guards staying with the carriage, not to mention the people inside. But as the other two guards regrouped, he began to realize he had a bit of a problem. Especially when they started calling out for their companions. He started to get nervous. Everything was beginning to fall through rather quickly. But as luck would have it, they began to look for the other two, only one staying behind to guard the carriage. He practically ran out there, and though this one at least noticed him, he didn't live long enough to say anything about it. And with that, he was inside the carriage just as fast. This time, it didn't take much more persuasion. The horses began to run in fear, and when they did, they broke their reins on the overturned tree, one of them struggling, but finally getting free. The noble inside was not happy, but seeing the state of affairs, there wasn't much he could honestly do. Even the rapier he intended to use was useless in such a close proximity. Because of that, he lost his rapier and quickly became a negotiation tool, his wife remaining quiet the entire time. He dragged the noble out into the open, where, despite the crash, the other three guards stood. But with a hostage in his arms, they stumbled, not quite knowing what to do, which gave him a leverage as the rapier's blade was quickly coated, two out of the three falling to the ground gripping at themselves. The other one made a lunge, but even with his speed and advantage, only managed to nick the rogue's arm some but the noble a bit more as he went limp, his body quickly falling to the floor. With that distraction gone, the rogue pressed for the advantage, ax in one hand, and rapier in the other. His body kept to the side, though, and as he pressed the advantage, he rarely stopped until the guard found himself against a tree. With that he dropped his sword. To be fair though, the rogue now had a dilemma. He simply couldn't kill an unarmed man. But he could put the man into the carriage, blade effectively locking one exit, an ax holding the other. And with that done, he could effectively claim his prize.
He climbed to the top of the carriage where a few things were wrapped tightly in burlap, confusing him. But as he pulled the stuff away, his heart dropped. This was not what he had heard about. It looked like a family was moving if anything. Certainly, a few of the objects looked antique and beautifully handmade, but if he wanted furniture, he would've bought it himself. He found it pathetic that he could fall to some sort of rumor. He nearly kicked the whole thing, but that's when the mirror at the bottom caught his eye. Certainly there wasn't any way they could confuse this for anything as powerful as the rumors told. But magic does have an affinity towards magic, and as such, he felt some of its power radiating off of it. To think... He killed for this? Hardly worth it. But he thought on it, and it would look nice enough in his den... So without much more of a thought, he picked it up and took off down the road with it, eventually straying off and towards a lake where he cleaned himself off from the day's excuse for a profitable excursion. Stripping himself of the mismatched leather that kept his body safe and the underlying clothing, he cursed himself for being slow. Certainly, it wasn't more than a nick to his arm, but if the blade had been poisoned, which could've been a very real possibility if he wasn't doing all this work for a damnable excuse for... No. There simply wasn't time or place for that. What was done was done, and he would keep the mirror to serve his memory. He waded deeper into the water, the chill from the surrounding water easing his sore muscles, even going as far as chilling him to the very bone. The water rippled around his body, stretching out back to the shore. The effect overall calmed him as he listened, a different choir of insects claiming the night air, a few fireflies lighting up like tiny stars, drawing his attention to the inky black sky above him, drawing a sense of longing out of him.
He thought upon days gone by, taking each memory in turn, holding it up to his mind's eye and inspecting it. With each memory, whether good or bad, he found himself sinking into the water more and more as the water slowly seemed to warm around him. Faces he once knew, places he once traveled, all of it went through his mind as he found himself getting more tired. Exhaustion sunk in and it became harder for him to stand, let alone keep himself above the water as his thoughts ran through his mind faster, almost making him unable to think. He found himself looking at his dreams, his fears, his life's goals and aspirations. He remembered nearly every thought that he had ever had about his shortcomings, and every success he ever had was there, too. He found himself struggling to get to the shore, his mind was so overburdened with thoughts, but as he did so, arms struggling against the silt, he noticed the hue that the mirror was giving off, and without a second thought quickly cut the link of magic that was binding him to the mirror, almost heaving a sigh of laughter as he collapsed from mental exhaustion.
It took time to recover. That much he knew when he was able to think again. But when he did come around, he found himself bolting upright, quickly running over to his reflection, a bit fearful for what he might see. The magic that was consuming his mind was a powerful one at the very least and its consequences could've been very dire. At the very least, it did make him question taking such a powerful object, especially when he didn't know what it did. But regardless... Everything seemed better now. At least everything felt right. So without giving the mirror a second chance, he found himself grabbing onto the medallion on his chest, another source of power, putting it away and locking it tight in a small box as his current form seemed to fall away completely, leaving a massive dragon in its wake. He smiled as he felt his power surging back to him, shaking off some of the slight pain and tension that always accompanied the removal of his charm. He stretched out his wings a few times, putting himself into the water, his tail quickly swiping over the ground to remove his paw prints, even going far enough to even cover the sinkholes where his claws were. Then he quickly grabbed the mirror by his tail and took off, the first half of the takeoff very difficult coming straight from the water, mixed with getting used to his normal musculature. But as he got used to it, his takeoff stabilized as the earth fell beneath his wings, trees bending against the wind kicked up from his wings. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the wind across his scales, hearing it whistle as it passed his horns and mane. The night sky surrounding him was more of a comfort than anything, and the mirror simply felt dormant. And with a quick flight home, he was more than eager to finally be able to rest. Putting the mirror deep within his den for further study later, he curled himself up and found his mind and body giving in to the idea of sleep, his body grateful to finally be relaxing.
A cave can make a lot of different noises. Sometimes, it is the simple dripping of water. Sometimes trembling in the earth even leads to pieces of the cave collapsing upon itself. And the dragon knew all of the noises and then some. As his eyes snapped open, he knew this wasn't any of them. He pulled his body up to all fours, the muscles straining a bit in a mix of tired and physical exhaustion. But there was that noise again, and with a growl, claws digging into the floor of his den, the beast tore off deeper into his cave, light illuminating his home as he drove himself forward, the walls seeming to respond to his presence. His heart was pounding as his forelegs dragged his body forward, powering through the pain with a rage he rarely ever felt. So help him... Someone in his den? No one had ever been stupid enough to try it. But there was a first for everything. There it was... The last corner. He almost slammed into the wall trying to navigate it, his element flaring around him as he gave a roar, wings spreading quickly, a blast of fire spouting forward. As smoke and ember cleared, he stood amidst the aftermath, poised to finish the job. But there was no job to finish. The dragon looked on with a curiosity and fear as another being did stand in the most hidden spot in his entire den, but that being... Well, was him.
The dragon blinked as he stared on in a mixture of surprise and confusion, his eyes running over every feature of the other beast. But no matter how he tried to eliminate the possibility, the only striking difference he could notice was that the other one looked amused, a deep set grin on his snout, an expression he recognized immediately.
"What the hell are you doing in my den? And who are you?"
"*You were the one to invite me in here, were you not? As far as your second question... Who do you think I am? I'm you."*
Now was the dragon's turn to be smug, almost laughing but pulling himself back to the situation at hand just as quickly. His eyes drifted across the other dragon's body as he started circling around him, hoping to find a flaw, but not finding one.
"Excuse me. I don't remember inviting you. Care to tell me how you assumed I did, then?"
"*Come now you're smarter than that. I know you are. You never directly invited me. But you did drag that mirror in here quick enough. And considering there's blood on your claws from how badly you must've wanted it, I would believe I was invited."*
"You expect me to believe you came..."
There it was. He felt it assaulting his mind so strongly he didn't know why he didn't notice it earlier. There was magic... It hung in the room, making even the air he breathed feel heavy. He ran to the mirror, but looking on the glass, it didn't even so much as give a reflection any more, everything having been drawn out of the mirror. He turned around to the dragon, fear spiking hard enough to make him shudder. The beast had moved in front of the only exit and was watching him with that same smile. Though... Was it twisted just a bit?
"*That's right. I did. But you see, I'm more than you. Look at you... Such a pitiful sight for a dragon, aren't you? Tell me... What is it that you want? I could make you better... I could."*
The words were so familiar... They seemed to reach into the furthest depths of his mind. He blinked a few times, the words not quite sinking in. Almost like he heard an echo. He looked at the dragon, but the beast's expression seemed unchanging.
"Come now. I'm not stupid. You'll give me what I want... At a price, of course. And then what? Leave me with the repercussions. I'm not that desperate."
"*Aren't you? You can't lie to yourself. Let's see... What is it that you want, hmmm? Let's search those memories of yours again. Ah. What brought you to steal this 'little' trinket? Clearly you weren't desperate. Especially not desperate enough to end another."*
"I was told this was something more. Not some worthless piece of..."
He didn't even have time to finish as something hit him. His legs gave out beneath him as he fell to the floor. His mind flashed with more thoughts than he could handle, his breathing spiking higher, his pulse quickening. And yet, just as quickly as he fell to the floor, the other dragon swiped at him, rolling him over onto his back with strength unmatched. The dragon looked at the doppelganger, fear in his eyes as he saw the beast take a stance right above him, the forepaws surrounding his head on either side as he looked up at the dragon. His nostrils were flared, fire dripping from his maw.
"*I'm worthless? Look upon yourself, if you dare. I see right through you, dragon. Is this what you wanted, dragon? Strength? You don't even know. You think strength is what you want? Anyone can have strength if they want it."*
The dragon blinked again as the figure above him started to shift. At first, it didn't seem like much, nothing more than the beast tensing. But it kept going and that's what made the dragon begin to fear. The beast's scales started to tug, each one slowly struggling to contain the muscle underneath. He pulled his focus away from the beast's forelegs only to be staring at his chest which practically seemed to swell with every breath the beast took, his draconic form taking up more and more space. He looked down, that grin having returned, but even that looked a bit different as even his face seemed to change a bit, his snout longer, broader to keep in shape with the rest of his form. Certainly dragons are not small creatures, but this beast easily shot down others with his size, and he was still growing as his voice rang out, once again assaulting the dragon's mind just as much as his ear drums.
"*If you could only push yourself more... Work harder instead of playing around wasting your time on these, what were your words? Oh yes... 'Worthless trinkets'. You could look like this, you know. And yet, even this form. It's not what you wanted, is it, you drake? What you wanted was the feelings associated with it. The size... The muscles... Mmmm... Yes... I see it now... You wanted the power that all this equivocates out to, don't you? The raw power... There it is. To feel the Earth quaking beneath you. To know that towns and cities shudder when you will it."*
The beast paused, his size soon practically double the other dragon's, that grin finally turning to show what was really at heart, a more feral grin accompanying the beast's laughter as he laughed into the dragon's mind. The dragon surged to the size of the area, and even went further, his muscles pressing into the rocks from the mountain that sealed in his home. And then, much to the dragon's surprise, he heard it... The unmistakable sound of rock buckling, breaking against the might of the beast's form, his muscles surging out, scales tearing as he felt his home... His mountains giving up and collapsing, as the fresh air and sun from outside poured in. The beast tensed once more, the dragon's head stuck between the muscled forearms as the sinuous strands beneath flexed, bulging out the scales to a point that was almost tearing the beast apart at the seams, and yet, they held together, the beast laughing all the deeper, looking down one last time as the dragon felt himself blushing in the other's presence.
"*Ah... So you figured it out, then. Yes, dragon... I know everything about you. Must hurt to even think you are anything less than an alpha, doesn't it? Poor dragon didn't like raising his tail for another, did he? Or perhaps you did, not that it much matters. I see you for what you're worth... The strength... The power... None shall ever take you again, will they? That will be your job and no one will ever steal that from you again, hmmm? But being like this comes with its own problems, you should know. The need to breed... To claim others... I don't even think you know what it feels like, do you? Those little urges you get occasionally are nothing in comparison to what an alpha goes through."*
His words slowly became lost on the dragon as his range of motion came back to him. He struggled as his muscles and movement began to work. But finally, he managed to crane his head backwards just in time to feel something wet and hot splattering his snout, suddenly overcome but the strong scent of the other beast's musk. And with that, he immediately squirmed to get away, but even as the thought went through his mind, he felt the ground beneath him quake as the massive dragon above him quickly repositioned himself over the other dragon, grinning a bit as he pressed a paw down against the dragon, the weight almost unbearable as he chuckled, this time the timbre losing all pretense of anything but evil. He reared back ever so slightly, and the dragon looked on in shock as another load of pre was emptied over his body, the musk almost... Intoxicating. The beast above him was the epitome of a dragon meant for breeding, two massive shafts bulging and competing for attention, glistening in a musky sort of lubricant, drooling wherever they happened to point at the time. And each one swollen at the base with a knot so thick, he couldn't imagine another creature that could take something of that girth. But perhaps what was most impressive was what happened to hide behind those shafts. His balls were so heavy; they practically spilled out over the dragon's tail and the ground. The scales were taut, and they practically seemed to visibly pulse and swell from the production of the beast's essence. The dragon found himself blinking suddenly, his attention suddenly torn as another spray of hot pre hit him square on the snout, this one causing a needy grunt to come from his snout, this stream of pre coming from his own shafts. He squirmed as the beast pulled back a bit, his snout slowly leaning down from its height, sniffing over the dragon's crotch before rubbing his snout roughly against the dragon's shafts, the pressure making them pulse and shoot a few more ropes of that pre all over his body, the beast looking on in earnest interest.
"*That's right... Look at you. You couldn't ever be an alpha... Not like this. Look how your body begs for me... Deep down, is this what you want? Even more than all the power, losing it yourself to something so much bigger. Go ahead. Spray your essence all over yourself, dragon. Real alphas save their seed to breed... Real alphas empty themselves in another being. But you'll see that firsthand won't you?"*
Deep down in his mind, he begged to yell out, to tell the other dragon to stop. Even if it was what he wanted, the other dragon was too big. A female couldn't take him, let alone a male like him. But all that came out of his snout was another needy whimper as the dragon slammed his hot pulsing shafts against his body, the slick flesh quickly running the length of the dragon's body, coating him in the dragon's slick scent. But even as the massive dragon did it, the golden scaled dragon beneath found himself grinding back against those hot spires, not even noticing as his own body began to swell. The beast pulled back, looking over his work, seeing how covered the dragon was and smiled as the dragon started hitting an increased level of arousal. His body temperature picked up and the beast felt his body as it begged for more, his hindpaws going as far as to try to wrap around one of those gigantic monoliths, suddenly being rewarded as the cock slit opened wide, pouring more of the beast's hot sticky pre right over his snout. The dragon opened his snout wide for it even, taking in the taste... The scent, and found himself whining more, his body tensing up a few more times, not even noticing how aroused he was truly getting, his own body starting to mimic the larger beast's as the size slowly started to even out.
The beast growled a bit louder, looking over the dragon and actually found himself enjoying it. He let loose a deep growl as he ground his shafts one last time against the shifting dragon. And as he pulled away, he decided it was more than time, especially seeing the way the dragon squirmed... So eager to please. His body needed this. Both their bodies did. And with that thought, he lined himself up against the dragon, grinding the tip against the dragon's tail over and over again, almost finding himself becoming frustrated when suddenly, he felt the give in the scales he was looking for, the dragon's body clenching terribly at the intrusion. He looked at the dragon as panic seemed to come across his features, but with one paw suddenly pressing down on the dragon's chest, he rammed himself into the tight beast, the dragon roaring out so loud, it echoed, the vibrations coursing through the mountain itself and causing rockslides down the slopes. But it didn't even stop there, the beast not wasting any time for the dragon to adjust as he quickly pulled out and shoved himself in over and over again. The beast roared out himself this time as he felt the dragon's body moving with his pace, every time he pulled out causing the dragon's whole backside to lift off the ground. But that wasn't even near enough to appease the beast. Even as he slowly teased himself, his other shaft was drooling over the dragon, forcing his body bigger, larger... More massive as muscles seemed to swell out, taking on the beast's form as golden scales pressed against each other from both dragons, their muscles pressing in against each other and grinding and pressing for space as the trio of cocks were lost between the behemoth's mighty forms, eliciting growls as pre began to pool around the two breeding beasts. But as he felt those muscles welling up and rising beneath him, he decided to finish it as the dragon began to try and pull the beast in closer.
The beast let his tail slowly slide around, helping to angle his other shaft, and this time when he bucked his hips in, he did it with a new found force, his roar bellowing out to the world as the walls seemed to come down from around the two beasts, the mountain not able to contain their weight as their pre practically seemed to melt the rock itself beneath them. The dragon roared as well as pain seemed to hit him, his jaw suddenly clenching as the pressure almost seemed unbearable. The force made his whole body feel as if it were going to collapse, and even when the dragon thought the beast would give him a moment to rest and adjust, he pulled himself out, already setting a quick rhythm. His thrusts became more forceful as he started to moan louder, his balls seeming to swell even more. His scales truly struggled now to hold his balls together, and his body felt a new need arise that never did before as the beast's own spell was becoming too powerful even for him. He was too potent, and if he didn't blow soon, his body wouldn't be able to handle it anymore. The beast began to truly thrust, the dragon suddenly fearing for himself as both paws came to rest on his chest, crushing him into the ground as the beast rammed himself in with a vigor that was nearly unmatchable. The dragon soon blew himself, constricting against the beast's shaft, holding them steady and not letting them in any deeper, even as the beast tried to thrust and tried to hilt himself. He felt his scales begin to tug, though, and with that, he found a new need overwhelming him as he dug his claws into the dragon's thick chest scales, managing to even pierce them slightly as the behemoth's haunches slammed into the golden dragon, his cocks suddenly swelling incredibly as they tried emptying their heavy burdens, but to little avail as the dragon continued through his climax. The pressure was too much and his cocks were too thick. But the beast, desperate to relieve himself, clenched and flexed his massive spires, his cum slit finally opening up and blowing his immense load. The dragon suddenly felt the heat from the beast's load from deep within him, his paws reaching to his belly from the pressure suddenly welling up within him, but it was nothing as the beast's second volley shoot even harder, his body rearing back as his balls, rising up, though still so filled with seed as to keep the beast's leg spread wide, his knots finally driving in as he rams himself in on the way down, hilting himself with a possessive roar, three more pulses filling the dragon up as they felt the ground beneath them giving way much like a sandcastle on a beach, their size making the mountain's negligible by now as another blast of the beast's seed fills the dragon up even more, his belly swelling and visibly distending with each shot as it makes the dragon groan. Somehow, he finds the words, begging the beast to pull out, but his words are cut short, the beast, with a heated snarl, presses his whole body in close, his jaw wrapping around the dragon's neck, cutting off the words, his jaw like a vice as the beast continues to hump into the dragon for minutes, finally ending himself with a very final thrust, giving a satisfied snarl as he pulls his body away from the dragon, then falling against him, the illusion finally breaking and becoming part of the dragon himself as he finds himself opening his eyes. He looked around himself, blinking, and as he went to roll over, the ground shook beneath him, a large crack shooting out from his body and towards the horizon as he smirks in self-satisfaction, before his mind took a hold of him. He felt the way his balls dragged along the ground, his shaft leaking and coating the forest beneath his massive body. He felt his cocks pulsing harder as something seemed to hit him from within, his claws digging deep into the earth as he felt his tail hiking up more and more as his body was doing something he wasn't used to. Pleasure coursed through his body as he clenched, his cocks suddenly feeling full. The beast even chanced a look between his legs, but there, pressing in against his forepaws were his twin shafts, ready to burst. The dragon's muscles bulged one last time as suddenly the beast moaned loudly a few times finally cumming like he had never before. The streams shot out over a mile, the next load going further as the beast's hips bucked, his body doing what it had to do to help him out. Already, heat was rising up from the rivers of white dragon seed covering the forest, flooding it as the dragon's sac pulled in snug to his body, the beast collapsing in his own flood of spunk, practically sending ripples of it as he collapsed, his breathing ragged and torn, his cocks still spouting off load after load beneath him. He found himself blacking out as the climax continued to rack his body, his shafts rutting against the very earth to finish himself off, but as the beast finally settled down aside from empty contractions, covered all over his chest and belly with his own thick musky essence, he heard a voice from deep within his mind, echoing through as he looked to the distance.
"*The job of an alpha is a tough one. Best hurry. Two hours at most before those orbs make more than you can handle."* | FSE |
Title: Growing Up Gay in High School - Book 1: Freshman Year - Chapter 5 by Tyrant Dragon
Tags: Fox, Golden Retriever, Handjob, M/M, Story Progression
When I woke up the following morning, I pulled my phone out immediately. After that, though, I kind of just started at it. "So, now what?" I thought, "Are Colin and I dating now? Should I text him? This is all so new to me I'm not too sure what to do."
As I continued pondering what my course of action should be, my phone began to vibrate. I picked it up and realized it was a text from Colin. "Good morning babe. Hope this doesn't wake you." It read.
"Already he's calling me babe?" I thought out loud, "Isn't that too soon?"
I was so confused and unfortunately, I really couldn't talk to my parents about this kind of thing. I then realized that I should respond.
"Good..morning...No..you...didn't...wake..me..up.." I said.
I hit the O.K button on my phone and watch the little envelope travel into the back of the phone. I waited about 30 seconds before my phone vibrated again.
Colin: You wanna go get some breakfast so we can talk?
"Did he read my mind?" I thought outloud.
Me: Sure, will your mom come get me? Colin: No, I'll get you on my bike. What's your address? Me: 205 Brandenberry Ct. Colin: Give me one sec to Mapquest it.... Me: Alright. Colin: Alright, you don't live too far away. I didn't think so. I'll be there in 15 min. Me: See you then.
I closed my phone and went downstairs to look for my mom.
"Hey mom, I'm going to go to breakfast with Colin this morning. We're going to talk about the dance and stuff." I lied.
"Alright, honey. Just be careful, alright?" she said.
"You know I always am." I said, heading towards the door.
I walked outside. It was a gorgeous fall day. It wasn't too hot but not too cold. It was simply perfect. I saw a figure turn the corner way down the street on my right hand side. The figure was on a bike but I couldn't tell if it was Colin at first. Unfortunately, me being a little near-sighted didn't help either. As I continued to stare at the figure blankly, my phone began to vibrate. I took it out and realized it was a text from Colin. It read: I'm on your street. Be there in 2.
Alright, so it definitely is him. He turned into my driveway and got off the bike, walking immediately up to me and hugging me.
I had just experienced a feeling I had never felt before. It felt so right in his arms. I felt his warmth transfer into me. It was amazing. It then dawned on me that I couldn't afford my parents seeing this. I pushed away.
"What's wrong? Is everything alright?" he asked immediately.
"Yeah, everything's fine. The thing is, my parents don't know and I really can't afford them seeing us acting like this." I said.
"Oh, totally understandable. Alright, lets get going then." he said, turning around and beginning to walk towards his bike.
He picked it up and got on the seat.
"You don't mind riding on the back, do you?" he asked, grinning.
It took me a very brief moment to catch the hidden meaning behind that statement and I smiled back and got on. I did my best to make myself comfortable. I was never good at staying balanced on these things.
After a little bit of struggling, I managed to get on and we were off. I put my arms around Colin's waist. I then rested on my head on his shoulder. Now, I was really comfortable. I smiled to myself and sighed in relief.
"Comfy?" he asked, grinning.
"Very." I said, smiling widely now, "You?"
"Not entirely. I'll be alright though." he said.
I thought about that statement for a moment and thought about what I could do to help him make himself more comfortable. I mean, even though we just started building something, we really didn't hold back last night. I reached down and grabbed his sac.
"How about now?" I asked slyly.
"Mmph..much better." he moaned out.
"Good..." I said, smiling.
I continued to fondle with his sac. He had a good size sac for a freshman. I'm not complaining. I started to fell his dick come out slowly and I murred softly. I kissed his neck.
"How far is this place we're going to?" I asked in between kisses.
"We'll be there in 5 min. Who cares, though? Don't stop." he panted out.
I chuckled and continued my actions. His member continued to come out slowly. I felt his member through his shorts and realized he was already at about 5 inches and I would say he was about semi to three quarters hard.
"How big are you?" I asked. I might as well get that out of the way.
"I'm about seven and a half inches." he said.
"Damn. Nice. You have a solid inch and a half on me." I said, kind of embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it." he said, taking a paw to run it along the side of my face, almost like he could read my thoughts that I was embarrassed.
I then remembered that he had loose shorts on. I reached in and grabbed his dick. It was another amazing feeling. He had such a nice piece of meat to touch. I grabbed it firmly and stroked it slowly. He continued to moan.
"Unfortunately, we're here." he said, chuckling.
He locked his bike up and when he stood up, I realized that there was still a significant bulge in his shorts. Even though the shorts were loose, it couldn't hide that nice piece of meat.
"We'll have to take care of that sometime soon." I said, chuckling.
He laughed and we walked in. We asked for a table for two and were seated instantly. The bus boy brought us water and waited for our waiter to come take our orders.
"Alright, so I think we should talk about us." Colin said.
"I would agree." I replied.
"Listen, I wanted to apologize for last night. I think I went a little too far. You see, I'm sort of new to this whole thing and I wasn't sure what my next move should've been, so I kind of just went for it. I hope you're not mad at me..." he said.
"No, of course not. If anything, I was nervous too. It felt really great what we did last night." I said, smiling.
He took my paw.
"I'm cool with doing some small things like what we've done. We can wait for a little while before we get into more intense things." he said.
"I'm really glad to hear you say that. It's really taken a burden off my shoulders that I had this morning. I was confused." I said, blushing.
"Yeah. I kind of actually felt the same way too. I'm glad that we cleared all this up. And I really enjoyed what just happened now." he said, smiling.
"Speaking of which..." I said, taking foot and putting it on top of his still somewhat hard member. I really don't have a foot fetish but I couldn't reach across.
"We still need to take care of this..." I said, chuckling.
He murred softly.
"And how do you want to do that?" he asked slyly.
"Well, I can give you a hand job. If that's too much, we don't have to." I said.
"You really think I would mind denying a hand job from such a sexy fox?" he said, chuckling, "I just don't want you to feel that we're going too fast. If you're uncomfortable, we don't have to right now. It can wait." he continued.
"Would I have asked you if I didn't want to do it?" I said, smiling.
"Well, let's eat first. This obviously isn't going to happen right here. I know a pretty good spot." he said, winking.
I nodded. I was kind of surprised that our waiter had taken as long as he did to come to take our order. I ordered some chocolate chip pancakes and Colin ordered crepes. As we waited, I began to think about later today. I must be really weird, but I thought about what I was going to do. I mean, porno I've seen and stuff I've read, the people are depicted as professionals. I'm sure they weren't the best on their very first try. I didn't want to displease him. I've never done it before and I could mess it up. Then again, how hard can a hand job be? I think I shouldn't have any issues.
Our food had finally arrived and we had some small talk while we ate. We exchanged our interests and typical things that I guess one would on their first date. We finished fairly quickly. Colin asked for the bill immediately after. The waiter brought it and I began to take out my wallet.
"No. It's on me today." he stated, yanking the bill away before I could take a look at it.
"Oh come on now. You don't have to pay for me." I said.
"You're right. I don't have to." he said.
"Thank you." I replied, reaching for the bill.
He pulled it away,
"But I want to." he said, smiling.
I rolled my eyes.
"Fine! You get this one." I said, getting up.
We went to the counter, Colin leaving a three dollar tip behind. He went up and paid, got his change, and we walked out. He unchained his bike and I got on the back. It was much easier this time. Once we were situated, Colin pedaled off. I put my head back on his shoulder and wrapped my hands around his waist.
"So where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see." he slyly said.
I chuckled softly. I was so comfortable. I could fall asleep.
"You're nervous." Colin stated.
"What makes you say that?" I shot back, trying to cover myself.
"Your heart is racing. Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked in a concerned tone.
"Yes." I said quickly.
"Alright...We're almost there. Close your eyes." he commanded.
I did as I was told. Shit. I couldn't believe that he caught me that I was nervous. I didn't want him to be concerned for me.
"Alright, open them." he commanded again.
I opened them slowly. It was a breath taking scene. I got off the bike and took a look around. There was a lake in front of us and trees all around. I had never been in this area so I didn't know about it. There was a path behind us which explains why it wasn't a bumpy road getting here.
I just sat there staring. I bet I kind of looked like an idiot. My trance was broken by Colin walking towards the lake and taking his shirt off.
"Damn...." I thought to myself, "Are we going for a swim?" I immediately thought afterwards. He laid down not too far from the lake and turned around,
"Are you coming? I don't bite. Hard." he said, chuckling.
I walked forward and took a seat next to him.
"Oh come on now. Make yourself comfortable. Take your shirt off, lay your head down. I want to see that sexy upper body of your yours." he said, chuckling.
I smiled back, slightly blushing. It was amazing. I had really just met the guy and I felt so comfortable around him. I was kind of anal about showing my upper body to the public. However, I really didn't mind it around Colin. I took my shirt off and laid back. Colin put his arm around me and I moved over to be able to put my head on my chest. He felt so warm. I could feel his heart beating. It was so relaxed.
"Better?" he asked, grinning.
"Much." I said, running my hand along his chest.
Oh my God...his chest felt so amazing. It was so smooth. I ran my hand over his stomach, feeling his toned six-pack. I moved up towards his pec, running a few of my fingers over his nipple, giving it a small pinch. He murred softly and chuckled at my action. He ran his hand along my back and my side. I shivered slightly. It felt so different. One can always imagine but it's different when one actually experiences it.
I felt him kiss my forehead. I looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back down upon me. I leaned up slowly and closed my eyes. I could sense him moving closer as well. Our lips made contact. I put my one paw on the side of his face. This was my first kiss with another guy and it was one that I really felt close to. I felt no cares in the world right now. I didn't care that I had homework that was due to tomorrow that I hadn't even started yet. I was with someone that I really cared for and having the time of my life right now.
He was the first one that broke the kiss. I was slightly disappointed for a brief moment until I realized that he was moving down to my neck. I tilted my head to the side to provide him with more room and closed my eyes. It was another first feeling and it was great. It was one that I could not get tired of.
I moved back shortly after and Colin had a confused expression on his face. He looked so cute. I kissed him softly on the lips and pushed him back. He lay back on the ground and I leaned in to kiss his neck. He moaned softly. I decided to not hold back much longer. I wanted to please him now. I moved my hand over his shorts. He was already practically fully hard. I tugged on his shorts and he moved his hips up so I could pull them down. His member flopped out and was finally free, the tip glistening from the pre that had already leaked out.
I moved my paw down over his stomach and grabbed his member softly. He tensed up for a moment and I could feel it. He began to moan. "Hm...I haven't even started anything yet. He might be a little bit of a screamer." I thought, smiling to myself.
I started stroking slowly. He had such a nice piece of meat. It was so smooth. When my hand got up to his tip, more pre leaked out. I moved back down in a slow motion. He was moaning a little louder now.
"This feels so amazing..." he panted out.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it." I said, moving my head down.
I wanted to try something different. I've always wanted to suck on another's nipple. I didn't want to hurt him, though, so I knew that I'd have to be really careful. I kissed along his chest periodically, still continuing my stroking motions on his member. It was slightly difficult for me to keep both motions going at the same time. I wasn't entirely sure why but it was.
I had finally reached his nipple and I licked the tip of it. He shivered. I guess this is where his weak spot was, at least one of them. I put the whole thing in my mouth and suckled softly, being extremely careful not to bite it at all. He moved his paw to the top of my head and stroked me slowly. I decided to move my attention back towards his dick. I picked up my stroking pace and then felt a bulge towards the bottom. His knot was beginning to form. It was still fairly early but I didn't expect him to last that long the first time. I guess I was doing a much better job than I thought I would.
I took my other hand and gave his knot a squeeze. His cock leaked more pre and he moaned loudly.
"Hmph..fuck..." he panted out.
I picked up my pace of stroking while continuing to squeeze his knot. I leaned back up and met him with a deep kiss. I could feel his tongue wanting entrance. I opened my mouth slightly wider and felt it slide in. I wrapped my own around his and we began to do I guess a little tongue wrestling. He was the first to break the class.
"I'm getting close..." he said.
"Shoot your nice load..." I commanded now.
He started panting heavier. I turned my attention back to his dick again and saw his knot had increased even more. I picked up my stroking pace. I kissed his neck softly.
"Here it comes..." he panted out.
He moaned out loudly and I could feel his cock beginning to pulse in my hand. In the next moment the first shot came out and landed on my face. The next shot landed at his upper chest and the rest landing on his stomach. "Damn, he can shoot a load." I thought. After a few moments, his orgasm died down and we just laid there.
"That was amazing..." he said slowly, petting my head.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I said happily.
"You look so cute covered in my cum." he said, chuckling.
He leaned in and licked off the cum that fell by mouth and cheek. I leaned in shortly afterwards to lick the cum that landed on his body. It then dawned on me that this would be the first time that I would taste another guy's cum. I've tried my own and I wasn't completely fond of it. I didn't want to spoil the moment for him so I started at the cum that landed on his upper body. I licked it slowly. It didn't taste that bad. I licked it clean and slowly moved towards his stomach. He murred softly during the whole process.
After he was clean, I went back up and put my head on his pec. He wrapped his arm around me and we just laid there. I ran my hand over his now a little matted stomach. We must have just laid there for a good twenty minutes. We didn't say a word. We just savored the moment. It was incredible.
My phone suddenly began to vibrate. I took it out and realized that it was my mom calling. I groaned.
"Who is it?" Colin asked.
"My mom. She probably wants me to come home." I said.
"Aw..." he whined, frowning.
I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I asked.
"It usually doesn't take this long to have breakfast." my mom said at another terrible attempt to be funny.
"We went to park afterwards and just...hung out." I said, smiling at Colin.
"Well, come home. You still have homework and there's work that I need you to do." she stated.
"Alright, be there in fifteen. Bye." I said.
"Bye." she said, hanging up first.
"I have to go." I said, putting the phone away.
As I turned my head back I was met with those beautiful lips again. We kissed passionately for a few minutes and then I told Colin that I really had to leave. He understood and we started heading back. We put our shirts back on, got on the bike, and Colin began to pedal off. I, once again, made myself comfortable and this time, my heart wasn't racing.
About a block away from my street I told Colin to stop. He stopped and turned his head around and began to ask why he had to stop and I leaned in and gave him another kiss.
"Just a goodbye kiss," I said, smiling, "I'm not going to be able to do it in front of my house so I thought I'd do it now a little early."
"Works for me." he replied, chucking.
We got to my house shortly after and I got off. I waved goodbye as I began to walk towards my front door. He began to pedal off. I sighed happily. I opened the door and headed towards my room, hoping to avoid my mom. As much as I loved her, I really didn't want her to spoil the moment for me.
I managed to get in without being detected. I jumped on my bed and began to replay today's events in my head. I closed my eyes, remembering in as much detail as possible every action. A smile spread across my face and I even began to get a slight hard on. Unfortunately, I was interrupted with a knock on my door. My mom walked in.
"How was breakfast?" she asked.
"Good." I replied.
"What did you guys do afterwards?"
I thought about that for a moment. Just for a moment.
"Just hung out. Talked."
"Ah, I see. Alright, get started on your homework." she commanded, turning and walking out.
I nodded and went to my computer. I only had a small paper to type up that I had over three quarters done. I turned it on, pulled up my paper, and signed onto AIM. I took my shirt and shorts off to make myself more comfortable. I began typing when I realized that I got an IM. It was from Colin.
Colin: I see you're really doing homework. Lol Me: Lol Shut up. I'm working on my paper. Colin: Ah shit, for written oral? I need to do that too. Me: Well, get started. lol It's due tomorrow. Colin: Ya ya I know. I already have Word up. Me: Good.
He didn't respond so I turned my attention back. It was a solid twenty minutes before I got another IM from him. I was done with my paper. I kind of bullshitted it towards the end. I could never come up with good conclusions. I pulled up Colin's IM.
Colin: So, what are you wearing? \<3
I chuckled softly. "Hm...up for a little cyber sex I see." I thought.
Me: Not much...;) Colin: Mmm...Sexy. Me: You? Coin: Nothing.
I could just picture that. My hard on began to return.
Me: That's hot. Colin: I'm already stroking myself. I'm thinking of you and today. I had an amazing time.
I pulled my dick out and began stroking myself.
Me: Now you got me going...I'm thinking of your nice dick in my hand and licking up your cum. Colin: Mmm...you liked that, didn't you? Me: Ya I did. Colin: God, you're so hot. I'm already close to cumming.
"Man, I really don't make this guy last long. It's cute." I thought.
Me: I'm pretty close too. Colin: I've already cummed. Lol
I panted. I aimed my dick towards the side of my computer. I shot my load all over my desk. It was definitely a larger load than I've had in the past. I think I had more of a motivation that I've had in the past. I got a tissue and cleaned it up. However, I decided to tease Colin a little bit.
Me: I'm licking the cum off of my desk. Colin: Oh, fuck ya. Lick my cum off too. Me: Anything you want. Colin: You're so hot. \<3 Me: And you're hot too. \<3 Colin: Fuck. I need to go. I got some things to do around the house. I'll talk to you later. \<3 Me: Alright. See you later hun. \<3 Colin: Bye cutie. \<3
The next thing that was shown was his screen name saying that it signed off and the time that it did. I signed off as well and saved my paper. I decided to take a quick shower. I then read for a little while. Before I knew it, it was time for dinner and I realized that I hadn't eaten lunch so I was starving.
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Colin sat down for dinner as well. His mom had made excellent food. He exchanged some small talk with his parents. Once dinner was over, Colin's father asked him to talk in the other room. They put their dishes away and went into the other room. His father sat on the couch and Colin took a seat on the love seat across the room.
"So, how was breakfast with Ty?" he asked.
"It was a lot of fun. We really got to know each other." Colin said, smiling.
"Did you guys have dessert?"
"Why would we have dessert? We had break-"
Before Colin could finish the sentence he understood the hidden meaning behind that statement. He noticed his dad chuckling.
"Yes, we did have some dessert. It wasn't as much as I would've liked, but I'm not complaining. It was great and I'm more than willing to eat it slowly." he said, continuing with metaphor.
"Ah I see," he said in a serious tone. "Now there's something serious I need to tell you."
Colin could tell he was being serious.
"What's up? Is everything alright?" he asked, starting to get a little scared.
"I'm afraid you can not see Ty anymore."
Well, here's chapter five. I hoped you guys liked it. Comments, leave them! On a side note, can someone tell me how I can thread the chapters together so there's links at the top of each chapter? It's been awhile since I've posted and I don't remember how to do it and so I don't mess up the title. Thanks! =) | FSE |
Title: Hotel Pictures Ch. 01
Tags: luggage pulled, molly pushed, looked night, move molly, gave molly, naked hallway, molly move, room molly, watching asked, robe completely
We had planned this trip to NYC for over a year. It was a chance for us to get away from the house, away from the kids, take in a Broadway show, a few dinners, to take in New York City, and to relax/enjoy each other's company.
We booked a room at the Marriott in lower Manhattan. We were told the hotel was fully booked on our arrival. We got a room on the 6th floor. It had a good view out towards the Hudson River, slightly blocked by other buildings in the area. It was still a good view.
We unpacked and just laid down for a short nap. We knew we had a late night planned and we wanted our rest.
We left the hotel around 7pm, taking a taxi to Times Square. We had heard a lot about the play STOMP from our friends, and now we were going to enjoy it for ourselves. We were not disappointed, the play was wonderful. Molly did not really know what to expect from the play, but on the way back from the theater her kiss told me she enjoyed the event.
We found a nice cozy restaurant, and had a great meal. The wine flowed as well, and we were both feelings its effect as we left the restaurant. We took a taxi back to the hotel.
Molly was getting a bit frisky on the ride back to the hotel. Her kisses used both lips and tongue. Her hand frequently found its way to my zipper. I returned the favors, pulling her dress down a bit and showing a little of her great tits.
We arrived back to the hotel. I paid the driver and she ran for the door. We giggled like little kids as we found the elevator and made our way back to the room.
We forgot that the curtains to the window were left completely open. But that did not stop Molly from going directly over to the open window after she entered the room. She looked out into the night, placed her hands on the sill, and said, "Honey, look how beautiful the city is at night. Isn't it just wonderful?"
I had just turned on the room lights when she started to speak. I walked over behind her. I placed my hands on her shoulders, looked out into the night and said, "Yes, it is beautiful."
She turned, put her arms around me and placed a kiss on my lips. It just felt so right.
She broke the kiss, pushed me away. A devilish smile came into view and she then said, "Would you like a show?"
"Of course I would love a show from you, Molly."
"Okay, here we go…."
And with that she started to move by the window while she unbuttoned her blouse. One button as she moved around the room, then the next until the blouse lay fully open. Her lacy black bra was in view. She shook her shoulders and the blouse started to fall from her body. Her eyes remained locked onto me, while she smiled, and moved.
The blouse finally fell to the floor and she grabbed the side of her skit, first to unbutton the one button and then to unzip the zipper. She let go of the skirt and it slid slowly down her long legs. She stepped out of the skirt now wearing her bra, a g-string, black thigh-high stockings, and 4" heels. She looked great.
She took a step towards me, turned around facing the window, placed her hands up behind her, and unclasped the snap to her bra. She let it go and it fell quickly to the floor. I could see her breasts clearly reflected in the window. She was smiling and looking out over the city.
Her hands went to her g-string. She pushed it down to her knees, wiggled, and it dropped by itself to her ankles. She stepped out of the g-string. She was naked except for the heels. The lights were on in the room. The window was open. And if anyone was watching, they were seeing my beautiful naked wife dancing ever so slowly in the window.
I moved up behind her. Placed by arms around her and cupped her breast. I let my fingers wonder to her nipples and I pinched them both. I saw the reflection of her face in the window. She closed her eyes and moaned.
I moved one hand slowly down her body, over her tummy, down between her legs, down to her pussy, coming to rest on her cunt. She spread her legs slightly and stopped moving. I let one finger slide into between her pussy lips and found her very wet. I said to her, "would you like for me to fuck you here at the window for everyone to see?"
She responded, "YES!"
I removed one hand, found my belt buckle, opened it, found the button to my pants, unzipped the zipper and let my pants fall to the floor. I pushed the boxer shorts down letting my erect cock spring out.
She pushed her ass back into my cock. I thrust forward, missed, thrust again, found a wet spot, and thrust again. She was so wet that I slid in very easily. I could feel her wetness around my cock as it entered. She was getting wider as my cock was getting deeper.
I grabbed her hips and started to rock her back-and-forth. My cock was moving in-and-out with the movement of her hips. I started to move her faster as my excitement was starting to climb.
I looked out the window and could see the building directly across from us. In the window there was another couple. They were standing in their window, watching. I continued to make love to my wife.
"Molly, do you see those two watching us?"
"Yes, they have been watching for a while."
With that I could feel my excitement climb with such energy that I knew it would not be long before I came. I continued to move Molly's hips faster, and faster. I came with such excitement that I pushed Molly against the window. Pushing her naked breasts against the cold glass. I just did not care if anyone was watching. I just was enjoying the moment.
We stood at the window for a little longer, and then I pulled out. I moved back into the room. Molly stood at the window, continuing to give a show. Then she withdrew into the room with me.
Molly, still naked, said, "I didn't get any. Now it is my turn."
I said, "You will in good time, but just not this instance."
I went to our luggage and pulled out the digital camera. I said, "I need to record a few souvenirs before you get yours."
She smiled, still naked and started to pose.
My hands were shaking, but I was able to take a number of pictures of her moving around the room. On the bed. In front of the desk. On the chair. In front of the window. And then I stopped.
"Molly, would you do something a little different for me tonight."
"What?"
"Would you pose naked in the hallway?"
"No way! What if someone caught us?"
"Molly, it is late and most people are probably asleep. The chance of getting caught is slim. Plus you can bring your robe out with you if you wish."
"Okay, for you, but if anyone comes out, I want back into the room fast, okay?"
"Okay."
With that she walked over to the closet, pulled her robe from the hanger, put it on and tied it around her. She looked great with this robe that stopped 6" from her ass. She still had the stockings and heels on. She looked sexy even clothed.
We walked over to the door. She looked back at me and said, "I must really love you to do this."
I responded, "Yes, you do."
With that I opened the door and we both walked out into the hallway of the hotel. We stopped, listened. There was no one else on the floor.
"Okay, Molly, time for the model to pose."
And with that she walked about 10 feet down the hallway, turned, smiled, struck a pose and said, "Okay start shooting."
I started snapping the pictures.
FLASH… she opened her robe.
FLASH… she showed me one tit
FLASH… she showed me both tits.
FLASH… she pulled the robe down to her waist
FLASH… the robe was completely open and I could see her naked.
FLASH… FLASH… FLASH….
"Molly, drop the robe."
She did not move.
"Molly, take the robe off and let it drop to the floor. I want to see you completely naked."
With that, she took the robe completely off and dropped it to the floor.
She started to dance naked down the hallway as I continued to take pictures. How I was able to continue to take pictures was a surprise to me. But the pictures we looked at later showed that she enjoyed the session and I was composed enough to capture her on film.
She was now a good 25 feet away from me when suddenly a room door between us opened and out stepped a distinguished man that looked to be a little older than me. He spotted Molly immediately, stopped and just stared.
We both stopped not knowing what to do next. She then tried to cover herself as best she could with her arms, but that was marginal at best. She gave me a look that said, help! I started to move towards her. She just stood there naked while the man stared at her.
Then there was another noise. It sounded like a large group of people coming out of an elevator. The man must have heard the sound as well, read her body language and said, "My room is here, you can duck inside until they are gone."
I yelled, "Molly, do it!"
And with that, she moved past the man, into his room. He followed her and I followed them both. He closed the door after we both were in the room.
He turned to us, smiled and said,"that was quite a show you were putting on out there in the hallway."
"Were you watching?" asked Molly.
"Yes," said the man.
"How?" asked Molly.
"Through the Fish Eye."
"Oh my God!" said Molly, still naked and still trying to cover herself with her arms.
"You are quite the beautiful woman. I really enjoyed your show. I wanted to see more of you that is why I opened my door and stepped out. You are even better close up."
Molly blushed. "Do you have something I could use to cover myself up with? I really do not want to be standing naked here."
The man said, "Yes", and move over to his luggage. He pulled out a dress shirt and gave it to Molly.
Molly quickly put it on. Closed it around her body, and stepped back. The shirt was twice her size and covered her well.
"I will have my husband return your shirt shortly. Thank you for lending this to me. I think I need to go now", said Molly.
But it sounded like the group we heard getting off the elevator was having a party right out side the door.
The man said, "You probably would want to stay until the group leaves. In the mean time, please sit. Make yourself comfortable."
With that Molly walked over to the chair and plopped herself down and I went over to the desk to stand.
The man moved to the bed, sat down and began to talk again.
"I must say that you are a beautiful creature. I have never seen someone as beautiful as you. Your nakedness only amplifies your beauty. Your husband is one lucky man to have a wife like you."
Neither I nor Molly said anything. She just sat there, in his shirt, listening.
The man continued, "I guess the two of you like the excitement of being a little daring."
Molly responded, "Yes, we do, but I am now very embarrassed."
"Why? I don't know you and you don't know me. Tomorrow I will not be able to tell anyone who you are. No one but us will know this happened."
"Yes, I guess you are right."
"Did I hear correctly that your name is Molly?"
"Yes"
"Molly, does it excite you to think that someone is watching?" asked the man.
"Yes"
"Isn't it exciting that you got caught".
"Yes"
"Isn't your heart beating fast even now?"
"Yes," answered Molly.
I was listening to a conversation that was starting to take off.
"Didn't it excite you now that you know I saw you naked?"
"Yes"
"Wouldn't you like to continue?"
She hesitated and then said, "Yes."
"So let's continue. Stand up Molly!"
With that, Molly moved out of the chair and stood up.
"Take off my shirt and give it back to me, please."
Molly slowly unbuttoned the shirt, took it off and threw it on the bed. She was naked again. This time she did not try to cover up.
"Do you enjoy me looking at you naked?"
"Yes"
"Will you do more for me?"
"Yes"
And with that command she started to move and dance for us.
"Molly, move over to the window and open the curtains."
Molly moved over to the window, pulled the curtains back, moved up to the window and looked out over the city lights."
"Does it excite you that others may be looking at you from outside as I am looking at you now?"
"Yes".
"Move you hand down between your legs and tell me if you are wet."
Molly did as she was told and moved her hand between her legs. She spread her legs and slipped one finger into her pussy. She pulled it out and up to her lips. After she tasted her finger she said, "Yes, I am wet."
"Good, then turn around, remain standing by the window and masturbate for me."
Molly turned, faced the man, spread her legs and started to masturbate.
I could see the lust in her eyes. She wanted to cum and she wanted to cum for this stranger. I remembered the camera, pulled it out and started to take pictures again while she gave us both a show.
"Are you hot now, Molly?"
"Yes."
"Before I will let you cum, you need to put on a show for us and the people outside. Caress yourself and run you hands over your body. Continue to move. Show us and show you fans outside."
Molly started to move her hands over the entire length of her body. From her thigh, up over her pussy, past her tummy, up to one breast, pinching a nipple, running her hand up to her face and her fingers into her hair. While both hand were running up and down her naked body, she continued to dance by the window. Moving around so we could see all of her nakedness and so could the world.
"Do you want to cum now, Molly?"
"Yes"
"Then move over to the bed, get on your hands and knees, and spread your legs."
Molly did exactly that. Here she was, naked, in this man's room, on this man's bed, with her legs spread, pussy showing, breast hanging down, looking back as us with lust in her eyes.
The man got up and moved towards the bed, facing her ass. Quickly he dropped down placing his face into her ass and grabbing her ass. He started to lick her ass, then kiss her pussy, forcing his head deeper into the slit of her pussy. She moaned. Molly pushed back. She was enjoying his attention. He continued to kiss, lick and touch her breasts. His head was moving up and down the full length of her ass. Her breathing became faster, her moans louder, her movement faster. She was cuming and then she came. She came loud, hard, and fast. Bucking like a bronco, still remaining on her hands and knees.
She remained on the bed, eyes closed, taking in her orgasm, letting it ripple through her body. She was on fire.
He stood up, dropped his pants, and pulled off his shorts off. He grabbed her, pulled her off the bed, over to the window, placed her hands on the sill, positioned himself behind her and slid his cock into her. He slid in fast. She was still very wet.
She pushed back as he entered. It was clear she wanted this.
He looked my way and said, "She wants pictures to remember this by."
And with that I started to shoot more pictures.
She was meeting his thrusts, helping him to cum. He was clearly climbing in his excitement. When she suddenly stopped, reached back, grabbed his cock, slipped it out of her pussy and positioned it against her anus.
"I want you to cum in my ass," she said.
He turned towards me, smiled, and with a hard thrust pushed his cock into her ass.
"That feels so great!" she cried.
And they began to move again while I continued to take pictures.
They were again gaining in movement, when she stopped again. She looked at me and said, "I want you both. I want you both in me."
Looking at me she said, "Get out of your clothes and get on the bed!"
I put the camera down. Stripped. Walked over to the bed, and laid down on my back.
Molly came over to the bed, sat on top of me and slid my already hard cock into her wet pussy. No sooner than I was in when the man moved over us both, positioned his cock at her ass, pushed and entered her. I could feel his cock brush against mine as he entered her.
Molly let out a cry, "oh, oh, it hurts! It feels great!"
At first, the three of us were moving to our own enjoyment, and then we found a cycle that had us moving in unison. Our movements increased with our excitement. Each new thrust came with more determination. We were all very excited. Molly was enjoying the two cocks inside of her. We both were enjoying our individual wet hole. Our movements grew rapidly and before I knew it Molly was cuming, then found myself cuming, and finally the man came.
We stopped, did not move, and remained interlocked by our sex, still breathing hard.
Finally the man rolled off of Molly and onto the bed. She rolled off of me between the two of us. The three of us collapsed onto the bed. The man pulled himself up to Molly, wrapped a hand around her, grabbed one breast and snuggled his face into her hair.
I moved up to Molly and pushed my limp cock up against her body placing my hands on her body.
The three of us just lay there, catching our breath with eyes closed.
It was not long before we were all asleep.
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The sun streaming in the open window woke Molly and me up the next morning. I found her still naked, in my arms. We had not returned to our room.
I looked for the time and found it to be late.
Molly stirred, we both sat up.
On the bed lay a large white box and a note. I opened the note, read, it and gave it to Molly.
She read the note, smiled, looked up at me, and said, "Do you want to?"
I smiled back, "Why not."
TO BE CONTINUED | literotica |
Title: Meeting James
Tags: father, daughter, glory hole, impregnation, incest, 18-year-old, oral sex, creampie, daddy, first time
I don't have any firsthand knowledge of my father, but from what my very biased mother has told me, James spent the first eighteen years of my life screwing his way through Tampa. He even married a few of those women, for whatever reason. He must have been very careful, though, because he never gave me any brothers or sisters. And believe me, he would've known, because those women definitely would have come after his money, which he has plenty of. Nope. My mom was the first and only woman he ever knocked up. I guess he learned his lesson.
My father is considered the Porn King of Florida. If you're at all familiar with that illustrious state, you know that's really saying something. Ever heard of *Brass Loves Ass*? Maybe *Feed Me Daddy*? Or perhaps *Vanilla Thighs*? With as disgustingly rich as he is, I'm guessing half of America has all three of those masterpieces. Look—I don't judge. I've seen some of his films. The actors are all hot, the scenes are imaginative and well-written, and the production value is top-notch.
Is it wrong that I've gotten myself off watching his flicks? Maybe. But since I have no sex life, self-service is imperative. Plus, I get his stuff for free, so why not enjoy it? The only sex partner I've ever had is my six inch vibrator. I call him Vinnie, and he's been fucking me regularly ever since he came into my life on my eighteenth birthday, two months ago. It was one of my gifts from James. I'm fully aware of how fucked up that is, but that doesn't mean I'm going to look a gift cock in the mouth.
My other birthday gifts? Ten thousand dollars and a round trip ticket to Tampa. The money, I'm used to. James may have neglected me emotionally, but financially, he's earned the Best Dad Ever mug. I'd probably be a spoiled brat if I didn't resent every cent he ever gave me. I try not to spend any more than I have to, so most of it ends up in savings. At this point, I can pay for college without any more help from him, and that's exactly what I intend to do.
It was the plane ticket that threw me. There was no note and no explanation. What's a ditched-at-birth daughter supposed to think? He's never once indicated that he wants any kind of interaction with me. He doesn't send birthday cards, just checks. No calls, no emails, no contact, whatsoever. I've talked to his personal assistant Sandra once a year since I was five. She calls to ask how I'm doing, if school is going well, and if I need any extra money. She's smart not to ask my mother that last question, because the answer would always be a desperate yes. His PA has also friended me on every social media site I have an account with. I could have easily declined her requests, but there's a part of me—a part I'm not happy with, by the way—that likes to think it's James' way of keeping tabs on me.
That same part of me also makes me google him. Frequently. I can't help being curious about the man who helped make me. He stays out of the spotlight, for the most part, but every once in a while, I'll see photos of him at charity functions. At least that means he's generous with his money. I like that there's this one redeeming quality to someone I share genes with. My mom doesn't have any at all. Hell, I'm sure she would have abandoned me, too, if I didn't come with fat monthly checks.
Am I fucked up because of my parents? Absolutely. But I won't let that ruin my life. I don't smoke, don't drink, don't do drugs, and don't have sex. Vinnie has really come in handy since I started playing with him. Just because I've never had a dick in me, doesn't mean I don't want one, because I do. All the time. I'm a little worried that once I actually start having sex, I won't want to do anything else. I apparently get more from my father than just my looks.
Yeah, I look a lot like him. Obviously, not my body. That's the only thing mom ever gave me. I have an hourglass figure—C cup breasts, narrow waist, and proportional hips. I'm not overweight, but I'd never call myself skinny, either. Some creepy old guy at the supermarket once called me "luscious." He was gross, but he wasn't wrong.
Everything above the neck comes from James. His parents are Croatian, so we both have thick, dark brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and caramel colored eyes. Since I'm lucky enough to have his great hair, I like to keep it long, and when it's dried straight, it just brushes my nipples. While I'm average height, James is really tall, and from what I can tell from his pictures, he keeps in nice shape for forty-five.
But back to that ticket. I'd like to say I ripped it up, stuffed it in an envelope, and mailed it back to him, along with an Instax pic of my middle finger. I should have. At the very least, I should have agonized over my decision whether or not to use it, but I didn't. I knew immediately that I was going to Tampa. Did I mention I was curious about my father and completely fucked up? I wasn't exaggerating.
\* \* \* \* \*
So here I am, one week after graduation, sitting in first class on a flight from Baltimore to Tampa, and wishing one of the flight attendants would take pity on me and serve me some champagne. You'd think that, at 40,000 feet, silly laws like the minimum drinking age would cease to apply. Instead, I'm downing my second can of cola, amping up my anxiety instead of numbing it.
Once we've landed, it doesn't take long for me to get my luggage. I only have one suitcase to grab from baggage claim and my carry-on weekender bag. When I get closer to the exit, I see all the chauffeurs holding up signs with names on them. Not one of those signs has Novak on it, though, so I start to freak out. Did he forget I was coming? Did he even know, or was this something his PA set up? I'm getting ready to call her, when I hear someone shout my name.
"Jenny!"
It's a man's deep voice, coming from my left. When I look over, I am thoroughly shocked. James stands twenty feet away, smiling like a madman. I'm rooted in place, just staring at him as he walks toward me. He's even more handsome than he is in pictures. The man apparently ages like George Clooney—handsomely and hardly at all.
You'd think a porn mogul would go around in a cheesy velour tracksuit and flashy gold chain, but not my father. He's wearing a light grey suit with navy pinstripes, perfectly polished brown oxfords, and an ice blue tie. He even has a coordinating pocket square. I'm suddenly feeling really underdressed in my denim skirt, cotton tank, and flip flops.
When he gets to me, he throws his arms around me and lifts me up in a tight embrace. What the...? I have no clue how to react, so I just don't. My arms are limp at my sides, and I'm staring at the side of his head. He has a bunch of grey hairs at his temple. Lucky for him, it works with his whole seasoned businessman look. And he's still holding me. I should probably say something.
"Hi, James," I say, flatly.
There. That should be good enough. He flinches when I use his first name, but what else am I supposed to call him? Dad? Not happening.
He sets me back on the floor. "I can't tell you how happy I am to finally see you," he says. His eyes look a little glossy, as if he's overwhelmed with emotion. It's probably just allergies.
"Funny," I reply, sounding like a brat and not caring, "you had plenty of chances to be happy over the past eighteen years."
"We have a lot to talk about, Jenny. I hope I can make you understand why I stayed away."
"Fat chance of that," I mumble under my breath, and then ask, "So, where's our driver?"
James looks confused for a moment before it clicks. "Oh, no, it's just me. I love driving too much to let anyone do it for me."
Yay for him. He's smiling again as he takes the luggage handle from me. We head for the exit and out to his car, which is parked right outside. I guess money really can buy you everything, including the luxury of parking anywhere you like. It also buys you expensive Range Rover SUVs. James opens the passenger door and helps me climb in, then hands an airport employee what looks like a twenty dollar tip for putting my two small bags in the back. I guess I can't accuse my father of being stingy.
"Are you hungry?" he asks, as he starts driving.
"I could eat," I tell him. And I really could. I haven't eaten all day—nerves completely destroyed my appetite. Now that I'm here, my stomach won't shut up about how empty it is.
"What do you like?" he asks, because he has no idea, of course. We've never once spoken, so there's no way he could know what I like and don't like. His PA certainly never asked me those kinds of questions.
"Italian, American, Mexican... really, anything but Asian." Asian food gives me heartburn, and just the thought of sushi turns my stomach. I refuse to eat any protein that isn't cooked. Unless it's eggs that are in brownie batter, which is a completely legitimate exception to the rule.
"I know a great burger place just off the highway, about five minutes away. Sound good?"
Just then, my stomach lets out a very loud rumble. "Yeah, apparently it does," I say, and I smile at him for the very first time. He looks over and beams back at me.
\* \* \* \* \*
We each order two cheeseburgers and bacon cheddar cheese fries. I think he got the same thing I did so I wouldn't feel like such a pig. I wouldn't have cared, either way. If I need two cheeseburgers, I'm going to order two cheeseburgers, damn it.
As we wait for our food, I decide to dive right into the shark-infested deep end.
"You said we have a lot to talk about. Does that include why I've never met you before today?" I ask, trying to sound cool but absolutely not succeeding. It's clear in my voice that I'm hurt, and I hate that.
"Are you sure you don't want to eat first and talk about this back at the house?" he asks, and it sounds like he's procrastinating. I don't blame him. There's nothing he can tell me that would fix things between us. I'm never going to say, "Oh, daddy! I forgive you, and I love you so much!" Gag. Not gonna happen.
I tell him that I'm sure, and then he takes a deep breath and says something I wasn't expecting.
"When you were born, your mother made me promise to stay away from you until you turned eighteen." He pauses to let me respond or to gauge my reaction. I'm not sure which, but I don't speak, and my face is blank, so he goes on. "I was already successful in the industry when Alyse got pregnant, and I had no plans to change my career. She decided it wasn't a lifestyle she wanted our daughter around, and I can't say I blame her. That's why I agreed to keep my distance."
"You could have, though. You could have changed careers at any point in my life. But you chose success and money instead of your own daughter." I'm more hurt than I am angry. Did he not love me enough to make that sacrifice? I mean, this is basically him saying I wasn't worth it. So, why bother with me now, when he's finally no longer financially obligated to me?
My hands are on top of the table, ripping a napkin to shreds. Once I'm done with the first one, I'm ready for another, but James grabs my hand and squeezes it before I can reach the chrome dispenser. His hand is warm and strong and comforting, and that small amount of contact sends a jolt of electricity through my body and causes my breathing to hitch.
What the hell was that?
"Jenny, I'm sorry," he says, dipping his head to try and get me to look him in the eye. "By the time you were five, I knew I'd made a terrible decision. I just figured there was no going back, at that point. Knowing Alyse, I was sure she'd turned you against me. She never liked me, even when we were... dating,"—aka screwing—"so that's when—"
"That's when you started having Sandra check in me," I realize. That was the exact age when I got my first call from his PA.
"Yes. It was my way of getting around the promise I made to your mother."
"And you had her follow me on all my accounts."
"No, that was me. I was just using her name," he confesses. "It was my only way to watch you grow up and get to know pieces of the person you were becoming." He squeezes my hand tighter and smirks at me. "You haven't made it easy, though. You only post things once a month, at most. Actually, I admire that about you."
He admires something about me? Here, I'd always assumed he never thought about me at all, let alone thought something like that.
"I google you," I blurt out.
Ugh! Why would I admit that? But then his thumb begins stroking my knuckles, causing my heart to beat faster and a tight knot to form in my stomach. My light violet nail polish catches his eye, and he smiles looking down at it. I hate to admit it, but after eighteen years of not having him in my life, seeing my father smile at me means so much.
Am I going to be *that girl*? You know, the one with serious daddy issues, who latches on to the first sign of male attention and misinterprets it as more than it really is? I have to keep reminding myself that James' sweet words and physical affection don't erase the fact that he's been absent all these years.
"You have no idea what that means to me," he finally says, his fingers still wrapped around mine. "I assumed you hated me. I think that made it easier to justify the choices I made."
"Part of me does hate you, and maybe always will. I do like that you're not trying to bullshit me, though," I admit, reluctantly.
I'm going to be here for a week. There's no need to make it more tense and awkward than it absolutely has to be by constantly shutting him out. If at the end of the seven days I decide I don't want a relationship with him, my walls can go right back up.
"That's fair. And I will never lie to you Jenny. I can't give you the time I threw away, but I can always give you the truth." Our amber eyes meet, and if he's lying to me now, I can't see it.
The waitress arrives, then, with our many plates of food, effectively pressing pause on our conversation. We eat in strangely comfortable silence. From time to time, I'll look up to see him watching me, which is a bit disconcerting. To be honest, though, I'd be sneaking glances at him, too, if he didn't keep beating me to it.
James is really handsome, for an older man. He doesn't look the way he does in all the pics I've seen of him, and I realize it's because his expression isn't blank, like it usually is—it's... happy. I wonder if I look happy, too.
We order dessert, even though neither one of us is hungry after our carb and protein overload. He uses the extra time to ask me questions about how I liked high school, if I'm excited for college, the different places I've traveled, and what I want to do with my life. He even tackles the trivial stuff, like my favorite movie, book, animal, and color. When I let him know that my favorite color is violet, he reaches across the table to brush his fingertips over my nails before taking my hand in his again, this time locking his fingers with mine.
The moment feels so fragile—like, once we leave this restaurant, all the comfort and openness we've established here will completely shatter, leaving no hope of putting the pieces back together. After just a few hours, I feel closer to James than I've ever felt to my mother. It's no surprise that I have abandonment issues, so the idea that, at any moment, I could lose that closeness with him scares the crap out of me.
A sick part of me can also admit that I don't want him to break contact with me. There's a heat passing between us where our hands touch, charging my body in a way nothing ever has before. It's palpable. I can't imagine he doesn't feel it, too.
Ok, so I'm definitely *that girl.* Sure*,* there's a chance I could be way off, but I don't think I'm misinterpreting a single thing.
It turns out, I don't have to worry about losing the feel of his skin on mine. When we finally leave, he holds my hand through the parking lot. Once we're both inside the SUV, he takes it again. Maybe, like me, he's afraid I'll slip right back out of his life if he lets go for too long.
\* \* \* \* \*
About ten minutes into the drive, my bladder lets me know how angry it is with me. It hits me that I never went to the bathroom after the two colas on the plane or the water at the restaurant. James said it's a thirty minute drive to his place in Cory Lake Isles, and there is no way I won't piss myself in that time.
"Can we stop somewhere? I have to... um... use a restroom," I say, trying not to let on how desperate the situation is. I'm bouncing in my seat, scared of what will happen if I let my muscles relax.
"Of course. There's a gas station coming up. I know those bathrooms are notoriously gross, but—"
"No, that's fine!" I practically shout, cutting him off and sounding one hundred percent desperate.
He looks over at me with concern, and within a couple minutes, he's pulling into a poorly lit parking lot, complete with a flickering fluorescent light over one of the pumps. I have never once used a gas station bathroom, and I shudder at the thought of using one now. But it's a struggle holding it in just from the car to the grimy door, so there's no way I would have made it all the way to my father's house.
James gets out of the car, too, keeping an eye on me, since there's no light at all on this side of the building. There's only one door, so it must be unisex, and inside there are two stalls and one urinal. The floors are coated in layers of brown gunk, the sinks clearly haven't been cleaned since they were installed, and the toilets are—actually, it's best I don't describe them, or the smell wafting off of them.
I duck inside one of the narrow stalls and lock the door, using my tank top as a barrier between my hand and whatever deadly bacteria is gestating in here.
At some point in every girl's life, she learns to do the hover-squat over a filthy toilet. You just spread your legs, bend your knees, lean forward, and aim as best you can. And to all you men out there—I'd love to see you try that without your precious penises!
As I'm mid-stream, I hear the door swing open, and then someone enters the other stall, which shares a wall with mine. I force my bladder to empty itself even faster, wanting to get out of here ASAP. I rip off the few squares of toilet paper left on the cardboard roll and wipe as quickly as I can, before yanking my rucked-up skirt back down. Then I hear a zipper sliding down. At that sound, I turn and look at the metal wall to find that there is an honest-to-god glory hole carved out of it.
I start freaking. Could this guy have been looking through the hole while I still had my skirt around my waist and my underwear pulled down? There's no time to worry about that, though, because there's now a dick head poking through the hole.
I should leave, like, right now, but I don't move, partly out of shock and partly because I'm unable to look away. The owner of the erection must be encouraged by the fact that I didn't immediately scream and run, because his cock slowly moves forward, until the tip is just a couple inches from my hips.
All I can do is stare at it. I jerked off a couple guys in high school, so it's not as though I've never seen a dick before. I've just never seen one like this, and I've definitely never seen one without also seeing the body it's attached to. It's perfectly stiff, sticking straight out at me, with pronounced veins snaking up the shaft. It's way bigger than Vinnie, and so pretty, it could star in one of my father's films.
Next thing I know, I'm reaching out and letting my fingertips graze the swollen head It jerks at my touch, and a small bead of pre-come forms at the tip. Mesmerized, I scoop up the tiny drop of clear liquid with one finger and smear it onto his shaft, admiring the shiny little streak. The head is turning redder the more I play, so I wrap my fingers loosely around it and start lightly stroking it. A deep, quiet moan comes from the other side of the wall, and I tighten my grip, wanting to hear more.
I can't believe this is happening. What am I doing, jerking off a complete stranger in a disgusting restroom? This guy could be anybody—a heroin addict, a mugger, a rapist. I consider myself smart. I've got a good amount of common sense—definitely enough to let go of him and run. But do I do that? Nope.
My elevated heart rate and nervous, shallow panting are making me lightheaded. Through the fog in my brain, I watch my hand working him, as if it's not mine—as if I'm watching a scene in one of James' pornos—because there is no way that hand belongs to Jenny Novak. She's not a risk-taker, not adventurous. She'd never jeopardize her health and safety for a few moments of excitement. But I guess she can't—*I* can't—claim those things, anymore.
I keep stroking, my hand sneaking further and further down his shaft each time. He thrusts his hips against the wall, pushing his cock as far through the hole as he can get it. I can see his dark, well-groomed hair, and I even get glimpses of the fabric of his pants, since his cock is sticking out through his open fly. The fabric is grey. With navy pinstripes.
This is my father.
My hand stills while I process that thought. James is on the other side of that wall, and my hand is wrapped around his hard, gorgeous dick. He has to know it's his daughter who's jerking him off. He watched me enter this room, and he came in less than a minute after I did. Just to make doubly sure he understands what's happening, I slide my hand down to fist the base of his cock, my palm on the underside and my shiny, violet fingernails resting on top, and I grip him tight. His raspy growl leaves me without a doubt that he knows exactly who I am.
He's clearly made his decision, and now it's time for me to make mine. With my hand still encircling him, unmoving, my eyes fix on the dividing wall. I may as well have x-ray vision, because I can picture him perfectly. His suit jacket is unbuttoned, and his tie loosened or removed completely. His palms are flat against the wall, level with his head, as if he's being frisked, and his hips are straining against the barrier that prevents our bodies from touching. There's sweat on his brow and at the back of his neck, and his lips are parted. In my mind, he is beautiful—passion personified.
Half of my genes are his, so he gets to be listed on my birth certificate as my father, but that's not what he is. Not really. To me, this is a man I've known less than a day. Thinking of him objectively, instead of through the eyes of an emotionally neglected daughter, I can admit he's tall, strong, smart, attentive, polished, and sexy as hell. I remember the way my heart raced the first time he touched my hand at dinner, and I realize now that it was from attraction. I'm attracted to my father. If I'd been raised by him, I probably wouldn't feel what I'm feeling, but I wasn't. I can't deny that I want him, and judging by our current situation, I can have him.
Looks like I've made my decision, too.
Still clutching his cock at the root, I crouch down until my mouth is level with the tip. I watch in awe as another little bead of pre-come forms there and grows heavy enough that it drips onto my inner thigh. With the hand not on his erection, I smear the slippery liquid onto my first two fingertips and bring my hand up my skirt and under the waistband of my underwear, using the lubrication to slowly circle my clit. I probably didn't have to use his fluids for that, because I have so much of my own between my legs that it's soaking through my cotton panties. This way was just... hotter.
Touching myself elevates this whole encounter. Before, it was only about his pleasure—I was just the tool for it. Now, it's just as much for me as it is for him, because I want to get off just as badly as I want him to.
Still working my clit, I lean forward and bring my parted lips to less than an inch from the right side of his cock. I let my warm breath caress the sensitive flesh from base to tip, then move to the left side to give it the same treatment. This close, I can smell his masculine scent, and all I want right now is to taste it. Tilting my head back, I trace the length of the underside of his shaft with the tip of my nose, my wet tongue trailing behind, tasting the salt on his skin. When I reach the head, I take it into my hot, hungry mouth, and wrap my lips around it.
Somewhere above me, I hear a loud grunt and the sound of his fist slamming against the wall. The cheap metal construction shakes with the force of it. I suck as I slide my mouth off of him and give a breathy laugh at his reaction. It's the first real sound I've made since this started, and his cock twitches in response to it.
I don't put my mouth back on him for a full minute, probably making him worry that I've changed my mind and realized how incredibly wrong this is. But I realized that as soon as I learned whose dick I was playing with, and it wasn't enough to stop me then. I don't think anything could, at this point.
When I decide he's suffered long enough, I open up wide to take as much of him as I can into my mouth and start sucking him off. He's big enough that I can only fit half of his cock in there, so I start pumping him with the hand that's still wrapped tightly around the bottom half.
I work him at a torturously slow pace, never picking up speed. Aside from his choice to present his cock to me, I've been making every move, deciding every direction this will take. I do appreciate that. If I'd chosen to stop at any point, or to never start at all, that would have been the end of it. But I don't want to make all the decisions anymore. Now, I want him to take over. I want him to use my mouth.
After a few minutes of my lazy rhythm, his hips instinctively start rocking forward, but only in very shallow thrusts. He's probably hesitant, afraid that one wrong move will push me too far, and I'll stop. To encourage him, I let out a low moan that vibrates through every thick inch between my lips.
Hearing my unmistakable sound of pleasure, James' thrusts become more insistent, more forceful. I keep my head still, letting him truly fuck my mouth. The wall vibrates as his hips bang into it repeatedly, and I tighten my lips around him and suck harder. I close my eyes and focus on the feel of his impossibly hard, hot cock sliding back and forth over my tongue, the taste of his soft skin in my wet mouth, and the juices flowing from my core as I easily slip two fingers inside.
I can feel him throbbing in my hand and mouth, which means he's getting close. I think about finishing him off like this—letting him shoot his load on my tongue, face, or breasts. The thought of my skin coated in his thick, white spunk nearly sets me off, but I know that isn't how I want to come. It's definitely not how I want James to come, either.
I pull my head back, so that his seeking cock can't reach my mouth anymore. His erection glistens with my saliva, and the head is swollen and a very dark, angry red color. A string of pre-come links my mouth to the tip of his cock, until I lick my bottom lip and watch as the string snaps. He's panting loudly on the other side, and I look up to see his well-manicured fingers gripping the top of the aging slab of rusted metal between us, as if he can't support himself without its help.
The whole moment is surreal, but right now, I prefer it that way. I refuse to let reality seep in and ruin this strange and forbidden bonding moment between me and my father. The only things allowed to permeate my mind are the relentless, painful pumping of blood to my clit, the sight of his beautiful cock still so close to my face, the heat we've generated together, and the thick smell of sex, which has somehow overpowered all the other smells in this room. With everything else barred from entering my consciousness, what I do next is just the natural progression of things. It's what my body clearly wants, and, judging by the pre-come still dripping from his still- fully erect cock, it's what he wants, too.
I lean in and lick the clear liquid from him, tasting it's intoxicating flavor one last time before standing up. My legs are shaking like crazy from having been in a crouched position for so long. As I pull my short skirt back up around my waist, I look up at James' knuckles, now blanched white with the effort it's taking him to hold on. I quickly slide my underwear down to my knees and step out, one leg at a time, before hanging them on the broken hook on my stall door. When I see how soaked they are at the crotch, I do something very out of character for me—I giggle. My father's pained groan echoes off the tile walls and through the room.
I spin around, so my ass faces him, and bend at the waist to look between my legs. His rigid dick is an inch or two above my entrance, so I go up on my tiptoes and reach behind me to grab hold of him. I spread my legs a little further apart and rub the tip up and down over my wet slit, getting it ready for me. Then, holding it right at my opening, I start to pushing my hips back, until I have the head of his cock buried inside my hot, needy pussy.
Just as I start to moan, James shouts, "Oh, fuck!" I'm not ready to move back anymore, yet. Thanks to my father's birthday gift, I'm used to having something inside me there, but James is much thicker than Vinnie, so he's stretching me more than I've ever been stretched. It takes me a moment to adjust before I start pressing further back. His cock is as far through the glory hole as it can be, so I get to take him in at the pace I need.
I go slowly, but eventually, I've fully impaled myself on him. My juices made sliding myself onto large dick easier than I expected. And, fuck, it felt so good going in. I remain still, now, taking a moment to appreciate everything I'm feeling. His cock is so hot, and he's filling me up so completely. I can actually feel his him throbbing against my tight walls, and my pussy answers by spasming around him.
I would be happy to stay just like this for hours, stuffed full with my father's long shaft, but my body has other ideas. Once I get accustomed to having something so large stretching me, I begin slowly pulling off of him, until just the head is left inside, and then, just as slowly, I take him back in again. I do this a few times before he starts moving in time with me. His hips pull back as mine move forward, and then we come together again. I moan every time he pushes back in. Over and over, my ass presses against the cold metal wall, trying to get as much of James' cock in me as I can. I want him, all of him, but I also crave the friction of him pumping in and out of me.
I've thought about sex so much. I've thought about what it would feel like, smell like, taste like, sound like. I've fingered myself countless times, and after I got Vinnie, I used him to make myself come every single night. I thought I had a pretty good idea of what this would be like, but I was so very wrong. Having an actual cock in me—a hard, smooth, pulsing, eager cock—is like a drug, and the high is only intensified by knowing it's my father's. I feel my arousal coursing through my veins, making my head spin and my body weak but wanting.
No longer able to hold myself up, I reach across the narrow space and press my palms against the dingy, mildewy tile. I can worry later about what I've just been infected with—there's no room in my mind for that right now. With the added leverage the wall is giving me, I can start to really fuck my father, bouncing back on him and making the metal behind me shake and the sound reverberate through the room.
James stops moving, but he doesn't pull back, so I keep fucking myself with his cock, using it for my pleasure. I cry out as I thrust back onto him again and again, feeling the head caress that magical spot inside me each time. I'm panting in time with my rapid movements, and I quickly get too lightheaded to support myself on the wall anymore. I bend over further, and my hands slide down the grimy wall, until they come to rest on the metal toilet paper dispense. I have to pause for a moment to catch my breath, and James takes over for me.
With my ass pressed hard against the divider, he begins pistoning into me. I wish so much that his strong hands could grab my hips right now and pull me back onto him with each thrust. If the fucking is this intense now, I can only imagine how much better it would be if I could feel more than just his cock—if all of his skin could touch all of mine, and we could explore and please each other's bodies completely.
My clit starts throbbing, begging for attention, so I bring one hand back to play with it. As I circle it with the pads of two fingers, I get closer and closer to my orgasm. I cry louder, almost shouting. My juices start leaking out around his cock and trickling down my inner thighs, enhancing the wet sound of our fucking. My walls begin to clench and unclench around him, and I feel his cock grow impossibly bigger. We're both so close to coming.
He could pull out of my clutching cunt. I could pull away from the wall and finish myself off with just my fingers. But he doesn't, and neither do I. I can tell he wants to shoot inside my tight, wet hole just as much as I want his thick cock filling me as I explode around it.
I start shouting "Yes!" repeatedly and almost incoherently as I approach my climax, and I hear him growling and grunting behind me. My fingers speed up on my clit while my pussy convulses, and then I'm flying. This orgasm is so different from any I've ever experienced before, and I come harder than I thought possible. I don't know how I don't pass out from it, but I remain standing. I take my fingers off my clit and move my hand back to the dispenser again, so I can push myself back against the stall wall as much as possible, as my father bottoms out in me. He's as far in as he can get with a wall separating us, and I feel his cock pulse as he starts pumping his hot seed into my depths.
I scream and he yells "Fuck!" as another orgasm rips through me, making my cunt milk him for every drop, until it's spilling out and dripping down my legs. My father begins pumping again, lazily, as we both come down from our peak. My breath slows, and the only sound I can hear is the ringing in my ears. I think my own screams have deafened me.
He remains inside me for another minute, until his cock begins to soften. Then he slips out of my drenched pussy, leaving me feeling so empty. It takes a lot of effort, but I straighten myself up, and his come gushes from between my legs and lands on the floor. I try not to wonder how many layers of the sticky liquid coats that tile. Yick.
When I turn around, his cock is gone, and the next thing I hear is the bathroom door swinging open and shut. I'm alone, now. I lean back against the wall and try to process what just happened. I just lost my virginity... in a filthy public restroom... to my father. It's not how I pictured my first time, but, somehow, it was better than anything I could have imagined.
I need to clean myself off, so I reach down for some toilet paper, then remember that I'd already used the last of it. My panties will have to suffice, and I use them to wipe off my father's and my come from my legs and pussy, then ball the wet fabric up in my hand. I have a plan for it. I can still feel some of our fluids leaking out of me, but I think I'll just leave that there. I go to the sink to wash my hands, but no water comes out, and the soap dispenser is empty. I guess my hands are going to be covered in germs and come until we get to James' place.
I leave the room and walk back to the SUV. James is already sitting inside, all casual, as if nothing incredible or insanely taboo has just happened. Once I'm in, I lean toward him, giving him the impression that I'm going to kiss him. My parted lips pass just inches from his, and I can see the lust in his eyes as they follow my mouth. Instead, I reach into his suit jacket and tuck my well-used underwear into the pocket, then sit back in my seat. James clears his throat before he leans over me and reaches his hand between my legs. I shiver when his arm grazes the soft, exposed skin of my inner thigh, and then his hand is opening the glove box.
I like this game.
He pulls out a little bottle of hand sanitizer and hands it me.
I look at him, beaming, and tell him, "You are a lifesaver. Thank you." More sincere words were never spoken.
His warm smile lights up his face, and our eyes lock for what feels like forever, before he starts the car and pulls back onto the highway. It's silent for the rest of the trip, except for the sensual music coming from the speakers. There's a lot of low bass and heavy beats, and it's turning me on again. Great. Thanks, dad.
When we get to his house, it takes my breath away. It's dark out, but there are lights lining the walkway, so I can see the property well enough. It's not the ostentatious mansion I expected. It's large, but not unnecessarily so. It was clearly built a long time ago but has been lovingly restored. It's beautiful. For some reason, when I look at this house, all I can think is, "This is home*."*
Still not saying anything, James grabs my bags and leads me inside the house and up to the bedroom I'll be staying in. Placing my luggage on the floor by the bed, he turns to me, takes my hand, and finally speaks.
"I'm just down the hall. Your room has its own bathroom, and it's stocked with towels and whatever else you need. If you need anything—anything at all—let me know." If I'm not mistaken, that last part has a double meaning.
"I will," I tell him, gazing into the eyes that match mine.
My father lifts my hand, looks again at my light violet nails, and then presses a soft kiss to them, letting his lips linger there. It feels like there are butterflies in my womb, and my breathing picks up a little. Then he releases me and walks toward his bedroom. Finally alone, I walk to my bed and collapse onto it.
"I think that went well," I say to myself.
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Later that night, while I'm in the shower, I hear James sneak in behind me. I feel his erection against my ass when he wraps his arms around my waist and presses kisses to the back of my neck and down my shoulder. He quickly spins me so that I'm facing the wall, pulls my hips back and shoves his cock deep inside me. Having his warm skin on mine and being able to feel all of him, instead of just cold metal, heightens everything. I never once look behind me as he fucks me. When we both find release, he spills his seed inside me, yet again, before pulling out and leaving me to finish my shower.
The rest of the week continues this way. We spend as much time as we can getting to know each other. We go out for dinner every night, and each time, he holds my hand on top of the table. One day, he brings me to his offices, and I'm impressed with how professional everything looks and how many people he has on his staff. I've always wanted to go into marketing, and now I'm thinking how great it would be to work with my father.
At least once a day, James finds an opportunity to get inside me me. One night, he wakes me from sleep as he settles between my parted thighs. The room is pitch black, so we can't see each other, but I can feel his hot skin as he covers my body with his.
Another time, I'm outside, lying on my stomach and sunbathing. My eyes are closed, but I can tell there's a body looming over me, blocking the sun. He slips a blindfold over my eyes and ties it at the back of my head, then straddles my thighs, pulls my bikini bottoms to the side, and pushes into me.
This is how I spend the seven of the most incredible days of my life. When we make love, I never look at him, we never talk, and he always finishes inside of me. I've convinced myself that he must have had a vasectomy, or something. It would explain why he never worries about filling his very fertile, young daughter with his seed. It would also explain why he never had any kids after me, despite having been married three times.
When he drops me off at the airport at the end of my visit, we say goodbye before I get into the line for security. Tears fill my eyes, but I don't let them spill over. His eyes flit over my face, as if trying to commit every feature to memory, like he might never see me again. Just before we part, I go up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his cheek.
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Just over a month later, I realize that I'm a couple weeks overdue for my period. After three positive at-home pregnancy tests, I visit my doctor, who confirms that I'm pregnant. Once the initial shock wears off, I find that I'm not upset or angry that we'd been been so reckless that whole week. My only worry is that James won't be happy about this.
As soon as I get home from my appointment, I call him, telling him that I need to see him as soon as possible. He offers to fly up to Baltimore, but I tell him that I'd rather travel to him, so he books me a flight for later that night. Because I'm way too chicken to tell him to his face, I send him a text before getting on the plane.
*I'm pregnant.*
Two words, short and sweet. Really, what else is there to say? I don't look at my phone at all until I reach Tampa International, and when I do check, there's no response. My heart starts pounding, I'm so worried about what his reaction will be. This is just as much his doing as it is mine, though, so I take a deep breath and head toward baggage claim.
Unlike the last time I was here, I spot my father right away. When he sees me, the smile on his face is so bright, it's blinding. He starts walking toward me with quick strides, and I practically run in my rush to get to him. When we reach each other, he takes my face in both of his large, warm hands and brings his lips to mine in a possessive, passionate kiss. Our first. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. We hold each other so tightly, it almost hurts, but not enough to let go.
"God, I love you," he whispers in my ear.
I never go back to Baltimore. James has my things shipped to his home—my home—wanting me with him for the entire pregnancy, and so he can be there for our child like he wasn't able to be there for me. He tells me every day how grateful he is to me for giving him a second chance at being a father.
A few months after I move in with him, my father's production company releases what's quickly becoming it's highest grossing film ever—*Glory Girl*. | literotica |
Title: Don't Get Mad, Get Fucking Even Ch. 04
Tags: mature, milf, girlfriends mother, revenge, reluctance
*Disclaimer:
I want to thank my editor Sexyvibe for his help and suggestions. I appreciate the time and effort to make my story more readable.
All characters in this story are of legal age.*
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Chapter 04: Seducing Abigail
Throughout the remainder of the week, Abigail felt so ashamed and guilty at what she had done, unable to concentrate on anything. All her thoughts were focused on her daughter's handsome boyfriend and the soaring heights he taken her to. On Saturday morning, at the breakfast table, Abigail realised that she would have a day alone, as Tiffany and Catherine had gone to meet and stay overnight with friends and Clement was invited to a football game in another state.
Gavin knew that Abigail would be alone, so he decided to complete his conquest of his enemy's wife. The fact that she was married to Clement Douglas made him realize he wanted her even more than her daughters. He decided that this was the day where he would simply take her, fuck her and make her addicted to him.
Around ten o'clock Gavin stopped by the Douglas' mansion when he knew Abigail would be alone. He didn't ring the doorbell but walked into the house through the door in the garageand went to find his girlfriend's mother.
Abigail was arranging some flowers in a vase in the kitchen when Gavin walked in. She was shocked by his sudden appearance and stammered, "How did you get in?"
"Through the door in the garage."
"Catherine is not home. You shouldn't be here."
"I'm not looking for Catherine. I've come to finish what we started a few days ago," Gavin said with a smile as he moved purposely across the room.
"That was a mistake. I want you to leave immediately," Abigail said as she tried to get some control of the situation. At the same time she was clenching her thighs together as erotic thoughts rushed through her head, wondering what it would feel like to have the muscular teen embracing her tightly.
"I know you're frustrated. I've been studying you, and it's clear to me you need a real man. Your husband does not have time for you and I think deep down, he does not care for you."
"We can't, it's so wrong. Clement is a jealous man, he wouldn't want you to do it," Abigail protested as Gavin approached her.
Gavin took in his enemy's wife. She looked hot, casually dressed in a small black cotton dress with turquoise hibiscus flowers printed at the front and side. The shoulder straps made sure a lush cleavage was visible and the short dress only made it halfway down her slim thighs. To complete the picture the mature platinum blond was wearing 5'' heels. Gavin admired the way Abigail made a fashionable, sophisticated, yet sexy impression. He smiled as he knew he was alone with this sexy beauty, knowing that both her daughters and her husband were away till the next day. Boldly he stated, "I know you want this as much as me. You are a desirable woman but Clement is ignoring you. You are just a trophy wife and you need a real man."
"We can't. Catherine loves you, you'll break her heart," Abigail desperately tried to talk her way out of the situation.
"Catherine will have to share me. And she doesn't mind sharing me with her sister, why would she refuse sharing me with her sexually deprived mother. She has told me that your talks about sexual relationships made her aware of the fact that you didn't seem very experienced. That made her feel sorry for you, so I don't think she would object to me taking you to bed and making love to you," Gavin grinned.
"I love my husband, I won't," Abigail protested.
"You are a loving woman so of course you do have feelings for your husband. But we both know you want something more. If it's any consolation I'll not tell him." Gavin said as he took in a deep breath to inhale the fragrance of Abigail's intoxicating perfume.
Abigail turned away from Gavin, but before she could walk away, he moved up behind her. His girlfriend's mother remained frozen to the spot as he then brazenly slipped his left hand to the front of her trim waist. Pulling her back a bit, Gavin pressed his crotch up against her firm little ass, letting her feel the throbbing of his hardening cock. The loud gasp by Abigail Douglas indicated that she obviously felt his hardening shaft.
Gavin leaned down and pressed his face to the right side of her head, loving the feel of her soft platinum blond hair as he nibbled at her tender earlobe. Gavin couldn't resist turning a bit, sticking out his wet tongue and tracing the outline of her earlobe, then his tongue darted into her ear. He whispered, "Just like last time."
Abigail gasped as Gavin confidently brought his right hand down to her hip, then both of his hands slid up over her dress to cup her ample breasts, teasing thumbs finding and feeling the hardening response of her nipples.
"Stop! Stop, Gavin! We can't..." Abigail panted out in a panic as the brazen youth continued to fondle her breasts.
"Stop it. Please stop it, we can't...think of my family," Abigail stuttered, yet she could not help but shiver under the teenager's touch.
"You want this as much as me," Gavin stated as he continued to tweak her hard nipples.
"No...please no...I've never been with anyone but Clement. I don't want this!" Abigail almost sobbed.
Hormones out of control, Gavin could not stop himself, pulling the nervous beauty back against his hard body. Licking and kissing her ear, he whispered, "I'm just going to show you that you're a wild passionate woman. Mrs. Douglas, you're so sexy. I've been wanting to touch you like this forever. I'll make it good for you, I promise."
Gavin lifted her up in his powerful arms and walked out of the kitchen, down the hallway to Abigail's bedroom.
Abigail whimpered as she realized how strong her daughter's boyfriend was, "Please stop Gavin. I can't betray my marriage promises."
"Stop it Abigail. You have been teasing me for the last couple of months." Gavin grinned as he carried her up the stairs.
"Please let me go." Abigail whispered trying to regain some control of her own feelings.
Gavin's cock was throbbing under her wriggling buttocks. With a smirk he said, "I know you want this, and you know you want this."
"Please, stop it Gavin."
"Not a chance," Gavin replied as he reached the top of the stairs.
"I'll tell Clement. This is rape...you'll go to jail for this." Abigail threatened.
Never before had Gavin forced himself upon a girl, but now this sexy sophisticated woman had him totally out of control. He didn't think she would tell Clement about him, but the mere thought made him even more excited. Feeling Abigail struggling in his arms, hearing her whimper, Gavin felt his cock getting harder than ever before.
"Stop! I'll report you to the police."
"For what? Think about it Mrs. Douglas. I'm an innocent high school boy, who is seduced by a sex crazed married woman. I'm just a boy who couldn't say no to his girlfriend's mother, who had been teasing him for a long time," Gavin stated.
"I didn't seduce you. You're lying," she accused.
"I'll tell the police how you touched me. How you stroked my penis." Gavin said as he put her down on the floor in the bedroom.
"I did no such thing," Abigail replied as her eyes flicked downward to the huge bulge in Gavin's pants.
"I'll tell everyone that you said that your husband couldn't satisfy you. That you said his cock wasn't big enough for you."
"Please stop it Gavin," Abigail whimpered.
"I'll tell them that you let me finger you in the kitchen, while your daughters were sitting at the table. That you told me that you craved my cock, my big cock."
Taking control Gavin grasped the top of Abigail's dress. He liberated her from the dress and had Abigail standing in front of him in her bra and panties. Peeling down the lacy black bra, he licked his lips as he gazed upon the perfect pink nipple sitting atop a milky white mound, leaving the beauty in only the skimpy pair of bikini panties that she had put on that morning. He then proceeded to pick Abigail up and walked over to the large king-sized bed, easily tossing the petite beauty onto the middle of the bed, then he was right up on her.
"Nooo..." Abigail whimpered as her sensitive nipple was engulfed by the teen's hungry slurping mouth. Hands pinned above her head, the heavy hard body upon her, Abigail was overpowered by Gavin.
Gavin was in heaven. His big hands were cupping Abigail's fantastic breasts. He hefted the tremendous mounds, feeling the impressive weight in his hand. He slid his fingers all around the swelling globe, his fingertips seeking out the protruding bud of her nipple. He rubbed his index finger over it, feeling it stiffening and swelling under his touch. While he sucked on one nipple he stimulated the other with his hand.
Abigail didn't know what to do as Gavin sucked at her nipple. "Arggg...stop...please stop," she cried out as her daughter's boyfriend sank his teeth into one tender nipple and then the other.
Squirming upon the bed that she shared with her husband, Abigail felt the heavy body move a bit to the side. Next she felt her thin black panties being pulled down over her trim hips, baring her vagina to Gavin.
Gavin had been a little concerned that he actually was forcing himself on Abigail. But as his hand started to caress her pussy, he noticed she was sopping wet. He grinned and looked down on his enemy's wife and said, "Stop pretending you don't want it, Mrs. Douglas. Your body is betraying you. You're completely drenched and I think you're just trying to protect your reputation. But you want this as much as me. Feel how much I want you."
Abigail was shocked. She knew he was right. Her body wanted this, so when Gavin moved his lips to her moist red lips she gave in. She saw the lust in his eyes and felt a shiver run down her spine just before his mouth pressed against hers. Her eyes closed instinctively as she felt his soft lips on hers, his tongue sliding between her parted lips.
Seconds later they both moaned into each other's mouth as they kissed passionately, deeply. Abigail's arms looped around Gavin's muscular neck as she tipped her face up to his, letting him know she was his for the taking. As they kissed, Gavin started to caress her swollen clit. He rubbed his index finger over it, feeling it stiffening and swelling under his touch.
"Maybe we...we shouldn't," Abigail gasped, summoning up the willpower to draw her mouth away from his.
Gavin just grinned. He could see the wanton desire in her eyes; she was so like her daughters. Now he definitely knew she might be saying one thing, but her lush body pressing against him was saying something else, and he knew exactly what that was.
Confidently he said, "Stop it Abigail. It's going to be fantastic. Feel how much I want you." Gavin said and took her hand in his and pressed it against the throbbing bulge in his jeans.
"Oh my God," Abigail moaned as her petite hand closed instinctively over the hard column of flesh threatening to burst forth from the restrictive confines of Gavin's jeans. His cock was enormous. She had never felt one anywhere close to this size in her entire life. She was tingling with excitement as her hand closed around it, feeling the intense heat of the pulsing member right through his clothing.
"Take it out," Gavin ordered.
With her sizable breasts heaving with every ragged breath she took, Abigail reached down between them and undid his belt, pulling it open and then undoing the button of his jeans. As the button gave way, his throbbing cock lurched toward the opening, the huge bulbous head visible but still trapped beneath the waistband. Abigail's heart was racing, her whole body flushed with excitement. With trembling fingers, she reached down and slowly undid his zipper.
"Oh my God...oh my God," Abigail repeated again and again as Gavin's fly gaped open, his engorged erection lancing up and thrusting into the air. Her hand was drawn magnetically to the huge column of muscular flesh, her slender fingers circling the rigid shaft in a clutching grasp. The girth was so immense that the fingertips of her hand couldn't even reach the base of her palm. She slid her hand upwards, feeling the outer sheath sliding hotly beneath her fingers. She felt her heart flutter, feeling the tremendous power of Gavin's enormous cock in her pumping hand. She wondered how something could feel so incredibly hard and yet so sinfully soft at the same time.
Gavin pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He could see his girlfriend's mother looking at his muscular torso wantonly as her hand continued to milk away at his surging cock. He pushed his pants down and got rid of them.
As Abigail's hand was stroking slowly up and down along the length of Gavin's thick shaft, her eyes scanned his body and she was mesmerized by it.. It was more amazing than she ever believed it could be. His pecs look like giant rectangles sitting under his skin, each groove in his abs had to be an inch deep.
After some time Gavin got himself positioned between Abigail's trim legs. Then grabbing his throbbing cock in his fist, he rubbed his leaking cockhead along the whimpering beauty's tight gash and up to her soft blond landing strip.
Abigail was in lust, but she was also scared.
"I don't think..." she whispered as she looked down between their bodies, the engorged mushroom head of Gavin's huge cock pressed flush up against her vividly pink labia. She watched in awe as he rolled his hips, slowly working the enormous crown between her pussy-lips, the wet tissues parting and adhering tightly to his throbbing erection as he started to enter her. She could feel the intense heat radiating off his massive cock, the knob stretching her dripping hole as he insistently pressed forward.
Abigail shuddered as she felt his hard shaft pushing into her. She thought to herself, "Oh my...he's so much bigger than Clement. God...it's too big...it won't fit ...he'll tear me!'
Gavin was really aroused. He felt the head of his cock pop into his enemy's wife. Her pussy was tight, but he didn't give a damn. He just wanted to be buried deep inside of her.
"Argggg. Stop Gavin...please stop. You...you're too big. Oh my God, you're tearing me apart," Abigail screamed as Gavin thrust himself into her. At the same time Abigail spread her legs even wider apart, trying desperately to ease the pain between her legs.
This was the best fuck ever, Gavin thought as he kept thrusting himself into his enemy's wife, "Fuck Abigail, you're so tight...so fucking tight. I'm gonna nail you to this bed," he panted as he humped into the sexy beauty.
Abigail was gasping as she watched her luscious breasts heaving as her heart raced, the passion within her body taking over. She shrieked as she felt her vagina stretching around the tremendous girth slipping inside her, the clenching walls of her juicy vagina gripping at the hard, invading cock.
"Oh Gavin, please be careful," she panted throwing her arms around his neck as he went deeper.
As Abigail gave in, Gavin thrust forward, driving his rampant cock further into her sopping wet pussy, the tight folds of flesh inside her stretching and stretching before giving way, and then clasping tightly round the invading monster as it slipped deeper, her juices paving the way to her womb.
Abigail was thrashing about, impaled mercilessly on Gavin's monster cock as it thrust into her, the incredible thickness of it totally filling her as he went deeper than Clement ever had done. As her head lolled from side to side in blissful pleasure, she happened to glance down. Thinking she was as full as she could be, she was shocked to see at least three throbbing inches of his long thick pole still outside of her, her vivid pink labia clinging tightly as they circled the hard shaft.
Gavin was really stirred up. For the first time he was fucking a married woman, someone else's wife...his enemy's wife. He applauded himself as his hard dick forced itself deeper inside her. His girlfriend's mother, Clement Douglas' wife! She was as tight, hell, even tighter than her daughter. But she was also wet with excitement. Gavin pushed more inside. Then more. Then he decided to tease her, "I'll stop if you want it, Abigail. Should I stop?"
Pain and pleasure was mingled in Abigail's body, but for some time pleasure had replaced the pain and she could feel she was getting close. Then she felt Gavin stop his thrust into her.
"Don't..." she moaned as she tightened her legs around his.
Gavin slowly pulled his hips backward until he had eased all but the fat head of his cock from her.
Abigail felt lost, she was so close and she just wanted the teen to continue his movements.
"Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you? Then beg for it," Gavin demanded as he locked eyes with Abigail.
Abigail looked up into his passionate eyes, her full round breasts heaving and her vagina pulsating. After some seconds she suddenly dropped her eyes and whispered, "Fuck me Gavin."
"Fuck you?" Gavin asked.
"Yes. You win. I want you. I want my daughter's boyfriend to fuck me...I want you more, than I've ever wanted anything," Abigail cried out as she lifted her hips upward off the bed.
Gavin grinned and pushed downward and filled her with one deep thrust.
"Aaarrrrrrrrrggggggggggg..." Abigail shrieked and she tossed her head from side to side, her long platinum blonde hair whipping about. She shuddered as her pussy muscles instinctively squeezed around the pulsating shaft. She was being stretched as never before.
"I'm gonna make you cum," Gavin panted drawing his hips backwards once again and then flexing forwards, sending his hard shaft all the way into her.
"Oh my God...Oh my Gooooooooooooood," Abigail moaned loudly as the hard pole rising from Gavin's loins tore further into her steaming box, relentlessly, mercilessly, splitting her wide open.
Gavin gripped tightly to Abigail's hips as he drove his turgid cock as far into her as he could, feeling the intense heat of her searing snatch enveloping him. With an inch left to go, he thrust forward, sending the huge mushroom head crashing against her cervix. He was buried deep inside his enemy's wife.
"Arggg...so goood," Abigail moaned as she started to cum, twitching and shaking spasmodically as a blistering climax shot through her body. The muscles on the insides of her creamy thighs were twitching as she breathed rapidly, her lush breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her whole body overwhelmed with the exquisite sensations of a mind-numbing orgasm. She thought she was going to pass out from the intensity of the luscious sensations coursing through her as her tingling release went on and on.
Gavin was encouraged by the look on Abigail's face as she moaned out loud, her eyes closed in bliss, her body thrashing about like a ragdoll as his thrusting cock rubbed against the door of her womb. He'd seen that look before on her daughters. He knew that, like them, once their mother had a taste of what he could do for her, she'd never be able to get enough. It thrilled him to know that this was Clement Douglas' woman. When he felt her twitching body slowly coming back under control as her orgasm started to wane, he drew back and then flexed forward, starting to fuck her deeply again.
Abigail had been overpowered by her climax, but before she could calm down, her young lover continued his assault on her body. She threw her arms around his neck as she held on, his young muscular hips driving her repeatedly against the mattress as he began jack-hammering into her, pushing his enormous cock all the way into her with each powerful thrust.
"So goooooood," Abigail cried out as Gavin's massive cock-head triggered another fervent orgasm from deep inside her hot sopping wet pussy.
Gavin continued to fuck her, his rigid cock tearing into her as she convulsed on his impaling member. He now went balls deep, intent on bottoming out with every delicious stroke. Her full round tits were heaving wantonly, and with his driving hips keeping her pinned to the bed, he brought his hands up and filled them with her luscious tits. He started to pinch her hard pink nipples.
The sound of their frenzied fucking filled the room, a wet nasty squelching accompanying the sound of the bed as Abigail's body was being pounded time and time again into the mattress.
"Unbelievable, not again," Abigail screamed as she was climaxing for a third time, her body twitching uncontrollably as she lost all control.
Gavin squeezed her breasts as he felt that his balls were drawing up close to his body as his pleasure level escalated. He loved the fact that Abigail's slender legs were now crossed behind his back as she got into it, rolling her hips against his as their bodies worked together, each of them bringing the other as much pleasure as possible.
Feeling the thick cock expand further within her, Abigail came a little to her senses. She panicked as she realized what was going to happen and pleaded frantically, "Stop...stop...Gavin, stop...you're not wearing a condom. Stop...you'll get me pregnant!"
Gavin had always pulled out when he fucked Tiffany and Catherine, but Abigail's plea made him even harder. He wanted to soil his enemy's wife and if he made her pregnant, it would only be a bonus. So he continued to hammer into Abigail seeking his own release.
"No...stop..don't..." Abigail tried to stop Gavin, but then another orgasm overwhelmed her body. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deep into her.
For Gavin, that was all it took to send him over the edge. The clenching and un-clenching of Abigail's vagina around his massive shaft made him cum.
"Here it comes, Abigail. Take it all..." Gavin roared as he felt the first rush of semen speed up the shaft of his cock. He drew back once more and slammed forward, sending her petite body deep down into the mattress as he impaled her on his massive pole. His mushroom head was rubbing hotly against her cervix. The first thick rope of cum jettisoned forth, spurting into his girlfriend's mother like a fireball.
"Oh noooooooooooo." Abigail moaned as the feel of Gavin going off triggered another orgasm deep inside her. She threw herself back against the bed, as he continued to unload, flooding her fertile womb with hot thick cum. Unconsciously she worked his buried cock with her vagina as they both climaxed, her pussy gripping and pulling at his shaft, trying to pull as much of his potent seed out of him as she could.
Gavin was in heaven, as spurt after spurt of milky semen pasted itself against the hot wet tissues deep inside her fertile pussy. He continued to ejaculate as his muscular body pressed her against the bed, a barrage of semen gushing into her tight, wet pussy.
Abigail could feel him filling her up, the overflow leaking out of their joined bodies and sliding wickedly down the crack of her ass. She couldn't believe the amount of semen he was putting into her, but after what seemed like a minute, their mutual orgasms finally dwindled, and she quivered contentedly as a delicious shiver ran down her spine. She lay back against the mattress, her eyes closed as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
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Five minutes later, having almost passed out from the exquisite sensations that shot through her body, Abigail stirred to find searching lips upon hers. Bringing her arms to encircle Gavin's neck, she opened her lips to admit his probing tongue. Leaning up into his kiss, she then flicked her pointed tongue to play with his.
Gavin broke the kiss and looked down on his new mature lover.
"It hurt," Abigail whispered. She was lying on her back, her legs splayed wide apart, Gavin's cum leaking from her vagina.
"Liar. Maybe it hurt for a moment, but you wanted this as much as me. You even wanted me to breed you," Gavin lightly caressed her hair with his hand, then let his fingers slide down her cheek and then farther down to her breast.
"I did not want you to breed me. I begged you to pull out," Abigail stuttered.
"Maybe you said something like that, but when the time came you pulled me deep into you, so I could fill your fertile womb with my potent sperm," Gavin stated arrogantly.
"I didn't..." Abigail stammered as she realized Gavin was right. She had made sure he came deep inside of her. The mere thought made her vaginal muscles tighten around the growing and once again pulsating shaft within her.
When Gavin felt this, he once again started to thrust into her.
Abigail encircled her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together, humping up to fuck herself onto his throbbing manhood. Enjoying the pleasure of the fuck, she arched up to her lover.
After some Gavin pulled out and rolled Abigail over onto her stomach. He moved the palm of his hands possessively over her ass as he moved between her legs. "Lift your ass, get on your knees," he instructed as he ran a finger up her crack.
Abigail shuddered at his action and said, "Not there. I've never done it before. You're too big."
Gavin laughed, "Well Mrs. Douglas, there are a lot of things you have never done. But I'll just use your pussy and mouth today then. Do you think your husband would mind?"
"Don't talk about my husband. He has never done anything to you." Abigail said, in the dark about Clement Douglas' firing of Gavin's father.
Gavin was really stirred up. Before his father had lost his job, he had never thought about seducing a married woman. He knew that it was wrong to do what he was planning to do. But now there was another feeling growing in him. It was more than simply having sex with a beautiful woman. It was the excitement at knowing he was going to possess another man's wife, his enemy's wife.
"It's his own fault. If a man can't protect his own wife, can't satisfy her...he does not deserve her," Gavin growled.
"Don't say something like that," Abigail protested as Gavin slipped a pillow under her stomach.
"You know it's true. How long has it been since your husband has made love to you?"
"I don't..." Abigail stuttered.
"Don't answer. I'll bet it has been even longer since he has given you an orgasm," Gavin arrogantly stated.
Abigail didn't answer; she knew her young lover was right. She had never experienced what she just had experienced with Gavin. And now he was stroking her clit and she wanted him again.
"If you want to have another climax, you'll have to put me in. But I'm not sure, do you want it?" Gavin asked.
"Yes," Abigail moaned.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, make love to me. Give me your big cock!"
"Is it bigger than your husband's?" Gavin asked as he pumped two fingers insistently in and out of her drenched pussy.
Abigail was filled with lust. She would say anything to get her young lover to fuck her again. She moaned, "Yes, you're so much bigger. Please Gavin...fuck me now, fuck me hard."
"Then put me in."
Desperately Abigail moved her right hand back and grabbed Gavin's thick shaft to move the huge head up and down her pussy-lips. Then she moved her hips impaling herself on his hard shaft.
Grasping Abigail by her trim hips, Gavin lunged a good six inches into her and he was delighted to hear her cry out. Thrusting hard again, then once again, his huge cock was bottomed out inside of her. Wanting to let her know she was being dominating by him, he asked: "Is it better than with your husband, Mrs. Douglas?"
He kept perfectly still at that instant, felt her tense as she processed what he had said, then she clutched at him and arched back to get him to resume fucking her.
Abigail was so close, so she screamed, "Don't stop...please don't stop!"
To torment her into answering his question, Gavin said, "Tell me, Mrs. Douglas...tell me! Is this better than with your husband?"
Giving in to her sexual need Abigail let go and screamed, "Yes, damn you...yes, you bastard...yes, it's better. It's fucking fantastic. Now fuck me, Gavin ...just fuck me with your monster cock!"
Hearing that, having totally conquered her, Gavin then gave her what she wanted from him, a good hard fuck. Not being gentle, he hammered her, the slapping of their naked bodies echoing throughout the bedroom.
The room was filled with loud slapping sounds as the couple's naked bodies met one another atop of the Douglas marital bed.
After some minutes Abigail screamed, "I'm there..I'm there...arrghh!"
Gavin began hammering her wet pussy and ten minutes later he grasped her hips and roared "I'm cumming...I'm cumming in your fertile womb."
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"Again?" Abigail asked, amazed, ten minutes later.
"Yes," Gavin said as he again pushed his hard shaft into his enemy's wife.
"You're unbelievable," Abigail moaned.
"You love it," Gavin laughed as he fucked her once again.
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For the rest of the day, Gavin fucked Abigail in every position imaginable. One minute she would be riding him with her full round breasts thrusting invitingly out to him, then he'd be kneeling between her legs holding her legs up and out to each side in a lewdly inviting V as he rocked his hips back and forth, his huge cock stretching and filling her. Then he would flip her over and pull her to her knees, shuttling his rampant cock in and out of her pulsating cunt from behind. Gavin took Abigail sideways, one leg pulled high into the air, and then he'd roll over and pull her on top of him, letting her ride him as she settled deep in the saddle, her clutching labia nestled right down around the base of his thrusting erection and her manicured nails scratching his muscular torso.
When Gavin wasn't fucking his enemy's wife, he would sit back against the headboard and have her kneeling between his powerful legs, her head bobbing on his dick as she worked to bring him back to full hardness.
Abigail was stunned by the stamina and endurance of her daughter's boyfriend. It had been a long time since she had had a cock in her mouth, but when she couldn't handle another orgasm she used her mouth on her teen lover. She loved the way Gavin would run his fingers through her hair and move her mouth just where he wanted it. She was a little scared by his seemingly insatiable sexual hunger.
She had lost count of the number of times she had climaxed, but she couldn't say no to him and kept coming back for more.
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Later that night Abigail was lying exhausted on top of Gavin, her lips inches from his.
"Tell me," Gavin whispered.
"Tell you what?" Abigail asked in a hoarse voice.
"Who is your man?"
Abigail was shocked. It was one thing that her daughter's boyfriend had fucked her into oblivion, now he also wanted her to admit it to him. She thought about it, then she realized he was right. He had taken her and made her his. With tears in her eyes she said in a husky voice, "You're my man. I love you..."
Gavin didn't reply and just waited.
"You're my man. I want only to be with you...I love your big cock...you fill me completely."
"Kiss me my sweet slut," Gavin said.
Abigail moved in and gave her new man a passionate kiss.
Gavin fucked her once more before he left her sleeping in her marital bed. This time he had pulled out and sprayed her with his cum. As he got out of her bed he looked down at his enemy's wife. Abigail's gorgeous body was covered in his semen. He had marked her with his cum and it was everywhere, milky ribbons and silvery gobs in her hair, all over her face and tits, with pearly clumps clinging lewdly to her pink nipples. The sticky goo was all over her midsection, especially around her swollen pussy-lips and inner thighs. Gavin looked down at the obscene whitish trail oozing sluggishly from her vivid pink labia, sliding down the crack of her ass and making a sizable puddle on the sheets beneath her. He looked back at Abigail's pretty cum-covered face, peaceful and beautiful in contented slumber. He took some pictures with his phone and got dressed, then he left the Douglas mansion. | literotica |
Title: Just Sittin’ On It by Gruffy
Tags: Anal, Anatomically Correct, Ass, Canine, Cock, Cum, Deep Penetration, Doberman, Fingering, Gym, Knot, Locker Room, M/M, Muscles, Musk, Nipples, Riding, Rimming, Teasing, Tie, beefcake, marking
Just a little something - calling them that seems like a good omen to me, so why not? \*chuckle\* Just something to get the creative juices flowing. Apparently some people were already coming down with withdrawal symptoms, and you can count me in. Don't forget to comment, vote, fave and watch!
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Don't you just love doing it sitting up with your bitch's sweet ass grinding onto your lap? Your own big sweaty ass stuck on the old leather of the chair that's gonna be making a whole new definition for what you call your favorite easy chair. I know it's a bit on the old side and there're a few frayed edges - but that's not trying to draw some fucking comparisons between my own body and the black leather armchair I was sitting on at the moment with the hunk bouncing against my thick thighs.
Oh sweet, sweet Jesus, muscles might look good on a lot of guys, and I'm all in for some eye candy and gropey-gropey, but when you actually *feel* all of that mass working for the sole purpose of fucking someone's ass raw, I ain't known anything better than that yet.
"Ughhh....yeah...shit..."
Those of us in the know call it the roller's gym, because everyone who knows what the locker rooms are good for knows the secret signals. Must sound a bit quaint on this time and age of internet hook-ups and whatnot, but sometimes a bit of good ol' cottaging can put surprising spring into your...cock...hehe...if it wasn't so damn hard even now, seesawing into the gym hunk's tight sweet beefcake ass.
My arms were tightly wound around his chest, so that I could feel each and every ripple of that sweaty torso, every muscle struggling to keep up the constant rocking of his body on my love pole while I just sat back, held on for the ride, and enjoyed the musky muscle furs on the Doberman's back.
Wonder if that Gray guy had someone like this to draw on when he wrote that book, heheh.
"Oh fuck me..."
I made a few token humps of my hips, to thrust my thick knotty dick into the sweet pucker that needed little besides a couple of eager fingers scissoring through his hole and a good serving of my tongue before the Doberman was soon doing a whole new kind of an aerobic exercise on my lap. My ears kept on flicking with the little ruffs and huffs and "ohfucks" he kept letting out, but most importantly I heard the repeated slap of his huge, heavy, lowhangers slamming down against the leather of the chair whenever my beefy catch bottomed out on my eight inches and then churned his hips back and forth and from side to side as if trying to mix a martini in there before going up for another pucker-stretching exercise.
Slap, slap, slap.
Sweet mother of ass, this one was tight and nice. Smelled great, too, and I had definitely made sure to tell him once I had cornered him at the locker room as a definite roller, and open for some sexy business.
"Uhhh fuck that ass!" the Doberman demanded, punctuating each word with a tight-throated rumble and a firm jab of his hips that made his own swinging cock bouncing against my arm, wound across his washboard belly.
I ain't much for dirty talk, usually, so I let him have his fun and concentrated on the feeling dangerous suctioning on my cock and ground my own musky sheath against his distended asshole, and felt my balls nestle into the crevice of his nutcracker lobes of mighty muscle. The satisfyingly squelching sound was a fun combo of my pre-cum, spit and some nice heavy duty silicone lube bubbling with the piston action of my knotted dick pumping in and out of his willingly submitted power bottom.
The trick about knowing a roller is to know a bit about the masculine character, and I ain't talking about the gayday here. It's inevitable that a little bit of paw-to-groin action happens whenever guys strip down to their underwear...or even less, heh, but the important thing is to know what counts as just saying a friendly five-padded hello to your treasures, and what extends into the realm of simply and rudely showing it all off.
I lick his neck and mess the smooth, slick furs there with even more of my saliva which has already accumulated there and mingled with his sweat, mine, and the sheer condensation of my panting against that thick, bulky neck belonging to a seriously tough-looking Doberman. I've no idea what he does in the world that doesn't involve ball-musky locker rooms and the rhythmic clanging of exercise machines in the mirror-walled chamber of sheer man-muscle love.
So what? I gotta wear a jockstrap to the gym simply to keep my boner from showing off too much while I do my thing and enjoy the things others are doing, and know that I'll be nursing that nice hard-on all the way home, with a little gentle hello in the shower as I soap myself up after a good session, before home awaits with all the bachelor conveniences one might need. That is of course if you aren't as lucky as I've been today and got myself a roller.
I held onto him even tighter as I adjusted him a little on my lap, tilting to hunk a little to the right side without losing a single inch of cock-to-ass contact while I ducked my head down and pushed my muzzle against his sweaty pit. The sudden heat of my breath there makes the Doberman lose his rhythm on my lap and throw his head back so that our neck collide softly, with sweaty slickness.
"Ohhhh keep doing that, man!" the doggie panted as I began to lick on his steamy hot pit, tasting how a good rank Doberman works himself up.
I wasn't about to stop, anyway, and decided to add a bit of fun by lifting my paw to his bulgy pectoral muscle and finding his nipple, which was easy to locate as a rich, hot nub against my palm. The accumulated sweat was more than enough to make for a nice, slick friction.
Slap, slap, slap.
He walked into the shower so damn confidently, cocky as hell, shit, which meant that I had to turn against the wall pretty quickly once he got his gear off and parked himself under one of the showerheards. I could see few of the other guys showering take peeks, too, but they were as shy as I was, and for a reason, I guess, because showing that you was boned might've scared off the poor straight guys who didn't know for the better.
"Ohhhh fuck..."
My chin was slick with my saliva, and the musk wouldn't leave my nose even after I snorted loudly and lifted my head up from his charming pit and went on to lick his arched shoulders instead.
"Ahhh man..."
I still let him do most of the work, but didn't stop playing with his little man-nipples and groping all over those rippling belly muscles that were riding him up and down on me so efficiently.
Didn't take me too long, back at the showers, to tell that he was a roller. No straight guy spends that much time soaping up one's balls and sheath, especially not doing it while whistling cheerfully and adjusting your positioning from side to side so that you're essentially showing off your package to everyone who might take a peek. And then you make another round with the liquid soap, to repeat the whole rinsing action all over again.
I was starting to get a bit winded up, now, pounding his ass in concert with the rocking of his hunky hips against my thicker thighs, and marveled at the control he was shoving despite obviously being worked to the very limits of sexual endurance by my constant teasing of his delicious body.
You didn't see guys that gorgeous everyday, especially not those who were so open and ready to flaunt it without a second thought. The seconds spent rubbing that liquid soap between his buttcheeks while holding his head up to the spray, ears flicking in the water and droplets going over his long, grinning muzzle...
Well, I was glad that my towel was close by in a hook so that I could grab it and hide myself before making myself appear a bit too predatory in this buffet of manly butts and bodies, and I had made my quick leave into the locker room.
"Ye-ye-yee-aahh...yeah, just riiiiiiight there!"
Fucking hell!
Now the Doberman was practically hunching on the toes of his footpaws, hipbones pressing against my thighs as he me strange squatting motions over my cock, and was now presumably milking his prostate with the well-aimed tip of my dick, burrowed deep into that tight, rippling tunnel that I had been filling up for who knows how long now. His bouncing balls went into an overdrive and slapped against mine repeatedly.
It almost hurt, and it felt good, and I hissed, and nipped his shoulder to tell him that this was the business I meant when it came to fucking a tight hunk's brains out. My knot felt like it was just about ready to implode, being repeatedly pressed against his asshole in the crevice of those sculpted cheeks.
He sauntered into the locker room with a white towel around his waist, water dripping along his hot torso, and with that same cocky expression over his muzzle as he passed an outgoing slinky fox and then went over to his own locker, still showing no sign of any hurry. I got up from the bench almost instantly, holding my own towel around my waist with my paw, as I took a step closer.
"Hey!" I said gruffly.
A couple of ear flicks was his reply, busy with opening his locker now, which let me take a good look at those shoulders I was even now molesting with bites and licks over the muscles that worked themselves so well now, driving us both into a mad, sexual haze.
"That was a nice workout you did out there, man," I told him, watching him from afar even as my towel tented up dangerously. "Bet you're a bit sore in the right places."
His docked tail flicked under his own towel, creating a mound on the back that must've looked much like the protrusion on the front of my own towel. The throbbing of my dick caused it to rub against the rough, wet fabric, which only made things worse for me. He harrumphed a little and still made a show of being busy with his locker door.
My hot power bottom had even forgot to cuss, now that I was driving my knot so deeply against his hole, every thrust combining my strength and his weight as the big bulb of bulging canine meat tried to break its way through into his body and claim him properly as mine for the moment. I was even playing nice enough to put one of my paws down on his thick dick and give it a generous squeeze, which he returned by starting to buck on me even harder, obviously needing that knot in him like the bitch he was at heart, in that dark, deep crevice of his mind that simply wanted to get stuffed.
"I've got a place just nearby," I told him as I kept watching his muscles move under that delicious chocolate-colored fur, "I could give you a good rub-down...."
His ears flicked rapidly, up, down, and I could hear the deep intake of breath, as I put the offer out into the open, as blunt as ever, the cocky bastard that I was when my balls were starting to do the thinking for me instead of my brain. Blame the damn nice scent of that freshly washed sex on legs, if you may.
I sure as hell did, but had no qualms.
His asshole clamped down on my knot like a fucking rubber band as I made the last jackrabbit thrusts needed to get that lump of hot man-meat deep into the even hotter male's tight ass. My claws pressed hard on his muscles and made him rumble as he felt the pressure, not to mention the extra stretching out of his rump as I made myself home.
"FUUUUUUUUUUCCKING HELL!"
That's the sound of it!
I began to hump up as hard as I could, with him riding, trying to help, even if his legs seemed to have gone into a convulsive fit at having something so big stretching out his insides all so suddenly. The pre spurting against my arm from the sheer pressure I was putting on his prostate and milking it all out told me that he didn't mind. I clamped my teeth on the scruff of his neck furs and held on tight as I made sure that soon it would not be just the watery stuff coming out of him, but something better, too.
This is what a good workout is all about.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
He was practically howling, I was barking, as I made a mess of his prostate with a few extra bucks, and then the pulsing and rippling of his insides became too much for me to handle. My balls buzzed and soon exploded in an electric sensation that made all my muscles tense, my asshole included, as I kept on humping that sweet piece of tail until I had pumped every single ounce of my doggie cream into my willing captive's warm back passage. The Doberman seemed to be really getting off on the idea of being tied and taken like a bitch, since it only took a few moments of the full knot treatment plus my paw on his dick before he shot his own load over his chest.
And that's how our second workout ended, a mere hour after I had told him to get his gear and follow me out. I was gonna be a gentleman and drive us over, of course.
On an extra comfy seat.
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Title: High School Transformation: Ch 2 Sean and Joe by the roo
Tags: Anal, Goat, Highschool, M/M, Magic, Shower, Transformation
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
This is a retype of some of my oldest transformation work because my grammar and typos back then were terrible. Retyped: 5/24/2011
With a whisper of magic words, Ed was returned to an almost human state, save for the enormous uncut meat that hung between his legs. Approaching his new found master, he tilted his head in a curious way, "Master?" His ears flickered and he flapped his lips as he looked down at the shorter sorcerer, the skater boy brushing his long hair to the side as his new tassel like tail swayed behind him. Deciding to quote from one of his favorite movies, he ordered, "Go, play, have fun." As the master waved off his new beast, the pet gathered the almost forgotten gym clothes he had intended to wear, planning on using them to disguise himself amongst the sheep. Admiring the mess his work had left behind, the boy with the grayish blue nipples and donkey tail perked his ears at the sound of rattling pipes. "Oh, who is in the showers, I wonder?" With a sly grin and an evil whip of his new tail, he made his way to the metal door that lead into the shower rooms.
As he entered the room, the hissing sound of water on tile drowned out the sounds of the outside world, even as the door thudded shut. Gazing around the corner, the dirty minded caster's eyes fell upon a sight. "Oh Sean, you dirty boy..." Lying against the wall between the two shower pillars, which were all on full blast, was a young lad with shoulder length blonde hair and lithe young body which was almost hairless. What made the scene so dirty was he was thrusting his hardening cock into his stroking hand. Raising the watch on his wrist to eye's view, "Oh, I do have a good twenty minutes...." Raising his fingers and giving them a light wiggle, "Ute eideth nefirden..." Sean's jerking suddenly stopped as something overcame him, his long golden hair falling before his eyes. But now it wasn't so golden anymore, sharing a tint of brown.
An itching feeling spread throughout the rest of his body, causing him to hug himself as he scratched. Shocked, he was shaking as he raised his hands in front of him...seeing patches of long flowing fur which easily matched his head. "Whuh tut tut tut?" Very quickly he covered his mouth, frightened by his cluttered speech. Stammering, he reached up to touch himself, only to realize from his face was hanging a very long golden brown beard which almost touched his chest. It wasn't there a few minutes ago. Panicking, Sean stood up, only to be overwhelmed by a sudden dizziness and a tugging from his rear.
Pained followed the nausea as Sean struggled to hold himself up with one of the soap holders attached to the shower pillar. Looking up as if pleading to God he screamed, "What's going on?" Groaning and gripping his forehead, he felt something building up in his chest. Rearing up his head, he gave off a loud, "Baaaaaaaaaaah eh eh eh!" Two sharp horns pierced his forehead, curving back before pointing forwards. Absolutely frantic, the once blonde, pubic less young man was now supporting a fine coat and hardy male billy goat horns, tugging at them as if they were able to come off.
Blinking once, those deep browns would never show themselves again as they fade into a warming color of peach. Through those eyes he watched as his face pinched together and then extended with a loud cracking. Feeling his face, he felt the leathery touch of a cute black button that was once his nose and the smoothness of his dark lips.
The sound of clattering could be heard, but it was not the hooves Sean was now sporting behind him. "Hey Sean, bet you're jerking off to the thought of my dick again, aren't chya?" It was the school's famous football tackle, Joe. Another obnoxious, loud mouth little boy... "Corban, what are you doing in here?" Reaching out, the young sorcerer placed his hands on the guy's chest, "Billy goat grough, billy goat tough, billy goat....rough." With direct contact, the magic flowed fastest through Joe's veins a he became a large half man, half goat furre with short, black fur and straight horns that lead behind his head unlike Sean. Also unlike Sean, Joe was only sporting a short black beard as he approached the still changing track runner.
The frightened half goat gasped as he felt strong, hoof fingertips grab the back of his horns, still not having lost his human self. "Billy go..o...o...oat, ROUGH!" Joe was relentless as he repeatedly made attempts to stab at Sean's ass with his roughly banana curved cock. Snorting as he struggled to strike gold, Joe tapped his back right hoof against the shower tile as he finally shoved his dick home, causing Sean to bah out a scream because of a new painful feeling burning in his hole. Again and again Joe rammed his butt, even butting horns at times as their fuzzy sacs butted each other.
As sticky pre flowed into Sean's insides, it seemed to speed up the transformation into a billy goat even further. His nipples turned to a reddish leather shade, his teeth hardened into what could have been described as white pebbles, and his fingertips changed to hooves just in time to stroke his own banana cock as he learned his place. Sean fell forward against a shower pillar as Joe rammed him one last time, filling his insides up until watery spooge dripped from the rim of the billy's asshole.
Corban closed his eyes and growled in his throat as a set of devil like horns prodded their way out of the flesh on his forehead. "Well, it could be worse..." Reaching up to brush his long brown bangs over the horns, he stopped to notice his finger nails had turned to marble black hoof. "Now that's cool..." Turning around, he looked at Sean and Joe as they turned human again for now, just like Ed. Joe still had his banana cock, the only thing that had not changed back, firmly wedged up Sean's opened hole. Sean was still sporting a small, billy goat tail, moaning as he reached back to stroke along the rim of his spent hole.
Reaching into the small slot that was beneath his tie, Corban pulled out what looked like a small piece of receipt paper, "Now, who's next on my list?" | FSE |
The use of the word “work” was done with such an odd emphasis to it that Ashly couldn’t help but gulp, knowing that whatever was about to come her way, it couldn’t possibly be remotely good. It didn’t occur to her, up until that very moment, that she was alone in her home with someone who not only knew about the ins and outs of a lifestyle that she was interested in, but someone who would be more than happy to actively experiment with it… and once again, a thought that should have a very simple and straightforward reaction to it instead left the canid feeling conflicted with herself: if, on one level, she wanted Mina to take the wheel and show her what it was like to be dominated properly, on the other her very own animal instincts kept her from accepting this as a reasonable option; she was the top dog there (and quite literally so), so if anyone was going to dominate anyone else, it was her, not Mina.
Besides, the vixen had plenty of experience being the one on the receiving end of the leash, so surely they wouldn’t mind it if the same power dynamics carried on with their newest friend; and, judging from the way they were looking up at her, they were thinking the exact same thing. It didn’t occur to Ashly that she was about as easy to read as an open book, that her control over her own emotions was so terrible that something as powerful as the arousal she felt at that time would be stupendously easy to notice for anyone paying even half-decent attention, let alone someone like Mina (or, heavens forbid, Lira); it was unsurprising that the vixen would then take her hand into their own, pulling them towards the bedroom with the most devious smile on their muzzle, and a near-manic glint to their eye.
Only when the two of them were inside did Mina actually stop to ask more technical questions, and while they were, on the surface, seemingly innocuous, it was the sheer bluntness of it that really sold to Ashly how “real” it was. They weren’t discussing the theoretical basics anymore, it was Mina asking her if she had any lengths of rope or tape, if she had any experience using harnesses, as well as running down the more practical aspects of the sort of toy-based play she was expected to engage in. Those weren’t decontextualized lessons, they were practical tips, and the jump was enough to leave Ashly reeling… though not enough for her to back down; if anything, the wild dog was just disappointed to have to keep shaking her head, telling Mina that no, she didn’t have any of the tools needed for the two to actually have some fun together.
This was a slight issue, though one the vixen seemed intent on resolving at earliest possible convenience, mostly by hijacking their host’s wardrobe, making off with a far too large shirt, and telling Ashly that they would be back within the hour, leaving the canid, for the first time ever, feeling alone in her own home. It was a curious sensation, that of having been abandoned at such a critical moment; even if the amazon knew that her newest potential fucktoy would come back soon, there was no shaking off how odd it felt to have things move so quickly, enough so that she was left feeling dizzy as all the possibilities swam in front of her, melting into one another and keeping her from truly deciding on a path for herself going forward.
She could only imagine what it would’ve been like had it been Lira who took the reins, though that was most likely why the panda gal had stepped aside and provided her with a far easier “challenge”, if she could even use that word. It was hard, squaring what she knew to be factually true, and what she wanted to happen based purely on her raw arousal and the unfamiliar instincts crowding her conscious thought processes; distinguishing between what she wanted, and what the beast within craved, was a task so complex that Ashly was left paralyzed as she sat on her bed, staring ahead at the wall and wondering to herself how she’d even gotten there… yet, simultaneously, it gave her something to do, and the closer she came to a resolution, the better she felt about her odds.
The answer was obvious, as it always had been, but it was less of a case of Ashly knowing it and far more a matter of her internalizing what was going to happen; there was no chance in hell that she’d ever be the one to be dominated that night, even if she had absolutely no experience in the lifestyle or kinks associated with it. Despite her being a complete newbie, it was simply non-negotiable: Mina was a small vixen, one that Ashly had a good three feet on, one whose body weight was the equivalent of the wild dog’s torso alone, and while some people might be into that sort of reverse size play, the giantess certainly wasn’t. Not that she felt entitled to have Mina or anything; in fact, she was quite certain that once the two of them were done, it’d be them comforting her in aftercare, not the other way around, and though she recalled that wasn’t how things were meant to be, she was still entirely new to the whole thing, and thus had no way of actually understanding what she was feeling.
Like before, much like with the gym, Ashly needed to externalize what was going on inside of her, hopefully understanding it by way of doing… and when Mina knocked on her front door, carrying two stupendously large and heavy cases in her hands, that’s when the wild dog knew that the two would be doing quite intensively going forward. She said nothing as the vixen excitedly rattled off all the contents of the cases, trying hard not to think about what each of those things did; hell, half of the names she didn’t even recognize at all, making it quite the surprise when the vixen dropped the cases on the ground, cracked them open, and revealed all sorts of… well, Ashly’s face was a bit too red for her to focus properly, but there were plenty of toys and restraints to play around with, should one want it.
And she did; much as she would’ve liked to proclaim herself to be the voice of caution, Ashly wanted to take those ropes and bind Mina up so they’d be at her complete mercy, she wanted to have that tiny little vixen there beneath her heel, for them to beg and mewl and let her know just who was in charge in their budding relationship. Conversely, there was the other side of herself, the one who immediately began wondering what it would be like if it were Lira in there with her, and how much fun the two could have together if the panda gal decided to do even a fraction of what the two of them had spoken about the night before.
From there, as before, things began to blur together, presumably as a defense mechanism on Ashly’s mind’s part; it was easier for the wild dog’s brain to simply shut off most higher-order processes and resort to using instinct almost exclusively, only occasionally bringing back the canid’s conscious self whenever a knot needed to be tied, or a collar checked for whether or not it was properly fastened. Apart from that though, the rest was entirely up to the wild half of the genemodded giantess, the one who wanted to stop thinking and get down to action already, the one who wanted to feel one end of the leash in one hand and the vixen’s soft, trembling body underneath the other, the one who wanted to hear the cries coming from Mina, who played into the role of the sex-starved submissive perhaps a bit too well.
Red flags would fly, forcing Ashly to focus back on reality, only to see the tell-tale signs that indicated the vixen was still actively enjoying herself: grimaces would turn to grins, even if only momentarily, the whining would turn to moaning, the trembling would turn to squirming, and all of it without… something. There was something missing, though Ashly couldn’t for the life of her remember what it was; a critically vital piece of information that the wild dog knew was lacking, yet still couldn’t make herself stop over it. The instincts were stronger than she was: the arousal, the need for dominance, every last ounce of unspent sexual tension built up ever since she tried getting on Richard’s good side, all of it had to come out; and though part of her wondered whether she was simply using Mina as an outlet, the rest of her simply couldn’t bring itself to care.
The vixen was moaning loudly enough that everyone else in the apartment block could probably hear, and that was all that mattered. Their bodies were glued together, and that was all that mattered. The power dynamics were established, and that was all that mattered. In that moment, they were what they were meant to be, living to their fullest potential, becoming everything that they were ever destined to become; it just so happened that this included copious use of ropes and restraints, not to mention a bit more roughhousing than Ashly was used to. Then again, she was still new to having a proper sex life, so what did she know? Her sole experience were platitudes offered by others about how when “the time was right” then “she would know”, among other, even less useful pieces of advice, if it could even be called that. This though, this whatever it was that she was sharing with Mina, interfacing through leashes and collars and harnesses and plugs, this felt right; and if it felt right, then clearly i-
“Garnet!”
The shout seemed to come from nowhere, but like an emergency switch at a factory assembly line, it stopped everything. Ashly heard it, and almost instantly, her muscles froze and her entire body went stiff; she was back to reality, back to her usual self, standing on top of her bed, inside of her bedroom, with Mina underneath her, kept firmly flat against the mattress by way of one of the canid’s paws on their back. The word had, somehow, caused Ashly to reboot entirely, almost like she’d been hit in the back of the head with something hard enough to make her black out; it was only after a few moments that the amazon realized the significance of it, as well what she’d been missing all long: “garnet” was their safeword.
Ashly had no clue how she remembered that if she couldn’t recall ever setting up a safeword to begin with, but given how easily her mind slipped away from her own control, one could never be too certain about anything anymore. What mattered was that Mina had called an end to the proceedings, and Ashly, being the responsible dominant in that scenario, had but one task: stop, remove every last restraint from her partner, and initiate aftercare. It was almost instinctive, even if she had never done this before; perhaps her animalistic side was gifted with far more protective aspects than Ashly had given it credit for, or maybe her human self knew when to tip the scales properly when needed.
Regardless of what the case was, the fact of the matter was that Mina needed something big, fuzzy and eminently loving to cuddle up with, and Ashly, being who she was, would promptly offer herself. It was important that the vixen know that they could trust her, though why exactly that was, Ashly couldn’t quite tell; there was the obligation, of course, what was expected of her as a dominant in a relationship of that kind, but there was something else bothering her… though perhaps “bothering” wasn’t the right word. Rather, the need to care for her partner was more than just something she had to do, more than just a fact of their kink lifestyle that neither of them could really negotiate; instead, it was something that Ashly wanted to do. She wanted to provide loving care and attention to Mina, she wanted to hold the vixen against her and gently stroke their back while humming quietly, she wanted to take that moment where the two seemingly melted into one another and extend it for as far as she could.
It was most likely because of how this had been her first true sexual experience, the whole event playing merry hell with her hormones, but even if that was the case, that didn’t take away just how powerful the feelings she had for Mina at that time were. They were more than just a sexual partner, they were someone that Ashly could count on, someone she could turn to and trust, even if they had literally only just met earlier that day; there was a connection there, even if a purely physical one, and the canid couldn’t help but worry slightly about whether or not she would end up doing something to break it… either that, or if she was moving too fast, and what she was feeling at that time was less of a deeper connection and more just her having residual horny energy flowing through her veins as thickly as syrup, with her mind choosing to interpret this raw physical attraction as something more complex than it actually was.
Nevertheless, these were questions for later, for after the two of them were cleaned up and ready to discuss what had just happened, and that was for after they were done with cuddling together; there was, ultimately, something soothing about the exercise, far more than the actual dominance that preceded it. For Ashly, it felt as if anyone could wield a leash or tie a harness or “threaten” the use of a whip, but it took a special someone to share a moment like the two were experiencing: together, in silence, holding one another and simply bathing in their mutual presence.
Granted, the vixen’s grip was stronger than it had been at the bar, and judging from how much they occasionally shivered, it was clear that they needed more attention than Ashly initially assumed they would. Hell, the experience was intense enough for her that she nearly blanked out entirely when her wild side took over, so she could only imagine what it was like for the person on the receiving end of her ministrations; much as the two were consenting adults, there was only so much one could take before having to ask for a time-out, so much one could endure before the emotional charge reached a breaking point and things needed to be grounded.
It made sense to her, at least on a surface level: it wasn’t about one person establishing dominance over the other, but rather an exercise in trust, where one side fully entrusted the other to go to the very limits of what they both considered acceptable, yet not a single step further. It was a perpetual trust fall, where one side placed themselves entirely at the mercy of the other, knowing (or hoping, at least) that the latter wouldn’t let them splat all over the ground. For Ashly, this was an entirely new interpersonal dynamic, one that she had never experienced before; trust was one thing, but on that level? Perhaps her notion that herself and Mina shared a deeper bond than usual wasn’t that far off-base, given the sheer amount of blind trust the vixen had to have had in her, that they would so gleefully throw themselves at them.
Even with Lira presumably letting them know it was fine, Ashly couldn’t help but feel downright honoured that Mina would actually go ahead with what the two had just done, not with a complete stranger like herself… and thus, the canid wondered just who was taking care of whom in the afterglow. Was it her, the one responsible for the emotional high in the first place, or was it Mina, the one with an actual clue on what had just taken place? Perhaps their attempts at snuggling closer were less of a way for them to feel more comfortable and more their unique manner of ensuring their partner didn’t feel like they had gone too far; the vixen had used their safeword, so perhaps, in their mind, they believed that Ashly would believe she’d gone far beyond what she should’ve done in her first ever experience… or, perhaps, the canid was overthinking it again.
Maybe she should just focus on what she had right there and then: a loving, warm, intimate moment of companionship with someone that understood her on a level deeper than most others ever had, even if it took using ropes and harnesses to get there. It took a long while, as well as Mina themselves suggesting they should probably clean up, before Ashly even began to think about getting up from bed, and even then the amazon took her sweet time rolling off from it, keeping Mina tightly against her all the while. Eventually, the warm silence gave way to occasional giggling on the vixen’s part, who was presumably so giddy at how Ashly was so overprotective of them that they couldn’t avoid showing it in some way; not that Ashly herself minded, given that having such a fluffy squeezing toy for her personal use ticked several boxes on a checklist she didn’t even know she had.
The two only separated when they reached the shower, and even then the whole thing was just used as an excuse to get them to rinse and wash one another while keeping as little distance between themselves as possible; ostensibly, this was because they could more effectively clean themselves after such an intensive workout, but the reality of it was far baser than that. Still, it was this sort of polite fiction that made the experience that much better; they could pretend that it was something it wasn’t, indulge in the pretense of normality when the whole day up until then had been anything but. It certainly helped in Ashly’s case, that she didn’t have to worry about whether or not she was just going crazy, or overstepping herself in doing something she just wasn’t ready for; being able to interact with Mina in a somewhat “normal” fashion was enough to let her know that she hadn’t done something she couldn’t take back, even if they had to use their safeword to put a premature end to things.
Then again, as the canid considered while sitting down and letting the vixen scrub her back, wasn’t that the point of having a safeword to begin with? If both sides knew they would never get to a point where they’d even remotely need one, then why did they spend time coming up with a signal to get them to stop? Was the point not to drive themselves to the very brink, to explore every avenue until they reached a proverbial brick wall and had to be pulled back before smashing into it? If that was the case, then Ashly didn’t really have to worry about “garnet” having been shouted in the bedroom; the word was there to be used, and the fact that it did serve to immediately put a stop to the proceedings was, if nothing else, proof positive that she had the level of self-control required for that sort of kink-play.
Indeed, as Ashly came to realize, the true test wasn’t whether or not the safeword would be necessary, but whether she’d have the ability to actually listen to it and obey the rules that came along with its mere existence. Mina seemed to think so as well, given that not only did she not bring anything up, but she seemed incredibly cheerful for someone who had seemingly been so vulnerable just minutes before; in fact, it was her who was humming by that point, even if it was barely audible over the sound of rushing water, and it was her who took the first step to say something when the two were done cleaning up and the vixen noticed their partner looked far more pensive than would perhaps be expected after what had just happened.
“It’s fine, you know?” Mina spoke up, still able to read Ashly so easily that it felt downright comical, “I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure you’d do well. Honestly, I should be asking you if you’re alright, I know it couldn’t have been easy on you.”
“I… can’t actually remember, actually,” Ashly replied, only then realizing how insane that sounded, “it’s like I blanked out. Like, when I had you under me, it was just… it was me, but not the me me, it was another me tha-”
“Yeah, Lira’s like that too, don’t worry,” the vixen interrupted her, wrapping their arms around Ashly’s back, “she says that it’s because of the treatments, they do something to your libido because of all the genemodding. Honestly, it’s part of the charm, if I’m to be honest.”
That last line was delivered in such a manner that Ashly couldn’t help but blush brightly in response; it was an odd sensation, feeling like she was at the mercy of someone who was about half her height and a good third of her body mass, but there she had it.
“You stopped when I asked, and that’s what matters,” Mina carried on, “I knew I could trust you, and I’m happy I wasn’t wrong. And really, you could’ve done a lot worse” - there was a moment of silence, one where Ashly could tell that Mina was trembling again… though not with fright that time around - “a lot worse, actually. God, brought me back, you’re just like Lira was back at the start.”
Ashly didn’t believe that her body could reach temperatures that high, but reality seemed to disagree. She violently wanted to get away and hide in a corner so as to not have to confront the feelings she was processing, but with Mina there, her ability to do anything at all had been stripped away, taken by an unassuming vixen who nonetheless knew exactly what to say to keep her frozen in place. Even worse was how Ashly had no clue whether it was even on purpose; as far as she knew, Mina was just being perfectly sincere, rather than outright attempting to bring their canid partner to her knees, which honestly made the whole thing even more unbearable. Teasing she could endure, but genuine lewdness like that somehow hit her far too hard for someone who had literally just spent a good hour or so domming someone else; hell, domming the person responsible for her feeling that way to begin with! It was confusing, to say the least… but it didn’t feel bad.
Quite the contrary, in fact: it felt better than anything Ashly had experienced in quite a long while. | yiff-extreme |
Heating Things Up (Rewrite & Art) Art by MssSnake Her mind wandered a moment as she twisted the key in the lock. Faint echoes of dirty thoughts stirring in her mind. She pushed them away, not ready for what they portended.
Inside, the shoes hit the floor with a satisfying thud as she reached up and slid a hand under her shirt to unclasp her bra. A stray whisp of chestnut hair, its tip still tinged with a vibrant blue, escaped from behind her ear and tickled her nose. She blew it out of the way with a light puff, only to have it settle back across her face again. This time she chose to ignore it.
“Oh, that’s better,” Leah said as she shook her tits free of the uncomfortable bra that she’d been wearing all day. Untucking her blouse, she pulled the garment out carefully from under her blouse. She took a quick sniff of it, wondering if it needed washing. Satisfied that it wasn’t quite yet in need of it, she draped the offending undergarment over the back of a chair that stood in the entryway. A good airing out wouldn’t hut it.
She slid her small hands across her blouse, taking a moment to rub her sore breasts through the thin fabric. A soft contented sigh slipped between her lips as she squeezed them once more and let them fall back against her chest. Her hands slid down, rubbing her hips lightly through the dark fabric of her pencil skirt. She’d discard that soon enough too. Lifting her heels from the floor, she checked them over, making sure there were no scuff marks. Satisfied that they hadn’t been damaged, she deposited them in the shoe caddy carefully next to all her other shoes. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she saw the pile of her lover’s shoes that filled the floor, unkempt.
It's not worth it, she told herself, as she decided not to pick them up and put them away. She’d have to tell him again later. She hated a cluttered home.
Leah unzipped her skirt as she walked into the bedroom, its fabric hanging off her hips, not quite ready to slid off her. It was quiet, and she settled down on the edge of the bed, another soft sigh slipped out as she lifted her foot to give it a good rub through the nylon toes of her stockings. She soon repeated the process on the other, her fingers felt nice through the restrictive fabric, and she enjoyed the sensation, though she wondered if her manicurist could fit her in for a nice pedicure and foot massage this week along with her normal manicure.
Standing up, she slid the blazer she wore off her shoulders, carefully hanging it up, her hands reaching down to divest herself of the skirt that now barely clung to her, only to find herself nearly jump as an arm slid around her belly. Her heart pounded as she felt her boyfriend’s strong embrace, his silence almost unnerving as she felt his lips upon her neck, softly kissing. His hands were cool, and they roved under the edge of her blouse, her tummy trembling at their touch.
“Hey babe.” Jacob said, his breath blowing hot on her ear as he nuzzled it slightly.
Feelings started to well up inside her, but she shoved down on them. “Not tonight, Jacob.” She said as she pushed his hands down slightly from where they were rising toward her breasts. She ached and she was tired, but he knew how to push her buttons and her stomach already had just done a little flip at his mere touch. “Aww, come on, you said that last night too.” He said, cajoling her.
She pushed his hands further down, away from her soft mons that he had started to tickle. “Look, I promise, I’ll make it up to you. I just don’t feel up to it.” Not entirely the truth. She was always up for it, under the right circumstances. She had been ever since puberty had hit her with a proverbial truck.
Jacob’s hands didn’t leave though, instead they slid down her slender hips, feeling the nylon that encased them. His breath was hot on her ear as he nibbled slightly at it. She could almost feel the sly grin on his face.
Leah wanted to say no again, but it was already too late. She knew it. Her body was going to have its way. The squirming in her stomach told her as much. She fumbled with skirt, letting it slide off her into a crumpled mess on the floor. She wanted to get out of the nylons, hoping not to ruin them like the last time, but his touch was driving her wild. His fingers dancing across the fabric. She could already feel things starting to happen as her body began to respond.
He only smiled wider as the ear he was nibbling on began to shift, longer, pointier. He knew her weakness. Encouraged he began to kiss down her neck, every now and again returning to her lengthening ear to watch it grow long and pointed, a sure sign he had changed her mind. Or at least her body had decided that it agreed with him.
Leah could feel her ears, they were super sensitive to each caressing touch, each little nibble making her body respond a little faster as the heat began to build. Soon the changes started to sweep through her, her desire becoming part of her living flesh. A shiver ran up her spine as the swirling sensation of her stomach churned deeper, sinking lower as it settled into a deep throbbing need in her groin. An emptiness she needed filled. Each pulse she could feel that space between her legs growing, a heaviness began to settle into it as it expanded. Fuller, thicker, longer as she could feel the wetness begin to seep, its pungency pricking her nose with the whiff of her own scent. Her body eager to display her need. She could feel her lips squish now between her thighs. So full, yet luxuriously soft and yielding.
Her body began to rock back and forth now, in time with his caresses, even as his hands moved up and down her body. From the crest of her swollen mons to the swelling that now began to overtake her breasts. His dexterous hands quickly undoing the buttons on her blouse, letting free the swelling orbs. She shrugged the garment off her shoulders, only adding to his amusement as her breasts shook under his fingers, letting him feel their expanding shape in the palms of his hands. The nipples swelled, becoming hard, aching. He obliged her a moment, letting his hands swiftly tweaking them and rolling the tips. Another moan escaped her. She ground her hips into him slightly, but his hands retreated, sliding down to her hips that rocked back and forth.
Their curves had already swollen, wider, making room for the mass of flesh that now filled the space between them, and more. His fingers hitched up under the band of the nylons, feeling the soft slickness of them over the rounded curves. She wiggled a little in response. A small series of pops shifting them in their nylon sheath. Her body was responding more quickly. The weight in her ass had shifted now too as it swelled slightly in response, curving more into her lover, the weight pressing more into the denim of his pants, feeling the firmness of what she wanted waiting for her.
Leah was starting to pant slightly; she knew that it wouldn’t be long now before she needed it within her. Already her body was preparing her for the moment when she could sink herself down on his rod.
She felt his fingers begin to pull down on the nylon’s waistband, freeing up the small rises that were slowly budding from the space between her navel and mons. Their curving shape spilling out over the fabric’s edge as his hands passed over them. They responded to his gentle rubbing by swelling more. She could feel it as one, then the other, had a swelling teat erupt from its delicate surface giving her yet another erogenous point to draw pleasure from.
His fingers continued downward though, sliding over the bulge of her mons as he dragged the nylons lower, freeing up her womanhood from the encasing. It almost popped out, jiggling slightly, as the lips stood out thick and firm between her curvaceous hips. The dampness quickly coated his exploring fingertips, letting him slide under it, exploring the folds, a single finger diving deep between the velvety plump lips. She engulfed it, feeling it swirl around the throbbing nub of her clit, and tickle the inner folds that waited.
Her sudden gasp might have been to let him know he’d found the mark, or it could have been the sudden shift in her legs as they stretched and folded in new angles. His hand withdrew, sliding the back against her supple thighs. He could feel the soft prickling of the hair on her thighs, a legacy of her shave last night, that was giving way to something more. Under the nylons a creeping march of soft fur that slid from her hips downward to her feet, coating the new shape of her legs in a soft brown mass.
Her normally dainty feet twinged, causing her to grimace slightly through her hormone induced haze of pleasure. She could feel her nails growing, the toes fusing as they shifted. Her nylons wouldn’t survive this. She didn’t care now though. Her body was demanding, nearly done with the changes. Runs developed as the hard edges pushed out, slowly splitting the syntenic at the tips. She pushed down on what remained of them, no longer wanting to delay. Soon she managed to kick them off, freeing her body fully. Her panties, barely still on, followed suit and lay crumpled on the floor, sopping with her own juices. She’d regret the urgency later, but right now her body demanded of her.
Jacob leaned his head back, alerted by the twitching in his lover’s ears. He watched as two horns split free from the sides of her head, pressing outwards, spiraling around the sides of her head. He took that moment to grasp ahold of her swollen udders, their firmness pressed into his hands, his fingers carefully massaging the sensitive teats, now standing out every bit as hard as the aching nipples on her enormous breasts.
Her panting was becoming pronounced now, punctuated by moans and sounds of desire that were slightly inhumane. Her ass rubbing hard against his jeans. He loved every moment of it, especially watching small puff of brown that erupted from the top of her ass, fluttering, and wiggling in the air. He could smell her clearly now. Thick, with a pungency that no human could match as she turned to kiss him deeply, forcing him back to the bed. Her body now certain of its course as he hit the bed, bouncing slightly while she ripped at his jeans, the button and zipper barely undone before she yanked them off his legs. There was an almost guttural “ah” from her as she succeeded.
Leah eyed him lustily, her blue eyes still human even if she clearly wasn’t. His large cock spring up from his boxers in anticipation, and she licked her lips before discarding the boxers just as she’d done with the pants moments before.
The force of her heat was overwhelming. In the back of her mind, she wondered why she tried to repress it so. It felt so good, and in the desperation for release she was a slave to it. But the thoughts didn’t last as her fingers slid down, feeling her own wetness as the grool spread down her lips, dripping onto her furred thighs. She felt them, lips designed to take so much more than he could ever offer her. She wished he could be like the porn she consumed, endowed as if he were more equine than human. A dreamy thought that only drove her wilder.
Lying naked on the bed, Jacob watched her gyrating. His gaze shifted between the swaying of her breasts, to her teats, to the dangling lips that sat below those lower mounds. Their bare skin, still betraying her Mediterranean heritage contrasted beautifully with the dark brown fur of her curvaceous legs. They were huge, lewdly so, and he could feel his cock strain to full attention as she moved towards them, letting him watch the gentle shift and squish of them between her thighs. Perhaps later she’d let him convince her to sit on his face with those velvety soft curtains.
But it wasn’t to be now. She wasted little time climbing atop him. She swung one hip over him, giving him a delightful view of her swollen vulva and tail as she settled down into a reverse cowgirl position, their favorite. Jacob’s fingers found his way to her furry tush and kneaded the firm buttocks that she presented, even as she sank her enormous cunt down and took all nine inches of his erect cock, and he could swear half of his balls, deep into herself. Her eyes rolled, fluttering slightly as a satisfied sound escaped her lips. He played a little with her tail for good measure, eliciting a bit of a giggle from the woman turned satyress who now rode him.
Leah’s motions began to pick up speed, her body desperate for a full release. He tried vainly to keep up, lifting his hips under her to drive himself deeper. She clenched down, powerful muscles hoping to suck every ounce of him into her. Slowly she began to arch, her hands fondling her own breasts as she got into the rhythm that she liked, one hand occasionally snaking down to tweak her sensitive teats as they slapped against her thighs with each bounce.
He tried to hold it in, to last a big longer. She always wanted longer. But her body was too much for him and she could feel the warmth of his seed splashing into her, spraying against her inner walls, even as he grunted. She rode him to a small wave of orgasm. Perhaps for another woman that would have been earth shattering, but for her it was just a small crest. It helped, she’d needed it, but she always wanted more. She gave some attention to her own clit as she eked out just a bit more from herself, feeling her body clench on the softening man meat between her voluptuous lips. A shiver ran through her, as she rolled off him.
He lay there, his cock no longer hard enough to give her the satisfaction of riding it. She absently fondled its softening length as she felt the warm mixture of her juices and his spunk beginning to dribble out of her. The mixture leaving her in a cooling puddle of pungency that soaked into her fur. She didn’t care though; her mind lay preoccupied with how long it might take her lover to recover for another round. Her inner self now commanded her mind. The deep secret she’d hidden from so many for years now free again. She reveled in the raw passion of her true form. It’s undeniable eroticism and the deep craving for sensuality that drove it. She licked her lips. Her human self might have shied away from it, but still dribbling she turned and straddled him again. This time her lips, meaty and full, pressed against his mouth.
She would get her satisfaction one way or another. For his part, Jacob only smiled dully, knowing the next few hours were going to be unadulterated joy as his satyress girlfriend sated every carnal need she had. Eventually they’d have to clean up the mess, as she would slowly slide back into her human form. Slender, elegant. But for now? All that could wait. His cock twitched a little, life returning to it as he felt her grind upon his face, his chin already sticky with their combined taste. Soon enough she’d notice the slow rise of his cock to attention, and then she would pounce on it. He could only grin as he returned his attention to her lusciousness. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Seeing Himself by ArosOrcidae
Tags: Anal, Human, M/M, Oral, Transformation, Wolf
*Just a little quickie that I started months and months ago and just got around to finishing. I beg of you to leave a comment, because it makes this lion's heart warm on the inside when he gets them, good or bad, because he can use them. Ratings are nice, but comments are nicer. Enjoy!*
Daniel Hollack was just looking at yiff on the internet. He was alone, in his apartment, with nothing to do but grab his "dick and double-click," as the song goes. He had grown more and more fascinated with yiff. He even started to fantasize about it. He had recently become semi-obsessed with it, waiting for the end of each day so that he could stare at the images and stroke his member. He was never sure about what he was; he never really decided on what species he wanted to be.
At least, until that night. He was just getting started, and his fly was open, with his hand poised over his crotch when he heard a knock at the door. *What the hell? Who wants to talk to me at eleven at night?* The young man of 24 thought to himself. He zipped up his pants and walked over to the door.
If he had a roommate, he would have noticed Daniel's strong walk and powerful upper body, but he would have seen the slight hesitance that plagued his every step. But Daniel was alone that night, like every other night.
As he opened the door, his eyes widened and his jaw nearly dropped as he saw a large wolf standing at the threshold. The wolf was nearly 7 feet tall, and twice as muscular as Daniel. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt that outlined his upper body. The neutral expression on his face seemed slightly menacing to Daniel, who almost felt afraid that he might attack him until he said "Do you mind if I come inside? It's kind of awkward just standing here."
Daniel was still in awe at the being standing before him. It was as if the drawings and art from his computer had leapt out of the monitor and were now talking to him. He stuttered slightly in his reply "U-uh, sure, you can have a seat on the couch."
"Thanks," he said and walked over to the couch. It was then that Daniel noticed a strong, confident stride and the toned muscles. He could feel an erection building. *Wait, this isn't right. I'm straight. Why am I turned on by this wolf?* When he looked at his yiff, he felt irresistibly attracted to the females in the art, but now he felt that same magnetism towards the wolf.
"D-Do you want something to drink?" Daniel asked, still stuttering.
"No thanks, I'd just like to talk to you for a little bit. It's kind of important. If you could sit down, that'd be great." Daniel noticed a slight trembling in his voice, as if he was nervous. *At least I'm not alone.* After getting some water for himself, Daniel sat down next to the wolf.
The wolf looked him straight in the eyes and said, "This is going to be hard to explain, but I'll start off with who I am." He paused. "I'm you."
"What?" Daniel exclaimed. It was stretching reality with a walking, talking wolf sitting on his couch, but it was another thing entirely to say that it was him. "Are you from the future or something? Did I get surgery?" His face turned white when he thought of something, "Am I a criminal in the future?"
"Hold on. I'm not from the future. I'm you now. I'm just a part of you that hasn't been discovered yet."
Daniel stood up. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Please listen to me." The wolf pleaded "You may end up living a life of misery if you don't."
Daniel looked at the door, and then back at the wolf. "Fine," and he sat back down.
"Now, I'm what you can become, if you accept one condition. And I can guarantee that your life will be better because of it."
"So what's the condition?"
"First, you have to perform fellatio on me, swallowing everything. Then, I'll mount you and finish it."
Daniel looked directly at the wolf. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. If he interpreted what he said right, he had to blow the wolf and then take it in the ass for him. At least, that's what his mind deciphered it as. But he didn't protest. In fact, the more he looked at the wolf, the more connected he felt to him. He looked in his eyes and saw his own reflection. It was at that moment he felt truly connected to him, as if he was an extension of himself. "I accept."
The wolf was shocked and relieved at the same time. He didn't expect the guy to accept the proposal so quickly, but he felt him looking in his eyes so deeply, that it felt like he was looking into his soul. He smiled, and said to him "Then would you like to get started?"
"OK, but answer me one question: how is this going to make me more like you?"
"Well," he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, "I'm not too sure myself. I think it has to do with certain enzymes and microorganisms in my semen that start rearranging your body on a molecular level."
Daniel sat with his eyes wide. "You sound pretty knowledgeable for someone who's not sure about it."
"I know it works. It worked on a friend of ours, Matt."
"No way, not Matt. He doesn't even like furry stuff."
"He did, but he didn't want to tell you. He's actually a fox. But enough about him, what about us?"
"All right, take off your clothes, and I'll get... started..." Daniel said hesitantly. *What have I got myself into now?* He stood up and placed his glass on the counter. As he turned around and saw the wolf's shirt on the floor and his toned arms pulling down his jeans and boxers to reveal his genitals, he could feel his own member growing harder the more he looked at the wolf. They looked just like the art in his computer, which still displayed his favorite yiff site.
He knelt in front of the wolf and watched as the canine prick swelled before him. He placed his hands on the wolf's inner thighs, massaging them. As the cock finished its growth, he lightly licked the tip of it. The wolf moaned, "Unh..."
With the last of his hesitance melting away, Daniel immersed the wolf dick in his mouth. He noted that it didn't taste as bad as he thought it would, it didn't taste like much, it was mostly the texture of the sensitive skin. Daniel started to go down a little more on the wolf, letting all of glans enter his mouth. *Maybe if I can learn to enjoy this, I can make it go a little faster...*
The wolf just sat there, enjoying every little lick and suckle the human made. He wanted to give something back to him for the services he was receiving, but this was the only way. "Or is it?" he quietly muttered to himself, as Daniel made another bob on his member. He took his right footpaw and moved it up to his chest, lightly grazing the skin with his claw, sending shudders of pleasure through all of Daniel's body.
Daniel moved a little farther, almost frightened by the claw on his chest. As it moved over his nipple, he let out a low moan. *How did he know that I love when my chest gets attention? Is he really me?* He fought his gag reflex as he moved farther on the wolf's cock.
The wolf let out a moan of his own as the human went lower. He instinctively reached his other footpaw down to Daniel's crotch, starting to fondle his scrotum with it. He looked down at the human, seductively asking him "You like that, don't you?"
Daniel looked up at the wolf, mumbling a "mmhmm," before reaching his mouth down to the knot of the stiff member. He wasn't sure whether it was how he really felt about it, but the fact that his own dick was beginning to stiffen made him lean toward the "like" side. He took his hand and cupped the wolf's balls, sifting them in and out. He heard the wolf start to pant a little more at his actions.
The wolf was breathing heavier and heavier at each bob that Daniel made. He could feel his balls churning and moving, preparing for orgasm. He put his paw on the human's head, guiding every stroke until he reared his head back and spurted his seed into Daniel's mouth, his canine member throbbing deeply.
Daniel didn't protest when the wolf used his feet to help him along, nor did he complain when he put his paw on his head, but he felt almost disgusted as the salty liquid squirted into his throat. He unwillingly swallowed some, and started to suck on the prick like a straw, making sure every last drop was delivered to his stomach. He took his mouth off of the wolf's member, looking half satisfied and half ashamed at him.
The wolf was almost shocked when he saw the melancholy look on Daniel's face after such an amazing orgasm. "You-You didn't like it?"
"Sort of, but I sort of liked it too."
The wolf held out his paw, helping the human up. He looked down and hugged him. "We better move to the bed for the next part."
Daniel didn't respond immediately. Instead, he found a sudden comfort in the embrace of the wolf. He felt a comfortable warmth as he held his face at the wolf's chest. It made him happier than he had ever been, and ready for anything that stood in his way. He slowly let go, not really wanting to. "All right, I'll go lie down." He walked the 15 feet to his bed in the other room and lied down, stretching out his arms and legs, still feeling the warmth that lingered on his skin.
The wolf watched as Daniel prepared himself for him. "You're a brave kid, Daniel," He muttered under his breath before following him. He knew that he'd have to climax again soon, so he gave his prick a couple quick strokes to remind his body that it wasn't time to finish, and it returned to its full length. He slowly climbed on top of the bed, mounting the human. "This might hurt, but I think you'll enjoy it in the end."
"I hope so, for both our sakes." Daniel replied. He could feel the wolf's still-erect member press against his anus. *How can he still be hard after all of that?* The cock slowly eased its way into Daniel's ass, causing pain to shoot up his back. "Aaaaa...owwww..." he whimpered.
The wolf felt an amazing sensation as the pucker slipped around his member. "So tight..." he mumbled. He didn't hear Daniel's cries of pain and near pleading as he began to thrust into the human. His internal instincts began to take over, and nearly knocked Daniel unconscious, until his prick rubbed just the right area of the human's arse.
Daniel felt the pain subside and pleasure suddenly overwhelm him as the wolfcock poked his prostate. His eyes fluttered, and his vision started to fade as the organ sent wave after wave of fantastic pleasure through his body, eliminating all pain that had lingered. He started to command the wolf "Yes..Yes! Take me! Now!"
The wolf had stopped listening to the rational part of his brain, and letting his libido govern every action. He was overcome by the urge to knot the human in front of him, and wasted no time doing it. As the pucker began to stretch, doing its best to accommodate the entirety of its intruder, the wolf's eyes closed and his paw reached around to grope and fondle the human's crotch.
Daniel almost didn't feel the paw encircle his member because of the sensations from his anus, but he only came closer to orgasm after being taken and stroked, his cock leaking pre rapidly. The wolf's paw only went faster as his thrusts sped up.
The wolf had Daniel's sphincter almost past the halfway point on his knot. He desperately wanted to climax and make him cum; it was the only need in his primal state of mind. He suddenly sends his entire length inside Daniel's rear, buried up to the hilt of his sheath. He let out a soft howl as he spurt stream after stream of hot wolf seed into the human's anus.
Daniel's own cock let out its contents as he felt the wolf fill him with the semen that promised to change him. He felt the wolf collapse on top of him after he finished pumping the last of the cum, who said "Do you want me to pull out?" Daniel shook his head, "No, It'd be too painful. Roll to the side."
The wolf took the suggestion and rolled the two so that they were both laying on their right side. "Then what should we do?"
"Hold me, and we'll leave it for the morning. I just want you to hold me." Daniel felt the comforting warmth of the wolf's strong arms encircle him once again, and he felt at peace. With the amazing comfort, he slowly fell asleep.
The wolf looked at Daniel one last time, thinking about the sacrifice he was going to make and deciding that it was worthwhile. He slid the covers and sheets over the pair before drifting off to sleep himself.
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Daniel Hollack woke up the next morning, feeling completely normal, and wondering if it was all just a dream. *But was it a good dream, or a nightmare?* He groggily slid out from under the sheets and walked over to the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. He gave a sudden surprised stare at the mirror as he entered. Looking back at him wasn't his human reflection, but the wolf who visited the night before, except that he was mimicking all of Daniel's actions. He looked down at his own body, seeing the same tight muscles and grey-white fur covering every inch. He felt supremely happy and excited to see what he had become.
There was a knock at the door and a shout. "DAN! Hurry up! We're going to be late for the movie!" It was Matt. Daniel grinned at what Matt would look like before gathering his belongings and rushing to the door. He took one last look at the bed, unmade and wet from the night before, and said quietly, "Thank you Daniel, I'll never be the same." | FSE |
Title: Friendly Competition
Tags: kissing, femdom, blowjob, boobjob, alien11111, science fiction, drunk, size difference, threesome, large breasts
Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information.
CHAPTER 1: FRENEMIES
James downed his second shot of whiskey, trying to ignore the fumes from the cigarettes and cigars that clouded the air in the recreational facility. The haze of grey smoke swirled around the ceiling fans as they spun lazily, their dingy light illuminating rows of tables and booths, most of which were occupied. The sound of other UNN personnel and a few aliens socializing and playing pool behind him distracted him as he tried to enjoy his drink. He was new to the Pinwheel, and he had just shipped in with another two dozen recruits to undergo Marine training. After some basic orientation, he and the other recruits had been set loose into the massive space station to explore, and James had found himself alone at the bar. He'd had no direction besides for the colorful lines that were painted on the floor of the station, so he had followed the one that had promised recreation, and here he was.
It was all rather overwhelming. He had gone from the strict regimen of a planetside boot camp to being thrust into this new environment with no instructions other than to be present for roll call the next morning. This place had a different vibe, it was still a military installation by any measure, yet things felt more laid back. The people who were stationed here treated it as their home, that much was obvious from the way that they carried themselves, and the way that they interacted with each other. The fear of addressing a superior incorrectly, or doing something wrong seemed entirely absent. Marines, aliens, engineers, and even civilians mingled freely when they were off-duty. The recreational center was bustling with activity, and James felt like an outcast among them. He didn't know anybody yet, and without the structure that boot camp had provided, he felt lost.
He took another sip of his beverage and turned to watch his new colleagues, crowding their tables as they drank and ate, the murmur of a hundred overlapping conversations filling the room. Aliens and humans alike competed at games such as pool and poker, laughing riotously, or cursing at their bad luck. He watched a Marine pat the broad shoulder of his Krell companion in encouragement, the giant reptile puffing on a cigar as it lined up a shot with its pool cue, their cohorts around the table cheering as they watched the play.
Despite the mellow atmosphere in the facility, everyone wore their uniforms, variations of the same blue jumpsuits that denoted their positions in the hierarchy. There were a few standouts, engineers wearing yellow overalls, and civilians wearing casual clothes, but the room was a sea of Navy blue for the most part.
James did not yet understand the social dynamic here, people formed cliques and insular communities wherever you went, and he wasn't sure how to approach them. Logic dictated that he should make friends with some of the other recruits, there was safety in numbers, yet he seemed to be the only one who had made their way here so far.
He was alone at the bar, people came up to order drinks and food before departing, but nobody sat beside him on the vacant stools. Just as he was about to cut his losses and make his way back to the barracks, something large and heavy took up a seat to his right. He glanced up at the figure through the haze of smoke and was alarmed to see a Borealan sitting beside him.
The alien was huge, eight feet tall at least, and apparently female. Her weight was enough to depress the stool that she was sitting on, the large spring that coiled around the metal support compressing to sink her down level with the bar, apparently designed to accommodate multiple species. Her sandy-blonde hair was cut into a short bob, and a pair of round, furry ears protruded from the top of her head. She wore the same blue uniform as the other personnel, and he could make out more fur on her exposed hands, the same straw color as that of her hair. Her fingers were tipped with black claws, making her look like she was wearing novelty monster gloves. Her long, digitigrade legs gave her away as truly alien, however. They were furred like her hands, ending in paw-like feet, the alien foregoing shoes. From a hole in the back of her Navy uniform trailed a long, furry tail that flicked idly as she shifted her weight to get comfortable. There was no fur on her face, which was remarkably human in appearance, save for the flat brow and the pink, feline nose. Her skin was a healthy tan color, her eyes a striking amber, reflecting the light in the dimly-lit bar like those of a cat.
James had been informed about Borealans, or rather warned. They were members of the multi-species Coalition to which the UNN belonged, and they were allied with humanity in the war against the Bugs. They were notoriously ill-tempered, and there was a whole list of *do's* and *don'ts* when it came to interacting with them, unlike the Krell who were said to be friendly to a fault.
The alien lit an e-cigarette, taking a long draw, then exhaling another cloud of smoke to join the smog that lingered in the air. James averted his gaze, not wishing to anger her, turning his attention back to his beverage. She slammed her dinner-plate sized hand down on the counter, making him jump out of his skin, the wicked talons that tipped her fingers rapping on the imitation wood.
"Barkeep, *raises the hair*."
James didn't understand the request, but soon realized that it was a drink as the bartender slid an enormous glass across the counter and into her waiting hand. She lifted the pink beverage to her lips and took a sip, then noticed that he was looking at her. A few emotions crossed her face in sequence. At first, her flat brow furrowed, and she wrinkled her feline nose at him. Then, her expression turned more sly, and she placed her drink back on the counter as she examined him with her feline eyes.
"What's this?" she purred, "fresh meat? What are you staring at, you so muddy you've never met a Borealan before?"
Muddy, a term used by those in the service and the well-traveled to refer to people who had never left the surface of a planet before, in reference to the terrestrial dirt that they liked to imagine still caked their boots. He was indeed muddy, but he didn't want to admit to that, especially not to the first person who had engaged him in conversation so far. He fought against the instinctual desire to skulk out of view of the massive predator, choosing to assert himself instead. It was perhaps ill-advised, but she couldn't do much to harm him in this crowded venue if he messed up.
"I know what a Borealan is," he replied, trying to appear more confident than he really was.
Her ears twitched, swiveling to focus on him. He wasn't quite sure what her reaction would be, but then she laughed jovially and gave him a playful punch to the arm that almost knocked him off his seat. She took another draw from her beverage, drinking around her e-cigarette in a way that he found extremely loutish.
"And what are you doing here, little recruit?" she asked. She must have noticed the rank insignia on his lapel, or rather the lack of one. "You an alcoholic, or are you just lost? Drinking alone, has to be one of the two."
She had caught him out, and he couldn't think of a way to spin his situation positively.
"Well...I'm not an alcoholic."
She chuckled at that, he seemed to be making a good impression so far. The insignia on her considerable bust identified her as a PFC, a Private First Class, not dramatically more qualified than he was. She might not have been here for much longer than he had, though she was still his superior.
"How about you?" James asked. "You're drinking alone too."
"I'm not drinking alone, I'm drinking with you."
"And what are you drinking?"
She raised the glass so that he could see it, it looked like fruit juice, pink champagne maybe.
"Raises the hair, a drink from my home planet. I can't abide that poison humans make. I want to get buzzed, not black out, and have my liver shut down."
It sounded like Borealans couldn't handle their alcohol, maybe there was some biological reason for that, but he suspected that *raises the hair* was little more than fruit punch.
"So why did you come to the bar?" she continued, taking another puff of her cigarette. "Most of the new recruits end up in the tourist quarter, or they hang around the barracks because they're too scared to leave on their own."
"I followed the painted line on the floor, and it took me here," James replied with a shrug. "I didn't know that *recreation* meant a bar. Well, it's not just a bar, but I don't know anyone yet, and I'm not about to intrude on card games played between Marines and Krell."
"Those big dumb lizards love their games," she grumbled, turning to get a look at the expansive room behind them. "Most Borealans spend their free time at the gym, we're not used to downtime, and this low gravity plays hell with our muscle mass."
Now that she brought it up, she really was huge. He could make out the outline of her biceps through the sleeves of her uniform, and her thighs were similarly packed with muscle. Her physique wasn't quite as pronounced as that of a bodybuilder, but she was certainly in very good shape, a product of the high gravity of her home planet if what she said was true. She was large in other ways, too. Her bosom strained against her jumpsuit, appropriately sized for someone of her stature, but each one must have been larger than his head. He quickly averted his gaze, and requested a refill from the bartender, handing over some more UN currency as the man poured his drink.
"So...what is there to do on this station?" he asked.
She scoffed and blew a cloud of cigarette smoke into his face, James waving his hand to clear the air as he coughed.
"What am I, a tour guide? Go check it out for yourself, pretty sure that's what you're supposed to be doing right now, not sulking at the bar. You're not going to make any friends if you don't talk to people."
"I'm talking to *you*," he shot back, and she exposed her sharp teeth in a grin.
"I think technically *I'm* talking to *you*, but it's a start. You're pretty feisty, what's your name?"
"It's James."
"Well, *James*, didn't they brief you on how to interact with Borealans, or do you just not care?"
"You don't seem too ill-tempered to me," he replied, taking another drink from his glass. "I figure if you've not clawed my face off so far, I'm probably in the clear."
"Hey, I'm a civilized Borealan," she replied. "I don't make a point of clawing up humans." She leaned in closer to whisper to him, her pink lips an inch from his ear. "Not unless they ask me to."
He wasn't sure what she meant by that, choking on the drink he had been in the process of sipping as she laughed at his reaction.
"Datz, have you found a new human to torment?"
Her expression turned sour, and she spun around on the bar stool to look over her shoulder, her fuzzy ears swiveling to track the source of the voice. Another Borealan was walking towards them from the entrance, this one a head taller than his drinking companion. She was covered in a thick coat of snow-white fur from head to toe, patterned with circular, black markings. Her hair was shoulder-length, slate-grey in color. James wasn't sure what to make of it, all of the Borealans he had seen so far had been mostly naked, much in the same way that humans were. They had fur on their forearms and lower legs, along with their tails, but their skin was smooth save for that. It was another female, even more endowed than Datz was, she might have been downright fat if her weight hadn't been distributed so...attractively. She looked like she was built for cold weather, with wide hips and a paunchy belly that protruded beneath her civilian clothing. This one wasn't military, her abundant chest was stuffed into a white lab coat, and she wore a black skirt that was riding up on her round thighs. Perhaps she was medical or science staff?
She passed by Datz, who scowled at her as she took up a seat on the stool to James' left, the spring creaking under her bulk as her ample rear spilled over the sides of the cushion. James had never seen a creature with such sheer mass before, besides the reptilian Krell, who were used as living tanks and battering rams.
He found himself sandwiched between the two giant Borealans, pressing down on him from both sides as the bartender looked on sympathetically, drying a glass with a rag.
"What are you doing down here, Railha?" Datz spat.
"I'm off-duty, just the same as you. Now, who is this human that I've just rescued from your boorish company?"
Her accent sounded odd, almost Russian to his ears.
"I'm James," he replied sheepishly. The alien called Railha shook her giant head and turned her attention back to Datz.
"Still preying on the new recruits, Datz? I would have thought you might have set your sights a little higher by now."
"What business is it of yours?" Datz replied, taking a long draw of her e-cigarette before continuing. "This one doesn't need a tetanus shot...at least not *yet*."
Railha must be some kind of doctor then, and the two knew each other? James suddenly felt as if he was sitting between two angry dogs who were about to go at it, but they had involved him in their conversation now, and he was unable to slink away without them noticing.
"Are you lost, little one?" Railha asked. She looked down at him with her sapphire-blue eyes, framed by the dark patterning on her fur, spots and rings like coffee stains that must have been camouflage. It gave the impression that she was wearing some kind of mask, like a raccoon, or something that one might wear to a masquerade ball.
"He's fine," Datz blurted before he could reply. "He knows where he is, ain't that right, James?"
He looked back and forth between them, unsure of how to respond, nursing his drink uncomfortably.
"Oh, we're overwhelming the poor thing," Railha crooned. "He might never have seen an alien before today if he's come straight from Earth."
"You're the one overwhelming him, puffball," Datz grumbled over another mouthful of her pink beverage. "We were getting along just fine before you showed up."
"Datz and I are good friends," Railha clarified. "And by that, I mean she hates me, and we spend all of our time together arguing."
"Maybe I should go," James said apologetically, beginning to rise from his seat. He felt two heavy hands on his shoulders, the aliens to his left and right preventing him from leaving. He sank back into his seat, and Datz patted him on the back with a little too much force, knocking the wind out of him.
"Stick around kid, we're having a good time," she said as she blew another cloud of acrid smoke in his direction.
"Now now, let's not be too hasty," Railha chuckled. "You're new to the Pinwheel, and we should be making you feel at home. Isn't that right, Datz?"
"You only want him because *I* want him," the dark-skinned Borealan replied bitterly. This situation was rapidly spiraling out of control. James was out of his element, he had to find a way to turn this around before he ended up in the middle of a literal cat fight.
"So...how do you two know each other?" he volunteered. "Are you from the same city, maybe?"
Datz laughed at that, then realized that he wasn't joking.
"Fuck no. I'm from Elysia, and she's a Polar, are you really that muddy?"
"Calm down, Datz," Railha cooed. "Maybe he doesn't know the difference. He's new here, we should be teaching him the ropes, not berating him for being uninformed." She puffed her chest out proudly, very nearly concussing him with her breasts as he leaned out of her way to avoid them. "I'm a Polar, our bodies are furred because we come from the polar region of Borealis, which has a very cold climate. Humans consider my people friendly and sophisticated, and we pride ourselves on our social prowess. Datz is an Equatorial...the *other* race," she said dismissively. "Don't worry, she's gone through the integration program, so she isn't quite feral."
"Keep it up, and I'll show ya feral," Datz snarled. James leaned back towards Railha, alarmed.
"Don't make threats that you can't deliver on, Datz," Railha chuckled. "I've had to patch you up enough times to know that you're all hiss and no claw."
The Equatorial grumbled and took another draw from her massive glass, downing what must have been half a liter of the pink liquid in one go. James wasn't sure if getting drunk would make her more or less sociable.
"Elysians are warriors," she muttered, "Polars think they can solve all of their problems by talking. Cowardly, if you ask me."
"I don't believe that he did," Railha replied. James felt as if he was going to melt into the floor. It was hard to tell if this was banter between friends or genuine aggression, he had no idea how to read Borealan social cues. Datz's ears were flicking, and her tail was winding along the floor behind her stool, a sign of irritation perhaps.
"A-a round on me," he blurted, trying to diffuse the tension. "What are you having?"
"Now that's more like it," Datz said, "I'll have another one of these." She tapped her glass with her black claws and leaned across the counter to wave over the bartender.
James looked to Railha, who seemed to be considering as she scratched her furry chin pensively.
"Well, I won't refuse, it would be ill-mannered of me. I'll have the same."
The bartender poured two more glasses of the pink liquid and passed them to the aliens, James ordering another shot of whiskey, at this point just to steady his nerves.
"So, James," Railha began as she took a conservative sip of her drink. "Are you from Earth, or one of the colonies?"
"I'm from Earth."
"And how long have you been on the station?"
"Just one day, I'm still getting my bearings."
"Sounds like you need somebody to show you around, what do you say I give you the tour?"
Before he could reply, Datz slammed her furry fist on the counter, making her glass of pink liquid jump.
"I saw this one first," she growled, "go find your own."
Railha smirked, leaning on the bar and resting her head in her hand as she batted her long lashes at the snarling Equatorial. Her chest spilled across the counter from within the confines of her lab coat, James struggling to keep his eyes off the furry cleavage that was visible through her open collar.
"If you're not able to keep it, then it doesn't belong to you, isn't that the Elysian philosophy?"
James was growing increasingly nervous, he wasn't sure what they were implying exactly, but he didn't particularly want to leave with either of them. It felt as if they were about to come to blows, and one misplaced claw swipe could probably sever his head from his shoulders. A plan was forming, however. Datz had let on that her species couldn't handle much alcohol, and judging by the way that Railha was sipping at her drink, the same must be true for her too. If he could get them both wasted, then he might be able to slip away. It was worth a shot.
"I have an idea," he said, and the aliens turned their attention to him. "When humans want to resolve an argument, they have a competition. If they're in a bar, then a drinking competition is customary. Whoever can drink the most alcohol wins."
"I don't know if you're aware," Railha began, "but Borealans can't metabolize alcohol very well. Anything much stronger than traditional drinks from the homeworld will floor us pretty quickly."
"Then the argument won't take long to resolve!"
Railha considered for a moment, scratching her fluffy chin with her black claw again, then Datz leaned across the bar with a determined expression on her face.
"I'll do it," she hissed, "Elysians never turn down a challenge."
James turned to look up at Railha expectantly, and after a moment of hesitation, she shrugged.
"Very well, I also accept the challenge."
"May the best...alien win," James said, calling over the bartender.
"What are we drinking?" Datz asked. "*Raises the hair*, or some human drink? Railha, you know medicine, what is safe?"
"Wine should be safe for us to drink in large quantities. It's similar in taste to *raises the hair*, and while the alcohol content is far higher, it should not be immediately dangerous. We would lose our faculties long before it did our bodies any lasting damage."
James ordered a bottle from the bartender, realizing when neither of his companions offered up any credits that he was expected to pay for it all. Good job they couldn't handle their drink, or he'd be eating MREs for the next couple of weeks...
The portly man placed a shot glass in front of both aliens, then set a bottle of red wine before James, who was starting to suspect that he was a mute. Maybe he was just used to dealing with Borealans and found it best to stay out of their way. It certainly seemed wise from where James was sitting.
"So, how do we do this?" Railha asked as she took the first shot glass in her hand. It was minute in her giant, sausage-like fingers, as if she was holding a glass from a dollhouse.
"You drink at the same time, and the first one to quit or pass out loses," James explained.
Datz picked up a glass too and waved it at James, who filled it with wine. It was all rather absurd, drinking wine in shot glasses as if it were the strongest vodka known to man. But as long as it did its job, he might be able to weasel his way out of this situation before either of the aliens laid claim to him.
Datz was the first to go, slamming the drink and grimacing as she swallowed it, glaring defiantly at Railha. The Polar followed suit, downing the glass of red wine in one gulp, and placing her shot glass back on the counter. James suppressed a smirk as he refilled the glasses, watching the aliens take a second shot. It was so hard to take them seriously
"I won't lose to *you*," Datz spat, "my body is the peak of physical fitness. Unlike you, you...fat hairball." She had been drinking before the competition had started, and she was already beginning to slur her words. James was starting to worry, the plan wouldn't work if Datz lost outright.
"My fat is for insulation," Railha whispered to James. "My weight is entirely appropriate for my species. Besides, I think I carry it quite well, wouldn't you agree?"
James didn't reply, pouring the pair a third shot as he tried to keep his eyes off her ample bust, her chest straining against the fabric of her white lab coat as it rested heavily on the counter.
"Leave him be, we're not done yet," Datz grumbled. "Besides, you won't get anywhere that way, they don't respond to your Polar conniving."
"They most certainly do," Railha shot back, "they prefer it. I know from experience."
"Nope," Datz spat as she raised another glass to her lips and drank it down. "Humans like it when you take charge."
"I'm sitting right here," James protested, but they ignored him as they continued their feud.
"You can't just take them by the hair and have your way with them," Railha continued. "What if they don't like you? What if they fight back? You'll get in trouble, and they'll throw you in the brig. Did the integration program teach you nothing about human social norms? Besides, they're fragile creatures, you can't just treat them like a subordinate pack member."
"Strength is the norm, they respond to it, as does everyone. Can you honestly say that if the biggest, strongest Patriarch on Borealis took you, you'd fight him off?"
"Well...he would certainly have to woo me first," Railha said as she drank another shot. James had decided to just keep quiet and continue replenishing their drinks, with any luck, they would lose track of how much they had consumed.
"Bah, have you seen Patriarch Elysiedde? He looks like he was chiseled from bedrock by artisans, you'd fall on your back and open your fat thighs at the sight of him."
"See, this is the problem with you Equatorials," Railha said, her own speech now starting to come through a little less eloquent. "No appreciation for romance, all you want to do is fuck like savages, and then go your separate ways. Humans don't like that any more than Polars do, they want to make a connection, they want you to make them feel special and...wanted."
"Say that to the last recruit I had," Datz laughed, "he wasn't complaining. He wasn't walking straight afterwards, either."
"And will he come back because he can't get you out of his head? Will he bring you gifts and shower you with attention in that adorable way that humans tend to do when you've charmed them?"
"What's the point of all that?" Datz asked skeptically. "If I can have him now, why wait? If I want him a second time, or a third, then I'll go fetch him."
Railha shook her head in disbelief, and sighed, gesturing for James to pour her another shot.
"When you eat, do you go straight for the main course, or do you savor the entree? Every subtle taste contributes to the overall dining experience, you want the flavors of your cheeses or your veal to complement and enhance the main course, even the garnish adds to the mood. The strawberry and rhubarb in your pavlova is as much a component of the meal as your suckling pig, the condiments as important as the choice of meats."
"Trust a Polar to compare sex to food," Datz laughed. "Screw the entree, I want juicy meat and lots of it. When I attend a banquet before the winter, I want my pick of the dishes, and I want to eat my fill until I pass out. No waiting around for the servers to bring me this and that, I want to sink my claws into a freshly roasted carcass and strip it until I see the white of its bones."
"And this is why Elysian cuisine doesn't make it out of Elysia," Railha said, turning her nose up at her surly companion.
"Sex should be raw and violent," Datz clarified, her eyes glazing over as she daydreamed about the subject. "Like a good fight, you listen to your gut and trust your instincts. If you overthink it, you lose that primal fire."
Railha shook her head as she drank another helping of wine, what were they on now, five or six shots each?
"You know, we have a human in our company, maybe it would be best to just let him decide who is right?" Railha leaned down so that she could whisper into James' ear. He could feel her warm breath on his skin, carrying the scent of wine. "How about it, James? What would you choose?"
His cheeks flushed red, and he looked around momentarily as if someone in the room might be able to help him, but the crowds had thinned as their competition had gone on. Most of the personnel had gone back to their quarters to get some rest before their next shift.
"You're already doing it wrong," Datz complained. "Here, watch this."
She discarded her cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke, then set upon James. She gripped him by the collar and spun him in his chair so that his back was facing the bar, then lifted him out of his seat with the ease that one might lift a doll, slamming him onto the counter and looming over him. She sank her clawed fingers into his hair, gripping him somewhat painfully, then slammed her oversized lips against his. His yelp of surprise was cut short as she forced her long, rough tongue into his mouth, the wet muscle wriggling like some kind of fleshy serpent as she subjected him to a deep and sordid kiss. It just kept coming, like some kind of party trick where a magician would pull a length of ribbons from his pocket, thick and powerful as its tapered tip explored his head. He did his best to fight it off with his own tongue, but the muscle was so wet and vigorous, slimy with her saliva as it bulged his cheeks. He felt it glance the back of his throat, and he choked a little, the organ painting the inside of his mouth as it roved and coiled.
Nobody had ever kissed him like this before, it was wanton and greedy, callous in its indifference to his human limitations. Something about that made his heart hammer in his chest, his legs going weak as she dragged the kiss out. Datz tasted of wine and tobacco, her tongue wrestling with his own as she held him by the hair, her claws pricking his scalp. She had him pinned against the counter, trapped between the fake wood finish, and the weight of her body as her large breasts rested atop his torso. They were so damned heavy, it was like having two military backpacks laden with gear perched on top of him.
Shivers ran down his spine like questing fingers as she licked and mouthed, her lips full and soft as they interlocked clumsily with his own, a strand of her thick saliva escaping to wet his chin as her organ grazed the roof of his mouth. This wasn't a kiss, it was an invasion, crude and bawdy. Yet he couldn't help but push back against her in search of more. His cheeks burned fever hot as he started to see stars dancing before his eyes. He was beginning to run out of air, and with her larger lung capacity, Datz might not even notice. His spine arched off the bar as she delivered an especially deft and salacious swipe with her slippery tongue, his brain fogging.
Just as he was starting to feel as if he might pass out, she released his hair and drew back with a wet smack. A strand of her viscous drool connected her rosy lips to his, before she wiped it away with the back of her hand, grinning down toothily at the panting wreck that she had created.
She lifted him again, and dropped him roughly back into his seat, turning him to face the bar as if nothing had happened. James took a moment to get his bearings as he leaned on the counter for support. His chest was heaving, his heart pounding, an unwelcome erection now straining against the fabric of his underwear.
"Look how red he is," Datz declared to Railha with a wave of her hand. "*That's* how you woo a human." She turned her attention back to the beleaguered James and leaned in close, pinching his ear between her sharp teeth before murmuring to him in her husky voice. "If I told you to, you'd come back to my quarters with me, wouldn't you? You'd do anything I wanted, right?"
Before James could stammer his reply, Railha wrapped her long arm around his shoulders, pulling him away from the Equatorial and hugging him against her paunchy body as if to protect him from her. He felt himself sink into her bust, as soft as melting butter, the fluffy fur of her chest tickling the back of his neck where it protruded from her collar. Datz frowned at her, crossing her arms.
"Nonsense, I'm sure he's shocked and insulted by your unsolicited advances, isn't that right James? So uncouth..." He didn't reply, still recovering from Datz's invasive kiss. "You just skipped all of the foreplay, there's no tact, no *finesse*. A kiss should start slow and gentle, then build along with your arousal. It grows more intimate until it reaches a crescendo, where you can't help but fall upon each other. All you did was stick your tongue down his throat," she added with a disparaging glance towards the scowling Equatorial. Datz slammed another shot of wine, getting comfortable in her seat as if she was about to watch a show.
"This is how you're supposed to do it," Railha declared, cupping James' face in her furry palm and turning him towards her. Her eyes were so stunningly blue, reflective in the low light of the dingy bar, her feline pupils expanding into dark circles. Her unwavering stare sent a fresh shiver rolling down his spine as she leaned closer to him, and again, he felt his heartbeat begin to quicken. Her fur was silky and soft against his cheek, and she stroked him with her padded thumb as she closed in, placating and considerate in comparison to Datz's ruthless attentions.
"Relax," she whispered, her voice low and reassuring. "I won't bite."
She touched her forehead against his, chuckling softly, then drew him in for a kiss. Her lips were smooth and soft, her first embrace little more than a peck, then she caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged it gently. All the while her downy hands were cradling his face or stroking his hair, warm and fluffy, the prick of her claws sending pleasant shivers rolling down his spine. He felt as if he were floating on a cloud, surrounded by white velvet as Railha mouthed a little more ardently, slipping her tongue into his mouth ever so slightly to tease him with her copper taste. She too smelled of wine, but it was joined by the wonderful scents of the soaps and perfumes that she must use to treat her fur.
She seemed reluctant to push deeper, modest, and measured in her gentle embrace as though waiting for him to reciprocate. Finally, the teasing became too much for him to bear, an unfamiliar urgency rising in his chest as he met her kiss. He leaned into her inviting body, delving his fingers into the delicate fur on her cheek as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. He felt her hand on the back of his head, another crawling down his spine, her dexterous tongue swirling in his mouth with such practiced skill that it set the hair on his arms standing on end.
She rewarded him with placid strokes and doting flurries, tender and loving, as if she might express some deep longing for him through nothing more than her deft movements. Her organ was just as long and as rough as Datz's had been, but the way that she maneuvered it was so much more sympathetic and subdued. James felt his muscles relax, letting her hold him with a hand on the small of his back for support, her fingers combing his hair and sending pulses of tingling pleasure through his body.
She broke away for a moment, keeping him close, wetting her lips as he panted.
"Do you like it? Do you want me to stop?"
"God, d-don't stop," he mumbled. Railha smiled and closed in again, leaning him over so that he was almost prone in her arms, Datz grumbling to herself as she watched them with her drink in hand. This next kiss was stronger and more passionate, her long tongue sliding past his lips and coiling around his own like a snake ensnaring its next meal, his breath coming in sharp gasps whenever she relented a little and gave him room to breathe. It was so thick and meaty, its somewhat rough, feline surface grazing him as she piled more of its obscene length inside. The upper surface was covered in fine barbs, but the underside was just as smooth and as velvety as that of a human, slick with her saliva. She moaned softly as she roved, the sound making his erection throb beneath his clothing, his eyes watering as she explored his throat.
He sucked it and played his tongue over its surface, their slimy flesh entwined in a wonderful dance, Railha relentless in her efforts. James worried that he might climax if she were to touch him below the belt right now, such was the intensity and raw sexuality of her kiss, becoming less measured and more erotic as it dragged on.
She broke off suddenly, her tongue sliding back out his mouth like a giant strand of spaghetti, leaving him feeling cold and dissatisfied as she propped him up on his chair again. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and what he had been doing, his face a shade of beet red as he looked up at her.
"See?" Railha said with a proud tone, directing her comment towards Datz. "That's how it's done, I have him wrapped around my finger. I wouldn't even need to ask him to follow me back to my quarters, he'd do it of his own accord. That's the beauty of a little foreplay, a bit of tenderness."
James shook his head as he tried to dispel his dizziness. The damned aliens were using him as a prop in their game, treating him as if he wasn't even there, and it was starting to get on his nerves.
"It's plain to see which approach he prefers," Railha continued as she took another shot of wine. Datz sneered, following suit, both of them growing drunker as the competition went on.
"That was only a kiss," the Equatorial protested. "If I had him on his back, he wouldn't look twice at you."
"Is that so?" Railha replied, a sinister smile curling her lips. "Would you care to put that claim to the test?"
Datz slammed a newly empty shot glass down on the bar and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
"Any day, Polar." She leaned her arm around James' neck, putting more of her weight on him than he could support and almost knocking him off his chair. She was uncoordinated and clearly inebriated. "Lemme take him into the supply room for a quickie, I'll show you how Elysians fuck," she slurred. James' face burned again, this time with embarrassment at the alien's vulgarity. "See? He's down for it."
"Blushing doesn't necessarily mean that he's happy," Railha stated, "they do that when they're embarrassed or angry too." The Polar had started on the drink later than Datz had, but she too was growing clumsy. "Making love in a supply closet, the very idea..." She stood unsteadily on her long legs, placing her heavy hand on James' shoulder and pricking him through his uniform with her pointed claws. "Let's take him back to my quarters, then he can decide who the winner is. Straight from the horse's mouth, as the humans say."
"What's a horse?" Datz mumbled.
"What about the drinking competition?" James protested as Datz rose from her bar stool and brushed herself off. "You're not finished yet!"
Railha steered him towards the exit to the Pinwheel's torus, Datz following behind them.
"This is a matter of philosophy now, my dear James. You must settle an age-old feud, and decide once and for all which of the two races does it better."
"I don't know about this...I'm supposed to be back at the barracks for roll call tomorrow morning," he protested as she guided him towards the door.
"So you're already expecting to spend the night with me?" Railha said, glancing down at him with a smirk. "How presumptuous of you, James."
"I-I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just..."
"Relax," she said, leaning closer to him to nuzzle his hair like a cat. "We're going to have some fun. You want to come with us, right? Did you like my kiss? Do you want me?"
His heart quickened again, he wasn't accustomed to this kind of attention, and he stammered his reply.
"Y-yes, I suppose, I mean-"
"Excellent," Railha declared as she clapped her enormous hands together. "Follow closely now, you wouldn't want to get lost on the station."
Far from making the Borealans pass out and allowing James to slip away, his plan had completely backfired. The two aliens were now as drunk as sailors, intent on settling a disagreement that clearly pre-dated their encounter at the bar. Oh well, it was sure to be more interesting than languishing in the recreational facility or heading back to the barracks for an early night, and he felt a sort of morbid curiosity overcome him as the pair of aliens led him away.
CHAPTER 2: THREE'S A CROWD
The trio marched along the torus, the donut-shaped habitat that housed most of the Pinwheel's facilities, weaving through the crowds of personnel that clogged the walkways. The structure was spun around the central hub like a wheel to create artificial gravity, as it was too large for the AG fields that were used on spacecraft. It was decorated to give the illusion that the occupants were walking through a street on some terrestrial planet, rather than the interior of a giant space station. The structures that extended from the walls on either side of them were sculpted to look like the facades of buildings, complete with windows and colorful awnings, and there was an abundance of flowers and trees in planters. The ceiling above their heads was painted sky-blue, dotted with fluffy clouds, and the massive lamps that simulated the sun were now darkening as the station neared its night cycle.
"How much did you drink, Datz?" Railha asked. "I swear, if I have to pump your stomach again..."
"I had a few drinks before you arrived to poach my human," she muttered. "I'm fine, ain't gonna slow me down. Besides, I fuck better when I'm drunk." She looked back over her shoulder at James with a sadistic grin, and he averted his eyes sheepishly.
"This is the problem with you Elysians, you learn your English from Raz and the Marines. That damned instructor has a mouth like a waste recycler, and most of the Marines are no better."
"Well I didn't go to no fancy medical school, do you see a white coat on me, hairball? What's it matter to you, anyhow? Better to be direct, that's what I say. Not gonna dress up my words all fancy rather than say what I mean."
James was doing his best to keep up. Even when walking slowly, the aliens outpaced him on their long legs, and he kept having to jog to stay close as Railha held his hand. He suspected that it was more to stop him from scurrying away than any show of affection. Datz seemed to notice, sighing, and turning towards him. James recoiled reflexively, but too late to escape her grasping hands, and his stomach lurched as she lifted him off the deck and threw him unceremoniously over her shoulder. Railha put her hand to her mouth and laughed at the sight, James' head spinning as he looked down at the floor from what to him was a considerable height.
"Be gentle with him," she said, staving off her chuckling. The gesture had drawn some attention from a few of the personnel around them, but the crowds had thinned as the night shift neared, and this kind of roughhousing didn't seem to raise many eyebrows.
They made their way towards the residential quarter, at least that's where the painted line on the station's deck told him they were going, and they soon arrived at what looked like row houses built into the hull of the Pinwheel. The engineers obviously couldn't build up, and so they had laid out the buildings horizontally along the walls to either side of the concourse. There were hundreds of them, as if someone had turned a tower block on its side, and there were a few decorative touches to make them feel less clinical. The designs varied a little. Some almost resembled brick houses, with imitation masonry sculpted from the white hull material, while others were more spartan and functional. Everywhere he looked, there were trees and plants to break up the uniformity of the structures, flower beds and shrubs adding a splash of color to the otherwise matte white of the station. Datz dropped him down onto the deck now that they had reached their destination, and he scowled at her as he straightened his uniform.
"I did say I'd give you the tour," Railha mused as she noticed his obvious curiosity. "This is the residential quarter, where most of the civilians and higher ranked staff members live. It's designed for long-term habitation, and so they went to quite some lengths to make it feel less like you're on a military installation."
"Waste of space," Datz muttered, "what the point of all this? A cot is all you need, they could have fit six or seven railgun batteries in the space that these dwellings take up."
"Not everyone on this station is a soldier, Datz. Some of us are scientists or doctors, some are civilians or dignitaries who are merely visiting the station, and others simply require a more comfortable environment in order to operate at peak efficiency. We can't all slum it like you do."
Railha led them towards one of the doors, pulling a keycard from the pocket of her white coat and swiping it past a scanner that was embedded in the frame. She stepped inside as the automatic door slid open to let them through, sealing behind them with a whoosh of air as the apartment's computer turned on the lights for them. James found himself in an open-plan apartment, and he noted that all of the furnishings were Borealan-sized, from the couch to the kitchen counters. The building had been made with her stature in mind, if not for Railha specifically, then at least for others of her kind. Rather than feeling as if the aliens were oversized, James now felt as if he had been shrunk down to the size of a toddler.
Datz took him roughly by the collar, pushing him up against the nearest wall and leaning down to bury her face in the nape of his neck, blowing warm breath on his skin as if she was taking in his scent. Alarmed, James couldn't do anything but shiver as he felt her lips press against his jugular, her sharp teeth emerging to prick him.
"Not yet!" Railha complained, tugging Datz away from him. The Equatorial turned and snarled at her, Railha planting her hands on her hips, apparently unperturbed by the display of aggression. "Honestly, you're going to exhaust him before I've had a chance to lay so much as a claw on him. Let's have another drink first, I'm entertaining guests, you know."
That seemed to calm Datz, and she shrugged, had her anger just been for show?
"Alright, you can probably afford the good stuff on your salary, don't hold out on me."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Railha replied as she made her way over to the adjoining kitchen, swaying a little as she used the walls to steady herself. She was still remarkably well spoken despite her drunkenness, but alcohol affected everyone a little differently. Case in point being Datz, who was practically belligerent.
James followed behind them, and the aliens sat down around a table that was about six feet off the ground relative to him. Railha had a human-sized chair, no doubt for visitors and colleagues, so he sat down on it as he watched her pour more drinks. She brought out a bottle from the cabinet, it was wrapped in what looked like rope or dried vines, and it had unfamiliar lettering on its label that looked suspiciously like claw marks. Must be Borealan text, James surmised.
"Straight from the homeworld," Railha declared as she poured the drink. "Raises the hair, fermented from Elysian fruit, I believe."
"Now that's more like it," Datz said as she rubbed her hands together greedily. "We might not see eye to eye on most things, but I won't fault your taste in booze, Railha."
Datz took a generous gulp from her glass, Railha watching with a disapproving expression, then she walked over and handed a smaller glass of the pink liquid to James.
"You'll like it, it's barely alcoholic by your standards," she said as he took it from her furry hand and chanced a sip. It tasted like fruit juice, red berries, like strawberries or raspberries. It was refreshing, not at all what he had expected, it has less of a kick than even wine did. He drank the rest of it happily as Datz finished off her helping.
"You should take time to savor it," Railha complained. "That bottle traveled seventy-five light-years to get here, and you drank your share in a minute."
"I believe," Datz said as she steadied herself on the table and raised a clawed finger, "that we're just talkin' in circles. You want to take everything slow. Probably because you're a fat, lazy Polar," she added as she snickered at her own insult. "I know what I want, and why should I wait for it?" She eyed James hungrily, as if he were just another bottle of wine, and he felt an involuntary thumping in his chest. "If I'm hungry, then I eat. If I'm thirsty, I drink. If I want a male..."
"A good guest should not insult their host," Railha scolded. "But you're terribly drunk, so I'll forgive you."
"Come on Railha, we're not gettin' any younger here, let's get started already."
"Oh, fine," she conceded. "But I'm going first. I won't be able to make my point if you send him to the ER." Railha turned to James and beckoned to him, her expression now warm and inviting. "Come, James."
There was something about Railha that just made her impossible to refuse, and so with a new excitement welling in his chest, he rose from his seat and walked over to her. She took his hand again, her palm soft and silky against his skin, and led him out of the kitchen. Datz followed them as they made their way to the bedroom, bringing the bottle of *raises the hair* with her, the automatic door that sectioned off the room from the rest of the apartment opening to reveal a bed the size of a car. It was huge, its metal frame reinforced in order to carry the considerable weight of the aliens.
Datz flopped down into an armchair in the corner of the room and settled in to watch, crossing her legs, and pressing the bottle against her lips as Railha sat James down on the edge of the bed.
"If you want to enrapture your human, you have to think about what *they* want too," she said. Datz laughed at that, cocking her head at the Polar as James sat there nervously, his eyes darting between the two.
"What kinda attitude is that?" Datz demanded, waving her bottle as she gestured. "A subordinate should feel lucky to be included. Any pleasure they get from the encounter is just a perk, or at best, for my own amusement."
"Giving pleasure can be as fun as receiving it, and humans aren't subordinates in your pack, they'll rarely submit in the way that an Equatorial would."
"I'll believe it when I see it," Datz sneered, turning her yellow eyes to James and taking another generous swig of her drink. "Besides, I love that they fight back. Equatorials become wet blankets the moment you give 'em a good scarring, but humans don't know when to quit. They keep pushin', they keep challenging you, keeps the fires stoked. Even when you think you've beaten 'em down, and you have 'em mewling like kittens, they'll go straight back to provoking you. Fuckin' turns me on..."
"There are other ways to make them submit," Railha said, kneeling in front of James and starting to unbuckle his belt with her oversized fingers. The bed was tall enough that she was at about chest height to him, her mammoth breasts practically resting on his thighs.
"H-hey, wait a minute, I-"
["You Equatorials think that you have to resolve everything with violence, but the path of least resistance is often compromise, to placate and appease. With a little social maneuvering, you can have someone give you what you want happily, willingly, rather than needing to take it by force and incurring greater risk because of it."]()
"Bah," Datz spat, "strength is the only constant. Why should the stronger party make an agreement when they would have more to gain from simply taking what they want? The strong do not need to placate or appease."
"We'll see," Railha said, starting to unzip James' uniform. She exposed his chest, planting a kiss on his belly with her soft lips, a warmth rising in his loins as she moved slowly downwards. "You have to set a mood," she added, "it needs to be memorable if you want them to keep coming back. Computer, set lighting to thirty percent and play...track fifteen."
The lights in the ceiling dimmed, and a slow, tranquilizing music track began to play over unseen speakers.
She dragged the zipper all of the way down, then tugged off his jumpsuit, casting it on the carpet beside the bed. She hooked her claws around the waistband of his underwear and pulled them off too, exposing his growing erection. It was such an odd situation, he felt vulnerable, out of his element. He had met Railha mere hours ago, and Datz was watching the whole affair like it was a play being performed for her sole benefit.
"Relax," Railha whispered, "let me make you feel good."
He gasped as she took his member in her hand, feeling it sink into her downy fur, Railha letting it pulse in her palm as she held it for a moment. She slowly slid her fingers up his throbbing shaft, her touch gentle, applying only light pressure so that her silky fur tickled him. She pulled back his foreskin and used the fleshy pad on her index finger to rub the tip of his glans in gentle circles, his welling excitement making it slippery. James shifted and fidgeted on the bed as she gazed up at him with her sky-blue eyes, framed by those odd, mask-like markings on her white coat. She breathed warm air on his member, teasing him as she rubbed, then leaned back and began to remove her lab coat. She kept his erection in her hand as she used her black claws to pop the buttons free, her breasts straining against the fabric to the point that it looked as if they might just burst out of the garment under their own weight. She opened the coat to reveal her fluffy cleavage and her paunchy belly, along with a black brassiere that looked sturdy enough to carry a pair of cannonballs.
She shrugged the lab coat off, releasing his member for a moment to let it twitch in the air, the motion making her bust wobble from within the confines of her underwear. She reached behind her back and unfastened the lacy bra, the two cups falling away as her breasts spilled from within its confines. They bounced gently as they settled, fighting against gravity, keeping their teardrop shape in spite of their heft. They were easily larger than his head, one of her breasts alone could have filled his lap. They too were covered in fluffy, white fur, and he could make out a pair of pink nipples that protruded from beneath the velvety coat. She pressed the generous globes together, the supple flesh bulging between her fingers and deforming like putty as she lifted them, and dropped them heavily onto his thighs.
His member was engulfed by them, buried in velutinous, feathery fur. It felt like his erection had been wrapped in a fine mink coat. The wonderful scents that he had picked up on in the bar rose to his nose as she pressed closer to him, perfume or shampoo, exotic aromas that he couldn't identify. He shifted with some minor discomfort as her chest pressed down on him, sinking him deeper into the mattress. How did she walk around with these things? Her voluptuous figure gave the impression that she was somewhat overweight, and yet the muscle mass required just to move around while carrying this kind of bulk would make her underlying strength the envy of any human athlete.
James leaned back on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as Railha watched his reaction with a knowing smile, pressing her ample chest around his throbbing member with her hands and rubbing gently. He had never felt anything so damned soft in his life, like yielding flesh that had been wrapped in the most exquisite silk. A gasp escaped his lips as Railha gripped the orbs in her hands, and started to raise them. She lifted them, then let them fall again, slamming them down on his lap with a considerable impact. She kept them tight, crossing her arms around them and squeezing them together with her biceps, ensuring that they trapped his cock like a vice. He felt his hips moving of their own accord, thrusting into the depths of her fluffy cleavage, and she held them steady for him as she watched him with a satisfied expression.
"See how he bucks and writhes?" Railha said to Datz, who was still watching them from the corner as she nursed her drink. "This is the beauty of the Polar method, I don't even have to move. He comes to me of his own volition, like a living, lusting metaphor for our ways."
"Yer fulla shit," the Equatorial shot back, her drunken vulgarity contrasting sharply with Railha's measured eloquence. "They're like any male, they know what to do with their cock. You don't have to coerce 'em once you get 'em goin'."
"Datz is not satisfied with the demonstration," Railha whispered, turning her attention back to James as he looked down at her with a dazed expression. "Looks like we'll have to put on a better show for her."
She plunged her face into her copious bust, the curtain of her silvery hair falling over his lap like a blanket. He jerked as he felt her long, sinuous tongue snake out of her mouth, creeping down between her breasts to curl around his member. She manipulated it with the slimy appendage, sucking it into her warm mouth, and pursing her puffy lips around the tender glans.
James yelped, feeling her hot, slippery muscle coil down his shaft as she sucked and kissed. Although her feline tongue was somewhat rough, her saliva was viscous and slippery, making the glances of her dexterous organ smooth and spine-tingling as she painted his erection with her drool. He grimaced, gritting his teeth against the pleasure and digging his fingers into the bed sheets, Railha's chuckling only adding to the stimulation as her lips vibrated around his shaft.
She pressed deeper, teasing the underside of his member with her tongue as she took him into her mouth, struggling to dig him out from between the mounds of her bust. There was so much movement, her slimy muscle twisting, curling and licking with an intensity that made him shiver and filled his mind with fuzzy warmth. It was like a kind of worship, gentle and supplicant, affectionate and compassionate. She felt every twitch and pulse of his member in her mouth, modifying the pace of her stroking accordingly, the pressure that was welling in James' loins growing as she worked.
"What are you gettin' out of that?" Datz asked from her seat across the room. "Foolin' around a little to get him hard is one thing, but you're not servicin' an Alpha here."
Railha let his member fall from her lips to rest between her breasts, linked to her lips by a mess of stringy saliva as James panted. Her cleavage was so deep that he couldn't even make out the tip between her heaving mounds of flesh.
"Maybe I want him to feel as if I am."
"What for?"
"Because if I drive him half insane with pleasure, he'll do anything I ask of him, willingly and without reservation."
Datz sneered as she took another draw from her bottle, leaning back in the armchair in a decidedly un-ladylike position, her legs splayed immodestly as she reclined.
"If you want somethin' from him, just twist his arm and make him give it to you. Why go to such lengths to appease him?"
"That's what you and your fellow Equatorials can't seem to understand, Datz. The difference between someone doing something because you coerced them, and because they want to do it. Equatorials always strive to be the leader of their entourage, they want to dominate, but love is a more effective motivator than fear."
Datz laughed heartily at that, slapping her thigh with her clawed hand.
"Sounds like you've never been afraid, never felt that pit in your stomach when your Alpha overpowers you, the taste of your own blood on your lips as that need to mate bubbles up inside you and takes control like a fever." She bit her lower lip as her eyes glazing over, as if reminiscing about some past event in her life. "Humans feel it too, they just need a little...encouragement."
She leaned forward in her chair and set the bottle down on an adjacent table, resting her hands on her knees as she grinned toothily at Railha. "Want me to show you? I doubt that a Polar has ever fucked you like that before. Let me be your Alpha for the night, and I'll show you both what yer missin'."
"I'm not nearly drunk enough for that, Datz" Railha replied. James bucked in surprise as she plunged his erection back into her mouth, gripping his hips in her hands to keep him steady, slamming her head down on his lap. Her lips closed around the base of his shaft, and she held him there, the suction incredible as she locked him in her tight throat. The muscles of her gullet spasmed and rippled around his sensitive glans, hot and smooth as they massaged him, trying to either swallow or reject the foreign object. Her tongue left her mouth to graze his balls, her saliva dripping down his thighs as she licked. She almost pushed him over the edge in that one motion, and she felt his member bounce in her mouth, curling her lips into a smile as she realized that he was getting close.
She withdrew abruptly, letting the wet mess of saliva slide down his shaft and fall to the bed sheets, wiping her mouth with the back of her furry hand.
"Another important point," she continued as she turned to look back at Datz, "is that you mustn't give him everything that he wants immediately. Give him a taste, then leave him wanting, make him work for it. He'll do anything for you if it means relief."
James scowled, frustrated and increasingly irritated by their disregard for him. He wasn't a prop, and he wasn't going to keep letting them treat him like one, even as good as it might feel.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. The two aliens turned their attention back to him, surprised by his outburst. "I don't much appreciate the way you two are talking about me like I'm not even here. I'm not going to let you toy with me. If you keep playing games, then I'm just going to leave, and then you'll have to find somebody else to settle your argument for you."
Datz laughed, and Railha smirked, not the reaction he had expected. He realized that he was sitting on the bed nude, covered in drool, and still red in the face. It wasn't a position that garnered a lot of respect or credibility.
"Seems your method ain't working," Datz chuckled.
"Well, I'm not usually giving a step by step explanation," she protested. "If he knows what I'm doing, then it spoils the mood."
"I told you that this one was feisty," Datz said as she rose to her feet and cracked her knuckles. James recoiled as the Equatorial made her way over to the bed, her amber eyes fixed on him, predatory. Railha moved out of her way, and soon James found himself sitting before the giant alien, her hands planted on her wide hips as she looked down at him with a sinister grin.
"My turn now," she said, and Railha shrugged. The Polar retreated to the corner of the room and took up a seat on the now vacant armchair, picking up the mostly empty bottle and squinting at it unhappily.
"Looks like sharing isn't on your radar either," she grumbled.
Datz looked James up and down, her furry tail flicking back and forth behind her, her feline pupils expanding into black circles like a cat that was about to pounce on a mouse. He would have described it as undressing him with her eyes, was he not already in a state of undress. She was lecherous, her pink tongue leaving her mouth to wet her lips as she played her eyes over his naked body.
"You want to fight me, don't you, little human? It frustrates you to be overpowered, it makes you angry when I do *this*..." She leaned down and placed a finger against his forehead, pushing him over onto his back. He quickly sat up again, angry, but not wanting to fall into her obvious trap. She repeated the gesture, pushing him so that he lost his balance, and toppled backwards onto the bed. Again, he struggled upright, Datz exposing her pearly fangs as she grinned down at him.
"C-cut that out," he grumbled.
"Good, but not enough. I want you pissed off, and throwing punches."
She pushed him over once more, too fast for him to dodge out of the way. It didn't hurt, but it was infuriating, his face reddening as he balled his fists.
"Stop it, or I'll-"
"You'll what?" Datz asked skeptically.
"See? I told you they get red when they're angry," Railha added from her seat on the chair.
This time Datz shoved him harder, knocking him backwards onto the bed, and he rose back up intending to hit her. She made no effort to avoid him, letting the punch connect with her belly, his fist crumpling against abdominal muscles that felt as if they had been poured from concrete. He winced, waving his hand to dispel the pain, Datz smirking at him from above.
She lunged at him suddenly, pinning his wrists against the mattress with her massive hands, her grip like iron as she slowly crawled up onto the bed. She straddled him as he fought and writhed beneath her oppressive weight, squeezing her powerful thighs around his hips, the bed frame creaking ominously under the strain. Her muscles were as hard as steel, bulging from beneath the fabric of her blue uniform, and she doubled over to press her feline nose against his neck. He tensed, an instinctual reaction, as if some massive predator was a moment away from delivering a killing blow. She sniffed, blowing hot air on him, then dragged her rough tongue across his skin. Why was his body reacting this way to her? His heart was beating like a hammer, an unfamiliar excitement overtaking him.
"I smell fear, and arousal," she hissed. "I taste it in your sweat, it's like an aphrodisiac to me." He struggled, and she tightened her grip on his wrists, James looking up at her with furious eyes. "Do you hate me right now? Have I made you angry? Tell me what you think of me, don't be shy."
"I think you're an uncivilized brute," he spat.
"Oh, I'm sure you can do better than that," she purred. "Call me a bitch, really go for the throat."
She leaned closer and punctuated the request with a swift bite to his neck, hard enough to draw a little blood as her teeth pierced his skin. He groaned, feeling oddly compliant, his muscles relaxing as she lapped at the red mark that she had left. She mouthed and kissed, her lips and tongue roaming across his neck and shoulder, pinching him with her teeth and leaving trails of her sticky saliva. His mind fogged, his spine arching as his renewed erection pressed against the crotch of her uniform.
"Railha misses the point," she whispered. "To hold the status of Alpha is not only to dominate, but also to nurture, to protect. The pack becomes a part of you, their welfare is your welfare, their health and morale are as important as your own. The group must work as one organism, be of one mind. For that, they must obey the strongest and most qualified member unwaveringly."
She raised his hands above his head, her long, fuzzy tail coiling around from behind her to tie his wrists together like a furry rope. Her hands now free, she pressed her pointed claws into his chest, then raked them down to his belly. James bucked, a tingling sensation spreading through him. She hadn't cut him, but she had left burning, pink trails in his skin. It roused him from his stupor, he suddenly felt awake, alive, as if his nerves had just been cranked up to their maximum sensitivity. He gasped, and she sat upright as she straddled him, her fingers moving towards the zipper on her blue jumpsuit.
She hooked it with her claw, pulling it down slowly, letting the weight of her breasts spread the garment open as she went. She wasn't as endowed as Railha was, but while Datz had more of a sporty figure, her chest was still massive by human standards. They were firmer and perkier than those of her Polar counterpart, each globe as large as his head, contained within a grey tank top that cut off just below them. He could see straight up her top from where he was lying, her underboob peeking out from beneath it.
She moved the zipper down past her navel, exposing twin rows of chiseled abdominal muscles, protruding from beneath tanned skin that stretched over them like vinyl. His eyes traced their contours, the low lighting in the room illuminating the prominent bulges, casting subtle shadows to accentuate them as she shrugged off the upper part of her jumpsuit. Her caramel skin was dimpled by muscles that James hadn't even known existed, she looked like she had been carved from marble, her figure would have made the most obsessive human gym rats green with envy. She carried it well, however. Her sheer size made her brawn more understated, the fat on her hips and thighs giving her a soft, feminine figure. She followed his gaze with a smile, shifting and flexing a little to make her abs bulge from beneath her skin, teasing him.
"I've seen that look before," she said, "you're realizin' that what I'm saying is the truth. That you would be happier if you submitted to me, that you'll prosper with me as your Alpha. So give in, and let me take control. It's only natural."
She lifted herself off him for a moment to slide the pants of her jumpsuit off, along with the white shorts that she wore beneath, then planted herself firmly back on top of him. She was now nude, save for her tank top, James' eyes tracing the hourglass curve of her wide hips. Her thighs closed around his waist like a trap, as smooth as polished stone, muscles like steel cables flexing beneath a cushiony layer of fat. They were as large as his torso, so thick that he would have needed to use both arms to reach around them, her burnished skin giving way to straw-colored fur just below the knee. Her mound was smooth, with just a tuft of blonde fluff where the pubic hair would have been on a human, her loins already dripping strands of her thick excitement down onto his erection as she hovered above it.
Why was this making him so hard? Why was his heart beating so quickly? Was she right about him on some level? Did some primal part of him, locked away for millennia and buried far beneath his conscious mind, crave this?
He watched a glob of her nectar fall from between her legs to roll down his shaft, he longed to rise from the bed and thrust into her, but she was too high up on her long legs. To his despair, she shuffled upwards, away from his pulsing member and up towards his face. She poised over him, a droplet of her juices falling to his burning cheek, his hands still bound by her sinuous tail as she gripped a handful of his hair. She hovered with her swollen, pink lips an inch from his nose as he looked up at her glistening vulva, her feminine scent washing over him and awakening a primal need. Her flesh was wet with her fluids, the delicate folds and creases of her loins like pleated silk, or the dew-soaked petals of a rose.
"As Alpha, I eat first. I get the choice cuts of meat, and my pick of the dishes. But it's also my responsibility to ensure that my pack eats well. When I want to mate, I fuck whoever I want, and their enjoyment is just a perk of the job. The thrill of being taken by your Alpha, pleasing them, is its own reward."
"You should know," Railha commented from across the room, "Alphas don't usually end up at the bar on their own."
Datz turned to scowl at her, was the Equatorial just roleplaying, then? Maybe that was why she seemed so into this.
"Don't ruin the mood, hairball. Turn off this shitty music, too."
"Fine, fine. Computer, stop audio."
The calming music switched off, and Datz turned her attention back to James. She closed her enormous thighs around his head, her flush skin cool against his burning cheeks, and lowered herself down onto him. Her pink, flushed lips met his, the tuft of soft fur on her mound tickling his nose. It wasn't coarse and curly like that of a human, it more reminded him of cat hair. She tasted salty and sour, but not unpleasantly so, the giant alien shuddering appreciatively as his tongue found her vulva.
"See? Assert yourself, and they're willing, they don't need much instruction."
She parted her labia with her furry fingers, exposing the pink flesh within, encouraging him to drag his tongue across its hot surface with a sharp tug of his hair. She was so wet, it leaked down her inner thighs and wet his cheeks, sticking to his tongue in strands as he traced her contours. She reacted strongly to his lapping, shivering, suddenly appearing less sure of herself.
"Damn it," she gasped, "their fucking tongues..."
"That's their best feature," Railha cooed. James could no longer see her with Datz sitting on his face, but it sounded like she was finishing off the booze from her seat in the armchair. "Smooth tongues, who would have thought? It's like they're built for going down on us."
Datz tugged his hair again, goading him on, her thighs tightening around his head as if she was threatening to pop it like a ripe cherry. She pulled her tank top over her head, letting her breasts fall free, giving James a wonderful view from directly below as they wobbled with the motion. She brought up a hand and sank her fingers deep into one of her boobs, the flesh yielding like wet clay as she sank her fingers into it and began to knead. She was so heavy, he was sinking a good inch into the mattress under her bulk.
Her viscous juices ran down his chin as he mouthed and kissed, now determined to show her up in front of Railha. He pushed his tongue into her twitching opening and felt her smooth walls tense around it, a tremor passing through her sculpted body. Datz gasped and fell forward, propping herself up on her hands and letting her pendulant breasts hang above his head. Her wide hips began to grind against his face as her arousal deepened, beads of perspiration welling on her tanned skin.
Distracted, she released his hands from her tail, the appendage winding across the sheets like a furry snake. Now free from his bonds, James took the opportunity to run his hands across her thighs. Her dark skin was as smooth as glass, damp with a sheen of fresh sweat, making her slippery to the touch. His fingers sank up to the first joint in the fat that sheathed them, as soft as memory foam, James feeling her steely muscles tense beneath it as his fingertips reached them. Datz shivered contentedly, and he watched her abs tense, the sheen of moisture making them shine as they caught the light.
He slid a hand up her inner thigh, her breathing growing ragged as his digits neared her mound, her sumptuous bosom shaking with the effort. When he encountered heat and dampness, he plunged a finger into her tunnel, her muscles gripping it with surprising strength. Despite her immense stature, her passage was almost painfully tight, and her flesh undulated around his digit as if trying to massage it. It made sense, if she was so outwardly toned, then it stood to reason that her pelvic floor muscles would be just as developed.
He found her clitoris, pursing his lips around it and sucking it out from beneath its hood, circling it with his tongue as Datz shuddered on top of him.
"He's only this enthusiastic because *I* got him going for you first," Railha grumbled. Datz didn't seem to be listening, gasping as she rolled her hips rhythmically, as if trying to fuck his finger. He obliged, pushing it deeper, exploring her textured insides with his digit and feeling her muscles clench around it. Her grip on his hair tightened, stinging his scalp, Datz growling as he dragged the surface of his tongue over her swollen nub of flesh.
He gripped a thigh for purchase, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, hearing her utter an adorable yelp as he clawed at her supple fat. Her tanned skin was fever-hot, dripping with moisture, droplets of her sudor following the deep channels that her abdominal muscles carved into her belly on their way down her torso. He released her clitoris with a wet pop, mouthing and kissing her sensitive inner thighs for a moment. He kept his finger inside her, pushing against her slimy walls as she looked down at him between her hanging breasts with covetous eyes.
"I knew you'd come around," she giggled, "doesn't it feel good? Wouldn't you want to live like this? A good Alpha would see to your every need." Her tail coiled around his member, sliding up and down his shaft, the soft fur tickling his skin. "You'd be...*rewarded*...for your obedience."
He arched his spine, his hands slipping on her wet skin, and she pulled him back into position by the hair. She pressed her loins down on his face, her thick essence leaking free in ropes, his mind fogging as the heat and scent of her overcame him. He licked more ardently, Datz's chuckling trailing off into a low moan as he roved and mouthed, glancing her tender flesh with his organ and running his hand over her taut abs. He traced their bulges with his fingertips, his erection throbbing in the odd grip of her tail. Pink scars broke up her coffee-colored skin in places. There was a large one on her hip, and he ran his finger along it, his lust mounting as he explored her absurdly toned figure.
"You look like you want to taste every inch of me," she whispered, "I can arrange that..."
She sat up straight again, her head lolling back as he pushed her closer to the edge, his reservations forgotten as he serviced her. Her breathing became less regular, her movements less graceful, his relentless licking and kissing fueling the fire that was rising inside her.
"Fuck...if you stop here, I'll give you a pretty scar," she panted. "Keep going...I'm..."
He felt her thighs tighten around his head, Datz thrusting against him, her powerful vaginal walls gripping him like a vice as an orgasm tore through her body. Her muscles bulged, beads of sweat dripping from her skin, her massive figure shuddering as she loosed a pained mewl. She bit her lower lip between her sharp teeth, twitching and writhing as she rode out her climax, her fluids escaping from her tunnel to wet James' face. He sputtered, but kept up his licking, battering her clitoris with the tip of his tongue to draw out every last pulse of pleasure.
Her breathing slowed, her taut body relaxing as she released the pressure around his head, and she rolled off him to land heavily on the bed beside him. The displacement was enough to bounce him into the air, and he fell back to the mattress in alarm, his face dripping with her nectar. Datz caught her breath, enjoying her afterglow as she rested a hand on her belly, a wide grin spreading across her face.
"Isn't that proof enough, Polar? I came, you didn't."
"That was fast," Railha chuckled. "Are you sure that you were the one in control there, Datz? From where I was sitting, it looked as though he was getting the better of you towards the end."
"N-nonsense." She scraped a finger through the mess on his red cheek, watching a thick strand of gelatinous fluid form, sticking to her digit as she pulled it away. "That's a good look for you, human, covered in my come."
He batted her hand away, embarrassed by her crude comment, but very conspicuously aroused by it all the same. His erection throbbed and jumped in the air, aching and neglected.
Railha had finished the rest of the *raises the hair*, the pair had downed a full bottle between them. Based on how they had reacted to the shots of wine, they must both be extremely drunk by now. The Polar rose to her feet and made her way over to the bed, swaying a little as she walked, sitting heavily on the edge of the mattress and bouncing James into the air again. She rested a furry hand on his thigh, peering down at him as he sat there with Datz's stringy juices dangling from his chin.
He wanted to declare a winner, and then leave, but some part of him wanted to stay and see this through. Most likely the part of him that was as hard as a rock and throbbing in the air.
"Now it's my turn," Railha declared, climbing up onto the massive bed. Datz rose to kneel beside him, a scowl on her face.
"He's mine now. You saw, he submitted."
"I saw no such thing," Railha protested. "And besides, this competition isn't over until he chooses a winner, unless you want to concede?"
"I'll never concede to a Polar," Datz spat, "my mark is on him. You can see it as plain as day." She pointed to the red bite mark on James' neck, and he rubbed it gingerly with his fingers, it was still sore.
"Well, he certainly smells like you," Railha replied as she wrinkled her nose. "But that doesn't mean that he belongs to you. If you're going to break the rules, then you have to forfeit."
"I won, my method was better, isn't that right?" She directed her question towards James, who hesitated, glancing between the two aliens. "Obey your Alpha!"
"It might have been better for you, but not for him."
"What do you know? You...big fat hairball."
James didn't know what to say. The tension was rising, and Datz looked like she was about ready to strike Railha.
"More than you, apparently."
As if on cue, she swiped at the Polar with her long, hooked claws outstretched. She missed completely, falling on her face, too drunk to be of any real threat to either of them. James was shocked, but Railha didn't seem to find it unusual, looking nonplussed as Datz grumbled to herself with her face buried in the bed sheets.
"You drank too much again, why can't you control yourself?" Railha turned to James and shook her head in exasperation. "She always does this, she won't be able to perform her duties tomorrow, silly kitten."
"You guys are close, aren't you?" James asked. This went beyond bickering, these two had a longer history together than he had initially suspected. The way that they interacted was so permissive, and it went beyond the expected Equatorial rudeness.
"You could say that," Railha replied, "we've known each other for a while. Polars and Equatorials don't usually get along, as you can probably imagine, but we have a kind of...rapport."
"Frenemies?" James volunteered, and Railha laughed.
"That is an apt expression, yes. She starts fights that she can't win, she drinks more than she can handle, and I'm usually the doctor on call when she ends up in the ER. We've spent enough time together, gotten to know each other. I guess that makes us friends, in a manner of speaking. When you're stuck in a room with someone for a couple of hours trying to rehydrate them with an intravenous drip, you don't have much of a choice but to chat and get to know them."
She noticed his concerned expression as he looked to the grumbling Equatorial.
"Don't worry, she isn't out of the ordinary for an Elysian, nor is she unhappy. This is just the way they are, they like to get drunk and brawl, Datz just isn't especially good at either of those things."
Railha's expression warmed as she watched Datz roll over onto her back, glaring up at the pair, her blonde hair damp and messy.
"I am *too* good at fighting, I could take you, you...fur face."
Railha sighed and rolled her blue eyes, then leaned over, cupping Datz's face in her hands and subjecting her to an upside-down kiss. James' eyes widened as he watched them, Datz's long tongue meeting Railha's and entangling like a pair of mating snakes before their puffy lips connected. Datz rubbed her thick thighs together, relaxing as Railha's long organ coiled around inside her mouth, bulging her cheeks as the Equatorial met her sordid embrace with equal vigor. They smacked wetly, James' erection throbbing as he looked on, his face turning a deep shade of crimson as the uninhibited aliens made out a mere foot away from him.
Railha pulled back to catch her breath, letting her serpentine tongue hang from her mouth, connected to Datz's lips with a thick strand of saliva. After a moment, she plunged back down again, James catching glimpses of their pink, slimy muscles intertwining between their lips as they fought. They were so vigorous and strong. Seeing them so unbridled, James was amazed that they could even kiss a human without choking or suffocating them. Their embrace was so deep and salacious, ruthless, and he felt a pang of envy as Datz gripped Railha's furry forearms for purchase as she took her tongue deep into her throat.
They finally broke off, Railha gazing down at Datz as her ample chest heaved, the Equatorial looking up at her with a lustful expression as a rope of drool feel to her cheek.
"Oh, Railha," Datz mumbled drunkenly. "I hate that you won't fight me. Every time I challenge you, we just end up...like this."
"You know you'd lose, you're a terrible fighter."
"Losing can be fun too..."
"I won't be your Alpha, or your subordinate. But if you just want to hang out and fool around, you know where to find me."
"You could claw me a *little*," Datz pleaded. "You're a doctor, you know it'll be healed by tomorrow. Come on Railha, I'd get off so hard..."
"I took an oath to do no harm when I became a physician," she said with a smirk.
"You're no fun," Datz grumbled. "Now stop talking and kiss me again, you furry idiot."
Railha obliged, James feeling left out as the two Borealans embraced, but he didn't want to intrude on their moment. He jumped, feeling Railha's tail coil around his member, squeezing him tightly as she locked lips with Datz. It was like a feather boa, the delicate strands tickling his skin.
"Don't think I'd forgotten about you," she said as she pulled away from her gasping friend. "I'm just drunk enough that a threesome with an Equatorial is starting to sound like a good idea."
Datz rolled onto her hands and knees, eyeing him with a predatory grin, her fuzzy tail flicking in the air indecisively.
"Enough messin' around, let's fuck."
Railha shrugged her shoulders, pulling off the rest of her clothes as Datz pounced on James like a giant cat, pinning him against the bed and pressing her sharp teeth into his neck again.
"You smell like me," Datz giggled drunkenly, "I like it."
He winced as she bit and sucked at his skin, leaving more red welts on his neck and shoulders, his spine arching off the bed as she jammed one of her meaty thighs firmly into his groin and pressed down on his erection. Her skin was so sleek and soft, her sweat making his member slippery as it pressed into the subtle layer of fat. Railha snuck up from behind, pulling Datz upright, her fluffy fingers closing around the Equatorial's neck as she squeezed her against her body. Her fat, malleable breasts squashed against Datz's muscular back, and she wrapped her free arm around her waist to run her clawed fingers over her prominent abs. Railha's white fur contrasted beautifully with Datz's caramel skin, the sheen of sudor making it appear reflective in the low light, and she slid her hand slowly upwards to grope one of the Equatorial's pert breasts. She pinched her pink nipple between her padded fingers, Datz squirming as she teased her, then dragged her long tongue across the Elysian's shoulder to taste her sweat.
"You can take a break every now and then, you know," Railha whispered to her. "Let yourself go a little, you don't have to be in control *all* the time. Does it even count if you submit to a Polar?"
Datz's arousal leaked from between her burnished thighs, a rope of her clear fluid falling to drape over James' member. Overcome with desire, he rose to a sitting position, gripping her wide hips and planting a kiss on her belly. Datz jerked as she was assaulted from both the front and the back, squirming as James ran his lips and tongue over the contours of her six-pack, watching him with a lascivious gaze. He tasted the salt on her warm skin, biting her hip gently, slipping a finger between her labia as her thick nectar wet his digit. He pushed it inside her, feeling her hot flesh grip it like a fist gloved in damp silk.
Datz's moan was cut off as Railha gripped her by the cheeks, turning her head as she subjected her to another penetrating kiss. She sank back into Railha's bust, her usual combative attitude ebbing as Railha worked her over, her tunnel contracting and twitching around James' finger as the Polar's tongue roiled in her mouth. She released her, and Datz shivered happily, her hand crawling down her taut belly to grip James by the hair. Railha took her by the wrist and pulled her hand away, she was surprisingly strong, even compared to Datz's obvious brawn.
"No way, it's my turn, you got head already."
Datz started to complain, but Railha cut her off with a cruel pinch of her nipple, the Equatorial shuddering as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She positioned herself over his pulsing erection, her loins dripping like a faucet as Railha released her and shuffled up towards his head, casting her shadow over him as he felt her furry thighs brush his cheeks.
"If you'd be so kind, James..."
He didn't protest, and so Railha lowered herself down on top of him, her thighs already sodden with her excitement as they cushioned his face. She smelled stronger than Datz had, feminine and inviting in a way that tickled the back of his brain, and he grazed her slick vulva with his tongue as soon as she came into range. Railha shivered happily, the insulating fat on her belly and thighs wobbling, and then it was James' turn to cry out as Datz slammed herself down unceremoniously onto his cock.
She forced him all the way inside her, her satin walls wringing him as her powerful muscles rippled, stroking him in wracking waves. She was almost hot enough to be uncomfortable, and so wet that his penetration was almost frictionless, despite how tight she was. Her thighs were long enough that her knees reached his underarms, James able to treat them like the armrests of a recliner as he stroked her silky skin. She came down hard enough to bruise, grunting like a beast, her weight sinking him deep into the mattress. Railha chuckled as she felt his demeanor change, his licking becoming more fervent and desperate as Datz began to move.
"Fuck...this is just what I needed," Datz muttered, rocking her hips back and forth as she found a punishing pace.
James felt Railha's weight shift as she leaned forward to kiss the rowdy Equatorial, the lewd sounds of their tongues entangling carrying over his own labored breathing. Railha's fluffy coat felt wonderful against his cheeks, his face sinking deep into the plumpness of her thighs as she squeezed them around his head, like a pair of down pillows. He ran the tip of his tongue up and down her vulva as she perched atop him, painting her sex with his saliva, exploring her every fold. Her juices wet his face, strands of her white fur sticking to his skin, mingling with the residue from Datz in a way that was at once obscene and erotic.
The massive Polar rolled her hips, seeking out more stimulation as he dragged his tongue across her slippery flesh, teasing her engorged clitoris with gentle licks and flurries. Appreciative shivers ran through her body, making her husky thighs tremble around his head, her low moans interrupting her ongoing kiss with Datz. He couldn't see anything with her sat on his face like this, her smell, texture, and taste were his whole world. He could hear her though, wrestling with Datz, the two Borealans locked in a seemingly endless embrace. The Equatorial was relentless, pounding him with a ferocity that might have fractured his pelvis was there not a thick mattress beneath them to cushion the savage blows. His hips were going numb as she drove his member deeper and harder into her sopping, searing tunnel, his tender glans gliding against her slippery insides. Her burning flesh had the texture of silk that had been soaked in syrup, smooth and delicate, despite how harshly it gripped him. It was like plunging his cock into a Chinese finger trap full of lube, Datz seeming to suck on him even harder every time that she withdrew, her passage clinging to his shaft like a second skin.
She rolled and twisted, gyrating to scrape his rigid member against her deepest reaches as though trying to scratch some maddening itch, her powerful pelvic floor muscles clamping down on him. She raised herself on her steely thighs, her flesh sticking to him like latex, then let gravity aid her descent as she fell back down. She bounced on the mattress, taking him as deep as he could reach, skewering herself on his pulsing erection. It throbbed inside her, he could feel her twitch when it flexed, blood pumping through the swollen organ with enough force that she could feel it.
Her fluffy hands were wrapped around his hips, large enough to encompass his lower body almost completely, her claws pressing against his belly and digging into his butt. He was a little worried that she might forget her own strength in her state of drunken arousal, but the prospect was equally exciting, she already had him teetering on the edge of what his body could tolerate.
Datz kept up her relentless pace, tireless and greedy, her lack of consideration for his human frailty driving a raw and coarse pleasure through his beleaguered body. It was harsher and more primal than any sex that he had ever experienced before, her sharp claws pricking his lower back as she lifted him off the mattress to pull him into her downward thrusts. He translated that unbearable stimulation into his licking, mouthing and kissing Railha's loins as she rubbed them against his lips.
"Oh my," the Polar moaned, "he's going wild down there. Whatever you're doing, Datz, don't stop..."
Datz seemed to be ignoring her, lost in her fugue as she fucked him ruthlessly, the sound of their flesh slapping together and the lewd noises of their coupling making Railha chuckle as she watched them. He could feel the warmth of Datz's syrupy juices leaking from her opening as she thrust, forced around his buried member to slough down her thighs, pooling on his belly.
He lifted his hands and sank them into the doughy cheeks of Railha's ass, as ample and as heavy as her breasts, delving his fingers past the silky fur and into the soft meat. She yelped and squirmed in surprise, and he pushed his tongue into her opening for good measure, feeling a shudder roll through her body that made her flesh quiver. He heard a scuffle, they were kissing again, he could hear the wet smacking as Railha set upon Datz and her pace became more erratic.
He could scarcely breathe under Railha's bulk, and his mind was starting to fog as the haze of seething pleasure from Datz's fierce mating flooded through him. He redoubled his efforts, sucking the Polar's engorged clitoris into his mouth, drawing shapes on it with his tongue to push her closer to the edge. Her tail coiled around one of his arms reflexively, like a snake clinging to a branch, and she loosed a growl that shook his bones. It might have been frightening, had he not known that it was borne from lust.
The three of them were locked in a feedback loop, a crescendo of pleasure that spiraled ever higher towards an inevitable climax, every twitch and throb from one felt by the others. Datz came down especially hard, driving the air from his lungs, and he moaned into Railha's dripping loins as a wracking shiver crawled up his spine. The ache of their barbarous union was turning into satisfaction, as if he could no longer tell the difference between pleasure and pain. The Polar arched her long spine, mewling happily as she felt James' finger enter her, her insides just as hot and slippery as Datz's.
"K-kiss me you fat idiot," he heard the Equatorial mutter, feeling Railha shift position to oblige her rude request. Datz's gyrations were becoming faster and harder as the aliens locked lips, almost unbearably so. She had to be getting close now. For all her posturing, she seemed to come very quickly, it was almost cute.
"Ah! Fuck, Railha, I'm close. I'm...please bite me, *please*..."
He felt the Polar move suddenly, strong and fast, her rump rising from its seat on his face enough that he could glimpse Datz between her sodden thighs. A rope of her excitement that connected his lips to hers broke to fall to his chin as he watched Railha take a handful of Datz's hair and tug her closer, planting her teeth into the Equatorial's neck. Her insides contracted around his member in surprise as she leaned her head back and loosed a pathetic, breathy whine, shivering as Railha wrapped her arms around her tanned body. The Polar bit down on her, a trickle of blood escaping her lips as Datz convulsed, her voice high and pleading as her orgasm tore through her. She sank her hands into the fur on Railha's back, as if afraid that she might float away, her blonde coat contrasting with her partner's snow-white.
Her passage wrung James with a ferocity that made him wince, her taut walls rippling up and down his shaft as if trying to draw out his emission, her thighs clamping around his hips to hold him inside her as her muscles bulged. Her abs flexed as she climaxed, the sweat on her skin catching the light as she hung onto Railha and let slip and unbecoming moan, aftershocks dancing through her nervous system like sparks of electricity as she slowly started to come down from her high. She sank into Railha's fluffy bust, giggling softly as afterglow and euphoria overcame her, the Polar releasing her hold on her neck to reveal a ring of tooth marks that looked red and sore.
"I didn't know you had it in you, Railha. That was...nice..." She trailed off, burying her face in the nape of Railha's neck and nuzzling contentedly. She lifted off James, her copious juices spilling free to dampen the sheets, leaving his battered member cold and throbbing in the air. Railha slipped a finger between Datz's smooth thighs to rub softly, easing out one last pang of pleasure that almost made her lose her balance.
"I guess sometimes it feels good to be a little...dominant," the Polar muttered.
She pressed up against her and kissed her again, now softer and more placating, James watching them with a mixture of frustration and longing as they embraced.
Railha broke off, Datz sitting down heavily on the mattress, catching her breath as she recovered. She noticed James' expression, starting to stroke his sticky erection as he lay beside her. He sighed, leaning back as her deft fingers kept him hard, her fur matted with her own gooey juices. Railha gazed down at him, a smirk on her lips.
"She finishes fast when she's drunk. Don't worry, you'll get your turn."
She leaned closer to Datz, whispering into her round ear. A salacious grin spread across the Equatorial's face, and she shuffled to the top of the bed to rest almost upright against the stack of pillows by the headboard. Railha lifted James under the arms and planted him between Datz's splayed thighs, lying with his back against her damp, washboard abs. Her heavy breasts sagged over his shoulders like melting wax, cushioning his head, her satin skin slick with her perspiration. She crawled her hooked claws across his chest and belly, teasing him with gentle pricks and light scratches as he squirmed in her grasp, eventually wrapping her arms around him to pull him tight. She trapped him there, her body made slippery by her sweat, holding him immobile as Railha crawled up from the front.
Her generous bust swaying, the Polar positioned herself above him, opening her legs to straddle him. He found himself sandwiched between the two aliens, fat and fur from the front, glass-smooth skin and firm muscle from behind. She took his erection in her hand, pulling back his foreskin and rubbing the exposed, tender glans between her labia. She glazed it with her honey, lowering herself down on top of him, and taking the tip inside her. There was a brief moment of resistance, and then it pushed past her opening, penetrating her silken passage. She loosed a long sigh as she slid down onto his shaft tentatively, until she had taken him up to the hilt, the two of them wincing and shuddering as they grew accustomed to each other.
She wasn't quite as tight as Datz had been, as she was somewhat larger, and her muscle tone was different. But in a way, it was a reprieve from the athletic Equatorial's cruel lovemaking. She started to move, her pace slower and more attentive, her smooth walls sliding up and down his erection like wet velvet. He leaned back into Datz's bust, her breasts making for admirable pillows, and she rested her chin in his hair as she watched his member slip in and out of Railha's dripping loins. He could feel the Equatorial's massive heart beating faster, pounding in her chest as she watched them fuck, Railha starting to come down on him a little harder now as she became more excited.
She leaned forward, the soft paunch of her belly resting on his torso like a furry beanbag, her weighty boobs pressing into his face. He breathed in her flowery scent, the delicate fur tickling his nose, his body now completely wedged between the two aliens. The Borealans kissed above him, Datz's chin still resting on his head, their embrace slow and sensual. He looked up between their cleavage to watch their puffy lips meet, their long tongues seeming to braid together. They were so close, he could hear everything, see their pink muscles writhing and coiling around each other as a strand of their mingling saliva fell to his burning cheek. Railha felt him throb inside of her, pulling back for a moment to look down at him with a knowing smile as Datz buried her face in the Polar's furry shoulder.
"Do you like to watch us, James?"
He couldn't muster a reply, his mind becoming hazy and unfocused as she chuckled, resuming her kissing. There was movement all around him. Below him, Datz was writhing and squirming as Railha subjected her to one of her deep and drawn-out kisses, her firm muscles slippery against his back as her damp skin rubbed against him. From the front, Railha bounced slowly on his cock, her furry breasts wobbling against his face as she leaned closer to reach her Equatorial counterpart.
James couldn't do anything. He couldn't move, he couldn't thrust or grasp, he couldn't reach anyone to kiss them. Not with Railha pinning him, and Datz holding him in a bear hug. Instead, he let himself melt into his alien lovers, allowing the pleasure to wash over him without resistance as they writhed together. Railha's leisurely pace was increasing, her tunnel squeezing him, the cushiony walls of her sodden passage stroking him in maddening waves. Where Datz had been brutal and vigorous, the Polar was slow and tender, his mind and body were now so muddled with conflicting sensations that he could hardly see straight.
"Look at him," Datz giggled softly, peering down at the red face that was almost completely submerged in breast meat. "I think he likes Polar pussy."
"Don't ruin the mood," Railha chided, and Datz laughed again. She raised a hand to rub her bite mark gingerly, wincing as her padded fingers grazed the wound.
"Fuck, that smarts. I'm gonna be feelin' that for the rest of the night."
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
"I fuckin' *love* it," she replied drunkenly. "You wouldn't make a bad Alpha, you know..."
The Equatorial leaned down to suck James' ear into her mouth, chewing it softly with her pointed teeth, feeling him squirm as she cradled him in her arms. Railha found a steady pace, thrusting down on him rhythmically, and pressing him against Datz's firm abdominal muscles with renewed force. Her breathing became shallow and less regular, her motions losing their usual grace as she ground her hips against him.
It felt like every nerve in his body was tingling with electrical energy, his senses heightened by the seemingly endless encounter. The sensation of her slippery flesh gliding against his shaft was almost unbearable, it molded around him like she was trying to take a cast of his member, conforming to his every vein and contour. She rose on his erection until only the head was still lodged inside her spasming passage, giving him a scant glimpse of his glistening length as it emerged from her rosy flesh, his skin drenched in her slimy juices. Then she let gravity carry her down again, driving him into her deepest and most intimate reaches, a familiar pressure beginning to grow inside of him as she pressed him into the mattress below.
"Railha," he mumbled into her furry bust, "I can't..."
"J-just a little longer," she gasped, her voice low and husky. "I'm...getting there."
She increased her pace again, rising on her chubby thighs, then letting herself slam down on him, much as Datz had done. His pelvis was sore from all the abuse, but his mounting pleasure overrode his aches and pains, a growing euphoria spreading through his body to warm him. He realized what a mess they were. Railha's fur stuck to him, wet and matted with a mixture of both Borealan's juices, her long hair falling over her face. Her breath blew the fine strands as she pounded, carrying the sweet scent of their alien wine, Datz's sweat blending with his own as their damp skin pressed together. The smell of their fluids, their scents, it set his head spinning as the heat from their bodies baked him. Railha's insides were feverishly hot, Datz's warm tongue probing his ear wetly as she watched the pair, her grip on him tightening as she grew more excited.
Railha shivered, her thrusting becoming harsher and faster, baring her sharp teeth as her passage squeezed and milked his rigid erection. He couldn't stand it any longer. He tried to raise his hands to his face to cover them in embarrassment as he felt a painfully strong orgasm force its way out of him, but Datz held them down, scrutinizing him eagerly as he shot his first load into Railha. The Polar's thighs closed reflexively to lock him inside her, pressing around his hips with a force that would have been uncomfortable had he not been lost in the throes of his climax, crooning happily as she felt the warm ropes of ejaculate splash against her insides.
James tried to arch his spine, but he couldn't move, all he could do was moan into her furry cleavage as her mammoth breasts stifled him. Every fresh pulse of pleasure made him feel as if his head was filling with static, bright points of light dancing before his eyes as he groaned and fought against his bonds, his partner trying to drive him deeper as he filled her with his seed. She started to come too, shuddering violently as the blissful tremors wracked her enormous body. Her velvet walls rippled and undulated around his twitching erection, forcing more out of him with a cruel milking motion that seemed designed to drag his emission towards her womb. She wrapped her long arms around both he and Datz, pressing him between the pair and forcing the breath out of his lungs. She clung to him as she gyrated her hips instinctively, each wave of orgasm more intense than the last, her powerful contractions drawing his emission from his body.
Their labored breathing slowed as they remained locked together, riding out their climax, Datz watching with a sultry expression as they slipped into a warm and satisfying afterglow. Railha fell off him, his diminishing erection sliding out of her, along with an unspeakable mess of fluids. Datz rolled him over, dropping him onto the mattress between the two aliens, Railha catching her breath as she lay on her back and recovered. With the Polar's furry body on his right, and Datz's brawn on his left, he looked between them sheepishly. Datz reached down to take his semi-erect member in her palm, playing with the mixture of his milky come and Railha's thick emission between her fingers, watching the strands break as she slowly pulled her hand away. It looked like glue, or liquid soap.
She draped her arm across his chest and turned to face him, spooning with him as she buried her feline nose in his damp hair. Railha followed suit, rolling over and letting the meat of her ample bust engulf his shoulder, her furry arm passing over him to rest on Datz's hip. The two aliens kissed again, then Railha moved down to include him, her tongue pushing past his lips as she subdued him with a passionate embrace. Her movements were slow, measured, seeming to drain him of his strength as her agile organ filled his mouth. When she broke away, Datz gripped his face in her hand and turned him towards her. Her clumsy, drunken embrace contrasted sharply with that of her counterpart as her long tongue roiled in his mouth, but it was no less welcome.
James was exhausted and sore, covered in a sordid mess, the bite mark on his shoulder aching. He had no idea what time it was, or how long they had been in Railha's apartment, but he no longer cared.
"Computer...lights off," the Polar mumbled. James was plunged into darkness, the sensation of their warm bodies pressing up against him, and the sound of their breathing amplified. It was peaceful, soothing, and he suddenly realized how tired he was. He couldn't think straight, his glow was still simmering, filling him with a kind of peaceful happiness that he knew wouldn't last. He wanted to enjoy it though, and let sleep take him as he lay between the two Borealans.
CHAPTER 3: HANGOVER
James was awoken by an alarm, jerking upright, the Pinwheel's artificial sunlight flooding into the room through the blinds as he looked around groggily. He was sat between Railha and Datz, his lower body caked with the sticky residue of their coupling from the night before. It came back to him in a flash, his cheeks starting to redden as he went over the details of their sordid encounter in his head.
He slid down and hopped off the bottom of the bed, wincing at his bruised hips and the pink claw marks on his chest, wondering where Railha's shower was as he fumbled through his discarded clothes. He found his watch in one of the pockets and switched off the alarm, hearing the aliens stir behind him as the noise roused them.
"James..?" Railha muttered, yawning widely as she looked down at him. "What time is it?"
He looked at the face of his digital watch, his eyes widening in alarm. He was nearly late for roll call.
"Damn it, I'm gonna be late on my first day," he complained as he tried to pull his shorts on. There was no time to wash off the gunk, he had to get down to the barracks as soon as possible. Datz sat up, cradling her head in her furry hands as she blinked unhappily at him.
"What's that fuckin' noise? Fuck, my fuckin' head..."
"Good morning to you too," Railha muttered as the foul-mouthed Equatorial flopped back down on the bed. "You always drink too much, and you never listen to me. When are you going to learn your lesson?"
Datz batted her away, grumbling incoherently as she covered her eyes with her forearm.
"I have to go," James announced, pulling on his shirt. "I, um...last night..." He struggled to find the words to express himself with Railha's ice-blue eyes piercing his soul. "Thanks...you guys really made me feel welcome here. On the station, I mean."
"You're very welcome," she crooned, smirking as he hurriedly zipped up his pants. "Shoes are over in the corner, I think," she volunteered. She rested her head in her hand, her elbow perched on her knee as she watched him scurry over to retrieve them.
"Just a tip," she added, "don't go near any other Borealans until you've had a thorough shower. They'll be able to smell everything we did last night." Great, that was all he needed, more of the damned cats sniffing around. "Oh, and you may want to pop your collar. I fear that Datz has left a rather...*prominent* declaration of her ownership on your neck."
He touched his fingers to the red welt and cursed.
"Hurry along now," she said as she waved him out of the bedroom. He hesitated for a moment at the door, turning to look back at her. "Don't worry," she chuckled, "you'll be able to find us both again. One by one, or together. Don't be a stranger."
He nodded, unable to suppress a smile as he made his way to the front door, stepping out into the torus and jogging off in the direction of the military quarter.
Railha lay back down in the bed next to Datz, wondering how long she would have to spend in the shower before she'd be presentable for her shift at the hospital. The surly Equatorial sat up suddenly, startling her.
"Hang on a minute! Who won!?"
\-THE END- | literotica |
Title: Max Porn Inc. Pt. 03
Tags: brother, sister, incest, niece, taboo, uncle
*All characters are at least 18 years of age.*
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When I walked into Joe Cooper's the next day after work, I was a bit surprised!
Joe was a woman; she explained to me that it was short for Josephine Ann Cooper. When I sat down in the nice padded chair in front of her desk I debated excusing myself and running the other direction!
Not only was Josephine a woman, but an extremely good looking brunette. She also looked a bit young to have such a successful business. If I'd had to guess, she was in her early thirties, and looked well refined and intelligent.
"So Mr. Payne, how can I help you today?" She asked.
"Please, call me Max."
"Okay Max, I understand from my secretary you want to inquire about having a web site built."
"Uh yes...I've been contemplating having a web site where I can make some money." I told her.
"Certainly, we can design and build an e-commerce web site in a few days. What kind of product will you be selling?"
There was the big question... and I danced around the question a little bit, and asked her a question in return.
"Are your clients kept confidential?"
"Absolutely, if you become a client we keep the strictest privacy, and our web servers are as secure as we can make them."
I looked at her for a few seconds trying to decide if I should just blurt it out.
"So again Max, what kind of web site did you have in mind?"
"Adult in nature." I told her.
"I understand... are you selling marital aides?"
"I was thinking more of porn." I told her and waited for a reaction.
"Interesting, we haven't done that before. Are we talking movies or still pictures?"
"Movies."
Joe maintained her professional cool. I had to hand it to her; she was taking notes and didn't show one iota of loathing.
She looked up at me, "Sex is the number one item used to sell almost everything in the world. Do you have a name in mind for this new endeavor?"
"Max Porn." I told her.
Joe smiled, "Cute, I like the play on words!"
"Thanks."
She sat back and chewed on her pencil eraser, "What we can do is design the site with a payment method etc. Host the service and you'll get a check every month. Is there anything else you need?"
"Do you have anyone who is good at editing video?"
"Actually I studied film making in college. I have the software and can do that for you...of course that will cost extra."
"Great, is there any way to make this site accessible to say another country?" I asked, hoping there was.
"The internet is worldwide. If that's what you're asking."
"No, what I mean is there a way to stop people in this country from seeing it?"
"Why would you want to limit your market?"
"The films are depictions of taboo... you know incest."
Joe's right eyebrow rose and she looked at me, "I see."
I went on to explain, "My actor's would rather not have anyone they know... stumble onto their films."
"Yes, I can see where that might be rather embarrassing. Mmmmm...We could make the site only accept credit cards issued from the U.K. that way even if someone has a non-U.S. email, the site won't let them in unless they have a card issued from that local country."
"Another thing Max," She said, "I can't have anyone under 18, that's against the law. Are your participants of age?" Joe asked.
"Yes, there is a clip of an I.D. on one interview, the other's I can vouch for."
"That's fine, but will you email me a copy of the photo I.D.'s from everyone on film."
The deal sounded pretty good to me, "So what will all this cost me?" I asked her.
She added up some things on her scratch paper and then passed it over to me, "This will do it, but the cost may vary depending on how much time I spend editing."
I looked at the amount and it wasn't as much as I thought...but pretty close to it!
"Well Max, do we have a deal?" She asked.
"Okay."
"Great! I'll have my secretary draw up a contract, and you can sign it and we'll get started. Did you bring the film clips you need edited?"
I pulled a pile of memory cards from my pocket, "Here are the clips but I have to warn you they are pretty graphic."
I had to give her credit she was as cool as a cucumber, "I went to college Max, I doubt you have anything I haven't seen before."
"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you."
She raised the eyebrow again but took the memory chips, "If you wait in the lobby I'll have the contract for you to sign in fifteen or twenty minutes." She told me and stood up.
I stood and she shook my hand, "Welcome aboard Max!"
"Thank you." I told her and left her office to wait for the contract.
I kept hoping that I hadn't made a mistake by trusting her. I filled out the contact information they wanted and wrote a big check to cover the first month plus an editing estimate. I left hoping it worked out the way she said it would!
When I got back to the apartment I put my suit on and headed down for a swim to relax. I saw Jan and Kacey when I walked into the pool area, and I hoped it wouldn't blow up in my face. Fortunately they seemed to be in a good mood laughing and talking when they noticed me.
Kacey jumped up and ran over to give me a hug, "Hi Max!" She said, "Guess what?"
"What?"
"I got a job...mom did too!"
"Hey that's great! When do you start?"
We walked over to where Jan was sitting, "It's not much but McDonalds down on Waverly said I could start tomorrow." Kacey went on.
"Hi" Jan said, "I guess you heard the good news?"
"Yeah, so you got the job?"
"Yes they loved me!" Jan grinned.
"What's not to love?"
Kacey started grabbing her things, "Hey mom Amy is on her way over," she said looking at her phone, "Where going to go meet some friends."
"Okay, what time will you be home?" Jan asked her.
"I don't know, but not too late I have to work tomorrow!" Kacey said proudly.
"Bye Max," Kacey said giving me a quick hug.
Then she ran off at a trot for their apartment.
"So what's this job?" I asked Jan taking the seat Kacey had been using.
"Just office work but it pays pretty well. Not as much as the last job but it's a start."
"That's great I'm glad you got it!"
"I won't have to pay my rent on my back anymore." Jan whispered, and then started laughing at the look on my face.
"I said you didn't have to do that!"
"I know...I'm just teasing you!" Jan laughed even harder, "Besides I told you it was fun!"
"Jesus, does Kacey know about us?"
Jan looked more serious, "No, and if she finds out she'll probably go ballistic!"
"I hope not!" I whistled.
"I think that girl is falling in love with you Max."
I took a beer out of Jan's always present cooler, and sat back.
"So what can I do about it?" I asked her.
"Well for one thing, you could stop having sex with her."
That made me do a double take and I figured she was right. The problem was I enjoyed it more than just a wild fling and a movie. I think it was right at that moment... I realized I had some emotional attachment to Kacey that went a bit further than just sex or being her uncle.
I pushed those feelings away and told Jan, "The last couple of times were her idea."
Jan looked at me, "I don't doubt it Max. If I was her age and you were my uncle, I probably would have done the same thing."
My sister continued to surprise me almost every day. There was much more to her than I'd ever realized!
"I thought I was the only Horn Dog in the family."
"That's what you get for thinking big brother!" Jan told me and let out a chuckle, "There's a lot of skeleton's in my old closet."
"Like what?"
"I'll never tell...well maybe someday...but not today!"
We sat there sipping our beers for a while. Then Jan brought up the subject of the movie again.
"So have you thought about it yet?"
"What?"
"Putting me in one of your smutty little movies."
It was my turn to surprise my sister, "You're already in one." I told her.
She did a double take, "What do you mean?"
"Remember my hat the other night?" She shook her head yes, "I had a little camera in it."
"YOU WHAT!" Jan exclaimed, "You mean all of that got filmed!" and quickly turned her voice down a notch or two.
"Sure did, I haven't seen it yet, but I bet it's great!"
"Oh MY GOD!" Jan whispered turning a bright shade of pink.
"See, I have my little secrets too!"
Jan looked at me, "God you're a sneaky bastard!" Jan replied but there was a little smile on her lips, "I'm going to have to be more careful around you."
It was my turn to laugh, "I guess so."
It took a while but Jan finally asked, "So can I see it?"
Then I had to explain about Joe, the edits, and web page to her. I figured it wouldn't hurt for her to know the truth.
Jan listened intently and asked a few questions before getting us fresh beers and sitting back, "Wow!" she said, letting out a big breath.
Jan finally asked the big question, "Are you going to put that film of us on your web site?"
"Only if you agree to it."
Jan looked a bit uncomfortable, "So this Joe guy guarantees only people in Europe can see it?"
"So she claims," I replied, "See Joe is short for Josephine."
"Another woman in your life?" Jan said, "Did you fuck her too?"
"No, it's strictly a business venture Jan."
Jan searched my eyes for the truth, "For now, but I bet she hits on you sooner or later."
"Well, unless she wants to be in a movie for profit...I'm not interested." I told her.
I was feeling like baring my soul so I told her about Amy.
"God Max, is there anyone left around here you haven't fucked?"
"A few stragglers," I laughed, "I'll get around to them in good time!"
Jan lunged for me and I jumped up and dove in the pool. Jan was right behind me and we ended up laughing and splashing each other in a good hearted sibling contest, just like when we were kids.
When we got out of the pool and started toweling off Jan looked at me and said, "Let's go up to your place."
I figured that having sex with Jan was just what I needed to make me forget the huge check I'd written Joe earlier.
When we got to my apartment, I shut the door and locked it tight. I turned around to watch Jan walking around peeking at stuff.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Seeing if any of your little spy cams are around." She told me and kept looking.
"I don't have any cameras out here."
Jan stopped looking and came over to me, "You wouldn't lie to your sister would you?"
"I swear they are all in the spare bedroom!"
"Good!" Jan replied, and yanked my swimming suit down in one big tug.
"HEY!" I laughed, "You in a hurry?"
Now I thought Amy was a horny girl, but Jan was giving her a run for her money. She dropped to her knees and gobbled my cock while she yanked her bikini top off.
As soon as it fell on the floor she put her hands on my cock and balls and started sucking on my knob like it was the best candy she'd ever tasted!
Most women that have sucked my dick before seemed to do it like it was expected of them. Jan was one of those rare girls who actually loved to suck dick!
She was slurping and sucking loudly on my cock. Massaging my balls and working us both up into frenzy!
I just stood there above her watching her boobs bounce around, her nipples as hard as two diamonds. There is something about seeing my cock in my sister's mouth that really turns me on!
Jan would look up at me and stroke my cock as she sucked my knob hard. Close her eyes and try to deep throat it, and then pull back and try to stick the tip of her tongue in the opening.
"GOD I love your cock!" Jan would say, and then start sucking it again.
When my dick was as hard as steel she stopped, got up and went over to the sofa. She stood there at the arm rest and yanked her bikini bottoms down and stepped out of them.
"Max...you make me so wet!"
I started to move towards her as she bent over and rested her forearms on the end of the sofa and spread her legs apart. Her boobs were jiggling under her as she turned to face me, "Be a good brother and come fuck me!" Jan said, "I need your nice hard cock in me!"
I got behind Jan and her wet slit coated my knob almost instantly. When it was nice and wet I drove all nine inches up into her hot slippery cunt.
Jan gasped and then let out her breath, "Oh yeah that feels good...Fuck your little sis like you mean it!"
She didn't need to encourage me. I squeezed her nice butt cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart wide as I fucked her hard and fast! My sister's pussy was so hot and wet inside that I didn't last but five minutes.
"AH AH AH OH YEA!...UNhh GOD YESSS!" Jan chanted as I pumped her hard and deep, "GIVE IT TO ME BABY!"
With a loud grown Jan came and her pussy tightened up around my cock. The next thing I knew I was grunting and holding her by the hips as I shot my load up her twat like the cork popping out of a bottle of champagne!
I bet the whole thing hadn't lasted 10 or 15 minutes since the time I closed the door! I just moaned and massaged the inside of her pussy with my dick. I could still feel cum draining out the end even after it stopped jerking and spurting.
"Jesus Max!" Jan groaned, "I love how hard you cum!"
"Not as much as I do!" I told her.
"No wonder Kacey is falling in love with you." Jan replied still bent over the sofa with my cock in her, "She gave it a squeeze with her pussy, "I might do the same thing if I'm not careful."
I pulled my wilting cock out of her and she spun around and kissed me hard on the lips while she held my wet dick in one hand.
When the kiss was over she pulled back, "Max, I don't care how many women you fuck as long as you don't forget about me."
"I could never forget you!" I told her and we kissed again.
Jan left a little later and I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I'd kept thinking about how hot she could get me. The girl really knew how to treat a man right!
With both of Jan and Kacey working again I got some peace and quiet for a few days. Joe called me one evening and gave me an update on how things were going.
"Hi Max."
"Hi Joe, how's it going?"
"I just wanted to let you know that the editing was tuff but I think you'll like what you see." She said.
"When can I see it?" I asked her.
"Give me one more day and I'll email you a link and password to take a look."
"Great!"
"I think you are going to need more videos before we go live. People who are paying money expect to see a larger selection than just these few."
That made sense and I told her so.
"Maybe you could do a follow up with that little blonde girl in the cheer outfit?" Joe suggested.
"Yeah, I guess I could think up something."
"One more thing," she replied, "Although the filming isn't that bad, it would look better if a pro actually did it."
I was a little miffed by that but I thought she was probably right. It was difficult to do the cameras and the filming at the same time.
"So do you know someone who would be willing to do that?" I asked.
"I could do it."
"So how much extra will that costs?"
"I think you might have a money maker here," Came her reply, "What if I include the editing, filming etc. for a percentage of whatever that particular scene makes?"
I had to stop and ponder that for a minute. I decided that it might be worth a try if we could reach an agreement. We argued the percentage for a while and we both decided on an amount in the middle of what we each wanted.
I wanted Joe to pay half of the money I would need to give Amy. She agreed and offered to film it at her house where there were the proper lights and cameras. It sounded pretty good and I wanted a first rate film so we went with that idea.
"I'll email you a script I worked out that sort of plays off what you already did." Joe told me.
"Okay, I'll get a hold of Amy and see if she wants to do it."
"Great, talk to you later." And she hung up.
I got in touch with Amy by email and sent her Joe's script the next morning. She was all about making another $500 bucks, and said she'd do it.
We planned to meet at Joe's house on Saturday night to shoot the scene. Things seemed to be working out and the test site, and edited films looked damn good to me!
In fact things were so good I took the day off from work. I planned on hanging out at the pool and not doing much of anything. That sort of blew up before it even got started.
I had my suit on and a towel, just about to head out the door when someone started banging on the door. I opened it to find Kacey in her McDonald's clothes and she looked pissed!
Kacey came barging in and slammed the door, "Why did you do it!" She almost yelled.
"What?"
"You know what!" She said giving me the evil eye.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" I told her and backed away.
"Amy told me you fucked her!"
"Well...yeah," I said, "But it was for a movie not because I love her."
"Oh so you didn't enjoy fucking my best friend!"
"Well, I can't say it didn't feel good. But it doesn't mean were going steady or something like that."
"You don't get it do you!"
"Get what?"
Kacey's shoulders went limp and she wrung her hands together looking down, "I LOVE YOU MAX!" she stammered, "God men are so stupid!" she muttered under her breath.
Then she started crying and went and sat down on the sofa, "I thought we had something special." She sniveled and I got her a tissue.
I sat down next to Kacey on the couch and dried her tears with the tissue, "We do have something special and I've always loved you."
Kacey sniffed and blew her nose, "Then why can't it be just us together?"
My sister had been right about teenage girls falling in love so easy. I tried to smooth things out the best I could. I really hated that she was so upset with me.
"Kacey, someday you're going to find the perfect man for you. I'm too old... and I'm your uncle on top of that. We can't just run off into the sunset and have a bunch of kids."
"I guess deep down I know that," She sniffed, "But I can't help how I feel about you either."
"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, but really it was only for the movie. I don't love Amy like I do you."
"Really?"
"Yes really, but that doesn't mean we can spend the rest of our lives together."
"That sucks, but I know you're right." Kacey replied, and leaned over against me.
I decided I might as well tell her about Jan. I figured she would find out at some point anyway.
I took a deep breath, "You might as well know that I did a film with your mom too."
"You WHAT?" Kacey pulled away and yanked my arm off her shoulder.
"I'm just being honest, I thought you should know."
"How could you!" Kacey started to get upset again, "She's your sister!"
"And you're my Niece...so what's the difference?"
"Jesus Max!" Kacey expelled, "You're just like all the other guys that fuck every girl they can find!"
"Jan wanted to do it. She asked me... so she could make money to help pay your bills."
"I suppose you love her because she's your age?" Kacey replied and came back over and sat down.
Kacey rubbed her face with both hands, "God this is so fucked up!"
"Look Kacey, your mom doesn't want to get married again. She doesn't even want to date, but that doesn't mean she wants to give up sex forever! I don't ever want to get married, and I love Jan as much as you...so what's the harm if it makes her happy to have some sex with me once in a while?"
Kacey looked at me but I could tell what I told her was sinking in.
"Hey I'm sorry; I just thought you ought to know the truth." I said again.
Kacey looked over at me, "I appreciate that, but it's still a hot mess."
"I suppose you are out of my movie business now?" I laughed trying to lighten the mood in the room.
Kacey looked at me for a long time and then sighed, "You know part of my problem is this new job really sucks!"
"How so?"
"I don't get paid shit, and I come home smelling like burgers, and fries."
"Sorry it's not working out, but once you get through college you'll make some real money."
"I know...I know... but for right now it really sucks!"
"Well you can always do another movie; it pays really well per hour."
For a second I thought she might go ballistic but she'd cooled down, "Max you're such a pervert!" and she started laughing.
"I can't help it; did I mention you look really hot in your uniform!"
"You never give up do you?" She laughed.
"I'll never give up on you or Jan!"
"What about Amy?"
"That's strictly a business deal...honest I don't care about her other than making a good movie."
"So are we cool now?" I asked her.
Kacey smiled at me, then leaned over and we kissed.
The kiss warmed up quickly and I felt her hand gently squeezing my dick through my suit. It quickly got hard because it had been a couple of days since I had used it.
Kacey stood up and started taking off her top and bra, "I must be crazy!" She laughed, as I tugged my suit down and kicked it off.
My cock was rock hard and pointing at the ceiling as she got on her knees between my legs and took it in her hand. Her breasts looked perfect like usual, and her nipples were sticking out in nice hard points as she bent down and kissed my knob.
She looked up at me as she licked it a few times, "See what you've done to me?"
"What?"
"Turned me into a total slut!" She replied jacking my shaft up and down slowly, "Making me suck your cock that was probably in mom and hour ago!"
"I'm not making you do anything!" I replied, "But if you keep sucking it like that... it's going to be between your legs."
"Max, shut-up!" Kacey told me, and sucked my whole knob into her mouth.
I wasn't sure what was going on in Kacey's head? Maybe she felt like she was competing with the other girls or something. But whatever it was...it sure felt good to me! She gave me a fantastic blow-job with no sign of stopping until I came.
I just groaned a lot and watched her work my cock and balls over with her sweet little mouth. It took a while, and I held back because it felt so good. Kacey didn't give up and just sucked me even harder.
When my hips started pumping and I was about to cum she sucked my knob hard and jacked my dick up and down fast. Her eye's locked on me. I probably made some funny faces just before I let out several grunts along with huge spurts of semen.
Kacey took and swallowed every drop, milking my dick dry of cum. When I was done my dick came out of her mouth wet and cum free!
"Was that better than Mom or Amy?" She asked.
"I don't make comparisons, but yes it was fantastic!"
Kacey smiled and stood up wiping her chin off. Then she started taking her pants off, "I hope you have one more left in you!" She laughed as she pulled her panties off and showed me that nice little pussy between her legs, "Do you really like how my pussy feels?"
I took her hand and led her to my room. Pushing her down on the bed on her back and yanking her legs apart.
"Uncle Max!" She laughed, "What are you DOING!"
"I'm going to show you how much I love your pussy!" I replied and went down on her.
"Thank GOD!" Kacey moaned, and grabbed my head with both hands as I started licking her slit.
I ate her sweet little pink pussy until she had an orgasm. As soon as she did, I stood up and yanked her crotch to the edge of the bed and buried my cock in her sweet little 18 year old pussy. I'd forgotten how nice and tight she was, and it felt amazing as I started to fuck my moaning little niece.
The inside of her vagina was slippery hot and snug as a condom around my dick as it went in and out.
I loved looking down at her as my cock slid in and out. She was loud and loved it when I held both of her tits and stuck it all the way up inside of her. When she came her tight little pussy pulsed and tried to squeeze another orgasm out of me and it almost worked.
"Aren't you going to cum?" Kacey asked looking disappointed that she hadn't got me off.
"Sure I am but I want to try something new." I told her as I pulled out.
"Okay!" Kacey replied brightening up.
I set a camera up on one side of the bed, and two more on the other.
"You're going to film it?" She asked.
"Yeah, you want some more easy money?"
"Sure!"
She almost changed her mind when she figured out what I was up to.
I had her doggy style on the bed facing one camera and I checked the two on the other to make sure her nice little ass was in view. I had the bottle of lube lying on the mattress as I spread her butt cheeks and started licking her wet pussy and then her tiny little anus.
She was still turned on and liked it until she felt the cold lube squirting on her butt hole.
"Oh MY GOD!" Kacey said, looking back at me, "Are you really going to stick it up there?"
My slippery finger went up her anus for an answer and she let out a loud, "UNnhhh damn!"
She made more noise as I finger fucked her tiny anus until it could take two fingers. I kept squirting lube in her as I stretched it open each time with my fingers. When she was lubed and more relaxed I lubed my cock and got ready to put it in her.
I pulled her off the bed until she was standing on her bare feet and bent over lying on the mattress. I made sure the cameras had the shot from off to the side and then told her to hold her cheeks apart.
"I can't believe I'm going to let you do this!" Kacey said, as I started to slowly push my knob against her anus.
Slowly her anus opened and let my knob slip in as she moaned and groaned. I left it just inside and put more lube on my shaft. In a little while I felt her ring loosen its death grip around my shaft so I pushed it deeper.
Fuck it was so tight! Like a tight little rubber band covered in lube rolling over the thick meaty middle of my shaft.
"OH GOD!" Kacey groaned, "I'd rather have it in my pussy!"
"Next time," I told her and pushed it a little deeper, "Right now I want to fuck your tight little ass."
"OOOoh Myyyy GOD!" Kacey groaned as more of my dick slowly slid up her butt.
It took five minutes of slow strokes before she was loose enough for me to actually get a good stroking motion going. With lots of lube and patience I finally got to fuck her nice tight ass like I'd wanted to.
I held the tops of her shoulders, holding her still as all nine inches slid in and out of her tight ass. She screamed and yelled and moaned constantly the whole time I pumped her virgin ass.
I had a huge orgasm and Kacey felt me Cumming in her. Buried to the hilt I yelled and shot a huge load up her rear. It left my legs shaking after words. I'd gotten off so hard I wasn't sure if she'd cum or not but at that moment I really didn't care.
"Oh my GOD!" Kacey told me as I pulled it out, "I won't be able to sit for a week!"
I helped her stand up, and she reached around feeling her butt, "It feels so weird."
"What?" I asked as I took her other hand and headed for the shower.
"I can feel all that cum in me, it feels weird up there." She laughed, "I'm not any kind of a virgin now!"
I didn't get into the details, and turned on the shower as she used the toilet and then joined me. We took turns soaping and scrubbing each other in between kissing. Kacey left in a much better mood than when she had gotten there.
The crisp new hundred dollar bills I'd given to her before she left had helped change her mood quite a bit!
I called Amy the next day, and negotiated a price if she'd do some anal in our little scene coming up. I also gave her some instructions to get ready for it so we didn't have to waste time.
It ended up costing me $250 more but I just had to have her that way at least once. Joe had also wanted to do the afternoon for some reason and that time worked out for Amy.
The big day arrived and I have to admit I was pretty shocked when I pulled up to this huge house Joe owned! It had at least a few acres of landscaped ground with wrought iron fencing. The long circular drive led up to the house and I saw that Amy's old Ford was already parked in front.
Joe let me in and the first thing I saw was Amy who looked all smiles and still looked 16 years old in her cheer outfit.
"Wow this is a great place!"
"Thanks!" Joe told me, and I had to take a second look around.
I hadn't noticed before that Joe had a rocking body when she was in her business suit. But now she was wearing a white blouse tied around her flat tummy, and some nice looking blue designer shorts. Her long brunette hair was tied in a ponytail, and even her sandals looked expensive.
"So where is Mr. Joe?" I asked as she closed the door.
"Oh, there is no mister," She laughed, "I spend so much time on my business I really don't have time for men."
"God," Amy remarked, "I couldn't do that!"
"I doubt you have any trouble finding men," Joe told her, "You are such a sexy girl!"
Amy beamed and twirled around so her cheer skirt lifted up, "Thanks!"
"Well let's get started," Joe said, "I thought we should shoot this at the pool because the lighting is better."
"I need to use the restroom first." Amy said.
"Okay, there is a bathroom by the pool."
Amy took my hand and squeezed it as we followed Joe through the huge house. Joe was far enough ahead that she didn't hear Amy whisper to me, "I did what you said, it's still in me." She giggled.
I had told Amy to take a couple of enemas and get a butt plug from the adult store to get her ready.
"It's all squishy and ready, just like my pussy!" She went on, and squeezed my hand again.
"Perfect!" I told her, "I can't wait to find out!"
When we finally got to the back of the house we could see through the huge sliding doors a gigantic swimming pool with expensive deck furniture all around. I could also see several high dollar video cameras, some on tri pods and one just sitting on a table.
Amy went to use the bathroom and Joe gave me some last minute instructions before she picked up a big camera and put it over her shoulder.
Amy came back and it was time to get started. I sat on the big padded chase and Joe said, "Action!"
I had a laptop and was pretending to do something as Amy came bouncing in to the shot. She had changed her cheer outfit a bit from last time. Now she had on a black sleeveless top that buttoned down the front. The skirt was still black and she had on white tennis shoes with short white socks.
I had on a swimming suit, T-shirt, and flip-flops. The easier clothes are to get off the better!
Amy walked up to me and stood looking down at me. She was swishing her skirt back and forth with both hands and looking innocent as hell.
"Hi Dad," She beamed, "Where's mom?"
"She went shopping with her friends...why?"
"Oh, I just wanted to ask her something."
"What's that?"
"Well, actually I wanted to talk to you first and see if you could help."
I put the laptop aside and stood up, "Help with what?"
We walked towards the wet bar by the pool as Joe filmed from the side. When we got to one of the bar stools Amy sat down on it and I moved right up next to her.
"A bunch of my friends are going camping at the lake tomorrow night." Amy explained, "I already asked mom and she said, no way."
"Yeah, I heard about that."
"Do you think you could talk her into letting me go?"
"I don't know," I told her, "She was pretty firm about not letting you stay out all night with a bunch of boys."
Amy gave her pout face, "Everyone else gets to go!" She exclaimed, "It isn't fair!"
I moved closer to her as she turned and faced me sitting on that stool, "I might be able to talk her into it if you do something for me."
"Like what?" She asked looking a bit alarmed.
"Remember when I found that bag of weed in your car?" I asked, and reached over to unbutton her top button.
"Yeah." She answered and pulled back as I started on the second button down.
"You do something like that for me," I told her as the third button popped open between her breasts, "And I'll make sure she lets you go."
Amy pulled back and pushed my hands away, "I don't think so!"
I reached over and started on the fourth button, "I guess you don't really want to go that bad then."
Amy looked down as the fourth button opened and I pulled her blouse open and stretched it out around her boobs so that they were sticking out and looking fantastic!
Amy had left off her bra which made things much simpler that the last time. I felt Joe next to me filming as I rolled Amy's hard little nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.
Amy shivered and looked up at me, "What do I have to do, give you another blow-job?"
I massaged her nice firm tits with both hands, "Oh you're going to have to do a lot more than that if you want me to talk her into this one."
I bent down and sucked on a nice little nipple as she leaned back against the bar.
"OH my GOD!" Amy sighed, "I can't believe this is happening again, "What if mom comes home and catches us?"
I ran my hand up under her skirt and Joe was down on her knees filming my hand touching a nice wet bare pussy!
I stopped sucking her nipple and told her, "I guess we'll both have to eat her pussy until she forgives us."
"GOD!" Amy exclaimed, "Does mom know what a sick fuck you are!"
I kept rubbing Amy's pussy under her skirt and her legs spread wider, "It must run in the family," I told her and bent down and licked her other nipple, "You are the one who forgot her panties!"
I sucked her nipple and Amy let out a groan as the tip of my finger slipped into her wet vagina. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth, "I think you want my dick again."
Amy looked guilty, "Maybe."
"Don't worry," I told her and started to finger fuck her, "I'm going to fuck you nice and hard."
Amy got out another, "Oh my God!" before I planted a big kiss on her lips and she reached for the bulge in my suit with one hand.
"I just can't say no to anyone!" Amy groaned, as two fingers went up in her hot vagina.
We stopped and Amy sat there sort of stunned looking while I whipped off my T-Shirt and yanked my suit down. My cock sprung up and out ready for action.
I pulled Amy off her stool and made her lean over on it facing me with her tummy on the cushion. I got in front of her and put my knob to her lips as Joe stuck the camera right up next to us, "Now suck my dick if you want it that bad."
Amy went to town as I held her blonde hair and pumped my dick upwards into her mouth until she gagged a bit. Saliva was dripping out of her mouth, and she slurped it back up several times.
"That's it," I told her as I humped her mouth, "I'd love to see mom lick your pussy while we do this!"
Amy spit my cock out, "GOD YOUR SICK!"
I walked around behind her and flipped her skirt up over her bare butt, "If it's so sick why is your pussy so wet?" I asked and slid my cock right up her tight little twat.
"AHHhhhhhhh shit!" Amy moaned as all nine inches filled her up.
"Then you could eat her while I fuck you!" And I started to pump Amy and slap her nice round little ass.
"OH MY GOD!" Amy squealed, "OW OOOHHH Ahhhhh UNhhhhh...fuck!"
I'd forgotten about Joe for the most part and was just enjoying how good Amy's pussy felt. I loved the way she moaned and groaned when I fucked her.
I felt a bare hand on my hip pushing me to the side. I moved as Joe stuck the video camera in for a close-up of my dick going in and out of Amy.
Her pussy lips were swollen between her legs and her vagina was stretched nice and tight around my dick. Juice was dripping down my shaft to my balls as she kept moaning loudly.
Amy was balanced on the bar stool, her head hanging down as she held on to the bottom rung. Her blonde hair was touching the cement as she yelled that she was going to cum.
I felt her vagina tighten up around my dick and I was glad I'd put the desensitizing gel on. She came nice and hard and her little twat spasmed around my dick for several seconds.
I pulled out and put my knob to her little anus and it popped right inside. Amy had put the lube in her like I'd asked and it made it just right as I pushed deeper up her tight butt hole.
"OH GOD!" Amy yelled and arched her back up until she was horizontal on the stool. I pushed her hips down tightly on the stool and gave her even more, "AH OOOOHHH AAHhhhhhhh!"
Joe was right there with the camera filming my dick sliding in and out of Amy's tight ass. I fucked her until she could take all of my cock nice and smooth. When I pulled out it was wet and clean when I moved around and made her suck it for a minute or two.
"That's it suck it good!" I told her as she got face fucked again.
Amy's head drooped after I pulled it out of her mouth and got back behind her to finish the job, "Oh my GOD!" she moaned as I put it all the way back up her butt again.
By that time I was ready to get off and pumped her hard and fast as she yelled and jumped under me. I even pulled out a couple of times to put it back up in her pussy for some more natural lube.
I hadn't planned on it but all of a sudden I came with two big blasts in her twat. She yelled out when she felt it.
I quickly pinched my vein closed and pulled out. Pushed it back up her rear and groaned while the last four or five squirts shot up her butt. I was surprised when she came from my load shooting up her rear.
When I was empty I pulled it out and went back in front and pulled her head up to suck it one last time.
When we were done Amy got up on drunken legs and looked at me.
"You better get cleaned up before mom gets home." I told her as I picked up my suit. Amy began buttoning her blouse back up as I pulled my suit on.
"Next time you need fucked you're going to have ask mom if it's okay with her." I said, as I put my T-shirt back on.
Amy was perfect; she just shook her head yes and then sort of walked away in a daze.
"Cut!" Joe said.
Amy came back looking fine, "God that was fun!" She laughed, "How was it Joe?"
Joe actually smiled, "That was very hot!"
I paid Amy and she left. When I got back to the pool Joe was reviewing the video right on the camera. I walked up and couldn't help but notice her face was flushed and her nipples were trying to rip through her top! She didn't stop peering in the lens as I walked up.
"Can I use your shower?" I asked.
Joe stopped and looked over at me, "Sure it's right inside the door."
I left her there and took a nice long hot shower.
When I came out and about ready to call it a day, Joe had a cold beer waiting for me. I was thirsty after my work out with Amy and it went down way too easy.
We ended up sitting around talking about the web site and the films.
"I think that's the best movie you've done so far." Joe remarked about what we'd just filmed.
"Thanks, let's hope it makes me lots of cash!"
"I think it will but you need to keep making these and build up your stock pile."
"I only have one dick, but I'll do my best!" I told her.
Joe laughed, "Yeah I get your point, just do the best you can."
We sat there for a while and then she said, "You know it's a lot better seeing it live than on film."
"I hope you didn't fog up the camera!"
Joe laughed again, "I hope not, that was too hot of a scene to have it ruined!"
I could see she was blushing again so I tried not to notice and make her feel worse.
I was starting to get up and she stopped me, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Sure, I don't have any pressing engagements." I told her and sat back down.
"We could order pizza or Chinese?"
"Whatever you like is fine with me."
Joe and I had a nice evening getting to know each other better, and I found her very engaging and of course intelligent as hell. She was way out of my league in the brain department. Even so she didn't flaunt it at me and the beers kept going down easier than they should have.
By nine that night I was pretty drunk and when I stood up to leave I sort of waved around a bit.
"Max, I think you better stay the night. You shouldn't be driving like that."
"No, I'll be alright."
"No, really we can't have our star getting arrested or killing himself or worse somebody else."
She had a point and I flopped back down on her expensive couch, "Okay, I'll stay here on the sofa."
"Nonsense I have quite a few spare rooms. You can take your pick!"
I followed her to a room and it was really sweet! Money was no object to this girl and I wondered how much she was worth as I stripped down and crawled under the covers. I was just about asleep when the door opened and I heard her walking in to my room.
"Max, are you still awake?" Joe whispered, and I felt her presence next to the bed.
I kept my eyes closed, "Yeah."
I heard a rustling of something soft and then she slipped into the bed and I felt her warm naked flesh as she spooned me from behind.
"I shouldn't sleep with a client," She whispered, "But I'll never forgive myself if I don't find out."
"Find out what?" I asked her now that I was wide awake.
I felt her hand reach around and down, and then her fingers gripped a hold of my penis, "What it feels like to have this in me. I've never had one this big before."
My dick was already getting hard in her hand and I didn't see any reason not to fuck her. In fact I thought, "Maybe if she likes it I'll get a nice big discount!"
She moved and let me go flat on my back. She leaned over and kissed me and kept stroking my dick slowly. I felt her breast and it was firm and round. When I touched her nipple I got even harder. She had the most fantastic nipples I've ever seen!
I could barely see them in the dark but they looked like someone had cut a ping-pong ball in half and stuck a pencil eraser in the middle of each one. Nice hard domes that when you see them it makes your mouth water!
Joe didn't say anything as we kept kissing. Then she turned part way around and took my knob in her mouth. I could reach over far enough to feel her pussy that was facing me. It was hot and wet and she let out a little moan on my knob. I pulled her over until she was on top of me in a 69.
I tasted her and she spit out my knob and moaned, "God it's been so long since I've done this!" and went back to sucking my cock.
I was surprised that she had a shaved pussy at her age but I didn't complain. It tasted wonderful and I liked to make her moan on my dick when I hit her sensitive spots with my tongue.
I ate her to an orgasm and she went wild trying to deep throat me. She couldn't... but it was close enough that I bet with some practice she could get the job done. Then she spun back around and put my cock in her and began to fuck it as I laid there enjoying how she felt.
She slid almost all the way down and let out a moan, "Damn it feels better than I imagined!" and started to pump back and forth on it, "No wonder all these women are in love with you."
"They are?" I asked holding her nice big tits with both hands as she moaned and moved up and down on my dick.
"OH GOD!" Joe groaned and pushed all the way down on me, "Amy is...OOOohhhh...I can see it in her eyes when she looks at you...MMMmmm...damn your cock feels so good!"
Joe felt pretty good too. She was nice and hot and wet. I doubted she'd ever had kids the way her pussy gripped my shaft tightly. You know the best kind of pussy is new pussy! And I loved the way she humped forward and backward as she sat on top of me with my cock buried to the hilt up inside of her.
Joe came twice before I rolled her over on her back and crawled up on top of her. I pushed my cock all the way up inside of her again, and kissed her lips hard and felt her melt under me.
I started to fuck her and she tossed her head from side to side moaning softly, "Oh Yes...MMmmm...Oh yeah...fuck me baby!"
By the time I was ready to cum she was screaming loudly and digging her nails in my back. I was sweaty and pounding her hard as she writhed under me.
Joe's tits kept bouncing up and down to my steady thrusting. I could smell the musky scent of her pussy and the room echoed with wet slapping noises and her moans.
I started to groan and she yelled, "Yeah...OH YEAH...cum baby!...OH FUCK ME... CUM IN MEEeeeee!" and she had another orgasm as I started shooting my load in her.
I jumped when her nails dug into my ass cheeks painfully. She held me all the way into her nice cunt and bucked her hips up and down until I stopped Cumming. Then she went limp and her arms flopped down on the mattress.
"OH MY GOD that was fantastic!" Joe told me as I lay on top of her licking those wonderful nipples, "I'm glad I got you drunk!"
"You can get me drunk anytime," I told her as I pulled out and crawled up over her.
Joe opened her mouth and I let her suck the last few drops of cum from my quickly deflating cock before I flopped down on my back as the sweat on my chest started to cool in the air conditioning.
I don't even remember falling asleep. But I woke up in the morning to the smell of bacon and eggs...oh and the rich aroma of coffee!
I was starting to like the movie business, even if it was an amateur enterprise.
It was a couple of days later that I found Jan and Kacey at the pool around sunset. Kacey was with some local teens in the other end laughing and carrying on. It was the perfect time for me to put my idea to Jan about the next movie.
"HI Big brother!" Jan grinned when I grabbed a chair next to her.
"Hey," I replied and got a beer out of her cooler.
"So what's new?" Jan asked, "Run out of girls to do yet?"
I had to laugh, "Not yet but I'm trying."
"I bet you are!"
"Say do you still want to do a movie and make some easy money?" I asked and took a big drink.
"I might," Jan sat up looking interested, "What's it going to be about?"
I outlined the basic plot to do a follow up movie with Amy. Jan would play the part of her mom and we'd end up in this threesome.
Jan sort of had a frown on her face when I mentioned Amy.
"What?" I asked her, "You don't like it?"
"It's not that," Jan replied, "Amy and I don't look anything alike, wouldn't it be better if Kacey and I did it?"
I almost dropped my beer because that had been a fantasy of mine for several weeks! Having Jan and Kacey in bed with me at the same time got me hard when I thought about it for very long.
I recovered enough to tell her, "Well yeah it would be better but I didn't think you'd go that far."
"I would if the money was right." Jan replied.
"What about Kacey?" I asked.
"I don't know...let's ask her." And before I could stop her, Jan yelled and waved for Kacey to come here.
Kacey came up wrapped in a towel and sat down to wring out her long hair, "Hi Max!" She smiled at me, "What's up mom?"
"Max has another movie he wants to do for the web page." Jan told her.
"Yeah..." Kacey said apprehensively, "So what's that have to do with me?
Jan explained the theme of the scene while I sat back and wondered how it was going to go over.
"I'm going to play the mom and Max was going to have Amy be the daughter." Jan explained.
As soon as Kacey heard Amy's name she was suddenly very concerned.
"GOD mom you are going to do it with AMY?"
"Well, that's what Max came up with but I think it would be better if you and I did it with him."
Kacey looked totally shocked, "Like for real?"
"Sure why not?" Jan laughed, "I could use the money and if you don't want to do it, I guess Amy will have to do."
"Mom that's like so freaky!" Kacey replied still looking horrified, "I mean...that would be too weird doing it with Max in front of you...or watching you two going at it!"
"Hey, I understand," Jan told her, "I just thought I'd ask if you wanted in on this."
I really wanted this to happen because the idea of having sex with both of them at the same time would be like a dream come true. I didn't care what it cost to make it happen!
"You sure you want to turn down a thousand bucks?" I asked Kacey.
Both Jan and Kacey snapped their attention to me, "Each?" Jan was the first to ask.
"Yeah, one grand for each of you."
There was a minute of contemplation and silence as Kacey thought about all that money. Finally she looked over at me and gave me an answer.
"Okay I'll do it, but I'm not like going to kiss mom or anything," She told us, "I mean that's just too much even for me!"
"No, that's okay," I told Kacey, "You two take turns giving me some head, and then we fuck and it's done."
"God, you better get me drunk first!" Kacey gave a halfhearted laugh, "I can't believe you talked me into this!"
"It will be fun!" Jan said enthusiastically, "Besides it's just for the money."
Kacey brightened up, "That's more than I make in a month! I guess I can do it for that!"
I was so happy that I couldn't wait to call Joe and set it up! I was getting hard just thinking about both of my favorite girls sucking and fucking me at the same time. I was definitely going to buy a new tube of desensitizing cream for this gig.
When I explained the situation to Joe she was excited and said she would tweak the script.
"It's really your sister and her daughter?" Joe asked me on the phone.
"Yeah, is that a problem for you?"
"No, it's just...I thought stuff like this was only made up for the porn movies!"
"Not this time."
"Wow, this is going to be really hot!"
The filming was planned for the next weekend, and I made sure to make myself scarce. I didn't want to have sex that week so I had plenty to give for the movie. I wanted to make sure I didn't go limp after the first time, because I wanted to fuck both of them as long as I could!
When the big day or should I say Friday evening arrived I drove Jan and Kacey up to Joe's big house. They were as impressed as I had been the first time I saw it.
Joe had lots of beer on Ice waiting, and we were not in any hurry to get started. Especially Kacey who was acting really nervous about what she'd agreed to do. I was hoping she didn't change her mind at the last minute.
Joe was a big help with her and the girls. All three of them seemed to hit it off right away. By the time an hour was up, Kacey was feeling no pain and all of them were huddled together laughing as Joe told them stories about her college days.
Everyone was on their way to a good drunk when it was time to film according to Joe. I could tell Kacey was nervous while we followed Joe to a room with a king-size bed set up with all kinds of cameras and lights.
My cock was already getting hard just thinking about what was going to happen...well I hoped it happened and Kacey didn't chicken out on us.
The scene was filmed in two parts. The lead in was Kacey was sitting on a bed in another room that was made up just like a teen girls room. She was playing with her phone and I stood back watching as Joe filmed.
Jan came in the room wearing a big white terry cloth robe and went up to sit on the bed and started talking to Kacey who was sitting Indian style in the center of the bed. Kacey was also wearing a robe like she was getting ready to go to bed soon.
"Hi baby, what are you up too?" Jan asked her.
"Not much, just texting my friends." Kacey answered, "What's up with you mom?"
"Oh, I was wondering what you thought of your new step-dad is all."
"He's okay I guess...why?"
"Well he really thinks a lot of you."
"He does?" Kacey said putting her phone down, "What's he say?"
"Oh he thinks you are the sexiest daughter in the world!"
"God mom, he said that?"
"He sure did."
"You know tomorrow is Father's Day, have you thought of getting him something?" Jan asked.
"Oh..God I forgot all about it!"
"Would you like to get him something special?" Jan grinned.
"Sure, but I don't have any money right now."
"Well you don't need any money for what he wants."
"Really?" Kacey asked, "What does he want?"
"He wants both of us to spend the night in bed with him."
Kacey had been fooling with her phone again and dropped it on the mattress in shock, "What did you say?"
"I said he would really like for both of us to join him in bed for some fun."
"OH my GOD!" Kacey said, "You can't be serious!"
"I am," Jan said sweetly, "Your step dad has a nice big dick...and he knows how to use it!"
"MOM!" Kacey said, "I don't want to hear about his dick!"
"Come on," Jan pleaded with her, "Do this for me...just this once."
"Why do you want to share him if he's so great?"
Jan explained to her, "Your step-daddy is an extremely horny man. He needs more than one woman sometimes."
"So, why me?" Kacey asked.
"He wants to have a threesome and I don't want to bring some strange woman to our bed. She might steal him away from me or something."
"Yeah, I guess that would be a bad idea," Kacey agreed.
"I thought if you'd help me give him what he wants he might give up that crazy idea."
"This whole thing is crazy mom!"
"Come on...just this once and I won't ever ask you again...please! It's not like you're a virgin still."
"How do you know?" Kacey replied.
"Oh I know more than you think." Jan replied, "I've seen your panties in the laundry full of cum stains!"
"OH MY GOD! Kacey remarked with a horrified look on her face.
Kacey looked torn by the idea but finally said, "Okay just this once, and I don't know why I'm doing this!"
Jan gave a big smile, "That's my girl; I think it's going to be more fun than you think!"
"GOD!" Kacey moaned, but got up off the bed and the two headed for the door, "I'm only doing this for you."
Yeah, it wasn't the most believable script but people who watch porn don't care about the story so much as the action.
That was the end of the filming in that room and it was my turn to get involved. I was already desensitized and ready for my dream to come true!
I got on the king-sized bed and acted like I was reading a book in my boxers. The girls came in the room in their robes and stood on either side.
"Hi, what's all this?" I asked putting the book aside.
"Tomorrow is Father's Day," Jan started, and crawled up on the mattress next to my crotch, "We wanted to give you your present early."
"Great!" I said, "What did you get me?"
Kacey reluctantly got on the mattress on the other side of me.
Jan got up on her knees facing me and undid her robe and tossed it aside. She was naked except for some skimpy panties.
"Come on baby," Jan told Kacey, "Show daddy what else he gets."
Kacey looked a little miffed but got up and took her robe off as well. She was dressed the same way... in only a little pair of panties and damn she looked good. So good that I completely lost track of Joe moving around filming.
Kacey sat back and watched as Jan pulled my boxers off. My cock sprung up and I told them, "This is going to be the best present I've ever had!"
Jan started stroking my cock and then bent down to lick my knob as Kacey watched like she was amazed. Jan sucked my knob into her mouth and went to town sucking it for a little while as Kacey watched her. Her eyes big and round seeing her mom as a sexual person for the first time.
"Come on your turn to give daddy some." Jan said to Kacey waving my dick back and forth.
Kacey slowly came over and gave it a little lick, "I can't believe I'm doing this!"
"You can do better than that sweetheart." Jan told her.
Kacey took a hold of it and put her mouth around my knob, "That's it!" Jan told her as Kacey began to suck and pump it.
I was glad I'd used half the tube of desensitizer! If I hadn't I'd have already blown my load by watching my sister and her daughter taking turns sucking my dick.
In a while Jan directed Kacey to lie down on her back in the middle of the bed. I got up on my knees next to Kacey and let her suck my cock some more as Jan started pulling Kacey's panties off.
"Mom what are you doing?" Kacey asked after pulling her mouth off my knob.
"Showing daddy the rest of his present!" Jan told her and pulled Kacey's panties off revealing her nice little snatch.
Kacey went back to sucking my cock until Jan suddenly spread Kacey's legs wide apart and put her face in her crotch. It wasn't in the script and Kacey and I were both surprised!
Kacey was startled and said, "What are you doing?"
"Getting your nice little pussy wet for daddy's big cock!" and then she ran her tongue up Kacey's slit!
Kacey forgot my cock and just stared down between her legs in shock as her mom started eating her out!
I moved off the bed and watched for a minute at the expression on Kacey's face. She was fighting it, but every few seconds she'd close her eyes for a little while. Little moans started coming from her mouth. She'd stop and look down again as Jan slurped away on her pussy.
Jan was still up on her knees with her face buried in Kacey's crotch. I got up behind her and pulled her panties down and felt how wet her pussy was. My dick slid all the way up in her easily and I started to pump her hot twat as I watched Kacey's face.
My sister ate pussy with as much enthusiasm as she sucked cock! I continued to fuck Jan while Kacey had given in completely and was moaning almost constantly from her mom's tongue in her pussy. Jan was getting turned on too and I felt her vagina giving little jerks on my cock as it slid in and out of her.
Kacey only lasted a little longer and came loudly on her mom's face! Jan was next and yanked her head up and yelled, "AHH AHHH OOOOHGHHHHH UNNhhhhhh!"
Jan's vagina put a death grip around my dick and pulsed hard for several seconds as she came. I bit my lip to keep from Cumming in her but somehow I managed, and I quickly pulled out to catch my breath.
My dick was waving back and forth as I got off the bed and stood at the edge. It was covered in milky white girl cum from my sister's creamy twat, as she told Kacey to move down in front of me.
When Kacey got to the edge of the bed I could tell she was hot! She grabbed my cock and started sucking the cream off of it.
"That's it; show daddy how much you want his big cock in you!" Jan said in a husky voice. Reaching over to squeeze Kacey's boob as Kacey sucked me.
When she was ready, Kacey flopped down in front of me with her legs spread apart. I pulled her nice twat to the edge of the bed and slid my dick up her soaking wet snatch.
Her pussy was hot and tight, and I started to pump her as Jan grabbed one of Kacey's boobs and planted a big wet kiss on her lips. Kacey kissed her back and I watched them making out while I fucked that perfect little teen pussy under me. Pushing my cock all the way up in her tight little hole.
The kiss broke up because Kacey needed to moan each time I pushed all nine up in her. Jan suddenly was crawling on top of Kacey and facing me as she put her swollen pussy lips over Kacey's open mouth.
I could see Kacey's little pointed chin between her thighs and the underside of her pink tongue as it started lapping upwards in Jan's slit.
"OH YEAH!" Jan started moaning as she held both of Kacey's boobs like handles.
Kacey was licking her mom's pussy and moaning at the same time as I kept fucking her hard and deep.
A guy can only take so much and I shot a huge fucking load deep into Kacey's tight 18 year old cunt. Fuck it came out so hard that it hurt a little as it left my knob!
Jan saw me Cumming and let out a moan and had her own orgasm. Kacey let out a muffled yell and I felt her pussy tighten up around my jerking dick, which only made me shoot two more blast into her.
Jan slowly got off Kacey's face and they started kissing again as my cock finished throbbing inside of Kacey.
I was in no hurry to pull out because it felt so damn good!
The kiss broke up and Kacey asked her, "Mom, daddy came in me...is that all right?"
"Did you like it?" Jan asked her as she stroked her hair gently.
"Oh yeah...it feels so good!" Kacey sighed.
"I don't mind baby, you can let daddy cum in you whenever you want."
"Oh good...I wish everyday was Father's Day!" Kacey replied.
"Maybe it can be." Jan told her and they kissed again as I pulled out.
"CUT!" Joe suddenly said, and I'd forgotten she was even there!
"God that was hot!" Joe remarked as Kacey got up with a smile on her face and ran for the bathroom cupping her dripping pussy.
Jan just smiled and wiped off her wet face, "I think I need to clean up too!" She soon followed Kacey.
I sat down tiredly and noticed Joe had left too. She appeared a few seconds later with a 6-pack of cold beer and a warm wash cloth for me. Joe handed me a beer and actually cleaned my junk gently and I let her.
"God that was so hot!" Joe told me as she cleaned my cock and balls of juice and cum, "If you weren't all used up I'd make you fuck me too!"
I laughed, "That might be a while before I'm ready again."
I hadn't paid much attention to Joe that night but as she was cleaning me up I looked closer. Joe was wearing a bikini top and shorts and I noticed her nipples...those glorious magnificent nipples were hard as rocks in her top.
Just then the girls came back in, naked as jaybirds but obviously happy with the outcome of our lovemaking. They were all smiles as they each grabbed a beer and sat down. It wasn't long before they noticed Joe had a flushed face and hard nipples. Her hair looked sort of wild too.
"What's a matter Joe?" Jan asked, as Jan tried to act like she was busy checking cameras and stuff.
Joe stopped and turned, "I'm okay just a little turned on by watching you three."
"Awww..." Jan replied, "I'm sorry...I guess we all got a little turned on!"
"Yeah, that's was wild!" Kacey remarked and drank a huge gulp of beer, I almost freaked out when you went down on me mom!"
Jan laughed, "It seemed like the thing to do at the time baby."
"I'm not complaining!" Kacey laughed and took another drink.
These two were one for the books in my opinion. I had no idea why I was so lucky to have them.
I just sat there relaxing as the girls went on talking. Jan finished her beer and Joe kept walking around taking memory cards out of the cameras. It was plain to see that she was still flustered, and her nipples still stood out for anyone with eyes to see.
What happened next was the last thing I would have ever guessed was going to happen.
As Joe moved past the bed where Jan was sitting Jan stood up and stopped her, "Here let me have those."
Joe looked surprised but handed the cards to her, "Max come take these while I have a talk with her."
I took them and sat back down as Jan told her, "I know what you need Joe."
"You do?" Joe asked surprised.
"Sure, I can tell when a woman is so horny she can't take it much longer."
"I..I..." Joe sort of stammered.
I noticed Kacey was watching intently and she had this sly smile on her face like she knew what was going to happen.
"Kacey our new best friend needs some attention since Max isn't ready yet." Jan said.
"What do you mean?" Joe asked, as naked Jan got right up in front of her, and Kacey came up behind Joe seductively.
Jan put her arms around Joe and pulled her tight against her naked breasts. Then she gave her the sexiest kiss I've ever seen!
Too my surprise Joe didn't pull back and they started making out right in front of me! I looked around and grabbed the portable camera. It had a memory card still in it and I started filming.
Kacey hugged Joe from the back and started kissing the back of Joe's neck. I saw Joe's hands slide up to cup my sister's boobs as they kissed and Kacey started untying Joe's bikini top from the back. Needless to say my dick that had been tired and worn out began to grow hard as a rock!
Jan pulled Joe's top off when Kacey had it undone, "Oh my goodness!" Jan remarked when she saw those wonderful nipples Joe had. Jan bent down and sucked one into her mouth.
Joe put her head back and moaned as she pulled my sister's head tightly to her breasts. Kacey was busy unbuttoning the front of Joe's shorts from behind and then began sliding them down her legs. Next came the panties and in just a few short moments Joe was as naked as them.
Jan led Joe to the bed and pushed her down flat on her back. Kacey got next to Joe and they started kissing as my sister spread Joe's legs apart and went down on her.
"Oh my GOD!" Joe moaned, "My clit is so hot...Lick my hot CLIT!"
Joe reached over to Kacey that was lying next to her, "God you're so sexy!" Joe told her and rubbed Kacey's boob as they started kissing again.
The kissing only lasted less than a minute before Joe's hips were bucking up and down with my sister's mouth glued to her pussy!
"OH FUCK!!...OH FUCK YES AHHHH AHHH OOOHHHHHHHH FUCK YEEssssss!" Joe yelled as she came hard as hell.
In a few seconds my sister was lying on her left side with one leg up and behind her to let Joe crawl up and start licking her twat. The other two quickly did the same and I was standing there watching the three of them form a perfect triangle. Mouth to pussy, each girl licking the other one at the same time.
Joe was licking my sister Jan, Jan was licking Kacey, and Kacey was licking Joe. I don't think I've ever seen something that exciting before and my cock was aching to fuck somebody! I just wasn't sure where to start or drop the camera because it needed to be filmed.
I got closer with the camera and when Joe glanced up and saw how hard my dick was... she asked, "Come fuck me!"
Joe untangled herself from the other two girls, and spread her legs right in front of my cock.
Kacey took the camera from me and I slid my dick up into her saliva soaked bare pussy.
"OH YEAH... OH FUCK ME BABY!" Joe moaned loudly.
Joe was hot and wet inside and I pumped her hard for several strokes before Jan was right there wanting me to pull it out. I pulled it out, and she sucked the hell out of my knob for a few seconds as Joe begged for me to put it back in her.
"Mom take the camera." I heard Kacey saying and then Kacey was climbing up on the bed and sitting on Joe's face.
In a while Kacey came and I pulled out and rolled Joe over on her hands and knees. I put it back in her and fucked her doggy style as she kept groaning and moaning. Joe suddenly yelled and I felt her Cumming as her pussy tightened up around my dick.
I pulled out to keep from Cumming because I was having too much fun to stop. Somebody tapped my arm and Kacey was standing there handing me a bottle of lube. I have no idea where it came from but I got the idea instantly and squirted it all down Joe's ass crack. She jumped when my finger slid inside of her tight little anus but she didn't try to stop me either.
Kacey lubed my dick while I finger fucked a moaning Joe's butt hole, stretching it big enough for my dick. Jan was filming the whole thing and gave the camera back to Kacey so she could spread out in front of Joe and get her pussy sucked on again. The girls ended up in a 69 with Joe on top.
"AHhhhh!" Joe yelped when my knob popped past the tight ring of her anus.
I held Joe's hips and pushed my cock slowly all the way up her butt as she yelled loudly. I left it there and Joe put her face in my sister's crotch and started licking her pussy. I could look down and see Jan under me. Jan stopped licking Joe's cunt long enough to give my saggy balls a few licks.
Before it was over Joe came twice before I gave her my load. I buried my entire dick up her rear and shot the second huge load of the night.
Just when I thought I was done I felt a tongue on my balls and that made me yell and cum one last spurt.
I went limp and got off the bed and headed for the shower. I was just about done when Joe joined me in the shower.
She didn't say a word and just started kissing me hotly and rubbing her body against me. Finally she stopped long enough to tell me, "Oh my God that was fantastic!"
When I got out and started drying off, Jan and Kacey came in next. Giggling and whispering as they got in the shower with their new friend Joe.
Later when everyone was nice and clean again, Joe demanded we all spend the night and we didn't mind. Jan and I slept in one of the six bedrooms. Kacey and Joe went to her room holding hands down the hall way after they said goodnight.
"I think Kacey is getting in touch with her feminine side." Jan laughed, and turned out the night light, and crawled into bed with me.
The last thing I wanted was more sex. But my sister has a way of making me go above and beyond the call of duty.
I wanted to go to sleep for a much needed rest but Jan was rubbing her boobs on my chest and playing with my cock. It was not responding like she wanted it too.
"What's a matter Max," She whispered, "Don't you think I'm sexy anymore?"
"Your fantastic Jan," I told her, "But I'm all worn out...how about in the morning?" I begged.
"I bet I can tell you a story that will get you hard."
My interest suddenly was awakened and I asked, "What kind of story?"
"A true story about one of those skeleton's in my closet."
Now I was really interested, "Okay, lets here it."
Jan kept slowly stroking my limp cock as she started whispering her dark secret to me, "You have to promise you never repeat this."
"I promise."
"I mean it, I've never told anyone about this."
"Okay, what is it... or are you just trying to trick me."
"Now is that anyway to treat your little sister?"
"Okay, I'm sorry go on."
Jan let out a sigh, "You remember those all night parties the seniors have when you are about to graduate?"
"Yeah."
"Well you were already gone to college and we had ours on a Friday night before graduation."
"Yeah, I had a good time on party night with Jennifer Parker."
"You fucked that tramp?" Jan asked and squeezed my cock hard.
"Ouch, yeah she made me!"
"Jesus you are a male slut Max!" Jan laughed and started tickling my empty balls with her fingertips.
"So what happened?" I asked her again.
"Okay, so I didn't get home until almost 3:00AM and snuck in the house."
"Yeah so what?"
"So mom was gone that night and I tip toed past their room but the door was open and I could hear the radio blasting."
I was getting interested now and wondered what she was going to tell me, "So what happened?"
"I'm getting to that," Jan shushed me; "See mom and dad had this huge fight about money before I left and she stormed out to stay with Aunt Fran.
"Really?" I said, wondering what that was all about. I'd never seen our parents fight over anything.
"So when I peeked in the room I saw dad naked lying on the bed. There was an empty pint of Jack Daniels on the bed, and he had the biggest hard-on I'd ever seen!"
"What?" I said, "Dad doesn't drink!"
"Well he did that night and he was passed out cold."
"So what happened?" I asked now fully awake and wanting to know the rest of her story.
"Nothing at first," Jan said, "I went to my room and got ready for bed. I was drunk as hell and someone had given me a pill at the party."
"What?" I said, "You took it?"
"Yeah, it was stupid but I wanted to try it."
"So then what?" I asked really interested in her story.
"Well, I wanted to peek at Dad's big cock again so I went back with just my nightgown on."
"Then what?
"You promise to never tell?" She asked again.
"YES! Now go on and tell me."
"I snuck in and poked daddy a few times and he just sort of grumbled and didn't wake up."
"And?" I asked my cock starting to get firmer in her gentle strokes.
"I just starred at his huge cock and suddenly had this urge to put it in my mouth."
"Jesus Jan!" I replied, "Did you do it?"
"Yeah, it took a while to build up my courage but I just couldn't resist."
"Did he wake up?"
"No, and once I got started I couldn't stop."
"Wow!" I whispered and my dick started getting hard thinking about my baby sister sucking dad's dick while he was passed out.
"So what happened next?" I asked.
"I told you this would make you hard," Jan told me and stroked my dick that was getting really hard.
"Just go on!"
"My pussy was soaking wet after I sucked his dick, and I wondered what it would feel like in me." She told me, "I crawled up on top of him like this."
Jan got on top of me and my cock was ready for her, "I put it in me and it hurt like hell... but I wanted to see what it would be like."
Jan reached down between us and held my cock and slid it inside of her soaking wet pussy.
"Fuck!" I groaned as she slid down my shaft.
"That's what I said," Jan laughed, "I had about half of him in me... and I felt so full that I came really hard in just a couple of minutes."
I couldn't believe my ears and the story my sister was telling me while we fucked was making me so hot!
Jan started to ride my dick... fucking me nice and slow as she went on.
"I wanted to have another orgasm and started to move on him again," she told me, "Then I thought I heard a car pull in the driveway so I jumped off of him and peeked out the window."
"Who was it?"
"It was just someone making a U-turn," Jan replied and slid all the way down my dick and let out a soft moan.
"What happened then?" I asked her.
"I went back to the bed and he was still asleep," Jan told me, and moved until my cock came out of her.
"His cock wasn't as hard and I wanted some more," Jan confessed, and moved down and put her hand around mine.
Jan moved her lips down to my wet knob, "You know how much I like to suck dick, so I sucked his cock until it was stiff again."
Jan demonstrated her story by sucking hard on my knob, licking my shaft, and then crawling back up on top to put me in her again.
I was so sensitive from her hard sucking that I almost lost it when she slid back down on it.
"After my orgasm I was so wet and relaxed that almost all of him fit in me," Jan whispered and then let out a moan as she pumped me a bit faster.
"Did he wake up?" I asked and had to let out a little groan of my own.
"No...I was riding him like this and had two more orgasms," Jan panted and started fucking me harder and faster, "Then all of a sudden he let out a moan and I felt him Cumming in me!"
"OH my GOD!" Jan groaned, and pumped me faster, "I wanted to jump off of him but it was too late!" She moaned, and started to slap her pussy up and down on my cock hard, "I kept going and had a huge orgasm!"
Jan cried out and came, "Yeah...AHhhhh oh oh yeahhhhh!"
Her pussy clenched my dick tight and she bucked up and down fast several times and made me cum! I was surprised I had any left to give her but she always has a way to get me off.
When it was over, Jan lay down on top of me, her nice warm breasts on my chest and kissed me. She was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm and I loved how warm and slippery her pussy felt around my cock.
I held her and she said, "Now you know what a terrible person I really am."
"I don't think you're terrible at all Jan." I told her and rubbed her lower back.
"I've fucked all the men in our family," She sighed, "When I got married I tried to act normal but that didn't work out so well."
"Do you think Dad faked being asleep?" I wondered out loud.
"If he did, he never showed a sign of knowing what happened the next day."
"I wonder what he'd have done if he woke up?"
"I don't know, but I'm glad he didn't!"
In a little while Jan fell asleep, and I gently rolled her off of me. I laid there thinking about what she had told me and I was blown away. I wondered what other secrets my little sister had?
The next morning I slept in and when I came downstairs the girls had made a huge breakfast and I dug in. It was perfect, and so was the company.
I noticed all three of them looking at me and I asked, "What's up with you three?"
Kacey blurted it out first, "Joe asked us to move in with her!"
"Really?" I said and chewed a piece of bacon, "So are you going to do it?"
Jan grinned at me, "Sure why pay rent when you can live in the beautiful house?"
"I agree, sounds like a plan to me."
Joe smiled at me, "The offer is open for you to Max."
"This is all kind of sudden isn't it?" I replied, trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened since yesterday.
"I guess so but I want to spend more time with all of you." Joe explained, and I could see the way she looked at Kacey.
"You sure that you want me to move in here?" I asked to make sure it was true.
"Yes!" All three said at the same time.
I looked at them and could tell they were waiting for my answer, "I don't know...I'm used to living by myself." I told them.
"Come on, you're going to turn down moving in with three beautiful women?" Jan asked.
"I've been living here alone for way too long," Joe remarked, "I'd really like you to come and stay with us."
"We'll take good care of you Max." Kacey added, "Think of all the movies we could make."
I couldn't argue with that one!
"Okay I'll do it!" | literotica |
Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 32
Tags: fantasy, kobold, elf, futa, dancing, dungeons and dragons, adventure, epic fantasy, story progression, character progression
**Volume 4: Dereliction of Duty**
**Chapter VIII: What Can't be Seen**
Tessarie and Keiter followed behind the blind woman closer than strictly necessary as she lead them through the tight coils of the village, worming their way out through a path only visible behind Leslie's closed eyes. Her stick tapped left and right rhythmically and once when she nearly tripped over a rock, Keiter was there to help by placing himself in the arc of one of her swings to ensure she stepped over the obstacle.
Somehow that little gesture made him all the more endearing. Tess recognized what he was doing even if their companion didn't; he was intentionally keeping her from feeling helpless within her capacity and like a good friend, he was stepping in the way. Tess had been wrong about him many times over, but this just put a fine point to it all.
By the time they got to a small one single level house, Keiter had stopped rubbing his side where the stick had hit him and Leslie's stride had changed a little bit- more comfortable in familiar surroundings, she strolled kind of like Sarah did. When she opened the door into the dark home, she looked back, probably expecting Tess to say something. Instead she smiled. It took her a moment to remember Leslie's condition.
"Um, sorry. What can I do for you?"
Leslie shook her head, "just making sure you're still there Copper Tongue."
Keiter clucked his tongue a couple of times. It was something between a chuckle and a sigh on his lips. "She is a beautiful person, just a little awkward! Not her fault, she's been through much. . . .but maybe she finds similar company?"
"Very clever, but I'm not taking the bait." Leslie said lightly as she wandered deeper into the gloom, tapping her stick against odd bits of furniture and pieces of broken pottery- a vase of some kind- with a pile of fine ash splayed out around it. In the middle of the room was a large carpet and a couch that looked as though itd been worn through with age, but a pile of scrap cloth sitting beside it was woven into fine multicolored thatch in the shape of a large sack. It wasn't finished, but it was apparent that it was meant to be a slip for the couch.
"Huh," Tess touched the fabric with a little smile. "This is really nice, your couch is so colorful!" The moment those words left her mouth she felt ashamed. How could she have been so stupid! The woman wouldn't even be able to see the fruits of her labor!
"Thanks." Leslie said absently as she started an oil lamp burning, her movements deft and practiced. In the warm glow of the wick the rest of the room took on a slightly festive glow- rows of preserved flowers lined tiny shelves on the walls and dozens of outfits in various stages of completion occupied long stretches of the front wall. They were practical but very eye catching, experiments in color and understatement seemed to reflect the person who'd made them. One in particular caught Tess's attention.
It was about her size with an embroidered blouse made of deceptively heavy material that opened up the further it went down, slit right down the center at waist level, it held braided strands of something she could have sworn was cotton tied around the waist to keep the whole thing together. Tiny draw strings on the sides would have allowed the rest of it to be rolled up to the side to keep it short, but it was obviously meant to be worn long. Tess found herself staring. Who'd have thunk of such a thing? Why a *human* at that? Hadn't the council always said they were inefficient and rather dim?
"That enough light?"
"More than enough," Keiter said lightly. He touched Tess's knee and jerked his head to the side to indicate where their host had gone to sit. "Thank you."
"Oh, yes!" Tess blushed. "Sorry, thank you for that. Um, may I say you have beautiful taste in dresses?"
Leslie chuckled wryly as she sunk into the couch a bit and set her stick to the side. Her gaze briefly lingered in the direction of the broken vase but after a moment she looked back to the two and smiled. "I used to be a seamstress, figured once upon a time that I'd make it selling cloth to the caravan monkeys. Have you seen- you've seen the stuff they wear, right?"
"Uh- Yes!"
"Come on, Copper Tongue, I invite you into my home for your own good and you're gonna lie to me?" She tisked. There was no anger in her voice, but Tess still felt vaguely ashamed, she had that quality in her voice that made her seem like a mother figure. It was rather comforting, actually. "You two aren't exactly locals, now are you?"
"No," Tess admitted with downcast eyes.
"So? Go on!" The woman patted the cushion next to her. "We've got time to kill- your friend will wait for you at the Inn, why not give me a story." Even as Keiter crawled up on the couch, she continued on, "Consider it the price for my hospitality."
Slowly Tess worked up the courage to take a spot next to her, easing back into the heavy cushion. The seat cushions had a strange feeling about them- a body impression, probably Leslie's. Tess looked around for a bed but realized there wasn't one- the entire home consisted of the main room and simple fireplace and kitchen. How did people live like this? At least the floor was wooden.
Tess fidgeted a bit.
Leslie turned to face the young elf, brows raised and expectant.
It was Keiter who rescued them all from her awkwardness: "My friend's story would take many years to tell, I think. She has seen many things and even among her own kind, she can be expressive when the spirit moves her to do so! Perhaps something more short?"
The woman chuckled, "All right, hit me."
Keiter looked at her oddly.
"Well?"
"I. . . .no? I am awed by your beauty and poise, how could I possibly hit-"
"Oh, come on, boy-o. You know that's not what I meant-" She paused, looking between her guests. "Unless you did?"
"Did it make you smile?"
"Does it look like I'm smiling?" She lofted a brow.
"Better question: does it *feel* like you are? Very important, even if they're usually the same."
Leslie turned her attention to Tess, smirking. "How do you put up with him?"
"In doses."
That earned a hearty laugh. "I bet! Okay, so humor me; lay it on me; tell me a tale, minstrel."
The little kobold paused for a moment to gather himself before he tucked his feet up under him as if to sit cross legged. When he spoke, his voice was calm and flowing but carried a slight hint of loss to it. It was rather jarring how deep his inflections could reach, a soulful tone tumbled from his lips even though he still *looked* alien to Tess. "I believe you would call my friend something of a curse disguised as a blessing. Hiding behind kind eyes and flowered words, very intelligent, but also vindictive and angry with the world."
"Not sure I like this, but go on." Leslie frowned as she listened, shifting her weight to regard him.
"She loved- still does, I think. She had a family once and lost them to a great injustice. One she won't speak of even to me, but she still carries the scars. Like a blanket, yes?"
"Why-"
"I think you and she are alike. If not in blood, in soul."
The blind woman let the silence linger. "That's a hell of an opener, boy-o. . . .what do you do next, pull an elf out of your hat?"
"No! I keep her in a trunk!" He winked at Tess.
Tess picked up on the humor and his intent pretty quickly. "Hey!" She rolled with it. "That was one time, and you promised never again!"
Leslie chuckled warily. "Lot of people suffer, what makes her special?"
"What makes any of us special? The soul, I think. She could give up on the world, she could be angry and hateful with everything, but instead she spreads smiles when she can. She doesn't let people suffer if it can be helped, you see?" He paused a beat. "Sounds familiar, doesn't it?"
"Cute, but you forgot the part where she was angry with the world. Vindictive, right? She has an axe to grind with the world?"
"Maybe just one creature in it." He cast a glance at the ashes "But she also knows that life goes on and it must be lived- enjoyed! No matter how hard it is and how hard it might be to continue. She took me in when she could have killed me and been justified. Not even I would fault her for that. . ."
"So, a little charity to hide a multitude of sins."
Tess furrowed her brow, frowning slightly. "No, see- We're talking about Sarah, right?" Keiter nodded. "She's crazy, but she's also full of heart. She rescued me from-. . . well, from slavery, I guess. She's probably working for my brother, but she's a very *good* person. Like you, I think. Someone who invites strangers into their home."
"It's true!" Keiter piped up. "In a world where there are more reasons to fear others than unite with them, the two of you break that circle. Maybe because you feel. . . .left out of it. You change lives without realizing it."
Leslie went quiet, staring at her two guests with closed eyes. The flickering light danced over her pleasantly rounded features highlighting suspicion and doubt, aging her just slightly in that instant. Keiter leaned forward, easing his way into her spacial awareness by way of Tess's lap, when it was clear she wasn't going to say anything, he continued.
"It is the suffering we don't address in our own lives that poisons us from within. We don't see the good we do, we don't celebrate the wonders we create, we stop looking for reasons to smile, only to cry when we think no one is looking."
"That's a lot of 'we' you've got going on there."
"Thinking minds are only separated by the flesh they wear-"
"Or scales," Tess said.
"My point is that she continues to suffer because she refuses to accept it, pretending it doesn't exist. She runs even when the end of the road has been worn under her boots, like ashes not cleaned up. . . .yes?"
Leslie drew in a breath. "You ever think to turn that observation on yourself? Because while I can't see you, I'm vaguely sure I know you're no better than I am. For one thing, you smell like blood and I'm pretty sure that's mold on your robes."
"You'd be right."
Tess stiffened a bit.
"So what makes you think I want to hear your judgment on how I live?"
"Nothing! Which is why it's not a judgment. An observation, Sarah is fond of those and allegories- I'm not so good with those, maybe? Like watching a one legged man dancing in a three legged ball."
"W- What?" Tess blinked.
"Okay, point made. What do you know about three legged balls, anyway?" Leslie chuckled. "See, here's the thing- those ashes belonged to someone who became something he wasn't. . . .I didn't break it, but I'm not cleaning it up because I can't let go. Be easier to have gotten rid of the damn thing in the first place."
Keiter casually laid himself out across Tess's lap, his little elbows on the cushion as he propped his head up in his hands. At first she was going to toss him off her but then she caught his appreciative smile and noticed Leslie seemed a little more interested in the exchange. She slumped back, resigning herself to her fate in some small way.
"I can't decide," Their host added. "If I should be charmed or creeped out by this."
"I'm leaning towards creeped out." Tess said quickly.
Keiter clucked his tongue. "I'm not saying these things to upset you, I know you deserve better. At the temple, I have seen many people suffer for all things- disease, poison, sickness. But the ones that break the heart the most are those who's pains aren't visible. Those who hide from their lives or think they deserve-"
"Do you think for a second *I* think I deserve this? I was making good money, I enjoyed what I did-" She stopped when he touched her knee. "Level with me, what're you getting at?"
"I think there is a song in your heart waiting to get out. It wants to, even if you don't hear it yet."
The woman scoffed.
"You hold on to your anger, you've nothing to do here but sit and it drives you further down into anger. Why should that be the case when you have such gifts as a smile to give and be given to you? Why should it not be that your clothing is worn by people who would bow to spend a moment in your presence?"
Leslie pinched the bridge of her nose, leaning back into the cushions all the more. It dawned on Tess as the woman started to open her mouth that this was probably the most engagement Leslie had had in a long time and the first thing that they'd done was question her way of living. That wasn't even remotely fair or right. The poor woman!
Still, for her quiet anger, Leslie was evidently made of sterner stuff than Tess gave her credit for. She looked to Keiter and gave him an empty smile, her voice more irritated than angry. "It's been a long time since someone was on their knees for me, and even then it wasn't terribly interesting. As for *why* they should? I never said they should! I don't need fame, I don't care about making people happy. And I don't need some. . ."
"Kobold." Keiter supplied. "Telling you what you already know."
"Hmph."
"But it feels good, doesn't it?"
"You're high," she shot back. "Ever think that some people don't want to be helped?"
Tess gnawed her lower lip, wondering if she should say something. The woman had already suffered so much, how come she needed to be put through this crap by strangers in her own home? "Maybe we should leave-"
"No, I want to hear this. Come on, boy-o. Sell me on it. What makes you think-"
"Money can't buy happiness-" Keiter piped up. "But wouldn't you like to find out for yourself?"
Another scoff. "So what, you think my happiness is tied to how many coin are in my purse?"
To Tess's surprise, he poked her side. "I told you I am terrible at analogies. Isira tells me to bring joy where I can, She consoles me when I question myself and hate the thought of going on. A human might not have these doubts and fears, but I think they do. No one believes in you, no one hears your quiet crying.
"Or maybe you stand at a cross road wondering which way is right or wrong. You need a compass, a map, and the stomach to make a decision. It's hard! It hurts! It's not pleasant! But no journey worth taking is made alone, yes?"
Leslie went quiet. For so long that Tess started to feign interest in the dress designs to avoid the awkwardness. She wasn't going to be able to help anything with this, no matter how much she might've wanted to, humans were such strange creatures- even more so than she was.
"So," the woman said quietly, "You think I need to do what, pray for a-"
"You know what I mean."
"Mmm. . ."
"Life is a choice, it takes a decision to live it and one to avoid it. But the world is made poorer for missing your smile, I think."
"And what about you two, then?"
"What about us?" They both said at once.
"Oh, come on, you two're secret lovers aren't-"
Tess blanched. "No!"
Keiter was much more calm. "She is, like you, maybe a bit far above me, I think? I have yet to earn her trust, and my friend has taken favor to her. I think she might be happier that way."
"So, in other words, you're too shy to try and seduce her."
"He's a kobold." Tess said flatly. "Uh, no- no offense. Besides, Isira 'favored' him enough I think!"
"You know about that?" Keiter turned to look up at the elf, a look of genuine surprise on his reptilian features.
"Sarah told me."
"She did. . ."
"Well, it's surprising?"
"Someone mind letting me in on the joke? Feeling kind of left out here." Leslie adjusted her dress so she could sit with her feet under her.
"I was blessed by a visit from Isira, I learned many things-" he glanced at Tess, trying to convey some impossible to comprehend meaning. "A great many things not even Sarah taught me about. Her visit was special, something I never expected."
"Well, she took you as one of her faithful, didn't she? Why-"
"Because she 'blessed' him, like two people in a bedroom do." Tess interjected. "Or three. . . .um, he's being silly."
"I. . . .wait. Really? You *slept* with-"
Keiter rolled off the couch with his shoulders hunched inward, he paced a few steps one way and the other, tail swishing behind him with every step. Finally he turned to look at the two women with his muzzle turned slightly downward so he was looking up at them. Was he embarrassed? "She accepts me for who and what I am, She is choosy with those who represent Her, like you! Very proud and beautiful, making decisions every moment!"
"One of them just happened to be knocking boots with-"
"You speak of pleasure as something lost in your life. Simple joys lost like ash in the wind, perhaps we were meant to meet to help one another." Keiter plodded up to her and laid his hands down on the couch so she was aware of his presence. Strange how quick he'd adapted to it. "Has She shown you, too? You have seen something in your life that made you smile, yes?"
"Right now all I see it someone sitting on my floor making not a damn lick of sense. Slow it down, boy-o; what're you trying to say?"
Keiter turned his muzzle down and to the side as if in thought. "Maybe not seen, but felt. You have lost so much in your life, but deep inside your spirit wants to be free. It knows you deserve more, so it pushes you to keep reaching out! For help, to connect! To remember what it was like-"
"All right, I've heard enough."
"He- He's not wrong." Tess leaned towards the woman, swallowing hard. "You're worth everything you want in life, but maybe you feel like you aren't? That's frustrating, I. . . I know it is. I hate it when I look at myself in a mirror- I miss who I was and I live in a scary place. I can't go back home, I can't ask for help from any of them." Tess licked her lips. "Sarah helped me."
"She helped me, too." Keiter reached for Leslie's hand. The woman didn't pull away. "You are stronger than you realize, or you would not be upset. This isn't a life you want or deserve, but it doesn't mean you can't live it." He glanced up at Tess, she imagined to ask for support.
"Yeah." Tess smiled absently. "You have friends."
Leslie fixed her attention to a point between her guests, somehow regarding both of them. She took a deep breath and sighed it through her nose. "Friends that'll be gone when morning comes."
"We're only gone when you stop thinking of us," Tess said lightly. "Friends are forever."
The older woman chuckled. "That's the cheesiest thing I've heard all night." Even as she said it her cheeks warmed a few degrees, a blush that quickly spread over her features. She glanced away, dampened her lips. "So, uh 'friends', what would you suggest then?"
The two looked at one another and for a brief instant Tess caught a flicker of something curious in Keiter's eyes; a challenge, maybe? Before she could puzzle it out, he exposed his teeth in an awkward smile and said, "I would suggest consider opening your heart to Isira. To dig out your passions, to see the world through new eyes.
"Given what you know, who you are, what you want and what you hold in your heart. You know you can have anything you wished! For tonight, let's laugh at our pain. . . .accept it and sing in joy. The future awaits us, moment by moment. We can have better, we *deserve* better-" he clasped his little hands around hers. "Just for tonight, let's remember what it was like to be happy."
The room went quiet but for the clopping of hooves outside, an all encompassing sound that was deafening to Tess's oversensitive ears. Leslie's expression had gone a little slack and, for the first time since meeting her, she saw something different in the older human. A tear rolled down the woman's cheek as she looked away.
Then Tess noticed that Leslie's hand was clutching Keiter's own. | literotica |
Title: How I Met Lindsey Sanderson
Tags: first meeting, bus, flatmates
*Welcome to my first instalment of my Scott MacLean series. I would just like to point that all characters were a figment of my imagination so if any similarities have occurred, it is merely coincidence and completely unintentional. Many thanks to SpongeRob and JoeyS69 for their help and suggestions. Please feel free to comment at the end of the story. All comments are gratefully received, no matter how critical they might be, as it shows that you have taken some time out to read my work.*
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"Dammit," I muttered under my breath. I'd forgotten to pick up the carrier bag I'd left by the door. No biggie, just some suits and a dress for Lindsey to drop in at the dry cleaners. But still, for me, it wasn't the fact they would now be a day later in being deposited, it was the fact I'd forgotten them completely. And the wrath I'd face when I returned home later.
Sighing with frustration at my lack of memory, I checked my watch to see if it was at all possible to get from the bus stop to the house and back again in... 3 minutes? Maybe if I was in the habit of regularly forgetting things so I had lots of practise of running from here to my house or they fitted modern day watches with morphing capabilities, then yes. Seeing as the morphing-man-transporter hasn't been invented at bus stops either...
Anyway, no chance of getting that carrier bag now, I spotted the bus coming up the road. I say bus, I really mean yellow and purple monster.
"Morning," I said to the driver once he'd pulled up with a screech of brakes and the doors scraped open. He responded with a nod. The silent type. There's generally three types of bus driver I've found. The worst is the chatty, friendly type who wants your life story before they give you your ticket. Then there's the angry bus driver who isn't bad unless you mention something like "Good morning" (which is how I learnt to only open with the time of day, and not to qualify it with anything), and who flicks your change into the relevant compartments just a little too aggressively. Then there's the silent type. These are highly unpredictable folk. I see them as hermits behind their Perspex screens who exist solely to drive people around for a few hours taking money when someone's generous enough to pop some on the tray. I'm sure kids these days have latched on to the silent types as an excellent form of getting free rides.
"Single to Lakeside Road please," I say, putting a pound coin lightly in the tray.
The driver coughs. And just looks at me.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, wondering if this man had completely lost the power of speech.
A long bony finger points to the digital display indicating I'm in fact 20 pence short. The crafty silent type, overcharging the honest customer by putting in the wrong starting stop. Grinding my teeth, I fish around in my jeans searching for loose change. I slam a 50p coin on the tray, giving the driver a glare. Nonchalantly, he pops the change on the tray along with a ticket and immediately drives off at break neck speed.
Once he has reached a continuous speed and I've stopped hanging on to the rails for dear life, I stagger my way down the aisle, aiming for the spare seats towards the back. Thankfully it's not busy today.
The bus comes to a screeching halt again, causing the woman in front of me to drop her book as the clientele are thrown forwards. There's a chorus of tutting and disappointed noises from the people behind me.
A girl in her mid-twenties, her long red hair blowing about behind her gets on the bus. This is Amie, who works with me. She's not the sort of girl many people would give a second glance to. Well, that used to be the case. About six months ago she claimed to be going on holiday for a week, and turned up the next week sporting massively altered breasts. And I'm not exaggerating, she must have gone up at least four cup sizes.
Apart from her 'prize assets' as she refers to them, she is otherwise quite unremarkable to look at. When she opens her mouth though, the world melts and you're transported away to a magical kingdom. She has an Irish accent. I die for Irish accents. Call them my weakness if you like, but when I hear the sweeping tones of a young Irish female, my heart skips a beat and standing up suddenly becomes an effort. Work definitely has its perks sometimes. As she retrieves her ticket, I give her a wave as she looks up.
"Silent type huh?" she says clambering up next to me, the Irish lilt in her voice quite apparent this morning. I rest my hands on my knees in a futile attempt to stop them quivering.
"Evil silent type," I confirm.
"Really? He only charged me 90 pence."
I turn to glance at her. "Must be the low cut top you're wearing," I say, nodding at her cleavage. "Did you inflate them extra large this morning for added effect?"
She smiles back at me. "I knew there was a reason I put on a push up bra today," she replies, a twinkle in her eye.
There's not much to add to that, just another good opportunity to peek down her top.
"That's it Scotty, you get your eyeful in now, might stop you doing it at work," she says, catching me in the act.
"Well, if you didn't put those things under my nose, I wouldn't be tempted to look now would I?" I retort, pointing at the offending articles, sat high up on her chest, practically taunting me.
"If you've got it, flaunt it," she replies haughtily, leaning down to fiddle around in her bag for something, giving me another perfect opportunity to sneak a peek as her breasts swing forward. She comes back up clutching a pocket mirror and some lipstick.
I sit and stare out of the window for a bit, trying to stop my head turning the other way to ogle Amie's rack, which is the main activity on my way to work in the mornings. She doesn't mind me doing it. In fact I think she secretly likes the attention, but always makes a big show of making me out to be some kind of breast obsessed pervert (which in all fairness I am). It's probably the fact that I know Amie and it's quickly become one of our bits of banter that's meant it's developed to a daily ritual. Deep down I think it's more the fact she turns me on something chronic and making jokes about it all is my lame attempt to try and hide that fact.
But I try and maintain the banter option. It's safer and stops me blurting out that I fancy her like crazy when I'm drunk. I go out for a game of squash and a few drinks a fair bit with her other half and I still haven't figured out whether he's the type to appreciate people he knows casting her longing looks or not.
"How's things with the new flatmate today then Scotty?" Amie asks, now reading a newspaper she acquired from somewhere, not taking her eyes off the Hot Gossip page and starting a conversation at the same time. How do women do it?
Ah yes. Lindsey. "Yeah, they're OK I guess. She'll be mad that I forgot to take her dress to the cleaners again by the time I get home, but hey, I'm only human."
I did originally have the flat to myself, but ended up having to advertise for a flatmate to move into the spare room when I realised there was nothing to be gained by being noble, trying to survive on my own. Lindsey was the one of the last people of a pretty poor bunch to enquire. But as soon as I opened the door, and she walked into the flat for the first time, my whole life shifted direction.
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(3 weeks ago)
The door buzzer went, waking me up from my doze on the sofa. "Dammit," I muttered. I'd not meant to fall asleep, I was supposed to be tidying the flat for my next round of flatmate interviews.
I clambered over a pile of magazines and made my way to the front door, frantically trying to flatten my hair from its newfound tousled state.
I took a moment to compose myself before opening the front door. I was expecting a 25 year old female who enjoyed nights out and playing the violin apparently. Lizzie something was it? She had rung up this morning while I was on my way out the door so I hadn't paid the greatest attention.
I undid the latch and was greeted with the sight of a tall, slim brunette, dressed simply in a white blouse and a pair of skin tight jeans. I liked what I saw...
"Hello there, I'm Scott MacLean, welcome to number 30," I said eventually, extending a hand.
She grinned. It was an impish grin that implied she could be a lot of fun, and for some reason this immediately made me relax. "Well, hello Scott MacLean. I'm Lindsey Sanderson." She shook the proffered hand firmly.
Lindsey. That was it.
"Well, come on in. Can I get you a drink? Tea? Coffee?" I asked as she made her way over the threshold. I'd learnt the importance of just trying to be warm and friendly to begin with. A lot of the interviewees had been over-nice to me which I found very off-putting. Like they were pretending we had already met and knew my life story.
She did this adorable foot shuffle and gave me a sheepish look, a finger twirling in her long dark hair. "Can I be really cheeky?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Sure."
"Well, I didn't think you'd have any tea that I'd like, so I brought a few bags of my own," she said.
"Ermmm, sure. I'll show you the kitchen. If you'd like to step this way," I said, ushering her down the hall, my mind half curious to assess what she looked like from the back. I wasn't disappointed. Her jeans were moulded to a very pert bottom. The sort that you just want to reach out and touch in the street when one walks past you. Not that I ever did. As if touching it would get you anywhere... Well, apart from in jail in all probabilities.
I followed her into my freshly painted kitchen. I'd gone for a country feel, two walls spring green, the others a darker green with a cream ceiling.
"Nice kitchen. Did you do it yourself?" she said, nodding her head towards the paint tins I'd carefully arranged in the corner.
"Sure did," I said, looking around at my handiwork for the umpteenth time that week.
"I'm very impressed," Lindsey added. "I like a man with practical skills." She raised an eyebrow at me, which I took as an indication to smile.
"Well, thanks. Can't do much else, but I'm ok with a tin of paint and a roller."
"Yeah, I could really have done with a handsome hunk doing my old place up. It was a complete shambles, paint flaking off the walls and everything. I had to find someplace else before I died of depression."
OK, I wasn't ashamed of what I saw in the mirror every morning, but I wouldn't have called myself handsome by any means. I was just a 27 year old white male who did press ups when I could be bothered and kept my hair neat and tidy. I had been told by previous girlfriends that I had a kind face, whatever that meant. But it felt like she'd just cast me an invisible line and now she was reeling me in. Handsome hunk? Was she just playing me to get the room? I was intrigued.
I flicked the switch on the kettle to distract me from such thoughts while I thought of potential topics of conversation. Lindsey was busy looking out of the window at the small paved area that was supposed to be a patio, humming a song that I vaguely recognised from the radio. She wiggled her butt while she did it and I wasn't sure if it just went along with the song or it was for my benefit.
Moments later, we were sat facing each other at the kitchen table, mugs of tea in front of us.
"So, how long have you been in the area?" I asked, keeping it simple. I'd always found girls love it when you can somehow get the conversation round to talking about them.
"Not all that long really. I've got a job at St. Andrew's Primary School. It's just round the corner from here so it's dead convenient for me this place. I could only really afford that shabby flat in the centre of the city, but the walk up the hill was a bitch in the mornings." She made a sad face.
"Yeah, I'll bet," I replied, taking a mouthful of scalding hot tea, immediately making me regret that decision. "So, which year do you teach?"
She blew on her tea before taking a sip, giving me a wink as she did so. Wasn't any need for her to rub it in... "Oh, the 8-9 year olds. Could be worse. They're just about the right age, still cute and cuddly but trying to grow up at the same time," she says with a smile. It was the smile she'd given me earlier, enchanting and charming, with just the right amount of teeth.
I nodded. "Planning on having kids one day?" I put forward as lightly as I could. Too strong and it sounds like you're planning on impregnating them on the spot. I'd already made that mistake with one interested party this week...
"Depends if I find a suitable guy to have them with," she replied, doing that finger twirling thing with her hair again. Was that subtle flirtation? And I noticed she was also playing me very carefully. Gently prodding, examining my personality to see if I'd react to subtle provocation.
"A statement like that sounds like you haven't found him yet then," I said, trying to keep my voice level and uninterested.
"Not yet, no," she answered back carefully, deliberately, her eyes locked on mine.
I held her gaze, suddenly feeling very naked as her eyes burned into mine. It felt like she was examining my deepest innermost thoughts. I got the impression, don't ask me how, that something in her was slightly aroused.
It's all well and good establishing something like that Scotty, I thought to myself, but what's the next step? I scanned her face, trying to read her expression.
All she did was crack me that grin again, which made me smile as well. I had to give her credit, she was definitely good with people.
"Would you like to see the rest of the flat, Miss Sanderson?" I asked after another couple of sipping exchanges.
She burst out into laughter. Always a good sign, making a woman laugh, but not when you hadn't intended to be funny.
She spotted my confused expression. "Oh..., it's just so... so funny... to hear... someone my age say it," she said amidst fits of giggles.
Of course. Primary school teacher. She must get called Miss Sanderson at least fifty times a day. Welcome to the Scott MacLean master class in being an idiot...
"Just call me Lindsey," she said, rescuing me from what could have been a potentially awkward pause.
"OK. Lindsey. Right." Now I couldn't even string a sentence together. Trying to move on as quickly as I could, I decided to just get on with it. "Well, this is the living room. Just the bare essentials, but feel free to make it as homely as you like, I'm not fussy..."
The tour was brief. We had a quick look in all the rooms and I could see her imagining herself living here, where she'd put her stuff, that sort of thing. All the time though I was consciously aware of my growing attraction to her. The way she laughed, not a mere chuckle, but more of a giggly laugh that went on for a few moments, I found endearing. When I spoke she gave me her full attention and always asked sensible questions. She was pretty in her own sparkly, jovial way, had a wacky sense of humour and this charming innocence. My mind was made up that I'd offer her the room.
We ended up back in the kitchen. "So, what do you think?" I asked her tentatively.
"I like it. Lots," she answered with another of those grins.
"So you'll take it?" I was willing her to with every inch of my being.
"You mean I can stay here?" she asked, sounding surprised. Genuinely surprised as well, not just putting it on for show. Either that or she had a side job in acting.
"It's there if you want it," I replied, sounding a lot less ecstatic than I actually was.
She made this kind of squeal noise and leapt on me, unintentionally pinning me against the wall. Her arms had looped around my neck and mine instinctively wrapped themselves round her, trying to stop her tumbling to the floor.
It was at that moment, where our faces were a few centimetres apart and my head was resting against the wall. It was one of the moments where the world stops turning and the only thing that matters is the moment you're in right now. Our eyes were locked together, asking a silent question, before that invisible magnetism pulled us in towards each other. Her soft lips brushed against mine, tentatively at first, but then more aggressively, as her tongue sought out mine. Every nerve in my body felt as if there were several hundred volts of electricity running through it. She smelled delicious, with a hint of lavender and my heartbeat began to quicken.
With her eyes closed, she pulled away, breaking the connection. She blinked a few times, as if to clear her vision. When they did, her eyes were wide, giving her the look of being slightly spaced out. I was still seeing stars.
"Wow," she said, sounding a little husky.
"Yeah wow," I agreed, my voice too on the husky side. I realised I was still holding her tightly in my arms.
Neither of us were quite sure what to say. We just keep looking at each other, trying to establish what it all meant.
"Am I still OK to move in?" she asked after several moments.
"Definitely," was my faint reply. She'd completely short-circuited me.
"Well, if you let me down, I'll go and start packing," she said. I obliged, my arms falling away, just hanging limply at my sides, watching helplessly as she let herself out, wondering if she would actually come back.
\*\*\*
(Back to the present)
I unlocked the door, dumping my keys on the hall table before heading into the kitchen. The radio was on, which usually meant that Lindsey was in. Or that I'd forgotten to turn it off in the morning.
Work had plodded along at its usual pace, nothing new there. All I wanted to do now was plonk myself in front of the TV and just crash.
"Linds?" I called out. "You there?"
Usually, she popped her head out of her room and shared the general pleasantries before burying herself in a stack of marking. We didn't generally talk that much in the evenings. I was always in front of the box and she was always busy marking. Not hearing any reply, I decided to check her room. The door was closed, which wasn't a good sign, it was hardly ever closed. I knocked on it gently, pressing my ear to the crack.
"Linds? You in here?"
I could hear muffled sounds but there was still no reply. What was going on?
"Linds? Ready or not, I'm coming in."
Things were very odd, something was not quite right somewhere. I opened the door, which gave me a view of her bed with her bag on it. She was definitely in here.
She was sat at her table in front of the window a pile of children's workbooks next to her.
I made my way over. "Linds? Is everything OK? I've been calling you, but I got no reply," I said gently, putting a hand on her shoulder.
She whipped round, startled. "Oh God Scott, I never heard you come in. What have I told you about sneaking up on me?"
The first thing that struck me was that she had been crying, her mascara streaked down her face.
"I wasn't sneaking up on you Linds," I replied wearing a concerned expression. "Something's wrong. You can talk to me you know, if something's upsetting you."
"Wrong? Who said anything was wrong?" she said, trying to sound a bit brighter.
I just folded my arms and looked at her, waiting for her to crack. It didn't take long.
She burst into tears, covering her face with her hands. "Oh Scotty, I've just had a bad day at work that's all," she said, her voice muffled by her hands.
I perched on the end of the bed. "Hey, look at me," I said, repositioning my hand back on her shoulder. She spread her fingers slightly so she could see me, her eyes glistening with tears.
"What happened? At work? Tell me, I want to know."
"Well, I got called into the head's office and she basically gave me a big dressing down, told me I had to buck up my act if I wanted to continue with my job. She was horrible, really horrible. She made me feel so small," Lindsey explained between sobs.
"Come here Linds, let me give you a hug," I said softly, opening my arms to her. She wrapped an arm around me, pressing her head into my chest. Ever since she'd moved in properly we had never really been this close, except once. She was always preparing, or marking. I'd invited her to join me in front of the TV, but she always kindly refused and returned to her room.
"It was really horrible Scotty, I've never felt worse. I mean, I knew she was a hard nosed bitch, but she was just so cruel and straight to the point. It chilled me to the core."
I didn't quite know what to say, so I just rubbed her arm affectionately, allowing her to tell her story at her own pace.
"My life's just been so scattered this last year. I just want a place that I can call home, y'know? That flat in town just gave me the creeps, I had to get out of there. My mind's all over the place. I have such a hard job trying to keep it together at school sometimes."
I was quite happy to let her ramble.
"I'm afraid I'm going to go into meltdown sometimes, the pressure of work's really starting to get to me now and that was before Bitchface had a go at me."
"Mmmmm," was all I could think to say giving her arm a gentle squeeze.
She became silent, tears still trickling down her face, lost in her thoughts. I had no idea how long we were sat there.
I had absolutely no idea either that she was stressed out about work or anything. At that moment I admired her even more than I already did for having the strength to keep herself together without letting it show.
"Thanks Scotty," she said eventually, her voice a bit more composed now.
"Hey, no worries," I replied. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah," she said, her face cracking into a weak smile before she snuggled back into my chest again.
A few more minutes passed with us sat there in silence. I could hear the cars go past in the street and the sound of people walking on the footpath.
"Scotty? Will you be honest with me?" Lindsey asked into my chest, breaking the spell.
"Yeah, sure. About what?"
"Do you still think about the day I moved in?"
Ah yes... Maybe I didn't quite tell the whole story...
\*\*\*
I was restless. I paced round the kitchen, up and down the hall, around my bedroom, even the spare room. It had been at least 3 hours since she left. Had the kiss been a complete mistake? Had I initialised it? Had I scared her off?
I went over it again in my head. I was sure there had been mutual head movement, but I needed confirmation. Another kiss would do. Something. Anything!
The door buzzer went. Was this it? Was it her? I thought I'd cancelled all of the other interviews and I wasn't expecting anybody. It had to be her. It just had to be.
I opened the door, holding my breath.
"Hello," said a man I'd never seen in my life before, holding a large sports bag. My heart sank.
"Hey buddy, now's not a good time if you're trying to sell me something," I said patting him on the arm.
"I'm not trying to sell you anything sir," he replied. "I'm just dropping young Lindsey round with all her kit."
I could have hugged him. Sure enough, there she was scrambling up the path, dragging a suitcase behind her.
"Just go on in mate," I told the guy, "dump it in the room on the left." He nodded and went inside.
"Lindsey, God, I thought you were never coming back!" I exclaimed, walking down my front steps to meet her.
"Hey Scott. Sorry I took so long, I was waiting for Ian and his van," she replied giving me a strained smile.
"It doesn't matter," I smiled back. "Need a hand with anything?"
"Just grab anything out of the blue van just down the street," she called over her shoulder.
When everything was inside and Ian said his goodbyes, we both slumped down on the sofa, surrounded by bags and cases.
"You've certainly got a lot of stuff," I commented, looking around.
"Well, I didn't really pack properly. I just threw everything in bags before Ian arrived," she replied. "He was a neighbour," she added, answering the question that was on my lips.
"Ah right, gotcha," I answered.
I noticed she was looking at me. I wasn't sure what the look meant, so I just stared back.
And then, it happened again. She had moved forwards a fraction, but I was already there. Deciding to take a bit more control this time, I took hold of her chin and kissed her fully on the mouth, to which she gave a little groan. She still smelled of lavender, with a slight aroma of perfume this time. Enough to be sexy but not too much so as to indicate she washed in it. I could feel my cock harden in my pants as her tongue flicked into my mouth and begin swirling around.
Still mid-kiss her hand went to stroke the back of my head and she somehow manoeuvred herself under me on the sofa. My breathing was becoming harder and my heart rate was racing. I had been dreaming of this moment for several hours and I wanted to make it last as long as possible.
She broke the kiss and started to kiss my neck, wrapping her legs around me which put my rapidly hardening cock in the promising position of rubbing her pubic mound through her jeans.
I decided to seize the initiative again by gently nibbling an ear lobe, to which she uttered another groan, this one slightly louder than the previous one and I felt her breathing a lot deeper than before. Her hands were now running up and down my spine sending goosebumps across my back.
My hands were now stroking her face and I kissed her fully on the lips again, my tongue making the first move this time, plunging into her mouth. She suddenly gripped my back and gave a long moan, muffled by my tongue, which thrust her mound against my crotch again.
I broke the kiss and moved to kissing her neck, causing her to squirm around beneath me. Her breathing now was coming out in small gasps, forcing her breasts against my chest every time she breathed in.
"Oh Scott..." she murmured in my ear, her hot breath tickling my lobe, sending further shockwaves down my spine.
I trailed my way down her neck, undoing the top button of her blouse so I had access to her collar bone, which I then preceded to nibble at gently. This too was greatly received with her most guttural moan so far.
There was no way I could get much further on the sofa, so I stood up and picked her up, carrying her carefully through the doorway and into my bedroom, putting her down gently on the kingsize bed. I slipped off my t-shirt casting it on the floor, and then joined her on the bed, lying next to her on my side.
She just lay there for a few moments, the swell of her breasts under her gaping blouse rising and falling with each breath. It was mesmerising to watch.
She turned her head slightly to look at me, opening one eye.
"Is that it? You're just going to lie there and watch me?" she asked, her voice quite breathy.
I shook my head dumbly. My mouth felt dry.
"Well get over here then silly, you can't leave me here like this, my panties are soaked now, you could at least finish the job."
It was the sign I had been waiting for. I leaned over her and kissed her again as she ran her fingers over my chest, causing a fresh wave of goosebumps to prickle over my back. I pulled her over on top of me this time, reaching out to undo her blouse. She slapped my hand playfully, proceeding to gyrate her hips on top of my already fully hard penis. She then slowly undid each button of her blouse, until it was fully open, making sure her hips were in full contact at all times.
We remained in that position for a few moments, her hips gyrating in the same pattern, painfully slow sweeps, causing my cock to throb in anticipation every time she rubbed herself against the head. The look of lust on her face was plain to see, her eyes glazed with wanton desire, still breathing heavily.
"So then, what do you want to do next?" she asked, a playful edge to her voice now. She took one of my fingers in her mouth, and began teasing it with her tongue, her eyes focussed on mine all the time.
I wasn't quite sure what to say, so I just reached inside her open blouse and gently cupped a breast through her bra. This caused her to suck my finger a little harder. I worked my hand in under her bra, brushing her nipple with my fingertips causing her to throw her head back and moan with desire.
"You don't like to talk much doing this do you?" she remarked. I merely replied by giving her nipple a quick squeeze. It was true though, previous girlfriends had said the same.
"Why don't you just keep it simple, like say what you're feeling or something. Or what the other person is doing to you, that usually works for me. You'd be amazed at how much better the sex is with communication," she commented, putting the flat of her palms square on my chest now, still persisting with the hip movements.
No harm in trying I thought. "How far do you want to go?"
She smiled sweetly. "All the way baby! If you don't start ripping clothes off me soon, I think I might actually melt..."
"OK, well... here goes. You're doing delightful things to my penis, just gyrating around it, that feels like heaven, don't stop doing that... this isn't sounding stupid is it?"
"Oh no Scotty, you just keep going down there..." she replied, her breath coming in small gasps now. She wasn't going round in circles with her hips any more, more just grinding her damp crotch on my erection.
"I can feel how wet you are through your trousers... You're soaking down there..."
"Well, you've turned me on so much Scotty, I just want to feel you pound me with that throbbing cock of yours."
It was my turn to moan.
"Oh Scotty, when you do that, you rub your cock on my clit, it sends flashes in front of my eyes... do it again..." Lindsey half-whispered.
I obliged, watching her body tremble with pleasure. She then leant back and slipped her bra off, her breasts springing into view for the first time, nipples very much outright. I then cupped them in my hands, brushing the points with my thumbs.
"Scotty... It feels so good, keep teasing me... don't stop, don't stop... that's it Scotty boy, just keep touching them like that..." She let out a small scream as I leaned upright and took a nipple into my mouth. "Keep going... that's driving me insanely wild... Fuck that's good... keep going Scotty. That's it, tweak the other one, pinch the nipple... Bite the one in your mouth, I want some teeth!"
I was beginning to worry about the neighbours when she let out a really loud scream as I bit down quite hard on her nipple.
"Oh Scotty, you've gotta fuck me in a minute, I'll explode in excitement if you don't... That's it, twitch that cock of yours, I can feel that against my clit... Go on... bite me again, bite me... Bite me! BITE ME!"
Deciding that I'd teased and tormented her enough, I pushed her on to her back and began to undo the buttons on her jeans. When they had all popped open, I slid her jeans off her legs revealing that she hadn't worn any underwear. Which probably explained the dark patch on her jeans.
Her pussy wasn't my focus yet though, as I resumed nibbling at her breasts, taking each one in my mouth alternately to the sound of continuous moans.
"Scotty, that tongue of yours... keep teasing me... that's it, keep kissing my breasts, just like that... like that... It's turning me on beyond belief Scotty, that's it... like that... Now you're working your way down my tummy, you're licking my tummy... you're in my pubic hair... Oh Scotty, I love that tongue of yours! Keep going, don't tease me, lick me out... lick me out!"
In all truth she didn't have much pubic hair, which I always found a turn on. She'd trimmed it to her small triangle above her slit. Her pussy lips were already swollen and I could smell the strong musky scent of her vagina. Her pink folds were already glistening with moisture and I dove straight in tongue first, to much approval from Lindsey, her pussy bucking against my mouth.
"Scotty baby... I'm so wet for you... Just, just there... right there... you've got it... yes, yes, yes... oh God yes..." I could feel her pushing on the back of my head which encouraged me to press a little harder and probe a little faster.
"I'm gonna cum Scotty, I'm gonna cum on your face, oh God, you feel so good, don't stop... don't stop... any second now, I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING!" She let out a loud grunt and began to shake uncontrollably. Her thighs clamped around my ears and my tongue became coated in her juices, her legs quivering around me.
When she relaxed I was finally able to come up for air.
"Oh Scotty," she moaned, "you've ruined me, everything's tingling... breathing hurts, I'm on fire..." I just leaned over and stroked her hair until her world stopped spinning, her muttering continuing, breathing coming in big gasps.
"How are you feeling?" I asked several moments later.
"Unbelievable... I've never felt anything so intense," she said faintly, as she opened her eyes, blinking against the light.
"Seriously?" I enquired.
"Seriously," she confirmed. "Sure I've had guys lap away at me til I cum, but for some reason everything in my body just went haywire... Now... I reckon I'm ready to feel that cock of yours inside me," she said, indicating the bulge in my pants.
I undid my trousers and wriggled them off my legs, promptly followed by my underwear. I saw Lindsey lick her lips.
"Boy, have I been looking forward to this," she muttered making her way down the bed before wrapping a fist around my manhood and gently kissing the tip all over. It wasn't long before she popped it in her mouth and began to swirl her tongue all around it, much to my delight.
She opened her mouth long enough to utter the words, "Tell me what I'm doing" before promptly resuming her ministrations.
"Lindsey... You're a legend, that's it... lick my shaft, let me feel your tongue around the tip... That feels... feels great... oh God, that's it... your tongue feels so good... so good... oh God, oh God, oh God... yes, yeeeeees... "
It wasn't long before I could only moan, as talented as Lindsey was. I think she could sense that I was on the verge of a powerful orgasm and she slowed right down until she was literally just kissing my tip again.
"I want to save some of that cream for later," she explained. "Right now, I want this cock inside me and for you to give me a damn good fucking," she snarled at me.
"Do you want to be on top?" I enquired as politely as I could, in complete contrast to her aggression.
"Aw, you're such a gentleman," Lindsey replied, the sweetness that I was used to returning to her voice. The answer to my question was a resounding yes as she held my shaft up and pointed it at her entrance.
"You ready?" she asked her voice thick with lust now, as she nestled the tip amongst her folds. I could feel the heat of her pussy already and I was hardly touching it.
"Oh God yes," I muttered and with that, my cock was engulfed in a vice like grip by her soaking pussy as she slammed herself down on me with such force, I could have sworn my cock touched her cervix.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed as she sat there on her haunches, my cock still buried in her vagina. I could feel her vaginal muscles contract, almost as if they were milking me.
"Hell yeah Lindsey!" I growled. "I LOVE IT! You feel so good... You're so tight and wet, and those muscles are amazing..."
She merely gave me a grin and then began to slowly grind herself on my cock, burying it even further inside her.
"Oh boy," she sighed. "You're cock feels amazing inside me, I just want to savour this feeling."
"Be my guest," I replied thoroughly enjoying the sensations myself, laying back on the pillows as her muscles continued to work their magic.
"Scott. Look at me," she said, looking down at me intensely, resting her hands on my chest again. "I want you to fuck me. Properly. Don't hold anything back, just go crazy. I like it hard and rough, I don't care how we do it, so long as you pound me like there's no tomorrow."
"As you wish Miss Sanderson," I replied, throwing in something I'd been considering since she arrived. I got the response I was looking for.
"Scott MacLean, you're going to regret that," she said, waving a threatening finger at me.
"Oh really?" I promptly picked her up, with her still impaled on my cock and laid her on the edge of the bed, hooking her legs over my shoulders.
"Scotty... Go on, drive that cock into me! Go on, drive it in me... Pound me, fuck me, don't hold back!"
I wasted no time in withdrawing and then slamming straight back into her, my balls slapping against her butt.
"Oh God Scotty... Yes... Don't hold back! Fuck me, FUCK ME!" she screamed.
I did the withdraw and slam procedure several more times before deciding that enough was enough and began to pump away at her with every bit of strength that I could muster.
"That's it Scotty, fuck me, ah... oh God Scotty, keep going, I can feel you hitting my G-spot every time, keep going, ah, fuck me... harder... harder... you're turning me on so much, don't ever stop... I just want to do this all night..."
"Yeah, me too, your pussy is like a vice Miss Sanderson, I just want to keep pounding it, like this... Just want to keep pounding..."
She was by far more vocal than I dared to be. "Oooooh my God Scott, you're filling me up with your cock, fuck me, fuck me, harder... harder... I'm gonna cum around your cock, don't stop, harder... don't stop, keep fucking me, like that... like that..."
Her words became less and less coherent as she approached her orgasm. I could have sworn the family over the road would have heard her scream as she went over the edge, her body losing whatever control it had left, writhing around so much that my cock slipped out of her pussy. I stood there stroking my penis and watching in amazement as juices poured out of her, trickling down into her asshole and on to the bedspread. When she had calmed down, I noticed small patches of sweat had broken out on her stomach and chest and she was breathing as hard as ever.
"Oh my God..." she groaned, finally recovering her speech. She looked up at me with a dazed expression. "Are you close?"
I nodded.
"Give it to me big boy..." she moaned, spreading her pussy lips with two fingers.
I promptly slammed straight back into her, not holding her legs this time. I leant over her still pumping my cock into her pussy, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She tried to kiss me back, but she just couldn't muster the strength.
I continued thrusting as fast as I could for several minutes before I felt the familiar tingle in my balls.
"When I cum, where do you want it Miss Sanderson?"
These words seemed to have some sort of effect on her and her eyes opened. "Cum in my mouth, definitely in my mouth," she said faintly between moans.
"Mouth it is," I confirmed, concentrating firmly on reaching orgasm with her this time.
"Oh my God Scotty, I'm gonna come again... I don't believe it... I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."
"Hang on," I groaned. "I'm with you... I'm with you... Right, I'm pulling out!"
She sat up at once and grabbed my cock with two hands, burying the head in her mouth and began to suck for all she was worth. I came a few seconds later, bellowing as several large spurts pouring down her throat. She took it all as well, swallowing frantically as I kept filling her mouth with my seed.
When I finally stopped erupting, and she had swallowed every last drop and swirled her tongue around several times to make sure, we collapsed on the bed next to each other, both dripping with sweat, the smell of our sex in an aura around us.
"Wow..." she said a few minutes later. "And I thought kissing you made me see stars."
"Yeah wow..." I replied. "That was quite intense..."
"Definitely," she murmured. "Are you the sort of guy who falls asleep straight after sex?"
"Not straight away," I answered, "I do like the afterglow part too."
"Good," she said with a sleepy smile and linked her hand with mine, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
I took in her naked body for the first time properly, looking at every curve as she dozed. Her breathing had slowed right down now, but I still loved the way her breasts jiggled as she breathed in and out.
It didn't take long before I noticed she was completely asleep, sprawled on her back. Unlinking my hand, I retrieved a blanket from the cupboard and covered her gently. I retrieved my underwear from the floor and stood in the doorway to watch her and try to burn the images of what we'd just done on the inside of my eyelids. After several minutes, I went and kipped on the sofa for the night.
\*\*\*
"Well? Do you?" she asked again.
"Yes. Yes, I couldn't forget a night like that Linds. It was one of the greatest nights of my life," I replied as sincerely as I could.
"Honestly?" she said looking up at me with wide eyes.
"Honestly," I confirmed.
"I was scared that I'd done something wrong when I woke up and found you sleeping on the sofa," she said looking away.
"I just wanted to give you some space. You looked so peaceful laid on the bed, fast asleep. I didn't want to risk waking you."
She gave me a smile, her eyes still brimming with tears. "Really?"
"Yeah, absolutely. Is that why you've been a bit off with me for these last few weeks? You thought I hated you?"
"A little bit," she replied timidly. "Work's been a pain as well though, but I really thought you'd seen me as a one night thing."
"I thought I'd done something wrong myself, which is why you were being off with me," I admitted. "And as for a one nighter? No way, I want to experience all that again please."
"Really?" she asked again, summoning a stronger smile this time and she moved her face up to the same level as mine. I couldn't help but notice a glint in her eye.
"What would you say if I asked if I could kiss you right now?" she asked me, her voice barely audible.
"Yes," I said softly and kissed her just as I had three weeks ago, fully on the mouth, my tongue darting between her slightly parted lips as her body slipped under mine on her bed. | literotica |
Title: The Cerebral Corporate Cortex by sonious
Tags: Espionage, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Mouse, Skunk, Snake, spy
The squeak of a turning faucet brought to end the warm comforting waterfall of the shower. The skunk let out a bit of a sigh, leaving the comfort provided by the cleansing waters was never easy. He knew it could never last forever though, especially not with his job where he injected himself into the world of filth and villainy on a daily basis.
Tonight especially, he was sure he'd be needing another shower soon afterwards as his employer, simply known as "The Agency" had uncovered a major lead implicating the CEO of a mental help clinic called "Mental Mending Inc." has been doing more than just helping the psychologically troubled, but instead has started to use his hypnotic abilities to corner the market. Doing so they not only created a fanatical client base, but also freeing the company of labor costs by enslaving the workers.
One would think that such a growing operation would have been easily detected by the government, or some other source of power. However every time an outsider had gone to inspect for suspicious activity, there was no protest or note of what was really going on in there. Obviously, it is under suspicion that they were mentally coerced.
The skunk put on his jacket as he stepped out the door of his well furbished abode, making his way down past the lobby and heading to his vehicle. As he pulled his keys from his jacket pocket a voice came from the shadows.
"Agent Herring, I presume." it called out causing the skunk to spin away from his vehicle, noting a silhouette by the nearby pillar, a trail of smoke coming from a cigarette lit in the mouth of the stranger.
His codename was always strange, but then again most of them were. Usually never correlating with the species they actually were. The skunk not knowing who this individual was or how they knew his code name left him a bit on edge. He reached for a concealed weapon gripping it in his paw, the cold handle of the metallic device giving some assurance.
"Excuse me?" the skunk's voice remained calm, someone in his line of work had to at least appear to always be in control of the situation; as strange or dangerous as it seemed. "I am afraid you are mistaken."
A puff of smoke arose from the pillar as the shadowy form moved closer, but never revealed itself to the light. "I am not, you are mistaken if you feel you can deceive me... for I have been deceived, time and time again. I have had to deceive, time and time again. You see, agent, I know you are about to infiltrate the Mental Mending Inc. facility at the heart of downtown. I know because I worked there, I know what you are about to walk into, and I know that you are not prepared for what awaits you."
The skunk's dark paw never left his concealed firearm, he sneered a bit. "So what, are you some messenger come to warn me? Or come to control me? I am afraid that you will not succeed, if you pull anything I will kill you."
"You misconceive my intentions agent, I wish to help you... as it would help me. You see, I wanted to make the world a better place, to make people live more stress free lives. That's why I became an employee there. But over the years, I've seen what their manipulation has done. They provide mental easement to those who can afford it, and cause anguish and fear in those that cannot. They have become a company fueled by greed, and in that effect cause more anguish than they alleviate." The figure turns to face the agent's general direction letting out another puff of smoke. "If you go as you are, you will fail as those before you. However, I have a device that will protect you."
A blue gem shimmers as the mysterious stranger pulls a sort of jeweled necklace from his pocket. "Take this. This will help you keep your mind should it attempt to be taken by your enemy."
The skunk looked upon the device for a moment, a pink paw holding it before him, he could not see anything past the creature's wrist even though the gem seemed to generate its own kind of light. The agent reached and grabbed the device with his off hand and looked down on it, the glow of the gem reflecting off his iris, almost blinding him as his pupils readjusted.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked before looking back up for the stranger. But his words struck merely upon the air around him as there was no longer anyone else with him. The jewel in his hand being the only object reminiscent of the encounter.
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He had arrived at the facility in good time. The sleek engineering of the building designed like a technological temple. For a clinic the building was surely an impressive site. A serene and well maintained park lining the front with comfortable looking benches. The flush green flowing into the concrete shore of a perimeter walkway which surrounded a cool steel colored structure that stood about three floors tall, the glass windows spotlessly reflecting the late afternoon sun in manner which would be blinding if looked directly upon.
Agent Herring stood in an abandoned and decrepit building across the street, raising a pair of binoculars to his eyes.
"I'm here." he spoke into an earpiece.
"Good, do you see the access way in the roof that we went over in briefing?" replied a voice on the other end of the line.
"Affirmative." the skunk looked down upon a schematic he had rolled out on the disheveled wooden floor. "As long as the source of this document is as reliable as you claim, the vent should take me straight into the CEO's main office, right?"
"Our sources are reliable. All we need you to do is to get a copy of Nahgah Swanson's hard drive and retrieve all the information and bring it back to headquarters."
The agent's mind went to his prior briefings. Nahgah Swanson was the full name of the current CEO of Minds Menders Inc. A rather large and well structured creature, he was named CorproWatch's most fit CEO of the year for three years running. Though, once again, information pertaining to him gathered by witnesses were always highly suspect to the agency. He was rather large at six foot four, scales of jade, eyes of emerald, and was rumored to be quite a charmer to the public. Well liked by friends, but highly feared by enemies the naga was rumored to have a very two faced personality. His seemingly genuine empathy transforming into aggression at the moment of threat.
Clearly, the agent knew that he had to proceed with the utmost of caution as he took up the schematics and plans. He turned to a heavily dented and charred metallic barrel a previous unlawful resident of the condemned building used as a heat source and used it himself to torch the plans. A customary action to keep the dealings of the agency from being discovered should anything backfire.
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It was almost surprising to Agent Herring how easy this mission was so far. The vents were rather spacious for what they were intended for. Crawling about in ducts was part of his job description, and knowing the limits on where he could go without getting horribly stuck. However, he felt as if he could fit two of himself in here and still barely be able to make his way through.
He had passed above what appeared to be a lab. A grate opening looked down from high up in the ceiling. Below were creatures in lab coats moving about, working on some sort of chemical compounds. It looked like some sort of drug producing facility.
As he was taking photos from his hidden position a loose bolt from the grate cover began to slide out. Eventually it fell loose and the skunk's heart sank as he watched it descend and hit an empty glass beaker resting on a table. There was a loud crash as the impact caused the item to tip over and roll off the table and fall to the floor.
The skunk slid back as the sound had rung throughout the room. He tried to keep into the shadows should anyone come peering up at him. However, the strangest thing had occurred. There was hardly any reaction from the lab technicians at all, the ones working on neighboring tables just went about their tasks, uninterested in the shattered glass that now lay upon the floor.
He just sat there and waited to see if anything would happen at all, or if someone was going to stumble upon it, see it, maybe even step on it. However it continued to be ignored. Zooming his camera in upon the creatures of the lab the skunk noted they looked spacy. As if they were wandering about early morning before having their cup of coffee.
There was a crunch as the large shoe of a rabbit technician stepped upon the shattered remains of the beaker. Surely the skunk expected for the scientist to stop what he was doing and take note of this change in their environment, but he kept going, toward his destination.
The behavior was most certainly strange, but it was not his main objective, it most certainly looked as if they were mindless on anything but the tasks of their work. Perhaps, he too should get back to what he was supposed to be doing.
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It seemed that the vents were almost designed for him to traverse to his objective. Agent Herring now could see into the CEO's main room. A throne room if he ever saw one. A lavish mahogany desk with a stylish mainframe setting upon it. His mission was to gather evidence off of that computer so that could be used to incriminate the snake for his ill-gotten gains.
But how he was going to do it that was another---
"Sir, sir!" a voice cut through his thoughts. A meek looking mouse, albino in coloration entered the room causing the CEO to jump in his chair a bit. There was a strange sense of familiarity with the voice, but Agent Herring shook it off as he continued to watch.
With a hiss and glance Nahgah looked to his lackey. "I told you not to interupt me while I'm working squirt!"
"I'm sorry sir, but we have a situation in the labs that needs to be looked into." when the mouse announced that the skunk spy felt his heart pound a bit, that must have been the spill he caused.
With a bit of an agitated grumbling the large snake rose from his desk and slithered for the door. "Must I do everything myself? You'd think with brainwashed workers they wouldn't be so prone to error!" his sputtering could be heard as he left the room.
This was his opportunity! The skunk quickly unhinged the vent near the ceiling and tied a line to the vent; clipping himself to it. He slid down swiftly before unhinging himself and then running up to the desk. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a computer leaching device sticking it upon the mainframe. Herring held his breath as he watched the bar upon the information device fill up, copying all the data on the computer. He hoped there wasn't too much information, though that wish was not granted as minutes went by. The skunk stayed low as he he watched the data fill up. It was torture as it got closer and closer but seemed to slow as it reached higher percentages.
"Come on, come on, come ----" the skunk coaxed under his breath before he was suddenly cut off by a coil around his throat choking off his words as he was thrown away from the machine and desk and pinned into the wall by the strong snake. His paws instinctively went up to pull at the strong reptilian muscle.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my officcce?" the serpent bellowed as he glared at him dangerously. The agent felt his air in short supply as the coil pushed his throat against the wall. The tail of the skunk agent fluffed up, he was about to spray his foul musk into the air to get his attacker to gag, but his eyes found themselves locked into the piercing jade of the serpent's eyes.
A voice swims in the agent's head as the serpent grins, the emerald eyes sparkling and reflecting off of the interlopers own helpless irises. "I guess you really wanted to work for me didn't you? Bringing peace of mind to those who can afford it...?" the skunk gave a nod as his tail started to relax. "That's it, you're only wisssh wasss to work for me. For my company. To be at peeeace. Why struggle? Struggle causes pain. You don't want pain, you want peeeeace." the words bounced about his mind the skunk's tail hanging loosely and his paws lowering from the grip on the coils at his throat. Giving up his struggle.
The albino mouse was also in the room, having returned with his boss. He held up a card he had found on the floor. The card was of an odd reflective material but had an image of the skunk on it along with some type of code. "Not really boss, he's from a government agency. Probably to spy on us." he squeaks, cutting through the inception.
Nahgah was agitated by the interruption, his jade eyes breaking from their target as he looks to his lacky. "Don't you think I know that you pip-squeak?"
With the inductive trance interrupted the weary minded skunk felt his hand trace into his jacket and grip upon the medallion he had been given in the parking lot when he left his apartment. His paw felt numb as if it were suffering from a form of carpal tunnel as his mind was buzzed. However it was now or never. He gripped as hard as he could the medallion and pulled it from his jacket just as the jade eyes turned back to target him.
When the serpents eyes fell upon the jewelry he suddenly jolted back, "It can't be!" he exclaimed as the scaled coil dropped the agent to the floor, but the skunk held the item high gasping with new found blessed breath. Nahgah's tried to move his eyes from the cool blue light as it swam forth and locked him in its grasp. His jade eyes dilated as the aura swam into him and then pulled out a green essence from the snake before entrapping it into the pennant.
The CEO froze in place, his emerald eyes replaced with the deep blue hue of the artifact that the skunk held in his paw. The agent stood up and took panting breaths as his mind started to recollect its own thoughts causing a slight stumble as he garnered his footing, looking to the snake standing with his mouth agape his tongue hanging out, eyes completely blue.
After a moment of silence the mouse lackey suddenly sounded off in jubilation, running up to the skunk and giving him a hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Oh you have freed us all! That jewel has trapped his power and freed us all! But we must destroy the medallion to end this." the rodent puts his pink paw on the agent's shoulder. "Only I know how to end it, your job is over agent, just hand me the pendent and I'll put an end to this."
The skunk felt something odd of this, he had questions. Like how did this rodent know how to use this artifact? Why couldn't get just destroy it himself? But these hesitation were ignored by his body as he simply handed the jewel over to the mouse, it was what he was supposed to do. He wasn't supposed to question it.
The meek mouse gripped the medallion in his pink paws, and as soon as it was secured he started to change in demeanor. He cackled light before bursting into a maniacal laughter. "Oh this was oh so easy Agent Herring, thank you so much for being a loyal servant."
Confusion took hold, and fear, he had to take back the blue jewel from the mouse but he couldn't move. His body wouldn't allow him to attack this mouse. Why couldn't he? His heart pounded, why could he do nothing, he was but a mouse. He could easily suppress him physically!
The mouse grinned as he moved his paw under the skunk's chin and squeezed his cheeks like a little pet. "Oh, you seem so confused, you see, that old snake... he thought he was so smart..." he pranced over to the dazed snake. "Oh you thought you were so smart, running a company, running people's lives through their minds. Treating my species as your meal ticket, as if we were lesser creatures... but I showed you... you're just one big dumb animal aren't you? You're going to sign over your company to me aren't you?"
Within the mouse's paw the medallion glew and the snake gave a nod. "Yes.... you are now in control.... the company is yours."
Agent Herring now knew he had to stop this he moved forward toward the mouse, with new found vigor he drew his weapon. "Put the medallion down!"
The mouse didn't even break a sweat "Put down the firearm, agent, your work is done." his calm meek voice commanded.
A clank was heard as the weapon fell from the skunk's grip and hit the floor. There was a fear in the agent's heart. He was listening to this mouse? Why?
The lanky pale mouse grinned to the skunk. "You seem confused, since I have won with your help I suppose it's time I showed you the truth... you were working for me the whole time." the mouse grins lifting the medallion once again the skunk felt himself grow faint and visions of the past came into his mind.
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The skunk saw himself back in the parking garage, where he had met that figure, but the past was revealed to be much different than he had first perceived.
"Agent Herring, I presume." a voice called out in the garage causing the skunk to spin away from his vehicle, noting a silhouette by the nearby pillar, a trail of smoke coming from a cigarette lit in the mouth of the stranger.
But the smoke wasn't unpleasant as he had recalled, in fact it smelled rather intoxicating, curious, wonderful. His hand at first went to his firearm as he recalled in the past but as the trails of smoke passed by his nostrils he felt a numbness in his mind, lowering his defensiveness.
"That's right, there's no need for violence, not around me, and if you work with me, there will never be need for violence again." the voice assured the agent.
"Excuse me?" the skunk stated, the same line as he recalled but with different context. "I'm afraid you're mistaken-- I have no desire to work with you."
The figure moved forward, recognizable as the meek looking mouse. Another line of smoke flowed over the skunk, the relaxation caused the agent's paw to let go of his firearm.
The albino rodent in his own pocket. "Look into this--"
The blue light of the medallion was piercing and the skunk felt his past being rewritten, and his understanding of the future shifting, the squeaky and meek voice of the mouse suddenly felt full of authority and control and the agent hung on every word.
"You must remain as an outside agent, an enemy of my boss, he cannot know you're working for me, you must not know you're working for me. You will only recall me as a shadow informant, all of your actions will seem spontaneous, but they all have purpose. If you do good, I will reveal this to you, you will be my right hand man in the new peaceful world, where all minds work as one. Not for greed of a corporation but for progress of everyone. You will now take this, and show it to my greedy boss, and then everyone will be free... free to serve for a better purpose. Not mindless servitude based upon species and economic status like Nahgah's power hungry game, but blissful freedom of thought for everyone.
"You are at peace and now, if you work with me that peace will belong to everyone."
The rodent hands the blue medallion to his new co-opted agent. "Use this, as I cannot against my boss he'll be too suspicious of me, you can catch him by surprise. But when I ask for it back, you will give it forth without hesitation."
"And then your work will be done." | FSE |
“I’m reasonably certain this isn’t how you make a baking substitute. Or bread. Or anything that’s supposed to be eat-Spikes, are you sure I’m supposed to be able to do this, it feels like this recipe is going to self-destruct after I’m done with it.”
“Trust me” - the tone with which the Rena said this made it clear that Tim shouldn’t - “It’s fine! I bought it off a friend who got it from Craigslist from a guy who found it lying on a laptop in a bar after-hours where their cousin worked at, I’m pretty sure it’s legit.”
The sequence of words that had just come out of Spikes’ mouth did perhaps the exact opposite of what Spikes himself intended for them to do, which was impressive given how much effort the Renamon usually put into trying to convince the lynx to go along with their latest scheme. For them to so clearly not care about whether or not their idea would work, or if their partner would be willing to abide by the insanity, could only mean that Spikes had either lost it completely, or was so enamored by what he believed would happen that he couldn’t bring himself to pretend to be calm and collected… and, given how the Rena seemed perfectly sane otherwise, Tim had no recourse but to believe the latter option, which was why he was even going along with the whole thing in the first place.
He was probably going to need additional cookware by the time he was done though; as much as the lynx wasn’t an expert cook, he knew enough about the culinary arts to be very certain that pots and pans weren’t supposed to emit so much smoke that the couple had to turn off the fire alarm, nor were they meant to rattle that hard with no obvious source of vibration. No recipe he’d ever seen contained depleted uranium and biofuel pellets in such large quantities either, raising the question of just what he was supposed to be cooking; taken with Spikes’ wide eyes, his hungry expression, and the occasional licking of the lips, there were so many red flags flying about that one could hardly see the ground.
Yet, Tim kept going anyway; it wasn’t as if anything could actually harm him, and Spikes had survived some truly astoundingly hazardous situations, so as far as either of them cared, anything that could potentially come out of that cooking nightmare wasn’t liable to do anything more than leave a scratch. That is, of course, until the timer began ringing, signalling the end of the three-hour reduction process and, hopefully, the end of all that damned smoke filling the kitchen; as if on cue, the billowing plumes ceased, almost as if someone had cut through the pillars of dark-grey haze with an ethereal blade, severing them from their source.
Left behind, in the enormous cast iron pot that used to be the perfect one for stews, was… well, Tim didn’t know what it was, but it certainly looked wrong enough that it justified the convoluted chain of events that led to Spikes getting hold of that recipe book (or recipe pamphlet… or recipe dossier, given the multiple instances of CLASSIFIED stamped on it in bright red ink): stuck to the bottom of the pot was a thick, viscous goop, emerald-green in colour, settled so perfectly that it was difficult to tell at times whether it was actually a congealed gelatin of sorts, or just a very still liquid.
And Tim had about five seconds to appreciate this before the Rena barged in to take a good look at it, a wide, manic grin spreading across his muzzle when he grabbed both sides of the pot, somehow managing to avoid any burns, and promptly lifted it before the lynx could do anything to stop him. The goop, obeying gravity as it very well should, then proceeded to… not splash all over Spikes’ face, but rather direct itself right into his mouth, as if funnelled into it by some invisible force field. It rippled and bulged out in odd, abnormal ways, almost like it was impelling itself forward and deliberately keeping to a shape that would keep any of it from spilling onto the floor, choosing instead to flow directly down the Renamon’s gullet.
A Renamon who, despite the obvious danger to his own health and safety, looked extremely pleased with himself, especially once he was done gorging on whatever that substance was and threw the pot onto the floor, where it then shattered into a million pieces as if made of brittle ice. All of this happened within the span of about ten seconds, leaving Tim with very little to do but stare in slack-jawed amusement at just what the hell had happened in front of him. He’d get his answers sooner rather than later, when Spikes’ belly began to rumble at a volume that was perhaps too loud for anyone in the vicinity to feel remotely comfortable with; it was the sort of noise that only made itself known when someone made some truly unfortunate choices in what they consumed, or, alternatively, decided to go binge some junk food at three o’clock in the morning after a particularly heavy night of drinking.
Seeing as neither of those things were true, Tim’s eyebrows were both firmly cocked and ready to see just what in blazes was going to happen, which just so happened to be a whole lot of swelling. Nothing that unusual in that household; plenty of swelling happened on the regular whether or not the two of them intended for it to happen, but that one was… different. There were no muscles, no cumtanks bloating, no cock thickening to the point where it could be used as a tree branch to hang from; instead, it was (rather appropriately) Spikes’ belly which began to expand outwards, resulting in a very contented-looking Rena taking both hands down to his gut to massage it and give it a good rubdown, sinking his fingers ever so slightly into the burgeoning pudge.
The reason why became evident just a few moments later, when their skin and fur began to change colour… to a rather conspicuous emerald-green. Just as the apparent texture of them started to shift as well, Tim rolled his eyes, let loose a loud, theatrically overblown sigh, then pulled up a chair; he wouldn’t be getting out of the kitchen now, not when Spikes was between him and the door, most certainly a deliberate play on their end. Nevermind the fact that the Rena was already on his knees and basically unable to think about anything other than moaning whenever he felt and-or heard the rumbling of his slime-stuffed belly, his body gradually turning into the same colour as the living goop that Tim had inadvertently helped to create.
Honestly, making synthetic life wasn’t even the weirdest thing that had happened in that kitchen that month, but the lynx would’ve at least preferred if Spikes had just told him what the plan was; instead, now the both of them had to wait until the inevitable point when the Rena’s bloated gut began to overtake all the space around it, so the real fun could begin. Tim could start earlier; it was entirely within his power to throw himself onto the Renamon and start rubbing away, but he knew better than to try and do so, not until said Rena was nice, plump, juicy, and begging for stimulation. That last bit was the most important, to be fair, as it marked the point beyond which a good rubdown would be required, lest Spikes end up a sourpuss after being blue-balled too badly; not that Tim would ever be so mean as to outright deny his beloved Rena the arousal they needed, but it was important for them to understand the value of when to tease, and when to let rest… especially when this “rest” was so heavily characterized by a whole lot of slime-like bloating, courtesy of whatever the hell it was the lynx was persuaded to cook up.
All of Spikes’ form had begun to take on a more rounded countenance, not just his belly; while the Rena’s midriff was certainly the part that most benefited from the infusion of slime mass, the fattening agent seemed to spread to the rest of him in some way or another, not only turning him into an increasingly large, goopy, emerald-green sphere, but fattening up his arms and legs to the point where he couldn’t walk even if he wanted to. That was a pretty big “if” as well; stranded as he was underneath a gut that refused to stop swelling, the Rena couldn’t be happier with the way things had turned out. Really, if not for the fact that he was gritting his teeth to help deal with the pleasure overload, he would’ve been moaning like a slut the whole time, begging for more whenever the sensations grew too powerful for him to remain halfway cognizant of what he was actually asking for.
Soft burbles filled the air, as the goop multiplying within Spikes’ body overtook his entire physiology, turning flesh to multipurpose slime and muscle to more slime and bone to even more slime, until most of the Rena was just a huge, semi-spherical, translucent mass that nonetheless retained its shape quite nicely instead of splattering all over the ground. He was like gelatin, almost as if he’d been cast in a mould and now refused to leave whatever form he was given, even if said form was highly variable as a result of the slime entity still not being done; while Spikes’ arms and legs remained as they were, albeit slightly more rounded and pudgier, most of his body mass was focused entirely on his immense, rotund belly, a colossal, room-obscuring, wall-pushing, table-cracking and counter-occupying gut that rumbled and slorshed with such intensity that Tim was left blushing at the thought of what it would be like if he did something stupid, like throw himself in there, or at least just hugged the damned mass and let fate take the wheel.
As for the Rena, he was too busy being overwhelmed by his own form to really understand anything of what was happening to him; all he could manage to do was push his hands into a torso that was little more than a huge ball of slime, at that point barely able to move past his enlarged, flabby pecs to reach the real prize of the show. It was impressive really, just how enormous that belly became, and how warm it was as well; the lynx couldn’t help himself, not when he had it so close to him, not when it was just there for him to take and he had no reason not to do so.
He couldn’t stop his body from moving on practically its own accord, having him throw himself onto the surprisingly soft and gelatinous surface of the Renamon’s gut. It was, indeed, just like slightly molten rubber, insofar as molten rubber managed to keep itself stuck in one piece rather than splitting off in thick, goopy strands whenever anyone touched it; there was some amount of give to it, so much so that Tim could easily plunge his arms into his partner’s belly all the way up to their elbows (and presumably even deeper; he just didn’t think to keep going), but unlike what one might expect, the Rena’s form remained as one. As malleable as he may be, there was no goop bridging the gap, clinging to Tim’s hands and arms, no chunks of slime falling off whenever there was an abrupt growth spurt or the Rena bumped into a sharp corner. His “skin” was very much a solid surface, even if one with a surprising amount of flexibility, and as soon as he understood this, Tim no longer had any reason to hold back.
Part of his reluctance to go as far as he could was precisely because he didn’t know whether it would do anything to harm Spikes; it was entirely possible that the transformation had left him with nonexistent structural integrity, and the last thing the lynx wanted to do was scrape his partner off the walls and ceiling in order to put him back. As soon as he realized this wasn’t the case though? Well, the Rena best believe the lynx immediately went to town, plunging himself deep into Spikes’ belly, perfectly convinced that there was no way this could possibly go wrong. And, for a short while, it didn’t; just like Tim had anticipated, what he had there was not the goopy and barely-solid body of a proper slime, but the pliable softness of a creature that could only exist through the absurd excesses of someone like the Rena, whose complete disregard for his own body was only matched by his ability to turn it into something absurdly enjoyable whenever he set his mind to it.
Of course, this could only last for so long before fate did indeed conspire to take the wheel and show Tim just why he should still be wary of throwing caution to the wind, because, as it turned out, Spikes’ new slime self might be solid, but it wasn’t impermeable. It happened quickly enough that the lynx couldn’t react to it (not that he would even if he could, but still): one moment he was merely buried within a good foot of slimy pudge, and the next, with a mighty, room-rumbling glorp, he was inside. No fanfare, no warning, just a simple change of state, where one second he still had air around him, and the next he was fully surrounded by slime in every direction, his body somewhat stiff as the interior of Spikes’ body turned out to be far more congealed than even Tim expected.
He thought about opening his mouth, but immediately reconsidered when he felt something pushing against his closed lips; taken with the muffled giggling coming from above, the lynx was left to assume that Spikes had developed significant control over of his new form and was dying for an opportunity to start pumping himself into his lover at the slightest possible opening. Given how the tight grip of the slime itself seemed only to get tighter as the seconds ticked by, Tim was left to realize that he’d just made a very big mistake… yet one that he would do again if given the chance, because if there was anything that made every button on his control panel go wild, it was that exact scenario: himself, stuck inside his slime lover, with the latter trying their level best to make another slime out of him, stuck inside a room much too small to handle just one of them, much less two colossi of goop. Really, it was all that he could ask for.
Even if he would only leave hours later.
If at all. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Dragon Bride
Tags: dragon, large penetration, all the way through, mind control, cum swallow, double penetration
Lord Ethan Nogard was watching engrossed as two women engaged in a delirious sexual encounter a few steps from him. He was secretly celebrating the death of his uncle, the King, in the battlefields of the north. His cousin, the first in line to sit on the throne, had been taken prisoner by the enemy and he most certainly was dead too. Lord Ethan's chances to become King increased dramatically. There was only one obstacle between him and the throne and he was planning to eliminate it soon. Jarrod, the Lord's personal advisor, stood beside him.
"How do you do it, Jarrod? How do you make them so docile and obedient? Is it magic?"
"Not magic, my Lord. These women want to do this for you. They only needed a little convincing."
Drueta, the brunette, knelt of the bed with her face snuggled between Lia's ass-cheeks, suckling the blonde's clitoris with eagerness while the excitement heightened. Lia moaned at the warm feeling of her lover's tongue caressing her labia and her sensitive clitoris.
"Shove your hand in her pussy," Ethan commanded.
"Yes, my Lord."
Lia's heart jolted when she heard the Lord's command. She had never done that before but she would try anything to please her Master.
Drueta turned her hand into a fist and started pressing at the tight opening. She had no intention to be gentle but to maximize the sensations of the impending penetration. Jarrod had chosen her because of her ample expertise in the bedroom and she didn't want to disappoint him.
"Relax my darling. You are going to enjoy this," Drueta said softly to her lover.
"Yes... fuck me with your hand," Lia responded.
The combination of pleasure and pain was exhilarating as Lia felt the whole fist pushing into her clinched passage, expanding her pussy lips to the limit. When Drueta's entire hand was lodged inside the lubricated cavity, she began a slow pumping motion trying to go further in. Then she heard another command from her Lord.
"Now push your other hand into her ass."
Drueta hesitated for a second, but then she pulled her hand from Lia's pussy, smeared with vaginal juices, and used this natural lubrication to ease her way into the blonde's tight, pulsating anus. At the same time, she shoved her other fist back into the Lia's cunt. She could almost touch one hand with the other as she churned them inside the twitching holes.
Lia grunted loudly upon feeling the tiny hole of her ass being penetrated by Drueta's fist. And the sensation escalated when she felt the second hand piercing into her pussy. After a couple of minutes, her body adjusted and the pain completely faded away. Her moans of pleasure echoed in the room, combined with the squishing sounds of Drueta's fists pumping her holes with determination.
Lord Nogard was amazed and excited by the women's debauchery and he decided to join the action. "It is time for a little workout," he said, taking off his pants and approaching the bed. He was ready to fuck Drueta from behind.
Jarrod reminded him that there were important duties to attend. The common people were restless since the King's death and there was uncertainty about whom should inherit the throne. And to make things worse, the enemy hordes were moving south towards the city.
"My Lord, don't forget that our enemy is approaching. Also, Princess Maya must be dealt with as soon as possible."
"Don't worry. This won't take long. My cousin's buyer won't be here until later today."
Jarrod insisted on the matter, failing to change the Lord's mind, "My informants tell me that the northern creatures are already reaching the farthest villages of our realm. They already killed the King so you know how dangerous they are."
Ethan grabbed Drueta's hips and buried his erect cock into the woman's warm, moistened pussy. Drueta, already burning with excitement, moaned with wanton pleasure.
"As the new King, I have the right to enjoy myself, don't you think, Jarrod?"
"Yes my Lord. When Princess Maya is gone, there will be no doubt that you are the rightful King."
After ten minutes of agitated fucking, Ethan was already on the brink of orgasm. Drueta was clasping her vaginal muscles around the Lord's cock, doing her best to pleasure him while she moved her fists in and out of Lia's holes. Lia was unable to think clearly from the blissful penetrations and just moaned in synchrony with Drueta's motions.
Ethan couldn't hold it any longer and came inside Drueta's pussy with a grunt. He retrieved his smeared phallus when he was done ejaculating.
Drueta felt a few drops of sperm leaking from her pussy and she shivered at the possibility of getting pregnant with the new King's progeny.
"It was good..." Ethan said, almost out of breath.
"Did I please you, my Lord?" Drueta asked, already knowing the answer.
A moment later, Drueta's attention focused on Lia as the blonde's pussy and ass clenched hard around her fists. Lia was reaching an orgasm. Drueta kept wiggling her arms inside of her friend's body until the trembling woman crumbled forward onto the bed.
At that instant, an emissary entered the room and delivered an important message, "The slave trader has arrived, my Lord."
Lord Nogard pulled up his pants and proceeded to meet the visitor. The money he was going to obtain from selling the Princess to slavery would be more than enough to pay for an army and secure the throne for himself. Then he would deal with the northern creatures if they dare to attack the city.
"It is better if the slave trader doesn't see me, My Lord," Jarrod said, "I've heard that he doesn't like wizards very much. Please make sure that you get enough money to feed a large army. We will need it to defend the city. There is no point of being the King if there are no subjects to rule."
"This guy has been obsessed with my cousin since she came of age," Ethan responded, "When he heard that the King was dead, he contacted me immediately. I am going to make him pay a fortune for Maya."
As soon as the Lord left the room, the girls knelt in front of Jarrod, showing their devotion to him and exhibiting who was their true Master.
"Good girls. Are you ready for a real fucking?" Jarrod asked.
"Yes, Master." The women answered in unison.
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Princess Maya was being held captive in the dungeons beneath the royal castle. Her golden tiara was still attached to her blond hair while she was forced to wear a very sexy clothing that barely covered her breasts. Her slim, sexy body had to be visible to have a better effect on the slave trader.
A large troll, about two meters tall and carrying a fat belly, was blocking the door. Lord Nogard's orders were that the princess was not allowed to leave under any circumstances.
The princess was fully aware of her cousin's intentions to sell her and she also knew about the imminent invasion of the northern creatures. The news about the death of her father and brother had been too much for her and she had given up fighting. She had decided to sacrifice herself and let her cousin become King. At least he would be able to lead an army and defend the city from the monsters.
Anais, the princess' main escort, was trying to convince her otherwise, "My Princess, you can't let him do this to you. He has no right. You are the rightful heir to the throne."
"I know Anais, but the soldiers won't follow me, an inexperienced young woman, to battle against the invading creatures. This is the best decision for the sake of the people."
"But the people loves you. You know that any men would follow you anywhere. All you have to do is ask."
Anais had witnessed firsthand the effect that Princess Maya caused on males since she became a teenager. It was something unnatural, arising men libido to levels of insanity. Only her status of royalty had kept her safe all these years. Anais also was aware of the terrors that awaited Maya once she became the property of the slave trader. There was no way that she was going to let it happen and she had a plan.
\*\*\*\*\*
Drueta and Lia were always amazed to see Jarrod's cock enlarge at will. The wizard had the ability to make his phallus grow as long as he wanted and the slaves had learned it the hard way; nonetheless, they loved him for this. Drueta shyly touched the penis as it doubled in size.
"Don't just stare at it. Kiss it," Jarrod said.
Drueta was aware that her duty was more than a simple kiss. She extended her warm tongue, touching the tip, savoring the moment before swallowing the whole member. Lia still needed to learn from her friend's expertise and she moved to the side to have a better view.
The brunette opened her mouth wide and was barely able to pass the cock's head between her lips. Then, very slowly, she started to move forward, pushing the phallus down her throat. Her pussy was twitching incessantly and she almost climaxed when her nose was nearly touching Jarrod's belly.
"That's good my pet. You become better every day," Jarrod said with a smile of satisfaction.
Lia watched wide-eyed, looking at the base of the wizard's cock, then at Drueta's distended neck, *It must be reaching half way down to her belly!"* she thought.
Jarrod fucked Drueta's mouth for a while. Gagging sounds mixed with muffled moans as gobs of saliva dribbled to the floor. A few more minutes and he would make her cum; such was her joy of sucking his cock. But he had other plans...
"I will fuck your pussy now Lia. Are you lubricated enough?" Jarrod asked, looking at the slave.
"Yes, Master! My pussy is yearning for your cock," Lia responded with evident excitement.
Drueta moved to the side, a little disappointed that he didn't let her climax, but she knew that her moment would come. Jarrod had more than enough stamina for both of them.
Lia laid on the bed and spread her legs wide. Jarrod grabbed the slim woman's hips and lifted her body until her pussy was aligned with his cock. The massive phallus was even thicker than Drueta's fists and just seemed too big to fit.
But this was not Lia's first time and after a little pushing, his phallus penetrated her. The bewildered woman screamed in bliss as Jarrod entered her body, almost splitting her in half. Then he began ravishing her like a fuck toy.
"You love being my pet, don't you?" Jarred asked. But Lia was so overwhelmed, that she just grunted a couple of times trying to form words that never came out.
Drueta couldn't just sit there and watch. Her body was burning with arousal. She straddled Lia's head and pulled her friend's face to her crotch, "Please, let me join you Master. I can't wait any longer."
"I can see that you are hornier than usual," Jarrod said, allowing her the forwardness.
Lia's mind was a roller-coaster of bliss but she was always ready to suck Drueta's pussy. She acted almost by pure instinct, shoving her tongue as deep as she could while her head was trapped between her friend's thighs.
The brunette had gotten so excited giving her Master such a deep blow-job, that it only took her a couple of minutes to explode in climax. Her body jolted with uncontrollable spasms after waves of pleasure cursed from her pussy to her dazzled brain.
And Lia wasn't far behind. When Drueta's pussy gushed into her mouth, her own orgasm rippled through her body. Her vaginal muscles clamped her Master's cock repeatedly while her head thrashed violently between her friend's trembling legs.
When Drueta moved to the side, recovering from her orgasm, Jarrod let Lia's feeble body melt to the bed below. Then he spoke to the experienced woman, knowing that she was desperately craving for his cock, "You are next, my dear. Your body and mine will become one."
Drueta understood the meaning of this and her heart jolted with pure joy, "Yes, Master! I am ready!!"
Lia crawled out of way while Drueta knelt in front of her Master, facing away from him and offering her ass. Jarrod aimed his cock at her anus and pressed slightly, teasing the anxious girl before possessing her.
"Please do it Master. Push your cock inside of me until I am one with you."
Drueta opened her mouth wide, yet she remained silent, focused on the staggering feeling of the massive phallus stretching her rectum and pushing her insides to make way. The huge cock reached far within the girl's tight cavity and then it stopped. It was time for the real magic to take place.
"Now we shall become one," Jarrod said, spreading her hands.
A strange colorful energy began to emanate from Jarrod's fingers, surrounding Drueta's lower body. The woman trembled as her mind became empty of thought and her body began to loosen up. The brunette's pussy jerked continuously as if she was already climaxing.
"Oh my God! I wish it was me..." Lia thought. She also knew the meaning of 'becoming one'.
Lia was staring attentively at her Drueta's face. Not because her eyes were completely rolled back but because her mouth was wide open, easing the way. Lia was waiting. The bond would be complete any second now. A moment later, Drueta's moaning turned into a guttural growl.
"I can hear it coming," Lia exclaimed with exhilaration.
A stream of transparent fluids preceded the large phallus as it emerged from Drueta's mouth! The brunette was in a state of trance, unaware of anything but the cock that filled every bit of her body and every corner of her mind. Now she was one with her Master and nothing could feel better than that.
Lia watched with amazement as her Master's cock dangled inches from her face, then she heard him say, "You will swallow my seed, Lia."
"Yes Master. Thank you for allowing me this pleasure," the blond responded.
The long, thick phallus projected further from Drueta's mouth and approached Lia's face. She licked the tip with pleasure, savoring the moment before swallowing it whole, just like Drueta did before.
Lia gagged briefly as the big appendage reached the back of her throat but then she leaned forward, begging her Master to push it deeper. Jarrod granted her wish and soon his cock had almost reached her stomach.
The wizard wasted no time and after teasing Lia for a couple of minutes, he discharged the first load of cum into her belly, filling her completely. Some of the sperm forced its way out between the crevices of Lia's stretched lips and the fat cock. But not all of it escaped and after a few more squirts, the blonde's lower abdomen was visibly enlarging from the huge amount of fluid being pumped inside.
Lia was on the brink of orgasm from the knowledge that it was her Master's seed that stuffed her so utterly.
When Jarrod was done ejaculating, he pulled his cock from Lia's body in one rough motion. The long rod passed swiftly between her lips and this triggered the blond's second climax. Her violent spasms caused the excess of sperm to erupt from her open mouth like a fountain.
As Jarrod's cock returned to its regular size, it passed all the way through Drueta's body until it finally came free and the woman, who had been in a non-stop climax since the cock first penetrated her, collapsed onto the bed. The trance was broken. The first coherent thought in Drueta's mind was a desire to do it again, "More... please give me more."
Meanwhile, the thick sperm was still spilling from Lia's mouth as she came down from her mind-blowing orgasm.
"Be a good friend and share it with Drueta," Jarrod commanded.
Lia nodded and then leaned over Drueta's face, letting her Master's semen spill into the brunette's welcoming mouth.
"Good girls. Entertain yourselves while I attend more important business," Jarrod said, getting dressed. Then he left the room.
\*\*\*\*\*
Anais was determined to help the Princess escape and she put her plan in motion. She grabbed Maya's hand. "Please come with me my Princess. Stand over here."
When Maya realized that they were walking towards the large troll, she objected, "What are you doing Anais? This guard is dangerous. He is a brute. He acts without thinking."
The guard saw them approaching and he lifted his hand saying, "Princess stays inside. Lord's orders."
Anais purposely placed Maya near the brute and in a matter of minutes the effect of the Princess closeness became evident. The guardian's cock enlarged to full erection.
The escort's plan couldn't be more simple. She stood right in front of the brute, grabbed her breasts and said, "Hello handsome, your name is Gork right? You know that we have been in here for a few days now and I miss the company of my man. Maybe you can help me with that. I can see that your cock is ready for me."
Gork looked down at the sexy woman with stupid grin on his face, "Eh?"
Maya was astounded by her escort's behavior. She knew that Anais was not a virgin but she wasn't a promiscuous woman. In fact, she had little experience regarding sex. Something very wrong was happening here, "Anais, what has gotten into you? Stop this!!"
Ignoring the Princess, Anais looked up at the guard with sensual eyes while she pulled her skirt down, "Since we will be in here for a while, why don't we have some fun. Just you and me. The Princess won't go anywhere."
The guard was boiling with excitement. Touching the Princess meant certain death but her escort Anais was a different story; she meant nothing to anybody. She was so pretty and she was offering herself to him.
Maya worried that she was to blame for what was going on, *Am I causing this? I know men get crazy around me but Anais too? This had never happened before.*
Anais went down on her knees and gently caressed the brute's cock. The large member was pulsating between the girl's hands. Every touch of her trembling fingers sent waves of increasing pleasure to Gork's tiny brain.
"Anais is pretty... But Gork is on duty", the brute said, pushing his cock a bit forward.
Seeing the huge phallus up close, Anais had second thoughts, *Gods! His cock is getting even bigger. I'm not sure I can pull this off... But I must!*
Maya begged her best friend to regain her senses, "Anais, don't do this. He is going to hurt you!"
After massaging his cock for a couple of minutes, Anais stood up and turned around. Then she sexily bent forward offering her slender body to the massive guardian. She was breathing heavily, mostly from fear than from excitement but she was not backing out. It was her responsibility to protect the Princess at all costs.
The brute was hesitant but his basic instincts were kicking in, "Gork will be punished if doing this... but Anais is pretty."
"I am here for you big boy. Fuck me!" Anais insisted.
"Please Anais, for the love of the Gods, let's get back in the cell," Maya said, grabbing her escort's arm.
At that moment, Gork reached out and touched Anais's buttocks. She was warm and tender. Not even in his dreams he would be able to fuck a woman so pretty and sexy. The tip of his phallus touched the warm pussy lips and his cock jerked with need. He had to fuck her.
"Come on honey, don't make me wait," Anais said, hiding her fear.
Maya felt miserable, *She is not listening to me. She is really doing this... and it is my fault.*
Anais gasped and shuddered when she felt the brute's cock touching her sensitive labia. Her heart was beating fast and for some reason that she couldn't understand, her pussy twitched too. She was getting wet.
Unable to restrain himself, the brute grabbed Anais's hips and forcefully pulled her back, shoving his entire phallus into the woman's body. Anais grunted loudly from the deep penetration as her small cavity was stretched to the limit. Pleasure and pain battled in her brain, confusing her and making it hard to think coherently, but she had survived the first stroke and at this moment, it was the only thing that mattered.
*He is in! He is inside me!* Anais yelled in her mind.
The brute moved the woman's entire body back and forth as he waved his hips in the opposite direction, pulling his cock out and shoving it back in with increasing toughness. Anais moaned and grunted with the motions as her breasts jiggled on her chest and her head bobbed wildly above her shoulders.
"Anais tight!" Gork exclaimed.
Princess Maya was astounded to see the huge creature fucking her friend so savagely. She could even see the outline of the brute's cock in Anais's belly. It bloated out every time the brute shoved his cock deep into her. *Praise the Gods! He is going to kill her!*
After several minutes of rough ravishing, Anais realized that the initial pain that assaulted her brain had vanished completely and the incredible fullness of her pussy felt good. Better yet, it felt wonderful. Her eyes rolled back frequently as the pleasurable sensation began to take over her mind and her body. For a moment, she forgot that she was doing this to save the Princess. She forgot that she was locked up in a dungeon. Her world was reduced to that spot between her legs and the massive rod that filled her so completely.
"I am going to cum. You are making me cum!" Anais exclaimed as she felt her arousal growing.
Maya's concerns about her friend's well being disappeared when she heard Anais's words. It was hard to believe her own ears but Anais was actually enjoying this brutal ravishing. Then, unexpectedly, the Princess felt her pussy tingle.
Anais reached down and frantically massaged her clit. She was right on the edge...
The escort screamed in bliss when the first contraction rattled her body. White light exploded in her brain. The dazzled woman jolted so hard that the brute's cock was dislodged from her pussy. Her body was completely out of her control when she plunged forward to the dirty ground.
Princess Maya had never witnessed such a lustful and violent orgasm. She was mesmerized watching her best friend shuddering in ecstasy and suddenly, her pussy tingled once more. She was getting excited too.
Anais was now on her hand and knees with her body still shuddering from her fading orgasm and feeling ashamed from climaxing under these circumstances. *I can't believe he made me cum,* she thought, *And in front of the Princess! This is so embarrassing.*
Maya kept watching wide-eyed and in silence. She was breathing heavier while her pussy moistened with unwanted desire.
Gork didn't like that his cock wasn't sheltered within Anais's pussy anymore. He needed to feel her heat. He demanded more. "Gork is not finished. Come back!"
The brute was not waiting for Anais to get up. Instead, he jumped forward on top of the slim woman and shoved his cock back into her pussy. Anais's was still very sensitive and she moaned loudly from the unannounced penetration. The guardian placed one hand on the ground and the other under the woman's body, pulling her up against his massive frame while pumping his cock deep inside of her. The pressure of his hand against her belly made the thickness and length of his phallus even more evident to the baffled woman. Although, since her body had already adjusted to his size, the feeling of utter fullness was blissfully overwhelming.
As the troll fucked her with eagerness, Anais was quite certain that she was going to cum again, but then she saw something that brought her back to reality. The brute was no longer holding his spear. Instead, the weapon was flat on the ground while he supported his own weight with his extended hand. Without planning for it, her orgasm had given her the opportunity she needed.
Pushing away the immense pleasure that cluttered her mind, Anais thought about the best way to convince the brute to switch positions... "Hey handsome... would you like me to be on top? That way I will do all the work and you will just rest and enjoy."
Gork gladly went along with the idea. He was tired of standing all day and never before a woman had offered to do the work for him, "Gork always does the work. Now you do it. I like it."
"You will feel like a king," Anais said, glad that her plan was going well.
Maya wanted all of this to end and again pleaded to her friend, "Anais, please stop this madness."
As Gork laid flat on the ground, facing up, Anais stood on the his hips, straddling his cock. Then she started lowering her body. Princess Maya now had a perfect view of his massive erect phallus and Anais's petite pussy going down on it. It seemed impossible to fit his cock inside her slim body but she had already done it and she was going to do it again.
"He is so big..." Maya whispered, "I wonder how it feels."
The head of the phallus parted the escort's pussy lips and entered her cavity. Anais kept going down, letting her own weight help with the staggering penetration until her ass-cheeks rested on his crotch. Once again her belly bloated to fit him inside, showing Maya how deep his cock was. When the Princess saw the bulge going as high as Anais's chest, her pussy twitched again. It was so wrong... and so exciting.
"Gork is a king!" the brute yelled.
During the penetration, Anais remained silent except for muted grunting, but her facial expression said it all. The slim escort felt like the troll's cock was going to rip her apart, pushing her insides to make room and taking absolute possession of her body. She was going mad from this awkward, unexpected pleasure.
Anais placed her hands on the brute's rounded belly and started pushing her body up and down while waving her hips back and forth, stirring the creature's cock inside of her. Gork was growling and breathing heavily as he jutted his hips upward, trying to impale her even deeper. He was supposed to let her do all the work but his instincts made it impossible.
The ravishing session continued for a good half hour. Anais and the brute moaned in unison, combined with the squelching sound of his fat cock pumping her drenched pussy, filling the dungeon with sensual noises.
Princess Maya just stood nearby, watching everything, hearing everything and very confused about her own feelings. She should have been displeased by this and yet she couldn't look away.
At last, Gork moaned louder and grabbed Anais's thighs hard, pressing down on her while he buried his cock to the limit. Then he climaxed, ejaculating a large amount of semen inside of the astounded woman.
Anais felt the hot, thick fluid filling every crevice of her body and she climaxed ins response. Her body shuddered rapidly as her pussy twitched over and over around the massive phallus, squeezing every drop of semen out of his balls. She let her body melt forward on his chest while he was still discharging the last spurts of sperm.
Gork was staring blissfully at the ceiling and didn't notice that Anais was reaching out and grabbing his spear. This was not an easy task considering that her orgasmic spasms had not yet completely receded.
*Got it!* she exclaimed in her mind as she gripped the weapon.
Anais lifted the spear, aimed at his heart and brought it down with all of her might. When the brute turned to look, it was too late.
"Anais!! No!!" Princess Maya screamed, pleading her friend to stop. The punishment waiting for Anais if she killed the guard was unthinkable.
"Sorry brute. But the Princess' safety comes first!" Anais said with sadness in her voice.
A couple of minutes later, the brute was death. Anais had executed her plan perfectly.
"When they discover that I did this, your cousin is going to kill me," Anais said to the Princess, "My only chance to survive is escaping, but I am not going anywhere without you."
"But what about the people... The invading monsters are coming," Maya said, uncertain of what to do, "Most of the army is not back yet from the northern territories and my cousin needs the money he will get from selling me to..."
"... your cousin is evil and you know it," Anais interrupted, "He doesn't care about anything but himself. We will think of something to help the people. I promise you."
"You planned this all along, didn't you?" Maya said, knowing that she really didn't have an option.
Princess Maya was ready to sacrifice herself but she was not going to sacrifice Anais. And she was sure that Anais would never leave without her. Her only choice was to escape with her best friend.
"We should go to the forbidden valley. They'll never find us there," Maya said.
"Great! Let's go!" Anais responded excitedly.
The fate of the city was uncertain but Anais was right; her cousin Ethan was evil and there was no assurances that he would defend the people. There must be another way to save the city and Maya was going to find it.
\*\*\*\*
It didn't take long before the guards realized that the Princess was gone. Lord Nogard was furious. He knew that without Maya, his goal of becoming King would be impossible to achieve. He needed to find her immediately!
"You are all idiots!! The slave trader is here and he wants to see her! Find her!! Now!!" The Lord yelled at the soldiers.
"Yes, my Lord. I have all my men already looking for her," the nervous captain responded.
\*\*\*\*
Far North, the residents of the small villages were preparing to evacuate their homes and move to safety within the city walls.
"Hurry up Miri. We can no longer wait for your father. He will meet us at the city when he returns from battle..." Jana said to her daughter.
"Mom! They are here!!! The monsters are here!!!" Miri screamed, looking out the window. She had never seen such an ugly monster. It had a humanoid, bulky body with a long, reptile tail and a large head that resembled a cat-fish.
The two scouts of the northern creatures had arrived to the village finding no resistance at all. All the cottages looked empty. They had orders to capture humans and interrogate them to find the easiest passage into the city.
"Do you see anything?" The first scout asked.
"I think I heard something. I'll go inside," the other responded, looking at Jana's house.
The women heard the front door being forced open! There was no way to escape. Jana had to protect her daughter and she did the only thing that came to her mind.
"Get inside the closet and whatever happens, don't come out and don't make any noise. Hurry!" Jana said.
"Where are you going to hide?! Both of us won't fit in here!" Miri asked, scared out of her mind.
Heavy steps resounded outside the room, getting closer to the door.
Jana barely had time to walk around the bed, getting away from the closet and from her daughter. The door opened and Jana saw with terror as a monster walked in, looking straight at her. She had heard so many stories about these creatures since she was a little girl. She had pictured their ugliness in so many ways. But her imagination didn't come close to what was standing in front of her. A real, huge northern creature. And he could speak!
"I've found one! It's a female!" the scout said to his partner.
"Gods help me!" Jana screamed. She knew that occasionally these creatures captured women and their bodies were rarely found. She even saw a woman a long time ago that was supposedly pregnant with one of these monsters and later on, that woman disappeared. The men of the village said that the woman was cursed and Jana believed that they secretly killed her. She wondered if this was going to be her fate as well.
The creature jumped forward and grabbed Jana's body. Then he spoke to her... "Is there any other human in the house? Answer me!"
"No... no, I am alone. Please don't hurt me."
"We'll see. Don't move," the monster said, looking around the room.
The door of the closet was partially open and Miri watched terrified as the monster manhandled her mother. *He's got her! The monster grabbed mom!*
Without saying another word, the creature opened his circular mouth and extruded his tongue. It was a long, flexible tentacle that approached Jana's face. The woman looked at it in panic and tried to move away but his firm grasp made it impossible.
*Gods! What is that?!* Miri wondered from her hiding spot, looking partially at the tentacle.
The tongue was covered with a translucent toxin and the scout knew the effect it caused on humans. He just needed to shove it down her throat and she would become docile and easy to manipulate. Then he could ask her all the necessary questions.
Jana turned her face away as the slimy tentacle poked at her cheeks and lips. She felt a slight tingle on her skin as it got smeared with the toxin.
The scout tightened his grip on Jana's shoulders making her scream and he seized the moment to insert his tongue into her mouth. She tried to bite it down but the tentacle's leathery skin was unbreakable. It reached her throat and kept sinking down.
As the flexible appendage moved deeper into her body, Jana's mind started to spin in a whirlpool of confusion. She had a bittersweet taste in her mouth and her throat tickled badly.
The creature pulled her closer to his face, shoving his tongue even deeper. He could see her pupils dilating as the slime began to take effect.
Miri couldn't see what was happening but she could clearly hear her mother's gurgling sounds. She had to fight the urge to bolt out of the cabinet and help her. *What is he doing to her? I can't see!*
The other creature searched the rest of the house, confirming that it was empty and entered the room. By then, Jana had completely stopped struggling and looked up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.
"It seems that this town is empty. This human is the only one left," the other scout said, "I can see that she is a mature female! She can be useful to us in many ways."
Miri heard the words of the second invader and a chill ran across her back.
The second scout moved around Jana and her captor. He examined the woman's body and ripped her skirt off to look at her behind. This was the first human female he had seen up close, and he was looking for more points of entry into her body. He found two! "I'll pour more toxin into her. She will tell us everything we need to know."
Within her foggy mind, Jana felt someone lifting her body from the ground but this didn't worry her. It was so much better to let herself be handled. The second creature extended his tongue, smearing her ass-cheeks and thighs.
This time, the viewing angle allowed Miri to see the monster's whole squirming tongue and she had to cover her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
Jana gargled as the creature pushed his tongue a little deeper down her esophagus. The other scout looked between the woman's legs trying to decide which hole would be better for penetration. He selected the closest one; Jana's anus. *If my tongue doesn't fit, I'll try the other one.*
Miri witnessed as the creature shoved his tongue forward and it disappeared into her mother's body. She never thought that something so long could fit inside of a woman without killing her. Jana led out a muffled moan from the deep penetration as her ass twitched several times around the appendage.
The long tongues squirmed inside Jana's body, pushing from both ends and almost meeting in the middle. The amount of toxin absorbed by her sensitive membranes soon started to saturate her bloodstream and accumulate in her brain.
Jana's altered mind became empty of any rational thoughts, replaced by a feeling of submission and satisfaction. Then, without any proper build-up or intensifying arousal, Jana reached a sudden, compelling orgasm. She twitched and squirmed within the creature's grip as her eyes rolled back from sheer pleasure.
Seeing this, the scout knew that her brain was full with toxins and she would cooperate. He forcefully withdrew his tongue from her throat and released her shoulders. Jana was still shuddering from her climax and oddly enough, this rough treatment prolonged it further.
The other creature followed suit and let Jana collapse to the floor. Then the questions started...
"How far is the city from here? What is the quickest way to get there? Answer slave!"
...but she couldn't even remember her name.
"We probably gave her too much," the other creature said, scratching his head.
The scouts realized that Jana was too doped to respond but they still needed answers, so they decided to wait. And what better way to spend time that creating offspring to expand the army.
"Lets impregnated her while some of the toxin wears off. Slave, open your body for me!"
Jana heard the words of her captor and moved solely by instinct. She stood up as best she could and leaned back against the bed. Her body was burning with need and her pussy was soaked with her own juices.
As soon as she spread her legs, the creature buried his large, erect phallus into her pussy with a single, forceful stroke. Jana screamed from the rough and deep penetration but she was so excited that the pleasure of being fucked easily overthrown the pain caused by the massive cock.
From inside the closet, Miri couldn't believe what was happening. Her mother was being fucked by this horrifying monster and she was moaning in pleasure! She saw a slight moving mound on her mother's belly showing her how far inside was the creature's cock.
*Mom is allowing them to fuck her! How can this be possible?*, Miri wondered, truly confused.
With his phallus already fully erect, the other scout was not going to wait until his partner was done so he jumped on the bed and pulled Jana's head back until her mouth was aligned with his member. "Open your mouth slave!"
Miri screamed in her head, *No! The other one too? Leave her alone!*
Jana felt the fat tip of the creature's phallus pushing at her lips and she opened wide. The scout shoved his cock down her throat, stretching her lips to the limit, yet Jana oblige, rolling her eyes from wanton bliss.
The creature started fucking her face with avidity, matching the pace of his partner, who fucked Jana's pussy as deep as possible. Neither of them have been with a female since the war started and they were not holding anything back.
This was the advantage of being a scout. They could impregnate a few slaves before the arrival of their superiors, who always kept all the best females for themselves.
They creatures fucked Jana for a while. Slurping sounds coming from Jana's mouth and pussy, combined with moans and grunts from the three of them, echoed in the room. Miri remained quietly hiding in the closet, watching and hearing everything.
"Her belly is bulging with your phallus," one creature said.
"So is her throat. She is so flexible," the other responded.
*They are being so rough... please don't hurt her.* Miri pleaded in silence.
Suddenly, one of the creatures roared loudly and an instant later, a stream of white sperm erupted from Jana's pussy. He was climaxing! He pumped a huge amount of sperm into her body, ensuring impregnation. At the same time, Jana started shaking again from another powerful orgasm, squeezing his cock and milking it for all it was worth.
But the ravishing was far from over. The spent creature moved away and his partner turned Jana around, making her kneel over the bed. Then he shoved his phallus in her pussy and started pounding at her with all his might. He didn't care that her pussy was already soaked with cum. He was going to plant his own seed and make it a race to see which sperm would impregnate her first.
*Gods! They are taking turns with her. When is this going to end?* Miri thought, peeking through the closet's door.
Jana's mind was still submerged in a haze of chemicals and physical pleasure. The cock pumping her body felt better than anything she had felt before. There was not a single worry in her mind; nor any coherent thought to disrupt the perfect bliss than radiated from her pussy. She was in heaven and she wished to stay like this until the end of time.
"This female is very docile. She likes this," the spent creature said, with a tone of voice that sounded like laughter.
The creature started to accelerate his pace as he approached his climax and Jana moaned louder, also approaching her third orgasm. From inside the closet, Miri could only see part of her mother's body bouncing back and forth, in synchrony with the monster's grunts.
"She is tight, isn't she?"
"Yes. When we are done here, we should hide her and keep her for ourselves."
The creature announced his peak with a loud roar and the expected gush of semen was ejected from his cock, saturating Jana's pussy. Upon feeling the warm fluid filling her body again, Jana screamed, twitching within strong spasms. She was climaxing one more time.
Even when her body was lying limply on the bed, Jana still jolted sporadically as her orgasm refused to fade away. The creatures looked at her with disappointment. She was not ready to answer any questions yet. Her brain may be ruined for good. They started arguing...
"What now? She is helpless."
"Let's give her more time. I want to fuck her again."
"What if she can't take it and dies?"
"I don't care. I am going to fuck her again!"
Hearing the invaders' conversation, Miri decided that it was enough. She couldn't just hide like a coward and let them kill her mother. She had to do something... anything.
"Please stop! Leave my mother alone!" Miri screamed while jumping out of the closet.
"Heh?! Another one! Didn't you check the room?" one of the creature asked angrily.
"Umh... I didn't. The other female distracted me."
Miri knelt beside the bed, checking her mother's health. The scouts immediately noticed that she was a young adult, probably too young to provide useful information about the city's defenses but mature enough to breed. Her body was slim and healthy.
"Uhmm... She is good for breeding."
One of the creatures approached her and said, "We will leave your mother alone if you promise to do everything we say."
"I... I promise," Miri said with a trembling voice.
"Then you will swallow my tongue. Stand up!"
Miri stood up shivering with fear as the invader extruded his long, flexible tongue. Miri had witnessed how the creature shoved the tentacle deep into her mother's throat a moment ago and now it was her turn. "Gods help me... It is so long!!"
"Open your mouth, female!"
Miri opened her mouth hesitantly as the appendage approached her face. Her lips were quivering but she believed that there was no other way to save her mother. She took a deep breath. *I can do this...*
With a swift move, the creature pushed his tongue between Miri's lips, all the way to the back of her throat and then a little further. Miri gagged and cried a muffled yelp. She had to use all her will not to pull away.
The monster walked closer to her, shoving his tongue deeper into her body while the exuding toxin filtered through her inner membranes. Miri could clearly feel the tentacle moving down her esophagus until everything around her suddenly started to spin.
After only one minute, Miri's nipples hardened and swelled noticeably while her eyes began to roll back. She never realized that her mind was being taken by a cocktail of chemicals. A soft, almost inaudible moaning indicated that the process was on the right track.
The creature waited until Miri's eyes were completely rolled back. She started to sway her hips slowly back and forth. Between her legs, Miri's pussy was dripping wet. She was ready.
"Don't overdo it or she will end up like the older one," the creature said to his partner.
With a loud slurping noise, the monster retracted his tongue and pulled it out of Miri's body. Her mind was now a haze of meaningless thoughts and erotic images. Her body was on fire but she didn't know what to do about it.
"Bring her over here. I'll put my cock in her little hole. This way we can fuck her at the same time."
When she heard the comment, Miri's heart jolted with concern and excitement. The creature grabbed her delicate hand and guided her around the bed. Something wild was going to happen but she couldn't quite understand what it was.
The scout in front of Miri lifted her body effortlessly and pushed her back until her ass-cheeks were snuggling the other creature's cock. Miri didn't present any kind of resistance. The image of her mother being savagely fucked by her captors was popping in her mind and the moans of unrestrained pleasure were still ringing in her ears. She had wondered how it felt and soon she was going to find out.
"Will it fit?" the creature asked his friend.
"Maybe. My tongue fit before in the other female but my cock is thicker."
Her daydreaming was interrupted when her body was viciously pulled down and the huge cock of the monster was buried in her ass until it wouldn't go any further. Miri screamed and clenched her ass from the sudden unexpected penetration but it was just an instinctive reaction as the pain was brief. The chemicals circulating her veins made sure of that.
Miri felt the fat phallus stretching her body insanely wide. She had fantasized about it so many times and now she was finally doing it. She was having sex. Except not in the right hole and not with a handsome man. But within her numbed mind, it didn't matter that it was a monster fucking her. She had a cock in her craving body and she wanted more.
The scout in front of Miri moved closer with his phallus fully erect and ready. He grabbed the young woman's left leg and lift it, pushing her hips a couple of centimeters back and the cock in her ass a little deeper. Miri moaned in utter bliss, not knowing that the best was yet to come.
"You wouldn't believe how tight she is," said the creature that fucked her ass.
The creature lifted her other leg as well, bearing her in the right position to receive his phallus... Then he shoved his cock without mercy until his pelvis smashed against Miri's. The astounded young woman grunted loudly as her body stiffened like a board, then she exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm.
Miri's body shivered uncontrollably, pinned between the two massive bodies, as her climax wrecked her already broken mind. The creatures kept fucking her regardless of her orgasmic spasms. The tightness of her holes felt great and they would not stop until filling her with sperm.
The ravishing continued for a long time and Miri seemed to be trapped in a loop of orgasmic release. As soon as one climax ended, the next one was just a few minutes away. Her brain drifted between consciousness and blissful blankness and she was only able to keep up because of her youthful stamina.
On the bed, Jana was recovering from the rough ravishing. She felt dizzy and confused. It was difficult to focus her eyes, or even her thoughts. She could hear a woman's moaning and the distinctive squelching sounds of cock pumping pussy. This brought her attention to the fact that she felt horny as hell.
Jana stood up and saw the wild scene developing beside the bed. It was Miri! Two monsters were fucking her daughter at the same time. She wondered if it was a nightmare... or a wet dream. She touched Miri's arm to see if she was real. Then she grabbed her own breast. Jana's heart jolted and her pussy twitched. It was real!
Miri was oblivious to her mother's presence since was climaxing once again.
Jana stood there, transfixed by the outrageous scene. For a moment, the thought of stopping this insanity crossed her mind but her daughter's expression of absolute bliss made her reconsider. How could she deprive Miri from such pleasure? The toxin was making a mess of Jana's brain and at the end, she did nothing but watch. *It must feel so good to have both cocks... but it is wrong... I am so horny.*
Meanwhile, the creatures were hammering Miri's body at a frantic pace. They reached their peak at the same time and Jana heard the gurgling sounds of the sperm being ejaculated inside her daughter's holes. Then she saw the excess of the white fluid dripping to the floor.
Miri's entire body trembled from her last, overwhelming orgasm while her mother watched with envy. Every second she got more excited and willing to let the creatures fuck her again. She wanted both cocks at the same, just like Miri, and she would do anything to get them. *She is coming so hard! I want it! I want to come like that too!*
Moments later, Miri was on the ground, shuddering from her receding climax while the creatures finally realized that Jana had recovered her consciousness. It was time to get information... and maybe another ravishing session.
"You will tell us everything you know about the city walls and passages."
"Yes... I will tell you everything but please fuck me!" Jana responded, looking at his cock.
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On their way out of the castle, Princess Maya and Anais ran into another escort, Mildred. She had being born and raised in a village near the forbidden valley and she could provide great help to find the safest and fastest way to get there.
"How far is the forbidden valley?" Maya asked, after three hours of walking.
"We are almost at the narrow passage that leads into the valley," Mildred said, then she added, "Are you sure it is the right choice, my Princess? Whoever enters the valley, never comes out."
"We have no choice. The guards will kill us if they find us, but they'll never go into the valley," Anais responded.
There was still sunlight when they reached the passage but unfortunately, it was not going to be as easy as they thought. A small group of wild Catoblepas, prehistoric looking creatures, were blocking the way. Two large males and several smaller females. The wind was blowing from the west so the monsters were fully aware of the women's presence.
"Are they dangerous?" Maya asked.
Mildred explained how dangerous the males could be, "If they feel threatened, the males will attack. They are very territorial and protective of their harem."
"I never thought they were so big!" Anais exclaimed.
The alluring smell of Princess Maya entered the creature's nostrils and the effect was immediate. Mildred noticed the fully erect phalli of the males and this brought back memories of her childhood. Her aunt had a couple of Catoblepas at her home and Mildred came to visit a few times every year. She remembered that even domesticated males had to be handled with caution. She also remembered a trick her aunt used to do to calm the creatures when they were overexcited. It was supposed to be a secret but she witnessed it more than once. This gave her an idea.
"I think I know how to distract them. When you see the chance, walk through the herd, then through the passage and I'll catch up with you later," Mildred said.
Mildred stood up, removed her skirt and started walking very slowly towards the creatures. Maya and Anais just looked at her with wide open eyes.
"Why did she get naked?" Maya asked.
"I don't know. Mildred, be careful!" Anais yelled.
"Easy boy... I am here to help you," Mildred said softly as she approached the closest male.
Mildred just needed to get close enough so he could smell her and the rest would be easy. When she was five meters away, Mildred went down to her knees and started to crawl the rest of the way. When she was two meters away, she turned around and moved backwards toward the creature. *Once he knows I am a female, I should be safe. If it worked for my aunt, it should work for me.*
The large male smelled her scent and realized she was a willing female. He slowly started moving on top of her. It worked!
Mildred clearly remembered her aunt's loud moaning and wild orgasms every time she had sex with a catoblepas. Her pussy always got soaked when she saw it but she was always too scared to sneak in and try it herself. Now, after all this time of wondering, she was going to find out how it feels. Her heart was beating fast and her pussy was twitching with anticipation.*I can't believe I am finally going to do this.*
The monster poked a few times between Mildred's legs until it found her pussy and moved forward. His large cock entered the woman's tight cavity, almost disappearing inside of her body. Mildred yelped as her hands and knees slipped a few centimeters across the ground from the brutal penetration.
Mildred's vision got blurry and bright spots lightened before her eyes as she felt the incredible power of the creature solely through his cock. She realized how insignificant she was beneath the massive bulk of meat and muscles and how she was completely at his mercy. For some reason, Mildred found this incredibly exciting and she tried to stay still, waiting for his next move.
Maya and Anais saw the large creature walk slowly over Mildred and then they heard a scream. Maya thought that the monster had stepped on her but Anais had a better idea of what was going on.
"Gods have mercy! He is going to crush her!" Maya said with anxiousness.
"I don't think so, my Princess. I can't see very well from this angle but I think he just shove his cock inside of her!" Anais said.
"He did?!" Maya asked, trying to get a better view.
Mildred could feel the large phallus stretching her guts so deeply that it was unbelievable. Her abdomen was bulging right at the spot where the head of the appendage was located. She started to understand why her aunt craved so much for the catoblepas's cock.
The huge creature started to move it's rear end back and forth, pulling out his phallus more than twenty centimeters before shoving it back in every time. It showed a lot of agility for its size and Mildred was going berserk with the staggering penetrations. If the creature crushed her by accident, at least she would die in bliss.
The other male of the herd got closer to investigate what was happening.
The unlikely couple soon got into a rhythm. The creature pumped her pussy with great stamina and increasing speed, and Mildred did whatever she could to receive his cock as deep as possible and avoid being dragged forward. Her loud moans could be heard very clearly all the way to the hiding spot of Maya and Anais.
*He is bigger than the troll. I wonder how it feels.* Anais wondered in secret.
After more than fifteen minutes of vigorous ravishing, the catoblepas reached his peak and discharged his load of semen inside Mildred's petite body. Needles to say that he filled her tight cavity in a couple of seconds and the rest spilled to the ground.
Mildred not only could feel the warm fluid filling her guts but she could even hear it spurting within her belly. This sent her instantly over the edge. Her hips shivered in spasmodic convulsions as her pussy jerked over and over around the pulsating phallus. Her eyes turned completely white and her mouth opened in a silent, thrilling scream of bliss.
With her mind completely overwhelmed by absolute pleasure, Mildred didn't know how long her orgasm lasted but it didn't stop until the last drop of sperm was pumped into her body. And there was a huge amount of cum already spreading across the ground beneath them.
When the beast was finally done, it moved back and smelled Mildred's behind. Here feminine scent mixed with his sperm predicted a successful impregnation. The hot air blowing from his nose over her sensitive pussy lips made the woman shiver a little longer.
Mildred slowly regained her self-control. Her pussy was throbbing from the brutal ravishing but she had just experienced the best orgasm of her life. Having her head resting against the ground, she sensed the earth trembling and she knew that the other male was approaching.
*I have to take this one too... I must...* she thought.
She turned over, facing up, and confirmed that he was almost on top of her. The whole situation was so weird. She would have never imagined that she was going to help the Princess this way. It was so unexpected and exciting. And she was more than ready to do it again.
"Calm down... It is your turn now," she whispered to the creature.
Mildred avoided the creature's heavy steps as he loomed over her, until the tip of his phallus was right above her pussy. *These creatures are massive. I was so lucky that the other one didn't crush me.*
Princess Maya and Anais watched with genuine concern as the second monster moved into position over Mildred. Anais estimated that this catoblepas should weight at least four tons.
"Gods! Now the other one is moving on top of her. Maybe we should help her. Forget about entering the valley."
"You know we can't. Mildred is so brave doing this for us."
They heard a loud squeal and they knew that the beast was penetrating her. Mildred lift her hips, allowing the tip of his phallus to enter her pussy. Her body had already adjusted because of her previous coupling and this time the pleasurable feeling was staggering. Again, an image of her aunt in total rapture while mating in her house popped in Mildred's mind. This felt so good, that if she had tried it before, she would have purchased some catoblepas for herself a long time ago.
"Oh, Gods! Yess! Push it deeper!"
As if reading her mind, the creature took one step forward, stabbing his phallus until it wouldn't go any further. Mildred's body was lifted completely off the ground, held up only by his long, thick cock.
The astounded woman couldn't believe it. She could feel the power of his member in every cell of her body and in that moment she realized that no other cock would ever satisfy her like this. Mildred did whatever she could to anchor herself to the ground while the catoblepas started swinging his hips, fucking her with the same energy of his partner. Her belly bulged every time his phallus stabbed forward, pushing her resistance to the limit. She loved it.
The overwhelmed woman couldn't think of anything except the feeling that radiated from her stretched pussy. She would never admit it but her love for the Princess now came second after this.
Anais noticed that the creature was now completely devoted to his task of impregnating Mildred and the other male was looking the other way, grazing peacefully near the females. This was their chance to walk across the passage into the forbidden valley.
"Come on Princess. This is our chance," Anais said, extending her hand.
"What about Mildred? We can't leave her here."
"She said she will catch up with us. We can't let all her effort go to waste."
Maya knew that Anais was right. Mildred was doing this for her and the least she could do was to make the best of it.
As they walked beside the mating couple and moved into the passage, the Princess got a good look at the catoblepas up close. She felt a chill run along her spine from seeing the size of his huge phallus and how it made Mildred's body rock back and forth as if she was a rag doll.
*That beast's is huge! How can she take it?!* Maya wondered.
"This way Princess," Anais said, urging Maya.
Mildred was unaware that her friends had already left. She felt her orgasm building within her loins and she knew that it going to be devastating. She longed for it. She started to relax her body. Let herself be taken at will by her massive lover. She was at the point of no return and she let her mind became empty... waiting to be seized by a burst of bliss.
And no more that one minuter later, she came! A blinding light exploded again behind her eyes as the most powerful climax of her life took control of her mind and soul. Her body strained in a series of orgasmic spasms so violent that threatened her sanity.
The monster felt Mildred's pussy constricting his cock and this encouraged him reach his peak as well. A river of warm sperm erupted within the woman's loins, stuffing her to capacity before being ejected from her stretched pussy lips.
Mildred was unable to process the myriad of sensations that cluttered her brain; the mind-blowing bliss, the beast's gurgling sperm filling every crevice, his throbbing cock. It was all too much. The bewildered woman's world began to fade as she drifted into unconsciousness. She fought against it. She wanted to enjoy this a little longer... but she failed. It all had been too overwhelming for Mildred and as the creature stepped away, her limp body stayed behind, immobile, with a pool of cum leaking from her pussy and scattering between her legs.
Half an hour later, the catoblepas were calmly eating grass minding their own business, a light breeze blowing from the north. Mildred, still unconscious, was lost in a world of newly discovered bliss. The entrance to the passage was as peaceful as ever.
But this was about to change dramatically...
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The catobletas didn't have a chance. They attacked the soldiers but the men were trained killers with sharp blades. As the large creatures lie bleeding on the ground, the Captain looked down at Mildred's unconscious body, trying to figure out what had happened. They knew that the Princess couldn't be too far away.
"Captain, they followed this path less than an hour ago. They walked into the forbidden valley," the tracker said.
"Let's go! We will catch the Princess before sundown," responded the Captain.
"But Sir, if we go into the valley we will die," a soldier complained with fear in his voice.
"We will die if we go back empty handed! Move! That's an order!" the Captain shouted.
Mildred was still completely out of it, dreaming of a dozen catoblepas waiting in line to have their cocks milked dry by her hungry body. She had no idea that her life could end in the following seconds...
"What should we do with the woman?"
"Leave her. We'll pick her up on our way back."
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Princess Maya and Anais walked through the forbidden valley for a while without incident. It seemed that all the ghost stories were nothing more than a myth. They reached an ample cave with a partially collapsed roof that let the fading sunlight filter in. It should serve well as temporary shelter.
"This place looks good for hiding. It will protect us from the rain and from the cold of the night," Anais said.
"We need to find the remnants of my father's army... if it still exists. It is our only hope," Maya said, showing concern.
"Yes... but we can figure that out tomorrow. Now we should rest," the escort responded. She knew that the chances of finding the King's army were slim.
The two young women removed her scarce clothing and lay on the moss that grew below the hole of the cave's ceiling. They talked for a while until they heard a branch cracking by the entrance. They turned their heads and gasped at the same time...
"You are very sneaky my Princess. But your little adventure ends now. You are coming back with us!" said the Captain, who stood no more than ten meters away.
"They found us!" Maya screamed.
The Captain walked angrily towards Maya and as expected, Anais jumped in between to protect her. The angry soldier was convinced that Anais was the one to blame for all his recent hassles.
"You had caused enough trouble whore! It is time for you to die!!" He screamed, lifting his heavy sword, ready to unleash all his fury at her...
"No!!! Stop!!" Maya yelled in panic.
The Princess just felt a light breeze as the dragon flew above her head and grabbed the Captain by the head, breaking his neck instantly.
Anais observed the scene in shock, not believing her own eyes, "W...Wha..t?"
The other soldiers watched in terror as their leader was pulled off the ground like a toy,
"Ahhg! A dragon!! Run! Run!!"
The dragon released the dead body of the Captain and chased the others out of his lair. Maya could only hear the screams as all of them died, one by one, crushed by the mythical creature. Then, there was silence.
Both girls were speechless, looking at the cave's dark entrance. Nothing happened for almost a minute. Then, they both screamed in horror when the dragon came back inside and approached menacingly. He was about the size of a bull and his large mouth was filled with sharp, long teeth.
*How can this be?!* Maya wondered, still doubting her own eyes.
"Sta...Stand back Princess!" Anais said. She remained in place, trembling like a leaf but still blocking the way to the Princess.
Princess Maya had enough of seeing her closest friends risk their lives for her, over and over. Without saying a word, she pulled Anais back and confronted the dragon. If this was her destiny, she was going to face it with dignity. She closed her eyes and waited.
"Princess!! No!" Anais screamed.
The dragon leaped forward, sizzling with rage, but just before striking a deadly blow, the Princess's scent reached his nostrils. It took nothing more than that. His bewilderment was quickly replaced by curiosity and then by excitement...
He had been waiting for centuries and she was finally here; a suitable female. The mother of dragons!
Maya thought it was taking too long for him to kill her. She opened her eyes and saw the creature looking back at her. He didn't look angry anymore. Then, the Princess looked down. The dragon's cock was fully erect. She felt an instant fire building inside of her. Somehow she knew that this thick and long appendage was designed for her; it was a primal instinct that had been dormant all of her life. This was her true destiny!
Before Anais's astonished eyes, the Princess crawled closer to the dragon and delicately grabbed his cock, like the most cherishable gift she had ever received. She looked at it for a moment and then licked it with a little hesitation; not because she didn't want to do it but because she wanted to do it right. The dragon lifted her right arm and caressed her body as a clear sign of approval. He liked it!
Following her instincts, Maya engulfed the phallus between her soft lips. She felt her body shudder from the excitement of having him inside of her for the first time, even if it was in her mouth and just a few centimeters.
Feeling the warmth of Maya's lips, the dragon lifted his body on his rear legs and shifted his hips forward, plunging his cock deeper until it reached the back of the Princess's throat.
"What is happening? I don't understand," Anais was alarmed and confused. Why was the Princess sucking the dragon's cock? And why was he letting her?
Anais hadn't realize that the whole purpose of the Princess's alluring scent, the one that turned men crazy or any male whatsoever, was to let the dragon know that she was the one.
Maya felt the dragon's cock filling her entire mouth and she got scared, but at the same time her pussy twitched so hard that it made her mind spin. She loved that feeling and stood still, waiting for it to happen again.
And it did. The dragon took a few short steps and his phallus slowly penetrated Maya's gullet. And as it went deeper, the pleasurable feeling intensified within the young woman's crotch. She didn't know why it felt so good but she welcomed it with all her heart.
When the dragon was deep enough, he started fucking her mouth with cautious strokes. It had been centuries since the last time he mated with a woman and he didn't want to hurt her or damage her in any way.
Anais got a little closer, ready to rescue the Princess, but it was more than evident that she needed no rescuing, as soft moans of pleasure escaped the Princess's stuffed mouth. *She is doing this willingly!*
The blissful sensation in Maya's pussy got stronger minute by minute. She was very inexperienced regarding sex but she knew how babies were made. She imagined that long cock fucking her pussy instead of her mouth and it was enough to trigger a strong climax. Her vaginal cavity twitched forcefully, gushing with lubricating fluid, while the rest of her body contorted with hefty spasms of joy.
The Princess shuddered so hard, that the dragon pulled back to see if she was all right.
Maya's brain was a turmoil of sensations she never felt before. It was exhilarating. She was certain that this was the best feeling in the world and she wanted more.
Anais, seeing Maya's wild exertions, got alarmed and rushed to help her... "Princess!! Are you hurt?!"
But the dragon saw this as a threat and reacted defiantly, roaring at Anais, ready to attack!
Maya, already recovering from her orgasm, turned around and pleaded Anais to stay back. The Princess somehow knew that she was completely safe but she wasn't so sure about her faithful companion, "Please stand back Anais. I don't want him to hurt you. I'll be fine."
Anais reluctantly crawled back to a safer spot while the Princess turned to face the dragon. She was still lying on the soft moss and the dragon's bulk was looming upon her. Her recent orgasm had done nothing to diminish the fire in her pussy and the need to extinguish it ruled her actions.
The dragon moved his body above the young woman and aimed his phallus at her crotch, barely touching her pussy lips. Maya felt the soft caress and gasped. This was going to be her first time and it felt so right. She wanted him inside of her; she needed him.
The Princess and the dragon looked at each other intently. Her heart was beating fast; her nipples were hard and erect; her pussy soaked with anticipation. The dragon's cock was pulsating. Maya looked deep into the dragon's eyes and she saw herself. They both shared the same soul and they belonged together in every possible way. She was ready and so was he.
"Please, push it inside of me..." she begged.
The dragon penetrated Maya effortlessly. He ended her virginity and became one with her. He felt her vaginal cavity snuggling his cock perfectly; warm and cozy, pressing firmly around him. From this moment on, she was going to be his mate forever. No one and nothing would keep them apart.
Maya felt the dragon's cock entering her body and the rest of the world disappeared. Even the pain as her hymen was broken felt wonderful. She sensed a wave of bliss spreading from her pussy, turning her body into an extension of his phallus. She wanted him to go deeper; to own her. She wanted him to fill her with his seed and get her pregnant.
The dragon kept plunging his cock further in, impossibly deep, but Maya's body was ready for it. This was her purpose. The Princess's body was tensed but welcoming, rapidly adapting to his size, creating the perfect fit.
Anais observed everything from a few meters away. She saw the long, pink cock penetrating fully into Maya's body. She waited for a gesture of pain from the Princess, a plead for help, but the sign never came. Instead, Maya's soft moaning was an indubitable indication that she craved for this; she wanted the dragon to fuck her. *The Princess is really enjoying this! I've never seen her so excited before.*
Once he was satisfied with the depth of the penetration, the dragon began to sway his hips back and forth, pumping Maya's pussy with loving intensity. His cold, scaly stomach rubbed against hers, warm and delicate. He could actually feel her skin bulging as his cock moved within her loins.
The Princess loved it. His huge cock possessing her so perfectly; the weight of his body pressing down on hers, amplifying every sensation. Maya was in paradise.
The dragon fucked Maya in this position for a long time, rocking her body with every stroke, and accelerating the pace is he approached his climax. Maya moaned out loud, lost in an endless abyss of elation.
Anais watched the couple almost without blinking. She was still worried, *Don't thrust so hard! You are going to hurt her!* yet her pussy moistened.
Suddenly, the harmonious motions and sounds were truncated by a roar and a loud squeal. Maya was climaxing and so was the dragon. White sperm burst from Maya's pussy as her body quickly became saturated. His cum felt hot, thick and powerful, reaching every crevice of the Princess's womb. A sense of utter fulfillment in addition to the waves of orgasmic pleasure, kept Maya under a blissful haze for several minutes.
When she came back from heaven, Maya knew that something had changed inside of her body. More precisely, inside of her womb. She was pregnant. This made her feel even closer to the dragon. This made her feel more alive and excited. She wanted his cock inside of her again.
"I think he is done Princess. Let's try to escape. We can sneak out of the cave," Anais whispered, looking at the spent dragon retreating a couple of steps.
"I am sure he is not done yet. He wants more," Maya responded. She couldn't confess to Anais that she wanted this as much as the dragon.
Maya turned over, resting on her hands and knees and presented her ass to the dragon. She was already pregnant but this shouldn't stop them from mating again; from building a stronger physical bond.
"Take me my love. Make me yours again," Maya said out loud.
Anais heard it, but wasn't sure if she heard it right, *Did she say 'my love'?*
The dragon grabbed Maya's lithe frame and pulled her towards him while he rammed his cock forward, penetrating her pussy again. With her hymen gone, this time the pleasure was absolute. The moment she felt his phallus reaching the bottom of her womb, she knew that her next orgasm was going to be magnificent. She longed for it.
Soon they were immersed in a perfect mating rhythm. White drops of surplus semen splattered from Maya's pussy as he pumped her body with eagerness. His heavy breathing was eclipsed by her loud, sensual moaning, and her moaning mixed with the slurping sound of their sexual fluids that aided the overwhelming ravishing.
All these alluring noises reached Anais's ears, who was still looking engrossed at the new couple. All her worries about the Princess's wellness were gone and this provided some peace of mind. Almost inadvertently, she moved one hand to her breast and the other to her soaked pussy. *He is penetrating her so deeply!*
The ravishing continued for several minutes. Maya's bliss was complete, both from the forceful strokes of the dragon and from the knowledge that she had found her true destiny; her true love. The Princess got a glimpse of Anais masturbating in front of her and this increased her arousal even more.
Anais didn't understand why this all was so exciting. Her beloved Princess, the woman she had sworn to protect, was being fucked by a dangerous dragon and she couldn't stop touching herself. Anais saw the Princess's eyes glazing and her entire body going rigid. Her next orgasm was imminent. The escort rubbed herself faster. *The Princess is going to come again...*
The Princess climaxed even harder than before. She arched her back as her eyes rolled up her head. Her body was completely out of control, convulsing within the waves of ecstasy while her pussy twitched over and over binding the throbbing phallus, milking it, demanding his seed. And the dragon granted her wish, discharging another huge load of hot sperm into her womb.
Princess Maya could feel every drop of cum ejected from her lovers cock into her receptive body. She was pregnant already but the bliss was the same. Life was pouring inside of her and her excitement was overwhelming, taking her climax to the limit of her resistance. She didn't want to lose consciousness but she was very close to doing so.
Seeing the Princess shivering so hard and hearing the sperm bursting within her loins was more than Anais could bare; she reached an explosive orgasm that rocked her body from head to toe. Her pussy twitched so hard that a gush a pee sprayed to the ground. After a long minute of absolute bliss, she fell backward to the soft grass, stunned and satisfied.
Moments later, Anais began to recover. She lifted her torso the check on the Princess. Her heart jolted in panic. Maya wasn't moving! She lay limply on the ground with her eyes half open and completely rolled up her head. Anais screamed worried out her mind... "Princess?! Princess!!"
Anais ran towards the Princess trying to help but was abruptly stopped by a loud roar of the dragon, which showed his teeth and assumed an attacking stance. Anais screamed again, this time from fear.
Meanwhile, Maya was recovering from her mind-blowing orgasm and heard the commotion, "What..?"
The Princess sensed that Anais was in danger and immediately stood up, sperm dripping down her thighs, and calmed the dragon. She lovingly caressed his head, whispering soft words into his ears. The dragon quickly understood that Anais was not a threat and responded with docility.
"Anais is my best friend. You will never hurt her, do you understand?" Maya whispered.
Anais watched the dragon's submissive response to Maya's caress and she found it hard to believe, "This is absolutely incredible. I would have never believed it if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes." she said.
Later that night, the dragon was resting his head on the Princess's lap like a loving pet. Maya knew that for the rest of her life, he would never leave her side. It was clear that he loved her as much as she loved him. They would be together forever.
Seeing the dragon's reaction towards Anais moments ago, Maya had an idea.
"Tomorrow, we are going back to town," Maya said. There was assertiveness in her voice.
"We are?!" Anais asked with concern, "But what about your cousin? He is dangerous!"
"Don't worry. I have a plan," was Maya's simple response.
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Meanwhile, the northern creatures had arrived to the city and they started killing anybody that got in their way. Except fertile women, who they captured to turn them into breeding slaves.
Within the castle, Lord Nogard tried to secure his own safety. "Forget about the people," he said to one of his Generals, "Command the soldiers to protect the castle. Block all the entries!"
"Yes, my Lord."
When Maya and Anais arrived, they discovered with horror that the city was in total chaos. Dead bodies everywhere; women being ravished in the middle of the streets.
One of the humanoids was grabbing a woman from behind, fucking her so hard that her feet didn't touch the ground. He spoke to her in a commanding voice, "Surrender to me and I'll spare your life. You will bear my offspring."
"Gods help us! The monsters are already here! I must help my people!" Maya exclaimed.
"Princess, we have to hide! They will kill us!" Anais pleaded, pulling Maya's arm.
But this didn't change Maya's plan. It couldn't be more simple. She was going to put herself in harms way and hopefully her dragon was going to protect her, attacking the invaders. Maya grabbed a spear that she found on the ground and ran towards the closest creature, the one who was fucking the woman.
"Let her go, filthy monster!" Maya said, pointing the spear at him.
"What?!" The creature looked at Maya with puzzlement. He was surprised that this little woman-warrior dare to attack him. But what really bothered him was that Maya was interrupting his coupling session. He threw his dazed mate to the side, and got ready to onslaught the Princess, "How dare you interrupt me?! You will die for this!!"
*This better work or I'll die right here,* Maya thought, taking a few steps back as the monster approached her.
The monster lunched forward, easily pushing Maya's spear away while raising his clawed hand. One hit would be enough to finish her... "You are no match for me!"
"Oh Gods!" Maya exclaimed, looking at his sharp, long nails.
"Princess! No!" Anais screamed.
But Maya's plan worked like a charm. The dragon, who was flying in circles above her, dove like an arrow and grabbed the creature's head, almost ripping it apart, killing him right on the spot.
The Princess, excited that her plan was working, ran closer to another creature. He had his tongue down a woman's throat and by the looks of it, she was on the verge of an orgasm. Maya screamed at the invader, making sure that her dragon could hear her.
"Leave her alone!!"
The monster didn't even have time to look at Maya as the dragon flew by him, biting his neck. The entranced woman, within the haziness of her chemically induced bliss, heard several bones breaking before finding herself on the floor, alone and incredibly aroused.
Lord Nogard and Jarrod were watching everything from one of the castle's windows...
"Are you seeing this?!" the Lord exclaimed, "My cousin is back and she has a dragon with her!! How is this possible?! I thought dragons were extinct!"
"So did I," Jarrod responded, "No dragon has been seen for centuries. And this one is helping the Princess. Then the legend must be true."
"What legend? What are you talking about?" Ethan asked angrily.
Jarrod began to explain the legend of the dragons...
"Many years ago, dragons were common in our land. And all of them came to life the same way. They all were sons of the Queen Dragon. A human female that was the only one capable of giving birth to them."
An image formed in Jarrod's mind; the Queen was kneeling on the ground, with a pregnant belly and the dragon's cock in her mouth, feeding from his nutritive sperm.
"But one day, the Queen made the mistake of falling in love with a man; a wizard. She came to love him as much as she loved her dragons and because of this, she was doomed. This man was evil..."
"He fucked her everyday, giving her overwhelming orgasms, while he used his magic to poison her mind. Soon enough, the Queen became addicted to this rush. She couldn't pass one day without reaching climax with him. The wizard controlled the Queen and the Queen controlled the dragons. He had absolute power."
"He convinced the Queen to use the dragons against other kingdoms. The war began and brought devastation like no one had ever seen before. The era of terror had begun."
Now an image formed in Ethan's mind; the Queen sitting on the wizards long, fat cock, as he whispered ideas to her enthralled mind, "With our dragons, our enemies stand no chance. We will rule all kingdoms!" and the Queen responding without thinking at all, "Ahhhhh!! Yes my love... I'll do everything you say."
At this point of the story, Jarrod chose not to tell Lord Nogard that the reason he knew so much about the legend was because this evil man was his ancestor. Then he continued telling the story...
"In a brief moment of clarity, the Queen realized that she had made a terrible mistake. Dead and misery spread across all Kingdoms and it was all her fault."
"The wizard pleaded for his life an instant before one the dragons bit his head off, following the Queen's command. Then, she took her one life."
"One of the Queen's sons, a human son, took over the kingdom and promised to destroy all dragons. Over the following years, the dragons died one by one until they became extinct; or so we thought."
Lord Nogard listened attentively but nothing prepared him to what Jarrod said next...
"The new king change the family's name, spelling it backwards, from Dragon to Nogard and destroyed all records of your family's relation to the dragons. After many years, it all became an old legend."
Ethan facial expression changed from astonishment to anger in less than a second, "My original family name was Dragon?! Why you never told me about this, you idiot?! I could have that dragon under my control."
Jarrod calmly responded, "No. Only the Mother of Dragons can control them. I should have known that the Princess's alluring powers had something to do with this."
"Well, all we have to do is capture Maya again and force her to use the dragon in our advantage. She is helping me already by eliminating the northern creatures." Ethan said, looking at the window.
"Yes, the invaders are running away," Jarrod agreed, approaching the window as well.
They both were so distracted looking at the dragon's precise attacks, that didn't notice a monster climbing through the window on the opposite side of the room.
The sneaky creature jumped forward, grabbing Ethan by the neck and lifting him off the ground. Then he commanded, "Stop the dragon or I'll break your neck!!"
Ethan desperately tried to explain, "I..c...can't...not....my...ugh..."
Jarrod stepped back looking at the terrifying humanoid, then he silently moved a little further away, *I better get out of here!*
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After the battle was over and all the invaders were either dead or gone, Maya entered the castle searching for her cousin. He will have to answer for his pitiful behavior... but it was too late. Anais knelt and checked the body, "He is dead. His neck is broken."
"Sorry cousin. You brought this on yourself," Maya whispered.
"I guess the wizard escaped. We will have to be careful in case he returns," Anais said, looking around the room.
Certain that the city was safe, the Princess ran to the roof of the castle and waited for her lover. Maya couldn't be more grateful to her dragon and she was going to thank him the only way she knew how.
"You did it, Princess. You saved the city!" Anais said, looking at Maya and her dragon together again.
"No. He did it. My beloved dragon. He is the real hero," the Princess responded, caressing the dragon's head.
Moments later, the Princess had her legs around the dragon's body while he hammered her pussy deep and hard. The dragon embraced her tenderly but firmly, pulling her slim frame against his rugged body. Anais, knowing what kind of spectacle she was about to witness, sat on the ground and started rubbing herself.
Maya felt him deep within her body and it was as intense as the first time. She knew that it will always feel like this; every time would be like the first time; thrilling and exciting. Only with his enormous cock inside of her she felt complete.
"Yes... Own my body since you already own my soul," She whispered.
The dragon smashed her pelvis with powerful blows, projecting his cock into Maya's pussy as deep as he could. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her but his instincts were unforgiving, and her loud moans alleviated his worries. She was fine and she wanted more.
The Princess quickly reached an orgasm. Her vaginal cavity pulsated and twitched around the fat cock, massaging it, pulling it deeper, enticing him to eject his sperm into her womb. Her body responded naturally. Maya had been born to do this.
After several more orgasms, Maya was exhausted but her lover kept pounding at her relentlessly. Nonetheless, when he slowed down, Maya complained, urging him to continue until he was done.
Anais had climaxed two times already but she just couldn't stop. Her eyes were fixed on the mating couple. She looked at Maya's abdomen as it bloated from the huge cock pulsating within. She pictured that cock inside of her, brutal and overpowering; Anais was about to cum one more time. *I am coming again... I am coming..*
The dragon finally reached his climax, discharging his seed into the Princess's pregnant womb. Maya limp body shuddered from the bliss of feeling his hot sperm filling her again.
Anais heard the first gob of cum squirting inside of the Princess and then she couldn't hear anything else as her mind went blank from her own self-induced bliss. Afterward, she didn't know if she had the strength to make herself cum again but she was certainly going to try.
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Maya recovered from the first round of orgasms and she went back on top of her lover. They continued the wild coupling well into the night.
Anais, refusing to leave the Princess alone, slept a few meters away, covering her body as best she could under the cold sky. She knew that Maya was completely safe, but she still decided to stay nearby. The truth was that she felt a thrilling excitement being so close to the mighty dragon.
Maya was doing most of the work now. She bounced up and down on his cock, not too fast, not too slow. Her plan was to gratify the dragon until she couldn't move from sheer exhaustion.
And she was indeed getting tired, satisfied but tired. Maya suspected that the next orgasm was going to be the last of the night and she wanted to make it count. *Every time I cum, it feels like he gets a little deeper inside of me. I wish I could keep climaxing forever.*
This time, the dragon climaxed first, again stuffing her with sperm. Maya, felt him erupt inside of her, and she did the same. They shuddered together; he did it for a brief moment, she, almost to the brink of madness.
At last, they finally fell asleep. Maya was still on top of the dragon, with his soft cock tenderly sheathed inside of her. The dragon held her close to him, like the extremely precious thing that she was. Nothing and no one would keep her apart from him.
Queen Maya knew with absolute certainty that she would love nobody else like she loved her dragon; she had become her bride, her mate, and it was going to last forever.
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One month later, the city was recovering from the creature's attack and several parties were searching for the kidnapped women, although the possibility of finding them was small.
"I can't believe you have grown so much in four weeks!" Anais said, looking at Maya's enlarged belly.
"I guess the dragon's babies grow a lot faster than normal," Maya responded, caressing herself.
Maya had been declared Queen of the Dragon Kingdom. But she was more proud of her full pregnant belly than her new title.
Maya gave the order the open the room of the old throne. The room that her ancestors had closed decades ago, was again filled with life and activity. The dragon was allowed to come and go from the castle as he pleased.
"This large belly is getting in the way of giving myself properly to my lover and he is getting restless. Maybe you can take care of him for me," Maya said to Anais.
"Me!! Do you think we will want me?!" Anais's heart jolted and her pussy flared at the possibility of mating with the dragon.
Maya's best friend was afraid that the dragon might not like her but she was resolved to give it a try. She had been dreaming about this moment since the first time she saw the Princess and the dragon together. *I can't believe I'm going to do it with him!*
"Just put him in your mouth, as deep as you can," Maya said, grabbing the dragon's erect cock.
As Anais approached, the dragon looked at her mistrustfully but Maya's closeness calmed him.
After an instant of hesitation, Anais engulfed the large cock until it reached the back of her throat. She was breathing fast and heavy from the excitement and her pussy was dripping wet.
"That's right. Let him feel the warmth of your mouth," Maya said softly.
As Maya expected, the dragon responded well to the stimuli and took a step forward, plunging his cock deeper into Anais's throat.
The surprised woman gagged briefly but remained in place. She was going to let the dragon do whatever he wanted with her, as this was the Queen's request. But more than an obligation, Anais saw this as a blessing.
"You see? He likes you!" Maya said proudly.
The Princess moved back and sat on the floor beside the throne, watching attentively at her escort being deep-throated by her dragon. It was exciting to see her best and most loyal friend making love to her one and only lover. Almost inadvertently, her hand moved to her pussy.
The dragon pumped Anais's mouth with increasing excitement. This woman was a good replacement for Maya until she was ready to mate again.
Anais was so fevered that she was about to reach her first orgasm and she wasn't even touching her pussy.
When Anais felt the dragon's cock bloating prior to climax, she came. Thick gobs of hot sperm squirted down her esophagus as her pussy twitched hard from orgasmic spasms. The bewildered woman felt her belly getting stuffed with sperm and the thick phallus kept pulsating between her lips. This was beyond her wildest dreams.
The dragon took a couple of steps back, withdrawing his cock from Anais's mouth. The excess of sperm came rushing from the woman's body, spilling on the floor after every orgasmic contraction. Seeing this, Maya rubbed her pussy faster until she came as well.
The new Queen approached the couple and caressed the dragon's head, fully aware that he would not be satisfied with just one ejaculation. Anais was counting on that...
"He wants more. Turn around and show him that you are ready," Maya said to her beloved escort.
"Yes, my Queen," Anais responded, still out of breath. *Gods! I came so hard. And this is just the beginning... I am so blessed.*
Anais turned around and presented her rear end to the dragon. Her pussy was soaking wet and almost hurt with yearning.
"He is smelling you. You are going to love this," Maya said as the dragon lowered his head, reaching for Anais's behind.
"I am read..." Anais didn't have time to finish the last word before the dragon jumped violently on top of her, plunging his cock into her ass and smashing her against the ground. Anais yelped from the sudden, anal penetration but she immediately closed her mouth when she felt the contents of her belly being squished out her body.
*Gods! He is pushing too hard! The sperm is rushing out of me... I don't want to throw up in front of the Queen!!*
But there was nothing she could do to stop it. The white, thick fluid erupted from her mouth like a geyser while the Queen observed with amazement.
*All the sperm she swallowed before is coming out! This is so exciting!* Maya thought, truly aroused.
As soon as her stomach was empty, Anais climaxed one more time.
The dragon kept fucking Anais for a long time and Maya amused herself by counting her friend's orgasms.
*Wow! She came seven times before he did. This is going to be a long, joyful night for Anais.*
When the dragon ejaculated, it was time to switch to another position and start all over.
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Three days later, Anais was entertaining the dragon when Maya entered the room and knelt in front of them. Then she made an important announcement...
"I think it's time. The baby dragon is coming."
"It's time?!" Anais yelled, squeezing the large cock sheathed in her pussy.
They interrupted the coupling and approached the Queen. When the contractions became more frequent, Maya laid on her back and spread her legs. She was excited, aroused and scared. It was her first time giving birth and she started to doubt herself.
"I am scared Anais. What if I can't do it?"
"Don't worry my Queen. There is nothing you can't do. Everything will be fine," Anais said, reassuring her.
Moments later, the tip of a greenish egg emerged from the Queen's pussy. Maya felt a turmoil of sensations that encouraged her to continue with her incomparable task. One second she felt pain and the next one she felt pleasure, incredible pleasure.
"Push, my Queen, push! I can see it!" Anais said.
When the large ovoid was finally squished from her pussy, Maya reached a powerful orgasm that made her see bright stars behind her eyes. She had done it! She was now a real mother. She was really fulfilling her destiny.
"I have it! I have the egg! You did it!" Anais exclaimed, then she thought, *Gods have mercy! This egg is huge!!*
Maya's body returned to her natural slender shape in a matter of seconds, even as her body was still shuddering from the orgasmic aftermath. She could hear Anais speaking but her mind was still too dazed. All she could hear was one word and it filled her heart with joy; Egg.
"You gave birth to a large, beautiful egg."
The following hours were quiet. Maya, the dragon and Anais couldn't take their eyes off the egg. Maya placed her hand gently on top and could feel something moving inside; more insistent as the time passed. It was clear that after centuries of waiting, the first baby dragon was coming into the world.
"It is really moving inside! My baby is a fighter!" Maya said proudly.
"This is so amazing!" Anais responded.
The egg started to crack from the inside out and moments later, a baby dragon walked hesitantly from the safety of the shell. The newborn smelled his mother and walked towards her instinctively. He knew that Maya would protect it with her life.
"Come here baby. Come to meet your father," Maya said with a motherly voice.
"Wow! It is so tiny and beautiful!!" Anais exclaimed.
Upon seeing her baby, the Queen felt a tingling in her pussy. This was the first baby dragon of many and there was no time to be wasted.
"Anais, you will be in charge of taking care of him. This will be your dragon," Maya said.
After hearing these words, Anais was ecstatic, "Mine?!! Thank you my Queen! Thank you!! Long live the Mother of Dragons!!"
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Years later, in the gardens behind the castle, all was joy and ecstasy. Anais's dragon had grown big and strong. Anais called him 'Red' because of his unique coloration and he had become her mate; her one and only love. They knew that she could never bare his children but he loved her just the same.
Many more dragons were born and Maya carefully selected a mate for each one. Once again the dragons ruled the sky and the Queen taught them to protect the people, the defenseless; to be aware of the dangers that inhabited the northern lands, filled with creatures always looking for a weakness.
There was peace and prosperity in all the kingdoms and the kindness of the Queen, the Mother of Dragons, was becoming legendary.
The End.
Note from the author: There is a graphic version of this story. | literotica |
Title: The Rikifur Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Airy by SilverrFox
Tags: Heterosexual, M/F, Plot Development, Series
Chapter 1 - Airy
My name is Airiphryone, and I am a daughter of the Rabbit people of Rikifur. My name is pronounced Air-rif-re-o-nay, at bit awkward I know. Being named after the first queen of Rikifur and the single most revered and important female of our kind makes it a hard name to live up to, but no one ever calls me that anyway. To family and my closest friends, I am "Airy". All others use my formal titles since I have to maintain my dignity and a certain distance from those around me out of respect for our ancestors and the divine right through which our family rules. To everyone else of Rikifur I am, therefore, "Princess" or "My Lady", for I am destined to be queen on the day of my father's death. I hope that the Great Maker is benevolent so that day may lie many years in the future, because I love my father, Eophus, the king. I can gladly wait for my turn. I have a tremendous responsibility of my own before then anyway.
What responsibility? To understand that you have to first realize that my birth disturbed many people. The first born of the king whether male or female inherits dominion and rules as king or queen upon the death of the current king. I am the only female first-born kit ever in our line. Ever. I guess that makes me unique, though some people have used unflattering terms such as 'anomalous' or 'unusual'. The even less kind said I was an 'aberration' or a 'freak'. The priests were aghast on the day I was born. Guess what? The priests are all males. Since the original founding of our dynasty by the bringer of steel, Jacynthopoles, there has been an unbroken succession of first-born males.
Rabbit males are lucky. The first-born male of the late king automatically rules as king. Though females are forbidden to rule directly, if the firstborn is female, like me, then there is an ancient though never before used rule that allows that upon my twentieth birthday I am authorized to choose the next king, who will also become my husband. Just short of being nineteen, I am but a single year away from my day of choosing. I can't say I am happy with being relegated to second place, but everyone knows a king cannot rule without consulting his queen and earning her approval. It's kind of a joint governing arrangement.
The head priest, or Great Algar, as he was called, was said to have become apoplectic upon receiving the news of my inconvenient gender. Old, conservative males don't seem to like change much. To compensate, they resort to overzealous enforcement of rules. Though of little concern to me when I was a child, now that I am older and have become a woman, their tedious rules make me secretly wish that the old fool had died of his apoplexy. Instead, he lived to grow even more ancient seemingly with the sole purpose to make my life miserable.
In addition to ruining my life with their tiresome rules, the priests constantly searched for unfavorable signs, portents and unusual occurrences that they tried to relate to my birth. Poor harvests, attacks by our neighbors, even strangely shaped clouds had been blamed on me. However, I shouldn't censure just the priests. They were not the only ones who spoke of strange omens and monumental changes as I grew up. Even my father, whom I dearly love, told me that my birth must have great meaning and that I was 'special' and 'extraordinary', his kind words to describe my unorthodox existence. My father thinks that I am destined to bring about some great change, but I cannot see it. Even so, if the Maker has made me the first-born for a purpose, I am determined to do whatever it takes to fulfill that destiny, whatever it is.
Prior to the day that changed my life and Rikifur forever, it had been a challenge just to live by the rules and up to the expectations imposed on me. My father's advice to me had always been supportive, encouraging me to be the best leader that I could for my people. As to my great purpose, he instructed me to let my conscience guide my actions and the future of Rikifur; advising that I would know what to do when the time came. Despite the sage advice of my father and the warnings of the priests, what happened to me and to Rikifur was beyond what even the most imaginative person could invent or the most blatant omen could have foretold.
Before I can recount that day and the astounding adventures that followed, you must come to know more about myself and my people. My place in Rikifur was an enormous responsibility that I had taken seriously all of my life and for which I had prepared every day for as long as I can remember. Even the duty of picking the future king is not a frivolous task to me. Having many suitors, just keeping track of their names has been a challenge. Some are young, many are much older than I am. They are not all handsome. Most come from powerful old families, but some have risen up from the most humble birth and proven themselves in battle or in other ways. Despite my longings to have a perfect companion for myself, I know that I must choose a buck who will be the king that our people needed. My advisors and tutors, of whom there have been many, told me I should not base my decision on how handsome, strong or charming I found a suitor. Do they still think me a naïve and infatuated child? I know my duty, and I am prepared to choose wisely. No fool will sit on the throne because of me. Still, I will never marry someone who does not love me. At least I got some agreement on this point. My favorite and wisest tutor, blind old Hylthgyne, taught me that a divided house cannot rule. King and queen must be united not just in purpose, but also in love for each other so that they can in turn love their people and serve them wisely. She urged me to let both my heart and mind guide me in my choice. Finding love, though was something for which the priest's rules left me woefully unprepared.
Why? Because with my awesome responsibility came both advantages and limitations upon my life. The benefits were incredible. I was allowed to train with the males as a fellow warrior and captain; something few other females were allowed to do. I escaped much of the drudgery of cooking, sewing, cleaning, and taking care of children. Instead, I learned to ride a horse, use the bow, spear, sword and shield and to fight with my hands and feet. I was taught to read and write and to lead others. History, law and mathematics were drilled into me. I learned these things to be wise and thus be able to choose the best ruler for Rikifur when I come of age. Yet most important of all, after I become queen, I will be taught our most closely guarded secret; the thing that made my people strong enough to drive from our lands our most hated enemies, the Cats and Wolves. This secret allowed our people to unite into a single kingdom called Rikifur. This secret is steel. Steel made us strong. None of the other furry races have it. With steel we killed or drove out our enemies, the Wolves and Cats, over the Earth Spine to the eastern lands.
As for the limitations, little was forbidden to me, but what was forbidden has been a difficult trial, for I am not allowed to mate with any male until I am wed to my king. This was the onerous curse that the priests and the Great Algar inflicted on me with their pious zeal. My king has to be my first and only lover. If I break this rule, I will immediately be denied my birthright and exiled from Rikifur, leaving the next in succession to take my place. Though I am fond of my brother Andre, who was second-born, I could not abide giving the kingdom over to him. He has always been a sickly child, and is probably the worst warrior in the Kingdom. Being a dreamer, a singer and a poet, he has never shown any inclination or ability to rule. He is oblivious to the wants and needs of others and often retreats into his own world of song and rhyme. Petulant and moody, he does not inspire others. He could not lead warriors into battle, stand in judgment of the accused, or settle disputes, or do any of the things a true king or queen needs to do. No. I have to persevere. Rikifur is dependent upon me, though the temptation is around me constantly and has been since puberty when I began to see the bucks in a new and interesting way.
Now it is true that many does in Rikifur remain virgins until their wedding day. This is customary, but the restrictions placed on me go far beyond normal custom. Ordinary does can meet with bucks in informal settings, even alone and unchaperoned. For me, any and all personal or intimate interaction with them was denied me once I flowered. Since that day, I have always had female chaperones at my side. They even sleep in the same room with me, and on especially cold winter nights the same bed. Despite having been selected and trained by those damn priests, my chaperones have been for the most part my best friends. Even friends can be irritating, though, when I can't be in the presence of a male who is not of my family without at least two chaperones being present. How am I ever to possibly learn about love if every encounter with a buck is a formal affair where all physical contact and conversation is scripted and prescribed, and we can't be alone together to say what we really feel? It's enormously frustrating. Trying to understand love by listening to the stories my chaperones tell of encounters with their lovers only makes it worse. Romantic and everlasting love is an important ingredient to the success of my impending decision, and it is the one subject of which I am completely ignorant. Ride a horse, wield a sword, command troops in battle, these things I can do, but ask me to recognize true love between a doe and a buck and I am like a child.
As I said before, I had many suitors. I like to think it was because I am beautiful, not just because I am the princess, and I suppose it is true, but it is often hard to tell if the bucks fawned over me because I was pretty or if they simply desired to be king. Would anyone have dared call me ugly if I was? Not directly, but I am sure I would have heard rumors if it had been true. I take after my mother in some ways and my father in others. I have my mother's red eyes. The curly tufts of red fur on top of my head and the short golden coat that covers the rest of my body comes from my father. No one is quite sure where the red stripe-like highlights of my golden coat came from, though. Never has their like been seen in our family. These stripes earned me the nickname "tigress" but no one but my rude brothers and sisters dared call me that to my face. All Rabbits hate Cats, and I certainly have never wanted to be associated with them in any way. Stripes are not common among Rabbits, so they are just more reasons for the priest to fret over ominous meanings. I try to ignore the stripes. I'm much more proud of my ears, which in our family, stand tall with no drooping or bent tips like much of the rest of our kind. Tall, straight ears are considered a very desirable trait and a mark of favor from the Maker.
Constant physical training has made me strong and athletic. I understand many bucks prefer wide hipped and large breasted does like some of my chaperones, but I favor what I have. I like being lean and fast, and my breasts are not so large that I cannot comfortably wear armor and fight. I am tall for a doe, just over five feet like my mother, but still short when compared to the bucks, which the Great Maker made much taller. The priests said this was to emphasize the differences between males and females, and they use this to justify the separation in labor and status between the sexes. Males are big and strong so that they can hunt and protect. Females are small so they can hide and raise the children. I am grateful that as a princess I am an exception.
Being heir to the throne, I am a captain in the Rikiguard, the name for our armed forces that protect Rikifur. On the day my life changed, my company had for the past three weeks been stationed at the lower pass over the Earth Spine to protect the workers that annually repair the Barrier, a wide, high wall that impedes passage of our enemies over the pass. Toiling alongside the Barrier garrison and a gang of builders, the warriors under my command were all male, some younger, some older, and all fit healthy specimens of our lupine race. It is a tantalizing pleasure to be around them. Of course, three of my youngest and fittest female chaperones travel with me when my company is away from the capitol on maneuvers, patrols or work duty like today. I never get a break.
Today is a sunny, early summer day with a sky of supreme, deep sapphire blue unmarred by a single cloud. That sky hangs over the lower pass, which is a defile in the western rim of a huge tilted bowl shaped plateau nearly ten miles in diameter. Rain and snowmelt that collects in that bowl has to drain somewhere, and the lower pass is the only exit. Those waters rush through a culvert under the Barrier with multiple layers of steel bars to keep our enemies from passing that way, though it would have been suicide to attempt that passage because of the tremendous volume and speed of the rushing water.
The upper pass is located in a similar, but wider canyon cutting across the eastern rim of the bowl and many thousands of feet higher in elevation. The edges of this bowl are cliffs nearly two thousand feet higher than the floor of the plateau, and beyond them to the north and south, jagged and insurmountable crests rise to impossible heights above where even clouds dare to go. Little grows at these elevations beyond lichen and a few hardy flowers that spring up in the path of the melting snow quickly going to seed and dying as the moisture retreats. The melting water from the retreating ice flows noisily over rocky steps and down narrow crevasses to fill the many shallow depressions in bedrock that are placid lakes serenely mirroring the sky. Pouring out the other end, the water continues its mad rush to the lower pass. Augmenting the stark and barren beauty to make it a truly alien landscape are the steam vents, boiling pools, warm springs and geysers that dot the face of the plateau. From the top of the barrier, the hot springs stand out even in the far distance with their bright orange to aquamarine colored rims. Geysers sometimes hundreds of feet high were erupting on nearly predictable schedules. A sulfurous odor drifted intermittently over the Barrier. It is a strange, yet beautiful landscape that is strategically important to my people.
We are here because the snow this high up in the mountains has finally retreated enough to allow us our annual access to the lower pass. In another month or so, the high pass itself will open allowing our enemies their annual entrance across the only known east west passage over the Earth Spine, a massive linear mountain range that stretches north and south to lands beyond all knowledge of my people. Rising so high that breathing is impossible nearly everywhere along the Earth Spine, the high pass is the only way across, and even it is a difficult and potentially deadly passage. Most of the year it is covered in deep snow and ice. Even with the snow diminished, but not wholly gone in late summer, the air at the high pass cannot support life for long. Anyone lingering at the pass will find themselves getting dizzy, sleepy and eventually dead. It is impossible to construct and guard a wall there. The low pass has been our next best defense, still surrounded by high, steep mountains and cliffs that make it difficult for our enemies to bypass.
Upon first arrival at the low pass, it is an effort to breathe, especially if you were exerting yourself like we had been doing to repair the wall. The air became more breathable each day we lingered, and we slowly got used to it, allowing more and more physical functionality. An army, however, trying to fight and climb the Barrier here would find itself tiring quickly while our archers easily rained arrows down from the battlements forty feet above. A few Cats and Wolves exceptionally good at climbing have managed to bypass the wall by scaling the dangerous cliffs and ridges that stretch north and south from the bluffs that form the walls of the round plateau. They make mischief and occasionally kill some of our kind, but they never do any lasting damage. The Barrier was not built to stop scouts and small raiding parties. It was built to stop an army, an army that has never come. If an army of Wolves or Cats ever does come and tries to conquer Rikifur, it will have had to throw itself upon a wall that is thirty feet thick at the base and tapered to ten feet thick at the top. Its center is crushed stone and the exterior is large angular rock pieced together with mortar to form a smooth, vertical, eastward facing surface. Stretching from one side of the pass to the other and abutting against steep cliffs, it is a daunting fortification. Behind the Barrier are buildings for storage, barracks, a mess hall, a stable and a smithy. The lack of trees growing this high denies enemies the materials needed to build ladders or siege engines, and bringing the equipment over the high pass would be a challenge indeed.
We have to constantly make ourselves ready for our foes if they ever try to come back, because every year the snow and Ice overwhelm the low pass Barrier in the winter. The ice relentlessly plucks and chips and spends its inexorable fury to tear down the Barrier. The rare large earthquakes also sometimes cause portions of the wall to collapse or cause rock avalanches that sometimes build convenient ramps for potential enemies to scale our wall. Each year we return to repair the Barrier and garrison it until the snow returns in early fall and closes the pass completely and keeps us safe for another winter. I am in charge of the repairs this year. It was part of my training so that I would better understand the Barrier's strategic importance and vulnerabilities before I become queen.
Being both a captain and a princess I was not expected to toil alongside the others, but instead to give orders and provide encouragement. In truth, I had been helping wherever I could, occasionally assisting with mixing mortar, fetching water or lifting stones until others rushed in to prevent me from dirtying my royal paws. I liked to lead by example, and I found that my warrior bucks were embarrassed if a female was seen doing more work or fighting better than them. The stronger and more expert that I became at doing a task, the harder they worked to surpass me. It was a game that they usually, but not always, won. In combat training, I sometimes won by using my small size and greater agility to my advantage. Even bucks a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, had fallen in defeat before me on occasion much to their embarrassment. True, I had taken a lot of beatings, received many bruises and even a few fractured bones in return, but I have never been deterred or given up. They respect me for that. My father says that I am doing well, and that I am a born leader. His expectations and love keep me going to become the finest queen for my people, no matter how arduous the journey. Moving rocks and mixing mortar in the hot sun and thin mountain air was the most arduous task I could have imagined today. Everyone was hot, dirty and sweaty including me.
Repair of the Barrier was nearly complete. Just a few more hours would see it done and my company on its way back to the capitol. We had been working hard for weeks, and an extra effort was being put forth to finish it that morning. Many of the males had stripped down to their loincloths to avoid heat stroke, and their muscles flexed and rippled beneath the short fur that covered their bodies, mostly brown and gold with the odd black, gray, and white coats. Eager to return to the capitol, my chaperones had joined in to hasten the task's completion. Their physical efforts were trivial but seemed to have had a beneficial effect on the productivity of the males, who weren't subtle about jockeying to work as close to my chaperones as they could. Disapproving at first of my attendants also stripping down to the bare minimum acceptable level of clothing, I relented when it became obvious that the bucks were working harder trying to impress them. Clearly the males were enjoying the show whenever the does bent over to pick up rocks or shovel more mortar into the mixing pond. The physical exertion and sexual arousal filled the air with musk. Although the productivity had increased, I began to find myself too distracted to concentrate on the task at hand. Fantasizing about how it would be to command the more handsome of my warriors to bed me became a running monologue in my head. Certainly I had the power of command. Would they obey or would they fear the wrath of my father? Thinking that way was madness. I needed time alone to recover my wits. I was too close to my choosing day to risk everything on such a stupid whim. Hastily searching among the workers and troops, I found my first lieutenant and decided to put him in charge so I could retreat to a place to recover my senses.
"Druhy!" I shouted, hoping he didn't detect the desperate tone I sensed in my own voice.
The lieutenant was the tallest and handsomest of all the males present, and wore only his loincloth and his arm sash that marked his rank. Only great effort kept me from gaping at his body. Bent over with his back to me when I found him, I received an excellent view of his muscular thighs and taut buttocks. Maybe I should have found another less attractive officer, I thought too late. When he finished lifting the large stone he was handling and placed it in the basket that was connected by rope and pulley to the top of the Barrier, he turned and bent to one knee in front of me. Despite kneeling, his head was nearly even with mine perhaps a bit taller if his ears had not been bent forward in a show of respect and submission. His shiny golden coat was flawless and unbroken except for a white patch encompassing his chest and flat stomach. His eyes, like the sky above, were the most beautiful azure. It took all my self-control to not fall into those eyes.
"Yes, Princess. What is your command?", he said with a voice smooth and deep like calm water.
For you to take that cloth from around your loins and crush me against your chest, I thought, but cleared my throat instead and said, "Take command for a while. I am going to refresh myself from the heat by the lake."
"Shall I have your body guards and chaperones accompany you?"
I was thinking how much I wanted him to come with me by himslef, but instead I said, "No...uh, we need everyone to keep working on the Barrier and finish early today. It's a long way back to the capitol, and I want to take advantage of the long days and get as far down the mountains as we can before nightfall."
"As you wish, Captain." He rose and began shouting orders to the others to work faster, encouraging them with the prospect of returning home sooner. At the mention of home, an exultant shout rose from all but the garrison that had to stay the rest of the summer to defend the wall.
I walked alone the hundred yards or so to the small lake that filled a shallow bowl in the bedrock on the north side of the pass. I was in no danger there with the Barrier and my troops between me and any potential enemies. Besides, it was too early for even lone Cats or small groups of Wolves to have navigate the high pass and try to sneak around the Barrier. When my company first arrived at the Barrier escorting the garrison and builders, I sent scouts ahead to inspect the condition of the high pass. They reported what I already suspected, snow and ice was still blocking access. Our enemies never came this early. Despite those assurances, I carried my sword, spear and knife with me and continued to wear my armor. I would be naked without my battle gear, having trained, marched and fought with it for so long. Once I was back home safe at the capitol, I could set the armor aside and wear more comfortable clothes.
For a place that spent more than half the year under snow cover, the pass was surprisingly hot that day. The still surface of the lake mirrored my visage showing me my dusty and overheated face and sweat spiked fur. Some beauty I was. Lieutenant Druhy must have thought me a wreck. Sitting at the edge of the lake, I laid the spear across my lap. Kicking off my sandals and submerging my feet in the nearly ice-cold water was pure ecstasy as the heat and soreness drained out through my feet. Ripples spread out slowly and the mirror that was the lake began to sparkle and shimmer.
It was a serene spectacle that unexpectedly began to look amiss. At odds with the usual reflective behavior of waves, ripples seemed to spring up everywhere simultaneously across the lake, growing in intensity and frequency. A loud rumbling and roaring sound followed, quickly rising in volume until it was nearly deafening. The land then began to split and groan, and tilt beneath me. Stunned by the unreality of the moment, I was fastened in place. I was dimly aware of rocks rolling about and dust rising blocking out my view of the Barrier. Everything became chaotic and confused. Astonishingly, the lake rose up in front of me in defiance of nature and then rushed over me in a mighty surge of water sweeping me backwards towards the center of the pass. Boulders and enormous pieces of the cliffs were falling all about, and dimly through the roaring I thought I heard shouts and screams, until all sound was lost when the water rose over me and filled my ears.
Swimming against the torrential flood, I was helpless as I was swept northward in a place that just a few moments before had been flat and dry. Disoriented and bruised, I bounced painfully off boulders. Agonizing as it was to collide with them, the boulders saved my life. As I was swept between two large rocks, my spear bridged the gap between them. Underwater, but no longer being carried along by the mad current, I was afraid to let go lest I be further bounced among the boulders until I was drowned. I wondered how long I would be able to survive under water. If I stayed where I was, I risked running out of air before the water subsided. Though my mind tried to consider alternatives, there really weren't any. With the added weight of my chain link hauberk and limited plate armor, I doubt if I would have been able to swim to the surface anyway. The spear shaft bent but did not break. Thank the Maker that it was made of wood from the sturdy vesh tree. It could take much more force than the flood was applying before breaking. When hunting I had witnessed some of my warriors stop a charging boar with a spear made of vesh wood with the shaft bending almost ninety degrees without breaking. It is strange the things you think about when you are facing death, but for a moment all I could think about was the construction of my spear.
The rush of water seemed to go on ceaselessly, and my mind returned to wondering how long I could hold on before I lost consciousness. Could I last until all the water was gone? I felt doomed if I held on and doomed if I let go. Just as I thought I could hold my breath no longer, the last of the lake was passing me, and the water level dropped enough for me to crane my neck up above the water surface and take a deep, desperate breath. I tried to stand, but the ground was too slippery and still swirled about my legs with significant force. Falling instead, I lay gasping and retching water as the stream receded around me leaving me in a shallow pool between the two lifesaving boulders. When I finally had the strength to stand again, I looked backward in the direction the water had been flowing and saw just how close to death I had come. Not twenty feet beyond where I lay, the north side of the pass had fallen away in a huge broken chasm that now ran east to west along the defile that was the lower pass. At the bottom of the chasm lay broken rocks and the remains of the lake water seeping into fissures.
An eerie silence had descended over the pass. So dazed was I, that I didn't realize the lack of noise was because there was nothing and no one alive to make any noise. I could hear nothing. Was I deaf? A small stone bounced off rock as it rolled to the valley floor providing a calibration for the overall silence. Dust shrouded all but the closest objects. I barely recognized the terrain around myself. The chasm occupied what had been the floor of the pass. Much of the cliffs and ridges that surrounded the pass had collapsed burying everything except where I stood and part of the lakebed, which was now tilted upward away from me toward the south. Water would never pond there again. I worked my way through the dense drifting dust and rubble eastward to a towering pile of talus where I thought the Barrier should be, but it was hidden from me. At least I had thought it was hidden, but then a southwesterly breeze drove the dust away like the slow parting of a curtain that, to my horror, revealed that what I thought was a pile of talus was actually all that remained of the Barrier and all the buildings behind it. Well, at least half the wall was buried under rock. The other half had fallen away into the chasm with the rest of the northern half of the pass. My first thought was to hunt for survivors. I had to organize those where weren't badly injured to search for anyone trapped under the debris. Shouting out the names of my troops and anyone else who I knew by name, I began to search. Nobody answered. My voice echoing off the silent canyon walls and along the length of the canyon was the only response.
I have no idea how long I searched, but it probably wasn't as long as it had seemed in my state of lonely desperation. I found no trace of anyone, not even a tuft of fur. I am ashamed to say that I, the first princess and future queen of Rikifur, broke down and wept when I should have been strong and continuing to seek for survivors. The tears helped clear the dust from my eyes, but they did nothing to help me find my comrades. It was not the kind of thing a commander or a queen should do. My only consolation was that I knew the tears were for the dead and not pity for myself. Could they really all be dead? Everyone?\_ \_ I shouted \_"\_No!" in defiance and screamed blasphemy at the Maker,but the ruins only echoed back my own voice to mock me.
Still, I was not ready to give up. I was determined to keep searching as long as it took to find someone alive or dead. Surely someone must have survived. I couldn't have been the only one. As if in defiance of my resolve, the ground shook again for a few seconds, less violently than previously, but it scared me more somehow. A silent pause followed full of expectant menace that no sound could convey, as though the earth had taken a deep breath before a mighty shriek. Then a vast geyser of steam began rising from the newly formed chasm. Beginning far in the west, the steam advanced rapidly along the trace of the chasm eastward toward where I stood. It was as though all the waters that normally flowed through the pass had vaporized at once. To avoid being scalded by the onrushing geyser, I began to scramble up the rock ruble pile that now lay where the Barrier had once stood. As fast as I was climbing, I still felt the boiling heat behind me giving me incentive to keep moving. Pausing for breath atop the rubble pile I saw that the destruction had not extended farther to the east. If I descended the pile in that direction, I would reach the circular geothermal plateau and the path that led to the high pass, but east meant danger and death. I had no desire to go that way.
The Great Maker apparently felt otherwise. Who else's hand could wreak such destruction on the earth itself? The steam had been bad enough, but all hope fled from me when fire, smoke and liquid rock began to erupt in towering fountains progressing as the steam had from about a mile to the west towards my position at the eastern edge of the chasm. Huge volumes of orange and yellow, glowing molten rock ejected into the air. Lava flowed across the land in a slow but inexorable flood. A huge explosion blasted forth from the chasm sending a tall column of ash and pumice ridden debris thousands of feet up into the sky. The shock wave from the blast nearly knocked me off my feet. When the material began to rain down on me, some of it still burning, I was forced to retreat to the east towards the high pass. The heat became like the steel furnaces in Rikifur.
Much of my crossing over the plateau to the high pass was a frantic blur. At one point, having climbed higher to the east, I looked desperately to find a way around the cataclysm, still hoping to get back to the west, but the pass was full of smoke and fire that was spreading fast onto the plateau. Surely, I would have been incinerated if I tried to go back. I gazed homeward one last time towards my beloved Rikifur, only to see death and destruction between home and me. With great trepidation, I turned myself east again and ran.
Beyond all exhaustion I raced to escape the billowing inferno that was growing and expanding behind me. It didn't help that I was unprepared for the cold or the extreme elevation of the high pass. My sandals had washed away in the flood and the high pass was still covered in snow and ice. My feet though padded and fur covered were nonetheless numb, and with only my breeches, shirt, mail hauberk and surcoat to protect me, I might have frozen to death if the conflagration behind me had not begun to warm the land for miles around. Even so, I dared not stop and rest. Garments that had seemed so warm in the lower pass, barely gave me any protection beyond my own fur, which was short and ill-suited to this climate. The dampness of my clothes also did nothing to help keep me warm, but they did keep the hot or flaming debris that occasionally landed about me from setting me on fire. Even still, I found my head fur smoldering several times from flaming pumice.
Eventually, I found myself standing at the high pass itself. The climb had been nearly impossible, and I was left with no memory of how I accomplished it. Never in my life had I been this far to the east. Dizzy and nauseous, I fell to my knees in the snow and retched. Nothing but spit and acidic bile came up. It was said that only the Maker was allowed to breathe the air at the top of the mountains, and mortals who tried to climb above the high pass would die from trying to breathe air not meant for them. The atmosphere here was definitely not meant for me, and death was the only outcome if I stayed too long. Yet, I found my mind drifting again to dwell on trivial things that had nothing to do with my survival.
As far as the knowledge of my people extended, the high pass was the only place along the great Earth Spine where any of the peoples could safely pass over from west to east. From where I knelt ingloriously in the snow with a puddle of sickening sludge at my knees, the world spread out around me in amazing glory, despite much to the immediate west having been obscured by smoke and fire. The huge column of debris and ash rising from the wounded earth was now bending north and dropping its choking and flaming burden there. It did not escape me that a change in the wind from southwesterly to westerly would likely kill me faster than breathing the Maker's air. Yet I felt compelled to stay a moment and see as much as I could of the extent of my world for the first time.
No one in Rikifur knows how far the mountains extend to the north or south. Rumors and legend allege that they have an end in the icy north, but no tales of and end have ever come from the south. The impossibly high mountains that continue to rise higher beyond the pass blocked any view that I had to any direction except east or west. The Spine is a dangerous place, but it is also the barrier that helped to make my people safe. With the discovery of steel, my people had been able to destroy or drive off the Wolf and Cat folk who had preyed upon and tormented us for so long. Those we did not kill, we drove eastward over this very pass. The low pass Barrier that now lay in ruins was built to keep them there. Along our northern and southern borders there were no narrow places to build a single wall, but the threats were also less.
To the north, the fertile flatland forests of Rikifur are separated by a great river, called the Muur, from the wilder more hilly forests that wither to tundra and ultimately to a great wall of ice. In those wild and less fertile lands dwell the Fox and Bear people and the remnants of the Wolf people we drove out of Rikifur. Neither friends nor foes, we kept an uneasy peace with the Bears and Foxes.
The Bear people are loners who are indifferent to and disdainful of others. In many ways they are akin to the Cat people, yet without the violent predatory tendencies to fight the other peoples. Their isolation and lonely habitat seemed to make them tend towards philosophical and missionary pursuits. A few of them would, on rare occasion, come among the Rabbit folk of Rikifur and preach their strange version of the Great Maker, the creation and the ultimate plan for all the peoples. The Rabbit priests did not like them and called them heretics, but since these wandering philosophers had always been peaceful, they were tolerated by royal decree. I listened to one once, despite the warnings from my tutors, who didn't want my head filled with nonsense. She was an ancient and giant female, though it was difficult to tell her sex. Sows and boars looked much the same in size and general appearance, and their thick shaggy fur covered everything, so that even though they typically went about naked except for ponchos or other decorative shawl like covers usually made from seal or reindeer skin, you rarely had a clue regarding their gender. Wearing of dead animal parts was forbidden in Rikifur to Rabbit folk, but no one dared to challenge the few Bear folk who came among us. As I said, they were tolerated, just. Though ancient, her coat was a coppery bronze, with no trace of gray, and she spoke with a soft almost musical voice incongruous to her size. Sometimes she would stop her tales and chant in a strange and hauntingly familiar tongue that I could not understand, as if the language of Rikifur was not adequate to express her meaning. I remembered her because she claimed that there was more than one Great Maker, and that each of the peoples had been created by a separate Maker. Heretical as that idea was, she extended her blasphemy further to claim that some of the Makers were dead or gone and some still lived among us. She did not say this so plainly as I have, but in her tales and songs, this was the gist of the story she told. How could a Maker die? Why would a Maker live among us and not in Heaven? It made no sense. No wonder the priests didn't like the Bear folk.
We Rabbits believe in a single Great Maker who made all the people different in appearance yet equal in status and ability, but when some of the people like the Cat and Wolf people turned evil and began to war with and even eat the other folk, the Great Maker came back among his children to amend this evil. The Cat and Wolf people became strong and fierce as they fell into their wicked ways, and they grew sharp fangs and claws as they were twisted and deformed by their hate. The Maker went among the other peoples: Bear, Horse, Cattle, Fox and Rabbit and found the Rabbit folk to be the purest and hardest working of all the Maker's children. Thus the Maker blessed us with a special gift to counter evil. Two of my most distant known ancestors, the brave Jacynthopoles and wise Airiphryone, were given special knowledge from the Maker - the making of steel. Jacynthopoles perfected the process of hammering, folding and forging the metal, while Airiphryone first found the ingredients and the methods of blending them to make this wondrous substance. Jacynthopoles united the disorganized and fearful Rabbit clans and formed a great army. Steel changed us forever. Before steel there was endless ravaging and pillaging by the Wolves and Cats. My people were divided and helpless. With steel we made armor to protect our weaker bodies, and steel weapons made us stronger against the cruder blades of the predators. With their weapons of bone and obsidian, our ancient enemies could not stand against us. Wolves and Cats fled before us. We had found our strength at last with the blessing of the Maker. Once free from harm, Airiphryone proposed that all Rabbits unite under one common nation called Rikifur. Jacynthopoles, who had forged the first steel blade and led us to our greatest victories, became the first king. Airiphryone became his queen, and the succession of kings and queens that led to me was begun. The priests say the Maker selected Jacynthopoles and Airiphryone as his divine messengers on Earth. Hence, they and their descendants, including me, were to rule all of Rabbit kind by divine edict. If I was partly divine as the priests claimed, then why couldn't I breathe the Maker's air? I don't think that I am a heretic, but I also don't feel very divine.
The Fox people also lived to our north, and they were more secretive than the Bears. We traded with them, but they only allowed trade at special posts they set up that clearly weren't their homes. It was suspected that they crept and spied among our lands, but it was very rare they were ever caught, and they would never say what they had been doing in our lands when they were captured, always pretending they had just been lost. As if they were ever lost. We also suspect that they harbor some of the Wolves that had escaped us to the north, since they are cousin species after all, but we have never had enough proof to justify war against them. Instead, we keep fortified outposts along the river Muur and kept a defensive force alert and wary at all times. I have spent many boring reconnaissance missions along that border over the years that I have been a captain of the Rikiguard. It was there that I had my first taste of combat when a large Wolf raiding party surprised my patrol. I killed several Wolves myself despite my warriors trying to surround me and keep me as far from the enemy as possible. Respect for me among the skeptical males was washed away that day amid choruses of "Hail the warrior princess!". Though they Wolves were cunning enough to have plotted an ambush, we cut them down and slaughtered them like the mindless savage beasts they are. Strong and fierce, they are a worthy foe, but I would not regret wiping their kind out entirely, so steeped in hatred for them has been my upbringing.
Compared to the north, our southern border was even quieter. Where the forests gave way to the drier grasslands, the Horse people dwelt. There had never been war between the Horse and Rabbit people. Instead we traded and even lived together in mixed communities in the vague border lands where our territories met. There were misunderstandings and even feuds that led to killing between our peoples, but never war. For generations, Rikifur has tried to negotiate solid boundaries with the Horse people, but they are primitive wanderers who seem to have no concept of nations and ownership of land or of who had made them safe from the Wolves and the Cats. We did not stop hunting those enemies at our southern border, but drove them before us across the Horse people's lands all the way to the southern desert and pushed them there to die. You would think there would be some gratitude for that, but the Horse people did not seem to remember their history well or else they deliberately decided not include the triumph of the Rabbit people in their oral traditions.
As I thought about these familiar lands, I could only see tantalizing glimpses through the great smoking destruction in the west. Until today, what I have described covers my understanding and knowledge of the world. Farther west is the limitless ocean that forms our final border. Adventurous mariners sail up and down the coast and have even hinted at lush forested but peopleless lands again much farther to the south, but no one has ever sailed out across the ocean to guess at what if anything lies beyond the horizon. Those who did have never been seen again.
Despairing of ever returning home, I turned reluctantly to the east. I was only able to see down a few thousand feet because a solid blanket of white clouds stretched from the Earth Spine to the eastern horizon. All was veiled and made mysterious by an endless fluffy blanket, and no hint of what awaited me could I discern. That was my path if I chose to cling to life no matter how futile the hope. Into the unknown I had to advance. I wondered if perhaps this disaster would be good for my people by blocking the pass forever, and that the loss of one small princess was an insignificant price to pay for that gift from the Maker. Certainly no one could pass through the inferno as it was today. If only the lava and fire had been at the high pass instead, blocking completely all passage from the east. The Wolves still cross over this pass to reach the obsidian deposits in the plateau between the high and low passes. They still make their knives, arrows and spears from the black volcanic glass mounds that dot the flanks of the plateau. They still attack when they can, sneaking around our wall in small groups. Rabbit guards are sometimes found dead on the Barrier and no one ever saw the Wolf or Cat assassin. I hated them so deeply. Why couldn't they leave my people alone? If only I had the power and strength to march east and destroy them all.
To the west, all was fire and chaos. That way was certain death. I could not go back. To the east was the land ruled by foes that would show me no mercy. Death most likely awaited me there also. Was that my only choice? I could lie down and slowly fall asleep never to wake up. That is a choice open to me. Would that be so bad? I have no understanding of what will happen to me if I go east. Death, torture and being eaten alive are all my possible fates.
These thoughts and uncertainty were fueled by my increasing light-headedness, and I knew that if I lingered much longer, I would eventually collapse and, unable to move die. Why was this happening to me? Wasn't the mere occurrence of my birth a sign from the Great Maker that I was destined for greatness? How could it end this way with me descending into the east to perish? Only my most hated enemies inhabited that land. There had never even been rumor of Rabbit folk living east of the Earth Spine, so no friends awaited my arrival. If I began walking east, as I must to live, then I know I will be walking to my death. I can't believe this is what the Maker has in mind for me. It was all so pointless. There must be another purpose. The earth does not burst itself asunder for no reason. Was I a sacrifice to the Maker's will to seal the pass forever and keep my people safe? Should I have died in the fire, or was there some greater purpose served in dying in the east? These unanswered questions plagued my oxygen-starved mind.
I knew the end was near when my father appeared standing before me in his kingly raiment. Wearing a warm inviting smile, he spread his arms and invited me towards his comforting embrace, but I had not the strength nor the resolve to move, though my heart desired it greatly. Knowing that I was delusional did not stop me from talking to him.
"Father, help me, please," I begged with teardrops freezing to my furry cheeks.
"Be brave, my sweet little Princess, and get up. Your destiny awaits."
I was so tired and despondent. "Help me," I pleaded again.
"That is all the help that I am allowed to give you," he replied gently and with regret. "You must do the rest yourself."
"I can't. I don't know what to do. I'm afraid."
"Don't be, Airy. The Maker has plans for you. You are special. Your purpose now lies before you. You must get up, or all of your life will have been wasted, and the people of Rikifur will be the poorer for your loss."
His words consoled me and broke the fatalistic spell that had overcome me. I was not a coward, Maker damn it. Death was likely but not inevitable. My will hardened like steel at that moment more so than any other time in my life. Warrior training took control, and I decided that I would live a little longer. Perhaps I could take some of my enemies with me before I was killed. I am small, but I have the steel that my illustrious ancestors gave me both at my side in the form of my sword and in my spine in the form of my training. Whatever destiny awaited me, I would face it with courage as a captain of the Rikiguard. Even here in this place where no one could see me, I would not dishonor nor embarrass myself.
It was hard. It took all the strength I had, but I started moving again, downhill to the east. Father walked always in front of me just out of reach but offering encouragement. My feet hurt, which was good, though I could only think how much better it would be if they went completely numb. My muscles were tired and weak, and my head spun, yet breathing became a useful activity again as I lost elevation. The snow and ice eventually gave way to alpine meadows where riots of wildflowers sprung up to take advantage of the short summer. Meadows eventually gave way to sparse alpine forests, and it was here my father turned, gave me his blessing and disappeared. I wept at his absence even though my wits had returned and I knew that he had been an illusion. I was grateful for his assistance even if it had only been a delusion created from my memory and the love that I had kept inside myself.
I kept heading downward following a path created for and maintained by my enemies to access the pass. The earth continued to shake, sometimes hard enough to knock me off my feet. I descended into the clouds so nothing of the eruption was visible behind me. Once a great avalanche of rock and ice swept down a canyon from which I had only just ascended. I choked on the dust and wondered again whether I was lucky to be alive or if I would be better off if the avalanche had buried me. Though his apparition was gone, my father's soft voice in my head continued to give me the strength to continue.
I kept off the path when I could. I had no idea how often it was used. Avoiding Wolves and Cats was my paramount concern. Mountain sheep that I encountered were more nervous here than in the west. They feared me because they feared the Wolves and Cats, I reasoned. To them I was another two-legged hunter. If they had only known that the thought of eating meat other than fish was too repulsive for me to even contemplate, they might not have wasted their energy in pointless flight. Better to run than risk being dead, I suppose. I wondered, *Could I learn from that? Should I run from danger or confront it directly?*
I went as far as I could hoping to get below the damp and misty cloud layer. As the sun set behind the Spine, I realized I could go no farther and needed to make a shelter or risk freezing to death in my still damp clothes. I chopped branches from a fir tree with my sword headless of the fact that I was blunting its finely sharpened edge, and made a crude shelter to protect myself from the night and the cold that was sure to come. I slept fitfully bathed in the eerie red glow through the clouds of the destruction of my only way home. The night was bitterly cold, but the branches gave me some insulation from the ground and the air. When the shivering became too intolerable, I cut more branches until the weight of them on top of me was almost too much to tolerate. It felt better than freezing. The next day I was able to find some food by recognizing edible plants and berries that grew at similar elevations on the west side of the Spine, but there were also plants I didn't recognize, so I avoided them. Dying an agonizing death from poison, clutching my stomach as I vomited myself to death was surely worse than going hungry.
Late on the third day since the catastrophe in the pass, the clouds dispersed, and alpine forests yielded to taller firs and hardwoods growing by streams that all flowed down to the east in rilles that joined to form broader valleys that merged further downstream in succession as far as I could see before all was lost in the haze of the distance. How far the world went to the east, I couldn't say. Certainly past the horizon. So far, I had found no sign of any of my enemies other than the trail itself. I continued to keep off the trail but kept it in sight. This became harder as the forest thickened, but I preferred to go slow and back track occasionally than walk openly. The sun warmed me for the first time since my escape, and I felt my confidence and a tiny shred of hope returning. No enemies so far.
I was feeling fortunate until the pack attacked. They came upon me suddenly, trapping me in a clearing, surrounding me, leaving me nowhere to go but with my back against a large tree with no branches I could hope to reach and bark too smooth to climb. At first there was only one, but soon I could hear the movement of others in the brush at the edge of the clearing. Their leering, snarling faces were the first parts to enter the clearing from the undergrowth. Twelve, short legged, ugly, piebald, hunchbacked dog-like creatures with powerful jaws full of fangs slowly advanced on me. They must have had some dominance hierarchy, for one was clearly the leader while the others held back. Fortunately for me it charged alone. My spear, thrown with all the force I could muster hit is square in the chest and must have pierced its foul heart, for it died instantly without a sound. A second beast quickly charged and I was grateful for all the training in the martial arts that I had received since childhood. Unconsciously, my sword leapt from my scabbard into my hands and cut through the brute's leg and chest, felling it to the ground screaming in pain. In its spasm of death, its back claws raked across my thigh tearing through my breaches. I barely felt the pain, but blood oozed through the torn cloth. It's dying wails seemed to disturb the others, which milled about in confusion, but soon the smell of blood emboldened them. I knew they would charge again. I could only hope that they would continue in this pattern of single attacks and not charge as a group. There were still too many for me to fight at once.
When the maimed one stopped screaming and expired, the rest seemed to overcome their confusion and fear, and began spreading out in a semi-circle to attack me from several angles. They were clearly going to strike as a group now that there were no more leaders. I thought all was lost, and then to my dismay the situation got worse. My greatest fear was realized. A savage, snarling Wolf person leapt into the clearing howling like a four-legged wolf dripping saliva from his gaping jaws. He was horrible to behold with a patch covering one eye from beneath which fresh scars streaked across half his face. His teeth were elongated and sharp. His fur was matted and dirty with a base of black going mostly to silver. He was naked except for a loin cloth covered by a kilt like skirt made of leather. All muscle and snarling fury, he was a frightening apparition. I thought at first that the beasts must be his pets. No doubt he was using them to track and corner me. What a fool I was to have thought that I had a chance here. My time had come. I was certain that I was doomed. I only wished for him to come at me alone so that I could test his spear against my steel blade. I wanted that more than anything. Even if his pets tore me to pieces afterwards, I would die content if I could kill this monster.
Contrary to my assumption, instead of attacking me or ordering his pets to close in for the kill, he stabbed one with a spear just as the beasts charged me. There was no time to try to work out this puzzle. The Wolf's attack threw the beasts into confusion and broke up their charge. My warrior training took control again, as I fought the beasts that got past him. I had no spare attention to ponder the Wolf's odd behavior. Even with one beast dead by the Wolf's spear, there were still too many for me to overcome. I killed another easily with my sword, but that just allowed a second one to get past lunging for my neck. My steel gorget foiled its attempt to clamp its jaws about my throat as its teeth lost purchase on the smooth steel and failed to allow it to close those mighty jaws and suffocate me. The stench of its breath and body were awful, but that was the least of my worries as another one of the filthy beasts simultaneously bit my side. It couldn't puncture its teeth through my mail, but the force nearly broke a rib. I plunged my sword into its eye, and the weapon was wrenched from my grip as the flailing monster fell back crashing into the others, momentarily preventing them from pressing a coordinated attack. Frustrated that it could not gain purchase on my throat, the neck biter went for my arm, and was similarly foiled by my steel lower arm guard, which I deliberately shoved in its mouth so it could not bite the relatively unprotected flesh of my upper arm.
I was helpless as it thrashed its great sinewy neck, flinging me about like a child until I collided with something hard. My head must have hit the tree, because sparkling lights flashed across my field of vision, which was beginning to narrow. If this is to be my death, it is not as bad as I thought it would be. The pain was receding and my other senses with it. Only the creeping blackness and sounds were left to me, and a warm, sticky wet feeling across my face. Was I being eaten? I could not tell. I could not feel anything anymore. Before my vision failed completely, the scarred, one-eyed countenance of the Wolf beast loomed over me with his great red tongue hanging out as he breathed his steamy breath in my face. That was the last thing that I saw as the blackness engulfed me, and I thought how unfair the world was to have my last vision be something so horrible. Though I could not see him, I could hear the Wolf speaking words to me. It might have been a question. Did he expect me to answer? How absurd. I had no words but curses for him if I could speak. Then all was quiet as whatever he said slipped away like a dream upon waking, only I did not think I would ever wake from this dream.
[End of Chapter] | FSE |
Title: Diamantina Drover - Chapter One - by Cederwyn Whitefurr
Tags: Anthro, Dark, Gazelle, Human, M/F, Meeting, No Yiff, Sad, Steam Train, Story Series, Violence (Not In Yiff), cruelty, first encounter, language, sadness
The Diamantina Drover Chapter One - Unfriendly Meetings (c) Cederwyn Whitefurr Revised and expanded, 28th November, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sobbing, the young Gazelle Anthro clutched the old, cracked and fading picture to her chest, hugging it tightly against her, as she raised her tear streaked face and looked out at the torrential summer storm that pummelled the countryside. Brilliant flashes of lightning lit the dark skies, and the hissing rain thundered against the corrugated steel roof of the old Queenslander homestead, a chilling breeze blew fine wisps of rain in onto her tear-stained cheeks, as she let the tears fall unheeded. Her name was Angelica, and she wept without shame, for nobody was there to laugh at her; nobody was there to tell her to act more mature; nobody was there at all. She wept bitter tears, for the one who had shown her the glories of this wide, brown land - the man she had come to know only as...
The Diamantina Drover....
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He had been a human of already incredible age, and Angelica had theorised, he had been at least eighty years of age; his face weathered by a life spent under the merciless Queensland sun. He was wrinkled and dry looking, almost as if the hot summers had sucked the moisture from his body, leaving him a desiccated husk. He wore an old akubra hat, perched on his pale, gossamer thin threads of hair that remained, and his frail looking form was clothed in well worn long sleeved shirt and dusty, patched trousers; the seat of which was shiny from a lifetime spent in the saddle, and his feet enfolded in well oiled and maintained dark riding boots.
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As the whistle pealed forth and the old steam train began to pull away from the station, the young Gazelle looked shyly up and down the platform, standing there in the Queensland sun, her two suitcases at her hooves. Nervously, she looked around again, unsure what to expect, but knowing that her Grandfather was amongst her her last surviving relatives - and her only hope. Angelica had never met him, or even seen a photograph of him - but considering the life she had left behind her in Sydney...anything...would be better than that.
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Or so she had thought
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A human station-hand moved past her, pushing a platform trolley with two large boxes on it, and he never gave her a second glance; creatures like her were uncommon, but nothing to write home about. Angelica bit her hoof-paw claw tip nervously, and she glanced fearfully back up and down the nearly deserted platform, her heart thudding in her furred chest and eyes wide with the rising fear that steadily consumed her.
"Can I help you Miss?" Spoke a voice.
Angelica squealed and jumped nervously, her head swinging sharply around to face the voice. Tears sprang up in her eyes, and she began to cry helplessly, like a scolded fawn.
"Miss? are you okay?" Asked the elderly Stationmaster, as he gazed at her with concern, then down at her suitcases, then back at her. "Come on - its okay, I'll get the Porter to make you a nice cup of tea. It'll all be alright, come on..."
Angelica followed on shaking legs, her hooves clicking against the platform, as the Stationmaster led her into his office and sat her gently down in the chair. Giving the Porter a glance, the Stationmaster pulled up another chair and gently took the shaking Doe's paw in his hand and squeezed it comfortingly.
"Whats your name Miss?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle.
"I...I'm Angelica - " Angelica stammered, then dabbed at her eyes with her hoof-paw.
"Here - " He smiled in a friendly fashion, then handed her a box of tissues from the corner of his desk. "Its okay, there's no need to be afraid, we're here to help you."
Gratefully taking a tissue, Angelica dabbed at her eyes again and then blew her nose.
"Now - Miss, it'd be rude of me to call you your first name," Spoke the Stationmaster. "I'm Glen - Stationmaster here at Saddlers Crossing. Now - try to calm down, as we'll do all we can, to help you. You've obviously come a long way, and had little sleep I bet."
Angelica nodded and dried her eyes again. "I...I came from Sydney...."
Glen's eyes widened, and he lent back in his chair and pushed back the cap on his head. "That is a long way!" He remarked with a soft whistle. "Now, obviously you're here to meet someone?"
"I - " Angelica began.
"So you are my Grand-daughter?" Snorted a voice from the doorway. "A god-damned morph...."
"Sir!" Greg grated out, as he rose to his feet. "Please - this young lady - "
"That's no lady - " Snarled the old man, as he hawked and spat onto the floor. "She is a god-damned freak, an abomination, who should have had its neck wrung!"
"Grandfather?" Squeaked Angelica, her eyes widening and ears flattening.
"I ain't your Grandfather - " Growled the old man. "No man in his right mind would call a beast his kin... Well - time's a wasting Missy - get your tail into gear, I don't have all day to play nurse-maid to some wet-behind-the-ears stripling of a Fawn!"
"Sir - you will address her as you would me, she has just as much right to that as I do myself." Greg spoke, obviously trying to keep his rising anger under control.
"Boy? Listen to me - the day I accept a morph as human, is the day I'll have the almighty personally come and kiss my wrinkled ass-cheeks. Now, get with the moving Fawn, I don't have all day - already I've wasted more time here than I wish."
Angelica sniffled and ran past the Stationmaster and old man, who sized up the Stationmaster and snorted in contempt.
"You had no right - " Growled Geoffrey angrily, as he started into the hard, flinty eyes of the old man before him.
"I got every god-damned right!" Snarled the old man in response. "She's supposedly my grand-daughter - a grand-daughter I haven't ever seen - and she's a god-damned morph! Christ-on-a-crutch, whose cereal did I piss in, to deserve this?"
As he turned away, Geoffrey laid a hand on the old man's shoulder. Without a glance, the old man sighed and spoke quietly, his voice all too clear.
"Son - take my advice. It ain't worth it. I'm probably fifty years your senior, at least - but if you want to step outside and settle this like a man, we can do that. I promise you, I'll hit you so hard and fast, you'll think a train ran over you. I was in the Great War boy, and I was chewing out harder-asses than yours, under conditions that you'll never be able to even guess at. So take just one piece of advice - stick to your own affairs...and don't come meddling in those that have nothing to do with you. I got good working dog's, that mean more to me than that morph...but she's family - wether I like it or not...I'm stuck with her. If you think you're man enough though - step outside, and we'll settle this discussion like men!"
Geoffrey's hand fell off the old man's shoulder and the old man grunted and spat onto the floor.
"Wise choice son - you might just have a brain in that head of yours after all. This is between me and her, so you mind your own business." Whispered the old man, as he walked out, the screen door slamming closed behind him with a loud thud.
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In silence, they drove back to his farmstead, the Gazelle's eyes misty with unshed tears, the old man cursing like a shearer as he fought the old clunker of a truck, and its penchant for wanting to go bush. At last, they stopped outside the closed and chained farm gate, and the old man turned to stare at the Doe. She blinked and flicked a nervous look at him, then he merely snorted in disgust and spat out the window, before climbing down and slamming the door hard enough to make her cry out in pain, her sensitive ears ringing. He unchained the gate, then pushed it open and walked back to the truck and clambered aboard. With a string of vile curses and oaths, he slammed the truck into gear with a sickening crunch of gears, then they rattled their way across the cattle-grid and up the rutted road beyond. With another string of colourful invectives, the old man clambered back out and closed and chained the gate, then returned to the truck. Angelica started to wonder, just what she had gotten herself into....
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Later that night, the old man sat at the dinner table, and Angelica carried out the large serving platter, then set a large bowl down before him.
"What the fuck you call this?" He roared, slamming his fist down on the table and making the Gazelle squeal in terror. "What the fuck..."
"Grandfather - I'm a vegetarian, and I thought - " She squealed, cowering back away from him.
"I ain't your Grandfather, and don't you call me that - you fucking misbegotten whore!" He thundered, leaping to his feet and shaking a fist at her. "and I sure as shit don't eat no fucking lucern, like some cow! Call this a dinner? This isn't fit for a mongrel dog!"
Angelica burst into tears, and cowered even more, as he old man continued to verbally assault her.
"I...I can make you something else - " Angelica wept.
"Get the fuck out of my sight - " He snarled at her. "Go on - get!"
Angelica wailed and fled the dining room, then there came the loud crash of her bedroom door slamming closed. He paced the room in agitation, then looked down at the bowl of salad and threw it across the room as well, before storming out up the hallway and walking out onto the large veranda that ran around the house. Here, he threw himself down into an old, cracked wicker chair and pulled out his tobacco pouch. Rolling himself a cigarette, he flicked it into his mouth and struck a match, then lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. Even as the first puffs made him cough and retch with deep, convulsive hacks, he only spat over the railing and scowled.
"Jesus Fucking Christ - " He spoke to himself. "My Grand-daughter - is a fucking Anthropomorphic Gazelle! Ah, Marion - if only you were still alive, you'd take my side...we don't need no god-cursed freaking hybrid's in our family...."
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As if answering him the distant thunderstorm rumbled ominously on the horizon.
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Leaning back in his chair, the old man grunted and took another deep pull on his cigarette, then dropped it onto the wooden deck and crushed it beneath his boot, before he rose and lent on the railing, looking out over the farmstead. Shaking his grey haired head slowly, he turned and walked back inside, letting the screen door slam closed behind him with a loud crash....
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TO BE CONTINUED | FSE |
Dragonslayer Reparations: Mistress Mellik
Sleep came and went, filled for both with dreams of dragons and sex. Sweet dreams for Mellik, and horrific nightmares for Krissa. The Sire Jeyarr awoke with a yawn, stretching hir arms, legs, and wings. Shi found hir pet nearby, the elf looking at hir with wide eyes, half in awe, half in fear.
"Mistress, what did you do to me?" she whimpers, "I can't get away. I can't pick up my sword if I even think of using it to hurt you. I can't bring myself to put on the clothes in my backpack. I can't stop thinking of you as my Mistress. Please, I won't hurt another dragon as long as I live, I swear."
Mellik chuckled and gave hir new toy a soft caress on the cheek. "Of course you won't, little one. You're going to be right here by my side, tending to my desires, and tending to your own clutches of eggs."
Her mistress just kept stroking her. "Because you can't lie to your mistress."
"I shouldn't want to fuck dragons. I shouldn't want to lay your eggs. I don't want to be your pet, but I can't even raise a hand against you. I can't get out of sight of you without feeling nervous and afraid. If I walk any further then that rock over there I'm so filled with fear that I have to rush right back over here and sit next to you. I... I... oh gods, I want to... want to do things to you. I want to pleasure you in such repugnant ways. There are these images in my mind - I don't know where they're from, but they're so disgusting, and exciting. Please, make this stop. I don't want to be like this," Krissa pleaded, hugging the dragoness tightly.
"Ssssh, you're just frightened because it's all so new to you. You're my pet now; it's the purpose you were meant for. To bring pleasure to dragons, not pain. Now why don't you please your mistress by doing one of those revolting and arousing things that are in your head?" the Sire Jeyarr purrs.
Krissa licked her lips, "Oh no... please... no..." she whispered, unable to stop herself. The elf kissed Mellik's shoulder, her tongue darting out of her mouth, tracing down brown and grey scales, over silver markings and tanned skin, down her mistress' belly to the dragoness's groin.
Mellik purred as the elven girl lapped at hir sheath-slit. Shi let hir maleness slide free into Krissa's awaiting mouth. The Jeyarr in training whimpered softly as she felt the warm, slick organ slip in between her lips.
"Mmmm... very nice, pet. But unfortunately, in this position, I'm not at all able to return the favor. Go ahead and pleasure yourself, pet. I don't mind." Mellik said with a cruel chuckle.
A soft snuffle came from the elf as one of her hands darted to her sex, two fingers immediately sliding in and out of herself with practiced technique. "Oh my, you've done this to yourself before, my dear, and you're already wet too. For someone who finds this absolutely repulsive, you certainly are incredibly excited by it."
The dragoness lays back, letting hir playtoy do all the work. Though shi still missed hir own mistress, having a pet of hir own was interesting. It would be quite fun training hir pretty little elf on all the proper ways to behave as a Jeyarr. Amongst them would be not whimpering like a puppy while sucking her mistress off.
"Be quiet pet!" Mellik said with a growl, sitting up to scowl at Krissa, only to find the elven girl twitching and wiggling her rump. Sitting up further, Mellik saw why. The tiny purple dragon, Davari, had decided to join in on the fun. The cat sized dragon had his head almost buried inside Krissa's cunt. The sight brought a grin to Mellik's face.
"You can stop now, dear. I think I have a better idea." the dragoness purred. Surprisingly Krissa did nothing of the sort.
"Stop, pet." Mellik repeated in a firm tone. Krissa pulled away slowly, looking up at the Sire with half-open yes.
"Mmmm..." she purred, licking her lips, "Please let me finish, Mistress." the elf begged, overcome with her first taste of the sensations a Jeyarr felt while pleasuring a dragon. Mellik knew that Krissa's fear, loathing, disgust, and dislike of dragons were stuffed into a back corner of her mind. Obedience, contentment, happiness, desire, and pleasure filled in the gaps. A single drop of a dragon's sexual fluids on her body would be enough to make the elf wonderfully horny and pliable. As she was now, she would be eager and willing to do whatever her mistress asked, and it would only be later that the elf would feel sickened by the things she had performed that had seemed like being of her own free will.
Mellik crawled forward, running hir clawed handpaws over hir pet's belly. The former Slayer moaned softly, even the slightest touch from her mistress in this state sent wonderful waves of pleasure through her body. "We'll have plenty of time for that, little pet. And when we're done, you'll be all the better equipped to pleasure me with your mouth."
The dragoness reached down, picking up the tiny purple dragon engaged in lapping at Krissa's sopping wet folds. "The dragon familiar is another thing that you Slayers have continued to use without knowing why. They're meant to help you and guide you to finding a dragon to bond with, but after that?" shi said with a wide fanged grin.
"After that, their purpose changes greatly. You've seen how much he likes your nice, dripping wet cunt. Now, open wide and give him what he wants." Mellik purred, setting Davari down on the ground between Krissa's legs. The young elf girl did as she was told, spreading her legs to allow the little purple dragon to do whatever it was that he wanted to do.
Krissa moaned loudly as her mistress used hir fingers to spread the elf's soft pink lips apart, her cunt now wide open. "Go on in, little one," Mellik cooed to the pseudodragon. "Your new den is ready and waiting."
The tiny dragon purred happily, nuzzling Krissa's sex, coating himself in her juices. The feeling of smooth scales rubbing against her drew a moan from the elf. "Inside me?" she asked, her voice quiet and thick.
"Yes, my pet. He's going to crawl inside of you, for a short time you're going to be his nest. The first purpose of a Jeyarr's familiar is to provide her with her first clutch of eggs." the Sire Jeyarr explained.
Despite her detached state, Krissa began to whimper. Her arms and legs twitched a little bit as she tried to struggle, but the need to obey her mistress kept her in place. Even disconnected from her true feelings, Krissa knew that this was something she didn't want. The elf gritted her teeth, trying to summon up the strength to break her mistress' hold on her.
The techniques were right there! They were within her reach in her mind, all the special attacks and powers she'd gained from her Slayer training. But try as she might, she couldn't grasp a hold of any of them! She couldn't draw forth the magical energy to fuel them. With a flash of insight, she knew why.
A Slayer's link to her power was through her familiar. Krissa looked down at the tiny purple dragon, she moaned as he began to crawl into her, the tiny ridges on the back of his neck stimulating her so wonderfully. Well, it wouldn't be so bad, having him inside of her for just a little while. As soon as he got settled down, Krissa was sure he'd let her draw out the power to save herself from the beautiful dragoness that was doing all these wonderful things to her.
Krissa bit her tongue, mentally correcting herself. The Jeyarr was NOT beautiful; she was a horrible dragon-fucking traitor to the Slayer cause! And though Krissa was half enjoying some of the things that had happened to her, she knew that she couldn't accept them, that she couldn't give up or and give in. Her purpose was to hunt these creatures, to keep her people safe from the very things that the dragoness was doing to her. She was NOT a pleasure pet! She would NOT allow herself to become nothing more then a sex-hungry egg-laying machine.
All rebellious thoughts melted away, however, the moment the little dragon's forelegs entered her. Those tiny claws tickled her so deliciously, sending shivers through her body. As her familiar wriggled from side to side, pulling more and more of himself inside of her, Krissa felt like she was going to melt with the intense heat of pleasure that filled her. She suddenly found herself in her mistress' arms, looking up into Mellik's blue-green-gold eyes.
"Feels nice, doesn't it? I'm glad you've accepted him; that you've stopped your struggles. You want him inside you now, don't you?" the brown-scaled dragoness purred. Krissa could only nod in reply. She couldn't lie to her mistress, but she didn't have to give her the reason why either. Krissa smiled up at her mistress, the moment the pseudodragon was inside of her, she'd draw out her strength, and run her mindblade throw the hermaphrodite bitch's heart. "Good girl," Mellik purred, "Very good girl."
The dragoness' lips met hir pet's own. Though she didn't want anything to do with the dragoness, Krissa opened her mouth, allowing the probing forked tongue inside. There was no way she could fight this, so why not make the most of something she had to do?
The elf wrapped her arms around the dragon's neck, pulling hir in closer, enjoying the soft sparks of pleasure the contact with Mellik's scales brought her. She felt the dragoness' hand moving down her belly, hir thumb sliding over the elf's clitty, before scooping up Davari's hindquarters, gently pushing the little dragon in deeper.
If her mouth and throat hadn't been so full of dragon-tongue, Krissa would have howled with the pleasure the act brought her. The more of the tiny dragon that was inside of her, the better she felt and the clearer her mind became. She felt the little reptile's head pressing against the entrance to her womb, and then parting it with very little effort.
"You feel that, my dear? Feeling how easily he slides into you? You'll be open like that forever. You're no longer able to breed with your own kind; spread open like this you cannot retain their seed. You'll only be fertile with dragons and lizards, as their seed is the only kind that the pouches inside you will retain and carry to the upper portion of your womb where your eggs will grow." the Sire purred, stroking hir pet's hair.
The elf lay in the dragon's arms, panting. She felt... good. Her mind felt like it was her own again. She could move her body as she wanted as well. She felt incredibly horny, but it was a distraction which she could easily avoid. With the grace typical to her kind, Krissa jumped to her feet, drawing forth the energy for the mindblade. A shimmering blue energy in the shape of a longsword appeared in her right hand. With a growl, she lashed out at the dragoness, only to have a jolt go through her arm as the mindblade struck something solid.
That shouldn't have been possible, as the mindblade was pure psychic energy. No material weapon or armor would be able to stop it, but it looked like the dragoness had gripped the blade with hir bare hand.
Mellik slowly got to hir feet, clicking hir tongue at the elf. "Naughty, naughty. You mustn't try to do that again, my pet," shi purred, not at all threatened by the elf. Krissa pulled the blade back, going in for another strike, only to find hir attack blocked once again, by the dragoness' own mindblade.
Krissa's third strike was also easily parried. "You're just like me, dear one. We have the same powers and abilities. But I have far, far more experience. Which is why I know that in a few seconds, you're going to regret trying to attack me." Mellik continued to purr, hir amused demeanor angering Krissa.
The elf snarled and lashed out, the dragoness made no effort to block the blade. There was simply no need, for the energy blade vanished halfway through the swing. That didn't finish either. The elf's eyes widened and she staggered forward, losing her footing and falling into the dragoness' arms as a powerful orgasm shook her body.
The feelings of arousal that had been stirred in Krissa from her bonding into a Jeyarr were nothing compared to the burning need she felt. "Please... fuck me..." she whimpered, clinging to the dragoness.
Mellik chuckled and stroked hir pet's hair. "No dear, I don't think so. You've been a bad girl, and you're going to learn what happens to Jeyarr that misbehave."
"Please Mistress," the elf begged. "My body feels like it's on fire!"
"You're not on fire, dear. You're just changing. This is why we love strong, vibrant, powerful Jeyarr. The more you resist, the more you fight, the more you struggle, the better suited you'll be for your role. The more you try to escape, try to hurt your mistress, try to resist mating, try to avoid your duties as a Jeyarr, the more powerful you become. The more powerful you become, the more powerful your offspring are. By struggling, by fighting, by resisting us, you simply make yourself all the more valuable to our cause."
Krissa moaned and writhed, rubbing her needful body against her mistress' scaled form, but the tingles of pleasure she got from it weren't enough to quench the white hot urge to be fucked, to be filled with draconic seed. The burning seemed to concentrate in one place, along her lower back and rump.
The elf sighed with relief as Mellik began to rub that spot. The need to be filled was still there, but the painful burning feelings in her flesh and bones suddenly became a cool, comforting sensation. All of a sudden the sweet coolness became a sweet pleasure, the dragoness' touch along her back felt much like it would if Mellik where fingering hir pet's pussy.
The former Slayer pressed back against her mistress' touch, moaning happily. She felt an orgasm building in her body, centered not on her sex, but on a point at the base of her spine, right above her rump.
"Now you're going to see why you shouldn't have resisted, my sweet little pet," Mellik said with a mocking chuckle. Hir stroking began to focus on the precise point that gave Krissa the most pleasure. The elf moaned and bucked, doing her best to press back against her mistress' handpaw and give herself the most pleasure.
With a growl that would have startled Krissa with its sound if she hadn't been focused entirely on her pleasure, the elf climaxed. She felt herself cumming, from both her cunt and from the strange erogenous zone on her back. She felt a wet stickiness dribbling onto her legs, and somewhere else.
It was odd, like feeling something that hadn't been there a moment ago. As Krissa looked back, she saw that it had been just that. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the new addition to her body; a thin serpentine tail that swayed back and forth gently. It lacked any sort of draconic adornments and was covered in a thick navy blue slime.
"The more you disobey, the more like a dragon you become in body. Scales and horns grow in over time, and are signs of how long you've been Jeyarr and how fruitful you've been. The more you mate, the quicker you grow horns and spines. The more eggs you lay, the faster you grow scales. The more you mate with a single dragon, the more you grow to look like that dragon."
"If you had decided to be a good, sweet, loving Jeyarr, you would have stayed much as you were. You might not have changed beyond the addition of a few small scales and the addition of a pair of horns for several years. A dragon shares hir Jeyarr with other dragons if the pet knows how to behave. But you decided to be a bad girl and tried to hurt your mistress. So not only are you being changed now as punishment, but I won't let you play with other dragons, so you're going to be mating with me almost exclusively. You're going to be changing very, very fast, dear one. It won't be long before no one from your old life will be able to recognize you. In fact I think it will only be a few minutes."
Krissa cried out, sobbing as the burning ache returned. A pain over her entire body fused with the need to mate. "Please Mistress, I'm sorry!" the elf moaned, "Please, I'll obey! Just make it stop!"
Mellik just shook hir head. "Oh my dear, I wish it were that easy. If you disobey me, I have to punish you. If you misbehave to a large degree, energy builds up and causes you pain. In order to make your hurting stop, a dragon has to guide the energy, using it to shape your body. If I didn't, it would continue to hurt before it dispersed itself randomly after a few days. At first such a thing wouldn't cause any problems, but if it happened too often, you would begin to lose your shape, becoming an oozing ball of scales, fangs, claws, and horns. And of course neither of us wants that to happen. Now, I'm not a cruel mistress, Krissa, I'll let you tell me where you want to be changed, pardon, where you'd prefer your changes take place. Since I'm quite sure you don't want any of them."
"Wings." the elf whispered, "Give me wings."
With those words Krissa's body was wracked with a sob, as in that moment she had truly become Krissa. She found that the name she'd been given by her parents had been stricken entirely from her memory. She was a Jeyarr now, no longer a Slayer, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Tears leaked from her eyes as she succumbed to the pleasure of her transformation. She didn't let the pain come back, naming off the next portion of her body to be changed before each climax that brought the alteration of that body part. Krissa tried to let herself be consumed by the pleasurable sensation each change brought, but it brought no relief to the accusations she directed towards herself in her mind.
She should have fought back earlier, before she was trapped like this. She had had the opportunity; all she had needed was the drive to free herself. There had been a few moments of clarity in her mind after each climax she had been given during the bonding. She should have experimented, should have pleasured herself to clear the fog from her mind so that she could have struck at the dragoness while she slept.
The elf was now as much of a traitor to the Slayer cause as Mistress. She would be slain on sight by those who had been her friends just as they would slay any other dragon. The eruption of her wings from her back brought a few moments of blissful void, her climax driving away her rational mind for a moment as purest pleasure overwhelmed her. She chose her legs next.
Krissa began to emit a low, draconic purr as Mistress began to massage her calves, her forked tongue darting out to playfully tickle Krissa's toes. The Jeyarr's purring grew louder; it felt more pleasurable to have something altered then something added. She felt her leg muscles shift, growing here, shrinking there, lengthening in other places, and thickening almost all over. There were tiny pops that signaled the shifting of bone into a new configuration.
Her self-loathing began to fade as she saw her body changing. It felt good to be changed, to have Mistress caressing her body lovingly. Though a part of her hated herself for letting this happen, she found there was a part of herself that wanted this, and had always wanted it. A part of her that had always been fascinated with the draconic form, found it beautiful.
It was the part of her that spoke up when she had found those dragon eggs, told her to leave them be. It was the part of her that had her crying for days afterwards, sorry over what she had done. It was the part of her that had embodied the true spirit of what she was supposed to be. The Slayer rituals were as Mistress had said: something taken and used for a purpose that which it wasn't intended.
She had undergone all the training and ritual enhancement under her own free will. This was the end result of the path that she had chosen for herself. The true result. The one that was meant to be. Her tears were no longer of sorrow. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to continue to be a Slayer. Killing enough dragons to have the marks on her body that some of the elders had. How could she live with herself after causing so much pain and death?
No, this was the right path. This was what she had always wanted deep down. Not to destroy dragons, but to love them. To snuggle with them. To defend them. It had felt wrong to rid the world of the beauty that dragons brought with their bright colors and shiny scales. Krissa wanted to be a dragon now, wanted to be like Mistress, becoming a powerful, beautiful, scaled creature.
Krissa roared as her body was filled with her third transformative climax, her legs shifting into a beautiful digitigrade configuration. Each foot was now tipped with three clawed toes, a fourth on the back to allow her to perch and provide a small amount of manipulation ability. The elf felt the power of change spreading to other areas of her body: her wings and tail growing larger, the nails of her hands becoming claws, her canine teeth becoming fangs.
"My face, Mistress," Krissa purred, leaning up to kiss the elder dragoness. She wanted to be seen as a dragon, not as an elven Jeyarr. She was surprised to find out how easy it had been to say those words, to give her consent to having the most recognizable aspect of herself changed. It felt good to let her old life go, to let her old self go. Krissa felt free. She didn't have to hide anymore. She didn't have to hide her fascination with dragons, didn't have to keep the revulsion she had always felt towards the senseless slaughter of thinking beings.
Many dragons were thinking, speaking, and feeling creatures. It had always felt wrong to Krissa that they were killed just because they were dragons. She had always hoped she would be able to find a dragon to talk to, to be friends with, though she knew she'd have had to have kept the friendship hidden for her entire life. But now? Now she didn't have to hide anything. Here she was, snuggled up with Mistress.
Mistress was a dragon, a beautiful, sexy, loving dragon that would take care of Krissa, that would snuggle up with her, play with her, pleasure her, teach her all about dragons. The new Jeyarr mmmed happily as her forked tongue entwined around Mistress' own. A shiver ran through her body as her head and neck reshaped themselves, taking on a more draconic form, even more so then Mistress.
The two dragons reluctantly broke their kiss, allowing Krissa to speak. "Mistress, I've never seen dragons in anything but picture books before. I want to be a beautiful dragon, and you've seen and mated with so many. I'd like to be pretty for you, Mistress. I'd like you to decide what else to change on me, and how it looks," the elven Jeyarr purred.
Mellik smiled, caressing hir pet's breasts. "Mmm... good girl, Krissa. Very good girl. You're learning to be a wonderful Jeyarr already. I'm almost sorry that you've accepted this so eagerly. I was looking forward to doing this more then once."
Krissa chuckled, "Mistress, I'm going to be a bad girl sometimes, just so I can feel good when you change me. I'll misbehave whenever you want me to."
"Though it kind of defeats the purpose, pet," Mellik said with a chuckle of hir own.
Krissa watched in fascination as her tiny elven breasts grew, growing to a size to house large amounts of milk for her hatchlings. Mmm... having her breasts changed felt even better. Krissa couldn't wait until Mistress made her into a herm, like hirself. She was sure that pleasure would be even greater.
For both, the experience of Krissa's reshaping was over far too soon. Krissa enjoyed the intimacy and pleasure, as well as the sense of helplessness it gave her. Mistress could warp her body into a way that would leave the former elf disfigured if shi so desired, she could take away Krissa's arms or legs, or eyes and ears. But Krissa knew Mistress would never be mean like that. But the remote possibility still gave her a thrill.
Mellik, on the other hand, enjoyed the feeling of power shi got from corrupting a Slayer. Shi liked transforming the former elf into a form more and more unlike her natural state. Shi was aroused by the control shi had over hir pet, especially now that it had been given freely. Krissa wanted to be shaped according to Mellik's ideals of draconic beauty. There wasn't enough power left for all the ideas the dragoness had, but it was enough for the basics.
A thickening of the tail from an afterthought on the humanoid form, to a muscular limb that would look at home on an alligator with the twin rows of scutes that Mellik had added atop it, and all the way up her pet's back. She had enhanced the size of Krissa's wings, allowing her to fly, and eventually to allow her to carry Mellik in flight as the smaller Jeyarr grew. Shi had also added a second pair of wings to the former elf's back. It was something she had seen on a few dragons before, dragons she had only mated with a single time, but the image stuck. Mellik thought it made Krissa look even cuter.
After that, there had only been a little bit of energy left over. It was just enough for what Mellik wanted. Shi smiled down at hir pet, rolling her onto her belly then sinking hir cock into the smaller dragoness' sopping wet sex, drawing a pleasured gasp from Krissa.
"There's just a little bit of energy left, dear. And I know what I'm going to use it for. I'm going to make you climax like you've never even dreamed possible. With this pleasure, I also give you a gift, your first mating as a dragon."
"This won't hurt Davari, will it?" the former elf asked, a little concerned for her familiar.
"Sweetie, Davari doesn't have a physical form at the moment. When you drew on his energy while he was inside of you, he became a part of you. But don't worry, you didn't hurt him. It's a part of his life cycle. He's going to be reborn as the first of your hatchlings. His fusion with you is what has gifted you with a dragon's womb, and your first eggs. Now just relax, and let your Mistress fill you with baby dragons." Mellik purred, pulling Krissa to hir.
The younger Jeyarr relaxed now that she knew her companion was safe. She mmmed softly as Mistress began to caress her breasts. The two kissed, both loving the sensation of the other's tongue curled around their own. Krissa's cervix gave only token resistance, being pierced by a dragon for the third time. The Jeyarr delighted in the waves of pleasure the dragon's cock gave her as the back-facing points of the spade-shaped tip tugged on her insides.
It had hurt the first time, but a night spent with Mistress's cock lodged deep inside her as they bonded had made her body adapt. Krissa's sudden yelp was muted by the kiss as the erotic feeling of change filled her once again. It felt heavenly, doubling, tripling the pleasure she felt from each of the dragoness' thrusts.
The former elf moaned softly as Mistress's handpaw crept down her body, stroking her clitty. The merest touch to the little button sent shivers of hot pleasure flowing through Krissa's body. The rapid rubbing made Krissa feel like she was nothing more then a white hot fire of pleasure, no other sensation existing.
With Mistress's cock inside of her, the first drips of precum had set Krissa off, bringing her body into a state of enhanced pleasure, desire, and obedience. Coherent thought was beyond her now; all that remained was the animal desire to mate, to be filled with seed. In a few moments, it felt like her entire being was being bombarded by tiny orgasms, each part of her gradually erupting in climax, burning hotter and hotter until her entire existence was a heat of pleasure beyond even white.
She had no concept of time, it felt like only a moment, and it felt like forever before four small points of coolness appeared in the colorless mists of ecstasy, drawing her back to reality and the sticky wetness that covered hir tummy. Hir. Mmm, so that was what Mistress had in store.
"Oh Mistress, that was... mmm... perfect. And thank you." the young Jeyarr purred happily, reaching down with a handpaw to feel hir new maleness. "I can't wait to pleasure you with it."
"Then just let me relax enough to pull out, my pet, and you won't have to." Mellik said. Mistress and pet locked in a kiss once again. | yiff-extreme |
Title: To Dream of Darkness III - CH 53 by DoggyStyle57
Tags: Demons, Dog, Female, Fox, Kitsune, Magic, Male, Prostitution, Semi-Incest, Transformation, england
To Dream of Darkness
A story by DoggyStyle57
Chapter 53, Written December 2012
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Chapter 53 - A Not-So-Noble Lord
On Thursday Sarina spent the morning working in her shop, but closed it up again as mid-day approached. She changed her appearance to that of a nondescript street urchin, a fox girl perhaps eight years old and dressed in ragged clothes, then teleported herself to the entry stairs of the building where Sir Jeremy's mistress lived.
After looking around to make sure no one else was nearby, Sarina tapped on the fourteen year old whore's door.
Meghan answered the door, smiling and expecting her noble lover. When she saw no one at first at eye level she frowned, then she looked down to see a green eyed waif looking up at her. "Cor! What do ye think yer up to, lass? I got no handouts or work fer beggar girls!"
"I'm not begging, miss," the child replied. Then she said simply, "Narcos!"
Meghan's eyes went blank, and she looked straight ahead as she heard the trigger word for the post-hypnotic suggestion that Sarina had planted the day before.
"You will let me in, and shut the door," Sarina said to her.
"Please come in," Meghan replied woodenly. She closed the door once the child was in the room.
"You are comfortable and secure, here in your flat. Nothing unusual ever happens in your rooms. So nothing you see or hear today will seem unusual to you, or will be any cause for alarm," Sarina said calmly. "Continue listening to my voice and obeying my commands, but otherwise act as if the little fox girl merely returned a handkerchief that she saw you drop, and then left again, and you are once again quite alone in your flat."
Meghan opened the door, closed it again, and said to herself in a dull voice, "How nice that the child returned my hankie."
"Remove all your clothes. Your lover will soon be here, and you want to put on your best clothes for him," Sarina said.
Meghan smiled and quickly disrobed, laying her garments over a chair by her bed.
Sarina opened the door to the girl's wardrobe closet, and said, "You're cold without your clothes. It's warm and cozy and quiet in your closet. You have time for a nap, and it would be so cozy and comfy to curl up in the closet and sleep. Get in the closet and sleep until someone touches your shoulder three times."
Meghan shivered and got into the closet, carefully curling her tail around herself before falling into a deep sleep.
Sarina closed the closet door, shapeshifted to match Meghan's exact appearance, and put on the young whore's clothes. Now her trap was set and baited, and she sat comfortably in the girl's flat, awaiting Sir Jeremy's arrival.
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Sarina didn't have to wait very long. Sir Jeremy was quite punctual, and when he knocked on his Mistress' door, Sarina let him in, greeting him just as Meghan was used to doing, with a kiss on the cheek and a giggle, then saying, "Cor! It's good to see ya, lover!"
"It's good to see you too, my dear," Sir Jeremy said, taking off his top hat and jacket, and starting to unfasten his vest buttons. "Your youthful vigor always brings new life to me. Alas, I can stay only one hour today. Must be back to the House of Lords promptly by two. Great things, afoot, my dear! Great things! If this afternoon goes as planned, I may be able to see you every day."
"Cor, you're not thinkin' o' leavin' your laidy wife for me, are ya, lover? Never did I ask ya ta do that, an' never will I!" Sarina asked, knowing that this was a bit of banter that took place often between Meghan and her lover. Meghan was quite happy in her role as a nobleman's mistress, and had no illusions that he would, or should, ever break up his family so he could marry her instead. She knew her place in life. But she did like to tease him with the faint possibility that he might somehow make her more than just a secret Mistress. "O'course, I'd love more time wit' ye, but how ya gonna do that, without the missuz getting' wind o me?"
"Ah, now that is something I dare tell no one, not even you, my dear, before the deed is done," the bulldog said, removing his vest and shirt. The amulet of terror that Sarina had been warned about remained around his neck, as he drew her close into his arms. "But soon, if all goes well, you'll need not worry what my wife thinks of you."
That comment sorely tempted Sarina to probe his mind then and there, but she knew he would be far more vulnerable in the moment of orgasm, when her sex magick would make his memories hers, and open his mind to her. "You're not gonna do her in? Naw, naw, my sweet love could nae do such an evil thing! Love me, my sweet, an' tell me what ya will, when it pleases ya."
Sir Jeremy undressed her, and then had her remove his trousers and undershorts. Then they got on the bed, and he entered her quickly, with no foreplay, trusting his young Mistress to already be aroused and ready for him.
Sarina had anticipated such a hasty start, having seen in the real Meghan's mind the way that he usually began their sessions together. She was wet enough and ready enough, and rolled over to sit astride him, gazing deep into his eyes as she rode him to his climax.
As his orgasm neared and Sarina's sex magick began to draw out his memories, his amulet began to glow, and his eyes got wild and frightened. "Wait! What? Someone is... I felt, Ohhh! Unghhh! Ah, never you mind darling. Some fool must have tried to read my mind! But I don't... feel their... uhhhhh." His head lolled to one side and he fell asleep.
Sarina had been unaffected by the amulet's terror attack against her. The waves of paralyzing fear that it emanated washed over her with no more impact than a summer breeze. But she hadn't counted on Sir Jeremy being able to realize that the amulet's defenses had been activated. She had to force his mind into a deep sleep before his agitation increased to a point that it could break the hold of her sex magick. Still impaled on his shaft and rolling through several orgasms of her own, she rifled through his memories.
The first thing she did was to erase Sir Jeremy's memory of the amulet awakening, and replace those few moments with the pleasant memory of his intense orgasm the day before when visiting Meghan. Then Sarina sought any memories connected with the images from the stolen documents, or his impending business with the House of Lords.
His thoughts on the stolen documents were quite clear, and he definitely had read them, and made a copy of the parts pertaining to casting a particular spell. Not only that, but he intended to use the spell, this very afternoon! She had gotten to him only barely in time.
As Asha had suspected, the diagrams in the documents related to a spell for summoning a greater demon. In addition to papers that contained all the pertinent details of how to use the spell to summon a very specific greater demon, there were also transcripts of a spell casting session where the spell had recently been used. In a secret magical workroom below the Gentleman's Garden Society building, six high-ranking mages who were members of the Shepherds of Order had been... negotiating... with a greater demon, who promised to teach them an incredibly powerful form of compulsion spell - one that could make a person act very much against their basic nature. Those negotiations had not, by the end of the transcripts, been concluded. The price the demon demanded for the spell was, so far, one that the Shepherds had been unwilling to pay. The transcripts covering the spell casting ended with the Demon being sent back to Hell, with the promise that they would summon him again for further negotiations after they deliberated among themselves.
But the transcripts didn't end there, nor did Sir Jeremy's vivid memories of the night's events. The transcripts were part of the minutes of a working session of the Shepherds of Order's higher council, and in the last parts of them many very prominent politically and socially connected men were explicitly named as participants, as they debated with each other the merits and problems of agreeing to the demon's terms. Sir Jeremy had been one of the most vocal members in favor of doing what the demon required. He said he wanted to personally use the spell to control several opposing members of the House of Lords whom the Shepherds had thus far been unable to either recruit into their ranks or blackmail into voting as the Shepherds desired. But that wasn't the only way he wanted to use the spell.
When those opposed to paying the demon's price prevailed, Sir Jeremy had broken into the room where the Shepherd's had secured the spell casting notes and the meeting transcripts, and absconded with the documents, in hopes of blackmailing one of the mages who had summoned the demon into secretly completing the negotiations, paying the demon's price, and obtaining the compulsion spell for Jeremy. Sir Jeremy himself knew that he wasn't a powerful enough mage to cast the spell and control the demon, but he was certain that he did have enough power to be able to use the spell that the demon had offered. So he just needed an accomplice who could summon and control the demon. When the Shepherds recovered the original documents, he lost his best blackmail material. But he still had a copy of the spell, and this morning he had made an agreement with one of the mages. If Sir Jeremy would betray the interests of his own political faction and reverse his position on an issue being supported in the House of Lords by that mage and the Tory party, the mage would assist Sir Jeremy in summoning the demon tonight.
Sarina could understand Sir Jeremy's eagerness to obtain this spell. She was sorely tempted to obtain it for herself! Normal compulsion spells, such as Sarina had used to subdue Meghan, worked best when the commands seemed reasonable and within the scope of acceptable actions for the subject. She could command a whore like Meghan to undress quite easily, and with a little effort she even could have made the girl walk down the street stark naked. But the same commands given to a prim and proper noblewoman stood a much greater chance of failing, unless driven with sufficient force to cause permanent mental damage. And most compulsion and control spells could not make someone do something they would normally refuse to do. For example, Sarina's spell could not be used to cause Meghan to take her own life, or to murder her lover, Sir Jeremy.
This spell supposedly had no such limits. If the demon was telling the truth, it could be used to compel someone to obey virtually any command, regardless of their own natural inclinations. A politician could be made to betray his party and his country. A religious person could be made to betray their faith and beliefs. An innocent child could be made to act like a wanton whore. Or... a faithful wife and her innocent children could be made to accept that the head of their household was openly mating with his Mistress, while they watched and accepted his behavior as normal. Sir Jeremy had originally intended to get the demon to give him the spell, and then to use it to make his wife and children accept his fourteen year old Mistress, Meghan, as a newly hired house maid, and to make them blind to the fact that he was mating with that 'maid' on a regular basis, even if they caught him in the act of fornicating with the girl, or even if he mated with the child while his wife was in bed beside them!
But even Sarina balked at the price the demon was asking for the spell, and at how this not-so-noble Lord intended to pay that price. The demon wanted five unwilling victims. Not to kill as sacrifices, but for the demon to sexually despoil - and preferably it wanted innocent children. Sir Jeremy had three children. His son was only eight, and his two daughters were ten and twelve. Desperate for the political power that the spell could bring him, he was planning to give the demon his own wife, children, and even his mistress, Meghan, to use for a night as the demon's sexual playthings!
Sarina was sorely tempted to kill Sir Jeremy, or to erase his mind completely and leave him a drooling idiot. But the Shepherds wanted him alive and still able to do their bidding. So she set to work at rewriting his memories. She noted where he had hidden his copy of the spell for summoning that demon, and sent Asha to steal the copied spell, while Sarina erased that memory from his mind. She altered the memory of his discussion and agreement with the mage, making it seem to him that the mage had approached Sir Jeremy about reversing his position on the legislation, and Sir Jeremy had refused. He would miss that two o-clock vote, spending the time with his mistress instead, and later denying that he had ever agreed to anything to change his vote.
The tricky part was rewriting his memories regarding his knowledge of the demon's offer and of stealing the documents. He had witnessed the spell being cast by the Shepherds' mages, and that memory had to be left mostly intact, or he would surely know his memories had been altered as soon as someone else who had been there mentioned it to him. She altered it only enough to ensure that if he tried casting the spell based only what he could recall of what he saw that night, it would fail. Then she replaced his memory of what happened after the meeting, so that instead of deciding to steal the files, he recalled acting as he had on another night where his ambitions had been thwarted, and he had gone to the bar at a gentlemen's club that he belonged to, in order to drown his sorrows. He would not recall taking the documents, reading them in detail, or copying the spell information. He would not recall making the decision that he was willing to sacrifice his mistress and family to his ambition.
Sarina finally got off the sleeping Lord's shaft, and went to the cabinet that the real Meghan was sleeping in. She roused the girl and diddled her enough to get her wet, then positioned her on her lover's shaft, instructing both Meghan and Sir Jeremy to resume mating, and to continue their carnal pleasures at least until three in the afternoon.
But both Sarina and the Shepherds still had a problem. Sir Jeremy would still be at that tipping point, susceptible to the same temptations to gain the spell for himself, and to sacrifice anything - even his own family - to get it. If she could, she needed to warn the Shepherds of that danger, and she also needed to tell them about their mage's private agreement with Sir Jeremy. The mage only knew that Sir Jeremy was intent on getting the spell. He didn't know how he intended to use the spell, or what Sir Jeremy intended to offer the demon as payment. She had no way to locate that mage or to make him forget that Sir Jeremy had been in possession of the demonic summoning spell. The Shepherds would need to deal with him. But they had left her no way to contact them. She teleported back to her shop, resumed her normal appearance as Sarina, and set to work on making a large statue of a badger gardener, so she could collect her pay for this task. But as she worked, she contemplated how she could contact the Shepherds, and what, if anything, she would do with the copy of the spell that she had asked Asha to steal. | FSE |
Title: Hour Glass Ch. 02
Tags: dave gahan, depeche mode
I hammer home my Appletini, rummage through my purse and rise up from the table.
The girls are all in my face, "Where are you going off to? We didn't even get have our fried calamari yet!"
I simply wave bye. I was hoping the meal that soon may be with in my grasp will be much more tasty and satisfying.
As I make my way to the door, I see this luxurious stretch limo pull up along side the curb.
Dave slides out of the back in a smooth and precise manner and meets me, opening the door. Our lips brush together as he grabs my left hand and leads me in the direction of the limo. We slide in and there is so much I want to say but I just loose myself in his gaze. The only thought in my mind is "Our worlds did collide".
The driver gingerly merges the car into the traffic as Dave pops a lovely bottle of champagne and pours two glasses. His hand spans the short distance between us as he holds the glass in front of me.
As we clink our glasses together he says "I can feel my soul on fire" the sweetness of the bubbly and my surroundings make me smile.
I settle back into the leather and try to relax. Always a gentleman I knew I had nothing to fear. I follow his gaze to the bare flesh that is exposed of my thigh. Reaching for me, guiding our bodies into a lovely proximity he leans over and sweetly tastes my lips.
I have to remember to breathe as my mouth opens ever so slightly and he gently probes his tongue in and out. The flood gates open up, I am melting into his arms unable to resist the tenderness and hungrily, eagerly return the passion that has been unleashed.
I feel him ever so lightly run a finger up the exposed portion of my inner thigh. I unconscientiously gasp, at which he stops himself suddenly and pulls his hand away. I find his hand again and place it back where it had last been burning a trail up to my aching pulsating woman hood. His fingers, slowly and deliberately, inching their way, savoring every moment of the journey. Creeping up ever so enticingly and finally they come to a rest, just with in a finger tip of my forbidden fruits.
I open my eyes again to feel the burning of his soul simmering though his eyes. It is so much more than a dream. I want to be lost in his arms forever. Our breathing is rhythmic. Never before had either one of us encountered these overwhelming feelings.
With an all knowing smirk, Dave straightens up my glass of champagne that was on a serious tilt, close to spilling over the edge. I was just as close to falling over the edge of my senses.
We pull up at the Four Seasons hotel, cross the extensive lobby and quickly board the elevator. Dave slides the room card into the slot to grant access to the penthouse. No conversation passes between us but it is not an uncomfortable silence as we are glowing in the heightened awareness of each other.
The doors open to a gorgeous room, the perimeter surrounded with plush white sofas and the center of attraction being a brass pole. As we make our way in, he picks up the tiny wooden mallet and strikes a single note on the zenergy chime that is by the door. I am taken by the fact that he actually has one and not that it is just a part of "enjoy the silence". It calms me for the moment.
I can smell the aroma of Nag Champa lingering in the air. He pops a new bottle of Champagne and offers me a glass. He moves over to the sofa but I am loitering by the bar area, unsure of what I should do next. He hasn't taken his eyes off of me for a moment. I am quite in a state of delirium. He pats the sofa next to him and picks up a remote and the music starts playing softly, yet all around us.
Dave is doing his best to make me comfortable as I'm sure that neither one of us has ever been so daring as to act on impulse as we have.
"I was wondering if we should order up room service?", He asks. "I know that I just took you away from your meal at Carmine's".
My response being, "I'm not the slightest bit hungry for food" and once again the spark of desire is ignited in his eyes, the most soulful eyes that I ever drowned in.
I ask him, "Would you mind if I played my favorite Disc for you? I just happen to have it with me and the ink is just nearly dried with a lovely note from the musician."
He smiles and takes it from my hands once again and slides it into the player. I ask him to "raise the volume, please" and he reclines on the sofa. Let the performance begin...
I make my way over to the center of the room and with my left hand grab onto the pole and do a little test swing, laughing to myself because this is a fantasy that I have played out in my mind hundreds of times.
I am taking stock of what I am wearing and put a plan together. I have never actually done a pole dance but I am practiced at the art of undressing. I wrap my long sensuous leg around the pole and unzip the boot, first one then the other and kick them off to the side. In my stocking feet I am absorbed into the music and forget about who I am performing for and all of the moves fall into place.
Hour Glass is on a random play selection and my most favorite comes on next – "Use You" reverberates though out the room.
Grateful for the selection of under garments that I had made this morning, I start to unbutton my blouse to expose a lovely, red, lacey, Victoria's Secret bra. The blouse slides to the floor. Shimmying out of the little black skirt, I glance up seductively to see how I'm doing.
Dave is smiling appreciatively. I remain in the tiny little matching
g-string and thigh high stockings with my "Sexy" lower back tattoo fully exposed and continue my dance of desire. I am thrilled with the fact that 13 years of dance lessons have not gone to waste after all!
No longer able to contain himself he meets me at the pole and lifts me into his arms and carries me over to the couch. Smothering me in kisses, stroking my hair and tenderly holds my face in his hands. He traces his fingers down my neck and runs them over the cresting mounds of my heaving breasts. He slides his hand in and cups and caresses and then slightly pinches my already perky nipple.
He continues the caressing and traces the same pattern with his smoldering lips. I don't know how I will be able to contain the emotions I am experiencing. Never could you imagine what an amazing kisser he is.
He unleashes the little puppies with one easy snap of the front clasp and licks and sucks at my nipples until I am ready to explode. Then the progression started to move in a southerly direction, savoring every morsel on the way. Kissing my flower through the panties he deeply inhales the musky aroma of my femininity. He takes a little nip and is surprised at the little "clink" he feels with his teeth. The devil-do-tell smile appears on his adorable face. I can't help but smile also as he says – "well, you really are full of surprises aren't you!"
He practically tears the under garment off and his tongue goes into a magical dance of his own, swirling around and around the bejeweled hood ornament on a bare beaver and as I am swept away into ecstasy, I hear Dave's recording of deeper and deeper fading away into back ground.
After countless climatic eruptions I manage to regain my senses and I am pulling him up towards me. We kiss for an unimaginable amount of time. Lost in our kisses, I begin to take inventory of the package I have before me. He has already removed his tailored black jacket and I slowly work my way down the buttons of the jet black shirt and linger just for a moment at the buckle of his belt and turn my attention to the buttons on the sleeves.
The shirt is off and his rippling chest is inviting me to snuggle in. I listen to his heart beating and I recall the beating heart in "Somebody". I am running my fingers across his broad chest and his smooth belly. I rise up just enough to straddle his legs and start to unleash the demon..... Unfastening the belt from its notches, unbuttoning the button and lifting his black suit trousers just a bit (wouldn't want to damage the goods) unzip them as he raises his hips and we shimmy them off.
I can see his man hood through the boxer briefs. I am pleased to see that it is much larger than I had anticipated and I am caressing his loins. He raises his hips once again as a signal to remove the boxers that were separating us from full contact.
With skillful hands I start to manipulate his man hood, my hot breath skimming over it as I slide it into my anxious mouth. He moans with pleasure and I have never been so excited to bring him to climax and end the torture that has been his for the past hour or two. When the release finally comes it is with shuddering, complete abandonment. We rest together taking in the comfort from the sheer bliss of contentment. I have never felt so complete.
(to be continued) | literotica |
Title: Chapter 1- The Game begins. by Graeytide
Tags: Death, Epic, Female, Hyena, Magic, Male, Naga, No-Yiff, Novel, Reptile
Shar wiped his brow with a wet cloth, pulling the linen canopy further over himself. Covered wagon was definitely the way to travel in the desert, at least when you were covered in scales. He flicked the reins, snapping them down on the slowing feral camel. The camel bared its teeth at him. He bared his fangs at the beast and hissed back, a small smile turning on his upper lip as the camel huffed angrily and continued walking up the dune. He took a moment to push himself out of the front of the wagon with his tail, bending over each side to examine the wheels. Intact, but not moving. He uncoiled the end of his tail from his scaled loops in the bed of the wagon, giving an extra push from the back of the wagon, which was enough to get the wheels started.The wheels, an invention of his, were wider, with round metal rivets pounded in to provide a better grip on the sand- which it did. The problem was that the pressure of his goods, and himself, was often too much for the wood, and one of the back wheels would break. Still, he thought it was a better design than a typical wagon, and it definitely worked better than the sled-style bottoms of some carts. He crested the dune, eyeing the water in the distance. He had been travelling for almost two weeks towards the coast now, making his way up the western coast towards some of the larger cities. He needed to unload his goods before they spoiled or he was robbed. A mercenary was simply too risky, often you were paying someone to tip off bandits to your location anyway.
Still, there were several good reasons to travel the beachside instead of straight through the desert. For one, it was easier to move the wagon on the harder packed sand. He dragged half his tail through the sand on the way down, the fifty kilogram weight slowing down the cart's rush down the dune- and polishing his scales quite nicely. He lifted it back in as the cart slowed on the beach. It seemed he had come across the second very, very good reason to travel the beaches. A large merchant ship of some kind had washed ashore. It looked like the crew had managed to abandon ship; there were not any bodies to be seen. He couldn't believe his luck. A ship this size was a fortune- not because it was a ship, but because of the wood. The material was a luxury good in the desert, if you wanted anything other than palm wood, which had a very distinctive feel and look. This, however, was no palm wood, and even if the outside had suffered damage, there was bound to be some clean planks inside- not to mention whatever was in the hold of the ship.
Shar uncoiled and exited the wagon, allowing himself a minute of stretching. Getting in and out was difficult, he had to be careful not to mess up his careful organization of goods, and stacking coils was nice when you wanted to be your own pillow, but very hard to get done when working in the limited bed of the wagon. He examined the ship, which seemed to be beached on its side. The bow looked as if it had been struck by lightning, a large chunk of it torn off- why it made it to shore instead of sinking, Shar had no idea, but he sent a quick prayer to the gods in thanks, just in case. He slipped in to the surf, his scales irritated already by the wet sand floating in the water, getting under his scales. He shook it off. Treasure like this- visible from quite a distance- would draw scavengers quicker than flies, and others were far more dangerous than he. The snake slipped in to the hull from the breach in the narrow destroyed front of the ship. Well, there were boxes. He slid to the nearest one, the claws tipping each of his fingers providing easy grip. He tore the lid off, looking in to find... rotten food. Corn, from the looks of it. Detestable. Why they would have an entire crate filled with food he wouldn't even feed his camel with, he didn't know. He opened another crate. Whatever had been in it was ruined, the bottom of the crate littered with broken glass. He sighed. This might take a while.
Food! Why in the manifold hells did they need so much food! He gave up on the twelfth crate, filled with more plants he had no interest in. What their obsession with corn was, he would never know. It would be better to search the rest of the ship quickly, and get out as fast as possible. It looked like the ship had landed recently, but he didn't know for sure how long it had been here. It was time to get going. He pulled himself up the stairs- biped stairs angered him to know end, they were incredibly uncomfortable. The ship was at an angle, but it was close enough to flat to travel the deck. Something caught his eye on the deck, near the blasted remains of the wheel of the ship.
A glimmer of metal, odd considering the entire lack of metal on the ship thus far; It was enough to make him curious. He approached the little ring of scorched wood, careful to not put his weight too far out on the damaged section of deck. A little pile of black egg shells partially covered the object, which he casually brushed aside. It was an ornate dagger, complete with what looked to be a golden scabbard or sheath covering it. Shar could immediately discern its worth. A noble's weapon. It would probably be useless in a fight, as fine and undamaged as it looked. Still, it was small, and would fetch a good price. He hid it away in a pocket on the inside of his robe.
The search of the rest of the ship yielded little, save for several good armloads of wood untouched by water. It wasn't wood intended for artwork, but the price would be decent enough that it was worth loading up the rest of his wagon with it. He stacked it neatly on the bottom of the wagon, and was about to climb in himself, when some other noise filtered through the crashing of the waves. He turned, and cursed himself for the extra hours he had spent gathering the wood. A pair of travelers were approaching on camels from the distance.
He silently cursed as he watched the pair approach. They were a canine species of some kind, light brown spotted fur, about three meters in height between the two of them. They dismounted, their stiff leather armor no doubt causing them discomfort in the heat- which meant they anticipated trouble. Well, if they were only too eager to kill him, then this called for another strategy. He couldn't outrun them. He couldn't outfight them two-on-one. He needed to come up with something quick. He turned to them and smiled.
"How fare you both?" He called to them as they approached him on foot now. The pair was silent, sizing him up, their hands on the hilts of their weapons at their waists. He did the same. They looked similar enough that there was probably a family resemblance. Canine meant that one probably had dominance over the other. Since they were related, it was probably the older one- and the older one was probably the taller of the two. Shar turned to him, standing his ground, pulling himself up to seven feet, the beginnings of his tail under his abdomen rising off the ground. He absently wished he had a Cobra's hood to flash at them. He made do with what he had, though. When the pair moved to flank him, he held up his hands, shrinking back to the ground- just under the height of the six-foot tall canine. He held out his open hands. "No need to kill me. I have no weapon, and no fighting skills to speak of, as you can plainly see from my robe, I have no affiliation with anyone in particular. But you don't want to kill me just yet. I was trying to make good time before, well, before you, or someone like you, found me." While he continued to speak, he moved closer to the ship, to keep both of them in eyesight. The larger of the two interrupted him.
"It seems we have a smart one here, hmm? You understand everything you have is ours now, yes?" Shar bowed low, still keeping his eyes on them, however.
"Of course. But I have a proposition. There is a town several dozen miles to the north. My friends are waiting for me there. If you would give me one camel- you don't really need three now, do you? Anyway, one camel to carry some supplies for me so I can get there without dying. In return, I help you load up your new wagon with loot from the ship. That sounds fair, doesn't it? That way you don't even have to risk fighting me. I mean, it is possible I could get my fangs in to one of you. A very painful death. It would take minutes for you to die, since I'm afraid I haven't milked my fangs in a number of days. But let me help you, and we all get to live. Doesn't that sound fair?" The smaller glanced to the bigger. They got together and talked for a moment. The younger spoke up.
"Fine. I come in to ship too, so you no try find weapon. You try anything-" He drew his finger across his neck. Shar almost winced at how bad the younger brother spoke Emperor's Common, the tongue he had spoken in.
"I understand." He said. The younger pushed forward ahead of him.
"Don't take long, brother." The older dog spoke up. "We should stay for less than this poor fool." The younger whined, but voiced his agreement. He kicked Shar in the back, which he definitely felt. "Make up for mind. Do you want to be ahead of or behind me?" He asked the bandit. The dog growled. "Faster." Shar almost gave a tired sigh. They so clearly planned to kill or enslave him after he was done helping, it was comical. Or, it would be were it anyone else in this situation. But it wasn't. And he had things he needed to get done before he died. He pointed up the stairs. The dog looked back at him, and he shrugged. As the dog clambered up, he reached in the inseam of his robe for the dagger. Damn! The sheath was clasped shut by what felt like two little annoying hinges. It was peace-bonded! The damn thing wasn't even meant to be drawn! That meant that there was still a blade on it though, and with enough effort... it was only gold holding it on, which was not exactly the strongest metal. He pulled on the tiny clasps so hard his fingers started to bleed- and then he drew the blade, out of the sheath, out of his robe. He stared at the blade. It was black. Not black, it was... He moved it through the air, and watched it leave a trail of momentary shadow in the air. He gasped out in pain as he felt something deep inside of him tearing apart. It felt like something shredding up the inside of his entire body. He went weak, falling to his hands right outside the ship, staring at the shadow he cast. He watched it twist, pulling up in to the air, snapping away from him. A figure emerged, clad in a black mist that made their edges suggested instead of firm. Vaguely bipedal, it had two definite arms, two legs, a head. It stepped in to the shadow of the ship, and he could see it- her- more clearly. The canine up on the stairs gaped, as did he, though less from pain now, and more at the shock of his shadow turning in to something else in front of his eyes. It was him. A female him, complete with black scales and legs, a small meter length tail stretching out of the base of the thing's spine. He knew the gaze on that face all too well though. Yes, somewhere he was in there. He had to be the template it worked off; it *was* his shadow after all. The eyes opened, startlingly golden pupils illuminating against all the darkness.
"The pact is complete, and your Shade is mine. Give me an order." The canine screamed. Shar wanted to scream himself, but found himself in an odd state of shock. He felt himself intellectualizing the whole thing. He knew he was just trying to cope, but couldn't help but simply be fascinated.
"This is magic, isn't it?" He asked the shadow figure. It rolled its eyes.
"Sure. Magic. What's so surprising about that? You sacrifice a hundred lives, get struck by lightning, all on the exact right times of the year, and your question is what did you do? Really? I mean, someone wrote down something for you to get all the rituals right. Or was it passed on in oral tradition. I hate oral tradition. It fucked up one of my rituals once and I nearly..." The shadow's voice was clearly female, though it cut off as it spoke. "You have no idea what I'm talking about. Great. Let me explain the position you are in. See that world out there? You are now a player on it. The game is this: Win or die. It looks like you are the first player in the game so far, since I can do this." The figure stepped out in to the noonday sun, the mist surrounding its form once more. It winked out of existence and appeared sitting on one of the beams of the ship a dozen feet above him. "This too. Really quite a few things you should enjoy while they last. Tell me. Do you like killing? Because unless you order me to do something, I'm going to let that guy trying to sneak up behind you kill you. Can I kill him?" Shar spun, keeping an eye on both brothers now. The larger of the two was not but two meters away. The reptile weighed his options. They would do nothing but chase him, or run screaming his description to anyone who would listen. He weighed the consequences, the benefits and costs, as any true merchant would. Shar spoke at last.
"Kill them." | FSE |
Title: Frances Haddon's Pillow Book Pt. 01
Tags: huge tits, big cock, blowjob, boarding school, bullying, froshing, giant balls, massive, gagging, throatfuck
*Hey all, here's yet another new story! This is my first attempt to write something vaguely British (Though not with proper spelling or colour, obviously.)
If you're curious about other things I'm working on, please get in touch with me via my contacts information page here.
And please, if you leave comments, don't feel the need to hide behind anonymity. I know my work isn't for everybody, but I have a proven track record of taking all criticism with grace and kindness, all being anonymous does is deprive me of the chance to learn from my mistakes and come to understand what might please you better. Enjoy!
\--Veronica Divine*
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Dear Diary
(Before we begin, I want to make one thing perfectly clear: I was complicit in every word you are about to read. There are times when I may embellish to suggest I'm powerless at times when I'm really not (because what can I say, it makes for a more scandalous read, doesn't it?) and with the exception of me hitting my own head on a bed at one point I was fully in charge of my faculties and choices. I could have said 'no' to anything that happened. I could have walked away. I chose not to, because as depraved and dark as these experiences were at times, they were exciting, and, being the pervert I'm slowly discovering myself to be, I wanted them. Now, with that disclaimer to make anything that might seem like dubious consent clear as enthusiastic consent, let's proceed, shall we?)
Dear Diary Again,
This has been the best 18th birthday party a girl could have.
I got a new car, American, a beautiful little Red Camaro, new sunglasses, a pair of diamond earrings, and a new custom-made bra, since I outgrew the largest K-cup one I had. It's a good thing my mum and pop are so successful or we'd never be able to afford to keep my boobs up. It's quite comfortable. I tried it on along with the earrings before my bath tonight. They go great with my ginger-tinted black hair and pale crystal eyes. There I go again, expositing my own features to my own fucking Diary. No wonder the maid thinks I'm an egoist.
But damnit, Diary, what can I say? I look good.
Ugh, now I'm going to have a go at myself in the shower. I don't know what's with me lately, but I just can't seem to take sex off my brain.
I keep trying to push it to the back of my mind, but there it is again. Last night I dreamed I was getting worked over by "The
Ordinary Boys", only they were making \*me\* sing. Is it normal for a virgin to have such elaborate sex dreams?
I'll write to you again, dearest darling most adorable diary, when I get to my new home at Cobham Hall. Out on my own, away from my parents for the first time. I think it's going to be a ton of fun!
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My spirits sang as I walked across the campus towards the south Tudor wing of Cobham Hall. The campus was beautiful, the air was crisp and cool (which had the unfortunate side effect of making my fat nipples poke through my tee-shirt a bit) and I was about to meet my dorm-mates. There were to be three of them, one second year and two older girls. In addition to the tee-shirt I had easy moving clothes... shorts, a thong, my birthday bra, and sensible ugly shoes.
My spirits dropped however when I finally opened the door to the room. The first thing I took in was the size of the place. The room was far smaller than any place I'd ever lived by myself, and here I was, about to be grouped with three others in it. The second problem was the STATE of the place. There were clothes everywhere, left-over food wrappers, and other nasty nick-nacks. Lastly, there were my roommates themselves. All three of their eyes popped out, fixing on my chest like everyone always does at first. We all just stood in silence a moment taking each other in.
"Ahhhhh, so you're the new filth." Said the tallest of the three, a slim Red-head with short hair. She was curvy, but nowhere near as curvy as me, with some nicely defined muscles. Her green eyes traveled up and down my form in a way usually only done by men. In one hand, she held a bright red apple that she was lazily tossing up and down. That was a little intimidating, but I was far more frightened by the long black riding crop she held in her other. I sincerely hoped she was about to go saddle up.
The next girl was petite in all dimensions save one. Despite her being short and slight and somewhat flat-chested, her ass curved out like a pear, high and rounded. She was wearing thick-rimmed black glasses that matched her jet-black long hair, currently done up in a bun. "No no, Denise, call her by her proper name. Clearly she's called Titty-McBrabuster Wobblemelons." She taunted.
"No. Filth is Filth." Said the third girl, a blonde with astonishing gold eyes, her smile was malicious as well and I could only swallow as she moved around behind me to lock the door with an audible CLICK.
"What's going on?" I asked, setting down my purse. I wished I had stuff, but my valet wouldn't be bringing it for a few hours at least.
"Ohhhh nothing, love... we're just all going to be good friends here is all." The blonde caressed my cheek. "I'm Sylvia." She said, abruptly giving my bum a friendly spank.
"Yes we are." Said the Brunette. "I'm Matilda. I'm your age, but ahead of my class so I've already been here a year.
"You just have to learn some rules first." Ginger Denise said, standing right in front of me, her impressive breasts nearly touching my more impressive ones.
"What rules?" I asked, swallowing hard, intimidated by her confidence and proximity.
"Rule number 1." She said, whipping her hand out and grabbing my Tee-shirt, TEARING it open from the collar down. She whistled at the sight of my bra, roughly spinning me to let Matilda unhook it and Sylvia pull the cups from my tits. I had never been stripped so fast!
"Bloooooody hell, she's a fucking L-CUP!" Sylvia hooted, staring at my label. Denise scowled, turning me back around.
"Rule number ONE!" Denise Growled. I opened my mouth to ask why she was being so mean and she silenced me with a swat of the riding crop across my thigh. "RULE NUMBER ONE!" She roared. "I am TOP BITCH around here. That means my boobs are the biggest!"
I blinked in astonishment, "Well you can hardly do anything about my--" She interrupted me by giving my right breast a meaty slap with her hand, the huge chest-melon wobbling all over. I opened mouth again only to be reward by her smacking the other one.
"Ladies? Confiscate her tits. She's lost boob-having privileges for the week." Denise barked it out like an order and Sylvia and Matilda set on me, roughly gripping me as they spun and pushed me around between them.
I was disoriented, so t took me a moment to realize they had a thick roll of some black material, they were binding it around my torso. The stuff seemed to grip to itself and they pressed in hard. Soon I was bound up, bosom painfully smooshed flat. Sylvia slipped a new shirt over my head, spinning me now to face the mirror. I looked flat-chested...and kind of fat.
Denise stepped up to me again, tangling a hand in my hair and bringing my face down into her now only bra-clad breasts, grinding me into her cleavage. She slowly ground me in to the softness. "That's right bitch. Bigger than yours now. Hey girls! I think she likes it!" She cackled, jiggling her torso to batter my head around. She wasn't entirely wrong... I was in a little pain and utterly humiliated, but something about the sheer lewdness of what was happening to me made my pussy tingle.
Finally Denise cast me off, and I tripped a bit on a lower bunk, sitting down hard.
"Rule number TWO!" Denise barked, reaching under the mattress of the bunk above me. She produced something absurd I could only stare at. "If you're gonna hang with us, you have to be able to fucking handle a real man!" She leveled the object for my face and slowly yet forcefully crammed it against my lips. "Open up, bitch!"
My life at home was sheltered. I knew what I was looking at was a reasonable simulacrum of, well, a male organ. But of the few of those I'd seen in life, THIS one was huge, easily a full 8 inches long and as thick as a broom handle. Now the thick head of this...this dildo, was being bludgeoned against my lips. Seeing now choice in the situation I parted my full lips and dropped my jaw, only hoping that this psychopath wasn't going to kill me.
I'm not sure if she was or not. She stuck it in, just the first few inches at first, letting it sort of rest on my lower lip. "SUCK!" She commanded as she wiggled it around, viciously challenging every angle of my mouth. It made the strangest noise as I sucked, a sort of slurpy rhythm broken up by the way she wrenched it around. That weird little demon that lives inside me seemed to like this noise, and my face turned bright red as my sex went from merely tingly to wet. I hoped the moisture wasn't showing through my shorts. I was sure if this madwoman realized I was aroused there would only be more exotic punishments in store for me.
My reverie was interrupted by her thrusting it in deep, an audible gagging noise filling the room. I brought my arms up...I could have pushed her away or slapped the thing out of my hand, but some part of my wanted to prove myself. Instead I did a curious thing; locking eyes defiantly with her I reached up and gently caressed the large testicles at the base of the fake dick. She looked in shock, not sure what to make of that. Then I crammed forward, letting the big thing enter my throat.
That was a mistake. I gagged hard, choked, and nearly puked, whipping my head back to allow freedom and air, accidentally smacking my head on the top bunk with a resounding \*CRACK\* I was out like a light.
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Dear Diary,
My dreams have been odd lately. They're all...dirty. In my dreams, people are always taking their clothes off, licking each other, groping... everything is always glistening wet. Bodies are sweating. It's raining.
I don't understand it. I'm a good girl! I swear to you diary, I never used to spend so much time thinking of all this stuff, now it's always on my mind, even when I'm asleep.
After I hit my head, I woke up in a strange room, with beds and pillows all over. Then a door opened and \*I\* walked in. I was dressed in a strange red outfit, leather I think, and bright red. A tiny top held up my huge tits from the bottom, the tops of my areolas peaking above the rims of the cups, and beneath I wore only a black thong with fire painted on the crotch. I also had horns...tiny ones, and might have seen a tail swishing around back there.
"What is this? Who are you?"
"I'm you." She said. "The real you. I'm the little Demoness you have lurking inside. The one that knows what it wants and is going to start going for it real soon."
"And what is it I want, huh?"
"You know the answer to that. And you shall have it. And don't worry...we're going to get revenge on those bitches you're bunked with too."
She sashayed over to me, lifted one of my tits in her palm and let it drop with a bounce. The second I felt the tug, I snapped awake.
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The tug I felt was the pressure of my poor bound up boobs. You just can't conceal as much sheer bosom tonnage as I have without causing some fairly serious discomfort. I blinked and looked around. I seemed to be in some sort of gymnasium, large and desolate... but this one was filled with people in varying states of chaos. There were maybe 50 of us, all around the same age, all looking confused and scared. Half were women, half, oddly enough for a female boarding school, were men. One gender was indeterminate because they were so thoroughly wrapped up in duct tape, nothing about them could be determined, apart from their obvious wriggling discomfort.
It became clear to me that I was the only one who had been unconscious, and one of the few unbound at the hands or ankles. I stood and walked around, looking for a way out. The doors, alas, were chained shut, and when I caught my reflection I was humiliated to see various words drawn on my face in makeup. "Slut." "Filth" "Bitch." "Whore." Then there was the crudely drawn outline of a penis on my forehead. My face flushed crimson.
Suddenly, as though planned in ceremony, two locked doors to the male and female locker rooms burst open, and in strutted an older boy and an older girl I had never seen. The male, a tall, handsome, athletic looking brunette with one of those awful "Faux-hawk" hairstyles swaggered an extra step forward, speaking to us all in a booming churlish drawl.
"Good afternoon, Filth. Welcome to the last part of your initiation. My name is Nigel, and I represent the contingent of boys from the Rochester Golf Club down the road. I have bad news, ladies...if you look around you; these are the only boys you're going to be allowed to fraternize with during your time here at Cobham Hall. If I do so say so myself, I've never seen a sadder, punier bunch of little bitchboys in my whole life. And I've seen a lot of filth."
Then the girl stepped forward. She was blonde, slender, tall, blue-eyed, with a cruel smirk that seemed to be perpetually engraved on her face. "Well-put Nigel. I don't think the boys are in luck either. Look at these bitches! I don't think a one of them has a brain in her head or a boob in her bra. Your fellows will be lucky if these sad things can figure out which bits of them the dick is supposed to go in. Shall we?"
"Allison, we shall." He responded, and the two of them wandered amongst us. Each had part of a deck of playing cards, and as they passed, they handed (or in duct-taped boy-or-girl's case, stuck) a card to each of us "Filth" as we had apparently become known. As they did so, other older boys and girls began to march in. It was a much larger group than the assembled Filth, which was not surprising since it comprised every 19, 20, and 21-year old between the two institutions. Three years against one. So this was how hazing worked.
Now I saw my roommates again, Denise as usual at the head of them, the three surrounding me yet again. I began to wonder if their three bodies leering over me would be how I would always remember the trio.
"SMITH!" Shouted Nigel. Three boys pulled a scared looking ginger forward, taking from him the card he'd been assigned earlier, the 9 of spades. "THIS ONE!" Allison called in response, indicating a mousy young girl with a 9 of clubs. The six boys and girls who were in charge of each of them marched their respective victims together, into the locker rooms.
The Gym was silent for maybe 15 minutes. Then the door swung open, the nameless girl sheepishly walking back into the room. She was red from head to toe, humiliated clearly, and walked in mincing little steps. The three girls with her did not attempt to stop her as she fled the gym. The boy, Smith, never emerged. I found this part the most frightening.
I waited. And waited. And waited. The ritual continued and girl after girl fled the gym. Some were quiet. Some sullen and ash faced. A few left bawling in tears. One left completely wet, her perky nipples showing through her soaked blouse. My roommates made small talk, discussing the weather, or pointing out things they thought about the different Filth. The three made a pact that after things were done here; they were going to sneak into town to go get some unlady-like drinks at one of the pubs a few miles away. Hours and hours later I was the last present.
"Haddon." Nigel intoned, not bothering to shout to the much emptier gymnasium. He simply pointed at me, then at the one who bore my card, a short, nervous looking little man with large glasses and a stupid looking necktie.
Denise, Sylvia and Matilda grabbed my shoulders and back, leading me into the locker room. The awkward looking boy was chucked in as well.
"You're lucky, Filth." Said Denise. "We've decided to go easy on you since we already put you in your place pretty well back in the room."
"You're not getting off so lucky." Nigel said to the still un-named boy. "We're gonna let you off light here, maybe even let you have a little fun. But later tonight we're gonna beat the shit outta you. Sleep with one eye open, bitch-boy." Nigel backed it up with a crack of his Knuckles. I could tell this guy was an asshole already, but that just threw it into overdrive.
"Now then." One of the other boys added. "Let's introduce you, then." He cleared his throat. "Frances Haddon, this is Jack Lassater. Jack, Frankie." One of the boys slapped him on the back of the head, just to be a bastard.
Now Denise stepped closer to use. "Your mission is simple, Jack. We just want you to cut Frankie's shirt open." She produced a pair of scissors. "We don't want you to hurt her, now."
His voice cracked. "Uh, okay. Um. Sorry Frankie."
I scowled. If he were a real man couldn't he say no? Take his lumps? Then I noticed one of Nigel's fellow classmates folding his arms. He made Nigel look as weak as Nigel made Jack look! The damned things were like a pair of prizewinning hogs growing right from his shoulders, heavy and thick. One punch from one of those would probably shatter poor little Jack's brain-pan. I was instantly flooded with sympathy. The girls had been rough on me, sure, demeaning even, but there was no need for such direct violence, such a contemptuous display. I resigned myself to hold still, let him cut my shirt, and maybe even give him a little show. I thought of it as giving a dying man his final pleasure.
He was nervous, his hands trembled, and I was more than a little worried he would slip and stick me somewhere sensitive. He slowly, carefully moved his hands, breath shaky as more and more of my shirt split. When he reached the level of the binding, he paused, slipping the scissors cold against my skin to delicately sunder the nagahide that bound me. Here he had to have the patience of a locksmith, sloooowwwwly cutting the binding and shirt away, leaning in close to make absolutely sure he was not cutting skin, yet still making progress.
He only had to be about 75% of the way done for the explosion to happen. So much titflesh compressed into such a small place was more than a match for the stitches of cloth he was still working on, and my boobs launched out! The colossal pair wrapped right around his head, totally swallowing his head into my cleavage, the shreds of my shirt fell to the floor, and the scissors were launched from his grip with such force that they stabbed into the wall. The boys in the room gasped and stared appreciatively. Sylvia and Matilda giggled. Denise's eyes flashed down to her own rack and back to mine, a look of jealousy plain on her face. A little part of me was even proud as absurd as the situation was.
Pride turned to horror when the cameras came out. All three of the girls has been hiding them at the ready until this moment and now there were flashes and clicks everywhere, shot after shot my exposed tits with a boy sandwiched between them, shot after shot of him pulling back sheepishly, hair tousled, shot after shot of me blushing redder and redder, my humiliation growing by the moment. Finally they had enough it seemed and the boys walked out. Denise came close, shoving Jack's head back into my boobs one last time as she spoke to me.
"We own you now filth. Step out of line one millimeter and these pictures become screensavers, posters, and postcards that get mailed to your parents. Got it?" She asked. I shook my head in overwhelmed terror. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Because this is how you're supposed to treat filth. Because I don't like you. Most of all though, dear, filth, because it's fun." She shot back. Then with a single playful tweak of one of my thimble-sized nipples she strode from the room, the other girls in tow.
Jack and I stood there a long moment, basking in what had just happened, our shared humiliation hanging thick in the air like the fog on a moor. But shame was slowly replaced by anger. That Demoness who lived inside me was \*not\* pleased to see me laid low like this, and she was already contemplating revenge. My brain flicked through idea after idea, no quite knowing the best form for vengeance to take.
Then I looked down.
"Oh...My...God!" I exclaimed, both hands going to my mouth.
"What is it?" Jack asked, seeming perhaps at least a little relieved that silence had been broken.
"What is THAT?" I asked pointing at the enormous bulge tenting the front of Jack's trousers. He blushed and stammered a moment. "Do I uh...do I really have to tell you? I'm sorry but you're uhhh, your..." He sheepishly stuck out a finger, poking my mammoth left boob. "Got me excited."
Suddenly revenge clicked into place, and I would get to satisfy my inner Demoness in other ways as well. I set my plan into motion.
"Hey Jack...you don't wanna go back to the country club and get beaten up by those boys, do you?" I asked.
"Of course not. But I have nowhere else to—"I interrupted him by simply leaning forward, giant jug totally obscuring his face and silencing him. "You're going to come stay with me." I said.
"Is that allowed?" He asked.
"I don't care." The Demoness answered.
Dear Diary, it isn't that sex is a complete mystery to me. I know what it is. I know how to do it. But my parents have always kept me under such a close watch I've just never gotten to have it yet. Oh I took my own virginity out of curiosity when I was young, and I experimented and played. I watched it at times. Never porn on the internet; it just doesn't excite me if it isn't real, but whenever I happened to catch a glimpse of nudity, or saw something interesting happening through a window or a keyhole, I was entranced.
It felt like an eternity till we reached my room, him hunching slightly to keep his bulge from being too obvious, me with a towel wrapped awkwardly around my top. It covered my nipples, but barely, my tits were just generally too large to contain. Luckily it was late, and while we saw a person or two, they were always heading off somewhere else. I think most of the rest of "The Filth 'were sequestering themselves in their rooms after going through humiliating experiences like I had, while the older girls were off in town, living up their domination.
A domination that in my case was about to end.
When we got into the room I chucked the towel aside and sat down on Denise's bunk, the other one on the ground level like mine.
"Come here." I said beckoning for him to stand right in front of me. "I have GOT to see this!" Nervously he came close, clearly sort of afraid of the titanic tits that had so recently punished him, but clearly drawn by them as well. He had kept his impressive hardon for the whole walk over, and I could only marvel at its apparent size. Still I found myself running a hand over it, drawing a shuddering breath from him as I caressed.
Then my fingers found his zipper. I took it down slowly, unbuckled and unbuttons, sliding his pants down, thumbs hooking the waistband of his pants so that they came down with his trousers, my eyes widening as he was exposed, centimeter after centimeter of long shaft coming into view. He was bigger than any boy I'd ever seen. Bigger than my fantasies. The thing was EVEN larger than Denise's dildo I'd choked on earlier!
"Oh JACK!" I exclaimed. "You're ENORMOUS!!" He blushed deep, shoulders barely shrugging as if not knowing what to say. I groped around the bed and grabbed the toy after a brief frantic search, finding it beneath her mattress. Returning I held his cock up to it, pleased to see that I was right. His dick was at least an inch longer and so thick that if I held his dick in front of the dildo, it was completely obscured from sight. This was a fucking monster!
I threw the dildo aside and begin to jerk the enormous thing in my hand...it was so thick my fingers weren't even close to meeting around it and I added a second hand so he'd get full coverage. We both laughed as my giant knockers slapped together from the sheer amount of jiggling that happened when I beat off the 9 inch prick. While I jacked away I leaned sideways, peering down at the plump pair of balls beneath, they hung in his scrotum like a couple of Italian plumbs. There was something mesmerizing in the way they swayed and swung in their wrinkly sack.
I couldn't resist it any longer, and I leaned forward, just burying myself in his nasty ball bag, grinding my lips, tongue, and face all over it, rubbing his nuts on every millimeter of my countenance. He reached down, sheepishly rubbing at a big tit as I did so. I leaned back for him, holding my breasts aloft so that his nutsack could rest in the crook of my cleavage.
"Do you like having big balls?" I asked innocently, leaning my face down to tongue them right where they rested on my breasts.
"Most of the time." He said, voice cracking. "Do you like having huge boobs?"
I let them fall, sandwiching them fully between my tits now as I elevated myself to begin to lick and lap at his cockhead. This was the first real blowjob I had ever given, but I somehow suspected I might be pretty good at it, especially at how he moaned and groaned as I worked. I know it makes no sense, but for some reason, it made me really wet.
"Only when their getting handled by a stud like you." I managed between slurps and licks. I took his dick in a bit now, filling my mouth head and shaft, cheeks hollowing as I slowly sucked. He was definitely enjoying it and I could feel the big cockhead flare in my mouth.
"I can't BELIEVE how big they are!" He said as he kept fondling my massive meaty milk mounds.
"Mlllph mlph mlph mlph!" Was all I could get out around the huge cock, drooly strands of precum starting to pour from my lower lip. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, a great sheet of slobber spilling out as he did, stepping back; he seemed to grow in confidence as he asked, "How big are they?"
"I have to have my bras custom made in America... these girls are 38 L cups." I answered proudly, squeezing them together for him. He groaned at hearing the number, stepping forward to drive his cock between them, stabbing the head for my chest. He was huge, but my tits were so large he could simply fuck them straight on.
I bounced them up and down on him, and then sort of tossed his cock from tit-to-tit, battering the mighty organ around. He took a sort of revenge; seizing his cock by the base and smacking it over the tops of my tits, making them jiggle and ripple. I was learning things about men tonight! "You like that?" I asked.
He could only moan, pulling back again and taking a few deep breaths. I think he was trying to avoid cumming. Then that adorable confidence overcame him again, which seemed funny coming out of such a small young man, even if he was big where it counted. "Suck my big fat cock." He growled, tapping my lips with the head.
I sucked it in. This time going for depth like with the dildo. I surprised myself, getting deeper and deeper, able to ignore the briefest warnings from my gag reflex as I got maybe seven inches of him inside. I could see in a mirror that my throat was bulging obscenely and some tears started from my eyes as I fought to get more in, gagging harder.
He mauled my big tits. "Come on! Suck it deeper!" He groaned.
I gave him the finger, but crammed down, horrifically gagging as I got the 8th thick inch in. A guttural noise escaped my throat along with big ropes of precum, my hands alternating between tugging his plump balls and pinching at my own nipples when he wasn't fondling them. The sounds clearly alarmed him a bit, and he pulled back so that I could breathe. I fought to take air into my lungs, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I did so.
Recovered somewhat I jammed back down, fitting the 8th inch into my face again, hands pawing at his balls, tugging them towards my lips as I gagged and gargled on his gynormous prick. He moaned and pulled my nipples gently. "Could you fit more of me if we used your pussy instead?" He asked with a grin. Suddenly I wrenched forward, swallowing the last inch of him, nasty spumes of precum and slobber erupting from my mouth and nostrils.
I wasn't ready for that yet, I'd decided, but I was still determined to bring him off here and now. I used the fact that I had all of him as best I could. Time on my oxygen was running out, so I ground his balls into my spermy chin, swallowing on him over and over, barely bobbing my head so that my esophagus could crush his cockhead again and again in hot wet velvety throat.
"Oh Frankie! I'm...I'M...Oh GAWWWWWW—" He shouted, eyes rolling back as he let go, balls clenching up mightily.
I was unprepared for the speed with which his first shot slammed into my throat, and I gargled it back out with a nasty noise. Still spraying the huge cock unmercifully blasted between my eyes as I leaned down to cough, blinding me. Rearing back in shock another heavy wet load caromed off my big left tit, splattering hot across my rib cage as I lay on my back. Jack only stepped in, jerking and jacking his enormous tool, reveling in his shots as they fired and fired.
Big wads found my stomach and tits and throat and face, and they were still firing away. Now more prepared I curled back up, my cum-covered body leaning over his dick to suck away at it, taking load after load after load, gargling as it filled up my mouth, but being very careful not to swallow. He watched in curiosity as I drained his balls the rest of the way in this manner, still losing some to streak down to my tits as his erection and aim wavered.
Now vengeance would be mine. I ROLLED all over Diane's bed, getting under the covers, letting my spunk covered body soak her sheets and blanket. Nastiest of all I held my face over the pillow and just unleashed the huge load of thick spooge I'd been collecting in my mouth, making an absolute mess of her things.
Jack's jaw was agape, he stared half-horny half in horror at what I'd done. I turned to him, giving his balls an affectionate squeeze. "She's gonna learn her lesson somehow. If she messes with either of us again you're gonna fuck me on that bed until it's my cream she's sleeping in. Got it?"
He was stunned at the complete transformation that seemed to have come over me. Maybe put off by it a little. What could I say? The Demoness was out now.
Dear Diary,
I sucked my first dick today. It was real big, and veiny, and hairy and gross...and I loved every second of it. I don't know if I'm going to be able to stop. I guess I'm lucky I started with such a big boy, because I don't know if I can even settle for less in the future. I can't wait to feel what one is like between my...other lips. I think I'm going to like this school after all.
I don't know how late it was when the girls stumbled home, but it was really late. They smelled faintly of booze and seemed tired, chattering only briefly with one another in the dark room while I pretended to be asleep. They all sank into their bunks, apparently Denise being the last to do so, because that was when I heard the shriek.
Leaping up, I ran across the room and grabbed her hair, grinding her face into the spunk-covered pillow she was laying her head on.
"Awwww poor little-tittied Denise." I sneered above her. "Who's fucking filthy now? Huh? You like all that fucking ball cream on your slut face?
She whimpered and thrashed, helpless from the angle and paralyzed by her disgust. Leaning down I lifted her face, enveloping its cream-covered features between my tits. Then to her horror she heard the flash of the camera.
"Who owns who now?" I hissed.
I wrote as much in my diary later, I think I'm going to like this school after all. | literotica |
Title: Cast Me! Chapter 3 by Res Eden
Tags: Bee, Bulldog, Butt, Dog, Drama, Female, Femboi, Femboy, Fox, Gay, Giraffe, Highschool, Lion, Male, Pink, Polar Bear, Raccoon, School, Snake, Wolf, theater, theatre
Res was dropped off at school by his mother. "Bye mom!" he said to her.
"Bye, hun," she replied, "Have a good day."
Res shut the door and his mom drove off. He turned around and was shoved to the ground by the same wolf he met on his first day of school. Res yelped as he fell and scraped his knee and looked up at the wolf with wide, teary eyes.
"Watch it fag," the wolf said.
Before he could hear the wolf's comment, Bernard came charging up at him and rammed the wolf to the ground, striking a punch into the wolf's face.
Bernard raised his other fist up, but it was grabbed by Res's P.E. teacher. "What the hell are you doing, Bernard?" the lion yelled.
"This ass pushed Res to the ground," Bernard defended himself.
"It was an accident. I saw it. Don't you dare lay a paw on our star football quarterback," the lion threatened, "Go to the office. You, too, pinky." He turned his head to Res as he said this.
Res and Bernard got up and the lion turned around to call the office on his walky-talky. While the lion was turned away, the wolf got up and charlie-horsed Bernard who fell to his knee. The wolf ran off laughing.
The lion turned around to look back at the fox trying to help the polar bear up. "Bernard!" the lion screamed, "Quit tying your shoes and get to the damn office!"
The bear growled and got up, leaning slightly on Res's shoulders as they walked up to the office. An associate principal was there waiting for him. It was a giraffe and the top of his head stood at least ten feet tall.
Res and Bernard looked up and the giraffe said, "So you two were beating on Damion?"
"Is that what Coach Droff told you?"
"Yes."
"Well, it's not true. Res was getting out of his car and I saw Damion push him to the ground, so I ran up and tackled him. He only got what he deserved."
"Let me be honest. You can't expect to walk around this school dressed like...that," he pointed to Res's clothing, "And not expect to get bullied. There's nothing I can do for you. Damion is on the football team. You're just the average student who gets good grades and sits in the back. I'm sorry. I'm going to have to give you ISS (in-school suspension) for two days."
"That's not fair!" Bernard pleaded, "Droff didn't see what happened! This is totally biased!"
"It doesn't matter. Maybe if you got involved in something important." The giraffe handed him a slip with the ISS notification on it, turned around, and walked away.
Bernard hung his head. "I'm so sorry, Bernard. I wish I didn't get you caught up in this...," Res tried to comfort him. Bernard took Res's paw and led him out into the hall which was empty at the time since classes had started.
Bernard looked down at Res and said, "It's not your fault. I just want to protect you." He leaned down and kissed Res softly on the lips, holding the fox close to his warm body. Res knew Bernard would never try to take advantage of him without Res's consent, and felt incredibly safe in the polar bear's arms.
When Bernard broke the kiss, they looked into each other's eyes for a moment, and Res said, "You know I'm a guy, right?"
Bernard went wide-eyed and let go of Res suddenly, backing away a bit. "Wh...What?" Bernard stuttered.
"Please don't be afraid. What you said was so sweet. You really don't feel the same way now that you know?"
"I...I...," Bernard stared, stunned for a few seconds before turning and running away.
Res lowered his ears and sighed, deciding not to go to his first two classes so that he could avoid Bernard in Biology.
Instead, he went to the auditorium down on the second floor and sat in the seats. Onstage, the first hour Techinal Studio class was beginning to build the set for *Arcadia*. Res smiled to himself and put down his backpack to the seat next to him and pulled out his script. He turned to the first scene and began trying to memorize his lines.
When he got farther into the play, he realized what an astonishing little girl Thomasina was. She was apparently portrayed as mathematical genius even at such a young age. She was always kept out of the adults' problems, but that didn't stop her from trying to get into them.
Chad's character, Septimus, also has an affair with about every woman at the estate in order to distract everyone with his real affair with Lady Croom, Thomasina's mother. In doing so, however, he sleeps with a poet's wife. This poet is named Ezra Chater and is living at the estate. He confronts Septimus about his wrongdoing and gets easily distracted by Septimus's false flattery. Eventually, Chater gets back on course and challenges Septimus to a duel.
Res had to admit that his favorite line in the play was during this scene when Septimus retorts to this challenge, "There are no more than two or three poets of the first rank now living, and I will not shoot one of them dead over a perpendicular poke in a gazebo with a woman whose reputation could not be adequately defended with a platoon of musketry deployed by rota."
Perpendicular poke.
'Tom Stoppard,' Res thought to himself, 'You are quite a jokester, aren't you?'
After memorizing his lines from scenes one and three (he doesn't appear in two), the bell had rung for third block and he put his script away, pulled his backpack over his shoulders and walked off to World Geography. Nothing interesting. Same with Algebra 2.
English was interesting because Res was assigned the first book of the year to read. It was *Great Expectations* by Charles Dickens.
"Ugh. I heard this was an awful book," said the red panda sitting next to Res. The panda smiled to Res and put his hand to the fox, "Hi. I'm Cecil. Cecil Tyler."
Res was afraid that the same thing would happen to Cecil that happened with Bernard, and so the first words that Res ever said to Cecil were, "I'm a boy."
Cecil flinched back for a second, expecting a name rather than a gender. "All right...That's cool...So am I," he smiled, still holding his hand to Res.
Res blushed hard at his mistake and took Cecil's hand. "I'm Res," he corrected himself, "It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise. Anyways, I heard this book is long, slow and boring."
"I want you all to read the first ten chapters by Monday," the teacher, a flamingo, said. The class groaned and the bird replied, "Yeah, yeah. I know you're all so excited."
The bell rang and Cecil said goodbye to Res as he walked out of the classroom.
Res left the classroom too and headed down to the cafeteria. Today, he was determined to find a group of people he could sit with during lunch, and before he came across Damion again.
He walked out into the courtyard and found Yulia and Oxford sitting together with a bunch of other thespians. They waved Res over and he sat happily with them.
"Hey there, buddy," Oxford smiled and greeted him.
Yulia was lying back in her chair, nodded to Res, and said, "'Sup."
"I'm glad you're going to sit with us, Res," Oxford smiled happily to him.
"I'm just happy I found someone to sit with," Res replied.
Oxford introduced Res to the rest of the table. Two of them were Mestian Bariff and Sylvia Underwood, the two actors playing Ezra Chater and Lady Croom in *Arcadia* respectively. Mestian was a bull dog and Sylvia a bee. Both of their species seemed to match their characters' personalities in the play.
Nathaniel was also at the table. He just continued to stare at Res, and the fox still was unable to tell if it was hatred or some other emotion in the blue jay's eyes.
"What is up with Nathaniel?" Res whispered to Oxford.
Oxford sat up, pretending Res had only made a comment to him. He took a quick glance at Nathaniel and saw that he was staring at Res while chewing on his food. He leaned back into Res and said, "I have no idea. That's really weird for him. If I had to guess, he's jealous that you got the lead part and he didn't."
"But I got the female lead. Shouldn't he be staring at Chad?"
"I think it's just the fact that you got a lead part. Maybe also that you're a freshman."
"But he's a freshman!"
"And he thinks he's better than everyone else," Oxford smiles to Res, "Look. He obviously doesn't understand the true meaning of theatre. It's not about how many lines you get or whether you get the lead part or not. It's about the community, the friends you make, and what you do while you're participating."
Res nodded and smiled back to Oxford, completely agreeing with the concept. He felt a warm feeling within himself and began to ignore Nathaniel's staring.
Lunch was over and Res headed to P.E. They were finally starting the actual class today after learning about some "proper exercise techniques" stuff. Unfortunately, they are all assigned uniforms based on measurements. The worst part is, they didn't measure the students' asses and the shorts were mini-training shorts that only barely covered the ass.
When Res received his uniform and put it on, his ass was overly large and his shorts only covered just over half of his ass. He blushed deeply as several of the other men either stared or laughed at him. He walked over to the coach's office.
"Excuse me, sir," Res said to the lion, who was named Coach Androcles, "My shorts seem to be a little...Umm...Small..."
"What do you mean?" the lion asked.
Res sighed and turned around to show his tight shorts hugging his large ass to the lion.
The lion's eyes went wide and Res noticed this as he turned back around. The coach quickly regained his composure and said, "I don't see the prob...I mean, there's nothing we can do. The school is short on funds and these uniforms aren't refundable. The school has limited funds for the regular P.E. classes."
Res sighed again and turned to go out into the gym, feeling the stare of the lion's eyes against his butt.
What made the class worse was that their first activity was running. They all walked down to the track and as the class ran together, Res noticed that the majority of the class was running behind him.
Class was over soon and French 3 was uneventful.
Drama arrived once again and O presented the class with their very first project. He was going to separate them into groups of five people and they were each to select one scene from any play in the script library to perform in front of the class. No tech was required at all. Res wagged his tail, excitedly, but hoped he wouldn't be placed in the same group as Nathaniel.
Drama was over and Res headed to the lobby for rehearsal. They were blocking the first three scenes. The entire play took place in the same room. On stage right was a door to a piano room and on stage left was a door to the outside where most of the offstage action took place. The room itself was a classroom in which Thomasina had her studies from Septimus. Res was going to be wearing a dress for the entire play, and would even be wearing an evening dress during the final scene. O smiled at this, but Packy seemed to be more than uncaring and just played along as if Res really was a girl.
For the first scene, Res mainly sat in a desk where he would make many movements that a little girl would usually make. Res had a short conversation with Nathaniel's character, Jellaby, the servant, about what was for dinner. He then made a comment to Septimus about how it was strange that if one were to stir in a spoonful of jam, it will spread amongst the pudding like a meteor, but "if you stir backward, the jam will not come together again."
While going through the blocking, Packy explained, "This play is commonly accepted as a comedy, which makes it strange as to why we are doing it during the fall dramas. This play is very educational for the actors in it, and it truly makes one think. However, many things happen in this play that revolves around the aspect of 'drama'. It takes a very intense focus on the contrast between the Classical and Romantic periods as well as the romantic, scientific and literary mysteries of life. From this comes a very heart-wrenching and mind-inspiring classic. That is what qualifies this play as a drama."
The cast nodded in acceptance and understood the way Packy looked at this play. The snake snapped his fingers and said, "Scene 2."
The rehearsal went on this manner with Packy telling the actors how he wanted them to move and where to go, but in a vague style so that the actors could have some room to improvise their character on their own as well.
After the blocking of the second scene, the characters in the present time setting of the play got up to leave since none of them appeared in the third scene. Yulia and Oxford waved goodbye to Res and walked out of the door.
When rehearsal was over, Res got up and walked out to his mom's car after saying goodbye to Packy, O, and the rest of what the remaining actors liked to call, "The Past Cast". | FSE |
Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 27
Tags: dungeons and dragons, adventure, clean, story progression, continuing, friendship, assassin, epic fantasy
**Volume 4: Dereliction of Duty**
**Chapter III: Choices**
Felicia was perched on the edge of the bed across from Lostariel who held a small dagger between the tips of her fingers with the skill and casual indifference of a trader inspecting wares they intended to resell. The instrument shimmered in the dying light creeping through Felicia's window. The two women eyed one another, periodically shifting their weight so they wouldn't fall.
Eventually when it looked like Felicia wasn't in any real danger, she crawled own off the bed, grabbing her pants. For a moment, Lostariel actually seemed disappointed that the teen would dare cover up her caramel skinned beauty, but it too faded like her warmth and post-orgasm lust had. The woman sharing Felicia's bed was a stranger. Stranger than she had been when she still thought the woman was just a traveler.
It was the pale skinned assassin who broke the silence, her voice tinged with something undefinable- a quiet irritation, perhaps. "What debt do you owe her, then? You don't seem like a jilted lover."
"Jilted lover?" Felicia balked. "Is that what you are? What could she have done that would make you want to kill her?! She's a good person! A little- uh- fopish-"
"Capricious." The woman supplied as she turned her dagger over between her hands. The tip was already starting to draw blood from her thumb but she barely acknowledged it.
Felicia stared at her."What? Okay, fine, she's 'capricious', but does that mean she deserves to die?"
"The better question is what have you done to deserve to live?" It was fairly clear that Felicia posed no threat, but something in the woman's demeanor and careful manner suggested she might have been trying to put Felicia at ease but didn't have the first idea how. Especially given what she'd just said. "People concern themselves with death more than they do their moment to moment living- I challenge you to justify your existence." Her purple eyes turned to the window momentarily. "Or hers. . ."
"That's insane-"
"I may let her live." That amethyst gaze cut towards Felicia. There was no question choosing not to reply wasn't a possibility. Would she go after Sarah- maybe even Felicia- if she didn't answer correctly? What if she lied? Gods, how had it all gone so wrong so quickly. From pleasure to holding someone's life in her hands- she was too young to do this. She had no business- Lostariel tiled her head forward, looking up at Felicia through her bangs. "Well?"
"I- I'm thinking! Give me a moment!"
The woman chuffed a harsh laugh and stood up, crossing the room in four strides. She picked up her bag and set it on the bed, rifling through her gear as the seconds ground on. Clinking metal. Glass. Creaking leather. Felicia bit deep into her lip. She was going to die in this room. . .
Gods how could she have been so stupid. But maybe there was hope. . . Yes, a gamble her mother would have been proud of. It was insane, but maybe, just maybe-
"I think," The northerner broke into her thoughts. "You're afraid of what might happen if you looked and saw just how empty your life truly is."
Felicia played her cards as best she could, trying to keep her voice indignant but firm. "And your life is so much better? H- How many people's 'empty' lives have you ruined with your actions? How many tears have been spilled in your name? Huh? You think *I'm* a waste when all you do is take and take and take? What've *you* contributed to humanity? Sarah has her flaws, sure, but she at least makes people smile. . . Isn't that *something* worthy of praise?"
There was a long moment of silence- the northerner didn't look up from her rummaging, but the sound of gear clattering had stopped and even her breathing had gone quiet. The only sound was Felicia's heart hammering against her ribs as she eyed the short killer. Waiting for the verdict, the swat on a horse's end and the rope to tighten.
Finally, after an eternity, Lostariel looked up and with a glimpse at her distant elven heritage, Felicia found the reasons why she'd been taken in by her charms. Those cheeks, that smile, that flicker of mischief in her eyes. She pointed at the teen with a set of shorts in her hand. "Do you think you can stop me?"
"N- No." She admitted. "But I bet you can be more than than you think you are." That earned a slight brow arch. Felicia pounced on the opportunity. "The spirits gave you every advantage a woman could want- you're beautiful, strong, you would set a thousand hearts on fire with a look! You could be *so* much if you wanted to be."
"Felicia."
"Please? Consider it?"
Another odd look. "How is it I find two women who are strange enough to be interesting?"
"Gods' intervention?"
Lostariel snorted, glancing away for a moment. "You have until I find her to convince me."
Felicia blinked. "How am I going to do that?"
"Surprise me." Having passed judgment, the woman went back to her bag to find some more clothes.
"W- Well, what did she *do*? Who wants her dead?"
"My father."
"Uh- why?"
"That doesn't concern you."
"I- Hey, wait. That's not fair, how am I going to convince you to spare her life if you're not going to tell me anything?"
Lostariel looked up with a smirk. "Consider it your rite of passage into adulthood. You've already saved one life today, maybe you can make it two."
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Laleah's farms laid out along either side of the lamp lit trail like throw rugs, framing a well maintained road that made it easy for carts and horses alike to move with little fear of jostling one another. In the darkness it felt like an alley between two buildings- dark, uncertain, pinned between two futures waiting to crash in against any who dared tread it's packed earth.
Felicia and her horse didn't walk so much as creep down the path towards the braziers of the township's 'gate'. The half dozen men behind the spikey barricades looked like some kind of militia in their leather tunics, but the way they had circled their swords near the fire and the way in which they sat on crates playing cards made it look anything but professional. For a moment she wondered what chance she'd have if she told them about Lostariel.
She was nearby, that was obvious. On the opposite side of the trail, perhaps. None of the travelers Felicia had passed had recognized the indistinct form of the woman, but every animal that came near gave a wide berth, almost into the middle of the trail, to avoid *something*. Maybe it was just the way things were with her. Animals feared her and she feared them. . .
Felicia swallowed. It was worth a shot, if only to stop her wondering. "Miss Lostariel?"
"Yes?" The reply was instantaneous.
"Why-"
"I told you I'm not going to answer that. She's wronged powers beyond her, you don't need to know more than that."
The teen squinted against the gloom; she caught a glimpse of the woman's outline as she swung her arms. It was a faint glimmer, a refraction of light being absorbed at the edge of a lantern's light halo. Felicia tracked her as best she could from the corner of her vision, lowering her voice just a touch in case someone might hear them. "I was going to ask what will happen when we get to the checkpoint ahead."
"That depends."
"On what?"
No reply.
Felicia sighed. "You're not going to hurt them, are you?"
No reply.
"I-"
"If you think that low of me, you're more jaded than I thought."
"I'm not jaded, I'm just. . . Concerned. I mean, come on. You're going to kill someone, what am I supposed to think?"
"You're supposed to be thinking about reasons I shouldn't, or have you forgotten?"
"Of course not!" Felicia clenched her jaw, shooting a look at the outline she hoped was the woman. "But you keep telling me that you're beneath valuing human life, what am I supposed to work with?"
"You could always beg."
"Would it help?"
"It might."
For just a moment Felicia wanted to scoff. Something told her she'd never be able to sway things with her words. . . But many there were other ways. She reached into her pack and produced a couple apples. Without warning, she tossed one underhanded towards where she thought the woman was. She was mildly surprised when it landed in the dirt in two parts.
"Uh. . ."
"I'll eat when I'm hungry."
Felicia's heart kicked up a notch, slamming against her ribs. She hadn't even seen the blade get drawn! "O- Okay." After a calming breath she took a bite, easing her mind into focus once more. "Do you like stories/"
Silence.
"Well, how about this one. . ." She cleared her throat. "There are these spirits that roam the plains when the sky goes purple- we call those gem storms because the lighting cracks rocks and you always find gem dust in the holes they make. They're the ancestral spirits, the reason our clan came to be, actually. But before the storms, they used to take care of the land and feed those who came before us.
"One of the most proud was a spirit who's power was so strong it couldn't be felt any more, he attracted animals from all over the world to be there and feed from his breast- the heart is in the breast, right?- so because of these spirits we have horses and dogs and even, some say, dragons."
"Power isn't invisible-"
"It can be. You might not understand it because you have to see it while you're out hunting on the tundra and stuff- I'm sorry that sounds like I'm making fun. I'm not."
After a few moment Lostariel said quietly, "go on."
"Okay. . ." Could she really do this? It meant possibly sparing Sarah's life, so why shouldn't she share some of her tribe's wisdom? Who knew, maybe it would smooth things out between them. "Well, one of our oldest customs is waking up with the day and acknowledging where we came from, where we are and where we want to be. . ."
"That's fairly simplistic."
"Sure, but-" she exhaled sharply. "Not everything in life needs to be complicated, our elders say that only humans can so completely ruin beauty by trying to define it." Felicia polished off her apple quickly. "There are lots of forms of power, but those that're most important are those not felt. . . Right?"
"Tell that to the dead."
"The sky doesn't crack rocks, the lightning does, but without the sky being there where would the lightning come from in the first place?"
"How long have you been among the city dwellers?"
"Uh, maybe a couple of years?"
"It shows. You talk too much and say very little."
"You. . . make it really hard to *want* to be your friend, you know that?" Felicia shifted her weight. "Fine- what if I said that the concepts man knows of power are flawed? What if I said that the only way you'll ever have real, meaningful power over life is by being a force for change instead of being someone else's sharpened blade? Real power is not being felt, miss Lostariel. Being so radiant that you become luminescent. . ."
As they drew nearer to the barricade, Felicia's heart tightened in her chest. The gulf of silence between the two women was only growing wider and once they got close enough to that barricade, any chance she had to save Sarah's life was going to go up in smoke. "If you want to be more than anyone believes you can be, w- we can do it. I believe in you." She swallowed, digging for new things that might appeal. She may have been trying to bargain with a lizard for all the familiarity she had. She stopped the horse deliberately, turning her head to look across the road. They weren't far from the barricade. It was her last shot.
At least she could pretend to look strong. "I want to be your friend, Lostariel. A lot of people do, a lot of people would believe in you if they had half the chance to get to know you- but is that what you want? Don't you think you could be more than your father's blade? We could make things right with Sarah if you wanted to, but killing her really isn't the way."
The deafening silence stretched into a full minute, Felicia almost turned away thinking Lostariel had left, but then she saw a slender hand grasp the wooden pole of the lantern. The leathers the woman was wearing seemed to absorb the light struggling to cast over that hand but it couldn't gain any purchase. After a breath the would-be killer spoke in a predatory purr: "You're too naive for the world she and I live in. For your sake, as a 'friend'., go home. . . This doesn't concern you and you wouldn't want it to if you knew what was at stake."
"Give me the chance to make that choice, that's not fair. Maybe I can-"
"She doesn't deserve your adoration, nor your tears. Spare neither for her. . ." The hand let go from the post.
"Hey!" Felicia caught herself before she would have yelled. "I- I could tell the guards ahead about you, you know. . ."
"It didn't help their mayor, Felicia. It won't help her." There was some rustling in the wheat behind the fence. "Go home." And just like that, the most dangerous creature Felicia had ever crossed paths with in her short live vanished without a trace, leaving her to stare after her- it- like a hopeless puppy.
"Well. . . What- Th-" She scoffed and nudged her horse onward. There was more than one way to skin a cat, her father had taught her that much. Felicia strode up to the guards with her hand raised and her best smile. "Good evening. Long night?" They barely spared her a glance as a fat man with some kind of silver insignia waved her on. No wonder Lostariel wasn't scared. Felicia wanted to ask about the mayor, but something told her it would probably be best not to implicate herself in anything.
The village itself was laid out around a central building with several stalls and a bright red sign depicting a horse and wagon. The small houses that ringed that were large, mufti-story wood and plaster buildings like the ones in Sorash, borrowing heavily from their aesthetic- trying to look regal but ultimately looking like something which would've fallen over in a stiff wind if not for the massive facades of heavy brick and thick timbers. There were several wagons in the coaster with horses being fed and watered by stable boys. They were quick to help Felicia out with directions to the nearest inn and with a little careful negotiation, she managed to get her horse into a proper stable for a meal.
After which time she offloaded his burden and hauled it to the Little Kettle inn- nearly faceplanting in the process when she tripped with the heavy armor and her supplies on her back. No one really paid attention to her as she dragged herself up to the bar and set her pack down. "Pardon me," she said to the older woman behind the bar. "I'm looking for someone- a red headed woman."
"This is the wrong kind of place t'go lookin for whores, don'tchya think, kiddo?"
"Wha- No! No, she's a friend of mine. I was hoping she might have come through here. She's, uh, a bit taller than I am? Kind of pale? Has pointed ears? She has elven blood."
That earned her a sharp, disapproving look and more than a few glances from the people near the bar. Before Felicia could open her mouth to clarify, the old woman was leaning into her space. "Friendly advice, girl, don't go mixin in with the 'races'. Only bad can come of it."
"N- No, you don't understand. She's a half-elf. . . She's got-" How easy would it have been to lie to this woman? Surely she didn't really care about why she wanted to find Sarah and after all the woman's life was on the line. "She owes me a lot of money?"
"Not the kindda friend you wanna keep then, is it?"
"Well, I mean- I have to find her first, you know? Have you seen anyone like that around? She's kind of. . . Uh. Foppish. Wait- no, capricious."
"The hell's that mean?"
"I don't know. But someone said it was what she was." Felicia fidgeted under the woman's gaze. "Please, any information-"
"Well, now you have t'think. What's in it for me? I got five kids t'feed and my damn fool husband got himself out thinking he's going to mine copper out west like an idiot. So, what am I supposed to tell my little boys when I look them in the eye tomorrow morning?"
Felicia curled her toes in her shoes, already knowing the futility of trying to argue her way out of it. She quietly produced a single piece of the gold Sarah had given her and took the woman's hands so no one else could see the exchange. She leaned in so no one else would hear them. "I have two of these for you if you help me find her. . . I really need to find her, for her sake and mine. Please/"
Once the woman saw what was on offer- real gold, not just copper- she looked at Felicia with new respect. Even as the girl pocketed the coin once more. Instantly the teen felt guilty for taking advantage of the woman's greed, but lives were more important.
"Right enough! Sammy! Come get this woman's things and take them up to her room," to Felicia, she said: "The thing about Sarah Kettar is she doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut, yeah? She worked her way into our Mayor's heart- gods rest his soul- sayin she was a Matriarch or somethin from the Free States. But I tell you, I've known a lot of nobles and she don't act like no noble I ever saw."
"How so?"
"She's a knife ear for one thing. Who in their right mind gives elves power? Psh. No, you bet me, she used that silver tongue of hers to get a title. Betchya she's using that tongue right now to find some starry eyed farmer's kid to warm her bed for a night, too. My best bet? You start with the farms, you can usually find her hunting there."
Despite everything, that comment hurt. A lot. Felicia sucked air through her teeth and rolled her shoulders. "Right. . .Um. Thanks. I'll do that." But wait- "Wait, you said she knew the mayor? Do you think she knew. . . uh. . . his/ Family? Maybe they might know something?"
"Oh, sure, sure. They might. Probably wanna get to them before she does, though."
"Why's that?"
"Ooohhh no reason- Richard, his son, and Tanya both wanna kill her. So-"
"Gods above what has this woman gotten me into. . ." Felicia pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Told ya. Stay away from knife ears, girl. Bad medicine."
"I uh- thanks." Felicia turned for the door. Someone grabbed her arm, stopping her short. The wizened face of a hunched man with skin as dark as mahogany was looking up at her. "Um, pardon me?"
In her native tongue, he whispered. "You are far from home, child."
Felicia blinked. "I am, elder."
His brow furrowed slightly, marring a tiny fire tattoo at the edge of his brow- the mark of a warrior. A very strange thing for someone so old and even more so for someone so far from home himself. "For good reason?"
Even hearing the wispy Plains talk felt strange and out of place among the sharper common tongue of the Nor-easterners. It wasn't comforting as it had once been, but rather a burden. An obstacle to getting to Sarah in this moment. But she didn't dare defy an elder, not a warrior. With great care, she lowered her gaze and her hands to show her respect. "I believe so. . . I have made a friend who has gotten herself into trouble, she's angered powerful people who wish her dead."
The old man let out a sigh through his nose. "So many here are eager to kill, but they never stop to wonder if they really should. So much good blood spilled over useless things."
"Yes, elder. I'm trying to stop that from happening-"
"Tell me."
"Uh- Yes?"
"Do you remember the song of Thunder?"
Felicia frowned.
"Good," with a slow, deliberate hand he reached under the blanket he had been sitting on. He drew a thick blade curved downward. Some of the patrons looked over at his brandishing of the leather clad steel but no one seemed eager to intervene. His withered hands trembled slightly as he turned the blade over, hilt first to her. "Do not let it be sung for your friend."
"I- I- I couldn't, Elder. This isn't meant for me. My family were hunters-"
"Then you will do as they would. Spirits gave you what the gods refuse, you must honor them."
"But-" She sqeuaked when he thrust the blade's handle into her hand and wrapped her digits around it, he turned his gaze up to meet hers, calm and composed and for the first time since they met he wasn't shaking. "Elder. . . Please, I can't do this."
"If you don't, your friend will die. Bury this in the ground when you have saved her. . . I have no son to take it." He paused to let it sink in. He was a lone warrior far from home, he had chosen this place to die and he wanted to ensure his family's blade was treated as it deserved to be. Probably better than his body would be, knowing the 'civilized' folk of the cities. He exhaled through his nose in a slow sigh. "Do so and honor your tribe, or don't and at least die with some dignity."
Felicia turned her gaze away, hefting the heavy kukri in her own trembling hand. "I. . . I understand."
"Good. Now get out of my sight." He chortled a disparaging laugh. "Before I forget myself."
Felicia scuttled to the side as she murmured a quiet "Yes, Elder." As she headed for the door the weight of the 'sunless' steel blade became a very heavy presence in her mind and soul. Like thoughts of Sarah's safety, there would be no putting it down until she'd finished what she came to do.
Some part of her wondered if she was insane for thinking it was possible she'd survive. . .
Some part of her knew she was. | literotica |
Title: Dad's Love: Ch 2 Never Nick by the roo
Tags: Anal, Bathroom, Father, Feline, Gay, Incest, M/M, Muscle, Shower, Son, Tiger
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Summer had come and it was a scorching hot day. It was another day where Joe was at work and Nick stayed at home. The heat wasn't helping as the teen stood there naked, his hanging ten inch, barbed, uncut cock hanging between his legs as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was constantly being reminded of the dream he had of Joe and he couldn't help but be horny looking just like the male. Stroking his paw over his chest, he turned around with a heavy sigh and pushed the shower curtain aside. As he stepped in and reached for the shower knob, he froze when a large orange paw covered his own.
Before he could turn around, he felt himself being pressed up against the shower wall by rows of muscle. His paws held over his head, he uttered a groan as he felt something thick and hard press against his sweaty ass crack. Grinding his teeth, he was about to fight back...until a heavy scent filled his nose, "Joe?" Nick bellowed as he felt Joe lean into him, gripping to the wall as best as he could as the big tiger brushed against him, feeling his huge barbed cock brushing over his virgin hole. "What are you doing?" he grunted.
It only took one of Joe's bulging arms to keep Nick pinned against the shower wall as he kneeled down behind the kit. "Joe...I don't think...ungh!" His knees almost gave from the sheer feeling of Joe spreading his toned ass cheeks and brushing his sandpaper tongue against his virgin hole. Huffing from the rush, he took deep breaths as Joe's thick muscle swirled around his rim before diving deep into him, "Oh...god!" Letting his body fall against the shower wall, Nick reached up to his nipples which were throbbing because of the attention Joe was giving his hole. Tweaking them hard, he looked back over his shoulder to see the big stud lap one last time at his hole before standing up. Pushed against the shower wall one last time, Nick hissed and clenched his eyes as Joe pressed the head of his barbed cock against the tiger kit's hole.
The big cat wasn't gentle as he moved his hips forward, grabbing Nick's arms as he struggled to reach back and push Joe out, "Joe...nugh...it hurts!" But as Joe grabbed and lifted his leg, placing it over his own on the edge of the tub, Nick's jaw fell open in a silent cry, feeling his body fall on the massive meat until it was balls deep. He could feel Joe's heavy breath on the back of his neck as the big male leaned in to bite at his shoulder, lustfully growling as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of Nick's ripped hole. He felt violated and abused, like he was nothing. But then as Joe's big right paw came around and gently clamped on his chest, Nick looked over at the dominating male, seeing those familiar gentle eyes again as the male purred into his shoulder.
Nick leaned back into Joe's powerful shoulder, his body rocking as he gave into the male's powerful thrusts. With the pain slowly slipping away, he allowed the big cat to take control, grabbing onto his pulsing, rock hard shaft and stroking it fiercely as Joe pounded into him. Soon Joe lifted him off the ground, holding him in the air by his thighs, tapping into his ass. The young tiger leaned his wet, sweaty torso against Joe, crying out and moaning hard as he was fucked by the cock that made him.
After an almost endless moments of brutish, passionate fucking, Nick felt himself getting close, "Joe...Joe...I'm gonna cum!" He didn't even need to stroke himself anymore as he big male slammed into his prostate again and again, driving him hard. "I'M CUMMING!" he cried as he dug his claws into Joe's toned body, his cock twitching and shoot thick globs of cum all over the shower knob and the walls themselves. Closing his eyes made the feeling ten times better, feeling his paws stroke over the muscular, sweaty god that was making sweet love to him and his hole, never feeling so much love for his dad before.
"Oh dad..." he moaned just before opening his eyes, starring at a clean, clear white wall as the warm water ran through his soaked fur. His foot-paw propped up on the edge of the tub; he had one paw against the wall and the other behind him, three padded fingers deep in his pink hole. He realized he had day-dreamed the whole thing again and Joe wasn't there...
As the water loudly ran down Nick's body and the young tiger was starting to lather up and rinse off, Joe stood quietly outside the bathroom, his paws on the edges of the door. He had heard every word cried from his son's maw. Turning away from the bathroom door, he walked into his room and quietly closed the door, ashamed of the massive hard on in his pants, not sure if he should be ashamed of Nick at all...
More to come? | FSE |
He distinctly recalled that was supposed to have happened, though now that most of his living room had been slathered with enough cum to fill multiple bathtubs several times over, Kal doubted whether he’d even be able to use the phone at all… assuming it hadn’t been completely destroyed in the deluge. With each second that passed, his awareness of his situation grew, to the point where he spent more time deliberately trying to stop himself from facepalming at his sheer idiocy than he did trying to fix the consequences of it; how could he have been so blind as to think that he could cut loose in that manner without some kind of backup plan?
Even something as simple as having moved a seat over to the nearest pump so he could punch the startup button when he felt his body slipping out of his control would’ve been a decent solution, but no, he just had to think with his dick and not even bother trying to consider what might happen should he push his luck. As a result, he was now stuck with a thoroughly wrecked, cum-coated living room that would take him the better part of a full day to clean, if not longer, to say nothing of the damage done to his own body… damage that he had only then become aware of. The tiger’s eyes widened as he looked down at himself, only realizing at that exact moment that there was something severely “wrong” with the way he looked; it had always been the case that, whenever he went so far as to grow into the realms of the excessive during his more private dalliances, his junk would eventually return to the state that it was in before, and quite quickly after release at that. He had maybe a few minutes in which to savour a much larger version of his package before it went back down to its “regular” turgid size, then further down as it became increasingly flaccid; it had been the bane of his existence, being able to burgeon outwards so much whenever he felt like it, yet never being capable of retaining any of the extra size… at least until that exact moment.
He could scarcely believe it when he saw it, so much so that he stood there staring at himself for a while just to make sure that he hadn’t seriously misjudged the timeline and was due for shrinkage at any moment, only for nothing to happen; no matter how much he expected his body to bring him back to a smaller state, his cock and balls remained dangerously stable throughout the course of his stunned observation, stable enough that only one conclusion could be drawn: they weren’t getting any smaller. It was a wonderful surmise, one that brought with it promises of such vast a scale that Kal’s overtaxed, pleasure-tired mind couldn’t even think about them properly, but above all, his newest size stood as testament to the fact that, contrary to every single bit of knowledge he had, his stupid idea of holding himself back had actually worked, and the tales told of such a process were entirely true!
Granted, it wasn’t anything like the biggest of hypers that he’d spent the past couple of years actively resenting, but compared to his old self, it was definitely an improvement: with both of his cumtanks swollen to the point where they were solidly squishing against the ground, yet still wide enough to push against the inside of his legs and overflow slightly, and a cock girthier than his biceps and about as long as his entire torso, he couldn’t be happier with the results; better yet, judging from the way his package felt, it was actually at its smallest after having cleared that room-painting load, letting Kal know that when his refractory period was over in about five minutes, then he’d truly get to see what his full size was like… a thought that, conveniently, began to push just the right set of buttons on his control panel to speedrun him straight through to that state, with his cheeks flushed and his nethers once more warming up as his poor heart was forced to pump even more blood downstairs in order to feed that growing monster.
It was only then that Kal fully understood the ramifications of what he’d done, because he hadn’t merely succeeded in improving his baseline, but also his gains; if his previous flaccid-to-erect ratio had been enough to alleviate some of his desire for additional size, his new one was frankly ludicrous in how much mass seemed to pour down between his legs with every heartbeat! Inches of girth, feet of length, like his cock was being magnified by some form of hyper-potent growth ray, enough that the tip of it was within a handspan of the ceiling after just a few seconds of the shaft having started its journey to full mast again. It came so much out of left field that Kal could do little more than watch in shock as he just kept getting bigger, unable to stop himself or hold back until finally, after far too little time, he simultaneously felt both his feet solidly upon the ground and his cock touching the ceiling near where it had a hole blown through by one of his first loads… and the former wasn’t as “solid” as he might’ve first thought, because not only did his dick grow bigger, but apparently his nuts had begun to produce a lot faster as well, leading to a terrifyingly quick fill-up that almost knocked him back down on the ground before he noticed what was going on between his legs, prompting Kal to haphazardly stumble backwards as he tried to aim his cock for where he knew the wall-mounted pump to be.
The machine itself was covered in spunk, much like everything else really, but the outside was just as water-resistant as the piping itself, allowing him to… well, not fit, but certainly get enough of his shaft in there that he could then lean forward and, with just the very tip of one of his fingers, initiate the draining. At once, the familiar sensation of tightness took him over as the mechanisms inside the pump pressed down on the length of his rod inside the machine proper, creating a seal through which no cum could ever pass, even though the rumbling and rattling of the sheet metal left the tiger feeling slightly apprehensive about his odds of surviving the rest of the day without a catastrophic plumbing failure in his hands. Nevertheless, though the system clearly struggled to take his new, full girth, it still managed to withstand the full brunt of his second release, though judging by the noises coming from the piping underneath his feet, the building’s sewer system was most likely going to be strained for the next few hours, especially after other folks came back from work and added their own mess to the mix.
But those were distant thoughts, entirely unimportant next to the observable reality that was the room around him, and the pair of cumtanks responsible for it; much as they were fully drained, even their remaining size was vastly superior to what they had been previously, with his dick going back to its “upgraded” flaccid form that might as well just be him fully hard at all times. Even after he pulled back from the pump and took a few tentative steps, his mind already shielded against the intrusion of any lust-triggering thoughts, Kal had some trouble believing that what he was seeing was real; it felt too good to be true, too easy of a solution to have actually happened, with the far likelier scenario being that he had simply hallucinated everything, or was perhaps right on track to waking up.
Yet, as the seconds turned to minutes and nothing of note happened, as the scents continued to invade his nostrils and the ambient heat rose as the steaming spunk kept splattering from the ceiling and walls onto an oozing pool on the ground, the more Kal had to face the reality of it all: that he had, indeed, spent three hours holding back only to explode in a way as to cover the whole of his living room, and somehow succeeded in growing himself out in the process. It should be a joyous occasion, a grandiose event really, but the tiger could only think about how dangerous it would be if he allowed his baser instincts to take over; after all, he had just done such a thing and the result was him nearly blowing a hole straight through his ceiling again, not to mention the obvious strain he placed on a pump system that was designed to take hypers much larger than him… and yet, at the same time, how could he not look at himself and rejoice?
He had finally done it, accomplished that which he had been bemoaning the absence of for years, and all by throwing away any and all sense of decency and just doing something incredibly stupid with no regard for the consequences; clearly, he should be going down that path more often, even if it did mean he’d have to spend a small fortune in cleaning, repainting, and most likely replacing every electronic device he had in his living room. Not that it even mattered; when put next to the glorious revelation that his hackneyed plan had worked, very little else seemed even remotely relevant, doubly so considering that he’d just bumped himself a few levels up the size ladder! Sure, it wasn’t as much as he wanted, nor was it enough for him to even begin to compete with some of the behemoths out there, but his cock and balls were massive, far more so than before, and that had to count for something!
So much so, in fact, that Kal had to stop, close his eyes and initiate breathing exercises just to keep himself from losing control again, a battle he assumed was going to happen a lot more often going forward… even more so if he insisted on pursuing this growth opportunity, which he most certainly would. This nugget of information, this understanding that he could trigger another bout of permanent growth if he so desired, was precious beyond all reckoning, mostly for what Kal assumed was its reliability; it could very well turn out that this was a one-time success that wouldn’t ever happen, that there was either a biological limiter on how many times he could force himself to grow by stretching out, or that the confluence of stars had aligned in just the right way to let it happen, but that was a possibility he didn’t wish to entertain.
For the big cat, as far as he cared or wished to care, he could trigger another growth spurt, at will, with relatively minimal hassle for himself, with the only thing necessary being to take the adequate amount of precautions in terms of cleanliness; as much as the sight of a living room caked in cum awoke certain things in him that he hadn’t been aware were there to begin with, he wasn’t exactly in a position in which he could afford a complete refurbishment of his penthouse whenever he felt slightly horny, or whenever he decided he needed a few more pounds to his package. Thus, it was vital for him to make sure that subsequent bursts of size would come accompanied with the proper preparations and safety equipment, that he might reap the fruits of his labour without having to deal with the nasty little consequences that came from it, especially the ones that’d require scraping cum off the ground after it turned into a thick, paste-like syrup. Then again, he could probably bottle that up and sell it on the internet; given the sort of things people bought, it could sell for a pretty penny.
In the meantime, he had to take care of that mess anyway, and seeing as he wouldn’t be able to stay in his home for the proceedings, this created a brand new problem: clothing. Kal hadn’t bought anything above his size, owing to him earnestly believing for most of the past few years that it would remain relatively stable, so suddenly being blessed with so much extra… well, everything, it made it difficult for him to even think of hiding it, at least if he didn’t intend to sacrifice some of his curtains to fashion something out of them. Luckily, this played perfectly into what his plans had been prior to the growth spurt, because if there was anyone that he could count on with being able to find a change of clothes in an emergency situation, it was his old friend Jackson.
Far as the tiger could recall, the lynx still worked at the same film company they always did, though the two had spent long enough without seeing each other that it wasn’t out of the question for them to have moved onto a different career; as Kal made his way to his office, thanking his lucky stars for how his personal cellphone was left charging in there, he berated himself ever so slightly for having neglected his social life for as long as he had; ever since sinking into his pit of size-related melancholy, the big cat hadn’t exactly interacted with any of the people he’d met over the years, with this resulting in a handful of yawning rifts that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to fix. Take that with the fact that he was only contacting Jackson over a potential favour and that left him feeling like something of an asshole… a sentiment he resolved by deciding he would invite the man over first and see what they thought of the fine mess he himself had made.
Surely, if the two of them were on the same level and Kal was honest about his intentions, then there’d be no hard feelings, right? Granted, it would possibly lead to word spreading about what holding oneself back could do for one’s size, but that was a risk he was willing to take. The conversation, however, would by necessity be awkward, especially when he picked up his phone and noticed that the last time he’d called Jackson had been a full three years prior; he could only imagine what the first words would be after the dial tone stopped.
“Holy shit Kal?!” came the excited voice of a certain lynx, “Fuck me sideways, I haven’t heard from you in fuckin’ ages, how’ve you been?!”
The tiger felt a slight pang of regret at hearing those words, some part of his mind telling him that he wasn’t worthy of such warm a reception; this particular side of himself was insistent that the tiger not remember all the things he’d done for Jackson, such as getting the man involved in their current career to begin with, or the several years the two had spent on multiple cinematic projects that Kal had been involved in. Still, he managed to power through.
“Sorry for dropping off the radar like that, the last few years have been… rough” - there was an understatement for the ages - “Haven’t exactly taken the whole worldwide hyper thing well, you know how it’s like. Which is uh, why I wanted to talk to you in the first place.”
What followed were a very complicated and exceedingly embarrassing ten minutes where Kal explained every step of his plan in excruciating detail, what little there was at least, as well as the reasons for embarking on it; he skipped out on letting the lynx know just how thorough the destruction of his penthouse had been, preferring instead to use such euphemistic language as “full coverage” and “in need of some sprucing up”, which struck him as so fundamentally off-base with reality that he might as well be lying. Nevertheless, Jackson said nothing for the duration of the tiger’s ramblings, waiting a few seconds at the end to make sure that their friend was done before speaking up:
“So what, you’ve got a bigger dick and balls now, is that it?” the lynx queried, sounding thoroughly amused, “Finally got your dream?”
“Well…” - Kal trailed off for a few moments, peeking out the door of his office and towards the immense mess that he could still see all the way from over there - “You could say that. Problem is, now I kinda need new clothes and I have no way of getting them without either leaving in the nude or calling someone over for measurements, and I’d rather not show off what I did t-”
“Say no more!” Jackson interrupted, his voice triumphant, “Motherfucker, you called the right person for the job! I’ll be over in about half an hour, just need to finish up something I was doing for a client and then I’ll hop into the car. Oh and uh, you’ll be happy to know you’re not the only one who got a little extra something, but I’ll leave that for when I arrive!”
With that, the other feline hung up, leaving Kal to ponder over their final words. It was obvious that Jackson would be bigger than he was, seeing as everyone was bigger than they used to be, but until that moment, the tiger hadn’t truly considered it; ‘twas a reality he was intellectually aware of, and yet there was plenty of emotional shielding there for him to remember Jackson the way they’d always been: lithe, shorter than him by at least one and a half heads, and lacking in any sort of excessively large assets. For them to have gone so far without their hyper gene trigger, surely that must mean that whatever they had was big, and right there, at that exact moment, Kal felt the twinge of unwanted jealousy again; it was easier than before to shake it off, given the gratitude he had for the guy for so eagerly jumping aboard his crazy schemes, but it would inevitably return… at least until there was a size disparity in his favor, not Jackson’s.
Not exactly the healthiest of mindsets to be in, but until the two of them were reunited and ready to shoot the shit for old times’ sakes, it was all the tiger could think of as he paced around his living room, half because he wanted to get his mind off things, half because he needed to get used to moving around with the additional weight between his legs. Finding a new walking style was, surprisingly, quite easy, easier than he would’ve imagined, which only led credence to the budding notion that he was “fated” to become far larger and his previous form had been nothing but a larval stage for a much greater being, a thought that hadn’t fully coalesced, yet had latched onto the inside of his skull with such strength that it made the tiger shiver whenever they so much as considered it.
He fell into a funk, in fact, as he tried to push that line of thought away from crystallizing, a funk that was only broken when he inevitably had to move to the nearest wall pump in order to do something about his newest productivity; it seemed to him that it had been at least tripled, if not more, so much so that even though he spent a good five minutes unloading into the machine, the moment he pulled his cock out of the hole the tiger already felt his nuts filling up again, leaving him slightly concerned for his future… at least while he could still fit inside houses, of course. This cycle repeated itself a couple of times until he heard a knock on the door and a very familiar voice calling out for his name, almost a full hour after making the call to Jackson… as well as some incredibly loud sloshing.
Kal’s eyes went wide, his brow drenched with sweat all of a sudden as he made his way closer; even his nuts, stupendously overproductive and stuffed as they were, didn’t make those sorts of noises, and the closer he got, the more he realized that the slorshing of liquids came packaged together with something else: a low, continuous thrumming that was just barely audible underneath the main set of noises, one that the tiger knew he’d heard before, yet couldn’t put his finger on. On opening the door, however, he knew, and as he knew, so too did his eyes go wide and his jaw drop, because what he was seeing was anything but Jackson as he remembered them; rather, an entirely different beast, one whose body had outgrown itself by so many orders of magnitude that, frankly, it wasn’t all that surprising that the poor thing had to bring a milking machine with them wherever they went. This was the source of the thrumming, which on closer inspection revealed itself to be more of a mechanical whirr, courtesy of a large, wheeled set of pressurized pipes, holding tanks and a large electrical motor, dragged behind the very reason why its existence was necessary: Jackson, and their brand new pair of tits.
It felt weird to even imagine it, and yet it was the only thing Kal could think of. Amazingly, the lynx themselves hadn’t actually grown upwards our outwards (bust notwithstanding), leaving him looking perilously unbalanced considering his legs were just as skinny as before; clearly, something about that colossal bra he was wearing, which just so happened to have two suction cup ports included with it, had to be helping him with support, one of the many inventions born out of the necessity for hyper logistics that had come forth in the previous decade… either that, or Jackson had been getting heavily into squats and it just so happened that Kal, being too busy looking at a pair of breasts as big as he was, just didn’t realize it.
They covered everything down from the middle of the other cat’s face down to the ground, rising above their neckline thanks to being so enormous that they smushed against the ground and spilled outwards in every other direction; only after his eyes traced their contours did the tiger realized that both mounds were actually placed atop what looked to be wheeled platforms of their own, with metal struts connecting them to the milking machine in order to ensure safe transportation and mobility. All in all, an ingenious assembly, and an entirely necessary one given the sort of sizes the lynx was dealing with; each tit must’ve been nearly six feet in diameter!
“So, are ya gonna let me in?” came Jackson’s voice from behind the boob wall, “Or are ya just gonna stand there staring at my tits?”
Given the way those words were spoken, it was plainly obvious the “smaller” cat had been wanting to say them for quite a while, prompting Kal to smile unconsciously as a result; the tiger wanted to chuckle, if only to get all the shock out of his system, but instead he stepped back, shut the door on Jackson, and input a verification code on a small panel he had on the inside wall. Within moments, the whole penthouse began rumbling as the gears were set in motion, pulling down a large chunk of the drywall separating the hallway outside from Kal’s home, mechanisms the tiger had put in place just in case anyone of a larger size were to visit him. How fitting that the first person that actually made him not regret that investment was the same one he called over to help him with his own size predicaments, a sort of cosmic joke that, for once, hadn’t been at his expense.
Hell, even Jackson looked impressed, both eyebrows raised as he nodded along approvingly to the sliding panel sinking into the floor. What a shame it was that things wouldn’t remain that way for much longer, because an unfortunate side effect of suddenly having delved so deeply into his personal fantasies was that Kal found himself significantly hornier than before; he hadn’t given it much thought when he was alone but now that he had someone else in the house, and someone else that was as well-endowed and bountiful as Jackson apparently turned out to be, his thoughts felt as if they’d been strapped onto a rail and set to go in a singular direction, one that could only end in the both of them making a much larger mess of his place than he had already.
It wasn’t immediately obvious, or at least to the tiger it wasn’t; when he invited his friend into his abode, eager to call up the sliding panel as quickly as possible, he nearly forgot the customary pleasantries, given that he was so enthralled by the sight of the milking assembly just… being there. In such a relatively short time, the lynx had gone from a lithe little thing into a dairy factory, and by the heavens above, Kal was going to make good use of that; it was stronger than him, so much so that by the time Jackson turned around, what they saw wasn’t a welcoming big buff tiger, but two wild eyes peeking at him from behind an immensely girthy shaft, one far larger than what they had remembered their friend having.
The intent was obvious, and seeing as the wall was back in its place, there wasn’t a lot that the the guest could do to resist the advances of the host… assuming, of course, that they wanted to do such a thing, which they most certainly didn’t; they themselves had been given a healthy boost to their libido, and were absolutely no stranger to the occasional booty call (even despite the obvious logistical difficulties), so being able to get together with the world’s first hyper and the world’s first second-generation growing hyper as well, at the same time, packaged in the form of someone Jackson had always had some measure of attraction to? It was situations like those that he lived for, dreamed of, fantasized about, and with that said, it was so simple to just turn around and flip the lever that controlled the milking pumps themselves, shutting them off and allowing his tits to start filling up in earnest; simpler still to turn back ‘round and decouple the suction cups from his teats with a swift kick to the tubes connecting them to the machine behind him, then just snap his fingers and have his bra retract into the form of a stylish choker around his neck; the wonders of modern technology.
It was a ritual for him at that point, the beginning of something big, explosive and very fluid-heavy, but judging from the way Kal was looking at him, Jackson could only imagine that whatever was going through their friend’s head was very much the same as what was going through his; besides, by that point, his tits were already bloating outwards, so there wasn’t a lot that anyone could do about the end result of their little detour. The clothes situation would just have to wait.
Wasting no time, the tiger threw himself at the mountainous pair of milkers in front of him, both arms stretched out wide to take in as much soft, milk-stuffed breastflesh as possible, right at the same time as his cock was shoved directly into the middle of them; this caused a slight issue with size, in that Kal was actually bigger than what their newest lover’s cleavage had to offer in terms of storage space, prompting the bigger cat to scramble to find a way to fit all of himself in the tight, warm confines, only to scrape against the ground instead. Almost as if by response, Jackson moved backwards ever so slightly, pushing his milking machine out of the way; the reason for this became apparent once the gurgling and slorshing emanating from within his bust became loud enough to overpower the tiger’s grunts and groans, the milk production becoming so strong as to put Kal’s own growth to shame.
This was to be expected, of course, as Jackson was just downright bigger than their old friend had been until they decided to try their hand at self-denial… but not for long. For amidst the maelstrom of pleasure and raw carnal bliss that clouded Kal’s mind, there still lay a core idea, a conviction, a desire, and that one wasn’t to just fuck the biggest set of tits he’d had access to in years; no, the need for growth was still firmly lodged within the tiger’s brain, and even as he desperately sought to jackhammer into that immense cleavage, there was a voice telling him that he should stand down, step back, and take it easy, so that he’d be able to contain himself when it came time to bloat outwards again. After all, didn’t he want to be able to grow like Jackson did? Like Jackson was growing, right there in front of him? Didn’t he also want to be so productive that every second he spent not unloading his spunk into someone, his nuts would visibly bulge out several inches? If that was the case, the only way forward was to stop trying to cum his brains out and focus on holding back, paradoxical though it may seem in that situation. Indeed, the best thing he could possibly do is actually stop trying to fuck the lynx, even though that just wasn’t a possibility… therefore, a replacement strategy had to be found, one that involved both him venting his sexual desires and keeping himself from unloading completely, and it just so happened that he had just the idea in mind.
“Rings!” he shouted, hoping that Jackson would understand.
“... w-what?!”
“Rings! Nipple rings for cock! Need stop c-cum!” Kal grunted through his teeth, “Please!”
For a second, Kal expected Jackson not to do anything, to just sit there and stare at him not knowing what to do… at least until the lynx suddenly flinched and hastily turned around, digging in his pockets before facing the milking pumps and diving in to fetch something from the deepest recesses of the machinery; a stroke of luck that he just happened to have a set of extra-large metallic restraints in there. The tiny object flew through the air nary a second later, a circular metallic ring, glinting in the light of the sun pouring in from the window, landing perfectly atop Kal’s pecs in just the right way for him to slobber all over it; it wasn’t the biggest he’d seen, nor was it technically designed for use in what he was going to throw it around, but it would do. With the last remaining vestiges of his self-control, the tiger grabbed the ring and fashioned for himself a restraint, snapping the circlet firmly around the base of his shaft and then completely forgetting about it.
His task accomplished, his conscious self was free to be subsumed by the more bestial, animalistic side of him, the one who wanted nothing more than to fuck like a rabid bunny in heat, the one who now knew that they had nothing to fear from any undue release, and thus could rut to their heart’s content. For the lynx, this meant a very hungry and very strong tiger throwing their full weight onto them, along with a shaft that only seemed to be bigger, thicker, longer with each thrust that they felt, each time that pillar of cockmeat immersed itself into a cleavage that seemed to be competing for raw size; it was a battle that neither of them could truly lose, as the only thing that would come out with the short end of the stick would be the very room around them.
Jackson got to experience his tits filling up so much that they doubled in size within a minute of him turning off his machine, while Kal finally let loose and truly got to live out his wildest fantasies, even if he had to do so with a metallic ring holding him back. Though, in all fairness, the restraint did little more than egg him on further; with his instincts taking over, the tiger knew that for every jackhammering he provided, he should also be handing out copious amounts of cum with it, especially since he wanted to do so and wasn’t trying to hold back anymore. Thus, the fact that he didn’t, the fact that only precum came out, and even then in pitiful quantities, left Kal thoroughly confused, as his tired, lust-dominated brain simply couldn’t fathom the idea of a cockring, nor what it was supposed to do… therefore, the best way around this was to just fuck harder and let things sort themselves out, as that would surely do the trick.
Sure, it meant encouraging Jackson to grow bigger, until the penthouse rumbled around them, vibrating with the shockwaves that came from both the tiger’s rutting and the colossal quantities of milk being produced and poured out; sure, the very structural integrity of Kal’s household was in jeopardy, so much so that them falling through to the floor below wasn’t entirely out of the question. In between a pair of milk factories that seemed intent on taking up half the space available and two nuts gunning for the other half, one cat begging to be stuffed and the other roaring and growling as they lost control of their ability to speak, the thought that this meeting had only happened because Kal wanted some new clothes was as far away from their minds as could possibly be; all that mattered was fucking, always, never ending, with the base assumption that it would only make the tiger grow even larger, thus capable of pouring more and more spunk into his soon-to-be cum dumpster… because ultimately, that’s what the bestial side of Kal truly wanted: to shove his cock into one of those colossal tits and unload, to allow the floodgates to open in such a manner as to thoroughly stuff Jackson’s bust to the point where it would be forced to grow whether or not the lynx wanted it to.
And from there, well, no better thing to do than repeat the process, again and again, with the two of them continuously feeding off one another’s arousal and growing larger in the process. Why bother with such trivialities as clothes when they had such better things to do, like rutting endlessly, like filling up, like bloating out, like feeling the perpetual shockwaves criss-crossing one another throughout their bodies making them feel like gelatin at one moment and rock solid in the next? Theirs was an existence dedicated wholly to the pursuit of pleasure, and as such, even when they could both clearly hear the walls groaning in complaint at the pressure being exerted on them, they couldn’t bring themselves to care; in fact, that Jackson’s tits were so massive, and Kal’s nuts so stuffed, that the very structure of the penthouse had no recourse but to cave in around them was nothing short of utter, magnificent confirmation that what they were doing was right, even if there was a lot of screaming coming from down below, not to mention the sound of sirens off in the distance.
Some part of Kal realized what this meant, that their inadvertent descent into growthlust and size madness had inevitably caught someone’s attention and the authorities were thus called to put an end to a potentially destructive growthsplosion, but beyond that, the tiger refused to pay attention to such a realization. If they wanted him to stop fucking, they’d have to physically pry him off that gorgeously overendowed lynx with a dozen crowbars, and even that wouldn’t be enough. Because nothing would ever be enough until he was fully satisfied with his size, his hunger sated and his desires fulfilled.
And, truth be told, they never would be. | yiff-extreme |
Title: A Charming Introduction by Maxwell Kay
Tags: Cub, Fingering, M/F, Oral, Squirrel, Teacher, Vaginal, Wolf
Graham's paw beat furiously at his swollen meat, images of the girl of his dreams flashing before his squinched eyes. The feline was gorgeous in her cheerleader outfit, the buttons undone to reveal graceful cleavage, skirt hiked up to show off her delicate heiney. She danced and twirled, making kissey faces at him, undulating seductively, occasionally lifting the front of her skirt to give him a glimpse of her pink, virgin slit.
Of course, the real Eve would never dance for him, never show off her lithe body for his benefit. In fact, when he had finally screwed up enough courage, after weeks and weeks of wanting her, to ask her out, the catgirl had laughed in his face, like it was some great joke. She had laughed and told him she'd rather "puke my guts out" and called him names, until he had run from her, ears burning. But that hadn't been enough. She'd told everyone she knew about his failed attempt, and pretty soon the whole school, or at least the popular part, was laughing at him. Except for the jocks, of course. They were too busy pushing him down, shoving him into trashcans, and knocking his books out of his hands.
Graham's ears flattened against his head as he neared orgasm, hunched over, teeth gritted. The catgirl in his imagination was naked now, on her back, arms outstretched, beckoning him close. Her arms closed around his shoulders, her long, muscular legs wrapped around his waist, and her full, pouting lips pressed against his in a joyful celebration of love. As their lips touched, he reached a shuddering climax, spraying thick globs of cum across his sheets.
But the real Eve would never beckon him closer, never press her lips to his in an ecstasy of sensation. Instead, she spread nasty rumors about him, telling everyone that he was poor, that he was gay, that he had an STD, that he was this and that and everything else. Since he had taken that giant leap of bravery, it seemed like everyone was laughing at him, that is, when they weren't shoving his face into the toilet. His life was even more of a living hell than it had been before. As he gathered tissue to clean up the mess, Graham Talesor began to cry.
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"Fuck, I'm gonna be late again!"
Grabbing the piece of toast from the toaster, Sandra Lucas shoved it into her mouth as she tried desperately to get her jacket on without knocking anything else off the table. Shoving her paw through the arm of her jacket, she snatched up a glass of orange juice and slammed it down. Still grumbling, she grabbed her purse off the couch and darted out into the hall, almost forgetting to lock the door to her apartment as she hurried away.
"Why do I always do this? Why do I always oversleep?" Demanding answers from no one in particular, the squirrel rushed down the hall, rummaging through her purse to find her bus pass. The reason she overslept was obvious, even to her: she never went to bed on time, preferring to stay up until the middle of the night watching stupid old movies on basic cable, or pawing off to late-night soft core porn. She'd been doing that last one a lot lately, she mused.
She couldn't help it. At thirty-four, Sandra's sex drive was as healthy as it had ever been, if not more so. It's just that her social life had slowed down, imperceptively at first, until it had finally died in a shuddering crash. She hadn't been on a date in months, hadn't gotten laid in longer than that.
It wasn't because she didn't try; she certainly kept an eye out for opportunities. It wasn't because she was no longer attractive, either. Okay, so maybe she had put on a few pounds, but she still had a trim figure. And yeah, maybe her breasts weren't as perky as they used to be, and maybe her ass had expanded a tad, but hey, she was hot for her age. She just didn't have time to go to the gym every day. Or ever, really.
She just didn't have time to date, that's all. Or go to the gym. Or learn Spanish like she said she was going to. Or write her mother and tell her that things were going well, and not to worry, and she'd see everybody at Christmas. Frankly, she didn't have much time for anything. As she settled into her seat, she blew a lock of purple hair out of her eyes. Time. That's what she was missing. It was this damn job. Being a teacher put tremendous demands on one's time. Preparing her lectures, assigning homework, grading tests...
"Fuck!" Sitting up straight, Sandra remembered that she was supposed to bring the class's tests with her today. With a groan, she saw them in her mind, sitting in a pile on the edge of the coffee table, not a foot away from where her purse had sat. It was going to be one of those days.
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Graham was having a shitty day. Those of us who remember the trials and travails of high school likely never had to put up with the things Graham put up with. It started as soon as he got to school. The snickers behind his back, the laughter in his face, the slaps upside the head and the punches in the shoulder. Walking down the hall on his way towards class, he was verbal assaulted the entire time. Sitting at his desk, cruel, obscene notes found their way onto his desk, reminding him just how much everybody hated him. He was so glad he wouldn't have to put up with this stuff next year.
Feeling miserable, Graham dropped his head onto his desk, wishing he could curl up in a ball and disappear. His teacher was late (again), and as he waited for class to start, he could feel everyone's stares on the back of his skull, hear the half-concealed chortles sent rolling his direction. "Just a few more months," he told himself. "Then high school will be over, and I'll never have to see these people again."
Ms. Lucas bustled in, late as usual, looking flustered. Graham had always kind of liked her. She wasn't really cut out to be a teacher, but she tried her best. She was just always so disorganized, like she hadn't thought ahead far enough to actually prepare for class. Honestly, she probably hadn't. Most of the time, she forgot her lecture notes and spent the hour reading a magazine while the smart kids made a circle and discussed last night's reading, and the dumb kids just talked.
Graham didn't notice her today. He tried not to notice anyone. His mind kept going back to the night before, pawing off to the image of Eve, disgusted with himself for still being so enamored with someone who had treated him so badly. How was he supposed to deal with these things? He couldn't help himself, couldn't make himself forget the feline. Even now, ears burning with shame, the butt of numerous jokes, he couldn't get her picture out of his mind.
The bell rang. Ms. Lucas looked up, startled. She had spent the entire hour stammering through a lecture on a topic they weren't even studying, until she had given up and pulled out her magazine, throwing her feet onto her desk, crossed at the ankles. Now she looked up at the class, and as they shambled out of the room, she reminded them to read Chapter 3 (or maybe Chapter 4), and promised that she'd have their tests tomorrow.
Out in the hallway, away from Ms. Lucas' ears, the kids renewed their taunting. That was another thing he liked about Ms. Lucas. Most of the time, she paid no attention to what was going on in her classroom, but she always did put a stop to any conversation that turned ugly. She swore, she complained about the other teachers, and she chatted amiably about topics that were completely unsuitable for school, but she never stood for name-calling among her students. Her classroom was safe. Out in the hall was another story entirely.
Graham just couldn't take any more. He suddenly veered right and charged down a different hall, head down, eyes glaring at the floor. He knew where he could go. A new gym had just been completed, and now the old one was off-limits while the school board decided what to do with it. It was something of a haven. Nobody ever went there, student or faculty, so Graham could be alone. Ducking under the yellow construction tape, he entered the gloomy old building, his footfalls sounding softly among the empty bleachers. Turning a corner, Graham sat down and cried.
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Sandra was having a shitty day. Those of us who remember high school as being a never-ending fight to stay awake likely never had to fight as hard as she did. She couldn't help it, school was just *boring*. Who cared about history? It had already happened, what did it matter any more?
It didn't help that she had forgotten to write down lecture notes for today. Expertly searching her brain for memories of the lesson, she proceeded to lecture the class for about half an hour until she realized she wasn't even talking about whatever it was that the class was supposed to be studying. With a shrug, she had plopped down in her chair and took out her old copy of US. The smart kids learned better when she wasn't talking anyway, and the dumb kids didn't learn either way, so what did it matter?
When the bell rang, she'd been caught completely off guard. She reminded the kids to read one of the chapters in the book, she couldn't remember which one, and promised she would bring their tests tomorrow. If she wasn't running late again. Which she almost certainly would be.
"Whatever," she thought. "I need a smoke." Smoking was, of course, prohibited on school grounds, so Sandra had been forced to find a place she could go smoke without being caught. A new gym had just been completed, and now the old one was off-limits while the school board decided what to do with it. It was something of a haven. Nobody ever went there, student or faculty, so Sandra could be alone.
Ducking under the yellow construction tape, she entered the gloomy old building, her footfalls sounding softly among the empty bleachers. Leaning against the wall, she sighed happily as she lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, the tart smoke calming her nerves. Goddamn kids. Why do they care what they got on their tests, anyway? The smart kids always passed and the dumb kids always failed. Why would this time be any different?
She was in the middle of the thought when she heard a noise, a quiet, subdued noise, like a tiny whimper. Her first instinct was to ignore it, like she ignored pretty much anything that didn't deal affect her directly. With a snort, she took a drag on her cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly, savoring the hot, spicy aroma.
There it was again, that little, half-heard sound, like a tiny whine or squeak. This time, Sandra could tell it was coming from very close by, and it occurred to her that someone else might be in the gym with her.
"Probably a couple of kids ditching class to fuck," she sighed. There was a time SHE ditched class to fuck around with boys, but that was a long time ago. Part of her dreaded finding out that she was right, coming face to face with a reminder of her age and loser social life. Another part, which won after a brief struggle, was excited to see what was going on. This would be way hotter than cable porn!
Sandra walked along the bleachers and turned the corner, peeking her head around gingerly, careful to remain concealed. She was immediately disappointed. There were no naked co-eds writhing in ecstasy with one another, or even someone pawing off by him- or herself, just a little grey wolf curled up with his back against the bleachers.
"Damn. Just my luck," she grumbled. Taking another puff of the cigarette, she stood watching the wolf quizzically, something poking at the back of her mind, something that wouldn't let go. It took a few minutes, during which the male didn't look up, or even move, but she finally realized what was bugging her: she had seen that green hoodie earlier.
Of course! It was that quiet kid in her senior history class! The one who sat in the back and kept his head down, the one everyone else picked on. Sandra always felt sorry for him. He seemed like a nice kid, he was just a wimp, and high school kids ate wimps for breakfast. It didn't help that he was a real runt, as small as any freshman, in a class full of massively-built morsels of masculinity. He sure was a cutie, though...
A wicked grin coming over her face, the squirrel dropped her cigarette on the floor and moved fully around the corner, arms folded, looking down her nose with an air of authority.
"Cutting class, are we?"
The wolf pup jumped, so caught up in his own world he'd had no idea the other furre had been standing there for several minutes. He started to stammer out an apology, but Sandra cut him off.
"I don't wanna hear your stupid excuses, you got that? What's your name?"
"Graham Talesor, ma'am." His voice sounded sick.
"Come here, Graham, and explain to me why you're here instead of in class where you belong." Sandra hoped that he couldn't smell the cigarette smoke on her breath. That would be *just* what she needed.
As the small wolf stepped forward, he moved into a patch of light coming through the window, and Sandra could see his face was damp from crying. As he looked miserably up at her, his eyes shimmered, like he was trying to fight back tears even now.
"I-I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to, I ju-"
"Just what?" She cut him off sharply.
"I just couldn't handle it any more!" Now he burst into tears, throwing his paws to his eyes, his little body wracked with choking sobs. "Everybody's so mean to me, and the boys beat me up, and the girls make fun of me, and I just can't face them any more!" Now Sandra remembered she'd overheard some of the rumors about this kid. He'd asked out one of the popular girls in her class, and now the whole school was hassling him for it. Sandra couldn't help feeling sorry for him, and as she looked at him, an idea came to mind that might fix both their problems...
"Of course the girls make fun of you," she sniffed. "You never stand up for yourself. You act like a little kid. High school girls don't like boys who act like kids."
The wolf sniffed loudly and looked up at her, eyes shining. "They don't?"
"Of course not," she stated matter-of-factly. "High school girls like boys who act like men."
"Oh." The pup's voice was full of dejection, his shoulders slumped.
"But you're in luck, kiddo. High school girls might not like it, but there are some grown-up women who actually prefer small fries like you." As she spoke, Sandra took a step forward and knelt down in front of him, one paw on his shoulder, looking him full in the face.
"R-really?" The wolf didn't seem to understand what she was saying. Sandra laughed on the inside. What an adorable little thing he was!
"Really." Her voice had dropped to a near-whisper, and her eyes narrowed. Flashing her most seductive smile, Sandra reached her paw between his legs and caressed the wolf's package beneath his jeans.
"M-miss Lucas," he stuttered, paralyzed with confusion. A visible shiver ran up through his body, and Sandra knew she had complete control.
"Shhh, shh. Call me Sandra." She leaned in, gingerly pressing her lips against his. He stood stock still, except for a slight quivering. As she broke the kiss, Sandra lowered her other paw to his waist and began unbuttoning his jeans.
The cub stood ramrod straight, eyes locked on hers, obviously knowing what was coming but unable to mentally process it. No matter, he didn't need to be moving around right now anyway.
Sandra reached inside his open fly and tenderly pulled out his cock, which, just from touching it through his pants, had become hard and straight. She couldn't suppress an instinctive shudder as his member emerged from the darkness. It had been so long since she'd held one of these, and the sensation of his hot little rod in the palm of her paw was such a turn on. It wasn't huge, certainly, but it was a little bigger than she had expected, maybe six inches long, and hot to the touch.
"Mmmm, you're really hard, Graham," she cooed, her right paw wrapped around his shaft. "You must really be turned on." She began stroking him as she spoke, his penis pointed almost straight upwards, furry paw cuddling it as it traveled the length. "Does that feel good, honey?"
"Oh, Mi-I mean, Sandra. It feels so good, please don't stop." He was finally moving, his eyes closed, head tilted upwards, mouth hanging open a few inches. She could hear raspy breaths whistling through his nostrils.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna stop," she reassured him. "In fact, I'm going to make it feel even better."
"How?" He looked at her, curiosity overcoming pleasure for the moment.
Rather than explain, she decided to show him. With a wide grin, Sandra slid her other leg downward, so she was now on both knees, rather than a knee and a foot. Licking her lips, she lowered her head until she took the first few inches of his cock into her mouth, and closed her lips around it.
Instantly, she could feel her crotch flooding with desire, and she moaned into his groin as she slid more and more of his shaft into her mouth. It had been so long, so long since she had given a blowjob, and it was turning her on like crazy! With a rumbling purr, she began bobbing up and down on his young shaft, sucking hard at the burning meat between her lips.
Little paws found her head, tugging gently at her coif of hair, while his moans of pleasure echoed down from what seemed like miles away. Sandra hardly noticed these things, so intent was she on the prize before her, eyes closed tightly as she shoved, again and again, the little wolf's dick into her mouth, less a blowjob than simply fucking him with her face. While one paw pressed against his tummy for support, the other one rapidly pushed up her skirt so she could rub desperately at her tingling cunt, her fingers sopping wet in seconds.
With a long, shuddering cry, the little furre blew his load, a volcanic explosion erupting into her muzzle. She gasped, leaning her head back, letting his wolf-love splatter over her face and neck, heedless of the mess it was making on her blouse, jerking at his quivering meat until it finally stopped spraying, loving every minute over it.
The young wolf sat down tiredly, panting hard. "Wow, Mis-Sandra, that was incredible. That was so wonderful, I don't know how to thank you."
"I know how you can thank me, honey." Sandra stood up, peeling off her dirty blouse, revealing the black lace bra holding her orbs in place. Lifting her skirt, she showed the male her panty-less pussy, glistening with fluid, the fur around it damp with moisture.
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Graham couldn't believe what was happening. As he fought to catch his breath, leaning back on his paws, his teacher stood up and began to disrobe, pulling her messy blouse over her head and tossing it onto the ground. Her breasts, held gently in place by a lacey bra, jiggled as she moved. He liked that. He liked that a lot.
"I know how you can thank me, honey," she purred, lifting the hem of her skirt. To Graham's surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties, and a thick pink slash stood out boldly against the grey of her fur. As her aroma wafted towards him, he felt drawn unconsciously forward, nostrils flaring as he neared her pink crotch.
"Go ahead, touch it." Her voice was a whisper, but not a request. No, Graham got the feeling that nothing she said was a request, but rather a command, one that he couldn't help but obey. As his paw reached towards her, he swallowed hard. He'd never been this close to a real pussy. He'd never even seen one in real life.
As his fingers stroked the outer folds, his teacher gave a happy sigh. His fingertips were damp after just a moment, and, bringing his paw up to his face, he gave them an experimental lick.
Incredible sensations ran through his mind, wiping out all other thoughts, filling his head with the thick, cloying scent of the woman before him. Swirling scents and colors twisted inside his head, and he felt a twinge in his semi-erect cock.
As he reached for his teacher again, the squirrel shook her head, and for a moment he was crushed by the thought that it was all over. Momentarily, Sandra was on her back, skirt hitched up, legs spread wide to give him access. "Go ahead, honey. Put a finger inside me."
The horny pup didn't have to be told twice. Licking his parched lips, he slid a digit past her moist outer folds and into the hot cave within. She hissed through her teeth as he did, vaginal muscles clamping down on his extended finger.
"Good, good. Now move it back and forth."
Graham obeyed gladly, eyes fixed with fascination on her hot slit as he began to saw his finger in and out. The squirrel reacted wonderfully, body twisting sensually on the floor as waves of hot pleasure ran through her. The pink muscles in front of him twisted and squirmed, juice running down his paw and dribbling on the concrete below.
"Ooohh, good. Now be a good boy, put another finger in." Without hesitation, his middle finger joined his index, and the femme's gyrations seemed to increase in both speed and intensity. Graham didn't fully understand the whys and wherefores, but obviously the squirrel was enjoying this tremendously, and it was a huge turn-on. As his fingers disappeared into her steamy recesses, the wolf felt his cock straining once more, as hard as it was a few minutes ago.
No longer comfortable in a sitting position, Graham shifted so he could rest on one knee, sawing at the femme's pussy from a new angle, and though he didn't know it, it was driving Sandra even crazier this way. She happened to glance down, to see what he was doing as he shifted his weight, and when she saw that he was fully erect again, her eyes got wide.
"Graham, honey," she gasped, body rocking with heat. "Do you want to fuck me?"
The young furre could do nothing but nod, his voice no longer functional. Grinning wildly at him, Sandra struggled to sit up halfway, resting on her elbows, legs drawn up so that her feet were on the floor. "Go ahead, kiddo. Don't make me wait."
Graham extracted his fingers from her quivering pussy, his arm trembling violently. Taking a deep breath he climbed up onto his knees, between her legs, paws planted on either side of her heaving body. He yelped a little when her paw took his cock, and when he felt her press the head of his penis against her outer lips, he gave a gasping shudder.
Very slowly, he pushed himself inside. The sensation was indescribable. He reached deeper this way than he could with his fingers, and she was practically boiling inside. The heat and pressure on his dick was intense, and if he hadn't stopped for several moments to catch his breath, he would have cum then and there. He glanced at Sandra, as if looking for orders, and she nodded.
He didn't move slowly for very long. The feeling was too intense, the need too pressing. He slammed his cock into her, over and over again, with all the force he could muster. He was no longer a runt. He was a wild animal, pounding at the female below him, forcing himself inside her with every thrust. She moaned and writhed beneath him, biting at his shoulder, her sharp incisors cutting into his skin.
"Oh, oh, yes," Sandra groaned through clenched teeth. "That's it. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! Don't you *dare* stop now!" Her command was to be obeyed, no matter what, and Graham gritted his teeth and sped up the pace, crashing furiously into the older furre, his body a blur of motion, his mind a reeling chaos of sex and heat.
The squirrel squealed and bucked underneath him, her vagina crushing him as a climax rocked her body, the heat inside her intense. It was too much for the young wolf. With a great cry, he came, unleashing a torrent of white-hot cum into her body, splashing out of her pussy, spattering their thighs. This was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, and it was several minutes before he was able to pull out without collapsing on top of her.
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When her eyes stopped rolling in the back of her head, Sandra regarded the little wolf lying exhausted between her legs. He didn't look like much, but that was one of the best fucks she'd had since, well, since she could remember. She was going to make sure this wasn't a one-time thing, that was for certain.
"Well, how did you like that, honey?" she murred. The wolf only grunted in response, to tired to speak. Not that it mattered. She was in control of the boy, that was obvious. Getting to her feet, Sandra picked up her blouse and wriggled back into it, noting with irritation that it was big dollops of wolf cum on it. Well, she could take a half-day.
Turning the blouse inside out to hide the stains, she sauntered towards the gym exit, a great big smile plastered across her face. "Graham honey, come see me before class tomorrow. I think it would be a good idea if I started tutoring you, so make sure you keep your grades up. The squirrel grinned evilly to herself. Her problems were over. | FSE |
Coming out to the In-Laws “Psst, honey, come in here, quick!”
“What is it?”
“Your tusks.”
“Shit, what about them?”
“Um, they’re starting to show.”
“Fuck. We haven’t even had dinner yet.”
“Do you want me to play sick so we can leave quietly?”
“Your mom would throw a fit, and what would you fake? You can’t cough or fever; people would go ballistic.”
“Stomach ache?”
“You’ve got a cast iron stomach, and your mom knows it.”
“Well, something?”
“Nothing comes to mind.”
“Damn it.”
“Well, maybe your family is ready?”
“I’m not sure they’re ever going to be ready, but it’s going to happen eventually.” “Yeah, I know I’d prefer to pick the time to let them know, but it doesn’t feel like I’m being given much choice here.”
“Well, sure, but they’re already tipsy, and it might be better if they were a bit drunk the first time.”
“I hadn’t thought of that. You’re probably right.”
“Besides, no one has noticed or said anything yet.”
“Yeah, but as you said, they’re just starting to show.”
“More now, and your nose is starting to turn up into that cute snout of yours.”
“I’m glad you think it’s cute.”
“It is. I married you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t sure if that was just because I put out.”
“Hey, don’t go knocking sleeping with you. Not every guy gets a woman that has thirty-minute orgasms.”
“I always figured it was the eight tits.”
“That too.”
“So, look, since I’m already changing, do we let them finally see? I mean it’s been three years.”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with. I think they can handle it. Or if they can’t, well, Christmas gets a lot cheaper next year.”
“I’m just not sure if I’m ready though.” “Take your time, this is a big decision.”
“Time is something we don’t have. Your mom is going to come looking for us soon. Besides, I’m going to get more pig-like every minute.”
“Shit, you’re right.”
“Of course, I’m right, I’m your wife. I don’t know, dear, I really want to stop hiding it, but it’s so hard. I mean, I’ve been hiding it since I was a little girl, what with school, work, and just being out in public? But it’s also exhausting, you know, I just want to be able to let my guard down a little, just a bit at family events?”
“I think I understand. I mean it’s not like you are a pig.”
“Thank God, no. Uncle Hubart was though, damn his changes were extreme.”
“And it wouldn’t be every event.”
“Right, I don’t change that often. But it’s still such a pain to worry about.”
“So, is that a ‘yes’?”
“I’m thinking so.”
“Do we wait here until you’re finished, or just let things take their time as dinner goes on?”
“I don’t know. What do you think? How far along am I? There’s no mirror in here. How do you boys live without mirrors growing up?” “We used the bathroom mirror. Well, your tusks are almost fully in, and you’ve got most of your snout turned up, it’ll fill out a bit more I think though before you’re done. What about the other stuff?”
“Hmm, hold on a sec, let me check. Nope, no bonus six-pack of titties just yet.”
“Aww, too bad, I like them.”
“I don’t need to explain why I grew three additional pairs of tits to your mom quite yet. Though something tells me by the time the night is over I’ll need to.”
“What about your tail?”
“I don’t feel it yet.”
“Yeah, but your pants are getting tight, so it won’t be long.”
“I’m just glad I don’t gain that much in my hips, just enough to make my butt look nice.”
“It looks nice anyway.”
“Aww, thank you.”
“But it looks stunning when you’ve got that little tail of yours.”
“Enough flattery, I’m not going to take you in the coat room.”
“This isn’t the coat room this is my room.”
“And those are your family’s coats covering your bed. Mind you, that’s the large, and rather extended, family that is one paper-thin wall away from us. You are not getting a quicky on your old high school bed, just so we can get caught by your parents and half your extended family.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Incorrigible. Besides I’ll be like this a few days, you’ll get plenty of time with me after we go home tonight.”
“Promise?”
“Oh, yes, I promise. I can’t keep my hooves off you when I’m like this, you know that.”
“Well, you’re going to have to try for a few hours.”
“I know, but I think I can.”
“Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t.”
“Quit it. Come on, I think I’m ready, let’s go introduce the family to my, um, condition.”
“Condition?”
“Well, what else should I call it? I mean, hi, I’m part pig several days a month is a little hard to explain, isn’t it?”
“Alright, but does it matter what we call it?”
“Not really, I mean I’m sporting a snout and tusks, they’ll get the hint. Ah wait, there’s the tail.”
“Just wait until you need to ditch those shoes.”
“Your mother will have a fit if I scratch her hardwood floors.” “She’ll get over it.”
“Let’s hope everyone does.”
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, hi, mom, dad, we were just coming back out. There’s, um, something we need to tell you.” | yiff-extreme |
Title: While We Decompress by Squirrel
Tags: Bat, Character Development, Mouse, Sci-Fi, Squirrel
"There you are. You sleepy yet?" Adelaide whispered. "Mm?" Standing in the corridor (right outside Ketchy's quarters).
The squirrel handed Akira over. "She's been wide-eyed all evening."
"No problems?" The bat shifted her daughter in her arms.
"Nope ... " Ketchy met the baby's eyes. "She's beautiful. She's ... very well-behaved."
"Mm. Well, you're not the one she's waking up at night, or ... " Adelaide trailed. Smiled a bit. "But you're right. Unfortunately, she's going to grow up."
Ketchy just giggled a tiny bit (not knowing what else to do).
There was a pause. Adelaide's nose to baby Akira's. The baby's nose twitch-sniffing cutely, softly, quietly. The baby was radiating good telepathic waves ... right now.
"What's it like?" Ketchy whispered.
"Mm?" Adelaide's eyes went from the baby's ... to Ketchy's.
"Well ... " The squirrel faltered. "Having a baby. What's it like."
"You mean having it, or ... having, as in ... "
"Well, just ... do you like it?"
"Being a mother?"
A nod.
The bat took a breath. "I hadn't planned on it. I would've waited ... five, ten years. You know? But ... sometimes, we're dealt cards, as it were, that ... you know, we have to play. It happened, and ... I look at her, and I melt. She came from me. She was growing in my belly ... inside me. It ... born of passion. Born of Field's love for me. And she carries things," Adelaide said, "from each of us. His nose. My eyes. Will she have his poetry? Will she have my strength? What will she have? Who will she become? Will she go on to do great things, or ... will she live a simple, humble life ... regardless, it's ... she came from us." A breath. "I guess, I ... look at her, you know, and I see love. I see life. Continuation. Renewal. Possibility. And that's ... hope."
Ketchy nodded very slightly, very quietly, still in the frame of her doorway.
"But, I mean, it's hard," Adelaide admitted, shifting the bulk of the baby's weight to her other arm. Akira gurgled. Squeaked airy, barely audible squeaks. Tiny paws clutching at her mother's pink fur. "It's hard," Adelaide whispered, eyes darting down to the baby ... and back to the squirrel. "I mean, carrying a child for nine months? Giving birth? I mean, that's just the start. I mean, she requires so much care. Now that she's here. Takes so much of your energy. Constantly, you ... worry about her safety. Constantly, you're ... thinking about ... things you could've done ... without a child. Things you can't do now. A child is responsibility. Is commitment. A lot of furs," Adelaide whispered, "are afraid of true commitment. But when you're mated and have a child, you get over it. Quickly. You have to. Your life changes. But your life is, in no way ... over," she whispered, smiling knowingly. "God willing, there's a lot of story left." She smiled, showing her white, sharp teeth (as she did when she smiled). "And she's a new character." She nosed the baby's nose. "Mm-hmm ... "
Ketchy smiled. They were so cute, those two. She was almost ... no, she WAS ... jealous. Of that kind of love. That she had with Field. Adelaide and Field. They had a family now. They were starting a family. Family was important, wasn't it?
The bat sensed the squirrel's sadness. Her envy. Sensed the loneliness behind her smile. But, then, the bat didn't need her telepathic abilities to sense that Ketchy and Fredrick were having problems. Fredrick, from what Adelaide knew of him (from the times they'd talked) was very ... aloof.
"Did you and Field have a good time?" Ketchy asked.
Adelaide nodded. Smiled. "Once we got going, yeah ... mm ... " A grin. "Yeah ... we had a lot of, um, frustrations. A lot of things to work out."
"And you got them worked out, then?" A little giggle.
"For the moment." A nod ... shifting Akira back to the other arm. "Mm ... " The bat raised her nose. Sniffed the air. "Where's your mate?"
"Sleeping."
"Oh ... "
"Yeah ... " Ketchy cleared her throat. And shrugged. "I don't know," she whispered. Her eyes darted, and she felt herself about to open up. About to spill all her problems to the bat. Really, Adelaide was a good fur. A really good fur. Ketchy liked her. Wanted to be friends. Maybe Adelaide could be her best friend. "I was, um, really ... I mean, I don't know why you asked me to babysit, but I was glad to."
A giggle. "Well ... "
"If you and Field need some time, you know, to yourselves, I'll take care of her for awhile. I'd be happy to babysit again."
"That's very kind of you." Adelaide smiled warmly.
Ketchy just flushed. "Mm ... "
There was a pause.
"Adelaide ... "
"Yes?"
"Do you ... pray? To God, I mean?"
"Yes."
"How often?"
"Well ... every day. You know, before meals. Before bed. When I have a stretch of time ... in which I need to air my thoughts."
"You just ... like, you just give Him your thoughts? Just, like, talk to Him?"
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I just never felt like I could ... do that. Or that He would listen. How do you know ... He's listening?"
"Cause I feel lighter," Adelaide said, "afterwards. Cause I just feel it. Cause I keep doing it." A breath. "I don't know, Ketchy. I just ... if you're asking for proof that prayer works, I just ... I can't give it to you. Your heart either accepts it, or it doesn't." Pause. "Prayer isn't a cure-all. It's never answered in ... obvious, immediate ways. But it's done by choice. By faith. It's an admittance of ... humility. Need. Our own weaknesses. It's ... " A sigh. "I don't know ... why are you asking?"
"No reason."
Adelaide looked to her.
"I want what you and Field have," she admitted quietly.
Adelaide's eyes met hers.
"I mean, I ... you know what I mean."
Adelaide just nodded. Not confirming whether she knew or ... didn't know. Not really knowing what to say. Other than, "You're a good fur, Ketchy. Don't let anyone tell you you're not. Just ... have some confidence, okay? You're you. Not me. Not anyone else. Be you. And if some-furs don't appreciate that ... don't spend all your time trying to win appreciation they'll never give."
The squirrel sighed. Not really ... understanding.
"You want faith?"
"I want something. Faith. Stronger love ... than what I have. I feel an emptiness in me. I ... I want it to go away."
"Then you have to open yourself up," Adelaide said, "to healing."
"How? I don't understand."
Adelaide took a breath. "I don't know, Ketchy. Can we ... talk about this later? It's late, and she needs to get to bed," she said. Of Akira. "I mean ... maybe we can talk later ... "
"Yeah," Ketchy whispered. "Sure ... " She started to back away, into her quarters.
"Ketchy ... "
"Yes?" the squirrel looked back to her.
"Thank you. For taking care of her tonight. For being a friend."
The squirrel smiled. An honest, weary smile. "Wasn't a problem." A pause. "Night."
"Night," Adelaide replied.
"Night-night, Akira," Ketchy whispered, giving a little paw-wave ... as mother and child began moving away. Out of sight.
And the squirrel turned to go back into her quarters ... only to hear a rumble. A spark ...
... and the whole room turned pitch dark.
Field sat up. Had been lying in bed, half-asleep ... waiting for Adelaide. He sat up, looking around. That rumble. A blast? What ... his ears swivelled. And he slipped out of bed. Fumbled for his briefs. His shorts. Slipped them on, and padded (using his nose and ears to guide him) out of the bedroom. Into the living room of their quarters. Outside the window, the stars. The planet. The stations. He paused, squinting. Looking.
BLARE!
"Eek!" The mouse spun ... heart hammering. What, what ...
Blare-blare-blare ...
The alarm klaxon. Alarm.
Thoughts swam to Adelaide. Akira. Where were they? Where they okay?
What happened?
What was going on?
The computer soon clued him in ... as it announced, on the ship-wide comm, "Warning. Hull breach. E-deck decompression in one minute. Warning ... hull breach ... e-deck decompression in fifty-four seconds. Warning ... "
Field froze. Hull breach. Decompression. Oxygen leak. Air was venting into space ... on this deck.
Prey instinct screaming, "get out, get out, get out" ...
My mate ... my mate ... where is she ...
Blinding fear.
... and he was already at the door.
And it wouldn't open.
"What was that?" Wren asked, getting out of his chair (which he never sat in for very long).
"Um ... " Rella's eyes darted. Scanning the monitors behind her.
"Warning," announced the computer. "Hull breach. E-deck decompression in ... "
"Um ... well, I guess that's ... what it was," Rella offered feebly.
Wren was already at the back of the bridge, at tactical. Peering over his mate's shoulder. "Force-fields. Anything. Close the breach."
"I'm trying. It should've been closed automatically. I mean, force-fields are designed to go into effect ... if air's being vented."
"Well ... "
"Well, I don't know. It's not working."
"So, what are you ... "
"ALL of E-deck's gonna be airless in less than a minute," Rella said. "I mean, I ... " She pounded at the controls. "I can't ... Wren ... " Her eyes, a bit panicked, darted to his.
"How many furs," Wren whispered, "are on E-deck?"
"Right now. Um ... um, only 11 ... " Luminous had eight decks. A through H. But many furs were on the snow rabbit stations, or ...
"Only," Wren whispered. "Get them out of there."
The computer was counting at ... less than thirty seconds.
"Sir, they hear the warning. I can't ... what are we gonna do?"
"They'll suffocate."
"Sir ... Wren," she said, switching between titles. She was his mate. She loved him. She often called him Wren ... called him by his name. On the bridge. On duty. And he let it pass. But when it got tense, she would slip into 'sir' ... out of habit.
"Captain," said another voice. Chester. The black-and-white mouse ... at helm. "Captain, we're moving AWAY from ... we're moving OUT of orbit." His paws flew over his consoles. "I don't understand ... "
"All halt! Cut engines," Wren ordered. "And SEAL that damn breach!" He left tactical and went around the railings ... down to the helm. To Chester.
"Someone's tapped into helm control," the mouse said. Voice displaying his fear. His whiskers twitched. His paws shook. "We're losing ... "
The lights flickered.
" ... main power," Chester finished, craning his head upward. Whiskers twitching. Ears swiveling. Full of tics. Nervous motions.
"We're being contacted by the snow rabbits. They're demanding," Rella announced, "to know what's going on. They want our status."
Wren's head spun.
And the computer stopped its countdown. E-deck had been decompressed.
Power was out. The air was gone, and the heat was going with it ...
... and a masked nose poked into the corridor. And a head followed. Field. Having found (an put on) an oxygen mask. Paws shaking. Body shivering. Needing to get off this deck. Needing to know where his family was. Family. Did he have a family now? He wasn't used to having a family ...
The mouse scurried. Scurry-scurried. Thin tail, pink, silky ... trailing behind him. Feeling the creeping void. Oh, the chill of it. This deck was being exposed to space, and he would freeze to death ... if he didn't get out of here. His blood vessels, they would ...
Don't think, don't think ...
Scurry-scurry!
He made it to a lift. It wasn't working. Squeaking in frustration, he turned ... went for an access tube. Pulled off the hatch. Crawled inside ... crawl-crawl-crawl. Until he reached a junction. And a ladder. And climbed.
"Field!"
Field tugged his mask off ... with a paw. Slumping against the wall. Sinking slowly to the floor. Whimpering.
"Field," Adelaide said, more softly now. Kneeling beside him. "Darling ... " She put a paw on his cheek. He felt cold. His fur was cold.
The mouse, shivering, clutched at her arms, fingers tracing her wings. "Um ... I'm ... you ... you're okay?" he panted. "Please ... please ... "
"I'm okay," she whispered. "I'm okay. I'd just left Ketchy's quarters ... " Ketchy's quarters were on D-deck.
"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... "
"Field ... " She smiled, pulling him into a hug. On her knees on the corridor floor, pulling him into a hug. He was a bit limp, like a rag doll. She closed her eyes. A lump in her throat.
The mouse's breathing became erratic. As he started to cry. "I can't ... feel my tail," he whispered.
"It's okay ... shh ... come on, let's get up. We're gonna see the doctor ... " She put her winged arms around him, beneath his arms. Pulled him to his knees. And to his feet. Holding him steady.
"Where's Akira ... where's ... "
"She's back with Ketchy. I was gonna come get you ... "
"What happened. I don't know what happened," Field sniffled.
"Field, just ... just breathe, okay? Slowly. Breathe. Calm down," she instructed, hugging him close. Trying to give him her warmth.
"I was afraid you were down there," the mouse managed, knees buckling. Crying again.
She sank with him. To her knees. Cradling his shivering, furry form.
"I don't wanna lose you ... "
"You're not going to. Field," she whispered, own eyes watering. "Come on. You've got hypothermia. You're delirious."
"I'm not delirious ... I love you ... "
A slight smile. "Well, love is ... a kind of delirium. But ... come on," she urged, standing again. Pulling him back to his foot-paws. "Come on. Akira's safe. I'm here. You're gonna be okay."
"I don't know who else was down there ... "
"Field ... come on ... "
The mouse, sniffling, nose numb, whiskers drooped, was wobbly on his knees. But nodded. Shivering. Grateful for her warmth.
"Status?" Wren asked. His eyes hurt. His head hurt. Why did they hurt?
"Um ... I ... I don't know what happened," Rella said.
"Dispatch repair teams in EV suits. Have them mend the breach and re-compress the deck."
"I've already notified engineering."
Wren nodded. Not wanting to ask it, but ... " ... did we lose anybody?"
"One fur," Rella whispered. "Lonely. The wolf."
Wren's whiskers twitched.
"And, uh, a few more ... reports of hypothermia, exposure to ... lack of air. Sickbay's being flooded."
"Field and Adelaide. Their quarters are on E-deck," Wren remembered.
"They're accounted for," Rella confirmed. Eying her controls. "They're in sickbay now."
"Sir, I still can't regain control of the helm," Chester called. From the front of the bridge.
Wren turned, said, "Go to backup controls."
"I have, but ... I've been locked out."
"By who?" A frown.
"I don't know."
Wren paused. Thinking. Letting out a breath. Eying the other furs on the bridge. Who were busy at their stations, coping. Two other furs on the bridge (aside from him, Rella, and Chester) ...
"Wren," Rella whispered.
He looked to her.
"The snow rabbits are contacting us again. They're demanding to know our status."
"Tell them to stand by."
"I already did." A pause. "What should I tell them now?"
"Tell them to ... " A sigh. "To stand by," Wren repeated. "If they don't like it, then ... " He trailed. Sighed. "Ask them for help," he whispered. "Tell them we need help."
She nodded quietly.
Wren, squinting, eyed the viewer. They were still moving away from the snow rabbit world. On basic thrusters, but ... still moving away, nonetheless. What was going on? What had just happened here?
"I mean, I like mice. I mean ... okay, I love mice. And don't ask me why."
Assumpta turned her head. Slightly.
Juneau waited.
Assumpta sighed. "Why?" she asked.
A smile. "Well, they're just ... I don't know. So cute!" A giggle. "Mm ... like Field. You think Field's cute?"
"I do not think in terms of 'cute' ... "
"Oh ... "
"Why?" she asked. Peering. "Do YOU think he's cute?"
They were in guest quarters on the station. One of the snow rabbit stations. Their haggling done for the day. In the morning, they would wake and ... meet with Flint (again). Work some things out. Final things. And be back on Luminous in time for breakfast.
Juneau, wrapped in a blanket, was sitting in her bed (there were twin beds in the room ... snow rabbit living spaces were, as would one guess, sparsely fitted). The air was cold, and the squirrel shivered a bit.
Assumpta wasn't cold. Rather, was comfortable. And waited for an answer.
"Well, I ... I do. But, I mean, I have a mate," she said, referring to Chester. "And he's a mouse, too, and ... but I mean, yeah. I mean, when I first met him, I had a crush on him. Field. I don't anymore, but ... cause I have a mate," she repeated. "But he's a mouse, too. I just have this THING ... for mice."
"Obviously."
"It's just mice, you know. Mice." Pause. "You won't tell Adelaide, will you?"
"No."
"Okay ... okay, well ... well, she probably reads my mind, anyway. I always wonder if she's reading my mind, but I don't wanna ask, cause ... it might hurt her feelings. I mean, cause I don't think she is, but I always ... am on edge, you know, around her. Just a bit. But she's real nice, so ... "
Assumpta blinked. Juneau was a rambler. She liked to talk. Like, endless streams of ... whatever was in her mind. And the snow leopard had gotten used to such behavior (for prey often engaged in it). But it wasn't many prey furs that would genuinely be comfortable enough around her ... to do that. Even after a year on Luminous. She had friends now. She had a mate now (in Azure). But ... she was still a predator. And they knew it.
"No, but Field's cute in that ... how do you say ... " The squirrel trailed, bushy tail twitching a bit. She went quiet, looking to the sheets. Squinting. And eyes widening. "Oh, I got it. Field's cute in that kind of ... tender, waif-like way. That wispy ... shy, 'my ears are blushing' ... blink-blink kind of way. You know? That aw-shucks farm-fur ... kind of air he gives. That wide-eyed kind of cute that just makes you wanna scoop him up and ... nuzzle his nose and ... you CARE for him. You know? Even if you just talk to him once, you start to CARE for him ... he's just so genuine. So gentle." Pause. "He's cute." Another pause. "All mice are like that. Every mouse I've met ... Field, Chester ... I don't understand how they do it. Mice, I mean. How they ... are so innocent. Their anxiety. You see the terror in their eyes, sometimes. You feel sorry for them. That they have to live with that. You wish you could take it away." Pause. "They're the most prey-like of all us prey. If that makes sense ... "
Assumpta stared.
"What?"
"Nothing ... "
"Chester's cute, too. But his cute ... is a different kind of cute," she continued. "He's a 'hot' cute. His fur, you know, it's ... all patches of black and white, and ... I can trace the patterns ... with my fingers, my nose. My ... "
"I was not aware there were variations of cute," Assumpta interrupted (on purpose, fearing where that last sentence was going). She was lying on her back in her own bed. Staring at the ceiling. It was rather nice, this. Chatting. But she didn't know what to say in response to the squirrel's words. She felt a bit awkward.
"Oh, there are. Chester's cute is this ... oblivious kind of ... energetic, twitching cute. You know, like ... the slightest sound, and he spins around, like ... 'whassat?!' ... he's totally scrumptious."
"Scrumptious?" A frown.
"I could eat him up. The kind of cute you could eat up. Like ... silky, sizzling. Chester makes my heart leap. Makes my breath catch. He's playful. I mean, he's shy. All mice are shy. But he's really playful once you get him going ... "
Assumpta nodded.
"What about your mate? What about Azure?"
"What about him?"
"What do you like about him?"
"He has a sharp mind."
"That's all?"
Assumpta sighed. "I do not know."
"You don't know? He's your mate," she exclaimed.
"I am aware of that."
"So, it's just ... I mean, surely, there's emotion there."
"Predators, as a rule, feel very little emotion. We operate on baser instincts."
"Well, I don't buy that. Maybe I would've, a year ago, but ... not now. I know you have feelings."
"It is not the same thing ... not the same feelings," she said, "that you would feel."
"So, you're saying ... you're more like the snow rabbits," Juneau stated. "You've more in common with the snow rabbits than ... us squirrels. Or mice. Or ... the rest of the Luminous crew."
"That is correct. I am of the ice."
"Keep forgetting that," Juneau muttered.
Assumpta turned her head. Wondering if there was a tone to that comment. Wondering what she meant by that.
"Do you love him? Azure, I mean?"
Assumpta hesitated briefly. Before answering, "Yes."
"How do you know?"
"Because he loves me."
"No, that's not ... what you need to be saying. How do you know? How do you know it's love?"
"If you THINK it must be love, then it MUST be," was all Assumpta said. "Otherwise, it would not tease your mind."
"I didn't mean to question you ... I mean, your ... but, okay, you don't think in terms of 'cute,' and you don't 'feel' like the rest of us. Surely, you're fond of him? Affection?"
"I would kill for him. If anyone threatened him ... I would cause them harm. When a predator takes prey as a mate, we become our prey's protector. If someone threatens Azure, they threaten me."
"Wow," the squirrel whispered.
"What?" A squint.
"Nothing. That's just ... a pretty strong statement. That you would readily kill for him."
"I am a predator."
"So I'm constantly reminded." She trailed.
"There is more than one kind of love," Assumpta stated quietly. "There is more than one way ... to express it. To feel it. More than one way in which it manifests itself. Sometimes, it is hard to tell what love is ... and what love isn't. But I must believe that love feels good. That it feels safe." A breath. "I feel good ... when I am with him. I feel safe," she said, "when I am with him. Though, in my instance, it's more a sense of ... I make HIM feel safe. I offer protection. I make HIM feel good, and ... that provides me with satisfaction. It is a mutual dependence. It is devotion."
Juneau nodded. "Yeah ... " Her voice was quiet. The squirrel nodded again, moving to a lie-down. "You're right," she whispered. Going quiet. "I get the impression," Juneau whispered, "that exile doesn't bother you."
"It doesn't."
"It hasn't? Not once? Not ever?"
"I was already," Assumpta explained, "exiled, as it were ... before Luminous was. Before our crew was."
"How do you mean?" Juneau turned onto her side. Took a breath. Blanket wrapped around her.
"I am not your typical predator."
"No?"
"No."
Juneau eyed her. "You look like one. To a large degree, you act like one. You are one," she decided.
"But I have a fondness for prey. I've always been curious," she admitted, staring at the ceiling, "about emotions. About prey. I've always drawn to them. Not in a domineering way, though that is a part of it. But they make me curious. I do not know how to describe it."
"Well, what does that have to do with ... "
"I came from the north," she said, interrupting.
"The north?"
"On Home-world. The north." Pause. "They didn't like what I was doing. What I was trying to make myself feel. My ... leanings."
"Leanings?"
"I wanted prey. I did not wish to mate with a predator. I was so curious about prey. I ... " She frowned. "It was more than that. It was more complicated than that. It was not about ... it was ... " She closed her muzzle. Sighed through the nose. "I was exiled from my home. From predatory society. It is why I asked to be assigned to Luminous. I was an exile. I was an outcast. Why not make it official? Why not jet into the depths of space on a ship full of prey?"
"You ASKED for this assignment?"
"Yes."
"And they gave it to you?" Juneau asked.
Assumpta nodded quietly. "Yes. Luminous was the most-advanced ship on the fleet, and the first ship," she said, "to be run by prey. Built by prey. For prey. But predators control the fleet. Control our society. They wanted a paw-ful of predators onboard. As plants."
"You aren't a plant," Juneau whispered.
"No."
"So, why did they let you aboard?"
"Wren had final confirmation of ... the predator applicants."
"I don't understand ... "
"Neither do I. But here I am."
Juneau frowned and shook her head. They'd gotten way off the subject. "So, you don't miss home at all?"
"No."
"Not at all?"
"No," the snow leopard repeated. "Is that hard to believe?"
"Yes," was the squirrel's whisper.
"I take it, then, that you miss home?"
"Yes." Still at a whisper. A pained whisper.
"Why?" The snow leopard was confused.
"Assumpta," said Juneau, taking a breath. Sounding tired. "Just ... there are things," she said, "that ... you can't word. Home is one of them. It doesn't have to make sense. But it's such a part of you. It's so real, and it's such ... it's HOME," she stressed. "That's all. It's home, and it's ... yes, I miss it." A sigh. "None of us were born to be inside ... a star-ship. We were born for the air. Nature. We're furs. I mean, I love exploring. I love space, but ... this wasn't meant to be for a lifetime. I was gonna do this," she said, "while I was young. Be an engineer on a star-ship. While I was young. And then, at middle-age, I would go home and use this experience ... to live a life in a small town somewhere. You know. I don't know. I didn't plan on being out here forever. And, now, I'm going to be."
"There are many worlds. The snow rabbits ... "
"Snow rabbits," Juneau muttered, rolling her eyes. "Look, they're fine. They're nice. I mean ... maybe not nice, but ... they're crystalline things. They're very regal. But, Assumpta, they're ... paranoid. You know? Don't you see how they look at us? How they question us? They think everyone who's NOT one of them ... is an Arctic fox."
"They are involved in a cold war."
"Yeah, I know," Juneau huffed. "They only explain that every time we talk to them."
"Are you saying their conflict isn't real? It's all in their head? The result of paranoia?"
"I'm not saying that. I'm just saying ... they've been tensed up, ready to run, ready to fight ... ready for whatever ... for so long," the squirrel said, "that they're in perpetual waiting. Perpetually," she said, "waiting for something bad to happen. I look at them," she said, of the snow rabbits, "and I don't see furs with hope. I see furs who, with cold resolve, have resigned themselves to fighting the good fight. Only, it's not a good fight. It's not even a fight. It's a standoff. And it's not going to end, because neither side is willing to talk. Neither side is willing to communicate. Neither side is willing to be civil."
The snow leopard sighed, shaking her head. "It's not so clear-cut as that. No conflict is."
"I'm not SAYING it is. I'm saying ... as an outsider here, I have a perspective they don't. And maybe ... maybe that's worth something. Because I just can't see their tensions being eased from the inside. Their rest, their peace, their solution ... is going to have to come from elsewhere."
Assumpta was curious. "Where, exactly?"
"I don't know," was the squirrel's little whisper. A breath. "I don't know. I mean, I'm glad they're our allies. They're powerful. They have great sensors. Very advanced defenses. They're good allies to have, but ... do I entirely trust them? I mean, they intrigue me. They fascinate me. But do I trust them?"
Assumpta waited for the squirrel to answer her own question.
But the squirrel stayed quiet, shivering. Pulling her blanket closer.
"Lucky mousey," Kody said, running a medical device over Field's muzzle. The device beeped and hummed (in soothing tones). "You'll be okay."
Field let out a deep breath.
"But I would advise taking it easy for the next day. Allow yourself time to recover." A pause. "But you're a mouse, so I don't expect you to ... be able to sit still. But don't say I didn't warn you. When you pass out due to exhaustion ... "
"I'll rest later," Field said. "After everything settles down. I need ... I need," he stuttered, "to get to the bridge."
"You're not going anywhere," the rabbit said, "until I release you." The rabbit's eyes darted to Adelaide. For assistance.
"Field, he's right. Just stay here for now. I'll go to the bridge. Okay?"
Field whimper-squeaked. He just nodded. Feeling weak. Not really, honestly, able to move about, but so stubborn. Needing to do something. To distract his mind. The fear, the anxiety, all of it eating at him. And he asked, in his weakness, that she, "Stay ... stay. Please ... "
"Field, I gotta go," she whispered.
"Well, then ... "
"You're hurt. I'm not. I need to get to my post."
He nodded quietly. Not for the first time ... feeling the strain of being an officer on this ship. He was her superior. But she, in their mate-ship, was the dominant partner. Their professional and personal lives were juxtaposed. Add that to the fact that ... her safety was his number one priority. And how could he be objective about his job, his daily tasks ... when she was his priority?
The bat squeezed her mate's paw. And leaned down and put a soft, little kiss on his cool lips. Warming him some. "I love you," she whispered. And she squeezed his paw again, leaning up again. "Baby's still with Ketchy. Just recuperate, okay? I'll be back ... "
"So, no one knows what happened?" Kody asked, moving to treat another patient. (The doctor was currently being assisted by two other furs ... who had slight medical backgrounds.) None of the injuries were obviously life-threatening, necessarily, but ... several cases of near-shock. Low body temperature. They all needed immediate care.
"Wasps."
"What?" Kody squinted, looking to Field.
"I didn't ... say anything," Field responded. Under the rabbit's gaze.
Adelaide's eyes indicated the source.
The doctor turned. The wolf. Pyro. On his back (still), breathing laboriously, huffing, "Wasps ... "
"How's he awake? That's not possible," said the rabbit, moving toward the wolf. Reaching for a scanner.
But Pyro's paw closed around the rabbit's wrist.
The doctor made a surprised sound.
"Wasps," Pyro rasped (for the third time). Not in the best of conditions. Deadly tired. Maybe he was delusional. "They're here."
The lights flickered.
Adelaide craned her neck.
Field's whiskers twitched.
All the furs in the room ... were looking to Pyro.
"They're coming for me."
"Who are you?" Kody demanded. "Why do they want you?"
"The answers will make your head hurt," Pyro responded.
"Too late for that," whispered Field.
And the lights flickered again.
And Pyro told his tale ... | FSE |
Title: Freedom in Shadows
Tags: pants undone, slid soft, hard still, soft sweet, gave soft, head tilted, body time, pale skin, body pressed, upper body
*This is a scene from a book I intend to write one day, maybe...if I ever get the time. Technically, this story should be in some supernatural category (since the book is about a supernatural family), but since the actual nature of what Keedae is doesn't come out in the story, erotic couplings works well enough. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.*
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She'd never been so free. Always tight in the confines of who and what she had to be. It kept her on a tight leash. Restrained from everything she could have wanted for herself. All those things were on the edge of impossible. Dreams and hopes couldn't be anything more.
It weighed heavily on her. The weight of her entire world. A world of expectations. A world of perfection.
Not tonight, though. Tonight, she would be exactly who she wanted. In this place, she didn't have to be what her family wanted of her. No. She was just Keedae.
So there she was, on the dance floor. The music raged around her as bodies pressed together. The heat was nearly unbearable as she moved her leather clad hips in succession with the beat of the song. Her arms slid against her soft, pale skin. Her silken locks bounced and swayed with each of her movements. Sure, her dancing wasn't exactly as "modern" as the people around her, but it what she did was her very own.
And Keedae's wild, free dance hadn't gone unnoticed.
Once the song ended and before the next began, she moved away from the dance floor. Her body glowed softly with the multicolored lights of the club thanks to the slight layer of perspiration on her skin. Reds, greens, blues . . . More blue than anything once she'd moved into the more open bar. Still, she stuck toward the shadows, staying safely out of sight. It was her night, but anyone spotting her would be condemning her to hours of lecture. And damn if her parents weren't well known in this town . . .
Just as she was about to ask for a glass of water, a hand wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her into the shadows not far behind. Before she could do anything, this arm roughly yanked her against the body to which it belonged. Against her better judgement, she didn't make a sound. Instead, she just waited. She stood perfectly still as this body pressed into hers. She barely breathed when she felt the breeze of breath along her ear causing her to tremble.
"I was watching you . . . " the breath whispered to her
It smelled heavily of liquor, but that wasn't the only smell. The person pressed against her had a definitely male smell. Musky, manly. Keedae licked her deep crimson lips while that smell kicked her pulse up a few beats. Something stirred hungrily in the pit of her stomach.
"Oh?" she asked, sounding defiant.
There was a soft chuckle from the man behind her. The sensation along his body, vibrating gently along her back. Keedae stood a little straighter.
"Yeah. You're the most interesting thing out there. Hard to miss."
He had to stop breathing in her ear. It was sending touches of electricity all through her. That made it hard for her to keep still. Still, for now, she held her own, keeping that defiant look in her eyes.
"I suppose I should thank you then? For the compliment." She said, holding her chin up high.
That simple movement caused her ear to brush the lips behind her. Keedae closed her eyes tightly so she wouldn't think on it more than what it was.
"No. I should thank you." The ears brushed on their own accord this time; Keedae fought off a whimper, "I was looking for someone just like you."
"Someone like me?"
"Mhm."
The body pressed to her more. Earlier, it had only been upper body against upper body. This time, lower parts met. Against her bottom, she could feel a hardening lump. She sucked in a sharp breath and tried to move away, but he yanked her back. She wasn't going anywhere and she knew it. And to make matters worse, her body was intrigued. Her body continued to stir.
"Someone wild." He murmured, using the tip of his tongue to stroke her ear, "Someone needing a little more. That's you, isn't it? I saw you when you came in. You seemed restrained. Once the music hit you it was like it was the first time you'd ever been free. Am I right?"
Hell, he was right. Keedae sighed with resignation. That was all the answer he needed. He chuckled again. She couldn't help enjoying the feel of it. On top of that, his hand slid across her bare stomach, gently clawing at the skin. Her head leaned back as a moan escaped her, finally.
"I'm going to fuck you." He said
She couldn't deny the desire to have that. It was like an almost unnatural wave of need just trickled all through her, suddenly. When he brought his free hand to her head, he tilted it to the side, exposing her long neck. His mouth bared down on her neck, sucking on the pale skin, scraping his teeth against it. Heat rose through her body. Pleasure washed over it.
Oh, this was so wrong. Yes, Keedae was no stranger to the bed. In fact, the bed felt like the only place she had any control over her life and herself. What everyone thought of her held no ground in the bedroom. In the light of day, she was a sweet, innocent young woman early into adulthood. In the heat of night, she became a wild cat or a dark mistress that feasted on carnal delight. She held that bit of her away from everyone, except from a lover at the time. Funny how they expected someone timid. Keedae wasn't timid in that respect.
But this time, she was. This man had too quickly gained control. How the Hell did he stimulate her body like this?
He moved ground his hips into her gently, rocking her body with his. A passerby could possibly see it as a simple dance, but this was more. This was a beacon. An invitation. An invitation her body wouldn't ignore against what her mind thought.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" the man said in a soft, but lewd tone
"I don't know you." She whispered back shakily
Another chuckle. More bites along her neck, less gentle than before.
"Your body knows me well enough." He licked from neck to ear, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
".........yes . . . " she returned with a slight hiss in her voice.
Hell, she hadn't even seen his face yet. Before she could manage it, he pulled her further into shadows. There was the sound of a door opening, then closing quickly. The absence of light heightened the rest of her senses. There was no escape, and that caused her to become panicky. Not for long, though.
Lips fasted on hers as the rest of her slammed against a wall. She made a whimpering sound that only caused the man to delve deeper between her parted lips. His body ground against hers. A hand cupped her firm bottom. The hand moved until it moved to lift and separate one thigh from the other. Hip met hip, groin met groin. Keedae's arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer to her.
Her nipples hardened beneath her barely-there top, rubbing along the man's chest. He noticed this, too. His other hand came up to cup one of her small breasts, a perfect fit for his hand. For some reason, she expected his touch to be rougher, but instead, he gently caressed it, using his thumb to circle the hardened peak though the shirt.
"Your soft and sweet all over, aren't you?" he practically growled at her when he gave their mouths a break
All she could do was groan in response.
His lips trailed down her neck as he pulled the sleeve of her flimsy shirt down. He pulled it down until she felt the breast his hand had been on moments before. Once exposed, his lips found the orb, sucking on it with just the right suction and wetness. Her head tilted back until it rested on the wall behind.
"Yes, I do believe you are . . . " he murmured once he let the breast go
He moved away from her then. Keedae's breath sped up with slight worry. He just couldn't leave it at that!
Sensing her worry, he pulled her way from the wall, then stepped behind her. He maneuvered her body back to his.
"Put your arms around my neck and don't move them." He said, his voice strained with his own need.
She did as she was told, locking her hands against the back of his neck. His hands traveled down her arms, leaving no part of them unturned in a slow, teasing movement. The hands found her breasts, one still exposed, the other safely tucked away within her shirt. No matter, he teased the nipples of both breaths causing her to groan out and her breath to hitch.
The probing hands continued to travel along their path. Down her stomach, to her waist, along the low riding leather pants she sported this evening. He moved to undo the pants, which caused a moment of panic in her. Her hands untangled and started to reach for his.
"I said don't move them." His words were harsh enough to make her return to the original position she was in, "That's a good girl."
Her pants came undone.
"Move your legs. Open them wide."
Licking her lips, partly from worry, mostly from desire, she did just that. The pants didn't give her much of an opening to do so. Once she got them as far as they were going, his hand dipped inside. First fingers slid along the soft curls between her legs, just stroking as more a comfort. The pants pushed his hand against her hard, but he still moved with ease. Those fingers danced along the moist slit. Each downward movement, slipped fingers further between, until finally, they grazed the very hardened nub waiting, aching for touch. The sensations that the touch caused nearly had Keedae howling and bucking.
He stayed there a while, barely touching what so begged to be touched. Soon the fingers got bolder, giving her more with wide slow circles. The circles got smaller and faster with time. Keedae shivered with delight and moaned with pleasure. Her legs were beginning to buckle, but she managed to hold her stance.
His fingers moved further and further until they found her aching opening. One moved inside of her, then two. In and out in long steady motions. Each gave off a soft wet sound. Not surprising since she felt like she was soaking there. The heel of his hand ground against her nub as he continued to pump those long, sure fingers in and out of her.
He kept doing that until she thought she might lose her mind. The build up was slow and almost too pleasurable. When she was nearly there, she told him as much, then prepared for that final wave to take her over.
The man laughed.
"Not yet." he stopped
"Oh please!!" she begged, trying to move her hips to bring her the rest of the way, but his free hand held her in place
"Shhh, not yet."
They stayed this way for too long of a moment. All he gave her was a soft sucking on her ear. When she thought she might scream at him, his fingers began again. The build up this time was even more intense. Each stroke caused her to whimper. Then moans. Then groans until he finally let her cum hard on his fingers along with a soul-shaking scream. Her body slumped against her and the arms he ordered around his neck shook violently.
"Now wasn't that worth the wait?"
All she could do was gasp and nod weakly.
She was barely aware that he'd slipped her pants further down her body, but not off of it. Keedae didn't realize that he'd turned them so that she faced the wall. And she certainly couldn't hear that his pants had come undone. Not with her loud gasps and the pounding of her heart in her ears.
"Put your hands on the wall and bend over."
She did this without question. Her arms parted wide on the wall as she bent over. His hands on her hips maneuvered her just right.
"Soft and sweet . . . " he muttered again with a hoarse voice
He plunged into her from behind with little warning. One moment she was empty and aching, now she was filled to the hilt. His hands held her hips firmly as he pounded into her over and over again with a quiet slapping sound. Her legs were close together, which caused the inside of her body to caress his stiff member with its hot wetness that much more. He seemed to like it. Each pound he grunted.
That wonderful building began. Her nails scraped the wall as pleasure rippled in tiny waves, starting around that hard cock in her to the rest of her body. He got faster. The faster he moved, the harder and stronger the wave. Sweat formed on her forehead as he took her. Her pulse pounded with each stroke.
"Oh, yes . . . " she moaned
He sucked in a long breath. The movements, once rapid, began to change into deeper movements. He moaned in echo of each slip into her willing body. He leaned onto her, moving his hands from her hips and wrapping around her waist. No . . . one wrapped around her waist, the other captured her exposed and bouncing breast, squeezing the hard pink pebble at the tip. Two more gasps later he grunted.
"I'm cumming . . . " he groaned, then began spilling into her
The idea that he was about to cum set her on edge. Just moments after he throbbed in her, her wetness shuddered around him, sending that final blast of pleasure through her body.
It took him some time to move out of her. He waited for their breath to slow . . . for their heartbeats to calm. Once these conditions were met as much as they could be, he stood up straight, then helped her. He turned Keedae toward him and pressed his mouth on hers, still as eagerly as it had at the beginning of this dance.
Neither of them said anything, just savored the lips of the other. The feel of the other. Basked in the deep scent of sex that permeated the walls of the room.
"Thank you." He said.
"The same to you." She countered.
That was all either of them needed. The man straightened himself, then left her.
Keedae stayed in that room a little longer. She fucked a faceless, nameless man without thinking of the consequence. A dangerous game to play, but an exciting one. One she'd never forget. One that, with any luck, she wouldn't pay for.
She fixed her clothes as much as she could, then walked out of the room. She moved through the bar, not even attempting to spot the man that had so easily lured her into him, further more, not caring to sully the moment with a face. Head held high, she walked out of there with a wicked smile.
"Take that decorum, rules, and regulations." | literotica |
Title: Before The End
Tags: tina breasts, amanda leaned, moment cock, cum tina, tina mouth, law student, tongue extended, tina face, amanda told, face amanda
Looking back, we both must have known it was over. But at the time I doubt even she would have admitted it.
Amanda was angry at me though, that much was obvious. She told me not to get too drunk, because I had to drive home, so of course I wait straight to the bar and made myself a strong vodka tonic. The first of five in a not very long evening.
It was her friend Tina's going away party. She was off for a year of study in England that I hoped she'd never return from. I had nothing against her personally. She had rich parents and had a one bedroom apartment on the upper west side all to herself, but that's not what I held against her. In fact I found her sweet and smart and at my most honest would admit to a strong crush on her. But she had an unacceptable influence over Amanda. Sometimes I heard Tina's words coming straight out of Amanda's mouth when we fought. Like tonight, when she told me "I don't have to dress in a way that makes YOU comfortable. YOU have to find a way to make yourself comfortable with how I dress."
So there she was, in a tight blue number she'd bought that day (with Tina, of course) at Urban Outfitters. When she showed it to me, I said "Where's the rest of it?" and the truth is I wasn't even kidding. Amanda's short, with perfect curves, and the dress looked just tiny as she held it our in front of her. Now, with it on, It hugged her tits tight and I know from experience that every man in a position to do so would take a peak down the front. For a while, I could see how self-conscious she was in it. I wanted to whisper "I told you so" in her ear, but settled for a few smug smile from across the room that she pretended not to notice.
As the night went on, though, with a few drinks in her system, I started hearing her voice rise above the din, or her laugh break a brief lull. She was, to my dismay, growing into the outfit, feeling the sexiness of it without the inhibiting shame. The fact was, she did look unbelievable hot, with the glimmering fabric pulling out her blue eyes, her long red hair streaming down her chest like it was teasing her breasts.
On their way out the door, her friends Emily and Jason, always a cautious pair, warned me to keep an eye out for her. "She wasted, I think," Emily whispered as she slid her green jacket on. "Don't let her do anything she'll regret." I laughed and shrugged it off, though the truth was it made me nervous. I'm a jealous person, and though I try to keep it in check, it's often out of my control.
The party thinned out until there wasn't anyone left that I recognized. But that didn't keep me from talking to everyone like they were old friends. I told an obnoxious man in his thirties that he ought to hang out with people his own age, and he left soon after. There were two girls I flirted with openly, an overweight actress and a hot law student with long brown hair and a naive smile. They were set to go out clubbing and invited me to join. "Can't," I said. "I'm with my girlfriend." I said this directly to the law student and was pleased to see the disappointment on her face. "We have to drive back to Westchester later."
"Where is she?" she said. A Moby album played over us.
"In the bedroom, talking to Tina." They'd closed the door behind them. Amanda was very upset that Tina was leaving, and I knew they were having some kind of heart to heart.
"Well, we've said our goodbyes." The overweight actress tugged at her friends arm. "Let's go." As they walked out the door, the brunette dangled her hand behind her. "Goodbyyyyyyeeeeee," she said to me, without looking back. And with them gone, I was alone.
I knocked, but no one said anything, so I let myself in. Amanda and Tina were both laying on the bed, looking drunk and sad. "Everyone's gone," I told them.
"Thank God," Tina said, and she laughed. The bed was tall, and was tightly made with crisp white sheets. Amanda had slipped off her heels and let her feet dangle off the mattress. Tina laid on her side and her top was so loose even from my angle I could see half her bra.
I walked in and sat at the foot of the bed. They both looked at me, then too each other, and cracked up.
"What?" I tried to smile and be a good sport, but I felt like a joke.
"You're wasted," Amanda told me. She puckered her lips like she only does when she drinks. Her face was red. I could tell she was horny, and if we were alone, she'd do anything I wanted.
Tina stared directly at me. She had brown eyes and made such intense eye contact it was almost impossible not to look away. "So you think Amanda looks like a slut?" she said.
My head got warm. Amanda covered her face with her hands and shook her head behind them, exaggerating her embarrassment.
"I didn't say that." I felt very defensive. It was true, I hadn't said that. But that was how I'd felt, and somehow Tina had clued right into that.
"But don't you think she looks sexy," Tina said, ignoring my response. "Look at her in that tight blue dress. Don't you just want to push it up over her ass and fuck her?"
Amanda laughed loudly at this. And she squirmed on the bed. I tried to laugh myself, but only managed a broad, empty smile. Tina didn't break one bit. She stared at Amanda, running her eyes down her body. "I mean," she went on. "Look how sexy her tits are, hugged closely like that, like they're just dying to be licked."
It got very quiet then. The music was still playing in the other room, but it sounded miles away. My heart sped up. Amanda looked down, not smiling anymore. I wasn't either. I extended my hand and touched her ankle. Just that touch made her quiver. Her skin felt foreign to me.
"Go ahead," Tina said. She shifted over onto her stomach, like she wanted a better angle to watch from. "Touch her."
Part of me knew this was a mistake, that what I did now might determine our relationship. And if I was sober, I might have been able to stop myself. But right now it was beyond my control. I leaned over Amanda's legs and began kissing them. The back of her shins, up over he knees, the base of her thighs. Behind me, I kicked my shoes off and heard them fall to the floor, one after the other.
I could hear Amanda's deep breaths as I slid her dress up over her ass. It was tight, but the dress was so short there wasn't far to go, and quickly her white panties were visible. I ran my hand over them, feeling her mound through the wetness of the thin fabric. Amanda moaned. I looked up and saw her eyes were closed. Then I looked to Tina, who had pushed even closer to her, and was now extending her hand onto Amanda's face. She gently caressed her hair.
I pulled down Amanda's panties, all the way to her ankles. She raised her knees so they slid off her feet. It was the first thing she'd done that made it perfectly clear that she wanted this just as desperately as I did.
My tongue pressed into her pussy like it was warm and melting. I've never tasted anything so amazingly soft. And her entire body quivered around me as my tongue gently tickled her swollen clit. I forgot where I was almost. My entire focus was on her response to me, what made her tremble, what made her tighten up inside. I slid one finger inside her, beneath my tongue, then a second. I don't know how long I fucked her like that. Her moaning was so quiet, I wasn't sure if I could hear it or feel it inside her body. And when she came, the satisfaction was so intense, it was like I'd cum as well.
I did not think about Tina this entire time. So when I looked back up I was stunned. Amanda's dress straps had been slid off her shoulders, and were pushed down below her breasts. Her white lace bra was unhooked at the center, and her tits were exposed. They were so pale, in comparison with the dark blue of her dress. Her nipples were hard and wet, and Tina's fingertips teased one and then the other.
But it was Amanda who was licking Tina's breasts. Her tongue extended, glistening pink as it teased Tina's nipples. Tina looked up to the ceiling, as she leaned in to bring her breasts closer to Amanda's mouth. Her shirt was discarded on a pillow, and she was in nothing but black panties.
I just watched them for a moment. My cock was pulsing inside my khakis. I put my hand on it, and I knew I could make myself come so easily, through the pants if I wanted to. Amanda looked at me as she continued to suck on Tina's breasts. Then Tina looked at me too.
As I took off my clothes, they kissed deeply, stroking each other's hair, lovingly running their hands over their bodies. I slid my boxers off, and they didn't look to me, though they must have seen my cock, extending as it was out into the air.
I moved between them, touching both their bodies now. I didn't know how Tina would react to my touching her, so I started safely on he knee, then slid my hand up, inch by inch. With my other hand, I caressed Amanda's breasts. First one, then the other. They were so alive, I could feel her heart beating beneath them. It made me bold, and I slid my other hand up the back of Tina's leg, underneath her panties, and I held onto her soft ass.
She finally broke from Amanda, and she leaned her neck down and kissed me, making her tongue dance in my mouth. But she quickly stopped, and she bent all the way over, so that her tits dangled just above the bed. Then she licked my cock, flattening her tongue against the shaft. I looked to Amanda then. I was afraid. But she looked calm. And she used the moment to remove her dress, pulling it up over head head.
"Does your little slut do this?" Tina said. And then she took my cock in her mouth and her head began to pump up and down. I dug my hands into her hair, pressing down, pulling at the roots.
"Suck his cock, Tina." Amanda settled back on the bed, and slipped her hand between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly, so I could see her open pussy, and she played with herself, never taking her eyes off Tina's mouth over my cock. Tina must have sensed this, as she shifted to give Amanda a better view. "Take it deep into your throat," she said, her voice shaking.
Just as I was on the brink of orgasms and started pumping my cock more quickly in Tina's mouth, she pulled away. There was a calm moment, with none of us touching each other. My cock pulsed, glistening with Tina's saliva. Amanda continued to fuck herself, but very slowly. Tina looked her intensely in the eyes.
"Amanda, I want your boyfriend to fuck me now," she said.
I looked to Amanda. Her face was so quiet and calm. And she nodded, almost imperceptibly, never changing the rhythm of her finger in her pussy.
Amanda slid up the bed. Tina removed her panties and moved onto her knees. Her pussy hair was more tightly clipped than Amanda's. She was thinner, with smaller tits. I felt like I could lift her in the air and fuck her like that for hours. Instead I slid my cock in her tight hole. She craned her neck up at the sensation and let out a bold groan.
I was so close to coming already, it was difficult to fuck her. The slightest tension in her pussy brought me to the brink. Tina, maybe out of frustration, began to eat Amanda's pussy as I slowly moved my cock in and out of her. Amanda teased her own tits and arched her back slightly off the bed. It was almost painful how badly I had to cum, and how much I wanted this all to last. I moaned with each pump, and Amanda began to moan as well, until I could tell she was having another orgasm, this time with Tina's tongue inside her.
After she came, she moved away. "Lie on your back," Amanda said. And Tina did, separating herself from me. We both looked to Amanda. She knew what she wanted now.
"Slide up over her," she told me. "I want you to cum on her face."
I paused for a moment. My cock was throbbing, desperate. Amanda was calm and in total control of her desires. I slid my knees along tina's body until her lips were just beyond my cock. Amanda leaned over to the night stand and filled her palm full of white moisturizer. Then she moved around behind me, leaned over, and held my cock in her warm, creamy hand.
"You like to fuck my friends?" she whispered in my ear. "Is that what you like?" She was pumping, slowly. My cock isn't big, but it looked perfect to me at that moment, sliding in Amanda's grip, just inches away from Tina's face.
"Yes," I said. I put a finger inside Tina's mouth and she sucked it hard. Behind me, Amanda pressed her pussy against my ass. Tina's eyes were locked on me, waiting. She touched her fingers to my balls and started to tap them.
"You want to cum all over Tina's face?" Amanda whispered. Her breath tickled my ear. I nodded. I was so close. One more word.
"Oh God," Tina said. "Cum all over me."
"You want me to lick it all up off her when you do? Is that what you want to see? Me licking your cum off Tina's face, off her lips, off her tongue?"
The cum exploded from my cock, shooting onto Tina's face. Amanda quickened her pumping motion. Tina held my balls as the wetness touched her. She let out a long gasp, like despite all the anticipation, my orgasm had surprised her. Soon I was just dripping cum into Tina's open mouth. She had her tongue extended to catch it.
I moved out from on top of Tina and Amanda immediately replaced me, lowering her naked body on top of her friend. They kissed each other, their breasts together, and Amanda licked my cum of her face, as she's promised. She looked like one cat cleaning another. Now that I'd cum, I began to feel the loss, that instantly. The two girls continued to kiss and grope each other, and I wanted to join them. But my time had passed.
A few days later, Amanda told me she was moving out. Tina had offered to let her stay at her apartment while she was away. It was sad, the whole process of breaking up, and I came to understand that what the three of us did that night was an important part of it. That without that experience together, the kind that no troubled relationship can survive, she'd never have had the courage to leave me. | literotica |
Title: Siara's Submission by Tafari
Tags: Adventure, First Time, Lion, Lioness, M/F, Plot Development, Rape, Virgin
© Tafari - All rights reserved
Part 2 - Siara's Submission
The young lioness looked up to the tall alpha and shivered with fear continuously. She looked around at all the hungry males laying their eyes all over her. "What...What are you going to do to me?" Siara asked in pure fear.
"Oh you will soon see, these lands are ours now so I think its time we... got to know what's ours a little better", a grin wiped over the dark alphas face, enough to put fear in to the bravest of souls. He stepped towards her and crouched, using a claw to pull dipped head to his. "You will soon learn to respect me and eventually every male in the pride" He muttered to her quietly, the idea to strike her with more fear. The alpha got up and looked over his pride, their dark fur blowing in the moonlights glow, he spoke "My fellow Pride members! We are successful in our mission, take a break!". The pride roared all at once, so loud it caused poor little Siara to wince.
She watched the Pride make their way to the hill top where her Father once stood, before feeling a warm large paw on her shoulder.
"Time for me to have my reward my darling..." the alpha whispered coldly in to her out turned ear. Siara turning around to look in to his big dark glazed eyes and stared at him.
"A reward, what reward? What's going on?" Siara stuttered,
"Oh my dear, do you not remember your oath you gave me... you gave yourself to me to save your life. My you do have a short memory for such a young beautiful feline" he chuckled to himself.
"I had no Idea what that would involve... especially what I think it does" she snapped back at him, but he appeared to have enough of her words and simply just picked her up by her nape, slinging her over his shoulder. They made their way to the opposite side of the Nemrock, away from the praying eyes and ears of the dark pride lions. The alpha lion gave a large and deep inhale of the air around him and exhaled quickly
"Ah, you smell very ripe my dear. I feel I am going to have a good time with you. Do you think you could as well?" the Alpha said while licking his lips.
Siara just shivered and looked to the floor, "Please don't touch me, I am too young for this and I've never experienced anything like this before... please have mercy on me" she pleaded.
All the Alpha did was laugh before setting her small figure down on the soft meadow floor for him to admire for a few seconds. Although he had no grip of her anymore, Siara did dare not run as he was twice the size of her and would imagine could run twice the speed. She watched his eyes run all over her young untouched body and did not know what to do.
The Alpha dropped to his knees with a thud and lowered his huge head down to her golden furred body. His nose hovered just above her tight navel with his eyes piecing up in to hers. Siara could not look away, they were too strong and some sort of physic effect on her. The Alpha continued and took a deep breath through his nostrils, closing his eyes at the sent of her young body and smirked to himself. Once he was satisfied with her scent, his head followed by his large muscular frame moved up over her body. The large round eyes of the Alpha opened as his face was opposite hers, looking down in to her crystal blue eyes. The lioness felt tainted in some way she could not recognise, she felt over powered by his presence.
He lowered his muzzle to hers and placed a soft delicate kiss upon her tender lips, catching her off guard as she had no thought of him being the least bit gentle. But Siara thoughts did not change; she laid there awkwardly as the large dominant male forced a kiss on her. His tongue slipped out and down in to her mouth quite aggressively and almost to the back of her throat. The young lionesses' eyes closed tightly as his muscular tongue rolled around with hers unwillingly. One of his paws stroked down her side to a hip as the other propped his heavy body up above her. He finished the kiss to speak.
"It's not that bad my girl, you are being deflowered by the most powerful lion in the lands... you should be pleased my dear!" said the lion down to Siara. She went to speak but he covered her muzzle, still wet from the kiss.
Siara lay there frozen as he leaned up and rested in his knees with his torso up straight. One of his large claws reached forward to her chest loin cloth and sliced it away with his razor sharp claw. The soft velvety skin of antelope fell away from her small body, exposing her pert little breasts for the Alpha to stare down at. His eyes opened at the pure beauty of the site as he licked his lips, immediately lowering himself back down to take a large lap over her breasts. The Alphas textured tongue scrapped over her soft nipples and up to her neck, stopping to savour the taste. An eye catches glimpse of a nipple as it stands erect, making him smirk.
"My girl, it looks as though you are enjoying this I see" he chuckled up to her,
"My hormones... their taking over me... oh god....your too over powering... your musk..." she said under the influence of her raging female hormones as they begin to take over her body. The Alpha stops to look over her from tip to toe and couldn't believe his luck. Before his eyes getting drawn to Siara's widening legs, she could not control herself anymore from any logical decision.
"You really want me don't you girl..." he smirked as his paw smoothed over her breasts, down her flat stomach and between her heated legs.
The large Alpha's paw covered her mound and felt its dampness and heat against his palm. He knew that she was ready for him and he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. "I'm going to take you as mine now my child... this may hurt at first but you soon enjoy it" He said as he moved himself to mate her.
The Alpha lowered his hefty weight down on top of her, moving his hips between her small thighs. Her legs were forced to open as wide as they could, possibly a bit further than they should. Siara moaned with her eyes closed, the poor lioness girl we know can do nothing to save her dignity. Once he mated her, she was his till the day he was dead... her fate was inevitable.
Siara looked down her body and saw a dark dangling hard object between her spread legs. She thought she new what it was but was not quite conscious of what was about to happen until she felt him penetrate her. The Alphas large lion male hood slipped in slowly but extremely tightly in to Siara's sex, making a wet sound as he entered. The lioness screamed hard enough to alert the dark lion pride of what their king was doing to her. He had no mercy however; he kept sliding his long length in to her tiny body until he hilted in her. The Alpha paused for a second and looked down to her small figure below him.
"My child, you really are untouched. You could satisfy the lion gods with this body... but now it is my job to claim you as mine!" He sneered down as with drew his cock almost to the head and drove himself back in like a piston into her tight snatch, making her scream. This time his paw covered her mouth as he began to mate her. The Alphas heavy lion balls started to hit rather hard at Siara's rump as he forced himself upon her.
Siara was lucky as her hormones released juices in to her sex to help him glide swiftly in and out of her. She had to like it as it was the only way she get through it pain free... however, she felt her walls stressing at the girth of his member as well as the smell of blood.
He began to drive hard continuously in to her young body, the sound of his balls hitting her sweet rump could be heard clearly now and his murrs were like thunder to her ears. Two large dark lion paws pinned her arms down as well as his entire body weight making her unable to move. Siara could feel him so deeply, the tip of his member reaching just below her navel.
The dark lion stopped to take a breath. She looked up at him after opening her scared eyes to see a mad, heavy breathing beast connected with her. The Alphas drool dripping from his mouth down on to her body. Before she knew, he turned her over and pinned her shoulders to the ground, forcing her rump to present itself to him. Siara's tender pussy lips were wide and open, ready for his large lion cock to slip straight back inside her. He crouched down behind her in the traditional lion mating position, his hips curled around her butt cheeks and his cock speared back inside her forcefully. His large paws grasped her shoulders and yanked her on to his lion spike. The young lioness felt his velvety balls press tightly against her entrance with him also inside her.
The dark lion's hips began to piston inside her again and again, her pleasure levels were getting intense from his pounding but she could not help but enjoy it... The alpha lowered his mouth and gripped on tightly too her nape as he mated her, both his paws pulling her in to his thrusts before he knew it was time to claim her.
The lion stopped, grinding his hips so hard in to her that it caused her to cry out with shear pain. His shaft reached a new depth in her body as she screamed. Alpha smelt the blood coming from her entrance but did not care. His cock unloaded his fertile lion cum in to her young womb in large jets, his hips jerking inside her as he continued to come.
Siara also came from the pain; she let herself go over the edge as she could not bare the pain any longer. Her mind had never experienced such pleasure before, her hips shuddered and her sex contracted over the large cock of the Alpha lion, trapping him.
He stopped his pleasure rage on her body and rose up above her, standing on his two foot paws and looking down at her. The dark lion's long cock started to recede back as both his and hers juices rolled from the tip to floor. Smirking and watching his seed seep out from between Siara's soaked thighs he chuckled.
"My girl... or should I say my Queen... you now bare my seed... you are now mine my sweet" he smiled to her and walked off, knowing she had no energy to go anywhere.
Siara rolled on to her side and began to cry as her hormone high died off and the Siara we knew realised what she has just become...
TO BE CONTINUED
© Tafari | FSE |
The noise of the party wasn’t exactly shut off when the door closed behind them, but it was muffled enough that their brains could learn to tune it out after a short while. It was quite cold outside; both wolves regretted not bringing anything other than shirts with them, though at least the taller one of the two was usually warm enough by default that this wasn’t an issue. Besides, it was a perfect excuse for them to snuggle up together, even if it was in plain sight of everyone; not like they were strangers to public displays of affection, but they usually didn’t happen when their sizes were… well, not exactly similar, but at least close enough to one another that it didn’t look too out of place. As the smaller half of the couple climbed onto the lap of the other, they still refused to share a single word; words would only spoil what they were experiencing at that moment, ruin something that would soon come crashing down around them thanks to what time of the month it was. Best if they just enjoyed it while it lasted, made those few minutes last an entire eternity, even if they knew that it was naught but an illusion they crafted for their own sake.
As an illusion though, it was a pretty good one, if they were in the mood to toot their own horns. After such a long time together, they’d learned to make the most out of this time, this small slice of existence in between them realizing what was about to happen and the process taking place. It used to be that it hit them straight out of nowhere, constantly catching them blindsided even when they knew it was coming, but with some effort, and plenty of experience in failed containements, they built up a successful repertoire of tricks they employed liberally whenever Sam, sensing that the transformation was creeping up on her, tapped her mate Zeddi on the back and the two of them found the nearest secluded area that they could monopolize.
A myriad of relaxation techniques would ensue, designed to stretch out their perception of time and keep their bodies and souls in tune in with one another, such that when the threshold was crossed, and Sam became something else entirely, they could at least be certain she wouldn’t completely lose control. It was a arduous road, and not one taken without falling into plenty of potholes; everyone in town knew about Sam’s condition, and quite a few people had been on the received end of it as well, to the point where her name was present in the city council’s annual budget allocation for the local emergency services. It wasn’t her fault though; hormones had a way of completely rewiring one’s ability to perceive the world, and after the full moon had completed its task, there wouldn’t be a lot left of this version of Sam in there, but a much different beast altogether… and quite literally so, at that.
It was odd, in its own way. Sam was already the kind of person that evoked a more primal response out of anyone who saw her, courtesy of her lycanthropic condition “seeping” into her regular form and enhancing it to the point where it was quite literally impossible not to notice her whenever she was within a hundred yard radius, sometimes more if she bothered to put on airs to make herself noticeable. Be it the fact that she was at least good foot taller than even the biggest people around, close to two in comparison to most others, reaching for seven-foot-six more than easily without the help of any shoes, or maybe the way her body exuded raw power even when she didn’t do anything at all; it was easy to tell that this was a wolfess who could effortlessly pick up anyone she met with a single hand without even thinking about breaking a sweat, and indeed, if anyone dared to try and cross one of her few lines, she was more than happy to demonstrate that her bite was far worse than her practically non-existent bark.
In fact, one of her preferred methods for taking care of any “rowdy elements”, as she liked to call them, was to simply pick them up by the scruff of the neck and dunk their heads directly into her cleavage; no matter what anyone’s preference was, it inevitably became impossible to think straight when one was being practically choked by sheer warmth, and eventually even the rudest and loudest of hooligans either learned to stay quiet in order to get out, or passed out altogether in marshmallow heaven. Actual stimulation was reserved for Zeddi, her mate, though; no one else got to play around with those mounds of hers, and even then only behind locked doors. It was something about how the smaller wolf handled them that made it so… special. She hadn’t always had a bust so massive it covered most of her chest and protruded from either side of it, and though Sam suspected most of it was due to her condition seeping in, surely her mate had something to do with it as well; that was her story, and she was sticking to it.
Zeddi, sadly, lacked the sort of transformative switch that allowed them to turn into something as glorious as Sam’s other form come the full moon, though they were possessed of an almost supernatural ability to commune with the bestial side of their better half, even when emotions ran high and hormones did all of the talking. It wasn’t as if Sam completely lost control whenever the moon shone high over her, but it really was hard to keep her wits about her when her body ceased being truly hers and became… something else. It was a difficult thing to parse, a thought that she very consciously avoided analyzing; it was best for her if she simply accepted it and paid no mind to what went on behind the curtain, lest she be forced to ask some uncomfortable questions about herself and who she was.
Questions that Zeddi would be more than excited to help her through, in that hopelessly eager way of theirs, when they woke her up early because they spent the whole night browsing through dubious websites in the search for any information that might be useful to them going forward; it was very rarely helpful, at least in a practical sense, but it always made Sam smile to see just how serious her mate was to help with her condition. Never serious enough to push her somewhere she wasn’t yet comfortable being in, but always ready to stand by her side whenever that moment did come.
This extended to the transformative episodes as well, even though Zeddi was especially useless during those. All the poor thing could do was keep talking to her in the hopes that things wouldn’t go completely out of control, but the effect was… somewhat limited. The smaller of the two had convinced themselves that they had some kind of developed ability to get through to Sam in her bestial state, and this was true to some degree, but they also seriously overestimated how deep her thoughts ran whenever she was transformed; it didn’t really matter how many times Zeddi repeated to hear that they were there for her, Sam really just didn’t care about anything other than getting a good fuck. It wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t Zeddi’s fault, it was no one’s fault but biology’s, but that was something that Sam still wasn’t comfortable enough talking about; the idea that she might be little more than a sex fiend when transformed was… not one that she was comfortable contemplating in any way.
“Do you think we’ll ever figure out a way to stop it?” Sam mused, not truly posing the question, “Control it, maybe? So I don’t have to be constantly stressing over weather forecasts.”
She asked that question every full moon. Clouds helped, at least to some degree; it was still up in the air how exactly the transformation itself was triggered, given that she could feel it even while indoors and nowhere near any windows. Yet, it couldn’t purely be based on direct exposure to the moon, because partial changes did occur whenever the moon wasn’t fully visible, making it more than confusing as to what even caused the problem to begin with. Zeddi had learned not to answer this musing masquerading as a query; Sam was mostly speaking to herself there, wistfully wondering what it would be like to live in this hypothetical world where she had some degree of control over when she had to face certain aspects of herself. The wolfess would never deny them… though it’d be a lot easier to process the contrasts if they didn’t impose themselves upon her whether she was ready for them or not.
She sighed; the warmth had begun to fill her. It always started as a tingle, an electrical jolt on the back of her neck, travelling up and down her spine as if a blinking row of lights had gone off to let her know of impending danger. From there, it progressed to an unnatural heat build-up, enough that she became something akin to a space heater, so hot to the touch that Zeddi was already visibly sweating after just a few moments. Then came the shortness of breath; this was the most insidious part of the transformation, as it wasn’t entirely necessary so much as it was her body forcing Sam to start hyperventilating in order to leave her airheaded and unable to think properly, a bit of a trick her physicality played against itself, presumably in order to bring her closer to the sort of animalistic alter-self she needed to become in order to truly appreciate what it was like to live on the other side. Her chest heaved up and down as each breath she took became shorter than the last, speeding up in order to handle the immense oxygen requirements needed to keep her functional, Zeddi trembling on her lap as they anticipated the moment they’d have to bounce off of it if they wanted to keep functional use of their legs. Then, the ripping started.
Sam had once cracked a joke about how she had a sort of “death row” for clothing she particularly despised, and once a month she’d take those pieces out back and put them out of their misery in a glorious, splendorous display of raw power. It was the darkest brand of humour she had on her, but it wasn’t entirely off-base; no clothes could possibly survive her transition to the lycanthropic state, and she couldn’t exactly go places without having clothes on, so whenever that time of the month approached and the couple had to be somewhere, she made sure to wear the worst pieces she had on hand, purely so they could at least have a proper send-off. It also served as a warning for whenever anyone saw her dressed like that: the full moon was coming, and she was going to burst soon enough.
Why exactly they thought going to a party right as the next transformation cycle was due to take place was, frankly, anyone’s guess but theirs; Zeddi and Sam had grown so accustomed to this part of their lives that it could be said they’d grown too accustomed to it, having forgotten that most people didn’t normally deal with the sort of explosive growth spurt that turned Sam from an already-imposing, muscular amazon into a creature of pure primal power, one also possessed of… rather sizeable assets as well. For the smaller wolf though, it was just another part of their month, a regular feature that they just had to plan around, for they had no other choice; what were they going to do, tell the moon to stop circling around the planet? They’d have more luck blowing it up.
Or, perhaps, they had finally reached a point where they were at least semi-consciously comfortable with the notion of deliberately doing it in front of other people, rather than it just being an inevitable part of their life; it was hard to really explain, given that so much of their conscious thought process was subsumed by the veritable clouds of pheromones that Sam produced during her transformation, which played merry hell with both their heads until they could no longer truly say they were in control of their own decisions. Zeddi leaving their seat was more instinctive than anything else; they had learned the hard way that unless they wanted to be flattened underneath an enormous rod, they should get out of the way before it emerged, because otherwise they would just keep on holding onto their better half for the full duration of her change.
As for Sam herself, the next stages of her animalistic shift came right after her clothes burst open and turned into a disparate cloud of tatters: as if it weren’t enough that her entire body was throbbing as if being filled by some sort of foot pump, leaving her just slightly bigger every time her form “relaxed” inwards, her curves were being… magnified. That’s the word she chose to use when describing the process to herself; it wasn’t like she was growing bigger as much as her overall shape was being sculpted and reformed in such a way that every inch of it appeared more prominent than it really was, if that made the slightest amount of sense. Most of the actual size came from her frame surging upwards and the rest of her struggling to maintain some semblance of proportionality, but if anyone was asked if they thought her tits or ass were growing in excess of what they should, they’d probably nod along and drool some more; why exactly this happened was still a mystery, but at least it made passers-by too awestruck to really get in the way, so it (sort of) helped.
In the end though, the transformation was far less interested in boosting the size of her bottom, thighs and tits than it was in completely changing the way Sam’s body worked, to the point where her former sense of self no longer truly applied, at least for the duration of the full moon; such was the plight of lycanthropes everywhere, whose bestial form more often than not refused to synch up to what their regular body was like, seemingly without any sort of pattern or way to predict it. There were plenty of biological females and males whose most private parts didn’t change from one form to another, plenty more where they suffered a complete reversal, and still others that mixed and matched in a variety of different ways; come the full moon and lycanthropes the world over would be turned into a stunningly wide range of forms that were only brought together by their trigger, that big reflective disco ball hanging above their heads, untouchable, yet so close that a few werecreatures always tried to jump high enough to swipe it off the sky whenever they felt like it was at the tip of their claws… Sam themselves included, though they’d tried to keep a lid on that particular instinct as of late.
The bench they were sitting on didn’t last long, and neither did the wooden boards that it was resting on, given the sudden increase in weight that Sam’s body underwent: the musculature had begun to set in. From lean and athletic to bulky, powerful, at times oddly disproportionate as the individual muscle groups bulged outwards without consulting the neighboring ones, leaving Sam to be buried underneath an avalanche of muscle mass that very rarely settled properly until the transformation was fully complete. Sam didn’t mind though; it was always heavenly, being able to be buried by their own neckbulk, watching as the world outside vanished completely as their field-of-view was taken up by their own body, leaving them with naught but the tiniest little sliver of night sky directly above them.
They knew that, ultimately, this was just a temporary state; once their body woke up and began redistributing mass, their head would stand proud above a trunk-like neck that would itself look incredibly miniscule compared to those broad shoulders and colossal chest it was standing on, to say nothing of their rock-solid abs, or the legs that could easily crush a steel girder into a thin wafer just with a minor clench. Even their breasts were subsumed by this all-consuming muscle madness, with their mass “setting” in a way that, despite their obviously bloated form and enormous size, it was always hard to tell whether they were still breasts or “merely” extremely enhanced and well-toned pectorals. Certainly didn’t help that they were still milky anyway, but who was really paying attention to details at that point?
This, of course, came prepackaged with a surge in overall height that always left Sam scrambling for any amount of room they could find around them; in that case, the lycanthrope had to quickly crawl out from under the porch that they and Zeddi had sat at, taking out several support beams in the process. The whole thing collapsed just as Sam’s paws cleared the disaster area, and with them safely in the middle of the backyard, it was no wonder that the sounds of the party had begun to dim and peter out; after all, the transformation was taking place in full view of anyone who bothered to look out the window, and with how loud Sam was being, how unashamedly open they were with their moans, there wasn’t a single person in the party house that wasn’t already looking out at what was happening, or in the process of finding a window to do so. As for Zeddi, the smaller wolf could only carefully approach Sam while keeping a respectful distance, knowing that the biggest change was yet to come; the last time they got greedy and tried to jump onto their mate before their transformation was done, they nearly got jettisoned into low orbit from how explosive the final stages were, and while nothing bad happened on the way down, it wasn’t something they were keen to try again.
Because, despite everything, the immense growth that made Sam easily break through the twenty-foot-tall line, the bulky musculature that made them look like a career bodybuilder with a predilection for steroid abuse, the growling that would make any sane person take several steps back when their fight-or-flight instinct kicked, the lycanthropic shift still hadn’t reached its apex. Sam’s body was mostly in the state that it would be for the rest of the night, but there still remained one thing that had to be made manifest, the one that would truly bring out the beast within the former wolfess: their cock, and the accompanying pair of balls.
One might expect them to be large, given the absolutely gigantic werewolf that they were about to be attached to; taking up most of the backyard and looking like what would happen if a muscle fetishist got access to a genetic modification program in real life, one could be forgiven for thinking it would merely be big, rather than the colossal, impossibly gigantic rod of turgid, leather-like cockmeat that it truly would become. It was always funny seeing everyone’s first reaction to being near that beast, especially seeing how quickly it came in, and judging from the way that Sam had unfortunately aimed himself, with his lower body turned firmly towards the party house… well, they better hope that their insurance policy was up to speed, or, failing that, that the luck of the die was with them that night, because Sam’s package was merciless.
One minute, it just didn’t exist, with Sam’s lower lips still perfectly visible as he spread his legs wide and made sure both of his hands worked it over thoroughly. The next, heralded only with the most imperceptible of quivering, perhaps even the shifting of air currents as the universe prepared the area immediately around the giant for what was about to happen, no one in the house could see Sam anymore. There was something in the way, something that to the untrained eye would resemble a solid wall of black fur stretching all the way from the bottom of the ground floor all the way to the roof and beyond, its hirsute surface pushing heavily against the glass on the windows, leaving clearly musk-scented stains on their outer layers… in addition to a few radial cracks as the pressure mounted to a point where the interior of the two-story house wouldn’t be safe from it much longer.
No one there knew what that wall was, but their primal brains did, the part of them that was happy to make ridiculous inferences based only on their errant thoughts and inexplicable arousal; and indeed, would they to look at it from the outside, they would receive confirmation that the “wall” was, indeed, merely the small section of Sam’s nuts that they could see from inside the house, barely even a tenth of their full girth. The giant werewolf had been pushed backwards by the force of his cumtanks emerging from his body, the structure they slammed into miraculously spared complete destruction by some random act of fate… though not for long, as those nuts didn’t come alone; quite the contrary, in fact.
High above them, already spurting cum at a rate that would put even other lycanthropic breeders to shame, was a cock, if it could even be called that; it seemed to beckon for adjectives and comparisons beyond the purely anatomical, calling for worship from all those who laid eyes upon it, given its almost absurd size. It was very easily bigger than Sam himself was, so much so that the werewolf was barely even a good measuring rod for his own rod; when he eventually managed to get himself back up, whenever that happened, the only reason he would ever be able to move at all was his extensive experience at maneuvering himself around his own package, squeezing past his nuts until they were behind his legs in prime dragging position, while he was forced to waddle thanks to his shaft alone being wider than the full width of said legs put together.
This was when he even managed to move at all, that is; more often than not, the emergence of a mast that massive was enough to drive Sam into madness, several times to the point where they didn’t even bother getting up at all! Why should they, when they were already in the best possible place they could ever be: knocked flat on their back, paws and legs ready and waiting to rub and knead at their nuts, arms pulling his cock onto his chest so that he could give it an hours-long, very tight hug that would surely leave the whole neighborhood completely flooded. Honestly, it was nothing short of a small miracle that he even had any thoughts beyond self-exploration at all, a true testament to their self-control if nothing else.
Now, however, was Zeddi’s time to shine… or at least do what they always did and hope for the best, if one wasn’t feeling charitable. No matter how many times this happened, no matter how regularly and identically the transformation took place, the smaller wolf was always, without fail, left stunned and in complete awe of what they were seeing, having to force their way through their own arousal just to be able to make it through five seconds without immediately experiencing climax. That they were outdoors didn’t really do much for the pheromone concentration either; hell, given the lack of wind, the mind-altering scents had a tendency of congregating all around that perfect sculpture of a woof, enough that Zeddi’s eyes were already half-lidded before they could do anything about it.
From there, things progressed like they usually did: the smaller wolf tried their best to climb up the bigger one, failed utterly, and was eventually picked up by the scruff of the neck before being dropped somewhere on the prodigious amounts of chest fluff that Sam now had on full display; it at least gave them something to hold onto when the giant werewolf began the arduous task of getting back on their feet, which usually took the better part of ten or so minutes thanks to all the weight they were carrying below the waist. In between getting their legs in the right position, avoiding any unnecessary squishing and actively ignoring the burning need for stimulation coming in from their loins, Sam’s bestial side looked more like a turtle flipped on its back than the glorious monster that they were, utterly undignified… at least until they found their balance, and everything was turned around in their favour.
Heaving his body upwards was always the best part of the transformation, at least for Sam himself. There was something viscerally satisfying about imposing himself like that on the world, for him to go from lying on his back and somewhat easy to underestimate to his fullest standing height, unmistakably magnificent and beyond anyone’s ability to ignore: if not the impossibly massive pillar of cockmeat and the two overproductive cum factories beneath it, then it’d be the rippling, bulging, almost sculpture-like musculature adorning his body, glistening under the moonlight as sweat poured down his frame from the physical exertion of the transformation itself. Barring that, the musk usually took care of whatever stragglers were left behind, though Sam himself preferred not to rely on it too much; it felt like cheating, plus it raised a whole bunch of uncomfortable questions about whether or not the little ones were truly in control of themselves if they had their brains so addled by the scent.
A good nudge or two was often more than enough to push them away though, and besides, Sam only had eyes for his little Zeddi; still there, stuck to his chest, holding on for dear life over ten feet above the ground, their face scrunched up as they breathed in the pheromone cloud and tried their best not to succumb to it, bringing a smile to the giant’s face in the process. How small they were, how easy to grab hold of in just one hand, to bring up so they could meet face-to-face and Sam could plant a big, sloppy, tongue-dominate smooch on their entire body, leaving the poor thing covered in saliva from top to bottom; not that they minded, obviously, but it still needed a lot of bathing to get the smell off after the werewolf was done.
But done with what though? Every single month was a different experience, even when he was stuck at home and unable to go on a rampage through the city; no matter how hard him and Zeddi tried to keep the moonlight out, even a fully darkened room wasn’t enough to stop at least some of the transformative process from kicking in, usually leaving Sam about the size of that room, allowing for several hours’ worth of a kind of fun that was normally barred from them for the rest of the month. And every single time was fundamentally different, every time they experimented with something new, be it a different speed, set of positions, toys, whatever else their lust-addled minds came up with; very rarely did Sam get to experience his lycanthropy out there in the open as deliberately as they had, the last time having been a couple of years prior before they even met Zeddi at all, so to suddenly be there, having chosen to come armed with no plan, no ideas, no anything other than their own arousal and an immense, immeasurably powerful need to satisfy it in some way… well, there was an entire house full of partygoers who were all more than happy to push their faces against the windows in an effort to get a good look at him, so why shouldn’t he make good use of that opportunity?
After all, there was plenty of room on his cock and balls for everyone there a few times over, and he was quite sure that the owner of the house itself wouldn’t mind if their little get-together was interrupted by a canine dick the size of a small train plowing right through it; if nothing else, it would be in the spirit of the celebrations, wouldn’t it? To indulge, to let go, to experience life, to a certain extent, without the stuffy reality of consequences and the morning after to worry about; thus, it only made sense that Sam try to spread the love by walking as close as he could without actually piercing the outer walls, carefully placing his hands on the roof as he did so. From there, he had two choices: immediately piston through the structure, or start with a good rubbing first, and given the sort of cheers he heard coming from within, as well as the fact that Zeddi themselves were enthusiastically grinding their whole body against his, then the answer was perfectly clear. Hell, it’d even glaze the whole thing in precum, making it far easier to push through when it came time to do so.
There certainly was no shortage of lubricant either, what with the two nuts he’d spent some time gently squishing behind him being so full by default that Sam found it difficult to even take a step at all without gushing at least a few gallons of the stuff. He couldn’t help it either; his was an existence dedicated wholly to the pursuit of pleasure, to the heightening of sensations, to raw self-indulgence without any concern for what may come afterwards, even if that same attitude had, more than once, landed him in serious trouble for some of the stuff he’d done when under the “spell” of his moonlight-fueled transformation. It was liberating, in an odd sort of way, to not have to worry about the things that he did when he was smaller, when he was the other Sam, the other half of his strange duality whose job it was to try and compromise the existence of these two disparate individuals within her.
The smaller wolfess was concerned with matters of the mind; the bigger wolf cared only for those of the body, and not even the complicated ones. No matter how many times Sam told herself that she’d keep her thoughts with her when transforming, he never quite managed to hold onto those complicated strings of correlates and complicated rationalizations, not when his body was so… primal. There was no room for thought there, not when he was a twenty-foot giant with balls nearly as big as he was and a cock that he could hug and have trouble going all the way around; hell, there was barely room in there for more carnal thoughts, what with most of the werewolf’s thought process being dominated entirely by the need to find the nearest willing partner and shove his dick into them in whatever way he could. And with no one around capable of taking it, then the house would just have to do.
Zeddi still tried to dissuade their mate, whenever they remembered that’s what they were supposed to be doing; most of the time though, they were too busy rubbing themselves over a patch of fur the size of their whole body, or just outright sniffing the musk in the air until they were drunk off of it to really do anything else, regardless of how much they insisted they were capable of resisting the allures and charms of their better half. It was a complicated dance that the two of them played, with Zeddi insisting they were crucial in holding back Sam’s most destructive instincts and Sam trying their level best not to bring up the fact that his mate spent most of their time cumming their brains out and screaming for his name. Best not disturb that particular nest of bees unless absolutely necessary, otherwise Zeddi might just grow awkward enough to not put their all into it; they might be small, but they packed an almost supernatural amount of energy into that body of theirs, no matter how fragile it looked, and it wouldn’t be the first time that Sam ran out of energy before their mate did, unlikely as that might seem. Then again, the werewolf had a tendency to overextend and eat into far too much of his stamina whenever he got going, so that probably explained it; could he really be blamed though, when he had a body as glorious as his own? Honestly, it’d be a waste if he didn’t make full use of it as often as he could!
Such were the thoughts that occupied Sam’s mind as he grinded away at one of the house’s outer walls, having to take care not to sink his hands too deeply into the roof, lest he collapse the whole thing like he did with that gymnasium that one time; just enough that he had the right amount of leverage to buck his hips, gradually and slowly, rubbing his colossal shaft over as much of the building as he could, tongue already lolling out with a thick curtain of drool falling from his maw, hot breath rolling out in visible clouds in the cold winter air. It took everything he had not to just speed up and start using that building as his personal stress relief toy, angling his cock in order to properly spear it and then ravage it from within; he knew, deep down, that he’d very much hurt the people inside if he did so, and owed it to them to at least wait until they all evacuated before he tried anything of the sort.
Thankfully, the partygoers all got the right idea, though they weren’t exactly pouring out into the street as much as they were trampling over one another to get to the backyard, that they may be the first ones to experience Sam’s brand new body; very few of them had ever seen a lycanthrope of that size up close, and even fewer had been able to actually touch them. None, not a one, had had the privilege of full access to one during a rutting, much less one with a package so massive they could probably get lost on it… or in it, if they were ever so lucky enough.
So they ran. They ran at top speed, hoping to beat everyone else to the nearest piece of man meat that they could get their hands on, regardless of the fact that there was plenty enough to share at least five or so times over; all the little ones could think of, their minds and decision-making processes warped by the thick, all-permeating curtain of musk, was to grab onto some part of Sam and then spend the rest of the night worshipping it to the best of their ability. Anything less would be unacceptable, especially with someone like that colossal werewolf; and it just so happened that this frantic exodus towards their newest object of adoration played wonderfully into Sam’s plans, because as soon as he saw the last few people slamming the back door shut behind them, there was nothing else standing in his way.
No stragglers, no lives, no injuries, nothing but his own desire, and that last one was practically shouting in his ear to stop thinking about it and just shove that cock somewhere already; thus, with a non-insignificant amount of effort, Sam slowly stopped himself from grinding against the side of the house, trailing bits of wood as he leaned backwards and began pushing his cock downwards, only stopping when it was perpendicular to the wall he was planning on puncturing. There probably wouldn’t be a house left after he was done, but frankly, Sam was done caring about that; that cock had to go somewhere.
Everyone in the neighborhood heard it when that pillar of thick meat came crashing through two outside and several inner walls, a cacophony of splintered wood, shattered plaster and the unmistakable noise of a structure collapsing in on itself, groaning in pain as it was so thoroughly violated from within. It was little more than a hole now, something for Sam to fuck to his heart’s content even if it had just been a perfectly usable domicile mere seconds earlier. The first thrust alone was enough to get the werewolf giant from one side to another, his back arched forward ever so slightly in order to properly hilt himself as far as he could go; nevermind the fact that he was so big that doing so forced his knot to pop out almost instantly and make short work of whatever was left of the facade serving as the entry point, let alone the sheer amount of damage done to the insides of that poor home, which had been reduced to a heap of rubble and debris that only grew more pulverized with each inch of ground it lost to Sam’s cock.
As soon as the giant began to pull back in order to give it a second go, there was just no way the house could survive; though some of it was left, mostly on top of the werewolf’s rod and whatever was left of the ground floor and foundation, the majority of it had been thoroughly pulverized, existing only as a fine mist and the occasional heap of trash covered in a thick layer of musky precum. It probably didn’t help that Sam was already in what he considered to be full flow; his pre alone was enough to put most other lycanthropes’ orgasmic release to shame, something that he took an inordinate amount of pride on, and also the main reason why he tried to enjoy himself as much as he could before the full climax forced its way through, because once it came…
… thoughts for later. For the time being, the house had been wrecked and he had nothing else to turn his attention towards, so with this display of raw power having satisfied his lust (even if just temporarily), Sam allowed himself to lean back onto the pair of hyperactive cum factories that had not stopped growing ever since he initially transformed, by that point being about twice as tall as he was, several times wider, and stuffed so tightly that even having the werewolf’s full body lying on top of them didn’t do much to change the way they looked. Their surface seemed rigid, almost hard to the touch, but Sam knew better; he knew how soft they truly were, how their skin rumbled, practically vibrated, serving as the most perfect massage chair he could ever ask for. In fact, were it not for Zeddi still being there, firmly attached to his chest fluff still, the werewolf giant might just have spent the rest of his night lying atop his throne of nutflesh, hands busy with a shaft that would only grow bigger as well, until things reached their tipping point and those two cumtanks violently expelled their contents all over the neighborhood, the ones around it, and a significant portion of the suburbs beyond them if the wind was feeling generous.
But that night, that night was special, because Zeddi was there, and Sam remembered something about the two of them deciding that they should try a new approach; was this why he had transformed out in public, seemingly without any kind of restraints, means of control, or even a simple plan, where he could just fuck a house so hard it stopped existing as a single structure? Was this why he had several dozen people stuck to his nuts, trying desperately to climb on top of them, never knowing that their rate of growth made such a thing a fool’s errand? It’d certainly explain a few things, but why exactly the two of them would ever agree on such a thing was beyond him; surely, even Zeddi wouldn’t be so stupid as to think they could control where things went so well that they could avoid disaster? There was a very good reason why Sam avoided public transformations without at least several layers of contingencies and a few phone calls to local emergency services.
Well, no better way to find out than to ask. It felt rude to just pluck Zeddi from where they were so comfortably humping a small section of his fur-coated chest, but Sam knew that the smaller wolf would understand; weren’t they the ones who insisted that they knew just how to steer the transformative madness in just the right way to keep it from being too destructive? Surely, being deprived of a piece of floof wouldn’t be enough to get them to sulk… even if they did look incredibly upset when they were one again picked up by the scruff of the neck and unceremoniously dumped on top of Sam’s muzzle. It was amazing how little the werewolf noticed that it hadn’t just been his nuts growing, but to someone like him, growing had become such a regular part of his life that it was easy for his brain to tune it out; hence why he didn’t question it when his mate plopped down and could snugly fit on the tip of his nose, absolutely miniscule compared to the absolute titan they claimed to be able to control.
Even then, it still took a while for Zeddi to float back down to something resembling reality, and even longer until they were ready to talk properly; once that much was accomplished though, it was clear that the wolf was either incredibly embarrassed at having failed to live up to expectations, or they were trying to pretend like they weren’t still incredibly horny and in need of some kind of stimulation. Probably both, now that Sam thought about it.
“Hey,” the giant murred, trying his best not to be too loud, lest he end up shaking Zeddi’s bones into gelatin, “missed you.”
The smaller wolf took this opportunity to not reply with words, and instead tighten the hug they were already giving their much larger partner’s muzzle, along with a soft smooch for good measure. With the way their eyes were glazed and unfocused, it was clear to Sam that he wouldn’t be able to extract any actual conversation out of his mate; this was… fine though, or at least he assumed it was. Plenty more opportunities to discuss what he had in mind, plus it gave him an opportunity to start playfully (and carefully) running the very tip of one of his claws along Zeddi’s back, providing something akin to a massage with a non-zero chance of missing fur; they liked that though, gave things a bit of an “edge” that they wouldn’t normally have, and as soon as Sam heard the noises coming out of his mate’s throat, he knew he’d hit the sweet spot.
He just wished that they could’ve actually talked it out, because there were just so many questions left about why in blazes they decided to let the transformation happen the way that it did that Sam felt slightly embarrassed about it; a new emotion, to be sure, and one that he didn’t remember ever feeling when in his bestial form. Usually it was a mixture of godlike power, unbelievably spiked libido and a thirst for physical stimulation that couldn’t be quenched no matter how much of anything was thrown at him, but now that he looked back at the crowd trying and failing to climb onto his nuts, his cock rising upwards towards the clouds and even his own body becoming ever increasingly larger… it just didn’t feel the same without Zeddi there to walk beside him, maybe even in a form as massive as his own. He’d considered sharing his condition with them, but the smaller wolf had always rejected the offer, stating (with some truth to it) that if the two of them were to indulge one another, then whole cities would end up flattened every month.
This wasn’t exactly wrong, though in his current state, Sam couldn’t really find any reason why that would be a bad thing; surely, if they would ever want anything at all, it’d be the ability to completely destroy vast swaths of the landscape with their passion, their utmost devotion to one another, no? What better way to show off how much they adored one another than to let the whole world see their mutual love, in its rawest, purest form? And yet, there was something in the werewolf that told him that this wasn’t as easy as he’d like to believe it was, the same voice that tried to remind him of the things that he constantly forgot about: himself, as the other Sam. Herself. The wolfess, the smaller, and yet still so terrifyingly imposing amazon who had met Zeddi in that bar a couple of years prior and ended up spending a night of ardent passion with them, only to wake up with them carrying a plate of delicious pancakes and some juice for breakfast, when she’d expected the whole thing to be a one-night stand and nothing else.
It was such a cheesy, ridiculously sappy moment, and yet she couldn’t deny that it was more than anyone else had ever done for her in such a situation, and from there things just… got going. And they were far different things than what Sam was usually accustomed to: no need to go wild every month in the constant search for new and heightened sensations, because she had Zeddi there; no more trying to convince herself that having a lustful rampage whenever the moon was full was just a necessary part of her life, when she had the wolf there to warm her bed, warm her side, warm her heart. It left Sam, this Sam, the hulking brute with nuts too big for him to even carry and a body so massive he could probably flatten a cargo freighter without even breaking a sweat, wondering if this unending need for more that his bestial self felt wasn’t some kind of residual effect.
After all, the transformation only occurred once a month, and the other Sam made sure not to think too much about what her animalistic side might be doing at any given time inside of her. She’d had two years or so to reconsider her approach to life, to learn how to live in a completely different way now that she had Zeddi there with her, now that the two of them could help fill the gaps they didn’t even know they had; comparatively, this Sam, the giant werewolf Sam, had barely had a month’s worth of full moons in order to mull it over, most of which was time spent going just as mad with lust as he usually did. And yet, over the course of those two years he’d spent with his better half, even he couldn’t deny that something had changed; no longer did he immediately begin upturning vehicles and loudly calling out for whatever lycanthrope might be nearest, nor did he grind against the ground until whole sections of road were utterly collapsed… and not because he couldn’t either.
There was something about being stuck indoors during the transformations, or at least going through them with a whole fire department next to him, that had stunted his ability to process them properly, and now that he was out here in the great, unsupervised wide outdoors, now that his initial need for sexual satisfaction had been fulfilled thanks to the oh-so-convenient house located so close to his transformation site… what was left? Himself, Zeddi on him, and a physical form that was too big for the two of them to be truly intimate with one another, which was all he really wanted. Anyone with his condition could wreck houses with their dicks, but it took a truly special bond, just like the one he shared with the smaller wolf, for there to be true bliss; not just carnal self-indulgence, but happiness. He wanted a domestic life with that cute little fucker; why did he have to be so big?
And yet, despite all this, Zeddi was still just as eager to snuggle up as they always were, at least once the lust cleared out of their system and they returned to a more cognizant state. They couldn’t be blamed for initially faltering, as after all, even Sam himself had his little moment where he utterly destroyed an entire house by plowing through it with his cock, and even now he had to contend with his nuts constantly filling up thanks to him choosing not to empty them out all over the neighborhood like he usually did. It’d be unfair to judge Zeddi for failing to resist something that he himself completely crumbled before as well; what mattered is that now, after the two of them had their own time in order to get everything out of their system, they were properly together, rather than simply physically close to one another… and honestly, was that not enough?
Why should they want for anything else other than one another’s presence when it was everything they could ever possibly desire? Hell, just as Sam tried to focus on the tiny little thing on his muzzle, wondering to himself if they could even see his smile, so too did Zeddi do their best to look up at the absolute giant that was their mate; they had only seen them that large a couple of times before, before the two of them got together and the monthly bursts of size became more compact, but never before had Sam ever gotten that big and still kept growing utterly unimpeded. Huge enough to crush houses underfoot with very little difficulty, sure, but never to the degree where he could literally house an entire suburb on a single cumtank and still have most of its surface area to spare; never so much cockmeat that it blocked out the very moonlight, leaving the two of them in a warm, musk-scented shade. Never with their production so rampant and uncontrolled that the only thing they could hear was the churning of cum and the sloshing of countless thousands of gallons of thick spunk, yearning to be released in the most climactic, explosive orgasm possible… and with each second that passed, it all only got worse.
It was obvious, from the way things were going, that the calm look on Sam’s face was nothing more than a facade, a fiction cooked up by the giant werewolf purely to help keep their much smaller mate from panicking at the prospect of the biggest climax yet… which did very little, considering all the evidence surrounding that tiny smile that Sam’s body was not built for that sort of self-denial.
It hadn’t even been ten minutes since he last vented some of that pressure and already he could be seen beyond the horizon. For Sam, the experience was hard to describe, as while he was fully aware of what his body was trying to tell him, he nonetheless insisted to himself that he wasn’t going to give in to his more animalistic desires; not that time, not that night, not with Zeddi there in front of him and reminding him of all the wonderful times they had in their time together. This was an experience of intimacy, not just sexual release, and by the heavens above, Sam was going to treat it like one, damn the consequences or basic, observable reality; so what if he felt like he was about to pop from the pressure, or that his eardrums were already aching from the noise created by that wall of rumbling nutflesh that threatened to engulf his entire body if he didn’t do something about it? He had Zeddi there, and that should be enough. It wasn’t, but it should be… and that much left him feeling so conflicted that he really just didn’t know what to do.
He loved them, that much was a certainty, and they loved him just as much, so why was it that their mutual companionship wasn’t enough? Why was it that, despite everything, despite having fully transformed, having used his body the way it was supposed to and now having decided to spend some quality time with his better half, it still left him feeling… unsatisfied? It couldn’t be that the two of them weren’t meant to be, that much was a thought too painful for Sam to process, but he also refused to accept that his transformed body had a mind of its own, demanding sustenance in the form of complete submission to its hormonal needs. It raised far too many questions that he didn’t want answered, questions that became more and more prominent the longer he refused to pose them; as far as Sam cared, Zeddi being there should be enough, so that’s exactly how he was going to treat things.
In sharp contrast, the smaller wolf, being fully aware of what was going through their partner’s head, suddenly found themselves in an untenable position. They couldn’t really give Sam what they needed in order to understand that it was perfectly fine to succumb to pleasure every once in a while (in fact, did they not do that once a month already, albeit in far more controlled circumstances?), but given the size disparity and the ambient noise, they couldn’t shout at him that he was being a silly idiot about it either. They could wave their arms around, hoping to maybe catch Sam’s attention, but what then? Neither of them knew sign language, and with the wall of nutflesh encroaching from behind him, Sam’s ears were already starting to be muffled by his own body anyway, taking away the option of speech entirely.
The noose was tightening in front of Zeddi’s eyes, and as they looked around to realize that they couldn’t even see their surroundings anymore, just an endless supply of werewolf, werewolf cock and werewolf nuts, they felt like shouting in frustration. Why was Sam like this? He knew full well that his smaller mate was perfectly fine with him letting loose, as long as it didn’t cause too much damage to his surroundings; by denying himself like that, Sam was doing far worse for everyone else than if he just kept grinding against what amounted to the party house’s rubble, and all for this odd notion that Zeddi’s company should be enough to satisfy him. Oh, the giant had been through that scenario in his head so many times that his mate knew exactly the way it went, and despite their best efforts, the smaller wolf could never quite get through to him or her; every single time, this endless worry resulted in the lycanthrope going down a stubbornness spiral that inevitably claimed at least one piece of upholstery before they came back to their senses. Suddenly, deciding to have that month’s transformation out in the open, where Sam could fully bathe in moonlight, without any safety precautions in place, didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.
But what to do? The options available to Zeddi were limited, even more so as the clock inexorably advanced onwards and the giant werewolf’s size only got worse, up until Sam’s eyes grew increasingly half-lidded, heralding their inevitable descent into lust-fuelled madness. If Zeddi wanted to have some semblance of control over what happened, they had to do something now… though what? What could they possibly do that would help them take charge of the situation? Sam was an absolute titan and they were just a tiny little runt by comparison; plus, it wasn’t as if they could rely on lycanthropic powers of their own.
Yet.
The idea flashed by their mind as quickly as it tried to run away from it, right before Zeddi yanked it back to the forefront of their consciousness; it wouldn’t get away that easily, not when all other scenarios had been run out and their respective pros and cons ceased being a meaningful factor altogether. Of all times, this one was the only one where the wolf could see themselves accepting the gift-curse of lycanthropy, if only because they knew for a fact that, if not for them, then no one would be able to withstand the absolutely monstrous torrent of horny energy that was sure to be unleashed upon the world the moment Sam grew big enough to overpower their increasingly fragile sense of self.
And, to be fair, at the point that the giant werewolf was at, would it really be that much more damaging to everything around them if there were two of them running around? Considering the sort of control that Zeddi could exercise if they were big enough… if, of course, they managed to hold onto their own sanity, rather than losing it completely upon their first transformation. They’d be lying if they said they thought their chances were anything but marginal and slim, but what else was there? What other option did they have, now that all others had been exhausted, now that their body was smaller than Sam’s nose, and the ground was so far down that Zeddi had to try exceptionally hard not to look back in order to keep a serious case of vertigo from paralyzing them completely. Ultimately, the only thing keeping them from diving headfirst into the whole thing was the underlying fear that, come the next full moon, the two of them would be unable to control themselves, even if they locked their bedroom door and waited inside for night to pass… but, at the same time, was it not time for them to move forward as a couple? Why was Zeddi so scared about the possibility that they would suddenly become dysfunctional?
Their libidos were already the stuff of legend, and their furniture repair and replacement budget was proof positive of that; worrying about a hypothetical future where they’d be unable to hold back was a concept that grew thinner and weaker the more Zeddi gave it any amount of thought, because frankly, they already failed to control themselves every time the full moon came knocking. It just so happened that they did so behind closed doors where no one could see them, or in front of a lot of witnesses with tranquilizer darts, rather than out in the open like that.
How silly of them, to think that turning into a werewolf themselves would make anything be different. Perhaps this was the biggest mistake of them all, to assume that the initial reason for refusing the transformation back when the two of them first got together even remotely held up after spending so much time exploring one another’s sexuality to such a point where structural damage to whatever building was next to them was an expected part of their monthly monster madness. Hell, considering the amount of scratches on their own bedroom’s ceiling, there really wasn’t a lot that had escaped their passion, making any concerns about damage to their house a moot point by default; so what were they even waiting for?
It was going to be difficult to reach Sam’s teeth, seeing as the giant werewolf’s head alone was about the size of a small skyscraper and only becoming bigger, but Zeddi knew that they had to try anyway. A bite was impossible at that point, but the whole point of one was to get the lycanthrope’s saliva into the “victim’s” bloodstream, and that much was easily accomplished by the smaller wolf slightly cutting themselves and letting the copious amounts of drool cascading down onto the ground run over the wound. Once that was done, then the transformation could begin, and after a few minutes, they would be… well, not as big, but certainly big enough to actually matter rather than the speck of dust they were at that moment. It was still a gamble, and a highly risky one at that, and there was absolutely no guarantee that it would do anything other than make things worse. But they had to try anyway.
For Sam. | yiff-extreme |
(M TF Cow)
Only the rough n rugged came from the old world, survived the long boat ride to the west and settled down in the new frontier. Hot, dry, and unforgiving; the land here wasn't for the faint of heart, you need to roll up your sleeves and get your hands dirty to make an honest living out of the dust and wind. So how Allan ended up here was a bit baffling. Wearing small, round armless glasses perched on his nose, base brown hair neatly combed back, and an inexpensive suit; it looked like he accidentally got on the wrong boat when he first arrived in the township of Dustbowl. Allan was willing to work for his living and did not mind the heat none- but willingness does not make one able.
Oh he tried his hand at various labors, and generally failed, because he isn't very physically strong at all. Most of the women in Dustbowl could beat him in an arm wrestle, never mind the men. The best he could manage was a job cleaning the local 'Dry Water Saloon'. Normally cleaning and serving was a woman's work- their pretty faces attracted more customers- but the bartender Billiard Bill felt sorry for Allan and wasn't one to turn down help. He just made sure Allan stuck to cleaning, and left the waiting to the women. Bill looked intimidating on account of his false eye he had crafted out of the 8 ball off a billiard table, but he was a friendly enough fellow. Allan was only on the job for two days before trouble found him again- had barely introduced himself to all the other staff by then.
Jeremiah the Black Powder he was called- several of his missing teeth replaced with small bullets set into his gums instead. This is many a year before people realized how poisonous led is, mind you... might explain why he is a little unstable, at times. Like a keg of black powder. Jaw shaped like a cinder block, dressed in sun bleached leathers with a six shooter at his hip at all times. He and two boys kicked the door open, laughing among themselves about to order a drink when they see Allan mopping a spilled drink up at the back of the bar.
"Hey boys- that is the flattest woman I ever seen round these parts, ahaha." Jeremiah stomped over to Allan and shoved him. "Why ain't you doin' no real work, boy? Your skin looks so soft, I bet you haven't done a day's work in your life."
"W-w-well, I tried many jobs around the town, sir. I did not quite fit in; this was the first job I could do proper."
Jeremiah shoved him again. "Oh I fuckin' bet. Pathetic little thing, ain't ya? Soft meat- bet you'd taste good slow-cooked over a spit... HAHAHA."
Another man stood up from his seat- an odd looking fellow in rather ratty looking attire with fully grey hair in spite of not at all looking old enough to have grey hair. "Aw, come on Jeremiah."
Jeremiah looked at the familiar face and sighed. "Always sticking your nose were it don't belong, Seren?" Seren walked up to Jeremiah, but was immediately punched in the face. "You stand for this weakling, but will you take a hit for him too?"
Seren sighed, rubbing his face where the fist hit. "I suppose, if that is what it came to. Heh, we both know I am not worth the effort though."
Jeremiah faked a punch, pausing his fist just before striking Seren again. This would not be the first time. Seren often stepped in when things got ugly and attempted diplomacy- though almost always failing, and instead getting beaten in place of someone else. There was something unsatisfying about hitting him though... and something a bit unsettling. Jeremiah stopped his fist only half an inch from his nose, but Seren did not so much as blink in response, never mind attempt to get out of the way. Everyone else feared Jeremiah's volatile personality, but Seren didn't fear anything. One of Jeremiah's boys growled at the two men and put a hand on his revolver, but Bill cleared his throat loudly from behind the counter, making sure the man seen that his own arms were reaching for something. You so much as try to clean your gun in his bar- the moment that weapon leaves the sheath; Bill pulls out the shotgun from under the counter.
It remained stressful just being in the saloon with Jeremiah and his goons, but once they left Allan could breathe easy again, and made sure to thank Seren, who was quick to brush off his act as nothing. Toward the end of his shift, one of the bar maidens Danellia caught sight of Allan looking burned out and went over to comfort him.
"Hey, more work than you thought, huh?" She said it teasingly with a smile.
Allan smiled and chuckled. "Oh, the work is fine. Just... tired of being so... pathetic."
"Awww, hey don't let what Jeremiah said get to you- he is a fucking moron. Trust me, he has forced his hands on me many a time- he is an asshole to everyone."
"Well, he is still more cowboy than I will ever be. Figured I would toughen up just being out here but... nope." He took his glasses off, breathing on the lens and using his shirt to clean it off. "Sometimes I wish I had been born a cow- be much easier than trying to be a cowboy, haha."
She sighed, muttering under her breath half to herself. "Could have that arranged."
"Hmm?"
"Oh, nothing, just reminded me of a friend I have back in the old kingdom."
"And she can... turn people into cows?"
Danellia laughed. "Aye, well, if all she has written me is true. Alchemy is a crazy art, and she writes me of how it has been advancing by leaps and bounds as of late."
Allan looked at her with a bit of a glimmer in his eyes. "Truly?! She could?"
"I mean- er- what- w- you can't be serious?!"
And so Allen went with Danellia after their shifts to her place- a small ranch house at the edge of town, hosting cows mostly, though she also had a portly pig and a horse for getting around. First to explain themselves was Danellia, who told Al about her friend back in the old kingdom who turns out is a Royal Alchemist. They were in the process of refining elixirs that could transmute one creature into another. The catch is, is that they were not entirely sure it worked on humans because, well, no human had ever volunteered to be turned into an animal. Next Danellia had Allan explain himself. Seems his comment was not so off the cuff- he had thought about this before. His problem has always been that people expect a lot out of him, but he is rarely able to deliver. Animals on the other hand, well; no one expects much from them, yet there are plenty of animals that do a lot of work. He would be able to live a very simple and peaceful life without ever having to worry about getting anything done, but still be able to contribute.
Danellia opened an ornate briefcase marked with the Myrmecoleon image of the royal house. She turned it to Al to show him all the dimly glowing vials firmly fit into the inner padding of the case. "I had arranged for a silver-tongued tonics salesman to take them and peddle the wears in an attempt to find a human subject on this side of the great sea. He likely won't arrive in Dustbowl for another day or two, he is returning from even further out west." She turned the case to look at the labels herself. "There are quite a few animals on this list. Even a bear."
Al laughed. "Well if I became a bear, I would end up getting shot if I remained in town. Horses do a lot of work but... maybe a bit too much, ya? I have seen men ride their steeds right into the ground. Lot of work to be done to make the land round these parts livable and every man needs a horse, so they end up doing more work than the people more often than not. Or the poor mules working for the gold rush miners- being nearly split in two with the weight of all the rocks their saddlebags are full of."
"Why not a cute dog?"
"Too much intelligence, I think. Dog has roughly the same capacity as a human child. Much as I don't care for things as they have been- might miss being a man when I am no longer. If I were a more simple animal I would not know better; ignorance is bliss."
Danellia put the case down and let out a quiet sigh. "You really have been thinking this over, huh?"
He nodded. "And I thought; what about a cow? Not a bull, but a cow. Now hear me out. Cows don't do a damn thing- they just eat and laze out in the field enjoying life. Too limited in the mind to think of the greater world to know there is anything else out there that they could want, so completely content with whatever they have." He motioned out the window to the barn across from the farmhouse. "But as you know- they contribute plenty. Cheese, milk, butter and all the other foods made with them. They contribute without really having to do anything."
"B-but if you were an animal, you wouldn't be able to eat human food or drink at a bar or-"
"Pay for food, as I could eat grass anywhere I want, and wouldn't have troubles to need to drown with drink in the first place."
She cocked her brow. "Women?"
He shrugged with a shallow grin. "Don't have any as a human, neither."
"Well you have the equipment to please 'em, bet you'd miss that- cows don't have no penis."
He shrugged again. "But if I am a cow mentally I probably won't remember having one to begin with. And I could still experience pleasure, just... from the other side of things."
Danellia sighed louder this time, and paused for a full minute in thought without saying a word. "You... really want to do this, huh?"
"Yes ma'am. And it sounds like your friend might want me to, too."
Danellia popped out the cow elixir, holding it up to the sunlight coming in the window. "Well... fine. Suppose it isn't my place to tell you how to live your life." She held it out for him to take. "I am going to have to ask for a bit of compensation of course."
"How much is it?"
"The elixir? Nothing- but you will have to stay with me from now on."
He immediately blushed. "W-what?"
Danellia motioned out the window to the fields. "There is only two dairy farms in Dustbowl and I am one of them. Also, this elixir will take a considerable amount of time to work fully. Your body is theoretically made up of billions of lives- billions of cells. It needs to change each of those into a cows. Cells live and die off constantly in your body, but obviously if they all up and die all at once- you'd be dead too. It will be a week, maybe two before you are a full cow... maybe even longer? You are the first human to try it- but it won't be fast, I can tell you that. That however means I need to pay to feed two humans mouths till you become a grass-eater."
Allan hummed in thought. "It might be some time before I can get the money, then. I have sort of been living from payment to payment... and I can't keep working as a cleaner at the saloon if I am mutating into a cow, so I would need to get the money for my entire stay all up-front." He walks into town as a demi-cow and he would immediately be shot, mistaken for some sort of demon.
Danellia thought to herself a moment, shaking her head. This would not do- the trader arrives tomorrow or the next day unless he has been shot and robbed on his way to Dustbowl. He was originally considered the best means of getting subjects to test on, and remains the best option for all but the cow elixir. She doesn't want to hold onto the elixir for Allan and miss the opportunity to give it to the trader only to have him potentially change his mind later, and then be stuck with one elixir she cannot get rid of.
"Forget it. You won't need money as a cow, so just give me all you have now and I will take the rest when you are a cow- in the form of milk." She pointed her index at him firmly. "But understand this- you are going to be turning into an animal. I will treat you accordingly. You do as I say, no questions, got it?"
Obviously if Danellia works at the saloon during the day, she cannot also be on her ranch to milk the cows- she has two workers under her that help with the ranch work while she is off doing her second job at the saloon. One is her cousin Davis- he had to be let in on the secret but Al likely will not see much of him- he keeps the grounds and maintains the equipment, not the cows themselves. Tending to the cows is a woman by the name of Eris. Danellia leaves her instructions and Eris herself will be the one tending to the cows and making sure Allan is still alive and well during the day and hasn't mutated into a blob of random limbs and organs by mistake.
Danellia cooked him a fine dinner that night, but after dinner she seen him to the front doors. "There should be two empty stalls still, pick whichever. Eris will be by first thing in the morning when I head out to the saloon with a human breakfast for you." She chuckled. "I don't expect to start you on cow feed yet."
"O-oh... the barn, huh?"
"Well, you'll end up there eventually anyway. And no offense but we only really just met, I can't have you in the house proper with me. Like I said- people like Jeremiah been trying to make prey of me for years. A woman doesn't survive in these parts by letting her guard down."
He nodded sadly. "No, I understand ma'am. And it is right kind of ya to be doing this all for me in the first place, I appreciate."
It was hard for Al to tell if something was actually happening to him or the subtle feeling in him was just his body psyching itself out in anticipation of something happening. He made a bed for himself in one of the stalls with a block of hay and an old blanket. Well... this is what he asked for, but till his body actually changes it will be a bit awkward. By the following morning he had not changed at all, and Eris woke him to give him a nice breakfast. Since his mind hadn't devolved at all, Eris gave him a book to read to pass the time, and he was let out with the rest of the cows into the field so he spent most of the day napping in the shade of a tree at the far edge. It was so relaxing he didn't really even need the book. It was nice to just not have to think of anything for a change.
Another day went by and Al had dinner with Danellia again in the house before heading back to the barn. This went on for four days without any changes seeming to happen, at least... that he could notice. He did feel odd all over, but could not place the reason. Then he noticed by the second day that he did not need to trim his facial hair- its growth paused entirely. Then his skin started to feel oddly tight and smooth.
By the third day; much of his body hair had vanished entirely on its own during the night, making him still smoother. What he could not see on his own for a lack of a mirror- Eris and Danellia noted his adam's apple seemed to vanish from his throat and his midriff deepened as he lost a set of ribs. On day four; Danellia brought him to a full-body mirror she had in her bedroom to let him see himself. As the day had gone on he noticed his clothes fitting worse and worse- his entire body getting a bit smaller.
If he looked soft before- he looked like a flat-chested woman at this point. His skin is soft and smooth and his frame thin and feminine. Though, his hair is still short, he doesn't have plump lips or round hips, his genitals are unchanged, and he utterly lacks breasts.
He blushed brightly, hugging his loose clothing to himself. "I didn't expect... hrmm."
"What? A cow is a female bovine..."
"Well yea, but I am currently not bovine is the issue. I figured it would turn me into a cow, not turn me into a woman and then a cow."
Danellia shrugged. "Well, you're not a woman just... feminine. The elixir was never tested on a human before so... no way of knowing what it is going to change first or how quickly." She lowered her voice. "I think you're kinda cute, really."
His blush renewed, looking sheepish. "Th-thanks, I guess."
"You've another day before the next dose..."
"Oh, I need another elixir?"
"Yea, they were arranged in three rows in the case, remember? They were not ALL different species- each set has three elixirs. Using all three at once could be potentially hazardous- because if one part of your body changes completely into another species before everything else has changed at all; your body might not be able to function, for just long enough to kill you."
The next day there was a nice breeze out in the field so you could be under direct sunlight for much longer without cooking yourself. Usually the cows remain near the barn even when let out, or group up in the shade of the several trees scattered around the outskirts of the field- but today they were scattered across the entire range. Every so often Al had to quickly grab his pants and pull them back up before they fall completely off because they were much looser now. That should hopefully fix itself soon enough- it is weird that he got smaller in the first place. Women are generally smaller than men but they also have much wider hips, and cows are just much bigger overall. Allan somehow fell into an awkward in-between where he is unlike any of the three bodies he is stuck between. He wandered among the cows letting them smell him and lick his hands. The cows also enjoyed the extra attention. The bull glared at him, keeping an eye on him but did see him as a threat to the herd, so he did not charge.
Thanks to the wind Al was able to tell right away that his hair was growing unnaturally fast. At first it ruffled around more than usual, and then became wild as the breeze played with it. Before it was even noon it was long enough that it hit that awkward phase where it is just sort of all over the place all the time- but thankfully became long enough by noon that he would tuck it behind his ears to hold it in place. He noted his ears were also slightly pointy now- not cow ears, more like short elf ears at the moment. By late afternoon his formerly short hair was swirling around behind him in the wind, long enough when resting to touch the middle of his back! Yet again a feature cows don't actually have. But it made more sense now that he knew there were three doses. This was basically just setting it up- the next dose was likely more changes, and the last one to finish things up.
Eris wandered out late afternoon to check on the cows and wandered over to Al resting in his usual spot in a tree. One of the trees opposite of the barn had been hit by lightning years ago but did not die- instead it regenerated in a very low Y shape, so you can sit easily in the crook between the twin trunks as a natural chair.
Al cocked an eyebrow at her bright smile. "What?"
"Iiiii got something for youuu!" She pulled a box shaped brass bell from behind her back and a short length of rope! "Ta-daa!"
A cowbell, the same as the other cows to make sure they do not wander off. Or, if they do wander off they are very easy to find again- just listen for the bell. The surface of the metal isn't really smooth- it was hammered into the shape and soldered together, rather than forged in this shape. He smiled timidly and put it on, though had a lot of rope length to spare- but that would change when he gets the neck of an actual cow.
Al flicked the bell with his finger to ring it. "Thanks. It is a soothing sound. Oh-" He motioned across the field with a nod. "Davis is comin."
Eris and Allan watched Davis make a beeline straight for them across the field, looking out of breath. He was not even going to be on the ranch today. He quickly explains that Danellia ran over to him on a sort-of break at work to get him to run to the ranch as quickly as possible! An inspector is coming to check on the two dairies in Dustbowl, and luckily went to Danellia before simply coming to the ranch itself. Al did not understand the urgency at first- the ranch is well kept, what do they have to worry about? Well- him. There is only one health inspector- so he has seen Allan before from inspecting the saloon. He isn't in a state he wants to be seen by anyone else in at the moment, and the inspector is going to inspect everything- the only way he avoids being seen at all is simply not being on the ranch at the time... but leaving the ranch risks getting seen by any other random person.
Al glanced around, trying to spark some ideas. "Is there a hidden compartment in the house somewhere to stash things? I could just hide."
Eris furrowed her brows. "Ya'll been watchin too many of them fancy cinema reels the old kingdom has. There is barely enough regular compartments, never mind no hidden ones."
Then Eris got an idea and took his hand, running back to the house real quick with him, while Davis went to the front gate to meet the inspector. Both Davis and the inspector left for the ranch at the same time, so he had only arrived just a short bit before the inspector because he ran the whole way. Eris dashed into her boss' bedroom a moment and scrambled back out with a dress. Al took it naively for a moment before realizing what she intended to do. Allan changed enough that if he dresses like a woman the inspector will overlook him. Hide him in plain sight. Allan tried to argue for another option but there really wasn't one, the inspector's job is to look everywhere and make sure everything is how it should be. Eris shoved him into the bedroom and closed the door for him to change real quick. He did not need to swap out underwear or anything, just pop the dress on. Once he was done she used a ribbon to tie his now long hair into a pony tail.
"There! You look downright pretty."
"Hrrr... let's just get this over with."
The inspector arrived and immediately went to the cows first, but also looked around the barn at the equipment, and even questioned Davis and Eris about their wages and treatment. He also asked about the elixirs. Danellia had not exactly been keeping them a secret, so he asked them if she had used any- and they said no to avoid any trouble. The inspector mostly wanted to know if Danellia had been drugging the cows, and that really wasn't the case.
Eris stood nervously with Al beside her. He kept stepping around her to keep Eris between himself and the inspector as much as possible to avoid calling any attention to himself. Eris dawned a reserved smile, adjusting some of the ruffles of the dress for him.
"Good idea, huh? You changed quite a bit since you arrived, so no one will recognize you like that."
The inspector startled them, having walked up while they were looking at each other. "Do I know you ma'am? I feel like I recognize you."
Eris looked at him quickly. "No! That is uh, impossible. She just arrived in Dustbowl today."
He looked at his clipboard, trying to find the mentioned employees under Danellia. "And Danellia hired her today then? Or is she in the process of applying still?"
"O-oh, no, she don't work here. She is with me, just uh... we are family, cousins."
The inspector raised a brow to look at Eris, and then to the nervous looking Al. "You got a voice?"
Allan was about to stammer an answer but Eris jabbed him with her elbow to shut him up. "She don't speak English, can't understand what we are saying right now." The inspector went back to marking something on his clipboard and Eris lowered her voice to Al. "You still have a man's voice you buffoon- keep your mouth shut."
The inspector finished writing, nodded and was about to say something but was cut off by Allan letting out a surprised yelp! Allan and Eris both blushed as he stumbled a bit and everyone heard the snapping of bone! It was a good thing he switched to bare foot for his female guise, because his feet just abruptly grew longer! The soles stretched and the bones inside were growing together, fusing into a singular bone, robbing his toes of mobility.
The inspector looked half worried and half puzzled. "What the tarnation was that? It sounded like she broke both her feet while standing perfectly still!"
"S-scoliosis!" That is actually a disorder of the spine and has nothing to do with feet- but Eris is betting the inspector has never even heard of it before anyway.
"...is it contagious?!"
"No. Hereditary."
He nodded, then slowly turned to walk away. "Well... good luck with that, then."
Allan quickly stumbled his way to the barn to lean on the wall for support; his feet were still changing, making it harder and harder to stand. Davis did his best to cover for him, standing so he blocked the inspector's line of sight back to Al as Eris escorted him to the front gates to leave the ranch.
It hurt to stand on his feet normally, so while leaning most of his weight on a wall; Allan shifted his posture to sit most of his weight on the front of his foot only, lifting the rest off the ground. His ankles rose higher as the bones in his soles all became a single cannon bone each. This actually loaned him at least a foot of height. His largest and smallest toes seemed to fold back when this happened, putting them behind the others, and they lagged behind as the bone extended, turning into dew claws. The central most toe shrank away to nothing as the other two swallowed its mass, becoming very large without becoming any longer. Instead what extended was his nails which grew and thickened, turning black as the layers became thicker and they overtook the ends of his digits entirely, turning to hoof segments. Over the span of eleven minutes; his feet were replaced by cloven hooves!
Without any fur, and being so narrow and small compared to an adult cow, it was hard to tell the hooves were bovine at all. Eris and Davis tried not to laugh, watching him stagger back and forth; staying near the wall as he attempted to learn how to walk again. The hoof is technically the toenail... he obviously isn't accustomed to walking on his toenails. Gaining over a foot in height almost instantly also caused a drastic shift in his center of balance, and made him sort of feel like he is walking on stilts. The hooves are not immune to sensation, they are just very thick so you'd have to do considerable damage to be able to hurt them at all- so he can now walk bare foot over jagged gravel or broken glass and be perfectly fine. If he stepped on something like a nail- he would still get fucked up. The dew claws are too far up to be of any use normally- but they do help when navigating down a slope as extra grip, or when trying to stand up since the primary segments alone do not have much traction.
When Danellia got back from work she was relieved everything went well, and told Al to just keep the dress- his old clothes had a mighty need for a washing anyway, and she wasn't sure she wanted the dress back after a man wore it without bathing first. I mean; late 1700s- most people only bathed twice a year at best. Indoor plumbing doesn't exist yet. Danellia also reminded him at tonight's dinner; tomorrow he gets his second dose of the elixir, so be ready for more drastic changes. He actually had proper hooves now for a cow- dainty and furless still, but bovine in shape at least.
The next morning it was Danellia who woke him instead of Eris- already with the second elixir in hand. She gave him the mixture before handing him a coffee to chase it- black as tar to help wake him up. Danellia had the day off work today, so she planned to keep a close eye on Allan. The saloon was being repaired- there was a brawl yesterday and they smashed up a good bit of the furnishings. Now the brawlers are sharing a cell in the sheriff's office and can wail on each other all they like. Sheriff don't care if they beat each other senseless, so long as they don't wreck the town doing it.
Allan felt almost immediately different after drinking the elixir, though it was subtle at first and ramped up rather quickly. At first it was just an odd sensation- too subtle to identify properly apart from the feeling of anticipation. Then he felt warm, but a heat deep inside rather than surface level. Then a wave of goosebumps every so often as he shivered not from temperature but from subtle movement inside. He went to get up out of his stall and into the sun but only slumped over onto his hands and knees, puzzled a moment. His body felt incredibly weak! He was full of energy and felt like he should be fine, but when he went to actually move around it was like his own weight was hard to lift. His body's strength and energy was going to something other than its mobility.
He felt a very odd sensation that made his hips buck forward in reply- it felt like his scrotum was suddenly tightening out of the blue but then there was a feeling like something touching his scrotum from behind? He went to lift the dress skirt to check and his movements stuttered and he moaned loudly as a warmth and pressure erupted inside his balls! He could feel his scrotum pull smoother as it remained tightened but the balls within expanded! Well that is weird- neither cows nor women have balls, why would they get larger?
He lifted the skirt and pinched it between his chin and chest as he tried to examine himself; though it was very hard without a mirror or even direct lighting. The giant barn doors were open letting sun into the barn but he was still in his personal stall, so he was only getting second-hand sunlight. The skin on the back of his scrotum felt... thicker? But only on the backside. It wasn't that wrinkly either, like it would normally get when bunched up. His balls started at the size of ping pong balls and were now as big as large chicken eggs. Al kept squirming and touching it trying to figure out this new change while the feelings continued. He felt two bumps back there too, and the dense skin seemed to bulk up even more, but did not advance forward so it was still only the last third of his scrotum that seemed to be affected.
He closed his eyes tightly from the feeling of change on his head- muscle grew and gathered into the base of his ears pinching them narrow at the base as the rest of the ear changed shape to become large and leaf shaped. He progressed from his elven ears to the ears of a cow- able to pivot around individually from the head.
The dress skirt shuffled around behind him as well as he felt muscles swell up and shove against the skin at the end of his spine- stretching the skin into a cone shape before the actual bones of his spine started to extend into a proto-tail!
Danellia startled him. "Need this?"
"Ah!" He let the skirt drop from under his chin to cover himself as he tried to scramble back onto his hay bale bed, but was unable to- his body still felt weak and was harder to move than it should be.
Danellia laughed, holding out a small mirror. "It is okay- you'll be naked all the time as a cow anyway, right? Besides, I need to keep an eye on your changes, so I really should be looking. For science."
He groaned, but knew that he already agreed to do 'whatever she said', so he didn't really have a say in the matter regardless. If he had a cow's body it would be fine, but the fact he is still mostly human is what embarrassed him. Right now he is neither human nor cow, just an awkward in-between.
Danellia lifted the skirt and tossed it over to the other side of his crooked knees while he was propped with his back against the hay bale. The dense flesh behind his balls was expanding quite quickly, almost matching the rest of his scrotum in size already. She nudged one of the bumps and rolled her index on it, making Al unintentionally moan. She then held out the mirror in her other hand and angled it so he could see. Teats! The dense flesh behind his balls is a tiny proto-udder! The forming, sensitive bumps are the start of his teats! Huh, shouldn't that be growing in front of his genitals, not behind them? Although the taint is part of the penis theoretically too, so his junk starts a lot further back than you'd normally associate it with.
Now Danellia blushed, noticing his penis is fully erect and bucking every time there was a little surge of growth. "What do you say we use this thing before you lose it?" She nudged the penis.
"A-are you suggesting what I think you are?"
"Well... if you want. You won't have a penis ever again, soon enough, be a shame to send it off without a goodbye, eh?"
Of course she did not want to get accidentally pregnant with a mutant calf, so she did not intend to ride the cowboy. Instead she helped sit him up on the edge of the bale and she got onto her knees instead. It took her a moment to unclasp enough hooks in her corset to let her own udders out. With her dress on her breasts looked absurdly mammoth in size, but that is because her corset does most of the heavy lifting. Once it is off she can fully fill her lungs again when she breathes- her sunken in gut becomes flat and her boobs go from standing a full foot out off her chest to only a half foot, and being on the middle of her chest to touching her midriff. Watching them flop out from her too-tight clothing was like watching the yolk fall from a busted eggshell. Her areola are massive with a soft, faded edge, but her nipples were just shallow bumps. Even without her clothes to hold them up; Danellia's breasts are still real big. Bras were not invented till 1914. Her hair is the same base brown as Allan's, but hers forms a giant mane of massive curls that cascades over her shoulders to frame her tits.
She shook her titties for him, smiling as his dick twitched in reply. She then cupped his balls gently- feeling the flesh building below them as the tiny udder segments started to overcome his actual balls in size. To him; it felt like his balls were always being gently cupped now, by his own forming udder. She kissed his penis several times, sinking the glans into her plush lips further each time before popping it in. Danellia noticed that the growth surges in the udder also seemed to mirror the pleasure spikes as the corona of his glans bopped on the inside of her lips on the upward stroke of her mouth on his cock. The pleasure causes muscle contractions and building tension- which must also help the growth and change, because it promotes blood flow. The udder pulsed in growth surges bigger and bigger. At first it was very stiff because it was essentially just skin sectioning itself off, but once the actual mammary glands started to form within and plump it out rounder it became much springier. Once the fat started to build a protective layer around it, it became soft and bouncy. Almost twice the size of his balls, the two udder segments shoved his nuts upward to fight for space, causing his nuts to be folded up onto his lower shaft to make room.
Danellia went to pop off the end of his cock a moment to get a better look at his growing udder but furrowed her brow a bit when she noticed it took longer to get off his shaft than it should have. Both Al and Danellia looked at his twitching cock when it popped out. Is it... longer? After a moment of not touching his penis its size did not seem to change though, and the growth surges of his udder slowed drastically without the pleasure spikes to help it. She went down on it, sucking the shaft from bottom to the top and it happened again! They looked at the shaft and it definitely was bigger- but only the portion beyond the foreskin expanded. It grew as if being stretched by the suction of her lips! So Danellia went down on him again, this time not popping completely off, tugging the shaft longer, then went down to the foreskin, then pulled back and stretched it again! That is bizarre, why would his dick get BIGGER if he is turning into a female?! At the base of his cock the thicker veins branched to lead down to his balls and udder, and then started to get even fatter; now visible trailing up his midriff a ways- milk veins.
His skirt flopped around behind him as his tail continued to form- now quite long and developing hair on its end to form a tassel. Al threw his head back from the pleasure of Danellia literally stretching his cock out with the suction of her lips, as if it were made of putty. The cowbell around his neck clinked from the movement, which turned him on even more. Finally really starting to become a cow!
Danellia popped off his longer dick and heft her huge breasts before plopping them heavily into his lap! Even two inches longer than before his cock barely peeked out her cleavage. "Let's see if it can grow its way out of these?"
"W-wuh... why? Is it growing?!"
"Bovine traits got to it before female traits did- it is becoming the phallus of a bull."
Though still on her knees she stood up further and tilted her spine back so she could lift her tits up off his lap a bit, bending forward again to slap them down. The soft, bouncy masses undulated with the movement, spreading across his lap before springing back into a more round shape. The wobbling tit flesh smothered and gently tugged against his shaft, especially the base where the foreskin remained, causing the rest to divide and grow further out! The foreskin was becoming a sheath- though not fused to his underside yet. As the cock stretched longer it very slowly also became more narrow- the shaft neon pink while the base more of a peach-pink. His glans became more and more stretched into obscurity, not expanding with the rest. It stretched longer and longer, almost itchy with pressure with each new surge. So tight with each expansion that the surface skin was as tight as the engorged shaft within. Less human in appearance the bigger it becomes, turning into a tapered pillar meant for beasts. Twice as long as he used to be, it was exposed enough for her to once again suck on even with half of it buried in wobbling tit flesh. Danellia could feel the small nipples of his still swelling udder segments press into the underside of her breasts too. She had to start leaning back further and further to be able to continue to suck on his cock as it kept getting longer. Three times its old size, then four, then five! In his sitting position his dick's tip is level with the top of his head, if Danellia didn't have it bent in a forward arch to get it in her own mouth. His balls gave an audible gurgle, surprising and turning on both of them. His balls surged in size from large chicken egg sized to the size of a baseball each! The feeling of gentle pressure in his nuts, his udder nipples rubbing into her tits, and Danellia both sucking his dick and tit-fucking it finally sent him over the edge!
The urethra is not any wider than it had already been, but the volume of cum was considerably bigger than normal- so the jets of cum it fired off were strong and numerous. Because it is so long, it fired directly into Danellia's throat and bypassed her mouth entirely, so she had no choice but to swallow. The more solid structure of the udder segments forced his balls up against the base of his shaft, so when they tightened and rolled back with each jet of cum, they also rubbed his dick.
Danellia popped off his dick and it flicked up and sprang back upright with so much force Allan flinched- thinking it was going to flick far enough back to smack him in the face. That was a bizarre sight- his cock so long and narrow that it divides his vision now, grown past his face by a bit. His body size isn't anywhere remotely close to a bovine- but his phallus is now completely bovine; both shape and size, making it disproportionately giant on him. Danellia licked her lips and caught her breath as she examined his much larger udder segments now- almost the size of her own breasts, though a LOT firmer.
Al however groaned and leaned forward a bit, breathing heavily still. "I feel... o-odd..." He groaned again and his balls let out a quiet muffled *bloop*and then a squelch as they started to enlarge again! This time growing steadily instead of in a rush. "O-o-o-oooh! N-no, I feel... feel s-so... hard, so... full! So full! O-ooh, I need to cum! I have to- I- I- I- a-am c-c-cuumming!" His balls ballooned to the same size his udder segments are, shoving them back as if in defiance! "Aaah, m-m-moOOO!"
His hand reached for his shaft, but did not even stroke it once before he erupted again- so all he was able to do is push the shaft further out from his face so the eruption did not land straight back down on top of him! Danellia scrambled back out of the way of the white rain too, surprised and amused by the sight. He was cumming even more than he just had only moments before! When he was done he was absolutely exhausted, flopping back on the bale of hay. If he hadn't drank a cup of coffee as black as Jeremiah's heart, he would have fallen right back asleep.
"Uuugh... why do the changes have to be so lopsided..?"
Danellia smiled, dipping her index into some of the white goo, sticking it between her thumb and index to show him its consistency with a smile. "More liquid."
"So? I just shot twice in a row of course it would be thinner..."
"Nnnno- you came more the second time actually. It is just more... milky now."
"W-w-what?"
He forced himself to sit up as she knelt beside him and gently rubbed his balls, as if looking for something. Sure enough, she pointed out the skin is denser at two points on his scrotum. A place where nipples will grow. His udder segments are training his balls- influencing them to transform. A cow udder has four segments after all, not two. His most masculine assets are being turned into his most feminine! His ejaculate the second time was two-thirds milk, not cum. His balls no longer rolled around in the scrotum- the tissue of his balls and scrotum are becoming fused as they change into udders. Both his changing balls and the existing udders were very veiny at the moment- the veins expanded ahead of everything else because his blood stream is what is delivering the elixir through his body.
His tail is now complete as well- well, except it has no fur. When Danellia got him to stand up and bend over so she could examine the tail, she undid the ribbon in his hair, letting it out again and instead tied the ribbon into a bow just below the tassel on his tail.
She went back into the house to get cleaned up and after cleaning his own stall; Al finally wandered out into the daylight to be with the cows out in the field. Wearing a dress was embarrassing, but besides Eris and Danellia- the only ones who are around to see him like this are the cows; and the cows couldn't care less. They did seem to pay him more attention now, not just to lick his salty tasting human skin, but to just rub up against him and nuzzle him. He probably smells a lot more bovine now, so it is like they count him as part of the herd now. The bull seems to be ignoring him now too instead of glaring at him all the time. Maybe the bull would protect him if he got into trouble? Allan made himself blush thinking of the bull mounting him. Would he let the bull mount him? If he turns fully cow, would that not also change his sexuality to like boys? And he wouldn't have the intellect left to think of a reason to not let it mount him, so it most likely would at some point. He wasn't sure how he should feel about that, but he didn't need to think about it, he supposed- that was the point after all.
He still felt a bit weak, but strong enough to walk around anyway. His udders' weight felt like it helped anchor his hooves down a bit more solid with each step. Every so often he would not they brushed his inner thighs a little firmer, a little lower and look down to see they are growing larger. His balls now grew with them, mirroring their size as their structure continued to change. The udders seemed to hold each transforming testicle tightly, erasing the divot between them more. Of the two muscle ribs in a cow udder, the vertical one is larger than the horizontal, so the divot it creates is much deeper. This made it seem like either udder segment grabbed a testicle and trained it to be another udder.
Today Allan stuck near the trees not for their shade but to be more hidden- with his genitals changing drastically he had a hard time keeping his hands off. Now that his balls were turning into udders, their expanding mass was enveloping the entirely of his former penis length- which is now solely the sheath, so only the very opening was exposed at the very top of his udder, hidden around the upper curvature. This also effectively fused it to his torso- since it's wrapped entirely in tit flesh, and the tits are obviously adhered to his torso. As the udders swelled out larger they became softer, jiggling and swaying gently as he walked, flopping from side to side off his inner thighs when he takes larger steps. The feeling of his new tail swishing behind him was great too- and he did think the ribbon behind the tassel looked adorable. It was another reason to look forward to being rid of his clothes too- the skirt did not allow for that much room for the tail to lash around.
As the day went on his changes continued slowly and the strength returned to his body in exchange. The little nub nipples remained the same on his udders till an identical set formed on what had formerly been his balls, and then all four started to grow longer and a bit fatter. He could feel a warmth and weight inside of them, rocking back and forth with their motion- he is already producing milk. His ability to produce sperm was now negated, no kids from this stud. The large nipples fattened as they too filled with milk, and became true teats- as long as this thumb each and even wider than this thumb! They are too large to erect themselves, and if he moves his udders around quick enough their weight folds them over and slaps the udder below them with a dull thud, usually loosing a few beads of milk from the impact.
Fur started to grow on the back of his ears to match his brown hair, and then from the tassel of his tail down, ending in a very short stripe at the base of tail onto his torso. With a returning blush, Al also noted that his nipples stood erect on their own, become a bit longer and wider, and then his areola puffed up standing still further off his chest. He isn't growing breasts, is he? It is hard to tell what he is going to get, because turning him female and turning him cow seems to apply itself as two separate effects and they don't all go to the same parts of his body at the same time. He could very well end up with breasts only to just lose them again when he gets the third dose anyway.
The next day was rather uneventful in comparison- Danellia was back to work at the saloon and no additional transformations seemed to take Allan; however his udders did slowly continue to swell. His nipples itched with pressure as their base fattened from the amount of milk he was holding in. On one hand he wanted to feel it rush out of him and relieve the pressure. On the other hand, the building pressure was hot and he sort of wanted to see how much he can hold in the first place- and if holding it in will help it grow even bigger! This is the crown jewel of every cow after all, he wants to be huge! The more milk he makes the most useful he is on the ranch. And y'know, the pleasure of being milked.
The pressure and growth turned him on too much, his bull cock was throbbing under his dress. The dress held the phallus too him and helped rub it as it emerged which only encouraged it to slide out faster! The tip was jabbing him in the chin starting to bend from lack of room so he dashed back to his stall in the barn for privacy. He had trouble pulling it out from under the dress since it was so stiff and so far up in there. It immediately started to drool pre from the touch. He started to stroke it slowly with one hand, then two. As he watched the neon pink pillar throb though another idea occurred to him. It is more than long enough to reach his mouth without him even bending over. He had to bend the shaft a bit to get the tip DOWN to his mouth, so the moment he slid his mouth over it and loosened his grip the shaft tried to pull straight again, bumping the roof of his mouth and then shoving itself in deeper!
Allan grabbed it with both hands but did not move them- instead he slid his rump just off the edge of the bale so he could thrust up into his mouth and through his hands! The top cleavage of the udders rolled up far enough to rub the very base of the shaft, and the fat teats flopping around on top felt great to move around. Pearls of milk formed all around the surface of the teats- ready to explode. He lifted his tail and pressed on his anus with it, putting pressure near his prostate subtly. His ears flicked rapidly as a shiver ran through him from the intensity of the incoming wave of pleasure. His udder gurgled as the entire surface became taught! His urethra stretched open and the rush of fluid fired up into his mouth, but then all four teats stood up on their own and he could feel the concentrated rush of fluid rub them from the inside out as they erupted solid streams of milk in a multitude of directions all at once!
His orgasm caused him to auto-lactate! It grows over his genitals, so the muscle contractions from the orgasmic pleasure also cause the udders to contract- so if they are full, the milk is forced out! He also noted immediate that the fluid in his mouth was definitely cum, not milk. It must have rerouted when his balls fully evolved into udders and grew their own teats- his milky cumblast from before was just due to an awkward middle-phase where nothing was routed correctly. Although he still sort-of cums milk, just, from the udder and not his penis. Allan's semen does not contain any sperm since he has no testicles, but apparently he does still have a prostate and seminal vesicles to pair with his cock. Since his meat pillar hasn't changed size still; he likely needs the third dose to convert his gender fully. Well... if he knew he would lactate like that he would have gotten a bucket. Embarrassed and afraid Eris finding him in a stall soaked with milk; Al quickly scrambled to get his stall cleaned up again. Although still only half changed he could already be hooked up to a milking machine later!
Allan cleaned up and got his dress on properly and returned back outside. Eris was missing from the fields- probably went into the house to cool down. It is another hot day. Well... hot for the area- it is technically always hot. The breeze was strong today again though and fluttered his dress skirt and hair. The cows raised their faces into the wind too, so he could tell they also enjoyed it cooling them.
Allan was startled so badly he actually jumped off the ground at the sound of Seren's voice. "Hey, do you know where...."
Because he jumped up off the ground, Seren immediately noticed Al has hooves, then because the wind is blowing the dress skirt back he immediately noticed the bulge of the udder under it. Then his cow ears, then the fact he looks a lot more feminine.
Allan only blushed harder the longer Seren gawked at him without saying anything. "I-I-I can explain!" There was another long pause before his ears drooped. "Okay I lied, I can't really explain."
"How did..? Oh! The transformation elixirs Danellia got from her friend back in the Old Kingdom! Daaaamn, you are brave as fuck."
"H-huh?"
Seren slowly circled him. "Damn, look cute too. Dress uh... doesn't really fit though, ya? Might want to get something actually tailored for you. But DAMN. Experimental alchemy no one tested on a human before and you fucking went for it man, balls of steel!" Seren paused a moment. "Oh- er, ovaries of steel? Not quite sure what all you got going on- don't want to stereotype you, haha. Too many people put down roots and get stuck in their ways, never changing. It is ugly. A bough that does not know how to bend, will break in the wind. Staying the same is safe, but is it really living? Progress- evolution- requires change. Pleasure and pain both required to complete the formula of true progress. But you changed the hardest thing for a person TO change- your own body! Brilliant!"
"T-t-thanks? Why uh... why are you here?"
Seren seemed to snap out of his admiration and looked around. "Oh, right. I came to see if I could bum some money off Danellia... I know... borrowing from a woman- filthy. Working the saloon and the dairy, she has a tidy sum saved up though, so I know she can afford it, and she already knows I am good for it. I may be a piece of shit but I will skin myself alive before I screw anyone over on a loan."
"She is working today."
Seren tilted his head in confusion. "Nnnno she isn't. The saloon is still being repaired. That is why I came here."
Then Allan has no idea where she is- because she said she was going to work. Seeing he wasn't going to find Danellia, Seren quickly shifted gears to asking about how the new body feels and works, obviously very curious about Al's transformation.
Seren hummed in thought. "Go full cow, huh? Mentally losing yourself... damn. I mean, if you want to- go for it, I guess. Your secret is safe with me."
"People like that Jeremiah asshole can't bother me if I am just another cow. Lazy life, but productive too." He furrowed his brows a bit. "What about you? I saw people walk all over you at the saloon, and I did not even work there that long."
Seren shrugged and chuckled. "Aaah, it is fine. I try to keep the peace, but unlike the sheriff I don't swing a gun around. I don't arrest anyone, I don't threaten anyone, I just use plain ol' diplomacy."
"Right but... it clearly isn't working. Asking them nicely doesn't usually work."
Seren sighed. "Yea, and I usually fail... so, I probably deserve to get knocked around, ya? Once I succeed in my diplomacy, I will deserve to be treated proper. Till then, kick me around all you like- I don't really care, I can take it. If they are punching me- they aren't punching anyone else."
So that is why. He cannot stop the violence without using violence- so rather than perpetuate the cycle he instead endures it. Seren invites people to beat the shit out of him to protect everyone else, without adding any further violence himself.
Al told Seren he would tell Danellia he came by, whenever she got back, and he wandered back into town. Allan was pretty confident he would not blab about his secret. Seren made himself seem like a wreck at first, but he is actually a real nice guy.
When Danellia returned she had a surprise for Allan, but did not let him see it at first. She had told him she was going to work earlier so he would not know she was out shopping for something for him. While dinner was cooking Al mentioned feeling a bit full and she immediately scoot over to the barn with him, eager to show him how the equipment works. She also wanted to get up close and personal with his udder to check it out. What are now the top two segments of the cow udder were once his testicles, but they are fully transformed now so there is no visible evidence that they had ever been anything else. He blushed brightly as Danellia made little effort to hide the fact she was examining every curve and crevice of the bulbous thing. Allan reminded her dinner was currently cooking untended so they better not take that long.
His penis is still fully bovine, but entirely invisible unless it starts to erect, because the sheath is between the udder and torso, so entirely internal because of this odd application of traits. So technically speaking- he is still fully male... in spite of the very big, very female organ. Danellia bit her lip as the thought crossed her mind that she could ride this bull all she wants, because he has no testicles so while he CAN ejaculate; it's impossible for him to get her pregnant. All fun and no consequences.
Danellia finally got to business and brought a milking machine to him- on one end a huge milk jug, on the other a long hose that split four ways with four narrow glass cylinders to enclose the teats. These machines are very expensive and there is nowhere in the new world that makes them- this one came with her from the Old Kingdom, so she only has the one. Erin can and will milk him by hand if he wants, and Danellia will milk him by hand whenever she has a day off- otherwise this machine is his go-to option. It was sort of like a vacuum, but rather than a continuous pull it pulsed. She popped all four teats in, and as soon as the suction was applied the teat swelled up fat, then beads of milk formed all around it before it erupted a stream of milk that was quickly collected and placed in the jug on the opposite end. Allan quickly told her it was fine and he understood, leaning forward to shoo her away to go get dinner. Danellia smiled- seeing his penis starting to slide out from all the stimulation. He is trying to hide it between udder and torso by leaning forward but it's so long that if it becomes fully erect he doesn't have enough torso to cover it all. She left her shy man to milk himself though and returned to tending dinner, so the house didn't burn down in the background.
Allan returned to the house after he emptied himself out and Danellia had prepared them a nice meal again for dinner first- but tonight a big salad for Allan. Over the last few days his stomach has been struggling a bit with digestion- likely switching to herbivorous, so now greens and grains for Allan! Danellia noticed he sort of spaced out while eating too- staring off into space while he chewed, and ended up chewing for much longer than he actually needed to. Or maybe he did need to? Cows have to re-chew their food several times before it digests properly, because usually what they eat is grass- and grass is not at all easy to break down.
Halfway into dinner Al paused and pursed his lips several times in a row, scrunching his face up a bit from an odd pressure in his nose. As he did; Danellia seen his nose start to blush neon pink, and the coloration of his lips started to shift to match it! With a loud hollow POP, the bridge of his nose abruptly expanded, vibrating his vision with the force! His nostrils expanded and the entire length of the bridge of his nose became almost three times the width, but did not project any further out, making it relatively flat looking for being wider than it is tall. The coloration at the end connected between lips and nose, and because of the shape of his nose shifting; the neon pink area formed an almost perfect square on his face. His lower jaw made a dull crack only he could hear, and projected out slightly further and the teeth on the lower row became broader! The teeth on his upper jaw remained the same, but a hollow pop the entire center of his face- thus also his upper jaw- projected out slightly so the two jaws aligned properly again. The change also put the end of his nose on the same level and angle as his upper lip; this gave him a demi-muzzle! It looked like he has a cow face, without actually having a cow face.
After dinner, he remained at the table and Danellia brought some bags to set down on the floor, but still did not pass any over.
"Alright. I don't know how to bring this up really, so, guess I will just start. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Y-yea..? I mean, I can't go back now, you don't have a human elixir in there."
Danellia sighed. "Devil is in the details- I didn't ask if you could, or if it is a good idea, or if it works. I asked if you want it."
"I am already making milk! And I like my cow features already, so yea."
"But... I mean, the third dose. The day after tomorrow, you are supposed to get your third dose... which will remove the rest of your humanity, including your mind."
"If I am going to be a full cow- I have to also lose my mind. I told you that before, it wouldn't be pleasant otherwise."
"Yyyeaa... but what if you are not full cow in the first place."
"You mean skip the third dose? And stay like this?!" His expression almost looked offended at the thought, but then softened as he pondered what it would be like. It certainly did not feel bad. "I would have to hide on your ranch perpetually, if anyone seen me- well, other than Seren- I would probably be shot on sight."
By now his udders seem to have stopped growing without the third dose, but also each segment of it is the size of a large watermelon, so not at all something you could just try and hide in any sort of clothing.
She gently shook her head. "I don't think you would be, actually. But again- I didn't ask if it worked."
He huffed from his now larger nostrils. "It would be great if it could work, sure. Get the best of both worlds, right? Human mind, human hands, but a cow's ability to make milk, so one guaranteed job I can always do right. But-" He shrugged.
She reached into the bag and pulled out an interesting looking dress... patterned in black splotches on white. "You agreed to do whatever I said when you started this, as part of your compensation for your stay here. We are going to try to adjust your lifestyle to match your form- an in-between."
"B-but what if someone sees m-"
"Ah-ah. Is that talkin back I hear?"
His ears pulled back. "...no ma'am."
What she got him was well outside the realm of anything he would wear normally... but, that was sort of the point. He is a human so he should have some clothes, right? But he is a cow, so it certainly shouldn't be standard attire, neither. First was a new brass bell- this one attached to a black choker rather than coarse rope, and the bell is fully forged, a brass polished so brightly you'd mistake it for gold.
She adored his new nipples too, Danellia got them a little something too. Al's chest is flat as a board still, but both his areola and nipples project a good bit out, plump and sensitive to the touch, their coloration having turned from a powder brown to a diffused red, as if trying to match the udder's coloration but giving up halfway. She pierced his nipples for him, and sure enough it did not hurt as much as he would have thought. Because female nipples only have half the number of pain receptors as male nipples. He never grew breasts- but his nipples still turned female. To adorn them, she has polished brass adornments that look like a large rectangular chain link, affixed by a straight bolt through at the top, so the bolt holding it in is thin, because the link is not. They are quite heavy and he is cannot stop blushing once she sits them in. They make great handles though. His nipples are quite sensitive and easily pleasured, so all Danellia would need to do is hook a finger in one and give it a little tug~.
The weather around here is hot, so wearing much clothes at any time of the year is probably too much. If his udders or legs sweat though- they make chafe because of sweat buildup from the skin-on-skin contact. But his tail doesn't like to be pinned down, and his udders are very large and need room to breathe too. So, she got him custom tailored leggings, again patterned white with base brown splotches, to match his hair color. They had to be custom made, so they fit down to his toes to cover his cannon bone, and rise high enough that they cover two thirds of his thighs, but made of a breathable, thin material. And to match, she also gave him matching armlets that cover from wrist to shoulder.
He nervously turned in the mirror looking himself over. "I... like it but..."
"No one is going to say shit. Listen Allan... the other day, we had a little fun in the barn?"
He blushed. "Yea?"
"You're an honest man. Maybe not strong , maybe not... skilled. But you are honest, and funny..." She blushed, giving a nipple ring a tug, making him moan unintentionally. "And cute~! I mean, you are half cow and I certainly never pictured myself with such a thing but, you are cute, and a woman needs an honest man in her life. You can stay in the house whenever it pleases you." She held out a golden ring set with four diamond slivers. "But the obedience part of our agreement stands, heh."
"W-what is-?"
"It belonged to my grandmother." He looked baffled- trying to say something but stumbling on his words. Danellia smiled, putting a hand on her hip. "Well, you can give it back to me, if you'd like."
He held it up but then closed his hand around it, realizing what she actually meant. It is a wedding ring, giving it to her would be a proposal. "I think I will hold onto it for now if that is the case, if it pleases ya."
She grinned and shrugged. "Knowing when to use your head and hold back are reasons I give you that in the first place. Just remember this- the decent folk of Dustbowl look after their own. So if you ever feel like you don't belong here... well. Any husband of mine is a citizen of Dustbowl, ain't nobody going to refute it."
The next morning Danellia ordered him to go with her into town- to introduce his current self. Obviously walking into town as he is, is a bit much, and that is where the dress she showed him came in- his 'going out' clothes. The dress is a simple one and considerably more girly than his standard half-bovine attire which is for the most part gender neutral. Acting like a woman even though he isn't one added a layer of role play which acted as a buffer against any social awkwardness. The dress has a hole in the back to let his tail out over the mid-length skirt, and a second layer of cloth on the front for his udders. The first layer has a hole to let the udders out, so the second layer covers it without constraining it, since it is essentially just a flap.
Allan let his hair flow over the front of his shoulders trying to hide his face from the sides and stuck real close to Danellia, trying to hide in her shadow as they walked into town. Danellia had a fire in her eye today though a stern look on her face- anyone who seen her knew she was serious about something. Her first stop was supposedly the most accepting of the lot- the town priest, and sure enough he had no gripes. His Gods created both the cow and man, so what would he ever have against them being brought closer together? Next was the sheriff of course- so he and his men don't mistake Al for an outsider. The sheriff did a double-take when he walked in with Danellia, but nodded along with her explanation. Barely said a word- had a bit of a dazed look on his face trying to keep up with what he was seeing- but also voiced no concerns. Surprised and confused looks, but none of hate. Allan was expecting looks of disgust, fear, and hate, but as Danellia toured him around town- no one had anything against his new form. Several were confused and asked a hell of a lot of questions, like, WHY, or HOW, but they were just curious.
Danellia finally ended her tour at the saloon. One of the barmaids gasped and almost fumbled a tray of glasses when they walked in. Seren toward the back just smiled and waved over, since he was already well aware of the situation.
Bill nodded to her explanation. "Well, good to hear you weren't eaten by coyotes."
"H-huh?"
Danellia leaned toward him. "Oh, yea, that was the leading theory on where you disappeared to- since you stopped working abruptly and no one else knew where you went."
"W-well, I am glad I didn't get eaten too."
Billiard Bill continued to polish a mug behind the counter, nodding to his own thoughts. "Strange a man would do such a thing to himself... strange a man CAN do such a thing." Al braced himself for disapproval. "But glad you could. Glad you could find a skin you are comfortable in, and a place to belong. The world is changing fast n I recon we will be seeing crazy things like this a lot more in the near future. Good or bad- change is progress; sometimes it works, sometimes it don't." He pat Al's shoulder. "Glad this one worked for ya."
Everyone thought it was weird, and many people were surprised by it, but no one disliked it. That is why the Queen searched so hard to find this new world to settle- the Old Kingdom is too old for its own good. Too set in its ways to change, it cannot be fixed or progressed- only maintained. So the people who made the long and dangerous voyage across the sea to be in this new world did so looking for change. Whether they like the change themselves isn't important, but rather that it simply exists. If they don't like it- they don't have to interact with it, no one is forcing them to. So even if someone did dislike what Allan has become, telling HIM that is pointless, and they can just not look at him- eliminating the problem.
Al walked over to Seren at the back. "Hey, thanks for not telling anyone but... seems things took an unexpected turn anyway."
Seren smiled and put his boots up on the table. "Aye, but it worked out dandy, didn't it? You can be both human and cow. I guess that makes you the truest cowboy there ever was."
Jeremiah stormed through the front door, took one look at Allan and put his hand on his six shooter. Bill cleared his throat and put a hand under the counter on his shotgun to remind him to keep his piece where it belongs.
"Did I just fucking hear you call this... THING a cowboy?" He sneared at Al. "Disgusting. You're a freak- you don't even deserve to live."
Seren let out a huff. "Do you... ever actually listen to the diarrhea that falls out of your mouth? Like, seriously. Do you even HALF believe what you JUST said?"
"You're god damn right I do!"
"Well then." Seren stood up and gently nudged Allan out of the way to stand before Jeremiah.
Bill quickly looked to the barmaid next to him in a fluster. "Shit- go get Andrew."
She shook her head. "The sheriff prob- wait... the mortician?"
Seren took out an ornate pocket watch just as Jeremiah swung to punch him in the face. With a shrill splintering sound the face of his watch broke and so did the flow of time. Everything except Seren was frozen in place. Seren punched lightly toward Jeremiah's throat and with the same cracking sound the face of his watch repaired itself and time resumed. The force of his hand moving that far in literally no time at all was enough to nearly break the man's spine in half, firing his body out the front door again like a bullet and ripping several chairs and tables over toward the vacuum created in the wake of the force exerted by Seren's fist.
"Excuse me a moment."
Seren calmly walked out the front door as the confused Jeremiah stood up slowly, coughing and rubbing his throat. Seren held up his pocket watch again- emblazoned by the myrmecoleon royal crest.
"Your intolerance... is intolerable. By her majesties royal decree..." The face of the watch shattered again and time once again froze. "I judge you unworthy."
He tossed his entire pocket worth of change at the frozen man and the coins quickly slowed to a stop mid-air like everything else around them. Seren took out Jeremiah's own gun, aimed carefully at not him but one of the coins, and fired a single round before tossing the gun to the dusty street. Seren clapped the watch shut and turned his back to the man as time once again resumed- and that single bullet reflected off of every single one of those suspended coins; ripping a different hole through Jeremiah every time it bounced. In 0.5 seconds Jeremiah hit the ground full of more holes than a brick of swiss.
Seren sighed as he re-entered the saloon. "You'd think one of the royal magnus would be better at cleaning up the trash, eh? I am pathetic." He looked at Bill. "I will clean up the mess out front- just let me finish my drink first. I am really sorry..." Seren walked over to the baffled Allan and nodded. "Dustbowl is the new frontier- people who can't look ahead..." He motioned toward the front door and Jeremiah's dead body. "Get left behind. We look after our own. Anyone who tells you; you can't be who you are... is a sack of crap, and no one you need to concern yourself with listening to in the first place."
And so it was, that Allan permanently joined Danellia's Dairy; as both one of its cows, and eventually her husband. It took a while but someone ended up taking all three of the elixir doses thanks to the snake oil peddler Danellia hired to tour the lands with it, and it was fully confirmed it works perfectly even on humans. As far as any records go though- Al was still the only MAN to take the COW elixir in the old west, and so he would go down in the history of Dustbowl and even the greater region; as the truest cowboy. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Me and Georgina Pt. 02
Tags: mature woman, sexy legs, stockings, submission
Me and Georgina (Part 2)
I had got involved with Georgina, my 51 year old boss, and this had forced me to change my job. A woman who I was sleeping with could not be my immediate boss, and Georgina's pleas to be dominated, and treated as a slave, were too good to pass up. I wanted a lot more of Georgina, and I think she was desperate for me to give her more, but it wasn't conducive to good working relations.
I was only 19, and changing my office job turned out to be a blessing in disguise, really, as I started to work with people of my own age, and the chances of moving up the ladder were far greater. The pay rises were bigger, and more frequent, too.
Georgina and I had got to 'know one another' when I worked in her little accounts section, in a large factory, and now she wanted more, there was no question. I had woken up her dormant sexual side that had probably been asleep for years, and it was a chance to bring my most erotic fantasies to life. I was a young, fit teenager, and Georgina knew that she could get me to come and service her sexual needs, only if she allowed me to dominate her, and give her no say, at all, in how she should behave.
I intended to do this, in the nicest possible way, of course, but I was going to visit Georgina regularly and, hopefully, watch her give in and pleasure my every sexual whim. She had dyed, blonde hair, had good breasts, fine hips, and her legs were out of this world. She lived on her own in a caravan, had no immediate family, and she wanted taking under my wing, even though I was young enough to be her son. By taking her out for an evening meal, and then ending up in her bed when we got back to the caravan, Georgina believed that there was somebody out there who could care for her. Me! I was happy to act out that role, but as a young, excited male, I would turn each situation to my own erotic advantage --I hoped!!
I did not want to be cruel, and I still wanted to treat her like a lady on occasions, but I knew Georgina was the kind of woman who, if you gave her inch, so to speak, she would take a mile. The ladies where she worked were treated to sulky moods, bitter asides, and downright rudeness some times, and she could be a real bitchy madam if up against a weak person. I was not going to let this happen --she wanted a friend and lover --she would pay a form of 'retainer' for the privilege. I wanted Georgina to 'appreciate' the kindness that I was going to bestow upon her.
The most exciting thing about a woman of Georgina's age is that they are not frightened of their bodies, or their sexuality. If you fondle and press the right buttons, they will want to give themselves completely, and want you to push the limits even further. They have probably experienced wonderful sensations already in their lives, so if you can re-enact these moments, then they will give you even more, and want you to extend their boundaries of erotic excitement even further. I felt that Georgina was one of these women.
A week after the visit to the restaurant, I called on Georgina at the caravan, unannounced. It was nearly 12 midday on a Sunday morning. As I drove along the bumpy lane into the caravan park, coming the other way was the flash Ford car, driven by, I was almost certain, Georgina's 'good friend, George.' What was he doing here? Either just going home after a long night, or he'd dropped Georgina off after church? Which one do you think, eh??
I knocked on the caravan door, and when she opened it, Georgina almost fell over herself to embrace me.
'Oh Paul, I've missed you, I've missed you so much. I didn't know whether you were coming round today --thank God you did --oh, it's lovely just to touch you and smell you again.' As I went up the step into the caravan, she clung to my chest and shoulders, and allowed me to kiss her wonderful lips deeply, opening them slightly, so I could explore her mouth briefly.
'God, I've missed that. I've missed those arms around my body, Paul. Why did you have to leave the job? It's not the same in the office without you.'
I explained my reasoning, and said I didn't want our careers to spoil our relationship, and this way, there would be no secondary reasons why we couldn't look forward to seeing one another whenever possible. She was in a good job, well established, and in a position of authority --I, on the other hand, was still young, and could easily start again in another place of employment --it seemed pretty obvious that it would be easier for me to change --and I had!!
Georgina looked good. Her face was made up with light make-up and soft lip-stick, and she had on tight, blue denim jeans that fitted snugly all round her ass, and down between her legs. I could see the well-filled bra pushing against the white T shirt. At 51, Georgina Lent could still rouse blood pressures.
'Did I see George as I came along the lane, Georgina?' I thought I'd get this little prick out of the way before I discussed what I'd really come for.
'Oh, Paul. Thank God you saw him. I didn't know how to tell you. He came round this morning, and wanted to know what was going on. Why I hadn't phoned him, or answered his messages. I didn't tell him anything about you, as it's none of his business, really, is it? You're not stupid, are you Paul? You know he's married, don't you? Well, I told him he was using me, and had been doing so for ages. He lived with his wife, I said, but when it was convenient to him, he expected to take me out, or come round here for 'coffee,' and then I wouldn't hear from him for weeks.'
Sounded like quite a good policy, I thought, but I daren't say so.
'So I sent him off with a flea in his ear, Paul,' and Georgina laughed and clung to my chest again, and offered up her mouth once more. As I pushed all round her mouth with my tongue, I squeezed her wonderful ass through her jeans, pulling her in so that she could feel my cock through my trousers, up against her groin. She sighed her first sigh, and I thought now was the time. The story about George could have been the truth --it could have been a pack of lies. I'd find out in due course.
'Georgina, I want to talk to you about our relationship, and some of the items that were briefly mentioned when we had the evening together last week. Is that OK? I'll get a couple of chairs.' She looked a little worried, and that was the idea, and I placed the two dining chairs side by side, but facing opposite ways, so that she and I could still touch, and be very close, and look one another in the eye—a sort of formal meeting in her lounge.
'There's nothing wrong, is there Paul? Please say I haven't upset you in any way?' I put my hand on her knee after we were seated, and tried to reassure her.
'Don't worry, Georgina, don't worry at all. I love being with you, I told you that umpteen times last week, didn't I? I just want to sort out a few things so that I know what to expect, and you understand how I would like you to behave. Not too much, but it will make such a difference to our enjoyment, both for you and me. Is that OK?'
'Oh yes Paul. Whatever you say! I told you that I feel so protected when you're around, that I'm prepared to do anything you say. That evening, last weekend, was like a dream for me, and I just want to carry on making you happy, so that you're here with me as much as possible. God, you're so tall and handsome, and young and fit. I can't believe this is happening to me!!'
Her hand had joined mine on her knee, and she ran my fingers up and down her denim clad thigh, taking me nearer and nearer to her crotch. I pushed my fingers against the hard seam of the denim, between her legs, but only for a split second, and then I took my hand away completely. It was a taster for her, and it gave me the thrill of feeling this sexy, mature woman again.
'Georgina, that's very nice of you to say so. I've drawn up a short list that I'd like you to have a look at. It outlines matters that we touched on last week, and a few more that appeal to me. I hope that you can agree to these little points, as it would ensure that our relationship continues as an exciting and close liaison. Please take a look,' and I handed her a piece of pink printing paper that I had chosen especially, the words on it in bold type, and printed on my word processor. I stood up, and walked slowly around Georgina as she read my list.
'You can keep that paper, Georgina. I have kept a copy for myself back at the lodgings. I hope you find the list reasonable --do you?' and I rested my hands on her neck, massaging her shoulders as she sat.
'In our passion last week,' I carried on, 'you did hint that such domination on my part would bring a certain amount of pleasure to you. Thinking about it over the past few days, I have realised that your idea is wonderful, and I think by drawing up these guidelines, they will bring even greater pleasure to both of us, Georgina. It would be unfortunate if you no longer felt able to agree with my suggestions. I really do have to go in a moment, Georgina.' I was pushing and testing her immediately, and as I spoke, I ran my hands down her chest to cup and caress the golden breasts in the tight Tshirt.
'No, Paul, no. Please don't go. You've only just arrived,' and she broke away and stood up, clinging to my waist and chest again. 'I'll do it, Paul. I agree to the rules. All of them. Absolutely. Oh, God, I love them, Paul, I really do. I'm happy to agree, I really am. I said I wanted it this way, and I really do. It's given me something tangible in my life again.' She was frantic to agree there and then, and I kissed her lips hard, and felt the hard nipples of her straining breasts through her T shirt and bra. She was excitable and excited. I didn't expect it to be this easy, but I had got her!!
'I want you to be absolutely sure, Georgina, and that is why I am going now. These rules will be binding once signed, so you have a few hours to digest their full meaning, and back out if you want to. I shall be back at 8o'clock tonight, with my copy of the rules, and we shall both sign both copies. OK? If you are agreeable, and sign the forms, then I would expect 2 things straight away, tonight--:
One --You will have on your tightest T-shirt and a tight bra. You will also have on a very short skirt, high heels, and a miniscule pair of panties. Bare legs, Georgina, no stockings tonight. Full make-up, as well, Georgina.
Secondly --You will have ready, for my inspection, every photograph that you have in this caravan. If I think you are still hiding any, I will carry out a search myself. Is that understood, Georgina? I have to go now.'
She clung on again, and I took the opportunity to squeeze that wonderful ass again. There was no feeling like it, but I wasn't going to give in to temptation now, not for the sake of just a few hours, and the possibility of a lifetime (or a few years, at least) of sexual fun with this woman. I wanted to treat her properly, but that way, Georgina would give me everything!
'Oh, I understand, Paul. I'll be here at eight. I'm yours, Paul,' and she opened her mouth for one last tonguing, and then I left her panting at the caravan door. I smiled as I took the car down the bumpy path, and I looked forward to 8o'clock that night.
This was terrific. When I came to this town, I was just a teenager with reasonable ambition. I liked sport, and kept myself reasonably fit, and I had found some comfortable lodgings where the landlady and her husband were very pleasant, and didn't poke their noses into my business too much. I had got a little car, and a job, where I met Georgina, and I had been fortunate enough to get an even better job without having to wait around too long. My finances were OK, and I was able to put money away for 'a rainy day' and little treats. On the horizon was the possibility of a little windfall, as a rich, aged auntie was likely to pass away at any time, so life was quite good at the moment.
Just to put the icing on the cake, by pure accident, I had found a mature, attractive and sexy woman who wanted companionship and physical attention so much, that she was willing to compromise her own morals in order to get, and hold onto, that attention. If I was clever, this could go on for ages, and I wanted to push it as far as it would go!!
I had a 'nap' in the chair at the lodgings, and then had Sunday 'roast' with the family. I wanted to enjoy a very erotic evening with Georgina, and I wanted to tease her a little as well, so I put on my tightest denim jeans, those that didn't leave a lot to the imagination when I was aroused, a 'Fred Perry' sports vest, and wore my black, leather jacket over the top.
I set off in the car, slipped into the 'off-licence' to get two bottles of red 'Corbieres' wine, and I was back at Georgina's caravan by 8. I didn't forget to bring my half of the pink 'contract'. It was dark by now, and the curtains were closed on the caravan windows. I knocked twice, and the door opened within 10 seconds.
Georgina was all in black, and looked fabulous. She turned and I followed her up into the caravan, and I immediately noticed some 'dog eared' photo albums and tattered old envelopes on the table. Not yet, I thought. Georgina turned to me, and wanted to be encompassed by my frame around her. I held my arm around her shoulders, and used my other hand to pull her waist round to me, so that I was enclosing her body while she kissed me with her open-mouthed passion. God, she was an erotic woman when she wanted to be.
'Well, Georgina, I have brought my copy of our little agreement. From your attire, I take it that you're happy to sign?' and I smiled, as I held her body and looked into her eyes. She had had the opportunity to digest just what I had set out for her--:
Be clothed as I instruct, wherever and whenever, and at all times.
Accompany me wherever I ask you to
Be available for my company, given reasonable notice
If I have friends or work colleagues with me, treat them with respect or in the manner I otherwise instruct
If I choose to record occasions with camera or video camera, you will
willingly cooperate
Although any of these instructions can be a matter for debate, the final
decision shall rest with me
You shall be prepared to discuss all aspects of your private life with me, if instructed to do so,
If you are away from my company, you will act like the mature,
sophisticated woman that you are, but you will continue to dress in the
manner that I shall instruct you in.
You will obtain a mobile phone, and it shall be switched on at all times.
My guidance shall be all consuming.
'Absolutely Paul. Is the outfit acceptable to you? I haven't been able to get anything new, I'm afraid, as it's Sunday, but I'll try for something during the week. I'll also get a mobile phone tomorrow, if I can. Oh, Paul..., if you look after me, you know I'll do anything for you, don't you? The rules excite me, Paul, and I'll live my life by them, now. Oh, you are wonderful'
Was I really wonderful? I wanted to look after her, and I didn't want to hurt her at all, but she was all my sexual fantasies rolled into one. She wanted me, she wanted me to give her protection, and warmth and love, and if I did this, she was prepared to give herself, lock, stock and barrel to my 'code of conduct.' If true, I think I was going to be a very fortunate, and very satisfied young man!!
I broke away from the wonderful smell of perfume, and Georgina giggled, and sighed, as we both signed the pink pieces of paper. I put one back into my pocket, and gave the other back to my mature acquaintance, watching her put it into her little purse. The light was low, but I was happy to keep it like that, and I took a seat on one of the soft cushions on the settee, and sat back and looked at my new 'possession.'
'Georgina, you don't have to apologise, as your outfit looks absolutely stunning. I'd like to look more closely, so would you just stand in front of me for a moment. There, that's great. Not too close, not too close. Let me look at you.' Georgina stood two or three feet away from me, purring like a contented cat, and I surveyed her mature figure.
The black T shirt was extremely tight, and the up-lift bra was pushing hard against the material, Georgina's breasts really thrusting out in superb shape. The black, woollen skirt fitted snugly around her waist, and was so short that I watched the stunning, white thighs taper down from the hem of the skirt, to the attractive knees and calves, and then Georgina's dainty feet were pushed high onto tip-toe by the black, high-heeled sandals. Georgina was aiming to please!!
'You look delicious, Georgina. I love the way your breasts thrust out so firmly in the shapely bra. Magnificent! You know that I really admire your legs, anyway, don't you. We'll have to get them tanned as quickly as possible, don't you think, Georgina. Perhaps we can get you in for a few sessions at a health club, concentrating on getting your legs as brown as possible. Would you see if you can get that organised, Georgina?'
She smiled back at my comments, nodding her agreement.
'I bought some wine with me, Georgina. I think we ought to celebrate this important occasion, don't you. It's like a 'Memorandum of Understanding' between nations, being signed, don't you think,' and we both laughed, because, to us, it was far more important. Georgina got a corkscrew and I opened one of the bottles and poured out two glasses of wine. I gave one to the sexy blonde woman, and sat down on the sofa again.
'A huge 'cheers' to you, Georgina. Now, could you just turn round,' and she moved round as I was still speaking --very keen!! 'Lovely, that's really lovely, Georgina. Your legs are really stunning, aren't they, and your thighs are probably the sexiest I've ever seen. Will you pull the skirt up so that I can see them in their entirety, right up to your bottom. That's right. Wonderful'
Georgina stood with her back to me, and pulled her skirt up to her waist, so that I could enjoy looking at her little, black panties, the cheeks of her wonderful bottom, and her shapely legs in the high heels. I reached out a hand and touched her skirt.
Georgina moved slightly, and I was able to hold the top of her skirt, while still relaxing on my chair.
'You can let go now Georgina, and just keep your hands on the fronts of your thighs.' Her skirt fell to its natural length, which was still about 4 inches above the knee, and I watched the shapely figure as Georgina remained still, with her back to me.
'Right, Georgina. Oh, you feel wonderful, so wonderful already.' My hand had gone under the back of her little skirt, and found her panties straight away. 'Open your legs, Georgina,' and she moved her feet apart in the high heels. I felt her bottom, and my hand went down to feel the wetness at the gusset of the panties. I felt little tufts of pubic hair escaping from the sliver of material at Georgina's vagina, and I rubbed gently, along the material, and Georgina's vagina opened under my touch. She sighed, but held her ground.
'Your body feels just as fantastic as last time I touched it Georgina. I'd like to start to look at the photographs, Georgina, as I asked you this afternoon. Are they the albums and things I see on the table?' Two of my fingers slid under her panties and entered the sopping cunt that was waiting expectantly.
'Yes, Paul, ohhhh...they're on the table.'
'I hope they're all there, Georgina,' and as a reminder, my two digits pushed up swiftly into the luscious vagina, and Georgina lifted briefly onto tip-toe. She had to shuffle her feet slightly, to stop herself from falling over.
'They're all there, Paul. They're all there. I promise. God, your fingers feel good up inside me. So gentle, but you're right inside of me, umm...'
'Go and fetch the photos, then, and come and sit next to me. Are you absolutely sure that every photo you have is here, Georgina?'
I allowed her to move away from me, and gather the items up from the table. She brought them back, and plonked them on the settee next to me, and then she bent over and kissed me as hard as she could, her mouth opening, and her perfume and passion engulfing me wonderfully. I ran my hand up the back of her thighs as Georgina bent over me, and I felt the wet panties again, tight to her vagina, but I noticed that she looked a little sad when she lifted her head and looked into my eyes, and I sensed that she wanted to tell me something.
'Paul, I promise that every picture and photo that I own is here. I also have two video films in a locked draw, and you can see them whenever you want to --if you want to. I am not proud of some of these things, Paul, and I don't particularly want to look at them with you, but,... but,'
'But what Georgina,' and she sat down next to me on the sofa, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I kissed her on the cheek, and tried to placate her. 'It's OK Georgina, everything is OK. You can trust me' --(that's like saying 'the cheque's in the post', isn't it)--, 'and you can tell me all about the skeletons that obviously haunt you, Georgina.' I clamped her body into me by putting my arm right round her shoulders, and pulling her into me, and I watched the silky thighs squirm right beside me.
'Oh Paul, my God, what have you done to me? For the last God knows how many years, I have had to be independent, and very private. My earlier life wasn't very pleasant, but I've never wanted to talk about it, and I've learnt to stand on my own two feet, and throw myself into my work. All I've wanted was a warm, kind man to come along, someone who wouldn't judge me by my past, and someone who would take me under their wing, and be considerate towards me. Never in a million years did I think that it would be a handsome, 19 year old, young man, and I still can't really believe it, Paul. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up in a minute, and find you gone, and it's all been a dream. By agreeing to show you all my photos, and tell you about myself, I think I can finally erase all the horrible memories, and show you that you mean so much to me now. I have to trust someone, Paul, and I trust you.'
Georgina started to sniffle, but I held her face and began to kiss her again, and our mouths opened to lash our tongues together. She was a passionate woman and I loved it!! Her hardness and bitterness, and the rudeness in the office, could almost certainly be explained by her loneliness and unhappy memories, but she was willing to tell me all about them, and I could hopefully understand, and then help her move on to a new, happier era in her life.
'I understand what you're trying to say, Georgina, and you know it would be really beneficial if you spilled it all out, wouldn't it? That's what you want to do, isn't it? You don't have to look at the photos, but I do, don't I? You don't have to watch the videos, but I do, don't I?' ( I'm kind, I thought, but I'm not a mug—I want to see the lurid photos and videos, no question). That way I will understand more about your life, won't I? 'The 'Rules' still apply, of course, Georgina, don't they?' and I laughed, trying to keep her spirits up. 'Now, go and make some coffee, and we'll get you through this,' and I smacked her bottom, playfully, as I pushed her off the sofa towards the kitchen.
While she made the coffee, I flicked through a few of the pages of the first album. Some were of a little girl, with her parents, a few more of the same girl in school uniform and playing sports, and I saw a couple of a very sexy teenager, obviously Georgina. Nothing rude, just jeans and jumper, but there was no doubting that the attractive girl was going to grow into a fine young, attractive woman. Then I saw her with a man, his arm around her shoulders while they posed for the camera. He was in his thirties, at least, while Georgina was just a teenager. An uncle? Her father? Did it matter?
Just then, Georgina returned with the coffee, and I closed the album.
'I want you to tell me everything about your early life, Georgina. Even if it hurts. OK?'
'Yes, I know Paul, and I want to tell you it all. Afterwards, will you make love to me, very slowly, just to take all the horrible memories away?,' and she kissed me really tenderly. I smiled and my reply was in the kiss.
'I can't talk with the lights on, though, Paul. I can't do it with the lights on. I will tell you what you want to know, but just hold me in the darkness, it'll be much easier, please!!'
I switched off the lights in the caravan, and Georgina stretched out on the sofa, laying her head on my lap, so that I could stroke her hair, and caress her, and coax her through the traumatic memories that she was going to have to recall. Although it was now dark in the room, her perfume was again stunning to my senses, and I could feel her shapely body in the sexy clothes, although there was some light from the moon that crept in through the curtains. I could see her creamy thighs stretched out along side of me.
Georgina told me about her childhood in north London, about her parents, who were now deceased, and her elder brother, who had emigrated to Australia years ago. She held one of my hands very tightly, as though it was a lucky charm, and I was able to caress her gently with my other hand. She then spoke about meeting 'Charlie', and very quickly told me that he was 20 years older than her, was a scrap-metal dealer in London, and had lavished Georgina with whatever she wanted. She said she had fallen under his spell when she was 17, and went against her parents' wishes and married Charlie when she was just 20 years old.
So, Georgina had married a 40 year old scrap-metal dealer when she was only 20, and it was against her parents' wishes --not a great start to adult life!! Charlie must have been the man in the photo.
'Were you happy, Georgina? Was it a good life?' She didn't speak for a moment or two.
'I thought it was going to be great --you do at that age, don't you? He took me to parties, bought me nice things, took me up the West End of London for nights out, and I thought I was really happy. But my parents didn't really want anything to do with the marriage, and Charlie started to get very moody, especially when he had no money. In the scrap business, you either had loads of money in your pocket, or you didn't have any at all. He wouldn't let me go out to work, even though I wanted to, as he got very jealous, but when we went out together, I had to dress up like a tart just so he could show me off, mainly to his mates.'
'What did you do all the time, then, Georgina? You're not stupid, are you?'
'I carried on studying at home. I wanted to be a teacher, but I hadn't got the exams, so I was determined to learn while I was married. I did 'Open University' on the TV and spent as much time as I could swatting up, particularly on maths, which was my favourite. Charlie said if I qualified to be a teacher, he would let me work in a school.—I suppose he thought that children wouldn't be a danger to me!!'
'What went wrong then, Georgina? Give me a kiss --you're being so brave, you stunning, sexy woman,' and I lifted her head to mine, and we mingled our lips together, and then our tongues and saliva, and then I felt her breasts heaving in the tight T shirt. They were so soft, but beautifully curvy in the shapely bra.
'Well, things got quite a lot worse, Paul. I started to get a few little jobs helping out at schools, while I continued with my studies at home, but Charlie got more and more moody, and sometimes he could be quite threatening. He...he. ...he didn't...,' and Georgina turned her head away, not wanting to look into my eyes.
'What Georgina? Go on, it's OK, it really is OK. Bury these demons, go on.'
'Well, he didn't actually hit me, but he was so jealous, and he was much older and more powerful than me, it became a nightmare. I had to look good when we went out, and he loved to show me off. I was just his plaything really, but I was determined to try and keep going.'
'He'd earned quite a lot of money one year, and was quite flush, when I was about 25, I suppose, and we went to Turkey on holiday for a couple of weeks. I really looked forward to it, and thought it might bring us a bit closer together, but it was quite the opposite. Oh, Paul...it was horrible, but at the time, I tried to think it was nice...oh God.'
'What happened in Turkey, Georgina?'
'It was horrific, Paul. I couldn't go into details, not at all. We were having quite a nice holiday, and I was doing my best to placate Charlie, and look really sexy for him, but one night, he overstepped the mark, and that was the end for me. This 45 year old man, supposed to be my husband, had allowed me to be treated just like a whore. He...he let...he let 3 Turkish men sort of...sort of play with me in the back room of the restaurant where they worked, and it was horrific.' She was having a job to get the words out, but I let her carry on. 'It was the second to last night of the holiday, and I suppose Charlie thought that he could just take liberties with me, before he had to return and face the real world back in England. He...he just sat and watched, until they were finished, and then we just walked back to our cottage together, as though we'd just come out of church.'
'Couldn't you do anything, Georgina?'
'What could I do, Paul? I was alone with my husband and 3 other men. I didn't speak the language, didn't know anybody else in the country, never mind the village, and had no-one to turn to. Charlie had all the money, the airline tickets, and I was helpless. I was determined, though, to leave Charlie when we got back to England. I closed my thoughts and feelings to it all, and concentrated on just getting back home in one piece. Fuck Charlie, and fuck this marriage, I thought.' Georgina was crying by now.
'Come on now, Georgina, come on. There's no need for that, is there?' I'd never heard her swear before, and it didn't really suit her, but what did suit me was the way she curled up in a ball in my lap. She was closing it all in, like a hedgehog, fending off all-comers. Her legs curled right up, her knees under her chin almost, and I was able to put my arms round her and hold her tightly to me. Her thighs, under the mini-skirt, were totally exposed and I was able to alternate between caressing her back, her face and shoulders, her milky white thighs, and, for split seconds every now and then, I went under the hem of the skirt and ran my fingers gently round Georgina's ass and between the tops of her thighs.
This didn't seem to put Georgina off, and I didn't prompt her in any way.
'They were all swarthy men, Paul, all older than me, and they looked so polite and considerate as we were eating our meal. I couldn't believe it when they held my arms and just led me into the small yard at the back of the restaurant. Straight away, their hands were all over me. There were some old chairs, and an old settee, in the yard, and one of the men, the eldest I think, sat down on a chair, his flies already undone. Oh Paul...it was awful, awful...but Charlie, the bastard, just smiled and kept drinking more wine as he watched it!!'
'You don't have to, Geo...,' but she wouldn't let me finish.
'I had to suck them all down into my throat, Paul. I had to suck their cocks inside my mouth. UUgh!! They pushed me to my knees, and then just held me there, as each one got really hard and wet in my mouth.'
I was getting the feeling, like the naïve young man that I was, that Georgina was not as traumatised about all these recollections as she liked to make out. I wasn't pushing her for intimate details, and yet she knew all the little things that had occurred. It was making me excited, but I didn't think it was supposed to make her excited, too. I let my fingers run under her skirt again, only this time I slid them under the panties, into her pubic hair, and gently between the wet lips of Georgina's cunt.
What a fantastic feeling!! She was absolutely sopping, and 'accidentally on purpose' she moved the muscles in her legs slightly, so that the padded vaginal lips opened subtly to let my fingers into her. I did not retract!! Could it be that Georgina wanted to get turned on while recounting her tale, so that she could get it out of her system, whilst at the same time end up getting a good fucking to put the matter to rest? I'd test her.
'Did you take more than one cock in your mouth at the same time, Georgina,' and I pushed two digits right into her opening body. I felt a slurp.
'I think...I think so, Paul. Yes, I had two cocks in my mouth at one time. Oh, that's nice, Paul, ye...yes, oh Paul, you're so understanding!!' (What's understanding about sticking your fingers up a mature woman's cunt when she's recalling being raped on holiday—but I was just a 19 year old, and didn't know anything!!).
'Go on Georgina. Open your legs. Carry on, so that you can forget the episode for ever!!' Her legs opened straight away, and my hand pulled her skirt right up, and then I went to the front of her black panties. The moon shone down onto the sofa as I pushed my fingers down the front of Georgina's pants, and went at her a little more roughly.
'Come on Georgina, tell me. You want to tell me what happened in Turkey, so I want to know it all. You're very wet, really wet, aren't you, and I know that you're really enjoying telling me aren't you? Did they 'cum' on your face, Georgina, or did you let them spurt down your throat --come on, tell me, you want to, don't you, then you might get a good fucking on that big bed of yours.'
Her breathing was now heavy, she was panting, and her head lolled about. One of her hands went down onto the front of her pants, to push my fingers through the material.
'Yes, Paul, push in harder, go on, please. They all fucked me Paul. One came in my mo... yes, yes, harder, Paul. One came in my mouth, and then they just bent me over the settee and fucked me hard from behind, each taking turns, while the other two got their breath back. '
'Aaaaaaghhh, Paul, Paul, no, no,,,,yesssss ----I'm 'cumming' Paul,' and I could feel her cunt in spasms as Georgina could no longer control its movements. There was no question that Georgina had brought that climax on herself, and she just lay in my arms, silently coming back down to normality.
We weren't going to discuss Turkey anymore that evening, I could see that, but perhaps my interrogation of her behaviour had added to her eroticism, and it was something that she couldn't resist. I made a mental note to try it with Georgina whenever possible. She had a lot of life to look back over.
'I really must go Georgina. I've got to call in the pub on the way home, and I have to be at work by 7 in the morning.'
'No Paul, no. Please!! You said,' and she squirmed her body all round me, and her lips were kissing me all over my face, but I had to resist --just this once. I wanted to toy with her just one more time, to really stretch her loyalty, and then I would give her just what she wanted, just what the rules were designed for!!
'I have to Georgina, but I will be here tomorrow evening to take you for a quiet drink. I know it's a Monday, but I think you deserve a reward after the heartache of this evening. Put the photos away, and I will inspect them another time, Georgina. OK?'
'I suppose it will have to be, won't it,' she giggled, 'but I shall expect you to treat me like a lady tomorrow --all within the 'code of conduct' of course. Any particular outfit, Paul?'
'I'll come round at 7o'clock, inspect your clothes, and then I'll choose. I can wait while you get ready then, can't I, Georgina?' I had left within 5 minutes.
I had learnt another lesson tonight. If you let a woman talk through her ordeals, you will probably find out that they enjoy being a little submissive, and really get turned on by having to recall their experiences. Georgina certainly did, and I was sure there was more where that came from --and I still hadn't seen the photos or the videos yet!!
The following evening, we had found a very secluded pub out in the country, about 40 minutes drive away, and were sitting by the enormous log fire in the lounge bar by 8.30. I had chosen Georgina's outfit when I went to collect her, and she looked classically fuckable!!
I didn't want anything sluttish, or tartish, but I wanted it to be classy and sophisticated, with really erotic underwear underneath. It was a cold January night, so Georgina's underwear was covered by the thick, suede coat that she often wore, but I insisted that Georgina took it off as soon as we were in the pub. There weren't many others in the tiny, little inn, and the lounge bar was dimly lit with only a few candles to supplement the glow from the hot fire. We sat in a couple of chairs near the fire, but I made sure that I was facing Georgina, and that she was facing the little wooden bar. A couple of tots of whisky, and packets of crisps, soon got our blood flowing again.
'Now Georgina. This is a very quiet pub, out of the way, and no-one is likely to know us here, are they? You look stunning in the mauve dress, and the sheer black stockings only add to the picture of classy sexiness that you portray.' She smiled her appreciative smile, and crossed the silky legs. Oh, God --I was rampant already. The dress was not short, it sat beautifully on this 51 year old woman, and it melded tightly to her body, and her fine breasts stood out magnificently.
There was a bar girl behind the bar, about 18 I should think, and every now and then, the elderly landlord would poke his nose round the corner, to make sure everything was OK. After a couple of sips from our glasses, I began to entice Georgina a little.
'This is very nice, Georgina, isn't it? You look really classy tonight, and I'd love to make love to you in that dress. Have you any photos in that dress, you know, erotic photos?'
'I'm not telling you about any of the photos, Paul. Please. You can look through them as much as you want, but I don't want to talk about them. Some of them I had to steal from their owners when we separated, just so that they didn't get in the wrong hands --I should've torn them up really, but there we are. I want you to make love to me, though. In any dress, any dress at all. You know that Paul, don't you?'
'Georgina, I want us to go away for a weekend together --in about 2 or 3 weeks time, when the weather is a bit warmer. Would you like that? I know a lovely little place down on the south coast, and if we both took Friday afternoon off work, we could drive down and have a nice couple of days together before coming back on the Sunday evening.' She almost bit my arm off!!
'Oh God, yes please, Paul. Oh yes. Anywhere. Take me away and play with me. That would be absolutely lovely. I don't really know the south coast very well, so you can show me the sights, and perhaps the beaches. If you want to take me out of the bedroom, that is!!'
I was going to have a dirty weekend with this mature woman and she couldn't wait!! She just wanted to give herself to me, and enjoy all the attention.
'Of course, Georgina, we need to get you a new outfit before we go, so next Saturday we'll go into the city, and buy you some boots, with matching skirt and top. The expense of the clothes, and the weekend, will be shared between us, Georgina. OK.'
She was agreeable to anything, and I think it was probably the first time in years that anybody had offered a little break away from the caravan for her. I could see the excitement on her face, and I really did keep feeling sorry for her, particularly after the tales she had told me about her marriage to Charlie --what a shit he must have been. Treating Georgina like a lady would bring great rewards to me, and I could probably be rough and dominating with her, as long as I stayed by her side, and protected her from loneliness and despair.
'Of course, Georgina, the 'rules' will apply all the time, even for the weekend away, and I would like to bring a camera with me, to take scenic pictures and capture memories for my scrapbook.' I smiled at the sexy woman, and I went to the bar to top up the drinks, and Georgina knew full well what I meant.
'I love the white underwear I chose for you this evening, Georgina. It holds your body beautifully, and you look really sexy again.' I had changed the subject from the weekend, but the scene had been set for our little break away together, and Georgina could enjoy the thoughts over the next few weeks. I reached over and put my hand on Georgina's knee, quite subtly to start with, but I could see that she was enjoying my touch. She was facing the bar, and I had done this on purpose, as I wanted to test Georgina in the face of public display. We knew no-one here, but it was still in public, and I wondered how far she would allow me to venture.
'I'd love to caress you now, Georgina, you're legs are really turning me on again.' I watched her smiling at me, and I knew that the thought excited her, in spite of being sat in the lounge bar of a public house. This was a woman who could show off almost the entire length of her legs in an office, and still give the impression that she had no control over it, so what I wanted to do now should be easy for her.
'I'd love to run my fingers up your thigh and feel the soft, white skin above your stocking tops, Georgina. Would you like that?' My fingers crept another inch or two up her leg, and then I stopped for a moment, and watched Georgina's face. Did she want me to go on? Did she want the exciting feeling of exhibiting herself here in this quiet little country pub? I carried on.
'Georgina, please just cross your legs for me. You know how it excites me. Let your dress ride up your thighs, so that I can see more of your sexy legs. You shouldn't be ashamed of them, Georgina --and I don't think you are, are you? You've always loved teasing with your legs, and I saw you loads of times at the office letting your skirt go up your legs --you almost gave all the old men heart attacks. Do it for me now, Georgina, please do it.'
I took my hand away from her thigh, and took a sip from my glass. I was able to watch Georgina begin one of her clever movements of crossing her legs without appearing to know what she was doing. It was fabulous. The woollen, mauve material rode up and up, and she held her thigh up just long enough to allow the hem to go far enough up, without her suspenders coming into view. She was a past master at the art. She rested her thigh across the other leg, and I could have fucked her there and then --and she knew it!!
I noticed that the old landlord appeared to spend more and more time in our 'bar' and it was pretty obvious why. Georgina was not making a spectacle of herself, but she was showing off her stunning legs in the high heels, and who could blame anybody for wanting to watch. This was the first time I had asked Georgina to do anything in public for me, and I didn't want to overdo it on this occasion --we were just starting off, and if I went slowly, slowly, then I could increase my demands over the months, and Georgina would learn my ways. She had said, 'Do what you want with me, Paul, treat me as your slave, I love the rules,' hadn't she? Well, I wanted to build her up nicely, so that indeed she was my slave and plaything. It was mind-blowing stuff for a young man.
'I want to give you satisfaction, this evening, Georgina. I want to make your body tingle with excitement. You are already arousing me with your stunning limbs, and I love the way you let me look at you when we are out in public. It's very dark outside now, Georgina, and I don't think I can wait until we get back to the caravan --I want to explore you in the car, Georgina --I want to go now and caress and touch you when we get back into the car.'
'Oh yes, me too, Paul. Oh that sounds exciting—God, I feel like a young girl again. Now? Can we go now, Paul?'
'Wait a moment, Georgina. One more thing. I want to visit the 'Gents,' but when I return, I want you to show me your legs fully, as I walk back to you across the room. I want you to cross your legs again, so that I can really see all of them. You know, don't you? Then we'll go, Georgina.' She just smiled as I left my chair, and I could tell she was excited about my suggestions. I returned a minute or two later, and as I entered the bar, I watched Georgina start to give her short display.
Her dress had already been high on her thighs, and now she made great play of uncrossing her legs, and re-crossing them the other way. As I watched, the darkness at the tops of Georgina's thighs was so tantalising, and I could spot very briefly stocking tops and white skin, but then it was gone, and only the stunning legs in the black nylon were on view again. It was a scintillating display, carried out by a professional cock-teaser, and now she deserved some of the attention I had promised her.
My cock was already hard as we left the pub, and I had watched the landlord almost dribble down his shirt as he smiled goodbye to Georgina as we went by. He had seen her wonderful display, no doubt, and I'm sure I had heard him say, 'Hope to see you again,' as we left through the door. We walked across to the car, parked in the gravel car park, and I went round to Georgina's side to open her door. I couldn't resist. In the pitch dark, I cuddled up to Georgina's back, and put my hands round her waist.
Then, I unbuttoned her big coat, and caressed her tummy, feeling the suspender belt under her dress, around her waist. Georgina let out a sigh, and leaned her hands against the car.
'Oh Paul...' My hands stayed on the outside of her dress, and the coldness of the night made us both shiver, but I wanted Georgina to shiver through sheer lust. I played with her breasts, I cupped them and squeezed them, and then I ran my hands down again to the insides of Georgina's thighs. I felt the suspenders running down to her stocking tops, and I ran a hand into the centre, right onto Georgina's vagina. Her breathing started to become a little heavier, and I knew she wanted to continue.
I began to ease Georgina's dress up the front of her thighs, pulling, pulling, pulling, touching her skin, and then the tufts of hair, and then the panties that were pulled tightly into her cunt. I ran a finger along the wet material.
'Paul, Paul...God...Paul,.you've got me Paul. Do what you want --here ---now!!' The display in the pub had obviously turned on Georgina as well. She was holding tightly to the roof of the car, now, and I rolled her dress up and tucked it into itself, so that it remained in place, at her waist, without me having to hold it any longer. I was able to concentrate on playing with Georgina's body, and she certainly needed the concentration. From behind, Georgina's coat was hiding her body, but against the car, her legs and tummy were open to the elements.
Quickly, I pulled Georgina's tight panties down her thighs, and pulled her legs apart so that I could play easily with her cunt. Her little panties were stretched across her open thighs.
'Yes, Paul, oh yes. Carry on. I'm so wet!!' And she was --so wet! I pushed my fingers up her --one, then two, then three, and her sighs became louder with each finger. I rubbed my thumb through her pubes, and stroked across her clit on occasions, her sighing now quite frantic.
'Looking forward to the holiday, Georgina? I want to take you across to a little Island I know, and take pictures of you in the sand, with the waves crashing all around you.' My fingers were lifting her up onto tip-toe with each thrust up into her cunt. 'Take you into the sand dunes, and make you undress down to your underwear, and then fuck you over the rocks. Would you like that Georgina, would you?'
'Yes, yes, Paul. Fuck me anywhere you like, Paul. Take pictures of m...don't stop, Paul, please, don't stop ...oh, just fuck me now, Paul. Please fuck me Paul, please, please.' She wasn't kidding, and she was rampant.
'Open the door, Georgina, open the door,' and between us we quickly got her door open, and held it ajar. At least we were partially hidden, and Georgina didn't seem to give a damn anyway. She again stood close to the car, her hands on the roof, and I managed to unzip myself. I had to ease Georgina's coat up at the back, and I held my cock in my hand and tried to guide myself towards her open legs. I looked down and her naked ass looked magnificent, ---firm and inviting. God, this was some woman --51 years old, supposedly refine and classy, but quite willing, and able, to still be fucked in a pub car-park. Magnificent!!
Slowly, I was able to feed my cock up into Georgina's delicious and receptive cunt from the rear. She had eased her legs back a foot or two, and arched her back, and I was up her like a rat up a drainpipe. As I slid in, Georgina let out a deep sigh, as though I had knocked the wind from her, but she was very quick to push back and get into that wonderful fucking rhythm. In, out, in, out, in, out, and I held tightly to her hips underneath the coat. I could easily keep her dress from falling down as I held her, so we just carried on regardless.
'You have such a wonderful body, Georgina, I could go on fucking you for ages. I want to get right up inside you,' and I just kept thrusting right up into her, and I thought that my words might heighten her excitement. I think they did.
'Yes, Paul. Chriss...Fuck me harder then, Paul. It's wonderful, wonderful,' and she opened her legs a fraction more and stood firmer against my onslaught. I held her waist a lot tighter with one hand, and now pulled her down onto my cock with each thrust, as I humped it right up into her sodden vagina. My other hand crept down to play with Georgina's clit, and I found it standing to attention, begging for me to rub it. I obliged vigorously, and Georgina nearly went into orbit.
'Aaaagh...yes, yes, ye...Paul. Oh God, God, I'm coming, Paul...' As I doggy fucked this exciting woman at the side of my car, my head turned and I could see a figure in the dark, upstairs window of the pub. We were being watched, but wild horses were not going to stop Georgina from reaching her orgasm, so I didn't say anything, and just carried on. Bang, bang, bang, and I was putting every ounce of energy into fucking Georgina Lent into another wonderful orgasm, and the sudden excitement of being spied upon had sent my own sap steaming up from my testicles.
I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to, and I kept moving my cock in and out, in and out, and holding Georgina as tightly as I could while we both thrashed headlong into our respective climaxes. As my pace slowed and my sperm splashed up into the accommodating orifice, I leaned over Georgina's body, and it was only the car that saved us from falling over. As we subsided slowly, our breath showing up in the night air, I looked over and was sure it was the landlord who was outlined in the unlit window. There was a good chance it was and, no doubt, Georgina had brought him a few minutes pleasure with her performance and her filthy mutterings --he was hardly likely to cause a fuss, and perhaps he hoped that we would visit again.
'Get in the car, Georgina, but don't pull your panties up,' I urged. She slowly slid down into the seat and I went round and got in the driving seat. As we set off, I felt between her legs and she obligingly opened, so that I could caress her cunt again, and feel my 'cum' leaking out.
'Take your pants off, Georgina, and put them on the seat, between your legs.' She did so, and between trying to keep the car in a straight line and keeping my eye on the road, I was able to play and toy with Georgina's vagina, and occasionally feel right inside her sloppy cunt. It was heaven.
'When I drop you off, Georgina, in a minute, I want you to go to bed and masturbate yourself to orgasm again. I want you to get into bed and play with yourself, thinking about all the wonderful times I am going to make love to you, and all the wonderful places we are going to do it. By the way, Georgina, when I was fucking you in the car park, the pub landlord was watching us from his window.'
'Oh God, no Paul. He wasn't, was he?' but immediately her fingers went to her clit and rubbed for a moment.
'You liked that Georgina, didn't you? The thought excites you, doesn't it?' She didn't answer, and I didn't press it, but I put it into the memory bank, perhaps for future reference.
'Aren't you coming in, Paul. Aren't you coming in to stay the night with me? Oh please do Paul,' and she held my hand tightly, and pushed it hard into her vagina. I wanted to leave her wanting more.
'Look Georgina. Not tonight. It's been wonderful again, but there's so much to look forward to, isn't there. On Saturday, we're going into town to get you some sexy clothes aren't we, and then in a few weeks we can go away and spend two nights together—doing anything we want to, Georgina. I want to do that, and I want to take some photos of you as well. That's what I want, Georgina. To have a really relaxing weekend, in the country, and by the sea, and enjoy pleasing you, Georgina. ( Pleasing myself as well, but I didn't need to say that!!).
'Oh Paul, you're awful,' she smiled. 'Do you really want me to...do you really want... you know... in bed?'
'Yes Georgina. I want you to go to bed now, and do it again. To bring another orgasm to your body, and think naughty thoughts while you do it. To think about us going back to the pub sometime, and perhaps getting the landlord excited again. Do that for me, Georgina, will you. Not 'will you', Georgina --I want you to do it!!
We kissed long and passionately in the car outside of her caravan, and I still played between her open legs as we did so, but then I opened the door for Georgina, and pushed her towards her empty and lonely home. She was giving herself to me, slowly and surely giving her whole being to me, and I was ecstatic with excitement.
Georgina was heaven, and there was so much more we were going to do. Saturday would be here quite soon.!! | literotica |
Title: Meant To Be by Lady Obsidian Vormund
Tags: Bunny, Contemporary, Creampie, Cub, Female, First Time, Forced, Incest, M/F, Male, Missionary, Rabbit, Rape, Series, Straight, Vaginal, Virgin, forced orgasm
DISCLAIMER: If you don't like yiff, m/f, rape or incest - DON'T READ!
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Daniel stood staring at his sister's closed door, glancing back down the stairs. Giving a nod, he was convinced the house was quiet. His parents had gone out for the night, and had called him to come over to stay with Mopsy, fearing for the child's safety.
Mopsy...His baby sister...
But, to Daniel, she was so much more..
The male rabbit was quite a sight, strong in body and in mind. But, thinking of Mopsy made his tall, muscled, black furred body tremble and his heart flutter. He knew it was wrong, but couldn't help himself.
Taking a deep breath, he worked up the courage to knock on the door.
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Mopsy looked up from her book as a knock came on her bedroom door. Looking at the wall-clock, the young rabbit saw it was just before dinner-time. So, figuring it was her mother calling her to the table, she sighed, putting her book aside as she got off her bed and crossed the room to open the door.
"I'm coming, Mom -" she started, then squealed in delight, wrapping her arms around the neck of the older male rabbit that stood in the doorway. "Daniel!"
"Hey, little sis," the rabbit responded, lifting Mopsy off her feet in a warm hug.
Daniel Harris was the oldest child of the family, a family of 8 children. Daniel was 25 years old. Mopsy was 13 years old, and also the youngest of the Harris children.
Setting his sister down, Daniel looked her over. For one so young, even he had to admit she was a beautiful sight. She stood at 5 foot 5 inches tall and just over 100 pounds. Most of her fur was a soft, sandy brown, and her short cropped hair was jet black. Her long ears hung down just past her shoulders and were the same sandy color of her body, save for the tips, that were the same black of her hair.
Having her do a small turn, which she did with a giggle, he examined her from head to toe, noting the slim, tones of her body. He smiled to himself, looking at her firm buttocks, that ended with the fluffy, white ball of her cottontail.
When she turned to face him again, she raised one eyebrow at the slight smile on her brother's face. "What is it? Don't you recognize me?" she teased.
"I would know you anywhere." He countered, lightly. "Though, I don't think anyone outside the family would mistake you for a young kit anymore." Daniel chuckled, as he reached to run a claw gently over his sisters cheek, looking into her chocolate brown eyes.
The younger rabbit blushed under her brother's scrutiny, only now remembering that she had undressed earlier to be more comfortable, and now was only wearing her black underwear and undershirt. "You shouldn't do things like that, Danny," Mopsy said nervously, as she stepped away from her sibling's touch. Moving to walk past him, she said, "Umm...We should get downstairs for dinner. Mom and Dad will be waiting.."
"Mom and Dad aren't here." Daniel said cheerfully as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
He surveyed the room slowly, taking everything in. "You changed the colors, I see." He noted, since the room that used to be pink and white was now done in lavender and dark blue. "I like it."
"I did." Mopsy said with a grin, as she grabbed soft robe that was lying on an overstuffed armchair, and wrapped it around herself. "Pink and white just seemed so...babyish." She explained, distaste evident in how she wrinkled her pink nose.
From where Daniel was looking at Mopsy's bookcase and her various papers, he glanced at the younger rabbit and chuckled. "And you are certainly not a baby anymore." He confirmed.
Mopsy's eyes lit up happily, taking her brother's word for a simple compliment. She sat down on the bed, watching as he continued to study her room with interest.
After a few moments of silence, Mopsy piped up. "What have you been up to, Danny?"
"Not much at all." He replied with a sigh as he came to sit beside his sister on the bed. "Work is still busy. Not seeing anyone..." He glanced at her. "You're the only one that's ever shown any interest in me, Mops."
"I'm sure that's not true," the female said sympathetically, moving closer to give her brother a hug. She smiled as Daniel wrapped his strong arms around her in return. "It just takes time, is all."
"How can one so young be so smart?" Daniel asked, half to himself, as he held Mopsy close to him. He leaned in and sniffed her neck lightly. "You're everything Mops. You're smart, funny, caring...very beautiful..."
Mopsy smiled again, but moved away from the hug gently. Feeling the resistance in Daniel's body though, she looked surprised as he, instead, lifted her into his lap. Looking into her brown eyes, his blue ones held a smile as he played with her hair, then began to scritch the place where her long ears met her head. This caused an involuntary murr of delight to come from Mopsy.
Daniel smiled lazily. "So beautiful..."
Then, before his sister could refuse, he leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth. Mopsy tried to move away, but Daniel at 6 foot 5, had a hundred pounds over her, held her securely. Daniel continued the kiss, his tongue eventually prying it's way into her mouth.
Exploring her mouth with his tongue, Daniel's desire soon began to rise, and, holding Mopsy with one paw, he moved the other to strip her off her white cotton robe, letting it drop to the floor beside the bed. He than moved the kiss from her mouth, to her neck, licking and suckling at the soft spots there, enjoying the sounds of delight, how involuntary, that came from his sister.
"Daniel stop...please...this isn't right." Mopsy pleaded with her brother, squirming.
Daniel smiled softly, stroking her hair as h tried to soothe her. He lifted her from his lap to lie her on the bed. Quickly stripping off his clothes, now only in his underwear, he forced Mopsy down as she tried to get off the bed. She moved her head and squinted her eyes closed, determined on to see her brother in this undressed state.
"It's aright, Mops." Daniel cooed as he laid down beside idly tracing one paw over the line of her body, soon getting to the slit between her legs. Mopsy jolted in fear, squirming as she begged him to stop.
But he ignored her, only saying, "Don't worry. Nobody will bother us for hours."
Tracing around her slit gently, hoping to relax her, Daniel then moved one finger inside, beginning to move it in and out of her sex, gently at first, then faster. He smiled as the female moaned, a mixture of enjoyment and pure horror.
After nearly half an hour of fingering his sister, all the while soothing her pleas to stop, Daniel took off his underwear, now lying naked on top of Mopsy as he nibbled and licked at her breasts. "You are the perfect female, Mops. Absolutely perfect.." he panted with lust.
She scratched his back, trying to get him to get off her, but he refused to be moved. Desperate, she squirmed for all her little body was worth, but suddenly stopped as she felt his member graze her inner thigh. He had taken off her underclothes, so they now laid naked together. Though the fur against fur felt nice, and she had been wondering about sex or awhile now, Mopsy reminded herself that this was not right. Not with her brother!
Daniel looked down at her with a frown. "Why fight it, Mops? All I want to do is love you."
"This isn't love." She argued, "at least not the way love is supposed to be!"
Daniel ignored her pressing his body to hers as with his paws, he played with her taut nibbles as her kissed her with his full passion. "The way you move, drives me wild." He moaned. "The feeling...the heat between us, I know you felt it too - you were wet when I fingered you.."
He moved himself to hover above her, moving to slowly press his erect sex into her wet slit. As he sunk deep into her, the siblings shared a moan of pleasure, causing Daniel to grin. "See? You wanted me as much as I wanted you."
Mopsy shook her head wildly, feeling sick to her stomach. "I don't! It's just a bodily reaction, Daniel. Please, stop this."
"Wrong, Mops." The older rabbit countered with a pant, as he bean to move in and out of her sex. "It's love. It's meant to be." He continued to try and convince her he was right, as he moved within her. Her sex felt so good on his penis, spasming in time with his thrusts. Mopsy kept trying to get away, to beg him to stop, but he ignored her. Since she moan and pant with him sometimes, he was convinced that she loved him as much as he loved her.
Soon, they were both covered with sweat, and Mopsy was to tied to fight her brother's abuse. She figured if she just played along, he would stop. Right?
Daniel paused momentarily, noticing that she wasn't fighting him anymore. "Good girl," he murred softly, leaning down to kiss her neck. "Let us love each other.."
Slowly, he picked up speed, moving in and out of her as his lust grew. She felt so good around him, and her moans and murrs of love were music to his ears. Soon, he could hold himself back no longer, and his body spasmed, showing every muscle in his strong back. With one loud moan, he released his seed into Mopsy, trembled along with him.
Spent, Daniel relaxed and rolled off Mopsy to lie beside. He stroked her dark hair lovingly, pulling her to him, to rest in the crook of his arm. Kissing her forehead gently, he closed his eyes happily.
"I love you, Mopsy." He said softly.
"I love you, too, Daniel." She replied dully. | FSE |
Title: Chapter 12: Gift of Installment by rsareal
Tags: Digimon, Human, No-Yiff, Story Progression
First off I don't own any chars from Digimon Series, however I do own a char named Al and Sarah. I apologize first hand if there are Spelling and Grammar Errors. More over please enjoy the story.
Chapter 12: Gift of Installment
Everyone went back to Al's house, passing the same road they took before. They saw more activities on the street; the ladies were walking carrying some groceries, a young teenager walking at least three dogs, some people tending their yard whether by trimming the bushes or watering the flowers, two or three cars pass by every 45 minutes and counting. It really was a normal day for them, but for Al it was a special day. He wanted to celebrate it but with all the allowance and the economical problems, he can't fulfill his wishes and thus he went silent and kept on walking.
By the time they arrived at Al's house it was almost lunch time. Al was wondering what kind of lunch Sarah is preparing, but then again he make her cry and he guessed that she didn't prepare the lunch because she is too busy pulling herself together. Al sometimes felt guilty yelling at his mother when he felt uncomfortable; as they say a mother will always be a mother and you've got to respect her for raising us. When all of them entered the house, they heard someone is cooking for their lunch. To Al's surprise that it was his mother Sarah is cooking some lunch for all of them, ‘That was a new record, usually it takes more time for her to recover.' "Mom, I'm back with the guests."
His mother looked at Al first then the guests and back at Al again, "Welcome back, dear. I'm sorry for telling your sad story again in front of the strangers."
Al then looked away from her face for a moment and then looked back at Sarah, "Its okay, mom. I was wrong as well for yelling at you if I'm in a bad mood. But everything is settling now, mom, and the guests probably want to have something to eat as well."
Sarah gave a light smile either relief from any burden or hearing part of my sentences. Then she looked back at her cooking, "Well the food isn't ready yet, it might take a while though."
"That's all right, Mrs. Revenant. I still have something to do with your son here. Do you mind if I excuse myself?" said Takato with a cheerful voice. "Show me to your room, kid. I need to plug something for your computer." Al showed the way to his room to Takato while bringing the package they brought before.
"In that case, Yolei and I will help you with the cook, Mrs. Revenant," said Kari and start washing her hands.
Takato and Al went into Al's room. He was amazed of how spacious the room was, and yet less furniture. Takato looked around a bit and saw the computer. He then rushed to the computer and start preparing something. "Right, here goes nothing." Takato open the package and taking out almost all items inside it. There were VR goggle, control pad, slots, cable connectors, high speed satellite modem, portable, and CD program. "First I will plug all the necessary cable you will use for the game. The cable that connected to the screen will be divided so that you can use monitor or VR goggle, but I recommended you to play with VR goggle since it is equipped with headset and microphone so we can communicate inside the game." Takato remove the wire and placed an additional wire so the goggle can be used.
"Next up, the control pad and the slot will plug in the same additional place, noticed the end of the slot cable? There's a slot as well to plug the control pad." He shows it to Al for a moment and Al nodded in understanding. Then continue the process and plugged the slot and the control pad. "Last is to turn on the computer and ready the installment." He turned on the computer and waited for password confirmation. Al input the pass code and Takato began to browse his computer. "Wow, you're a gamer. I can see some racing game, fighting game, and even RPGs."
Al feeling kind of embarrasses replied, "That is true, at least I had enjoyed the game since I was bored to death. But in the end I'm getting tired from those games."
"Well that is true, it's always the same and nothing changes. But for this game, I can guarantee that you will like it since this will be your side job that is. Other than that, just enjoy the game." Takato then put the CD into the tray and the disc began to read. However the capacity was over limit and with Al's permission, Takato began to delete all the games that were installed in his computer and thus leaving lots of space for the game to be installed. While on the waiting list, Takato began to plug the modem and start the connection add up. "Good, while we wait for the game is completely installed. I will tell you about the modem. This modem is made for a high speed game and it was connected via satellite, the great part of it was the signal was extremely excellent and didn't affect by weather change. Also it is safe to use since it was design for all of us to use it anyway, I mean no wave radiation or anything that makes you ill. The connection itself is using special code that has been provided by Gennai, so whenever you are connected to the internet, it is free of charge and of course free of virus." After adding up the connection Takato looked back at the install process. "Well it's still a long way from finish and I'm beginning to feel hungry. Let's get some food then we come back later."
The foods are all set in the table. Kari, Rika, Yolei Suzie, and Sarah already sat in their own chair, talking about everyday life. Takato and Al had return from Al's room and sat on an empty chair. Al looked at the food and to his surprise there were so many of it, enough for at least 10 people. "Mom, don't you think you've cooked too much?"
"I know, but it is our efforts so don't waste it and try some. I'm sure that Ms. Kamiya and Ms. Inoue's cooking were good." His mother replied him with a smile.
"All right, everybody is here so ‘itadakimasu'," said Suzie after looking around for any absent chair. Al and Sarah were confused about what it means and Rika told them, "It is a simple phrase in Japan that we grace to the God for the food He gave us." Both Al and Sarah nodded in understanding and then bow down for a moment then enjoy their lunch. Since the Digimons are inside the D â€" Server, they got some food inside as well, just like any normal Digivice. The humans enjoyed the multi-flavor foods, while the Digimons didn't enjoy theirs since it's only a plain roasted meat with no water to replenish their thirst.
Al tried the food that has been cooked by Kari and Yolei and comments, "hmm... Ms. Kamiya's cooking was good, but not the best. And for Ms. Inoue's cooking well is ok although it's quite overcooked. In fact, those who engage with her should be warned." All of the other guests beside Yolei smirk a bit because what Al comments were true since Yolei still learn how to cook.
"Well, at least I tried," replied Yolei with quite embarrass and annoyed.
"Relax, Ms. Inoue. With more practice and patience you can make better than this."
"Well at least somebody respect my hard work and leave a nice comment for a change."Yolei said it while looking at Takato and Kari still embarrass and annoyed.
After having some lunch and talk together for at least an hour Al and Takato excuse themselves and went back to his room to see the progress followed by Kari and Rika, while Sarah, Yolei and Suzie clean the dishes.
Takato looked at the computer for a moment checking the progress, and it seems the installment was complete. "Well it seems the process is complete. All we have to do is to restart the computer and have a test run to see if the game is working properly." Takato hit the ‘turn off' icon and ‘restart' icon, then let the computer restart itself. After the computer is restarting and Al input the pass code again, Takato highlighted the game. Of course with some patch up and updates, everything will be ready in a matter of minutes or hours. "Well that's that. All we have to do is waited, and while we doing it do you have some questions about the game or anything else?"
Al think for a moment then began to ask, "How many people that had Digimons with them, Mr. Takato?"
"Well, counting all of us that I know, there are at least 700 from all around country."
"With that many people why there's only five that investigate the incident?"Al asked with full of curiosity seeing only five of them that came to him.
"Actually there are 20 of us that investigating this case," replied Renamon from inside Rika's D - Server. "Or 21 to be precise, if we counted you of course."
"Only 20 people investigating this case then where are the rest of them?"
"We had... personal cases between them and their Digimons?" said Takato feeling uneasy to discuss the matter.
Al saw Takato's action and decided it to drop it for a moment. "Okay... I won't go any further for now. Next question: Have you found the exact source for the anomalies in the game?"
"So far we only found it in infected Digimon, unless we missed something that even we didn't notice it from the start," replied Kari still thinking that possibility.
"Then how come did you know when the glitches are coming?"
"One of our team created a device or a detector that can detect the glitch at high frequency. The glitch itself is like an EMP that will set off if the capacity was overload." Kari explained about yesterday incident and then saw Al's confusion again. "EMP stands for Electro Magnetic Pulse. For easy to understand it was a magnetic bomb that can distort any machine for a moment and even rewrite the program." Al becoming more confuse for this matter. "You saw a wave pass through the stadium right, that is what pulse means. A slight distorted image for a couple of second that even others didn't notice it coming."
"Others didn't notice it, then how come I can see the wave that passes through the stadium?" Al asked if what Kari said was true that the glitches were invisible to others eyes.
"Good question, how did you saw the glitch clearly while others aren't," asked Gatomon inside the D â€" Server. "You shouldn't be able to see the glitch and yet you did."
"I don't know. I just did."
"Maybe we should ask Gennai to check it once we had the chance. He might know something that we don't," suggest Rika.
Kari agreed with Rika's suggestion, "I guess that's a good idea, if there are abnormalities in this situation he knows more than us."
Al getting more and more confused, ‘Who is this Gennai person, is he an expert in this situation?' Then he looked at the computer. "I guess the patches are finish." Then Kari, Rika and Takato looked at the computer.
"That's good. After you start the game, all you need to do is to put the Digivice in to the slot. The Digivice itself acted as your user name and your password," said Takato giving some instruction on how to play the game. "The Digivice will automatically on once you put it in the slot. The magnet at the top of the Digivice will log you automatically in the online game and the coliseum game." Al put the Digivice in the slot and it is automatically on and logged, just like Takato said. "Okay, you already log in. The next part is to choose your character and so far you only had Agumon. If I remember correctly one Digivice can hold up to three playable characters. And since I'm a non player, I can't recommend anything."
Takato teach Al about the basic of the game about how to walk, communicate, battle, and use skills, items and other additional thing. Al nodded understanding all the information that he needed to know. All except one, he tried to remember again all the items that has been taken out from the package. Then he looked at one specific item, a portable. "Mr. Takato, what is this thing does?"
"Ah... that one got slipped out of my mind." Takato slapped his own head forgetting that portable. "This is what we called D. Terminal. It is a portable that allow us communicate with other tamers, but unfortunately only few of us has it right now. It is similar to the mobile phone that has a keyboard in it. There are lists of our addresses so you can contact us easily or we can contact you if there are troubles brewing inside the game. This D. Terminal is from our founders, and this package is yours from ours. Oh and did I mentioned that it is free of batteries since it is came from Digital World."
Al was in complete awestruck for the gifts he receive from the Destinies, "That much, from all of you?" he then shook his head for disbelief; "I don't know what to say about all this wonderful gifts."
"At least a thank you would be a good start," said Rika folding her arms at her chest.
"Oh no, I should say ‘Thank you VERY MUCH' for all the gifts you gave, Ms. Rika, Ms. Kari, Mr. Takato," said Al with a laugh trying to make a joke for them. Takato giggled a little for Al's joke and Kari smile knowing what he meant. As for Rika all she could say also with a smile, "I stand corrected."
"Well it looks like everything is in order, time for us to go back then," said Takato and then he stand up flexing some muscles for sitting too long in Al's computer desk chair.
Al escorted the guests out from his room to the living room where Yolei, Suzie and Sarah are having some lively chat together. When Yolei saw her friends were out, she called them, "Hey, everyone. Done with the installment?"
"I see that you two are having some fun chat with the lady of the house, and yes we are done with the installment."
"Oh, Mrs. Revenant here has a lot of good stories to tell," said Suzie smiling at them. "I think we can become a good friend."
"Good, now I hate to spoil the fun, but it is time we go home." Takato waved at Yolei and Suzie telling them to come on. Yolei nodded but Suzie being a teenager sometimes protest, but still the guests didn't want to stay for too long otherwise they will feel discomfort for the owner.
Al escorted the guests to the door and shake hands with them. "Thank you for all the hospitality, Al," said Yolei with a smile.
"Well, I've done my best to keep all of you comfort at least," respond Al.
"If there is anything happen we will contact you through D. Terminal, so keep it close to you. In the mean time, try to get used on the game," advice Takato then they bade farewell to Al and Al replied as well.
After they were all gone, Al closed the door and then walked back in to the living room. His mother, Sarah, greet him again with a smile. "They were such a nice friend, dear." Al smiled at his mother, "They sure are, and I'm very happy to befriend with them."
"By the way, what was in the package they brought before?"
"They gave me equipment set for a game that is booming very recently."
"You mean that Digital Online that was on the adds? That was very nice of them to give that game that you wanted to try before."
"I know and yet they invite me to join a team inside the game."
"Aren't they were too old for playing that game?" asked Sarah a little confuse for a moment.
"It's true, but the game itself didn't include age limit. That means even adult can play the game," replied Al trying to give excuse for his mother.
"Alright, if you said so. By the way, I should get ready for work now."
"Working at the bar this early, that is highly unusual for you, mom."
"I forgot to tell you that last night the bar was completely crowded, and when it is closing time we didn't have enough time to clean it up. And soon the bar will be expecting more customers than last night."
"I understand. Don't come home so late, and make sure you lock the door before you pass out."
"Sorry, that was my bad. I was too drunk last night that I completely passed out."
"I'm going to bed now, mom. Don't be late, you got office tomorrow." Sarah went straight to the bathroom taking a shower before leaving to her work. Meanwhile Al went back to his room looking back at the equipments they gave as a welcoming gift. ‘Wow, I've been recruited by the Destinies. What's more is that I've got all this cool gifts. This is the best day I've ever had in my life.' Then Al thinks hard on what he should do, trying the game or go to sleep early. Unfortunately his drowsiness has overcome him much faster before he thinks, and so he went straight to bed.
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That's it for this chapter. For all readers I have sad news. The vote has been counted and the result was rather dissapointed. So far only one vote has in and the rest was blank. I thank you for those who vote and next chapter will be side chapter where Sarah's POV will be put most of it. Thank you for those read it, I hope you enjoy the chapter of D.M.O.N. series. | FSE |
Title: Double Duty
Tags: quick nap
I was so glad this day was over and my three-day weekend was just beginning. This week had dragged so slowly; it seemed more like a month. My boss, Mr. Farrell was going to be out of town so he’d given me tomorrow off. It was supposed to be nice through the weekend so maybe I’d drive down to the lake. I should go shopping for a new television but I wasn’t sure what I wanted.
The apartment was quiet, too quiet. My son was off to spend his annual two-week vacation with his father. He hadn’t really wanted to go with his dad but it was part of our visitation agreement. I didn’t need any more problems with his dad; he was a big enough pain in the ass.
The apartment was stuffy so I thought I’d open up the sliding glass patio doors and let some fresh air in. There was a very warm breeze blowing as I stepped out on the tiny patio.
“Hi Ms. B!” I heard voices greeting me.
I looked towards my neighbors and saw Alex and Tyrell sitting out on their patio. Alex and Tyrell were both city policemen. They worked together and lived in the adjacent apartment. I always felt safe knowing the two of them were usually just a shout away. The two black men looked very handsome in their uniforms. Alex and Tyrell were both in their mid-twenties, six foot tall or more with very muscular builds. Tyrell was bald; I suspected he shaved his head because he liked the look.
“Hi guys!” I spoke, returning their greeting. “Nice day!”
“Where’s your son, haven’t seen him all week?” Alex asked.
“Oh, he’s been with his father up in Chicago this week.” I replied. “He’ll be back next Sunday afternoon.”
I had to dress very conservative at work. Mr. Farrell was a stickler on dress code. Dresses and skirts had to be at least knee length and absolutely nothing low cut. Even jewelry had to be kept to a minimum. I called it my “granny look”. At least I could wear what I wanted for the next few days. I’ve got a great figure. I just didn‘t get the chance to show it off very often. I’m 36, 5’9” tall, slim with shoulder length dark hair. I couldn’t attract any of the men at work, probably because of the way I had to dress. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been out with anyone; it had been so long ago. I started to head back into my apartment to change out of my office attire.
“Ms. B. How about having a beer with us?” Tyrell shouted.
I wasn’t much of a drinker but a cold beer did sound good. I told them that sounded pretty good. I walked across the short grassy area in my high-heels towards the two men. Alex slid the patio door back and I stepped into the coolness of their apartment. The cool air was very refreshing. Alex and Tyrell motioned me towards their livingroom. It was the first time I’d ever been inside their apartment. It was very nice, all leather furniture with light oak accessories.
I noticed a big screen television along one wall and asked them about it. Alex started telling me all about it while Tyrell went to the kitchen to get the beer. The television had every feature you could dream possible and the picture was crystal clear. Alex said he and Tyrell were big sports and movie fans, that‘s why they‘d purchased it. Tyrell came back from the kitchen and handed me a cold glass of beer. It tasted great, really hitting the spot.
Tyrell motioned towards the couch, so I walked over and sat down. The leather was a little stiff but very comfortable. Alex sat on the couch with me. Tyrell sat in a leather swivel chair across from me. I had always been curious about police work so I asked them about their jobs. From the description of what they got involved in, it was far from glamorous like it’s often portrayed. Alex and Tyrell loved telling some of the funny incidences they got involved in. They talked for more than an hour, one funny story after another. Tyrell had kept refilling my glass and I was really beginning to relax. I enjoyed the two men’s company but I should be getting back to my apartment. I was getting a little hungry, probably from drinking the beer.
Alex suggested they call out for pizza. I could eat with them if I liked. It had been awhile since I’d had pizza. Their offer sounded tempting so I took them up on it. Alex went to the phone while I used their bathroom. When I returned, Tyrell had poured me another beer. I’d had enough beer so I just nursed it till the pizza arrived. Tyrell asked me about my job. I gave them a brief explanation of what I did and how boring the job was. I’d thought seriously about looking for another job but I didn’t know what kind of work might interest me more.
The pizza finally arrived. It smelled great when Alex opened the box. Tyrell put a couple of big slices on a plate and handed it to me. We sat in the livingroom, eating pizza and watching the evening news. I ate all that I wanted so I set my plate on the coffee table in front of me. I took a big drink, finishing the beer off. The effects of the beer had me very relaxed, even a little sleepy.
“How about some desert Ms. B?” Alex said almost in a whisper.
“I couldn’t eat another thing.” I replied, my voice a little slurred.
I didn’t catch their real meaning at first. I felt Alex’s arm around my shoulders pulling me towards him. He leaned into me and kissed me softly on the lips. My lips responded immediately. It had been so long since I’d been kissed. Alex’s lips moved over mine. I tried to keep our lips together making the kiss last. I could feel the heat in my body rising. I put my hand on Alex’s shoulder trying to pull him closer to me. Tyrell came over and sat down on my other side. Alex’s lips parted from mine. I opened my eyes, seeing him smiling. Tyrell put his huge hand on my chin and turned my head towards him. He put his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. I felt his tongue slide between my lips, licking them back and forth. I parted them so his thick tongue could moisten them freely. Tyrell played with my lips, then slid his tongue deeper into my mouth. He worked his tongue over mine then swirled it around my mouth.
My body was reacting to all the kissing. I wasn’t objecting as they took turns kissing me and probing their hard tongues inside my mouth. Tyrell’s hand was at the hem of my skirt pushing it slowly upwards. His strong hand brushing back and forth on my leg. I pressed my legs together to keep his hand from getting any higher but that didn’t stop him. He kept rubbing along the top of my leg, inching my skirt higher. Alex was kissing me harder, grinding his lips on mine. I felt his hand cupping one of my breasts, massaging and fondling it. My breathing was coming in slow deep breaths as the two men worked on me. I knew I should stop them but my body was hungry for attention.
Tyrell had my skirt almost pushed up to the top of my thigh-high nylons. He strong hands rubbing up and down on my legs. I relaxed, letting them part just a little. Tyrell’s hand immediately slipped down between my legs. Alex and I parted lips. Tyrell waited a minute to let me catch my breath before putting his lips on mine. He slid his huge tongue between my lips and probed deep inside my mouth. He worked it in and out of my mouth slowly. It was like he was tongue fucking my mouth. I moaned deeply as he continued sliding his tongue in and out.
I was so engrossed with Tyrell that I hadn’t noticed Alex unbuttoning my blouse. He pulled the blouse from my skirt and spread it wide open. I felt the cool air passing over my chest. Alex put his hand up to my breasts and squeezed them. The heat inside my body was building; my lips were getting tired from all the kissing. Tyrell stopped kissing me. He was looking down at his hand up under my skirt, just above the elastic of my thigh-highs, mere inches from my panties. I put my hand down to his arm, forcing him to stop. He kept his hand where it was at, not pushing up any farther. Alex kissed me on the neck several times. He put his fingers on the front clasp of my white, lace-trimmed bra. I held his wrist to keep him from pulling on the clasp. My head was clearing but my body was still very aroused. I knew I should get up from the couch and leave but I couldn’t get my body to cooperate.
“Hmmmmmm. Be a damn shame to get this far and not see those beautiful tits of yours, Ms. B.” Alex whispered.
Alex toyed with the clasp. I released my grip on his wrist letting him pull the clasp apart. My bra sprang apart, my breasts bared for their eyes. I looked down at them. My nipples responded as the cool air whisped across them. They were growing erect, blossoming on their own. Alex grinned and took one of the nipples between his fingers. He pulled on it gently causing it to elongate.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh……………… ohhhhhhhhh” I moaned deep, watching Alex play with my aroused nipples.
Tyrell slid his hand down my leg, lifting my foot up onto the edge of the coffee table. My skirt was still pushed to the top of my nylons. Tyrell kissed me softly, barely pressing his lips against mine. His hand slid between my legs, gently massaging the bare skin just above my nylons. Alex was kissing my breasts and sucking on my hard nipples. He took turns, doing one breast and then the other. I couldn’t hold back. I felt myself slipping into a long slow orgasm. My body squirmed on the couch as it overtook my heated body. Tyrell’s hand was on my pussy, rubbing back and forth over my panties. His manipulations prolonged my orgasm.
“Ohhhhhhh………. Hmmmmmmmmm” I moaned, letting myself enjoy the sensation I was experiencing.
Alex rose up from the couch and headed towards one of the bedrooms. Tyrell kept rubbing my pussy, keeping me aroused. Alex came back to the livingroom, slowing approaching the couch. He was completely naked. His huge black cock pointing straight out from his muscular body. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I was mesmerized by it’s size. Alex stood in front of me. He put his hand down to take mine. I put my hand in his and he pulled me up off the couch. I was standing right up next to him, leaning against him to steady myself. Alex took my hand and put it on his rock hard cock. I couldn’t get my fingers around it but I could feel it pulsating. Alex’s cock felt so hot. He stepped back and I followed him, still gripping his cock. Tyrell came up behind me, his strong hands on my hips.
“Let’s see what the rest of that hot little body of yours looks like, Ms. B!” Tyrell exclaimed.
I couldn’t see his face but I’m sure he was grinning as much as Alex. I had to stop this before I let it get any farther along. Maybe it was already too late, I didn’t know.
“We’ve got to stop………. this is…………. crazy.” I could barely get the words out.
Alex and Tyrell knew I wasn’t serious. Tyrell pulled my blouse and bra off, tossing them on the couch. Then his hands slowly unzipped my skirt and pushed it down my legs. Tyrell lifted each foot one at a time till I’d stepped out of it. He tossed the skirt on the couch with the rest of my clothes. I stood there wearing just my white panties, nylons and high-heels. Tyrell ran his hand over my ass.
“Damn that’s one hell of an ass!” He exclaimed aloud. “Got to be some good fuckin‘!”
Alex grinned looking down at my hand, still holding his pulsating fuck shaft. He pulled the front of my panties outward and glanced down at my trimmed pubic hair. His grin got even bigger. He let go of my panties and they snapped back. Tyrell put his hands on my panties and started to pull them down my legs. I let go of Alex’s cock and tried to stop him but he already had them down to my knees. He let go of them and they fell around my ankles. I stepped out of them leaving them lay on the floor. I looked down, seeing the large wet spot in the crotch of my panties. Alex and Tyrell noticed it too.
“Spread those gorgeous legs!” Tyrell ordered.
I spread my legs a little. Tyrell pulled them much farther apart. He pushed my shoulders forward with one hand, sliding his other hand between my legs. He gently rubbed the lips of my pussy. I couldn’t keep from wiggling my ass. I held onto Alex, my hands at his waist. Alex reached between my outstretched arms and grasped his cock near its base. He pointed it up towards my face. I couldn’t wait to taste his hard black meat. I put my lips on the bulbous head of his cock, kissing it all over. I had to work my lips around to get it into my mouth. My lips were stretched over his shaft, my tongue swiping along the underneath side. I tried pumping my mouth up and down on his cock but I couldn’t get much past the head. I sucked on the head of his cock as hard as I could. Tyrell was fingering my pussy, sliding up and down the tight slit. I felt my juices flowing. Alex held the back of my head but I still managed to suck his cock as hard as I could. My hungry mouth was making loud slurping sounds.
I felt Alex’s body tensing. His leg muscles were taut. I held his waist tight, my lips clamped onto his hard fucking cock. I sucked him till he came. His hot load shot hard to the back of my throat. I managed to swallow it just before he blew his next load into my waiting mouth. My nostrils flared trying to breath. I managed to swallow Alex’s second load. I was choking a little so I took my mouth off his cock. His firm grip on my head started to ease. I pulled myself up clawing at Alex’s chest for support. Tyrell pulled his hand from between my legs. Alex’s cock was still oozing cum; it dripped down onto the carpeting. Tyrell held me by my waist, pulling me back against him for support. I managed to slowly get my breath back.
“Fuckin’ damn, you love cum cocktails, don’t you?” Alex exclaimed.
I just nodded my head. I looked back at Tyrell. He was perspiring even though the air conditioner was running. Tyrell pushed me towards one of the bedrooms. I saw Alex walking slowly towards the kitchen. Tyrell pulled the blanket off the bed and threw it on the floor. I kicked off my high-heels and got on the bed, stretching out in the center. Alex entered the bedroom carrying a couple of beers. He handed me one and I took a big swallow, washing my mouth and throat. I handed the beer to Tyrell. He finished it off. Alex got on the bed and took my nylons off. His eyes were focused on my hot pussy. He lowered his mouth to my pussy and started licking it with his strong tongue. He probed it inside me, licking my inner walls. I saw Tyrell stripping off his uniform just before I closed my eyes. Alex worked my pussy over like an animal. He sucked my clit with his lips till I thought I would lose my mind. I had a tremendous orgasm lasting several minutes.
“AHHHHHHHHHH…………. GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD” I cried out.
Alex licked my pussy slower and slower till he finally stopped. I opened my eyes seeing Tyrell standing by the side of the bed, grinning. His rock hard cock was as big as Alex’s.
Tyrell was putting on a condom. I didn’t think I could handle his big cock up inside me. He saw the frightened look on my face. When Tyrell got the condom all the way on, he reached for a box on the nightstand. He opened the box and pulled out a large tube of lubricant. I looked up at Alex.
“Better put plenty on.” Alex suggested. “She got one tight fucking pussy.”
Tyrell squeezed a stream of the lubricant along the top of his hard cock. He took his hand and smeared it all over the long shaft. He stepped into the bathroom, grabbing a towel to wipe the excess off his hand. Tyrell walked to the foot of the bed and stood there looking down at me.
“You think you can handle all this?” He said grinning.
He was shaking his huge black cock at me when he said it. I think he was giving me a chance to say “no” and back out.
“You think you can handle this?” I said defiantly.
I spread my legs wide and slipped my fingers down over my soaking wet pussy. I was calling his bluff. Tyrell climbed between my legs pushing them farther apart. His cock looked at big as my lower arm. My eyes were bulging seeing it that close. I looked up at Tyrell’s face. He could see I was bluffing.
Tyrell pushed the wedge shaped cock between the lips of my pussy. I tried to pull away from him for a second. He pushed his cock into me slow and easy. I felt the head of his cock pass through the opening of my pussy and push deeper inside me. My pussy was being stretched as far as it could. I took a deep breath and held it till Tyrell had it worked almost all the way in. I couldn’t believe he’d gotten it inside me. I exhaled slowly when Tyrell pulled back. He pulled it all the way out. I stared at it till he pushed it back inside me. I gasped as he pumped in short, quick strokes. Tyrell’s magnificent cock was like a warm fire in my pussy. He began to take longer and harder strokes inside me. The lubricant all over his cock was making slurping sounds when he fucked into me. I felt his hot balls smacking against my ass. Tyrell put his arms under my legs so they rested in the crook of his arms. He fucked me slow and easy, then hard and fast till I came. I pushed down with my legs, lifting my ass up off the sheets. Tyrell slowed his fucking to a leisurely tempo while the orgasm took over my body. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming out. When my orgasm slipped away, he began fucking me hard again. Tyrell pumped me till his whole body went rigid. He shot his load holding my ass up off the bed. He slowly pulled his cock back and then took one more deep plunge. Tyrell must have cum for the second time. He was panting for breath. His arms collapsed to his side, my butt fell back on the bed. He was perspiring so much; streams were running down his muscular chest.
Tyrell managed to drag himself off the bed and head towards the master bathroom. I swung my legs off the bed. Alex helped me to my feet. I walked down the short hall to the main bathroom to get cleaned up. I had to force my legs to walk. Alex followed me into the bathroom, making sure I was alright.
I headed back to the livingroom to find my clothes. Alex was on the phone conversing with someone. I spotted my white bikini panties lying on the floor by the couch. I picked them up and slipped them on. Tyrell came out of the kitchen and handed me a cup of hot coffee. It tasted good, much better than the beer I’d been drinking earlier in the evening. It was mid-evening, almost dark outside.
“You alright Ms B?” Tyrell asked.
“Yes, I’m alright.” I answered, knowing he was barely able to hear me.
“Why don’t you stretch out across my bed and grab a quick nap?” Alex asked.
“That sounds good but I should get dressed and get back next door.” I answered. “Well ……….. maybe just a quick nap.”
I headed into Alex’s bedroom and climbed in under the covers. I must have drifted off almost immediately. I slept for several hours, well past midnight. I woke up hearing voices coming from the livingroom. Not just Alex and Tyrell’s voices, but female voices as well. I pulled the covers off and headed down the hallway, staying in the shadows from the livingroom lights. Except for my panties, all my clothes were laying on the couch. I wondered if the women had spotted them, wondering whose they were.
Alex saw me standing in the hallway. He motioned me to come out to the livingroom. I shook my head “no” but he kept motioning.
“Come on out.” Alex said. “Hell, don’t be shy.”
I walked slowly into the livingroom, my hands covering my bare breasts. I saw two young women standing with Tyrell. They didn’t seem surprised to see me standing there wearing just my panties. Tyrell introduced them to me. They were fellow police officers just getting off duty. One of the women, Shawndra was a black girl, about Alex and Tyrell’s age. She was slim with short hair. The other woman, Carla, was a tall blonde and built like a body builder. She had very muscular arms and a firm handshake. She was probably in her early thirties.
“Looks like Alex and Tyrell have been giving you one hell of a workout!” Carla stated, grinning.
“Hope you guys saved some of that for Carla and me.” Shawndra quipped.
I grabbed a comb from my purse, headed to the bathroom and ran the comb through my hair. Carla stood in the doorway watching me. She was staring more than just watching. I saw her eyes in the mirror looking at my butt and breasts. She was smiling and sipping a beer. I had to brush past her to get out of the bathroom. Tyrell and Shawndra were sitting on the couch, kissing. Shawndra was just wearing her bra and panties. Carla stood behind me looking over my shoulder. She reached around and started cupping my breasts. I put my hands over hers but I couldn’t pull them away. She fondled my breasts with her strong hands. I looked down watching my nipples growing erect. Carla pushed my head forward when she started kissing me along the back of my neck. I felt her hot breath tracing towards my ear. I’d never been touched by another woman before.
“I think this lady’s ready for some action!” Carla exclaimed.
Tyrell had fallen asleep sitting in one of the recliners. Shawndra and Alex had stopped kissing and were watching Carla and me. They got up off the couch, Alex walked towards me. I could see the bulge in his briefs had grown. Shawndra walked over and picked up a duffle bag. Carla grasped my wrist and pulled me back towards the bedroom. She turned on the lights as we entered. I stood there, not knowing what was going to happen next. Shawndra unhooked her bra, her breasts were quite small but her nipples were like tiny little fingers. Alex stripped off his briefs, his huge black cock stood straight out. Shawndra walked up to me and started rubbing my pussy over the material of my panties. I spread my legs willingly when she reached down between them. I looked towards Carla; she had taken off her jeans and t-shirt. She had very muscular legs. She had her bra and panties off in seconds. Alex walked over towards Shawndra and me.
“Hang on there Alex!” Carla exclaimed, grinning. “We get her first.”
Carla ordered Shawndra to take my panties off. She pulled them down my legs and I stepped out of them. My pussy was getting hotter. Carla motioned for me to get on the bed. I stretched out watching Carla approach me. She reached down and spread my legs, climbing on the bed between them. She was licking her lips back and forth. I felt her warm breath blowing on the lips of my pussy. I spread my legs farther apart causing Carla to smile. She licked all around my pussy. I felt my body beginning to squirm against her hot tongue. Carla grasped my legs firmly and held me down. She flicked her tongue against my clit, causing me flinch. Carla vibrated her tongue up and down my pussy. I was moaning as her expert tongue worked me up. My hands were grasping the sheets, I felt an orgasm building. My legs tensed enough to lift my butt up slightly. Carla stopped licking my pussy till I settled back down on the bed. She put her mouth back on my pussy and darted her tongue inside me. I gasped as she swirled her tongue inside my pussy. I felt my orgasm building again. Carla slid her tongue up to my clit and toyed with it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had a fantastic orgasm, my juices flowed.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh……… ahhhhhhhhhhhh………… ohhhhhhhhhhhh” I moaned aloud.
Carla kept her mouth on my pussy, sucking hard. My orgasm finally faded letting my body relax. I opened my eyes slowly. Carla was making the last of her slurping sounds. Alex was leaning against the dresser sipping on a beer. I looked over at Shawndra. She had a bright blue vibrator in her hand. It was long and slim, tapered at the head. Shawndra was applying some lubricant to it. She approached the bed, grinning. She was holding the vibrator, twisting the end back and forth. It hummed when she turned it on. Carla rolled me over onto my tummy and spread my legs, holding them apart. Shawndra lay across me. I felt her spreading my butt cheeks. She pressed the vibrator against my ass, not my pussy. I tensed, trying to get away from the vibrating head. Shawndra teased my butt with the vibrator and then slowly penetrated me with the tip. I felt it starting to vibrate inside me. She pushed the vibrator in a little deeper. It felt so different, an experience I’ll never forget. Shawndra turned the vibrator speed up a little. My ass was bucking as the vibrator hummed inside me. I felt Carla release her grip on my ankles. I kept my legs apart. Shawndra slowly stroked the vibrator in and out of my ass. She finally pulled it all the way out. I felt my ass still tingling.
Carla pulled a dildo from the duffle bag. It was flesh colored with straps dangling from it. She untangled the straps and stepped into it. Carla pulled it up her legs and adjusted the straps tight. It looked like she had a cock, a big cock. I knew she was going to fuck me with it. Shawndra told me to get up on my hands and knees. She took the lubricant and smeared it all over the dildo. I watched intently as she applied the lubricant. Carla got on the bed behind me and grasped my waist with her strong hands. I felt the dildo slip between the lips of my pussy and then slide all the way inside me.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh………….. Ahhhhhhhhh” I moaned.
Carla fucked the dildo in and out of me steadily. She gyrated her hips making the dildo swirl inside me. I was panting for breath. I started moving my ass back towards Carla as she increased her tempo. She slapped my butt hard. I fucked back towards her harder. I almost pushed her back off the bed but her strong legs kept her into me. She started fucking me with long, hard strokes. I came within a few minutes. Carla kept plunging the dildo harder. She released her grip on my waist and I fell forward, the vibrator slipping out of me. I lay there hugging the warm sheets, my body still quivering. I felt the bed move when Carla got off the bed. I closed my eyes till my body stopped shaking.
Alex came over and sat on the bed. He rolled me over onto my back. He seemed concerned that I was alright. I told him I was fine, just tired. I looked at his cock. He was hard and I knew he wanted to fuck me. Carla and Shawndra had left the bedroom.
“Why don’t you shut the bedroom door and turn off the lights?” I asked him, smiling.
Alex followed my suggestion and came back to the bed. My pussy was tender but I wanted him to fuck me anyway. We kissed and held each other. Alex sucked gently on my tender nipples. I told him I was ready. He didn’t waste any time pushing his huge black cock inside me. The lubricant from the dildo greased his fuck pole, allowing him to enter me without much resistance. We fucked slow and easy for quite awhile. I locked my legs around his waist forcing him to fuck me deeper and faster. He pumped his cock into me until I felt his hot cum spewing deep. He got off at least twice. His body froze as he came the second time. I held my legs tightly around him till his body relaxed. He was forcing himself to take deep breaths. He laid down on top of me and then rolled off to one side. I ran to the bathroom to pee and get cleaned up. Alex’s cum was dripping out of me, down my legs.
I heard moans coming from the other bedroom. I stood in the doorway watching Tyrell fuck his huge cock into Carla. Shawndra was straddling Carla’s face. I could see Carla’s tongue lapping at her pussy. I watched till Tyrell shot his load deep into Carla’s pussy. He pulled his cock out of her and held her legs apart. Shawndra leaned over and sucked Tyrell’s cum out of Carla’s gaping pussy. Tyrell saw me watching, he got a big grin on his face. I went back to the bedroom and stretched out along side Alex. He put his strong arms around me and we drifted off to sleep. | literotica |
Title: Hotel Concierge Service Pt. 02
Tags: anal, domme, lesbian bdsm, public sex, submission
I thoroughly enjoyed writing my first story on submissive lesbian love. Here is the next part with Bella and Michelle. This story stands on its own, but I highly recommend that you read Part 01 first.
As with all my stories, this will feature BDSM as Bella takes Michelle to new levels of submission introducing her to the club scene.
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As Michelle awakens, her body sore from an extreme workout with her new lover Bella. Two weeks after meeting, she is now living at Bella's house. Her bed is a small mattress on the floor beside Bella's bed. As Bella's submissive pet she, at this point, is not permitted to sleep with her new Mistress.
Stretching across her bed, a soft moan slips past her lips when she is reminded that her ass is still plugged from last night's marathon session.
"Baby, is that you stirring down there?" asks Bella, her insatiable need stirring.
"Yes, Mistress Bella," responds Michelle awaiting for permission to join her.
"Did you sleep like a good girl my pet?"
"Yes, Mistress Bella. You exhausted me so good last night." Michelle's pussy warming, eagerly waiting for her morning love.
"Come to me sweet baby. My pussy needs to feel your lips on it."
Bella, slowly spreading her legs as she watches her young pet slowly crawl up onto the bed. "Mmm, you look so sexy in the morning," purrs Bella, her pussy lips parting as she spreads wider for her submissive pet.
Michelle licks her Mistress's foot soon wrapping her lips around Bella's large toe, gently kissing and sucking it just the way Bella likes. She is sure not to take her eyes off her Mistress as she's been trained, her tongue slipping between each toe, licking and sucking, savoring all of her Mistress's body.
"Such a good girl," moans Bella, her finger slipping between her pussy lips. "Worship your Mistress, like a good pet."
The plug stretching Michelle's ass, touching her in all the right places while she continues to kiss and suck each toe. Their eyes locked, she slowly kisses up the toned legs of her infatuation. Michelle smiles when Bella slides her foot between her legs, pressing softly against her moistening hole.
"Mmm, that feels good," moans Michelle as she rocks her pussy over Bella's probing foot.
She feels the familiar wetness growing as she kisses higher and higher. Bella's scent exciting Michelle, her warmth growing as she approaches her Mistress's shaved pussy.
"Ohhh," moans Michelle, Bella's foot now rubbing her swelling clit.
Finally reaching Bella's pussy, Michelle's tongue slides slowly along each pussy lip. Softly and sensually she slides along her Mistress's wet cunt. Long slow licks from just below her clit down to Bella's tight asshole, occasionally circling it around her most private hole.
"Yes my pet, lick my asshole. You are such a dirty slut," Bella whispers, her hands pushing Michelle's head harder against her darkness. "Slip your tongue into my asshole. You know what your Mistress likes."
Eager to please, Michelle presses her wet tongue deep into Bella's asshole feeling it tight around her tongue as it sinks deeper into her ass.
"Fuck, so good. So fucking good," moans Bella as her obedient pet concierge services her tight asshole. Michelle darts her tongue in and out, in and out of Bella's exquisite asshole. Each insertion opening it a little more, allowing her tongue to slide deeper and deeper into her ass.
Bella's foot constantly rubbing harder and faster against Michelle's now dripping cunt is bringing her closer to orgasm, but she knows she's not permitted to come before her Mistress, and she knows cumming without permission would result in a definite punishment.
Kissing along her pussy, Michelle's expert tongue sinks between Bella's wet lips, penetrating deeper each moment. Her soft fingers slide back her delicate clit hood, eliciting a soft moan when Michelle sees the shiny, throbbing clit beckoning to her. The moans of her Mistress also growing while she circles her tongue around the pulsing pink jewel.
"Ohhhh, fuck my slut, you have learned to eat my pussy like a good pet." Bella whispers, her breathing hard, her nipples even harder. "Suck my clit you fucking whore, I need to come," Bella commands grinding Michelle's face against her wet cunt.
Like an obedient pet, Michelle wraps her pink lips around Bella's swollen pearl, tightening them as she gently sucks. Bella is moaning loudly, her pussy is on fire with need. Michelle continues to suck harder, lashing her tongue across her sensitive clit. Moaning over her pussy, while Bella jams her foot deeper into Michelle's wet cunt.
"Mmm, Mistress fuck that feels so good," moans Michelle, her pussy stretching as Bella's foot pushes into her pussy.
"Shh, my slut. Suck my clit harder my pet."
Michelle continues sucking, licking, and circling Bella's clit. She sinks two fingers into her Mistress's pussy, and at the same time, presses two into her Mistress's tight, wet asshole.
"Ohh, you fucking dirty whore. Fuck me, fuck my ass you slut," urges Bella, her pussy tightening around Michelle's driving fingers. "Don't stop, fuck dooooon't...." Bella demands, feeling her orgasm fast approaching, her foot now almost fully inside Michelle's tight pussy.
Bella holds Michelle's head, grinding her obedient sub against her dripping cunt. "Fuck, I'm cumming my pet. Fuck my pussy, my ass," she moans as the first wave rips through her. Michelle needing to cum so bad, but ignoring her needs as she picks up her pace fucking her Mistress's holes and sucking her excited clit.
"Fuck, oh fuck," Bella yells, her cum spraying from her squeezing cunt, gushing over Michelle's pretty face. Michelle's fingers tapping Bella's engorged g-spot as the next wave sprays over her face. Wave after wave of cum drenching Michelle.
Not wanting her to stop, but Bella's clit now too sensitive, she pushes Michelle off her, ordering her to get onto all fours, sliding her foot from Michelle's needy cunt.
She sighs, so close to cumming, but obediently moves into position. She lays her head down and lifts her ass into the air feeling her heart pounding, knowing she is about to get fucked hard.
Bella slowly recovers, getting off the soaked bed, gliding her fingers along Michelle's back. She opens her dresser drawer picking up one of her many strap-ons. "Do you want to cum my pet?" Bella asks, moving behind her sub, rubbing the large black cock against Michelle's wet pussy.
"Yes, Mistress, if you wish for me to cum for you," responds Michelle, moaning feeling the cold plastic head sliding between her pussy lips.
"Mmm, so wet baby," she purrs, slowly pressing the thick head into Michelle's cunt.
"F...for you Mistress, for you," whispers Michelle. The horny sub moaning, her pussy stretching to accept it. Her lips wrap around the large black cock, folding as her Mistress pushes it deeper, sliding it further into Michelle's wet hole.
Michelle can feel each thick inch, as she grabs the sheets while being penetrated by her Mistress's strap-on.
Bella caresses Michelle as she slides her hands to her pet's hips and starts fucking her submissive slut harder. Sliding the large cock in and out of her pet's pussy, occasionally pulling on the plug still buried deep inside Michelle's ass.
"Ohh, Mistress, you fill me so good."
"Mmm, feel me my love, feel your pussy stretching," whispers Bella, picking up her pace beginning to fuck Michelle the way she wants it, she needs it. Wet noises now fill the room, the Mistress pounding her submissive pet's pussy.
"Mistress, fuck me harder. Please, you know what I need."
Michelle now working hard to meet each thrust with her own.
Bella now fucking Michelle's ass with the plug watching her ass expand and contract around the pink anal plug. The black cock ramming harder, deeper, "Tell me you want this my slut, tell me you need this," commands Bella.
"Yes Mistress, fuck I want this. I need this. Don't stop. Please fuck me harder."
Bella begins to ram her pet's ass and pussy, making her moan louder.
"Mistress, please Mistress, may I cum for you," pleads Michelle, her pussy tightening around the pounding cock.
"No my pet, not yet," warns Bella, "I want you needing to cum for me." The cock now a blur fucking Michelle's dripping pussy. The pink plug moving effortlessly from Michelle's gaping ass.
"Please Mistress, please let me cum for you," again begs Michelle, not sure she can hold back much longer.
"Rub for me, my slut. Do it now," demands Bella knowing she is pushing her pet to her limit.
Quickly Michelle obeys rubbing her swollen clit, each of her holes being relentlessly pounded.
"Fuckk, Please. PLEASE!" she begs, knowing she is about to come.
"Now my pet. Come for me now, my dirty slut," orders Bella, as she continues mercilessly pounding her sub's pussy and asshole.
"Thank you Mistress, fuck. Thank youuuuuu."
Michelle cums, her much needed orgasm washing through her entire body. "Fuck, Fuck, cummming. Cumming for you."
Michelle's hand now furiously rubbing her clit as she explodes over the cock pounding deep in her pussy. Bella doesn't let up, she continues fucking her sub harder as the next wave ripples through her. "Yes my slut, cum for me, like a good pet."
Her pussy on fire as her orgasm continues, Bella not stopping even while the third orgasm rips into her pet.
Several minutes later, Michelle collapses on the bed, exhausted from the thorough fucking she just received from Bella, her beautiful, strong Mistress. She removes the anal plug and slips out the large black cock, whispering, "Such a good girl," open your mouth my sweet baby."
Bella unstraps the cock placing it slowly into Michelle's greedy mouth. She licks and sucks her own juices from the plastic cock, moaning while tasting her sweet cum. Michelle, now trained to clean her toys after each use. Bella caresses her pet's long blonde hair, kissing Michelle softly and squeezing Michelle's tight ass. "Mmm, such a good pet." She leans in whispering. "You better get going or you will be late for work."
"Noo, please let me stay here with you."
"Soon my pet," responds Bella, "I will pick you up at work tonight. We are going out."
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Michelle exits the bathroom, dressed and ready for work. She walks over to Bella, still laying in her bed basking in her orgasm, thinking about the night she has planned for her young pet. Leaning in she kisses her soft pink lips, moaning as she feels Bella's warm fingers rubbing her bare pussy.
"Mmm, such a good slut," purrs Bella, "Always following the rules."
Bella does not allow her pet to wear any panties to work, preferring to always have access to Michelle's pussy and letting her feel her pussy dripping all day, getting her more excited for their next love session.
"Remember, my pet, no touching or you will be punished," orders Bella, pressing her finger deeper into her sub's warm pussy.
"Mmm, I promise Mistress," purrs Michelle, "I do not want to be punished again."
"Now get going, before I fuck that pussy," commands Bella. "I will pick you up at 11 and we will be going out."
"Yes, Mistress, I will be waiting for you."
Bella slides her finger from Michelle's pussy, quickly sliding it into her mouth. "Mmm, so good."
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At 10:57 Michelle is eagerly waiting for Bella to pull up to the hotel entrance. Her pussy is dripping with anticipation, knowing that Bella will be taking her somewhere special tonight. At 11:02 Bella pulls into the hotel entrance, her black Mercedes suiting her perfectly.
Michelle opens the door, quickly getting into the car and leans over kissing Bella's soft lips.
"Fuck, I missed you," declares Bella. "Were you a good girl?"
"Yes Mistress Bella," smiles Michelle, proud of the fact that she did not touch her wet pussy all day.
Seeing the sincere statement, Bella smiles back, "Such a good pet."
Bella taps Michelle's leg, signalling for her to spread them. The obedient sub quickly obeys, as Bella slides her fingers along Michelle's wet pussy.
"Mmm, somebody is horny," she whispers, pushing two fingers into Michelle's tight hole.
Michelle just moans, allowing her Mistress to finger her needy cunt.
Several minutes later they arrive at their destination. It is an underground bar situated downtown in the manufacturing district. Bella pulls her fingers from her sub's pussy taking them to her mouth. She leans in, whispering, "Mmm, so sweet. My pet, I want you to exit the vehicle and remove your clothes." She kisses her lips, whispering again, "You will spread your legs, while you bend over the hood. Nod if you understand."
Michelle, looks at her, knowing not to question and simply nods. She opens the door, and slides off her white blouse. Her nipples are hardening as the cool night air breezes across her body. She slides down the straps of her camisole while walking around to the hood of the car. Bella outside now as well, watches as her obedient pet removes her clothes. She slides her hand under her short, tight leather skirt softly rubbing her pussy as she watches her pet strip naked.
Her finger starts circling her swelling clit as Michelle's nipples come into view. Michelle removes her camisole, looking at her sexy Mistress.
"Mmm, good girl," she whispers. "Now your skirt my love."
Nervously she removes her last piece of clothing, letting the skirt slowly slide down her tanned, toned legs. She bends down picking it up, feeling Bella's finger slide along her naked asshole.
"Ohh, fuck," she moans as Bella presses a finger into her pussy.
"Now bend over the hood my pet," Bella orders.
Michelle walks to the front of the car, bending over as commanded. The warm hood feels good against her large D cup breasts. Her nipples soften as they press against the warm hood. Bella reaches into her purse, pulling out an anal plug. She puts it into Michelle's wet pussy before pressing it into her awaiting ass.
"Fuck," purrs Michelle as the plug slips easily into her well trained asshole.
Bella again reaches into her purse, pulling out a leather collar. She slides Michelle's hair to the side exposing her neck and fastens it. Michelle waits, continuing to bend over the hood, feeling her pussy dripping down her leg as she awaits her next orders.
"My pet," whispers Bella. "We are about to go into my favorite club. You will obey my every command without question. Nod if you understand."
Michelle quickly nods, watching Bella reach into her purse again. She pulls out a leash and a small chain.
"Stand up my love," Bella orders, hooking the leash to the collar. "Turn to me my sweet pet."
Michelle gets up from the hood, turning her body to Bella. Her sexy Mistress grabs her right nipple, hardening again as the night air breezes across it. She rolls her nipple, extending it, making Michelle moan. Bella slips a hoop over the puffy nipple and slides up the ring to lock it in place.
"Mmm," moans Michelle.
Bella grabs the other nipple, squeezing it harder, rolling it and extending it even further. Again she slides the hoop on the other end of the chain tightening it around her swollen bud. She tugs the chain making sure it's secure.
"Such a good girl," whispers Bella as she grabs the leash, kissing Michelle softly, "You make me so happy."
Michelle feels her heart flutter as her raven haired Mistress leads her to the bar. Her long black hair blowing in the wind, her flawless ass perfectly covered by the short leather skirt. As they get closer, she can hear the music. She feels her body getting more excited as they approach the door. Looking to her right, she sees a woman being eaten out leaning on a hood as her naked submissive pet is kneeling between her legs. Another sub is being fucked with a strap-on. Bella leans in, "I bet you wish that was you."
Michelle nods not able to pull her eyes from the incredibly sexy scenes. She wants to rub her pussy, but knows she must wait for permission. The plug in her ass making her more excited by the second.
Bella knocks 3 times on the door. The door opens. A large bouncer nods. "Hello Bella."
"Hello Mike," she acknowledges, "Is it busy tonight?"
"As usual," he smiles looking at Michelle's naked body, the nipple chain shimmering in the light.
They walk down a dark staircase, the music getting louder and louder. At the base of the stairs, two couples are making out, and like her and Bella, one is naked and the other is dressed in leather. Bella pulls the leash, leaning in whispering, "Make me proud my pet, and you will be rewarded." She pulls Michelle even closer, "Don't make me punish you." She kisses Michelle, "More than I want to."
As they walk through the door, Michelle can't believe the spectacle. Wall to wall gorgeous women dancing, fucking, licking and sucking. Bella continues through the large room, the leash tight in her hand. Michelle feels hands caressing her, squeezing her ass as they walk to the back of the room eventually finding a free table. Bella sits, and points next to her. Michelle instinctively kneels at her side.
Bella smiles, confirming to Michelle that she is pleased. Slowly, she spreads her legs. Michelle is panting, needing to be feasting on her Mistress's pussy. She stays put waiting for Bella's command. "Now my pet," she says as her wet pussy lips part.
Michelle leans in, breathing in Bella's scent as she slides out her eager tongue. Slowly, she slides it along her Mistress's shaved pussy.
"Good girl," purrs Bella as she pushes Michelle's face against her.
Michelle licks each pussy lip, sliding her tongue along the outside, the inside, and finally slipping it deep into her Mistress's warm hole. Her hands are behind her back, wanting to impress Bella.
"Fuck, mmm, so good my slut," moans Bella, her young submissive very much an improved pussy licker after several weeks of Bella's training.
"My My My, she is an eager one," a sexy voice says behind Michelle. "Where do you find these lovely pets?"
"Good evening Jessie," says Bella, pushing Michelle harder against her pussy. "Are you alone tonight?"
Jessie moves closer, letting her leg press against Michelle's ass. "You would like that, wouldn't you," retorts Jessie as she slides her hand along Michelle's back.
"Jessie, take your hand off her, unless you want to lose it," threatens Bella. "I am not ready to share her yet."
Michelle's pussy gushes when hearing 'yet'.
"Still a greedy bitch I see," returns Jessie as a young petite brunette moves to her. "Ahh, you are back my pet, I trust you had a good time in the washroom."
She kneels beside Jessie, looking up to her, "Mhmm, I did Mistress, thank you." Her face wet with cum.
"Well, Bella I will let you go, you are obviously not in a sharing mood tonight. Give me a call when you want to share. My new pet Alexa will be more than happy to show you her new skills. Wouldn't you my baby?"
Alexa looks at Bella, nodding at Jessie, "Yes Mistress, I would." Her eyes now glued to Michelle's head between Bella's legs.
Michelle continues licking Bella's pussy, she slips a finger into her asshole causing Bella to moan.
"Fuck," she purrs as Michelle moves to Bella's clit.
"Have a good night Bella. See you soon I hope," says Jessie as she leads Alexa to the dance floor.
"That's it my pet. Right there. Fuck so good baby, so good," Bella's orgasm fast approaching.
Michelle starts sucking and licking Bella's swollen clit. Her clit scraping along her teeth with each slow suck. Now adding a second finger to her Mistress's asshole as Bella's orgasm erupts.
"Fuck, don't fucking stop you slut. Suck my clit, fuck my ass." Bella's orgasm cresting, Michelle not letting up until the orgasm fades. Bella pushes her away. "Fuck, such a good girl." She leans down kissing her wet face, licking her cum from Michelle's soft lips and cheeks.
"Thank you Mistress, for letting me please you."
Bella smiles, you will be pleasing me much more tonight. The waitress comes over. "Hello Mistress Bella, the usual?"
"Yes, Sammy that will be great, and my pet will have the same in a bowl."
Sammy smiles, winking at Michelle, "Of course Mistress Bella."
She returns several minutes later placing the glass of wine on the table and the bowl of wine on the floor.
"Thank you my pet, that will be all."
Sammy smiles, and walks away. Michelle watches her naked tight ass sway, then realizes she works out at the same gym as she and Bella do. Bella leans in, whispering, "Would you like to taste that sweet ass my pet?"
Michelle snaps out of her trance, nodding, "Yes, Mistress if you will allow it."
She takes a sip of her wine, signalling for Michelle to do the same. "I think I will have her come by tomorrow to play with us."
Michelle leans down into her bowl, and starts licking the wine the best she can. She feels Bella's soft touch as she whispers, "Good girl."
As the night goes on, Michelle licks and sucks Bella's pussy, bringing her to orgasm two more times. She orders Michelle onto the table, telling her to spread her legs and place them on the wall behind her. Quickly she obeys, not having her pussy touched once all night. Bella pulls the plug from her ass and slides it into Michelle's mouth.
Michelle accepts the plug licking it clean before Bella places it onto the table. "Good pet", smiles Bella.
She spreads Michelle's legs wider, grabbing each of her wet pussy lips, pushing her thumbs deep into her cunt.
"Ohhh," moans Michelle, feeling her Mistress's thumbs sliding deep into her.
"Mistress, fuck," purrs Michelle, as Bella slips a finger past her engorged lips.
Bella slowly fucks her pet, building her up like she always does. Her free hand pulls the chain attached to Michelle's nipples, extending them slowly as she continues to finger her pet.
Pulling and releasing the chain, making her sub moan as she extends her nipples further and further.
"Fuck, mmm. May I come for you," begs Michelle already close to orgasm.
Ignoring her request, Bella continues to assault her pet's wet pussy, adding a second and a third finger into her needy hole.
"Mmm.. shit," moans Michelle, her pussy tightening.
Bella continues, adding a forth finger into Michelle's dripping cunt as she squirms on the table doing everything she can to not cum. Her nipples exquisitely stretched as Bell' folds her thumb and jams her fist inside her pet's tight pussy. She looks up, seeing Michelle in distress, needing to cum, but she continues to fist her, fucking her harder, faster.
"P...Please Mistress, please," pleads Michelle, her pussy tightening around Bella's pounding fist.
Continuing just a little longer, bringing Michelle to the brink, as Michelle tries so hard not to disappoint her Mistress.
Bella spreads her legs and begins rubbing her pussy as she commands her sub to cum, "Cum my pet, cum like a good girl."
Michelle moans, instantly cumming for Bella. Tears forming as the most intense orgasm rips through her, so happy that she didn't disappoint her Mistress.
Bella relentless, not slowing her fisting, wanting to bring her sub to an intense pleasure, rewarding her for the amazing night.
Several minutes later, a puddle on the table, Bella pulls her fist from Michelle's pussy. She leans in close, kissing her softly whispering, "You made me so proud tonight, my pet." She slips her tongue between her pink lips kissing her passionately and looks into her pet's wet eyes, caressing her, "Let's go home sweet baby, you will sleep in our bed tonight." | literotica |
Title: Hot Breakfast by Aresues
Tags: Anal, Canine, Knot, Labrador, M/M, Oral, Wolf
Hot Breakfast
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A soft beam of golden sunlight streaked through the half-pulled curtains, filling the room with a soft wintery glow. It fell across the bed, where two canines lay, both still sound asleep and breathing deeply. The black and white wolf was pressed against the back of the yellow and black Labrador, his arms enfolding his companion in a protective, loving embrace. His head rested on the lab's shoulder, a small smile fixed on his muzzle, mirrored by the slightly smaller canine before him.
The sunbeam moved up, streaking over the dark face of the Labrador. Shayde gave a low groan and opened his deep blue eyes, blinking as the sun shone rudely into his sleep-dulled eyes. He took a few seconds to reorientate himself; he was in bed, his mate wrapped around him, and a sticky, warmish feeling was evident around the region of his tail. He smiled as he recalled last night, when he had surprised his mate by waiting in his bedroom. The wolf had reacted well, and the two of them had spent a very pleasurable night in each others' company.
He shifted slightly, and the absence of a tug to his tail showed Chiricov had slipped free of his tight body, his big knot deflating and leaving the lab pleasantly filled with his still-warm seed. The movement also made him aware of the mess on his front and groin. Dried pre and seed plastered his body, more evidence of their romp. He smiled a little wider, and slowly detangled his wolf's arms around him.
Chiricov have a snorted groan and woke up as well, his ears flicking as he watched his mate get up and stretch, affording him a view of the recently vacated hole. 'Mm...morning babe,' he said, smacking his lips in a post-sleep yawn.
Shayde looked back. 'Good morning to you as well, wuffie. Sleep well?'
The wolf nodded slowly and rolled onto his back. 'Like a log. It'd been a while since I slept so deeply.'
Shayde chuckled. 'It's 'cause you wore yourself out, silly. Neither of us is used to such a slow pace you used last night...'
Chiricov grinned and reached down to gently scritch his package. 'No complaints, though, right?'
Shayde rolled his eyes a little and reached over to stroke the wolf's firm chest. 'Why would you ask such a thing, hun? Of course not...I loved every minute.'
He stood up straighter and stretched high, his spine popping a little as its owner worked it out of its sleep-bent state. He yawned widely and sighed when he released the stretch.
'I don't know about you, but I need a shower. I think I made a bit of a mess...can't actually remember though...'
Chiricov nodded and smiled. 'You did. You came a few times, once without even touching yourself.'
Shayde blushed and rubbed the back of his head. 'Really? Well...um...thanks, I guess?'
The wolf gave a bark of laughter, propping himself up on one arm. 'Hehe, its okay pooch. It'll come back to you eventually. While you're in the shower, I'll go get some breakfast, okay? I'm starving.'
His mate nodded and walked slowly to the adjoining bathroom, wincing slightly and holding his tail up a touch. He recalled vividly the width of his mates' wolfhood; his knot was wider than his own, and it still took him some effort to handle it.
He made it to the bathroom and started the shower, letting the water heat up before slipping under, eliciting a soft moan as the steamy water washed over his body. He stood there for a minute or so, simply enjoying the heat, before reaching for the bottle of fur cleaner and began washing off his stained body.
His tail, he found out, wasn't as bad as he thought. They're union had happened several hours before, so his body had had time to return to normal. It still twinged a little, but he knew in a few hours, he'd be okay.
As he lathered his fur around his belly and groin, he gave another low groan, the slick cleaner providing a wonderful sensation over his sheath and balls. He felt a stirring in his sheath, and gave a slight murr as his red tip poked free, brought out by the stimulation. He considered pawing then and there...but why do that, when there was a much more...pleasurable method of relief..?
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Chiricov had ambled into the kitchen, yawning and blinking as the sun began to slowly warm the house. Even so, he threw a few logs on the fire as he passed, waking the slumbering coals. Sure, a wood-fire heater wasn't as efficient as a gas or electric heater, but it made up for it in spades with ambience.
The salt-and-pepper wolf arrived in the kitchen and braced against the bench, peering blearily out. Snow blanketed everything, and he shivered despite his thick luscious coat. They'd need a good hot breakfast this morning, for sure. With that in mind, he turned to the stove and turned it on, setting a pan over it as he went to the fridge to collect some eggs and bacon.
He hummed slightly as he worked, waking up more and more as he moved about. He cracked the eggs into the pan and slipped some bacon in for company, giving a slight murr as the scent hit his nose. He inhaled deeply, smiling as the eggs turned white. But he also detected another smell...something...else.
That was all the warning he got before a pair of wet black arms cross his body and pulled him back with a slight wet smack. The tip of a muzzle appeared in the corner of his vision. 'Mm...smells good, babe...' The muzzle tilted to his neck and inhaled deeply.
Chiricov smiled. 'What, me or the bacon?'
The muzzle chuckled. 'If you have to ask...'
Chiricov turned slightly to see Shayde better, and the lab responded by gently nibbling his neck. His paws started to gently roam over the wolf's well-defined body, rubbing against his tight six-pack and up to his pecs.
The wolf gave a slight shuddering sigh as his mate explored his body, the closeness and touch affecting a certain part of his body. Even though it had been in use for a good portion of the previous night, his deep red tip was soon slipping free, giving a slight throb in the cool air. Chiricov shuddered again as Shayde lapped at his neck, and a groan escaped him when those roaming paws found his growing arousal.
'Mm, my my...is the wuffie getting all hot 'n bothered, is he?' Shayde breathed softly, he muzzle barely an inch from the wolf's ear. He took hold of the growing shaft, stroking it slowly to full size, then spun the wolf around and planted his muzzle to Chiri's, moaning into the deep and passionate kiss. He pulled his mate closer and deepened the kiss, his paws slowly roaming the wolf's back. He went a little lower and cupped Chiricov's cheeks, then hoisted the wolf up and onto the kitchen bench with a yelp of surprise from the wolf.
'H...hey, what...are you doing..?'
Shayde smiled. 'Oh, nothing.' And having said that, he dove down and quickly engulfed the entire length of his mate's cock in his mouth.
Chiricov tensed up immediately, his arms locking out stiff as the warmth suddenly closed around his cock. He gave a groaning sigh as the tongue began to slide across his tip, before slipping down around the full 8 inches of hot, proud wolf-meat.
'Uh...oh...g...god pooch...' The wolf could barely form coherent sentences as the pleasure grew. He reached down and took his mate's soft, floppy velvet-like ears in his paws and rubbed them gently, massaging their base as their owner continued to suck and slather across his cock. Shayde's eyes were half-closed as he worked, quickly drawing out several strands of tasty pre, which he devoured with the fervour of a starved man. He raised one paw and grasped the wolf's heavy balls. He was surprised they felt so heavy after the night they had had...his poor wolf was obviously more pent up than he realised.
Even so, Chiricov was shuddering under the oral assault. His mate's talented muzzle was quickly bringing him to the edge, and he tried his best to hold back. He gently gripped Shayde's neck and started pushing him down with a little more force, his current position not allowing him to buck. Shayde complied and began sucking harder, rolling the balls in his paw, while the other went back a little further and started stroking Chiricov's taint. The wolf howled and gritted his teeth as his knot flared to full size, bumping against Shayde's lips in a futile attempt to tie. Shayde could feel the throbbing and the heat increase, and knew any second, he'd be rewarded. And so, with a grin around the slick shaft, he reached his paw back even further, and plunged a blunt claw into his mate's tight hole.
Chiricov stiffened instantly yet again. The utter overload of pleasure was too much. He forced his mate down harder as he howled to the roof, erupting into Shayde's mouth and filling it with his hot, thick, and surprisingly copious, load of seed. Shayde's throat worked hard as he swallowed down the load before it could spill out, not wanting to waste a single drop. Chiricov hunched over Shayde's head, growling and gasping his way through the climax.
After a few minutes of rough, deep panting, he released his death-grip on Shayde's neck, allowing the Labrador to slide off the shrinking shaft. Shayde licked his lips and grinned up at the sated wolf.
'Mm...best breakfast I've ever had,' he said with a wide grin.
'Glad...I could...get your...favourite...' panted the wolf. 'Thank...you...for that...'
Shayde smiled a litter wider and reached over to turn off the hot-plate. Chiri followed the movement, tilting his head slightly. Shayde turned back to him, grinning that wide grin.
'Oh? Did you think that was all?'
Only then did the wolf look down. He blinked, then blushed deeply as he saw his mate's rock-hard cock, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He blinked again and looked up into his mate's eyes, then nodded.
Shayde smiled and hefted the wolf off the counter, glad he'd taken the time to build his strength in his arms. He carried his mate to a wall and pressed his back to it, leaning in for another deep kiss. They both moaned deeply into the kiss, tongues doing battle in Shayde's mouth. The Labrador won, pushing back into Chiri's maw as he pressed against his mate harder. His dripping shaft, no softer than before, inched up to rub under the wolf's balls, before moving back a little to his hole. Chiri felt the move and gave a tiny whimper of want, and spread his legs to hold his mate closer.
Shayde smiled and pressed against the hole. The wolf was very tight, owing to his preference to dominate the smaller canine, but he nonetheless was willing to sub on occasion. The pre coating Shayde's 9 inch cock was enough to pop the tip through the ring of muscle, making Chiri yelp and clamp down. Shayde cooed to the wolf, not moving at all to allow his mate to adjust. The hole was almost painfully tight, and Shayde had to exercise all his willpower to resist moving.
Eventually, Chiri relaxed and nodded. 'O...okay...hun. I'm good...please...'
Shayde needed no more encouragement. He pressed forward, spreading the tight muscle and inching his way inside, groaning and bucking a little as he went. In little over a minute, he was pressed against his mate's body, fully sheathed inside him.
'Uhn...mmmy god...wuff...so tight...uh can't...believe it...'
Chiricov panted and nodded as he adjusted to the fullness and tingles of pain from his rear. 'O...only...for...you...baby. It's...all...for you...I'M...all for...you...'
Shayde leaned up and kissed the wolf again. 'Me too...hun...only and all for you. No-one else...'
He began to pull back, both males moaning at the sensation. Shayde's pre spurted in his tip's wake, laying the path for easier and smoother re-entry. The black and yellow canine pushed back in with a grunt, pressing his mate harder against the wall.
'You...uhn...don't mind...if I be...a little rough...do you..?'
Chiricov shook his head emphatically. 'Not...at all...'
Shayde nodded and gritted his teeth as he withdrew again. 'Good. Cause...I need this...and....it's our...turn anyway...and I know...you like it...a little rough...'
Chiricov blushed again, and would have continued, had his Labrador not suddenly increased his pace dramatically. He shifted his grip to under the wolf's thighs, and used the extra leverage to pound into his mate. Chiri gasped and moaned under the assault, his head leaning back a little onto the wall as his mate's long shaft abused his seldom-used entrance. The lab's pre was all the lube they needed, and Shayde was easily able to breed the wolf with all the speed and ferocity of his distant feral ancestors. He groans and whined as he slammed repeatedly into Chiri's body, making the wolf bounce ever so slightly. Sweat matted his fur and his breathing became more erratic as he worked to accomplish his goals.
Chiricov's own cock had reawakened, and was slowly drooling pre onto his white belly, adding to the general mess of the sex. The smell hung in the air, thick and almost palpable, easily overriding the smell of cooked bacon left to cool. But neither canine was interested in food...they were more inclined to concentrate on themselves. Their moans filled the air, almost with the rhythmic slapping of hip-on-hip.
Before long, Shayde felt his climax approaching. He gritted his teeth and pushed his engorged knot against Chiri's stretched opening. The wolf simply nodded, ready and willing for it. Shayde's knot was not as wide as his own, yet his shaft was longer; a fair trade-off, he reasoned with that 1% of his brain still thinking normally. He relaxed his body, and almost instantly felt the painfully pleasurable push against his ravaged hole. Shayde almost snarled as his knot was resisted, growing low in his throat and bucking with desperation. With a yelp, Chiri felt the knot pop into him, and he clamped down instantly onto it. The pressure was enormous, and his cock throbbed wildly against his body as it built up even more.
Shayde growled and groaned deeper, seconds from orgasm. He pulled his wolf down and clamped his jaws on Chiri's neck in a mating bite, holding him still as he finally came. He howled into the bite as he pumped his essence into his very willing mate, his legs shaking with the sheer effort of holding the wolf up and cumming as hard as he was. The tight grip around the back of his knot insured not a single droplet oozed free, burying the thick cum deep inside his wolf's body.
For the third time that morning, Chiricov tensed up, gasping loudly. The feeling of the big knot stretching him out, the flooding warmth of his mate's seed, and now the possessive bite to his neck, all built up to critical point. Without even touching his aching shaft, the howling wolf covered his and his mate's chest in his creamy white seed, the volume still considerable despite the large load spilt not long ago.
Both males panted and gasped in the embrace as they bathed in the afterglow. Shayde's legs threatened to give way, so he slid slowly down, taking the firmly-tied wolf with him. He sat on the floor and help Chiri into a more comfortable position, sitting on his lap. They panted and hugged together tight, both giving tiny twitches and moans with every movement Shayde made.
After five or ten minutes, Shayde broke the embrace and slowly licked at the bite on his mate's neck.
'I'm...sorry I...bit you, wuff...'
Chiricov silenced him with another kiss. 'I said...I wanted it rough...silly...pooch. Besides...it just shows...that we...are all we need...no-one else...'
Shayde nodded and hugged him close again, sighing a deep, contented sigh.
Chiricov coughed a little, and Shayde looked up to see the wolf smiling cheekily.
'You said you needed a shower cause you were messy?'
Shayde nodded.
'Well...looks like we'll both need a shower.' The grinning wolf pointed down. Shayde looked and saw the mess of stringy cum between them, the wolf's second load of the day smeared all across their bodies. And lower down, Shayde's sheath pressed tight against Chiricov's reddened, stretched-out hole, a little pre dribbling across their fur.
Shayde sighed dramatically. 'Damn. It's gonna be ages til I'm soft enough to get out.' He giggled a little and winked.
Chiricov responded with his own dramatic wail. 'Well, looks like we'll have to shower together...' | FSE |
Title: 1 + 1 Equals 3, or Does It? Ch. 10
Tags: incest, taboo
I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the tenth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last five years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.
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Chapter 10
"Daddy, Ashton has a poopy diaper." Violet was giggling as she ran in the room.
I looked at the TV trying not to laugh, and then back to my four year old daughter. Poop was new to her vocabulary, and she tried to use it every chance she got. I myself thought it was hilarious, others in the house however disagreed. I soon learned why.
"Where is the little rug rat?" I asked dislodging myself from the couch.
"He's in the play room with Emmie."
Violet took my hand and led me just outside the room that was once a place of reflection and solitude, my den. Now it looks and smells like a day care center. I couldn't be happier.
"I came to volunteer for poopy duty." I said to Lilly who was rocking on the sun porch.
"Mommy! Daddy said poopy!" Violet squealed.
"Yes he did." Lilly glared at me smiling. "He's being a bad boy too."
"Tattle tale." I scooped up Violet and started tickling her in my arms.
"Emmie, help me!" Violet squealed even louder.
"Emmie's busy changing Ashton's poopy diaper." Lilly said trying not to laugh.
"MOMMY!" Violet shrieked. "Daddy, mommy said poopy."
"How about you take Daisy outside, I'll bring Ashton out in a minute to play." I kissed my daughter then set her down.
"Can I water the flowers?" Violet asked.
"Yes, but not until Emmie comes out." Lilly said.
"Ok." Violet replied happily. "Daisy!" Our daughter called out.
The dog came running into the room where Violet greeted her. Together they walked to the back door like best friends. Lilly and I watched Violet head out the door then run to get the watering can.
I think my sister was offended at first when Violet picked the name. Now she sees it as an honor. The dog is just a mutt from a shelter, but she is extremely protective of both kids. Daisy followed Violet outside, but then went to a spot where she would stand guard over the entire back yard.
I looked at my wife and her growing belly. Lilly looked up at me tired but happy.
"You look beautiful." I said honestly.
"So that is your plan. To keep me bare foot and pregnant?" Lilly pushed herself up from the rocking chair.
"I told you we could stop at any time." I moved to Lilly and embraced her.
"Ha! If I stopped having babies you would starve to death." Lilly teased me.
"Very funny." I blushed. "I can't help it if I'm a tit man."
"I can vouch for that." Emily said holding Ashton's hand as he walked unsteadily. "Although to be fair, you might call him and ass man too."
"Well I'm glad you two enjoy it. I'll pass, these hemorrhoids are enough of a pain in the ass." Lilly chuckled. "You two go outside with the kids. I'll wait for Rose to get here before I start supper."
Emily led Aston out the back door and joined Violet. Violet was filling the watering can with the hose, only now it was overflowing. Lilly pressed against me stretching up for a kiss. I held her in my arms and savored her lips as if it was our first time.
"I could help." I offered.
"You have my love." Lilly whispered. "Now you go out and play in the garden with the kids. All three of them."
I turned and looked out the window with my arm around my wife. Emily was laughing as Violet was splashing in the water puddles she made. Ashton was trying to walk, but in the grass he kept falling. Daisy moved to within feet of Aston and again stood guard.
"She looks younger every day." Lilly said of her mother.
"Kids will do that for you." I teased.
"Having a man that loves you will do that for you Parker." Lilly whispered. "Now go play."
"So will I see you tonight?" I looked down at Lilly.
"You never know?" Lilly laughed. "Have you been a good boy?"
Lilly was right, rarely do I know. Each night when I go to sleep a woman lies beside me. Mostly Emily, often Lilly. Only on rare occasions does Rose spend the night, and then, only to sleep.
"I've tried to be." I boasted. "What do you think?"
"Oh Parker, you are such a good man, you have made all of my dreams come true." Lilly hugged me. "Now go play while I take a nap. I want to be awake when you ravage me tonight."
I led Lilly to the couch I recently occupied and kissed her before she closed her eyes. Walking back to the sun porch I looked out at the back yard and Emily's garden. She and Violet were now watering plants one by one.
I could see Emily teaching Violet the secrets to her success. Ashton had crawled over to Daisy, our dog, and grabbed another handful of fur. The dog must have been tormented for some time as she stood up, move several feet away and plopped down to watch my son again. Ashton then grabbed a handful of grass and tried to eat it.
Our lives are changing again, not only personally, but professionally as well.
On the personal front, as noted, Lilly and I are expecting our third child soon. Lilly says this one is also a girl. Rose suggested we call her Viola, also a flower. Now married, Lucas and my sister Daisy, have a little boy, and too are trying for more.
Professionally there is even more activity. Tori, Emily's sister has accepted another promotion with her company. She will be moving back to California and can return the house she was renting out.
Rose's career continues to advance. We just learned she and Lilly will be returning to Indianapolis to again host her own show. Although the money isn't significantly better, the market size is greater, and therefore garners more prestige.
Lilly announced that when Viola is born she will no longer be working 4 days a week. The plan for now is Lilly will work just 2 days until the kids are in school. Emily has written another book that has done quite well. The subject is gardening in the Midwest. Emily also included a couple of chapters about other successful florists.
Myself? I am now working with an architect, not as employment, but to design an addition to accommodate a growing family and Rose. Fortunately we found and expert in vintage house construction.
Emily and I are heading up to my parent's house in the morning so my Grandmother can sign off on the plans. Considering it was her house for almost fifty years it was the least I could do. While we're there Emily will be going over her financial portfolio with my father, who handles a portion of her estate.
The moment I walked out Daisy gave out a soft bark. Ashton looked over and saw me. Pushing himself up, he stood smiling and wobbling. "Dada."
I made my way over and took his hand. Ashton pointed to Violet. "Vot."
Emily looked up from under her hat at the two of us. I looked past her face and found the object of my desires dangling just inside the opening. With the kids around it doesn't happen as often these days, but Emily still likes to tease me with her tits.
"Violet, Ashton is calling for you." Emily pointed to us.
"Ok." Violet handed Emily the watering can and headed our way.
Joining us I led Ashton to the swing set and started to push them both. Violet was on the swing with the wide strap, Ashton locked in protective chair. Daisy made her way over to Emily and sat beside her as she watched.
"Rose!" Violet jumped from the swing squealing.
"Violet!" Rose happily called out before picking her up and swinging her around.
"Come swing with me." Violet tugged on her aunt.
Rose greeted both Emily and I with a kiss before greeting her nephew with one on his cheek.
"Lilly?" Rose asked as Violet pushed her in the swing.
"Napping." I explained. "Said she will start dinner when you get here."
"When she wakes up you can tell her I was running late." Rose winked at me.
Actually it was Ashton who determined the schedule. Latched onto his mother's milk filled breast, Lilly sat and directed Emily and Rose in the kitchen.
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"We could just sleep." I offered.
Lilly opened her eyes and looked at me standing beside the bed.
"Is that what you want?" Lilly asked me suggestively.
"If you're tired." I replied.
"What if I'm horny too?" Lilly giggled.
"Are you?" I laughed.
"Well, I am pregnant." Lilly pulled off the covers exposing her naked body. "Isn't that the way you like it?"
"I don't remember ever saying that." I slipped in beside her naked.
"Maybe you haven't, but this big guy sure seems to enjoy it just the same." Lilly stroked my cock.
"Does that mean you'll be on top?" I leered at her milk swollen tits.
"Will you ravage me after I cum?" Lilly asked for a commitment.
"I can be talked into that." I teased.
"Oh Parker I do love you." Lilly moaned as she mounted my erect cock.
It is hard to explain Lilly and sex. Although she enjoys intercourse, her libido is actually quite low normally. Even Rose admits that Lilly rarely initiates their lovemaking. However, like with me, Lilly would never refuse Rose's advances.
Strange as it might seem, when Lilly is pregnant, it's like her hormones go into overdrive. Lilly not only asks to make love but seems to crave it at times. When she mentioned she was tired but also horny I've learned Lilly actually means it.
Other than enjoying me suckling the milk from her tits, there is nothing wild or kinky going on. Lilly will ride me to a very satisfying orgasm and then roll on her back and begs me to pound her 'pregnant pussy' as she calls it.
The next night Lilly will all but attack Rose the same way.
Then, as if the switch was turned off, between pregnancies' it's back to once a week sex if that.
"Fuck that pregnant pussy!" Lilly squeals digging her finger nails into my ass cheeks.
Lilly's cunt is red and swollen from riding me earlier. Enjoying a massive orgasm her pussy is frothing with spent excitement. Cutting me off much too soon, beads of milk still cling to her nipples assuring Ashton will not go hungry.
"Deeper Parker. " Lilly moans. "I want to feel your love when you cum."
I move my cock at an angle and drag it over her clit. Lilly grabs her stomach and pushes down as her hips roll up.
"Oh god do that again." Lilly growled.
I shifted again and drug my cock back over her clit. Lilly now grabbed both tits and squeezed them firmly. Milk sprayed over my chest and dripped back over hers. With a grunt I plunged my cock hard into Lilly.
"Feel that Viola?" Lilly hissed. "Daddy loves mommy's milk."
Lilly squeezed her tits again and again I slammed deep in her cunt.
"Cum daddy, feed mommy your milk."
Then and there I lost it. Lilly had never said or done that before. I spewed every ounce of cum my balls possessed deep in my wife. Lilly held me tight and rode out another orgasm herself.
After cleaning up we laid together on the edge of sleep.
"Parker." Lilly stroked my cock softly.
"Yeah." I nuzzled up tightly.
"Are you sure you should spend the night?" Lilly whispered.
"It's been five years Lil. I think she's earned the right to know." I replied.
My wife rolled over and looked at me. Her eyes were scanning mine to see if I was up to this. Her concerns did little to curtail mine. Lilly's hand came up and caressed my cheek.
"I think you have earned the right to know." Lilly said. "I don't want to see you lose your family over this."
"If I lose them over this...., we're not much of a family." I explained. "Don't worry, she'll call." I smiled.
"Tomorrow night when Emily calls I want to see." Lilly giggled.
"You mean watch us?" I sat up in bed. "Tomorrow? Tomorrow night at my parents?"
"Emily will love it." Lilly teased. "That's what I want to see. A live movie." Lilly chuckled.
"But how?" I asked in astonishment. "
"You have a phone, figure it out." Lilly pulled my arm around to her belly then closed her eyes. "According to Daisy, you've done things like this before." Lilly snuggled against me. "Mom will..." Lilly squeezed my cock. "...let's just say you may get more brownie points than you may ever be able to spend."
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It was a beautiful morning as Emily and I headed out. We each kissed Rose and Lilly goodbye as well as the kids. It wasn't ten minutes after we pulled out of the drive when Emily's bra was placed in the glovebox.
"Comfy now?" I looked over.
"You just keep your eyes on the road and I will be." Emily chuckled as she pushed the material of her blouse against her chest.
From under the brim of her hat I looked in her eyes. Emily no longer blushes at the games we play. I know she gets just as much enjoyment flashing me as I do being flashed.
"You're as beautiful as the first day we met." I smiled.
"Ha, you're just saying that to get in my pants." Emily accused me.
"Will it work?" I teased.
"Probably." Emily chuckled.
"Then you really are as beautiful as the first day we met." I looked deep in her eyes.
Emily pulled her top down exposing a tit. Quickly covering it up, she pointed out the windshield.
"Eyes on the road."
We are on the way to visit my parents, just the two of us. Emily has been there before, but always with Lilly and the kids as well. Except for my grandmother, neither my mom nor dad has acknowledged Emily as something other than Rose and Lilly's mother. Somehow I hope to change that.
Emily made an appointment with my father for the next day. He has been helping Emily with some of her investments for the last couple of years. As we drove, I told her the story my dad told me about the guy who wanted the motorcycle insurance.
When my mother told me dad had won an award at work I suggested we celebrate by going out to dinner. They have a favorite spot, which has a small ensemble on weekends, where they can also dance. I happily agreed.
Emily put the bra back on just blocks from my parents' home.
My father, Payton, was in the garage with my brother Darren. I walked around and opened Emily's door as they approached.
"How was the drive" Dad asked looking at the old sedan.
"Happily uneventful." I smiled.
"When are you going to get rid of the old girl? Can't you afford a new car?" Darren asked kicking the tire.
I quickly glanced at Emily and then back at Darren and my dad.
"Not going to happen, she's part of the family." I replied.
"Damn right she's not going anywhere." Emily muttered under her breath.
Darren and dad looked at me to see if I understood what she said.
"Is mom around?" I changed the subject.
"They're in the back yard." My father pointed out.
Since the day of my wedding, my grandmother, Caroline, knew Emily and I were lovers. She has always greeted Emily enthusiastically. Many think it is because they both have a passion for gardening. I think it's because they both have an appreciation for passion.
My mother, Joyce, on the other hand has been wary of Emily since the beginning. Because of the distance we live apart visits are mostly only for holidays and special occasions. Lilly and I have brought the grandkids up a many times, but only occasionally with Emily. Since this is the first time Emily and I have come alone, I walked Emily over and stayed a few minutes while they all got reacquainted.
Mom hopped up to greet us both. If mom was unhappy Emily was with me, she didn't let it be known at this time. My grandmother, waited for us to approach her. Darren's wife Pam was present and waited to greet us after Caroline.
I went back and joined Darren and my dad. We all sat outside to enjoy lunch before Darren and Pam left.
"Our dinner reservations are at 7." My mother explained to Emily and me.
"Nothing too formal, I hope." Emily looked at me. "I only brought the one dress."
"Nothing formal." Mom replied. "If you're going to wear a dress, than so will we." Mom nodded to my grandmother.
It was a beautiful day to relax, and that we did. Sitting in the shade I opened up the plans for the new addition on the house. My dad and grandmother looked them over while Emily updated my mom on the grandchildren.
My grandmother gushed over the expansion especially when I explained the addition would look just like her old house inside and out. My dad was only concerned about how much it would cost.
I went out to the car and brought in our luggage. Emily was still outside with my dad and grandmother. I carried the luggage in the house, I started to pass by my mother as she stood in the kitchen. Joyce, my mother, looked at both suitcases and the hanging bag holding my shirt, slacks, and Emily's dress.
The way my mother looked at me let me know she was concerned. As I stated, up until now Lilly has always been present when we visit. My mother knows Emily lives with us, she also knows Lilly is away for days at a time. Etiquette suggests asking questions surrounding the living arrangements are not asked. Until now.
"Where are you taking them?" Mom asked.
"To the spare room." I replied unwavering.
Mom looked at the back yard for several moments. She's no idiot, for that matter neither is my father. The difference is mom notices things, my dad on the other hand does not.
"Is that wise?" My mother asked me still looking outside.
"Probably not." I answered.
"Parker, she is your mother-in-law." My mom said as the back door opened.
I looked to see who it was. My grandmother looked at us both, then sat down.
"You could sleep on the couch." Mom replied.
"We could get a hotel room." I suggested.
"You will do no such thing." My grandmother, Caroline, protested.
"But Payton..." My mother started to argue.
"Is clueless." Caroline cut her off. "We both knew this day would come. Well now it has."
It's not like I had a specific plan, if I did, it wouldn't have looked like this. My mother focused on her mother none too happy. Caroline stood her ground and nodded back at me. Mom took a deep breath then slowly exhaled.
"So it's true then?" My mother looked directly at me.
"Yes." I answered truthfully.
"And Lilly?" Mom asked with a tear in her eye.
"Encourages it. So does Rose." I explained. "Do you want to know why?"
Mom again hesitated.
"Yes." My mother whispered.
"Because of you." I admitted.
"Me?" Mom replied taken aback.
"And dad, and grandma, and especially Daisy." I offered.
"What are you saying?" Mom asked exasperated.
"Rose is a celebrity, not a national celebrity, but a celebrity just the same." I started. "I don't know all the details, but somewhere along the way Daisy met Rose, maybe for a college class?"
"Daisy?" Mom asked astonished.
"I'm pretty sure. Anyways, in public Rose would pose as her twin sister."
"To avoid unwanted attention?" My grandmother cut in. "To keep her personal life private?"
"Probably. Not all the time mind you, she's still on TV. But enough to cast doubt." I added. "Through Daisy, Rose met me. I figured out their game and met Lilly."
"And you seduced Lilly?" Mom asked piecing it together.
"Well..." I looked at my grandmother who just smiled. "Not until Rose seduced me first."
"What?" My mother stammered. "Why in the world would she do that?" Mom looked at both of us. I nodded to my grandmother.
"Darling, Rose did it..... because Rose and Lilly are lovers." Caroline announced. "I thought you knew?"
From her reaction it was clear my mom didn't know how truly close Rose and Lilly are. I took her hand and led her to a seat beside her mother.
"Mom, Lilly and I fell in love. She wanted some things Rose couldn't give her." I kneeled in front of her. "Security, kids, a normal life, something she never had with a famous mother and sister."
"You mean Lilly ......Rose." My mother's eyes pleaded with me to understand.
"Will always be together. That's why Rose made me come to California." I explained. "She didn't want me to take Lilly away from her."
"So she made her mother seduce you?" Joyce suggested.
I looked at my grandmother again.
"No baby, that had to be Lilly's decision." My grandmother took her daughters hand.
"So you seduced Emily?" My mother now accused me.
"Well, not exactly. When we met she tried to kick me out, send me back home." I explained. "But I saw in her what I see in both of her daughters. I fell in love with Emily too."
"Stop!" My mother blurted out. "Parker this is incest, and more incest! What does this have to do with me?"
I looked at my grandmother one last time.
"Joyce, Parker was chosen because of how he was brought up. Loving, honest, and if I'm right, loyal." Caroline confided. "He's a good man. Think about Rose and Emily as celebrities. What he knows about that family. The secrets he could tell."
"Parker you wouldn't?" My mother jumped up and stood over me.
"When I told you I'm in love with them...." I stood up in front of my mother. "...I meant it. I would give my life for any of them."
Mom sat back down and looked at her mother. I could see how much this weighed on her mind. She looked at me and then the back yard.
"You mustn't tell your father what you've told me." Mom looked up.
"I won't. But I won't lie either." I replied.
My grandmother squeezed her daughters hand and nodded in agreement.
"Ok." Mom replied with a sigh.
I picked up the luggage and the bag and headed out of the kitchen.
"Parker?" My mom called out.
"Yes?"
"I'll leave clean sheets on the dresser for in the morning." Mom whispered. "If he finds out, please don't rub his nose in it."
"Agreed."
I headed down the hallway conflicted. Mom's offer to supply clean sheets, if not an outright approval, suggested at least, a small amount of acceptance.
Taking my mother's suggestion to heart, I changed clothes in my father's office, while Emily dressed in the spare room. Walking down the hall I stopped at the spare room. The door was open and Emily was looking at herself in the mirror.
I leaned against the opening and just watched her primp. Emily looked at me in the reflection of the mirror.
"Can you zip me up?" She asked batting her eyes.
I approached from behind slipping my hand inside the back of the dress and around to the sides.
"I'd only change one thing." I teased.
"What's that?" Emily cooed.
"With this dress you're wearing a bra? It wouldn't do if you were uncomfortable all night." I winked at her in the mirror.
I reached back and undid the clasp. With the bra now free I moved my hands inside Emily's dress and cupped her tits.
"But what about your parents?" Emily stepped forward. Freeing herself, she turned and looked at me.
"As long as you don't flash them, I think they'll be fine." I joked.
Emily blushed then slid the dress off each shoulder. Next she quickly removed the bra and handed it to me. I tossed the hated bra on the bed as I ogled her tits. Now covering her chest I leaned in for a kiss. Breaking free Emily turned her back so I could zip up her dress.
Facing the mirror at a different angle than me I noticed her eyes wander to the door. I turned and looked.
"Mom?" I blurted out accusatorily. "How long have you been standing there?
She didn't answer, when her eyes went to the bra on the bed, mine followed. When she looked back at me I followed her eyes again. When she looked at Emily I stayed focused on her.
There was this pause I knew all so well. My mother had this down pat. This could be good, or bad, you never knew which. Looking for clues which way it would be, my eyes never left my mothers.
"I'm sorry Emily...it's not like me to eavesdrop...but..." Mom whispered. "...I think I have a better understanding now." Mom then looked back at me squarely in the eyes. "I see now how difficult this may be for you, but hopefully you can keep your hands off of Emily in public?"
After that my mother turned to leave.
"Mom?" I spoke up. Just hearing my voice seemed to startle her.
"Yes?" She said with her back to me.
"Is there something you wanted?" I asked.
Mom turned to us with watery eyes. "We're ready when you are."
"I'll be ready in a minute." Emily replied reaching for the bra.
"Don't be absurd." My mother smiled. "You look perfect just the way you are."
"Are you sure?" Emily wavered.
Mom stepped in the room and gently took Emily's hand. Leaning in, my mom gave Emily a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I insist." She then led Emily from the room.
With the women all in dresses and my dad in a blazer I felt a bit under dressed. I borrowed a sports coat and off we went. I let my dad drive the old sedan so I could sit in the back with Emily and my grandmother.
My dad was on his third beer, I stopped after the first. Mom ordered a small cake for desert as a celebration for my dad's award. As the band started their first set mom and dad hit the dance floor. After the second song I took my dad's jacket off, stood up and offered Emily my hand.
"Care to dance?" I asked.
"I'm not sure I know how." Emily blushed.
"Perfect, he doesn't know either." My grandmother quipped.
"I only stepped on your foot once." I replied.
Laughing, Emily took my hand and we joined my parents on the dance floor. After years of marriage and dancing, they were actually quite good. Emily and I basically just wiggled in place.
When the first slow song started playing I took Emily in my arms. Pressed against me she rested her face against my chest. With my hands on Emily's waist I was tempted to let them slide over her ass.
"Parker why have me take off the bra?" Emily whispered. "With this dress no one will know."
Emily was right. With short sleeves, a modest neckline, and the dark material, it would be difficult to tell.
"I'll know." I leaned in and kissed her hair.
"You're incorrigible." Emily smiled looking up. "I wasn't sure your mom would approve of me."
"My grandmother approves, let's just say mom is working on it." I explained.
"She handles it well." Emily looked over at my parents dancing. "That must be hard for her."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I didn't. Emily pressed firmly against me as we continued to shuffle in place.
By the end of our stay I danced not only with my mother but my grandmother as well. Getting ready to leave my dad handed me the keys to the car. Putting the sports coat back on I dropped the keys in the pocket.
Mom walked my father to the car as Emily and I followed behind with my grandmother.
"I think he's had one too many." My grandmother snickered.
I deposited the women in the back seat with my mother. Walking around behind the car I reached in my pocket for the keys. My hand came upon something that was slightly bigger and longer than the fob.
From the distinct contours I knew exactly what it was. Laughing to myself I reach in the other pocket. I pulled the keys out but with them came something else. Emily's lace panties. I stopped in my tracks and quickly stuffed the panties back in the pocket.
Taking my seat behind the wheel I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. My cock was starting to get hard just thinking of what may lie ahead.
"You ok?" Mom asked.
"Uh, yeah, I think dad must have moved the seat forward a bit." I lied.
I looked over to see if he was going to set me straight but his eyes were closed and he seemed to be sleeping. I drove us back to my parents' house the whole time wondering what Emily had in mind.
With the butt plug in one pocket, and her panties in the other, all I could think of is the game we play in dressing her. My guess is Emily was offering me one or another. The butt plug was clear, what was the other? My cock continued to strain in my pants as I thought of Emily sitting between my mother and grandmother with no panties on.
"Parker, you better help me with your father." Mom tapped me on the shoulder.
"Sure." I replied hoping my erection didn't show when I got out.
Emily walked with my grandmother as I helped steady my dad through the house to their bedroom. Leaving mom to deal with my dad, I found Emily and my grandmother talking in the living room. When my eyes found Emily's she stopped talking. There was this unmistakable sexual tension that instantly filled the room.
"Yes, well...." My grandmother stood. "...I'll get ready for bed so the bathroom will be free for the two of you."
Emily looked at my grandmother and let out a bit of a chuckle.
"She didn't mean it like that." I said.
"Of course I did Parker, I told you before, I was young once too."
"Goodnight grandma." I said giving her a hug.
"Goodnight Caroline." Emily stood and hugged her too.
Emily moved in front of me and wrapped her arms inside my jacket.
"Thank you for such a wonderful time." Emily stretched up to kiss me.
Her lips were warm and wet, I could feel the anticipation it the kiss.
"So did you decide?" Emily asked excitedly.
Pulling the butt plug and the panties from my father's jacket I held them in opposite hands.
"Here? In my parents' house?" I taunted her.
"It's what you want isn't it?" Emily snuggled tighter.
"Why would you say that?" I replied perplexed.
"You told your mother you're fucking me didn't you?" Emily provoked me.
"She suspected, I only confirmed it." I admitted.
"Thank you Parker." Emily stretched up and kissed me again. "Joyce is not thrilled about it, but she was happy you didn't lie to her."
"So you've talked?" I asked warily.
"In tactful way." Emily kissed me again. "Besides the fact that I'm your mother-in-law, she thinks I'm too old for you."
"And you're ok with that?" I dared to ask.
"Do you still love me Parker?"
"I do."
"Then unzip this dress and choose." Emily turned around.
"Bend over." I whispered.
Emily looked over her shoulder and into my eyes. I placed the panties back in the coat pocket and spit on the butt plug. Emily turned and bent over. Pulling the back of her dress up I placed the slender end of the dildo against her brown star.
With a firm but gentle push I inserted the butt plug fully in her ass. Emily wiggled her butt then stood up.
"Now the zipper." She murmured.
I pulled the zipper down the middle of her back. Emily pulled the dress from her shoulders then let the material fall to the floor.
"What are you doing?" I gasped in astonishment.
"Going to take a shower..." Emily looked back over her shoulder. "... are you coming?"
Now naked Emily stepped out of the dress and started to the hallway. I picked up the dress and followed her. Just as we got to the spare room my grandmother came out of the bathroom in her housecoat.
I instantly stopped but Emily continued. Grandma looked at Emily then back to me. With a wink she turned and headed to her bedroom without a word. I took off my dad's jacket, and along with the dress placed them in the closet on hangers.
I undressed then slipped on my sleeping shorts just in case. When I entered the bathroom Emily was waiting for me. Before I could respond she pulled my shorts down and grabbed my cock.
"Where's your phone?" Emily cocked her head to one side.
"What?" I asked momentarily confused.
"Rose and Lilly are waiting." Emily chuckled. "Now hurry and go get it."
Stepping out of my shorts I moved quickly down the hall and back with a raging hard on. Obviously Lilly confided with Emily to our plan. Hitting a few prompts we were soon looking at not only Rose and Lilly, but Daisy as well.
Dressed in night wear they were lounging in bed with Rose in the middle. I propped the phone up so the girls could see Emily and myself.
"Hi mom, hi Parker." Lilly leaned forward as they all waved. "We're ready when you are."
Emily giggled. "Oh, ok, well II guess we'll get right to it? Now don't interrupt, or I'll turn this off."
"We understand." Rose laughed.
"What did he choose?" Daisy asked.
"You keep watching and you'll find out." Emily turned and gripped my hard cock.
Hearing those words, the sober reality suddenly hit me. From hundreds of miles away, the girls would be watching us. Before I could start to dwell on it Emily quickly took charge.
Dropping a towel on the floor Emily moved to her knees and took my cock in her mouth.
"Mom!" Rose squealed. "I can't believe you're doing that."
"Rose be quiet." Lilly hissed.
Emily looked up at me with her eyes wide open and a smile wrapped around my cock. It was then I realized Emily's dream was coming true. The closet exhibitionist has an audience.
I rested my hand beside Emily's face and caressed her cheek. With a steady rhythm I watched as my cock disappeared deep in Emily's mouth. I looked further down and saw Emily's tits wiggle on her chest, the pert nipples begging for attention.
With an uncontrollable surge I felt my cock swell bigger in Emily's mouth.
"Cum for me Parker." Her hand stroked my tense balls. "I want to taste your love."
Emily devoured my cock once again. The sounds of her slurping echoed off the walls. My hand slipped down under her chin. As my cock went deep in her mouth I felt it start down her throat.
"I'm going to cum Em." I barely moaned.
"Do it!" I heard Daisy shout.
"On her tits." Rose added.
Just then Emily pulled my cock out and smeared her face with saliva and pre-cum.
"On my face Parker. Do it now."
Almost against my will, it happened before I knew it. With her mouth open, my cock spouted a long thick rope of cum from Emily's hair down across the bridge of her nose. Still looking at me with desire, Emily tilted her head resting my cock on the tip of her tongue.
I wanted to warn her but my legs stiffened and my cock swelled sending the next volley straight down her throat. Emily was caught off guard by the volume and coughed a bit. Closing her mouth the next splurge hit her chin, dangled momentarily, then dripped down her chest.
"All of it." Emily hissed as she pointed my cock at her chest. "Cover those titties."
I leaned my head back and let Emily stroke the remaining cum from my balls. Weak and drained I started to take a step back.
"Where are you going?" Emily snarled still gripping my half hard cock. "You have an ass to fuck."
"Really!" Rose squealed.
"But mom..." Lilly spoke up. ".....he might need a minute."
"I bet he won't." Emily stood up to face me.
She was covered in my cum and looked happy to be that way. For her whole adult life I bet she's waited for this moment. With a gentle grip on my cock Emily stoked it.
"Do you want this as bad as I do?" Emily whispered.
Her eyes focused on mine as she continued to jack me off. "Yes." I replied truthfully.
Emily turned to the phone and bent down. "Ok Lilly, you start."
I looked at my phone as Emily bent down and picked up the towel. On the small screen I watched as Lilly started to undress. From the corner of my eye Emily was cleaning the cum from her body.
When I looked back Rose was now starting to undress. Suddenly a greasy hand coated in lube stroke my quickly hardening cock.
"Ok Daisy, your turn." Emily chuckled.
Daisy stood on the bed and started to remove her pajamas. Emily greased my cock again liberally.
"Look how beautiful she is." Emily pointed to the phone.
"Daisy...but why?" I asked.
Daisy leaned forward, her massive tits hung down heavily.
"To see this. I wanted to be with my sisters to watch." Daisy reached over and squeezed Rose's tit. "Now fuck your dirty little girl in the ass."
"Ready mom?" Lilly giggled.
Laying a towel on the counter, Emily picked up the phone and motioned to me. I lifted her up and she spread her legs. Leaning back against the mirror she rolled her hips exposing the butt plug.
"Ready!" She squealed much too loudly.
I reached in and grabbed the dildo and took a firm grip. Holding the phone so the girls could see Emily nodded she was ready. With a practiced tug I pulled the ribbed toy slowly but steadily from its warm hiding place.
"Hurry my love." Emily gasped as it finally pulled free.
I tossed the toy in the sink and moved between Emily's legs. Gripping my greasy cock I pressed it to the opening for her desires.
"Slowly Parker, I want them to see how big you are." Emily grunted from the pressure.
"Mom that will never fit." Rose gasped.
"Sure it will, they've been doing for years." Lilly laughed.
"That is so fucking hot!" Daisy mewed.
With the phone pointed at our sexes Emily and I focused on each other. 'I love you.' Emily mouthed. 'Me too.' I replied the same way.
"Now Parker, show them how you fuck your dirty little girl." Emily moaned.
With one last push I forced my cock past her relaxed muscle.
"Holy shit." Rose gasped again.
"Really Rose? That's gross." Lilly laughed. "Think you could take that?"
"No fucking way." Rose cursed. "He's too big for my pussy."
"Look at her, Emily is loving it." Daisy spoke up.
She was right, Emily was loving it. Getting her ass fucked was a treat but having people watching was always a fantasy of hers.
"Mom hold the phone steady." Lilly said.
"Good bye girls, I'm going to set the phone down." Emily handed it to me.
I propped it up the best I could then grabbed Emily's hips.
"Fuck me deep Parker." Emily begged.
I pushed her legs up in front of my chest as Emily now laid on her back. I stabbed my cock in and out of her tight opening, watching her tits jiggle on her chest. Before long the moaning in the bathroom was joined by moaning from the phone.
"Hurry mom." Rose whimpered.
"What?" Emily looked up at me with half closed eyes.
I picked up the phone and handed it to Emily.
"Hurry mom, cum with me." Rose squeaked.
"Just a minute baby." Emily looked up at me. "Faster."
Handing me the phone I looked at the screen and saw Lilly working a strap on dildo in Rose's pussy as Daisy was fucking herself with another one.
"Tell mom to hurry." Rose said to me.
I looked down to see Emily rubbing her clit and squeezing her nipple.
"She won't be long now." I turned the phone to Emily showing Rose what her mother was doing.
True to my word it didn't take long for Emily to cum. Rose and Daisy joined her with their own wonderful climax.
Having cum earlier I was still hard and thought of pulling out of Emily's ass.
"Where do you think you're going?" Emily anticipated my move.
"I thought you may want a break?" I suggested.
"We're not done until you fill my ass with cum." Emily barked. "On my knees or in the shower?"
"The shower?" I guessed.
"Smart man." Emily grinned. "Tell the girls goodnight."
I looked at the phone but they were already under the covers snuggling together. I said goodnight mostly to Lilly and turned off the phone. Emily was now waiting for me in the shower with the water running.
"Are you up to this?" Emily stretched up for a kiss.
"No screaming now, the walls in this house have ears." I warned her.
"You sure she's not watching?" Emily now teased me.
"Let's find out." I took the bait.
With her back to me Emily bent over. I guided my slick cock back to her waiting ass. I pressed firmly into the puffy skin and pressed forward.
"God I love that feeling." Emily sighed as I pushed past her sphincter.
Embedded in her ass I pushed my wrists behind her knees and lifted Emily up. The weight of her torso forced my cock deep in her body as her legs dangled in front.
"Hurry now Parker. I want to feel you cum." Emily twisted to kiss me.
Our lips met and with the passion of our kiss so was the passion in her ass. The water sprayed on Emily's expose pussy sending tremors through her body.
"Your tits Em, play with your tits." I groaned.
This was our favorite position. Even as light as Emily is, the strain on my arms and back dictated it wouldn't last long. In turn it pressed all of our buttons at once.
My cock stretching her asshole with the weight of her body. The water pelting her tender clit and pussy lips. Emily teasing her tits while I was able to look on, and the best part, the strain of kissing while it all took place.
I rotated my hips forcing my cock in and out of Emily's ass.
"I can feel it Parker." Emily inhaled. "Don't wait for me." She now exhaled.
"You're so tight tonight." I moaned.
"You're so big." Emily stroked my ego.
"Soon Em." I warned her. "Show me your clit."
"No Parker." Emily protested.
"Your clit." I nibble on her ear.
"You bastard you better cum." Emily cursed.
Pulling her pussy lips wide I aimed the shower stream right on her clit.
"FUCK MY ASS!" Emily all but screamed.
I felt her shudder and then my cock unloaded deep within her bowels.
"Fuck me Parker. Fuck me again. Fuck your dirty little girl." Emily collapsed in my arms.
I pulled my cock out and together we sank to the floor of the shower. Turning in my arms we embraced and kissed for several minutes. With the water still cascading over us I pushed Emily's hair out of her eyes.
"Is my clean little girl happy now?" I whispered.
"Parker I've never been happier in my entire life." Emily caressed my cheek.
......................
In the morning I got up early and went out for a jog. I came in the back door and entered the kitchen. Except for my dad, they were all at the table for breakfast.
The room became deathly quiet when I stepped in. Grandma was smiling, Emily was glowing. Mom glared at me as she did when I shared the room with Daisy. It was deja vu all over again.
"Your father is waiting for you in his office." Mom said dryly.
I headed down the hall to get some fresh clothes and take another shower. When I reached the spare room the door was standing open. Again, it was clear only one bed was slept in.
Emily, I mused. I distinctly remember closing the door when I left earlier. I bet Emily purposely left it open just to make a point. I took my shower and after dressing headed to my father's office.
I found not only him but Emily waiting for my arrival. My father greeted me coldly but subtly as well. Emily greeted me as outlandishly as she could. Moving to me she pulled me down for a firm kiss on the lips. At that moment, if looks could kill, I would have been dead.
"Ah, yes, maybe we should get started." My father announced instead.
I could tell it took every ounce of professionalism for him to say that instead of throwing us out of his office. Sitting side by side Emily and I sat in front of my father's desk. Dad quickly started to lay out additional suggestions for Emily's future investments.
In the middle of one important point, Emily reached over and held my hand. Seeing this my father did his best to control his emotions. Emily then plied him with question after question no doubt hoping to soften him up. I knew he was still perturbed as dad looked at Emily constantly shifting in her chair.
"You could sit on the couch, it's softer." I suggested with a sly smile.
"Would you mind?" Emily looked back at my dad.
Confused but also relieved, dad was happy to agree. "Be my guest." Payton swept his hand in that direction.
Emily moved to the couch taking a stack of papers with her.
"Now do you have any questions?" My dad asked as Emily settled in.
"I think I understand. The fixed rate is a guaranteed return." Emily repeated. "The index can change with the market but has a maximum amount of return, and in exchange can't go down."
"That's right. And the variable annuity?" Dad asked.
"Should give the best return but can lose money." Emily replied proudly. "
"Perfect." With the two of us no longer together dad smiled.
"I have my checkbook right here." Emily reached for her purse.
"Don't you want to think it over?" Dad challenged her.
"I already have." Emily replied confidently. "I trust you to do what's right for me."
Emily then stood up with just her checkbook and headed back to the desk. Just by the way she moved I sensed she was going to do something outrageous. Emily passed by the chair she occupied earlier then plopped on my lap.
"We 'can' trust him to do what's best can't we?" Emily asked me with a wink.
"Why...yes. Yes 'we' can." I quickly caught up.
"Then it's settled, what do you need from me?" Emily turned back to my dad.
"You could start with who the beneficiaries are." Dad asked a bit unnerved.
"Just Parker." Emily replied.
"My son?" My dad asked completely in shock.
He looked at me only to see if I was as surprised as he was. I was.
"Yes." Emily nodded as she started filling out a check.
"But what about Lilly and Rose?" My dad questioned. "Don't you have a sister?"
"Lilly and Rose have enough money. Besides Lilly is married to Parker, she'll get at least half if they divorce." Emily winked at me as she dated the check. "My sister has more money than me and no one to spend it on."
"Parker?" My dad repeated. "You're sure?"
"Positive. Every dime." Emily confirmed as she signed her name.
Just then my dad looked at me in a way I have rarely seen. He had tried to be professional, even overly patient. But this, this was more than he could accept.
"Is that because Parker is sleeping with you?" He lashed out.
"That and he's fucking me." Emily handed my dad the check.
This time I was sure she pushed him too far. As my dad started turning beet red, I thought he might have a stroke or something. Looking at the check only seemed to make him madder.
"I don't want this!" He stood tossing the check down on the desk.
"Sure you do." Emily pushed it back to him. "Parker only did what you told him to do."
"ME? I never told him to...to..." Dad refused to say it.
"Fuck me? Sure you did. The guy with the motorcycle insurance?" Emily chuckled.
"What?" Dad shifted his eyes to mine. "What does that have to do with what the two of you are doing?" My dad fumed.
"You told Parker to fix the problem." Emily hesitated.
My dad now looked back at Emily confused. "I'm the problem." Emily replied happily.
"What?" Dad asked shaking his head.
"Actually Lilly and I were both the problem. " Emily continued to goad him. "With two kids and one on the way, we both know he's fucking her too."
"Damn it..." Dad swore. (And he rarely swears) "...well, that's the problem, isn't it?"
"No Payton, it's not. Your son Parker fixed that. Now I need you to fix his problem."
"His problem?" My dad asked puzzled. He was way over his head and didn't even know it.
"I can take my business else ware, or keep it with you, either way we'll still be lovers." Emily pointed out. "I'm not asking for approval."
"What then?" My dad looked down at the check.
"If you're as smart as Parker is, and I think you are..." Emily turned and kissed me firmly then stood up. "...you'll figure it out." Emily then walked out of the room leaving us alone.
I sat silently as my father contemplated what just went on. He turned and looked out the window. With a voice I could barely make out.
"Does your mother know about this?" He asked still looking away.
"Yes." I answered.
"And she approves?"
"Not really." I replied.
Dad turned and looked at me closely. "But you have an understanding?"
"I wasn't supposed to tell you." I explained.
"So you had Emily do it?"
"No. I'm as surprised as you are." I answered truthfully.
"Then why did she do it?" Dad asked still puzzled.
"We may never know." I cracked a wary smile.
Dad seemed to take that as confirmation that I too was still in the dark. He sat down in his chair and looked at the check with over seven figures.
"She would leave this all to you?" Dad shook his head.
I stood up and headed to the door. Stopping I turned and faced him.
"Dad, Emily trusts you with money. Because of you and mom, she trusts me with what she cares about."
I turned and left him sitting in his office.
I had just loaded the last of our luggage in the car when Emily approached with my mother and grandmother. My grandmother approached me first offering me a hug and a kiss goodbye. I turned to my mother only to find her and Emily in an extended embrace.
When they parted mom move to give me a hug.
"Thank you both for coming." She whispered as I held her close.
I kissed her on the cheek and held her at arm's length.
"Do you really mean that?" I questioned her.
Mom looked at Emily who was now talking with my grandmother. She looked back at me with a tentative smile.
"Emily told me what she said to your father." Mom glanced at her again. "Give him a few days, he'll come around."
"You didn't answer my question." I reminded her.
"Give Lilly and the kids my love." Mom leaned in and kissed my cheek.
Mom winked then stepped back to join my grandmother.
Emily's bra was in the glovebox before we hit the highway. By the bottom of the entrance ramp her head was resting in my lap with her eyes closed. I reached over and caressed her side before moving my hand to hip. When it started to drift over her ass Emily looked up at me.
"Eyes on the road." She said before closing hers again.
.......................
"Emmie!" Violet squealed as I opened her door.
Lilly handed me Ashton as she leaned in and gave me a kiss.
"Did you miss me?" Lilly nuzzled up to me as well.
"I did." I teased her.
"Right answer." Lilly kissed me again.
"No Rose?" I asked looking around.
"She took Daisy home, she'll be back in a couple of hours." Lilly explained.
"Daisy spent the night?" I pried.
"Her and the baby. Lucas was out with some buddies." Lilly smiled. "Your mom called."
"Everything ok?" I asked concerned.
"We talked." Lilly replied cryptically.
"Talked?"
"About you and Emily." Lilly teased.
"And?" I asked getting a bit testy.
"She wants you to call." Lilly kissed me. "She said it's kind of important."
"Do you know what it's about?" I asked softening my tone.
"That my love you will need to find out for yourself." Lilly kissed me one last time.
I spent a half hour playing with Aston and Violet, mostly because I was stalling before making the call. I put Violet down for a nap, then joined Emily and Lilly, who was nursing Ashton in the sun porch.
Rose returned just as Lilly put Ashton in his crib. Rose greeted both Emily and I with a hug and a kiss. Lilly joined me in the padded wicker loveseat.
"So are you still sore?" Rose sat beside Emily on the matching couch.
"Rose!" Emily protested.
"Mom!" Rose implored.
"Ok. A little bit." Emily blushed.
"But you loved it right?" Rose asked almost giddy.
Emily looked at me and blushed again.
"Every time we do it." Emily agreed.
"That's so awesome." Rose beamed. "So what was it like letting us watch?"
"Rose!" Emily whined.
"Come on you loved it? Didn't you?" Rose squealed.
Emily looked at Lilly and then myself. I could see that wicked smile start to form.
"Your father never understood me." Emily explained.
"Well we know Parker does." Rose laughed.
"I'm pretty sure he understands us all. Even you Rose." Emily replied. "I don't know how I can ever thank you two girls enough."
"Oh mom I love you." Rose blurted out emotionally.
Rose threw herself at Emily and embraced her like I had never seen before. Lilly looked at me and then at her sister and mother. Turning back to me I could see Lilly starting to cry.
"Oh Parker, you did it." Lilly embraced me. "This is the day I've waited my whole life for." Lilly sobbed.
With tears running down her cheeks Lilly kissed me over and over. Then in a moment of pure happiness Lilly joined Rose and Emily on the couch.
I went into the kitchen and dialed my parents' house.
"Hello." Mom answered.
"Hi mom." I replied.
"Thank you for calling Parker." She said.
"Lilly said you had something important to tell me." I questioned.
"I think your father is having an affair." Mom said much too calmly.
"Why would you think that?" I asked cautiously.
"I found a pair of panties in his coat pocket." Mom replied trying not to laugh.
"Um...about that." I stammered.
"Parker..." Mom interrupted me. "...we talked, your father and I. We'll be putting a queen sized bed in the spare room in a few days. When you bring Emily up to sign the papers next weekend, you're welcome to bring Violet as well. Your grandmother offered to share her room with Violet."
"I love you mom."
"You're a good man Parker Chase. Your father and I are proud of you." My mother said emotionally. "Please have Emily call your dad, he has a few questions for the paperwork."
"I will." I replied.
"We can talk when you get here. Give everyone our love."
..........................
That was two years ago.
I told Emily, Rose and Lilly about mom finding Emily's panties in my dad's jacket I mistakenly left there. We all had a hearty laugh that lasted almost the whole week. Emily and I did take Violet the next weekend, and although my mother set out fresh sheets, we didn't use them on that trip.
We have however, needed them on several other visits. Viola was born a healthy little girl and looks just like her mother and aunt. Lilly has talked about more kids but for now she seems happy with the three we have.
The addition to the house came out spectacular if I have to say so myself. Rose is still on TV and as far as I can tell still maintains a reasonably private life. Emily stopped writing books but still spends hours in the garden or the greenhouse each day.
My sister Daisy has welcomed a second child into their family jut six months ago. Along with her husband Lucas we see each other several times a week. Sunday is still a day for family. We are still close, but except for a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek, we have never visited the past.
Rose still loves to cuddle up on my lap and have my arms around her. With the kids getting older we have curtailed our signs of affection considerably. Only on the rarest of occasions has she spent the night. Since my marriage to Lilly we have never engaged in any sex.
Lilly now only works a day or two a week, mostly, I think, to have adult interactions. Violet and Ashton are in school and daycare. Viola is looked after by Lilly and her mom. As noted before Lilly is a perfect wife in every way. Sex is still not a priority, but as promised, is never withheld.
This may sound conceited to most, but I still love her as much today, as the day we married. We still do everything together, except on occasion, when I'm with...
Emily.
From the beginning our relationship has been both tumultuous and endearing. Lilly says I've changed Emily, I say I've learned to understand her better. When Emily loses herself in the world of flowers I am no more important than a bee. If I am helping with her projects, I have a job to do, and am expected to do it.
Knowing this I patiently wait for the times Emily emerges and joins the rest of us. I savor these moments and find myself enthralled in this adorable creature. Our relationship has only grown with each passing day.
To say I love her more or less than Lilly, would be a lie, and disrespectful to them both. To compare them would be fruitless. They are exactly the same and completely different at the same time.
What Rose saw in me on that snowy spring day I may never know? But to answer the final question. I am the guy who met an amazing woman, her twin sister, and then her mother. In the process I changed their lives as much as they changed mine.
Who am I? I am the luckiest man in the world.
Sincerely
Parker Chase | literotica |
Title: Matt & Lisa at School Ch. 06a
Tags: sluts, big sister, little brother
*(If you haven't already, please read **Matt and Lisa at School – Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5**. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in **A Family New Year's Eve** series and **A Surprise Visit.**)*
**Parents Weekend – Friday**
The Bell Captain decided he didn't really want to know what was going on with the three students he was showing around the Presidential Suite. They were all extremely polite as he pointed out the different features in the three bedrooms and the large living/dining room area. But he still felt a little uneasy. Maybe it was the way they were dressed – the tall, good looking boy was in jeans, a black T-shirt and sandals and the girls were in matching denim miniskirts and black halter tops. Perhaps it was that the only luggage they brought were the backpacks they casually slung onto the dining table as they walked by. Probably it was the $200 that his friend Anthony from Room Service had slipped him that morning with the promise of the same at the end of their *untroubled* stay.
Whatever. They seemed nice enough and, if nothing else, the two young ladies were the best eye candy he'd seen up close in a very long time. And they didn't seem to be all that modest, either. When the Asian girl bent over to look at the bar, well that was some tasty looking ass staring him in the face. His old cock hadn't reacted to anything in a long time but it did today!
He realized the boy was talking and extending his hand towards him. His old eyes lit up again as he saw the $50 bill. "Thank you very much, sir. Please call Bell Service for any thing you might require…anytime, day or night." By the time he got to the door, held open by the smiling Chinese girl, the boy was digging into his backpack and the white girl was on the phone with Room Service. He closed the door softly on his way out.
Matt was feeling great! He had been anticipating this family reunion for weeks – it had been way too long since they had all been together and he knew, both from long talks with his dad and discussions with Uncle David, that he needed to exert his *special influence* on at least a semi-regular basis to stay effective. And he missed his mom, Laurie, a lot.
He found the baggie he'd been rooting around for and tossed it to his beautiful twenty year-old sister. "Start rolling, gorgeous…it's the weekend – let's get high!" Lisa giggled and unfurled the bag. "And you, *Mai Ling,* get your little ass over here, now." His sister's giggling stopped as soon as she heard the change in his voice. Margie heard it as well and she was beside her *Master* in the blink of an eye.
Matt had been observing his fiancé and thought he'd noticed an increased interest in punishment and pain. (Not that he had caused her any real pain…just little bites and pinches that were harder than his sister could ever tolerate pleasurably.) He thought if it was true, he should probably talk to his mother about it. But in the meantime, dropping immediately into his *alpha*-voice, he said, "Bend over, *slut*. Grab your ankles."
Margie gasped as her head dropped down between her legs and her fingers found her slim, sexy ankles. She felt his long fingers on the perfect curves of her ass, naked but for the string of her thong between her firm cheeks. Then
WHACK!!!!
"Unnnggghhh….mmmmmfffffffff…" Margie bit her lip to keep from screaming when his hand landed flat against her smooth cheek. The slap was so sudden, it surprised more than hurt her…until her smooth golden skin started to burn. Her knees were shaking and when he moved his hand and his finger found her wet slit, her embarrassment excited her even more.
"Who owns this ass, *slut*?" Matt's voice stayed the same as he rubbed his fingers lightly over the reddening flesh.
Her voice barely a whisper, she answered, "You do, *Master.*"
WHACK!!!!
"Oh, God, Matty…uuuuunggghhhhh…" It was hard to breath as she felt the burn spread in her other cheek.
"I don't remember telling you to show it to that nice old man, do you?"
Margie hesitated for just a second before she felt his hand lift up high in the air. "No, *Master*," she managed to blurt out.
Matt grinned above her. He wasn't going to hit her again anyway, but he could certainly sense her growing excitement. His fingers moved gently over her ass as they searched for her wet slit. When he found it, he sank two long fingers into the hot, wet velvet of her tight cunt. He churned them around her wet walls and then slowly withdrew them. Margie moaned, suddenly feeling empty.
"Oh Oh OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The breath rushed out of her mouth as Matt's fingers found her little dark-pink puckered hole and immediately slid into her, just past her tight, clenching asshole. As soon as her sphincter relaxed, he pulled them out.
"Stand up, *slut*," he said with the same flat, compelling voice. His fingertips found her mouth and she cleaned them with her tongue, her cunt juice leaking down her inner thigh. He took her chin and looked deeply into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes…*God, he loved this girl*!..."Don't do that without being told, darling." He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply and lovingly. When Margie responded by lifting her shapely, athletic leg to his hip, Matt broke their soul-kiss and backed away.
"That joint finished, sis?" Lisa slid one of the joints she rolled over the smooth tabletop to her brother. Matt smiled at her and moved over to one of the couches. He lit the tip of the powerful smoke and then passed it to Margie, who was now kneeling before him on the thick, soft carpeting. When she finished taking a hit, she gave it to Lisa who had moved next to her on the floor. The twenty year-old college senior took her own deep hit as she looked wide-eyed back and forth between her brother and their lover. A smile lit her *Cover Girl* face as she leaned forward to give the joint back to her little brother. Instead of sitting back down, though, Lisa's hands found the button at the waist of his jeans and the zipper just below that.
Margie gasped at her roommate's bold action. She could feel her nipples rubbing against the halter, getting harder and longer. Matt just smiled and groaned a little when his sister pulled his soft, thick cock out of his pants. He took another hit of the joint and put it out in the ashtray on the end table. He held the smoke in as he felt the unmistakable sensation between his spread legs. His sexy older sister was trying to stuff as much of his soft cock in her mouth as she could. Matt pulled Margie up to the couch and he kissed his fiancé, exhaling the smoke gently into her open mouth.
Lisa was totally creaming her little thong panties. Of every sensual, sexual experience she had ever had with her younger brother, she had always loved taking all of him in her mouth. She thought back to one of the first times…on vacation at Disney World…the memory was making her heart beat faster and her cunt walls very moist. Now she had him in position to try something new, something she'd read about on the 'net. As she stuffed more of his soft thickness into her hungry mouth, she started to swallow, letting her throat muscles draw him deeper. She was truly eating her brother's cock, and the realization was making her cunt cream and her nipples elongate, pushing out through the soft halter top covering her.
"Fuck me, sis!" Matt groaned as he felt himself being pulled into Lisa's tight throat. "Jesus *fucking* Christ!" he tried to stifle his scream as her throat muscles continued to pull and massage his lengthy shaft. "When the fuck did you learn that one, babycakes?" As much as he was enjoying his sister's new-found talent, the young man was determined to save himself for later…momma was gonna be there soon…and he slowly and carefully pulled his stiffening cock back out of her mouth.
"Lisa, that was…I don't know…I can't really describe it. All I know is that you need to teach that to Margie right away." Matt was still reeling from the exquisite sensations he'd felt in his sister's mouth and throat. "Fuck, ladies…" he kissed his sister and then his fiancée, "I can get a $1000 for a blowjob like that…" The girls were giggling at his great enthusiasm and playing with his throbbing cock when they all heard a knock at the door.
"Room service."
Lisa's eyes widened as she recognized her friend Anthony's voice from outside the room. She looked at her brother with a big grin. "Matty, may I…" she stopped and glanced at her Chinese double, "may we…entertain my friend, Anthony? He's the one…"
Matt cut her off with a smile in his voice. "Of course, baby. Didn't I tell you Uncle David mentioned him when he and Dad called?" By the time Matt finished speaking, Lisa was at the door and Margie had tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped him up.
The tall, well-built but balding African-American man rolled a cart holding a wine bucket and several glasses into the large suite. His smile was warm and friendly as greeted his favorite guest. "Miss Lisa, it is so good to see you again. You are more beautiful than I remembered, honey." He opened his arms and the hottest coed he's ever known stepped right into them, pressing her firm twenty year-old 34B tits right into his stomach. She put her hand on his neck and brought his mouth down to hers.
"I missed you too, lover." She breathed it more than said it before their lips met and their tongues touched. Before she became completely lost in his hungry, *very* experienced kiss, Lisa pulled back and then turned him towards the couch. "Anthony, I want you to meet my brother, Matt, and his fiancée, Margie."
Matt and Margie stood to greet the Room Service guy they had heard so much about. Anthony walked over, his hand extended towards the young man. "Hello, Matt. I'm pleased to meet you. Your Uncle David has told me so much about you, I feel I know you already." Matt smiled warmly back at the middle-aged black man as they shook hands. When he looked closely at Margie, his eyes opened wide and he turned quickly back to Lisa and then back to Margie again. "Miss Margie, congratulations and I am so very pleased to meet you as well," he said with a big grin. "If I may, sir," he addressed Matt rather formally, "your sister and your fiancée are both so pretty…but is it me or…they sure do look a lot alike, don't they?" He was a little flustered as he spoke. "I mean, of course Miss Margie is Asian, but…do you see it, too?"
Matt liked him immediately and it showed as he grinned back at the older man. "Oh yeah, Anthony, I see it…not just in their faces," he gestured Margie to stand next to his sister, "but they look alike…all over."
Lisa and Margie knew exactly what their *Master* wanted and together, they lifted their hands to their necks and untied their halters. Anthony groaned an "Oh Fuck!" as the soft material fell to the floor and he looked at two identical sets of *Perfect 10* breasts. "Yes sir, Matt…I see what you mean." The words came haltingly from the older man. Matt looked down and smiled at the tent that was starting to protrude from Anthony's trousers.
Lisa caught the wink her brother gave her and she nudged her lover. Again, in synch with each other, both sexy coeds unzipped their skirts and let them fall to the floor. Now they stood before the young white boy and the older black man in just their tiny thong panties.
Anthony's eyes flicked back and forth between the two incredibly beautiful and insanely hot young girls and the good-looking young man beside him. "*Sister..brother... fiancée?"* he thought to himself, "*what the fuck is going on?"*
"See? Don't they look even more alike now, Anthony?" Matt was enjoying the man's reaction, obviously concerned about the whole sister/brother thing. He moved across to stand between the two girls. With an arm around each of their shoulders, Matt cradled Margie's left breast with his left hand and he held his sister's right tit the same way with his right hand. He kneaded their firm flesh and his long fingers pulled on their swelling nipples. "Even I can't tell them apart in the dark if I don't touch their hair." The girls giggled, Matt kissed his sister and slapped her ass. "Don't embarrass me, hon. Go say hello to your friend properly."
Lisa, dressed only on a tiny white thong, moved gracefully into the older man's embrace. His arms lifted her off the floor as they kissed in greeting – Matt and Margie smiled as Anthony's hands held Lisa tightly against him. When her hand found his erect cock, she started to stroke him as they continued to renew their acquaintance with their lips and tongues. After another long kiss, Lisa let herself down and softly pushed Anthony down on the couch. Standing between his legs. She leaned over and unzipped his pants, taking his thick, black cock out of his boxers. "I missed this big black snake, Anthony," she hissed at him as her tongue started licking up and down the length of his black shaft. Lisa motioned Margie over to join her. Before he knew what was happening, Anthony felt a second tongue and a second set of delicate fingers on his big, wrinkled sac and his long, thick dark-skinned cock.
When he looked down and saw Margie's long, lustrous black hair, his eyes opened wide in surprise and concern. "No, Miss…I'm sorry, Matt…I…your fiancée…"
Matt moved quickly to put the charming older man at ease. "No…no, Anthony," he said, using the full effect of his persuasive voice, "it's all good…relax." He put his hand softly on Anthony's shoulder and he seemed to calm down immediately. "My sister has told Margie all about you, Anthony…Margie has wanted to do this for a long time… enjoy it."
The room service waiter relaxed, his large, dark hand resting lightly on Margie's soft shoulder. Lisa backed off and moved next to her brother. They both spoke softly, describing the erotic contrast of Margie's golden skin and the super dark flesh of Anthony's hard, thick cock. Their conversation didn't last long as Margie's oral technique got the better of the older man. Within minutes, the combination of her lips, tongue, throat muscles and fingers brought a rush of semen up his long cock and into her hungry young mouth. He groaned as she swallowed, his cock still lodged in her throat – he had never felt anything like that before.
When the sexy coed got up off her knees, she helped Anthony off the couch, bringing his long fingers to her golden breast. "You are a beautiful young woman, Miss. I feel honored…truly…" he turned towards Matt, "much like I did when I first met your sister."
When his clothes were all fastened and he opened the champagne ("Complimentary… from the manager. Your uncle sends us a great deal of business.") and kissed the girls goodbye, Matt saw the waiter to the door. "Anthony," Matt said with a big grin, "it has been a true pleasure, sir. You are everything my sister and my uncle said you are." With that, Matt put a $100 bill into the waiters hand – and was quite surprised by his reaction.
"Please…no, sir…Matt…I cannot…please. Your unc…"
"Uncle David," Matt cut him off with a grin and he took the bill back reluctantly. "I should have known. Okay, then…for the weekend…who *should* I tip?"
"Absolutely no one – I insist, Matt. And please," his voiced dropped, "if *anyone* has their hand out…I want to know. Don't need them on my special list if they don't listen."
Matt was chuckling, softly of course, but he told Anthony he would let him know. As the waiter was just about to shut the door behind himself, he stuck his head around and whispered, "Matt…here…just a minute. I almost forgot." He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small cellophane bag. He passed it to Matt and whispered again, "Don't finish it, give your uncle a taste. My boy, he works for a contractor…Afghanistan…company in your home town, son. David got him the job…sends me this sometimes in a messenger pouch." Then the door was closed and he was gone.
Matt locked the door and turned back into the room – he, Lisa and Margie all started to laugh at once. He tossed the package to Lisa and told her to open it. He moved over to the cart and poured three glasses of wine. As he handed one to his sister, she looked up at him with a sweet smile. "Looks like pure Afghani hash to me, bro? Wanna open it and give it a sniff?" She tossed it back.
Matt smiled and shook his head. "Not now…you know Dad will love this – let's wait, okay?" He looked at his sister and his fiancée and delighted in their similarities. Apart from the obvious racial differences, they were almost identical I every other way. When they were together, naked, Matt found the contrast of Lisa's three pale triangles (where her tiny tanning bikini covers her) to Margie's *all over* golden glow to be one of the hottest, most erotic images he'd ever seen. He shook his head to snap himself out of this pleasant but unproductive reverie.
"Okay, time to get dressed, ladies…never know who's gonna show up next." Matt busied himself examining the small brown brick in the cellophane wrapper as the girls helped each other with their halter tops and skirts. Once dressed, Lisa started rolling some of the weed they'd brought into thin joints, careful to separate the good from the *great*, the special stuff that Margie had so cleverly won that first night at the pool hall. Matt found *ESPN* on the large plasma TV and Margie was playing with the stereo behind the bar.
It was Lisa who looked up first to see the door open and their mother and father sweeping grandly into the suite. "MOMMMYYYY!!!!" she shrieked in surprise, got up from the table and skipped across the thick carpet into Laurie's outstretched arms.
Matt moved quickly behind his sister and greeted Steven with a big bear hug and a lot of mutual back-slapping. Kisses and mumbled "hello's" and "how are you's" and then the four of them switched partners as a bellman brought their luggage into the suite. Behind him, he heard the young man say "Mother, I've missed you so much" and the hot one in the halter say "Daddy…me, too!" He had just placed their bags on the floor when he looked up and saw…*mother and son…father and daughter…kissing, holding each other… not the way they should be greeting each other, no sir!* He was trying to back out unnoticed when the father and daughter separated. The good-looking, silver-haired man reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. The bellman stopped him quickly. "Thank you sir, ma'am, but that's already been taken care of …for the weekend…for everyone… need anything, call the bell desk, please…any time." He continued backing out and finally pulled the door closed behind him. Laurie very reluctantly pulled her tongue out of her son's delicious mouth and all four hugged together.
Grinning at the surprised look on his father's face, Matt said, "That's your brother's work, Dad. I don't know how he did it, but he's already got everybody greased. If anybody hits you up…you too, Mom…let me know, okay? But now, much more importantly, there's somebody you need to meet…in person." Matt left the little huddle and walked over to the bar. Their eyes followed him until they fell on the most beautiful Chinese face and the incredibly hot body standing next to their son.
"Mom…Dad," Matt started to introduce them, but Margie just squealed like Lisa did earlier and ran to join her parents. She threw her arms around Laurie and they kissed each other and giggled and grinned and then Margie turned towards Steve. She thought he was so handsome…silver hair and he was so tan. She looked up very modestly, and started to greet him formally, in Mandarin, before she caught herself and switched to English.
"Father," she started, trying to be so traditional, "please accept…" But she couldn't do it. When she looked up and saw the laughter and the love in his dark brown eyes, she looked around and saw that same expression mirrored in everyone's eyes. She looked back to Steven once more. "Oh, fuck it, Daddy…kiss me…" she hissed right before she moved into his strong, welcoming arms.
Matt smiled over his family…his father kissing his fiancée…mother and sister kissing and hugging again as well. This was gonna be a great fucking weekend! He slid over to the table where Lisa was rolling and picked a joint from the small pile. He lit it and inhaled deeply, confirming this was the kind he wanted. After he exhaled, he moved back to the kissing and chattering group. He held it out to his father, and changing his tone slightly, he said "Here Dad…this is the stuff…you know…Margie's bet at the pool hall…"
Steven took the slim cigarette out of his hand while Matt looked at the three women. They had heard the shift in his voice and they were looking at him expectantly. "Mom, when are Brian, Kathy and Andy gonna be here?" Dad was already moving to the couch with the joint, a big smile across his face.
Laurie looked at her watch, "I think they should be here in about an hour. Brian and Kathy got on a flight 30 minutes after us…Andy was going to be about thirty or forty minutes later. Brian emailed us yesterday and said to go ahead – they would wait for Andy." Laurie's eyes twinkled at her handsome son. "Is there something you have planned for the next hour, Matty?" She had missed him desperately over the last few months and although she knew the weekend would be very busy, she wanted to spend as much time as possible with her boy…her lover…her *Master*.
Laurie's nipples were pushing through her sheer lightweight bra and cashmere sweater – getting longer as her son continued to look at her body. She felt his ice-blue eyes, "*so much like his uncle's*" she thought, lock on to the 'V' shape at the junction of her firm, trim thighs and immediately her pussy started to moisten in anticipation.
Matt couldn't wait any longer. Using all the skills at his command, he started the party with Lisa and Margie. The totally confidant young man walked around his surprised mother and stopped in front of his roommates. His hands found the ties of their halters and slipped the knots, letting the soft material slide down to uncover their perfect, almost identical twenty year-old breasts. "Get Dad and show him the hot tub…keep him there for thirty minutes…then come find us." Matt stood still as first his sister and then his fiancée molded themselves against his long, lean body and kissed him deeply and passionately before joining Steven on the couch. He heard his father say something from behind him, but the boy's attention was already focused on his first and favorite *slut*, his mother, Laurie.
He moved closer – he heard the change in her breathing and he noticed the deep flush spread over her pale, smooth flesh. When he was close enough, his eyes filled with lust and longing as he slipped his long fingers into her sweater and under her bra. He took her already swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze; little electric flashes of pain seemed to connect her abused breast directly to her clit. When she thought the pain would finally make her cum, he let her go. The throbbing was almost as painful as the pinching and Laurie's knees were starting to shake. Matt leaned close to his mother's ear and whispered to her, "Get your clothes off, Mother…then follow me."
Almost before he could move away, the fifty year-old *MILF fantasy* that was his mom started taking off each piece of clothing that hid her from her boy's hungry eyes. Sweater was followed by tight blue jeans leaving her momentarily in just her sheer, light blue lace bra and bikini panties. Matt smiled, pleased that she remembered one of his favorites. Without turning around, loud enough for his voice to carry, he asked his sister what he was doing.
"You're smiling, bro." She answered with a smile in her voice.
"Why, hon?"
"Because your favorite *slut* remembered your lingerie fetish, baby brother," Lisa giggled.
"And…" Matt led her like a lawyer in a courtroom.
"And she's teaching us something at the same time?"
By this time, Laurie stood naked in front of her children (she already thought of Margie that way…along with Brian, Kathy, and she hoped, Adam as well) and their father. The hours in the gym and the diet that was now a way of life, along with the countless full-body oil massages her husband had given her over the years, kept her skin as smooth and firm as a woman half her age. Her legs were still the same long, lean beauties that looked as good coming out of a short golf skirt now as they did under a miniskirt in her college days. Of course, there was some sag in her breasts, though her nipples still pointed up and out; and there was a little tummy where she used to be flat. But her shaved mound looked the same as it did the first time her husband had seen it when she was nineteen – it was remarkable.
"What is your mother teaching you now, *baby sluts*?" Matt's voice was showing the strain of what seemed a very long wait.
"If we follow her path." Margie started in a fake Chinese sing-song voice that quickly degenerated into pure lust, "then when we're fifty year-olds, really hot college guys will wanna fuck us all the time, too."
"Mom…Dad," Matt swept his arm back towards Margie, "that's why I have to marry her."
Margie ran to Matt and gave him a big sloppy kiss. "I love you, *Master*," she giggled. "Now leave us alone with Papa while you take care of Momma properly."
Matt stopped by the table and picked up a joint and a plastic lighter. He lit the joint and after holding the powerful smoke in his lungs, he let it out and turned back to Laurie. "Bring ice-water and glasses…hurry, Mother." He turned into the large master bedroom, found a reggae station on the satellite radio system, set the thermostat on high and turned the indirect lighting down low, sat down on a chair near the bed and took another deep drag while he waited for his mother to join him.
Just moments later, the stunning fifty year-old suburban wife and mother carried a tray into the room with a fresh bottle of water, a bucket of ice and two glasses. She put it down on a table next to the chair where her son was waiting. A minute later and the bottle was opened, water and ice in the glasses and Laurie was unbuttoning the waist of her son's jeans and sliding his zipper down. She was on her knees between his long, spread-out legs trying unsuccessfully to pull his pants off until he helped by raising his ass off the chair. Matt pulled his T-shirt up and off and was left sitting in front of his mother in just a pair of small, black silky boxers.
The young man took a long drink of the ice-cold water from a glass at his side. His very hot mom was still on her knees on the thick pile carpeting, using her long graceful fingers to massage his firmly muscled thighs. Matt took another hit off the blunt, willing himself to relax and enjoy the sensations she was creating for him. Laurie was staring at the tent that was growing in her son's sexy boxers. Every time her fingers grazed the top of his legs, his lengthening erection seemed push harder against the soft black material. She was transfixed – her eyes locked on to the small wet spot that appeared where his mushroom-shaped cockhead was outlined by the cloth. He surprised her by leaning forward and drawing her face to his. Matt kissed his mother softly, gently opening her lips with his firm tongue and then blew the sweet, strong smoke into her. He kept his lips pressed against her as she inhaled everything he gave her. His hands moved to cup her firm round breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles around her excited nipples as he felt her lose some of the tension she was carrying in her shoulders and back. He held the joint to her mouth. "One more, Mom," he whispered in he ear, "it's already making you relax, huh?"
Laurie took a small hit; she loved the feeling but she also wanted to be completely aware of anything and everything that would happen over the weekend. After all, she had promised her brother-in-law a *blow-by-blow* description the next time they were together. But at that moment, she just melted into the love she felt from her son and the soft, intoxicating and seductive reggae rhythms, her face warmed by the heat radiating from his hard, thick ten inches as she finally drew his black boxers down and away from his firm flesh, liberating the object of her great affection. She stripped them off his legs and then rose up on her knees, silent all the while, and took a long sip of water before settling back before him – mother and son naked and together at last.
"I'd almost forgotten…" she mumbled as she took hold of his hot sex. Her left palm held his stiff, throbbing shaft just below the pronounced ridge, her thumb and forefinger not even close to touching on the backside. And her right hand gently moved under him, cradling his balls as she moved close enough to touch the soft, wrinkled skin of his sac with her deep pink tongue. As soon as she tasted the familiar but *oh so taboo* flesh, Laurie was lost immediately and completely in the realm of the senses…and her complete abandonment of anything else drew her son along with her on this reunion journey.
"God, Mother…" the eighteen year-old college freshman moaned, "nobody sucks cock like you. I missed your mouth…your lips around me." Laurie was giving everything she had to make this a perfect blowjob for her boy. She thrilled to his touch when his fingers started massaging her tits as they lay on top of his upper thighs. It seemed to both of them that every time she licked him from base to crown, his hard, fat cock grew even longer. She felt Matt's left hand slide up the side of her right tit to her shoulder as she took him between her soft lips, the same lips that she had kissed her innocent little boy with a million times before he came of age and they became more than just mother and son. She took half of him into her hungry mouth as his hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her neck. Her heart was racing as she felt his fingers move higher, desperate to know if he will notice, anxious to see his reaction if he does.
Another inch higher and Matt's hand stops dead, his strong fingers firmly holding the back of her neck. "Oh, Mother," he says softly, his voice throwing a chill into her, "what have you done?" He lifts her slowly off of his slick, shiny cock until she is upright between his legs. He can hear the change in her breathing. He smells her arousal wafting from her wet cunt and he sees her bullet-shaped nipples as hard and as long as they've ever been.
Laurie can't help but smile inside, the mother so proud of her child. "*Of course he'll notice my haircut,*" she'd told David and she was proven correct when he pulled her away. Her cunt flooded as she waited for the other shoe to fall.
*SMACK!!!!!!*
"Ohhh…unnnghh…" the fifty year-old suburban poster girl was biting her lip – hard – to keep from shouting. Her strong, handsome eighteen year-old son had slapped her left tit with his open right hand. The sudden slap had hurt, a little, but then her breast flesh started to burn and it only made her moan louder, on her knees before her son…her *Master.*
"Very cute haircut, Mother. Tell me, why does it look familiar?" His voice was soft, but it carried all of his power.
"Please, Matty…" Laurie could barely speak. He had taken her nipple and started to pull it away from her breast, stretching her even more. "Last week…Daddy's friend…ahhh… George came to see…I mean fuck me…first time…long time ago…Dad thought I looked so hot…sexy…short hair while I sucked George." The pain turned to a throbbing burn and each throb sent another electric charge directly to her clit. "I'm sorry, Mat…*Master*."
"I really don't care what the reason was," Matt shook his head dismissively, "I'm just concerned…that you've forgotten whose slut your are, Mother." Matt stood and pulled Laurie up with him, his fingers still holding her hyper-sensitive rubbery tip. He moved her towards the oversized bed that dominated the room.
"Yours, baby, I'm your slut…" Laurie couldn't believe the sensations that swirled around her. The pain had already crossed the line to intense pleasure and she was anticipating even more as her son 're-claimed' her.
"That's funny – did I tell you to cut your hair?" Matt backed his mother onto the bed, finally letting go of her tenderized tit. She crawled on her back to the middle of the huge mattress, sliding across the satin-smooth duvet. Her sky blue eyes opened to find her beautiful boy's face hovering over hers. "I don't remember, Mom. Do you?" Matt's eyes were cold blue slits of lust glaring down at her. His knees straddled her hips and he held himself above her, supported on his left hand.
Laurie shivered as Matt's right hand moved lightly over her arm and shoulder, getting closer and closer to her sore and swollen left breast. Surprising her, he skipped the abused tip, letting his long fingers glide over her hot smooth skin of her long torso, then around the curve of her hip and then back up the inside of her left thigh until he found the slick, fat lips of her shaved pussy. She groaned as he palmed her sex and used his thumb to rub circles around her clit. His middle finger slipped through the crème that covered her fuck-hole and entered her cunt. She was so close to her first real climax with her son in months and it was so hard to wait for him.
She couldn't believe how excited she was to be with him again. She and Steven had both agreed with David's long-range plan for all the kids. "*Oh, Christ, David,*" she thought fleetingly to herself, "*I wish you were here for this weekend, too*." The thought of having him home again was too much for her anxious pussy. As her son massaged her G-spot with his long finger and teased her throbbing clit with his thumb, the beautiful suburban wife and mother *turned* incestuous slut started mumbling and moaning as he brought her closer and closer to her climax.
"Ahh!! God, Matty….you're making me…baby, I'm sorry…you never…I did it…fuck… unnnghh…for Daddy…" Laurie kept rambling until she felt her son's tongue starting to draw circles around her left nipple, still throbbing from his recent abuse. "Oh please, *Master*, nooo…."
Anticipating the worst, hearing her heart beating so loud and fast, she tensed as she felt his fingers slow down and then her breathing stopped as he moved his tongue over her pebble-skinned aureole and took the dark pink swollen nub between his lips. And finally, she felt her child's love as he kissed her nipple as delicately and gently as he could and she thought her heart would burst.
Matt resumed his pressure on his mother's G-spot and her excited clit, bringing her right to the edge again. He moved up so he could whisper in her ear, his voice as hot and sexy and *dirty* as she'd ever heard him. "You know, Mom," as he whispered his fingers and thumb were keeping her right on the electric brink, "if I really thought you did this without thinking about me at all, I would be very disappointed…you wouldn't want that, believe me." He felt his mother's cunt start to moisten again, lubricating his finger even more. The idea that she might enjoy being disciplined crossed the young man's mind and he smiled to himself as he filed it away for another time.
"But, somehow…don't ask me why," he continued whispering, his lips so close she could feel his breath, "I feel the subtle touch of my Uncle David, in all this."
Laurie didn't know if it was her pride in her son…or her son's finger in her, but as soon as he whispered his uncle's name, unveiling their last test, her cunt flooded again.
"Ahhh…" Matt chuckled softly in her ear, sending shivers through every part of her. "You don't have to say anything, Mother…looks like I've got my answer. But just in case," his voice lost the laughter, "I think I should remind you…" The shivers turned to electric shocks and she couldn't breathe. "…exactly whose *slut* you are."
Matt dragged his tongue across his mother's burning flesh, over the soft curve of her shoulder and up the slope of her breast. Laurie's eyes, now just glaring slits of pure lust, locked on her son as he spoke again. "Once again, *Mother*," his voice deep and filled with his passion, "I have to ask…"
Her body was quaking under his touch…she was so painfully close…"No, baby, you don't need to ask…anytime, anything, anywhere, Matty…I'm yours forever, my love."
Matt pressed his long middle finger against her G-spot and then started to pinch her clit very gently between his thumb and forefinger. He knew she was on the precipice and he wanted her first climax of their reunion to be both memorable and meaningful.
He sat up, still astride her fit, sexy body, and moved his left hand across to her left breast and started to squeeze her tit-flesh. Laurie moaned continuously as his other fingers manipulated her hot, wet sex. "Let's make sure you remember that, *slut.*" Matt bent low and sucked the sore nipple between his lips as his fingers increased the pressure on her clit. He let the nipple go, looked his mother in the eye and hissed at her, "I guess I have to mark you again, Mother." And as he squeezed her throbbing clit, he moved an inch above her nipple and broke her skin with his teeth. Laurie screamed her orgasm into her fist as the momentary pain crossed the line to pleasure and she surrendered completely to her son.
Moments later, when the stunning electric light show stopped playing on the back of her eyelids, Laurie turned her head to the left and opened her eyes slowly. The first image that came to her was of her beautiful son, laying on his right side, gently licking and cleaning the tiny tear in her tender flesh. "Oh my God, Matty…" the words came out haltingly as her climax was still coursing through her. "I've missed you so much, baby. I didn't realize…" Her fingers rested on the back of his head as his tongue gently laved her breast. "Oh, Matt, honey…that feels so good," she started to moan again as his tongue flicked against her. He dropped his left hand on to her, cupping her shaved mound in his palm. He gathered some of her moisture and brought it back to his thickening cock, gently rubbing his fingers over the mushroom-shaped head.
He kissed his mother's tit, sat up with a smile and threw some pillows back against the headboard of the over-sized bed. Leaning back against them, his long, muscular legs stretching out in front, he directed Laurie to hand him his ice water and then the large ashtray with the joint and the lighter in it. He sat up straight and took a long drink of the water and handed the glass back to her. Then leaning back on the propped-up pillows again, he lit the joint and took a deep hit. Well aware that his mother was looking at him, staring at his semi-hard organ, he put the joint out and exhaled the smoke in a swirling plume over his cock. He slid his hand around the thickening shaft and moved the soft, pliant skin slowly back and forth over the blood and muscle of his growing fuck-pole.
She was standing next to the bed looking at him, having just put down the empty water glass her son had handed her. The changes she saw in her son since his return to school were amazing. His personality was growing more dominant and powerful along with his beautiful, strong physique. The fiery and passionate fifty year-old mother was totally in love and lust with her son, and her lust was turning her sky-blue eyes dark and smoky with incestuous desire.
Laurie tore her eyes away from Matt's magnificent erection to see him staring back at her. Slowly and deliberately, she lifted her knee to the mattress and then she watched his eyes move across her large, rounded breasts and over her tummy to her swollen, hairless mound. She moved her leg a little more, and electric shivers rolled over her, knowing how her cunt lips were spreading open like a blooming flower before her son's burning gaze.
Matt couldn't take another minute of the sweet torture he was making himself endure. It wasn't that he didn't remember what his sexy mom looked like…but nothing could compare to her in the flesh, the heat and her essence wafting from her, filling the room with her sex.
"Suck me," his voice was a strained whisper, "suck your boy's great big cock, Mom." He watched her crawl over the covers to him, moaning as she took his hand away and finally got her tongue on him. She licked up the back of his shaft from his balls to his crown and then plunged her mouth over him, slurping on the top half of his huge erection. "Oh yeah, Mom, make me wet for you…" he groaned as she licked his balls and spread his leaking pre-cum around the thick shaft. He watched as her tongue tried to open his pee-hole and came away with a long silvery strand of lubrication stretching from the head of his cock to the tip of his mother's tongue. And that was all he could take.
Laurie felt Matt's arms around her, lifting her up and then putting her down on her back, her ass nestled between his spread knees and her legs extended toward the ceiling in a "V for Victory" salute. Her boy's thick, hard cock was sliding through the pungent crème that lubricated her nether lips and his actions caused her body to react in turn. Her labia parted as blood engorged her sex, making her physically ready to receive him in this most *taboo* of all things between mother and son. Her clitoris poked out from its hood, as if looking for the cause of the incessant throbbing. Her tender nipples ached, desperately wanting yet dreading his touch and her skin was hot and moist again as she waited for the inevitable.
"I've waited too long for this, Mother." Matt groaned the words as he rolled forwards, his thighs driving hers back towards her chest. His massive organ was poised over her, his mushroom-shaped head burrowing into her crème-filled slit to find the opening to her sex…the gateway to her love. The very moment he felt the small dilated hole, he plunged the full length of his rock-hard cock into his mother's spasming cunt until his balls slapped against her upturned ass.
"Uuunnnnfff!" The force of his thrust knocked the breath out of her. "Please…baby…so big…" she tried to ask him to wait, to give her tender pussy just a minute to adjust to his over-sized organ, but she just couldn't form the words when she felt him withdraw his long, hard pole and then,
"Unnnnnnnfff!! Arrrggghh!! Ohhh…oh…oh, God! Matty!" Her eighteen year-old son fucked his huge prick right back into her again. And this time there was no hesitation at all as she felt him pull back yet again, the ridge of his cock-head scraping the walls of her cunt on the way out. And again he drove back into her, her pussy walls dancing around his thickness and she clenched and spasmed all over his beautiful cock.
Matt was transported to a different place as he followed his cock into the center of a new universe. He plunged in and out of the liquid heat and rippling muscles of his mother's core…there was nothing…nothing else that could ever match the intensity of what he felt as he pushed his way through her cervix and he knew he was back in the most forbidden place of all.
He opened his eyes to see the sky-blue color of hers start to roll back as her climax began to overtake her…moving along every nerve path and in electric waves over her flesh. "Momma," he gasped at her, "I can't believe how beautiful you are…when you cum…on my cock." Back and forth his hips shot out and then returned only to shoot out again, over and over. "I feel you cumming, Mother…my cock…my balls…all soaked…"
"Uuunnnnnghhhhh…don't stop, please….oh…OH…FUCK MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Laurie started screaming when she looked down her body, watching her son's massive cock move straight up and down; using his prick like a jackhammer he pounded relentlessly into the hot liquid pool of her fat, horny cunt. "I'M CUMMMMINNNNNGGGG!!!!!!!!"
The incredible clamp, rippling along the full length of his cock was all Matt needed to take him over the edge as well. He felt her cervical ring open under the pressure of his jackhammer cock and then he pushed through another inch until he was lodged tight in his mother's womb. Her cunt started spasming…out of control…and then he let himself go completely and painted her insides with thick ropes of his hot, white boy-crème. When he was finally through his massive climax, and his mother's hungry pussy had milked every last drop from him, Matt rose up and withdrew his long, crème-covered cock from the warmth of that most taboo place and fell on his back next to his mother.
The picture-perfect suburban mom's mind was in a million different places at once as she tried so hard to get her breathing back under control – she was much too turned on to let herself pass out from the pleasure. Her mind flitted back to that nice Hawaiian boy who helped get their car off the beach that day, so long ago. In return, his payment was Laurie…any way he wanted her. His cock was the size of a beer can and when he held her against the low branches of that tree above the tide mark at the beach, at least fifty sun worshippers and swimmers had to have heard her moan and groan when he stripped the bright yellow bikini off of her and rammed that monster up her cunt the first time. She didn't care how many were watching or listening and heard her scream when she came on his cock a few minutes later.
Laurie almost *never* climaxed vaginally…but it was something special that she got from her loving son. His massive size helped, of course, but it was the way the beautiful upward curve of his erect cock forced contact between his head and her G-spot so perfectly whenever they fucked. And consequently, his cock transformed her into a totally sex-obsessed slut every time she climaxed, just by fucking her boy. And now that cum-starved slut was hungry for more; she rolled over and slid down the slippery covers until her beautiful face, framed in her new/old short, sexy haircut was directly over his softening but still thick and throbbing penis.
She circled the base of his thick tool with her fingers, holding him up like an ice cream cone, all ready to be licked clean of the sex cocktail that coated his meaty pole and his heavy sac. Laurie was all set to take her boy's cock back in to her hungry and wanting mouth when her daughter's voice broke the mystical spell that seemed to hold mother and son so close.
"Mommy," Lisa's voice over her shoulder startled the lust-driven woman on the bed, "that looks delicious. Don't you want to share it with us?"
Laurie looked up into her son's eyes to see him smiling as she felt smaller, softer hands gliding across her back and the smooth skin of her shoulders and then covering her breasts, the tiny fingertips playing with her swollen nipples. When she realized it was four hands, not just two, she turned around and first kissed her daughter gently on her soft pink lips and the turned back the other way and kissed her soon-to-be daughter-in-law, letting her tongue play with Margie's for an extra moment.
Giggling with her girls, Laurie let herself be pushed back on the bed next to her lean, fit, and very sexy son. Lisa hopped across to Matt's other side and lay next to him with her face resting on his hip and her sweet-smelling pussy near his head. Margie took the same position next to Laurie and immediately started to kiss her way across Laurie's pelvis, dipping her tongue into her new mother's hot, creamy slit.
"Oh, honey," Laurie moaned under Margie's oral attentions, "you like to eat pussy, baby?"
"Mmmmh hmmmmmm," Margie's lips vibrated as she sucked on Laurie's clit, making the older woman's hips jerk off the mattress.
Lisa took her tongue off her brother's wonder-cock to welcome her father as he followed the girls into the room. "Come over here, Daddy…help me with Matty, okay?" She looked at her brother and rolled her eyes. "He's sooo biigggg, Daddy!"
Steven chuckled at all the activity on the bed in front of him. He was still trying to recover from his workout in the hot tub with the almost-identical twenty year-olds. Oh how he wished he was even just a few years younger…but right now, he was happy to be with his loving family…it couldn't be much better than this anywhere else.
He stopped first to give his MILF, suburban *hottie* wife a deep, loving kiss. "Did your boy give you what you wanted, dear?" he whispered in her ear. "Is that your crème that Lisa is licking off his big cock, honey?" Laurie grabbed him and kissed him deeply again. As Steven kissed his wife, his hand worked itself between Margie's firm, cheerleader-like thighs where his fingers moved over every inch of her ivory-smooth golden skin. "Have you tasted this one yet?" he asked his wife of thirty years. "She's every bit as sweet and tasty as you and Lisa, my dear." Steven swatted Margie playfully on her curvy rear end. "And if you get her now, there might be a surprise inside!"
He kissed the twenty year-old Asian coed's firm, round fanny before moving around to climb on the oversized bed next to his son and daughter. He took the joint out of the ashtray next to the bed, lit it, took a deep drag and then handed it to Matt. The smoke swirled around and the proud father found his hands had wandered to his daughter's *Perfect 10* breasts. His fingers kneaded her flesh and his fingers pulled on her excited nipples as he exhaled the smoke and spoke to his son.
"I hope you took good care of your mother, Matt. Your sister and your fiancée nearly killed me earlier – I don't think that I can satisfy your mother, too." Steven sounded so peaceful and serene. "This is really great dope, son." He took the joint back from his boy with a grin. "I'm gonna take another hit now…but I want you to think about something."
As their father stopped talking to take another toke, never saying what he wanted his son to ponder, Lisa and her brother just looked at each other and started laughing. Margie and Laurie were already giggling and joined in the laughter along with Steven as he exhaled the powerful smoke. Somehow, through the laughter, the five naked and very stoned people heard some noises coming from outside the master bedroom. Matt maneuvered quickly between his sister and father, got off the bed and threw his jeans on. He grinned back at his family, all tangled together on the bed and still laughing. Throwing his T-shirt at his sister, he told her to put it on and join him in the living room. Then he told Margie and his parents he would be right back and then he closed the door behind him on the way out.
Matt straightened his hair at a mirror in the hallway and then walked into the main room of the suite. He heard his cousin trying to tip the bell boy who brought up their luggage as he saw a beautiful blonde girl on Brian's arm and…Matt stopped and caught his breath… on the other side of his cousin stood what could have been an almost exact twin to himself! This had to be Andy, Kathy's older brother.
"Your money's no good here, cuz…better put it away before he gets upset." Matt spoke softly, but with a smile in his voice. Brian looked up immediately with a big grin. The two cousins hadn't seen each other for a while and both were anxious to make up for lost time. And Matt knew he had some work to do on everyone's behalf during most of the weekend. The bellboy was finally allowed to leave and he closed the main door to the suite behind him.
"Hey, little cuz…how you doing?" Brian walked towards Matt and they met with a hug. "Boy, Matt, not so little any more. College life looks like it agrees with you." Brian pulled Kathy around to face his cousin. "Matt, I'd like to…"
Matt put his hand on Kathy's hip and turned her slightly away from Brian and towards himself. "*Jesus Fucking Christ,*" he thought to himself, "*she's the all-American blonde version of Lisa and Margie!*" First, the lucky young man offered up a silent prayer of thanks to his Uncle David. Then pitching his voice to take control, he smiled warmly and said, "Of course, you must be Kathy. I've been anxious to meet you…welcome to the family." With just the faintest hesitation, he said "Brian, she is even more beautiful than I'd heard."
Kathy smiled automatically but she had no idea what to think about the bare-chested boy who suddenly appeared in front of her. She was shocked at first by the resemblance to her brother, but that passed quickly, almost as soon as he moved close to her. Then she was even more confused. How, she asked herself, could this beautiful young man, ("*God,"* she thought to herself, "*he's just…fuck, he's perfect!*") certainly the youngest and physically the smallest man in the room, seem so sure of himself – so able to dominate everything around him?
Matt's eyes never left the *Gallery 'Girl Next Door"* face and body; as he drew her closer he asked his older cousin, "May I?"…his intention was clear. Neither waited for Brian's answer as Kathy closed the gap, her firm and excited 34B breasts pushing through her little halter top into his lean, well-muscled torso and then her lips pressed against his before she opened her mouth so she could suck his tongue ("*OhmyGod…what am I doing …can't…don't want to stop…*") and taste him.
Matt broke their kiss but Kathy kept her arm around his waist as she introduced him to Andy. She was breathless, but offered no excuse as she pulled her brother close. "Matt, this is my brother. Andy…Matt." Her beautiful blue eyes kept moving between their faces. "Brian," she said over her brother's shoulder, "come here…look at them…it's too strange, honey."
"Hi, cuz. I was hoping it was you!" Lisa's voice came from behind Matt; he turned to see his sister, all long, curly hair and smiles dressed in his black T-shirt and a tiny pair of white cotton thong panties. Lisa circled around a rather surprised Kathy and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Her face showed pure delight as she said, "Hi, Kathy, I'm Lisa… I'm so happy to finally meet you. Don't you just love Brian? Isn't he the cutest thing?" She giggled as she put her hands on Kathy's chest, quickly giving each tit an experienced feel. "Oooh..nice…34B's, right, honey?"
Kathy was giggling now, too. "Mmmm, Lisa, Brian told me a lot about you." Their lips came together this time. "Yes…" her hand moved to Lisa's breast, her palm feeling the excited nipple under the cotton shirt. "Your mom asked for my measurements…she said we were the same size…like twins…Oh my God!"
Andy and Matt had moved side by side as the girls kissed and hugged. When Kathy looked back over at them, she understood what Brian meant when he said they looked more than a little alike. Her exclamation drew Lisa's wide-open eyes as well. Both girls were momentarily silenced as they looked at their brothers one after the other.
Matt had approached Andy with hand extended in friendship and wanting to say something that would project a sense of family that he hoped his possible future brother-in-law could feel. Andy's hand was extended as well and he was going to say something warm and friendly back, but as the two shook hands and looked at each other, all that came out was,
"Dude.."
"Dude?"
"Oh my God…dude!"
"Fuck, dude, they were right!"
"Wow…dude…yeah…fuck."
"Dude."
All five of them burst out in simultaneous laughter as the 'dudes' reverberated off the walls. Andy and Matt hugged while Lisa let go of Kathy and moved into her cousin Brian's arms. After an appropriately lengthy and very erotic kiss between the first cousins, Brian continued the introductions. "Andy," he nodded towards Kathy's brother, "please meet my favorite female cousin, Lisa."
Andy turned to Lisa and looked closely at her for the first time…he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Lisa," Brian continued, "the rude bastard staring at you is Andy, Kathy's brother. I think he's a little overwhelmed, cuz…I mean, who wouldn't be? Look at you…"
Andy finally recovered with an embarrassed "Oh, God…I'm so sorry…stupid…staring like that…please…" He extended his hand towards the incredibly hot, dark-haired girl. He tried to think, but he couldn't remember ever meeting anyone as beautiful as Lisa. Surely, he'd never been introduced to anyone dressed like she was now.
He kept staring, but now he was moving his head between Lisa and Matt. "Look, Kath… it's these two that could be twins…look at their faces." Both Lisa and Matt were impressed – very few people could see what Andy just saw. Their hair, eye and skin coloring were so different from each other, few people looked beyond that to see the real facial resemblance.
Lisa moved into Andy's arms to give him a welcoming kiss. She'd meant it to be kind of sexy but friendly. But when Andy's fingers found the top of her ass under the bottom of the T-shirt, it turned into anything but. The hot little twenty year-old decided to see if this look-alike could kiss like her brother, too. Andy was just a little taller and a few pounds heavier – no doubt due to the fact he was twenty-four and had already made the change from boy to man that Matt was just now starting. Lisa, falling into his kiss, was really enjoying the difference Andy's physical maturity made. She moaned into his mouth, letting him know exactly how much she was enjoying him, while finding her brother's eye and giving him a sly wink to let him know everything was just fine.
"Oh my fucking God!"
It was Brian's voice that grabbed everyone's attention next. He had just looked over Kathy's shoulder when Margie made her way into the main room of the suite. Matt turned his eyes immediately to see his fiancée stop at the other end of the long table, absolutely ignoring everyone else in the room while she picked up a joint and lit it. Then she turned around and struck a pose before exhaling the smoke.
Margie's long and lustrous black hair was parted in the middle and fell over her shoulders, shining against her golden skin and the white halter she wore. Her pose drew everyone's eyes from her incredibly beautiful, classic Chinese face over her *Perfect 10* chest and down over her flat, faintly defined abs to the thin gold slave chain (a gift from Laurie and Steve) that lay around her hips and then to the micro-mini denim skirt that just barely hid her shaved mound and finally to her high-heeled sandals. Just like her new Poppa said when she posed like this for him and Laurie before leaving the bedroom, she was a walking wet dream.
Not laughing was about the hardest thing in the world at that moment for Matt and his sister. Not that Margie wasn't the *absolute fucking hottest* thing they'd every seen…but they saw the sparkle in her eye that told them the whole thing was a big goof! Margie walked around Kathy, swinging her hips like a $10 Saigon whore until she was right next to Brian. In the worst Asian accent ever, she says "You want fuckee-suckee, mister?" She grabbed his budding erection in her fingers and stroked up and down the outside of his jeans. "Me ruv you rong time, mister, okay?"
Margie, Matt and Lisa all lost it at the same time…probably because of the very silly, completely stunned expression on Brian's face. Kathy and Andy started to ask what was going on when a bright flash stopped all the conversation and most of the laughter. All eyes moved to the back of the room where the flash originated.
"Oh my God!" Kathy squealed. "Andy, look…it's Laurie and Uncle Steve…come say hello!" She dropped Matt's hand and grabbed her brother away from Lisa, crossing the room with Andy in tow.
Steven and Laurie were standing at the side of the table where Margie had posed only minutes earlier. Opting for comfort and convenience, both had slipped into the soft luxurious white terry robes provided by the hotel. Laurie was putting her camera down on the table while her husband lit a small joint.
"Mmmm, Kathy, you look beautiful, darling. We've missed you and Brian, haven't we, Steven?" Laurie spoke to the beautiful Midwestern blonde twenty-one year-old coed as their lips parted from a very sweet kiss. "And this has to be Andy…God, Steven, can you believe it?"
Kathy moved into her favorite 'uncle's' embrace and they kissed even more lovingly as Steven exhaled the sweet smoke into Kathy's mouth. Neither acknowledged Laurie as she drew Kathy's brother into her arms. "Hello, Andy…" she said in a husky, sex-charged voice, "or do you prefer Andrew?" As she pulled the strikingly familiar boy against her, Laurie's robe gaped open just enough to expose the inner half of her breast and dark pink nipple to his red-hot gaze.
Her nipple seemed to grow under his heated stare and with no thought at all, he moved his thumb in soft circles all around it, making Laurie gasp along with Kathy and her husband. "Uhmm," he had to lick his lips in order to speak to this incredible MILF before him, "sorry…it's just.." his fingers were now massaging her firm, round breast, "so sexy …you are so" his eyes rose from her breast to her face, "beautiful. You can call me anything at all, Mrs.…"
"Laurie, honey. Just call me Laurie." She drew his head down so she could whisper in his ear. "Andrew, darling…" her fingers found the tent in his pants, "does this old broad turn you on?"
"Don't see any *old broads* around here, Laurie. But you? Oh God, yessss!!!!!!!!" he whispered hoarsely back to his fantasy figure.
Laurie squeezed his hard shaft as she put her lips right next to his burning ear. "If you want, Andy…" her fingers moved to his heavy sac, "you can call me Mommy when you fuck me, okay?"
Andy groaned as he pulled Laurie's hand back – he was about two more squeezes and three more throbs away from unloading in his boxers. This whole family was…God, he hoped it was real! He kissed the MILF and while their tongues explored each other, he decided it was a very good thing he came along for the weekend.
Seeing that Laurie was naked under her robe, Kathy assumed Steven was as well and slipped her hand inside the super soft robe to find his thickening cock. Grasping it in one hand, she leaned into her brother and started kissing his neck and then whispering in his ear. Steven looked at his wife with a dirty little grin as Kathy dropped to her knees before him, took his hard-on out of his robe and started licking it like it was a lollipop. Then it was Laurie's turn to grin as Andy mimicked his sister and fell to his knees before Laurie. He untied the belt holding the robe closed and it parted, falling straight down from the outsides of her slightly sagging but very firm and round tits to reveal her small, sexy belly and her cleanly shaven mound.
He started planting little kisses over the soft insides of her thighs, his strong hands wrapped behind her, moving her legs apart. He groaned when he found her tattoo – a golden *fleur-de-lis* - an inch above and to the left of her clit.
Laurie leaned over the young man. "Andy," she said softly to him, "I'm not…I mean… before you got here…Matt and I…"
He stood and wrapped his strong arms around her, kissing her hard and deep, his hand gripping her short hair. And with that grip, he turned her head to the side and whispered back, "Brian told me this could be a life-changing weekend if I would go with the flow. Is eating your son's cum *going with the flow*, Laurie?" Without waiting for an answer, he fell back to the thick carpet and pulled the sweet, wet MILF pussy into his face and started to lick. He sucked the sex cocktail that leaked out of her pussy lips and coated the insides of her thighs and when his long tongue found her open hole, he snaked it up as far inside as he could reach. Laurie was moaning continuously as Andy ate her out and her husband was moaning just as loudly standing right next to her.
Kathy let Steven's cock slip out of her mouth for a moment, still working her fingers and palms around the thick base. She kissed her brother's neck again, whispering once more. "You don't have to, Andy…no one expects any…"
Andy took his mouth off Laurie and turned to kiss his younger sister fully and deeply. "I know, Princess," he whispered back, "but I want to…for you and Brian…for me…every one, honey. Okay?" They kissed again and then changed places in front of the older couple. Kathy was no stranger to Laurie's delectable pussy and dove right in. Steven waited just a minute, letting Andy get a taste of cock and balls before pulling him up into a greeting/hug, throwing his arms around the young man. As they hugged, Andy said he was more than happy to continue…he'd heard so much about both Steven and Laurie from his sister and Brian…he was so looking forward to this weekend.
Steven replied softly as well when he said, "God, that felt great, Andy…but I just came a little while ago. Listen, just relax this weekend, son. There's no pressure from anyone… just enjoy yourself and have a good time. If you want a really great time, I suggest you listen to that boy that looks a little like you…him and his sister – they'll take care of you."
Laurie had pulled Kathy up as well, knowing there was too much going on to let her cum on the young blonde's tongue. It would happen soon, they both knew it. "Laurie," the *all-American* beauty asked, "who is that outrageous girl in my fiancé's arms?" She tilted her head around to her brother. "Have you *ever* seen anyone like her?"
"Only in porn films, honey," Andy replied with a laugh.
"Harrumph!!!" Steven snorted. "I'll have you know that darling girl, *Yuan Mai Ling*, Margie to you, is going to be our daughter-in-law. Porn, indeed!"
Laurie laughed at her husband's comments and brought Kathy and Andy across the room where she completed the more formal introductions. Within minutes, everyone seemed at ease, laughing and talking, drinking and smoking and generally just getting to know one another. While there was plenty of flirting going on, there was no rush or urgency to get everyone naked and laid – relaxation seemed to be the choice of the group.
Matt was watching his sister getting close to Andy. She had a smile on her face that looked 100% genuine and he felt happy that their initial meeting seemed to be going well. He glanced at his mother and saw her smiling at Lisa as well. Across the room, Brian seemed to be charming Margie and Kathy and Matt's father. Matt caught his dad's eye and the two met by the big ashtray at the end of the table.
Steven grabbed a skinny and he walked with his son over to the bar. Matt grabbed a couple of cold beers while Steven lit the joint. After a toke and a long sip, Steven put his arm around his son's shoulder. "Looks like a pretty nice start to the weekend, Matty." He handed the joint to his son. "I know this is your show, Matt, and anything I can do to help, of course…just ask, son. Can I make a little suggestion?"
"Sure, Pop…anything. What's on your mind?" Matt took a deep drag and passed the joint back to his old man.
"Food, boy! I'm so hungry, Matty…and I gotta believe everyone else is, too." Matt nodded on agreement. "My suggestions is that you don't ask anybody…let's just go in the other room and order up a bunch of different stuff from Room Service and plan on staying in tonight. That way, you can be sure to speak to Brian about Kathy and talk to Andy, too.
"I don't think Brian has told him too much about David's *grand plan*. I think you should…if you feel right about it." Matt looked up with a big question mark in his eyes. "Son…" Steven had a warm smile for his boy, "your mother and I fully expect you will be home with the girls after graduation and working for your uncle shortly after that."
"It looks like I'm leaning that way, Dad. Is that okay with you and Mom?"
"Of course, Matty…we just want our kids to be happy and successful – we know that David can help you, your sister and that gorgeous fiancée of yours achieve all your goals. He knows it too, son. He's authorized you to bring Andy in – if you wish. We'll talk about it later. For now, food!"
Matt smiled knowingly at his father. "I'll take care of the food, Pops…I have some sneaky arrangements to make." He motioned his dad back towards the others. "You can help, Dad…just make sure everyone has something to drink or smoke…just keep them all relaxed while I take care of dinner."
About 45 minutes later there was a loud knock on the suite's front door just before it opened. The first of three carts was wheeled into the room by a tall, balding, and very handsome middle-aged black man. His eyes smiled discreetly at Lisa as she winked back at her friend, Anthony. He moved his cart next to the bar as two more carts were pushed in behind him. The young bellmen quickly set up their carts; an assortment of fish and vegetable sushi, with all the trimmings on one and a variety of *tapas* dishes on the other made a delicious looking meal. Anthony's cart held additional ice and other canned beverages, plates, napkins and silverware for all.
Lisa and Margie both moved to Laurie's sides as the food and drinks were set up. As soon as the young men were through, Anthony dismissed them and closed the door behind them as they left. He turned slowly back into the room, remembering the young man's phone call. He saw Matt with the hot young blonde he'd mentioned earlier standing against the big table and the three women together about five feet away. Smiling broadly, he moved a step closer to Matt and Kathy.
"The food looks great, Anthony. Thank you…terrific job!" Matt leaned forward and shook the older black man's hand. "So take a look," Matt continued, using all the powerful control his voice could command, "which one would you like as your tip?"
Matt heard Kathy's gasp and felt her knees weaken momentarily while Brian was telling Andy how cool his cousin Lisa was and how they'd met Anthony before. Anthony played his part well. "How can I tell?" he asked, very sincerely.
"Ladies," the young man spoke again, still with full control in his voice, "please show the lucky man what his choices are…" This time, he made sure to keep his arm around Kathy's waist. He knew her knees would buckle again as soon as she saw the others lose their clothing, and she would have a hard time resisting the same impulse herself.
Slowly, sensuously, Lisa lifted the black T-shirt by the bottom hem and pulled it up her tanned torso and over her head, leaving her in just the white thong panties. When she wriggled out of them and stood there – proudly displaying her totally naked and bare self to family and friends, Kathy almost fell over.
At the same time, Margie lifted her hands behind her neck to undo the little bow holding her halter top and asked her future mother-in-law to untie the bow in the middle of her back. When her *Perfect 10* tits were displayed for all to see, the comments and the buzzing started.
"Fuck me, bro…they are *SO FUCKING HOT*!" hissed Andy to Brian, who could only nod his head in agreement.
Margie then pushed her micro-mini down her firm, golden thighs. She kept the high heels on as she stepped out of the skirt. She posed like a runway model, hand on her hip – the gold slave chain highlighting her bald pussy.
"You are right about that, young man!" Anthony spoke softly to the boys. "Lord, you are definitely right about that."
When the younger women were through stripping, Laurie stood proudly between them and simply dropped the soft white robe, letting it fall gently over her smooth pale shoulders to the floor. Her nipples were long and thick and her pussy was shaved smooth like the others. She stood there with her arms across the girls' shoulders, under Anthony's inspection. Laurie felt her pussy start to moisten – she knew the girls were feeling it, too. The fifty year-old MILF caught her loving husband's eye. They both knew that this was a 'historic' moment for their family…the first time Matt's *sluts* stood together naked and exposed and ready to fuck and suck at his command. Steven discreetly snapped a picture to commemorate the event.
As taken by all of the beautiful flesh in front of him as he was, Anthony finally remembered what Matt had asked him to do. Pointing his long arm towards Kathy, he said "What about her, son? I think I'd like to see some of that before I decide."
Matt held on to the sexy little blonde as she moaned again as the bellman pointed his long finger at her. Her fingers were moving towards the buttons on her blouse, wishing desperately that this handsome old man could see her firm young tits, too…she actually *wanted* the bellman to pick her over the others.
Matt chuckled while he gently restrained Kathy's hands from opening any more of her blouse. "I'm sorry," Matt said lightly to the bellman, "but this beautiful young woman is not mine to give. You gotta choose between my sister, my mother and my fiancée."
He laughed softly again as he hugged the frustrated young woman. "Kathy," he gently whispered in her ear, "what are you doing? You're Brian's fiancée…you're not a slut, honey." Matt kissed her lightly on the edge of her mouth. "Look at them," he looked over towards the three naked women. Anthony was kissing his mother and his hands were all over Lisa and Margie. "You don't want to be treated like that…used like that… do you, Kathy?"
"Who will it be, Anthony? Who do you want? Gotta choose, bud." Anthony smiled back at Matt and as agreed, pointed to Margie. "I'd say good choice, dude, but I don't think there's a bad choice in the bunch. Enjoy her…her name's *Mai Ling*."
Matt slid his hand up the side of Kathy's breast - he couldn't believe the heat he felt radiating off of her skin. He moved until his palm covered her hard, excited nipple. "*Mai Ling, gai ta…*" He barked an order in Mandarin that had his fiancée on her knees in front of the tall black man immediately. Her fingers had his zipper down and his long, thick black hose out of his pants before he knew what was happening. And as she slurped and sucked that black snake, moaning all over his lengthy shaft, Matt felt Kathy's nipple get harder and longer against his palm…she was so ripe for this.
"Mother…Lisa…what are you doing?" His voice was flat but very powerful as he spoke to them. "We have guests to see to. Mother…take care of your nephew. Lisa, quit fucking around and make Andy feel welcome." And as neither of the boys was going to argue, all three of Matt's *sluts* were giving some excellent head to three very happy men.
Kathy's body was vibrating against the younger man. She just couldn't believe how incredibly hot the scene was before her. Her cunt was quivering…this is what she'd whispered about in Brian's ear late at night…her deep desire to be used like this. Her brother had promised he would make her dark wishes come true, but those experiences paled compared to this.
"Come on, Brian…you know how she likes it." Laurie's eyes flicked up at her son with a gleam of thanks. "Show Andy how your aunt and your cousin like to get face-fucked. You too, Anthony." He turned towards Margie and the black man. "Let's make it a contest…$100 to the first one of you that cums." Just like that, the noise level in the room increased as all three men slammed their cocks in and out of three hungry, slurping mouths.
Kathy was beside herself as she watched the performance. Matt was feeling her tits and making out with her as she watched all the oral sex exploding around her. His hand dropped to the moist crotch of her tight jeans and he was rubbing her pussy…treating her like a school girl…making her totally crazy.
"Why?" she whispered in his ear. "Why do they do this for you, Matt?" She kissed him full on the lips. "What did Brian's dad mean about you?"
The smells and the sounds of sex filled the living room as Matt continued his seduction of the *Cover Girl*-cute blonde version of his sister. He slid his long fingers into her blouse where she had slipped a few buttons loose and found her hardened nipple under her bra.
He kissed her, covering her lips with his as he pinched her nipple between his fingertips. Kathy felt her cunt flood with passion and desire.
"They love me, baby…that's why they do what I tell them to do." Matt continued kissing the sexy young thing in his arms. Sometimes he thought 'making out' was fine all by itself. He thought he could kiss Kathy for hours on end.
"Tell me why they love you so much, Matt. What makes them do that…your mom told me other stuff, too…why?" Kathy's voice was full of her need.
"You'll have to ask them to be sure, Kath…but I think I have a pretty good idea." He took her hand and held it against his thick shaft. "I think this has something to do with it." The handsome and mature freshman nuzzled her ultra-sensitive neck. "Wanna feel the real thing, baby?" She just moaned her assent. "Kathy, if you do…" he hissed in her ear, "you'll ask me to fuck you."
"Mmmmh," Kathy moaned into his mouth. "I planned on that the minute I saw you, Matt."
"Uhhhhhhhhhh! Unnnggghhh!!" Anthony grunted his obvious satisfaction loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh fuck me, little Miss China Doll…honey, you are exquisite." His words of praise were drowned out by the sounds of all three women sucking and now swallowing their creamy loads along with Margie.
Matt kissed the ravishing little blonde again and then held her away. "Go talk to my father…tell him what you want and I'll go see what your fiancé thinks. Then we'll see, Kath."
Matt pushed her tight round ass towards his father who had caught his eye earlier with a wink and a nod. Matt dug a $100 bill out of his pocket and handed it to the tall ebony waiter. "Excellent work, my friend! My beautiful sister was right about you, huh?" Everyone laughed and the whole room seemed to relax. Anthony waived his long arms over the food and drinks, told everyone to enjoy themselves and to call him when they were through; and with that he disappeared out the front door.
Matt pulled Margie up to her feet – they hugged each other so close as they kissed deeply and passionately. "You were such a *hot slut*, lover…perfectly done…" his lips planted kisses all over her neck as he whispered to her, "so proud, *Mai Ling, wo ai ni…*I love you." | literotica |
Title: Freshman Year Ch. 02
Tags: college, roommate, freshman, shower, domination, submission
"Shower. Two minutes. Don't clean it off."
My college roommate Tim had left me alone in the room with those words, my ass still up in the air and my face coated with a thick, sticky layer of his cum. I collapsed on the bed, panting. Had this really happened? I couldn't be dreaming - it all had to be true.
I had been lusting after my roommate for virtually the entire year, along with every other gay guy on campus. 6'6", 18 years old, lean, muscular and powerfully built, he was the very textbook definition of a young male stallion - and his 10-inch cock had done things to me, awakened sensations inside my body, that I hadn't dreamt possible.
I managed to pull myself off the bed, gravity doing its best to pull me right back down. I lazily, almost in a trance, pulled on my bathrobe and did what Tim had ordered me to do. I headed for the shower.
There were a couple of giggling girls in the hallway, and as they caught a glimpse of me, one of them brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes bugging out of her head. "Ohmigod..."
Their eyes followed me as I headed towards the bathroom, my face still plastered with Tim's load. At this point, I didn't care - the only thing on my mind was getting to that shower and seeing what else he had in store for me.
I opened the door and heard the water running in one of the stalls. I walked towards it, almost as though some other power was controlling my motions. It was, in a way - after my initial encounter with Tim's massive cock, I was hooked. I needed more.
I reached the shower stall, and felt my heart pounding as my hand inched closer to the curtain, trembling. God forbid this was someone other than Tim...
The curtain was flung open, and there he stood - it was Tim alright, and my jaw dropped. I'd seen him naked plenty of times since he'd started showing off in front of me with his girlfriend, but never like this. I have to admit that I have a little bit of a shower fetish, and seeing that hot water glide down his perfect body, glistening in the light, was almost too much to behold.
"Good, your mouth is already open. You learn fast."
I untied the bathrobe and let it drop off my shoulders. The moment it hit the floor, Tim grabbed me and roughly pulled me into the shower with him, closing the curtain behind him.
The showers on our campus were most certainly designed for one, meaning whoever had built them was either hopelessly naive or just appreciated the intimacy that a confined space could provide. I felt the water wash away the residue left on my face, as Tim agressively manhandled my ass with both hands.
I felt my cock twitch as Tim's growling baritone whispered in my ear. "You know this ass belongs to me now, Shawn."
Panting, feeling every beat of my heart in my throat and in the throbbing of my dick, I nodded. "I know."
He pushed me roughly against the shower wall, and our lips met. This kiss had a more dangerous edge to it than the one we had shared in our room...it, like everything else, was an act of Tim asserting his dominance over me. His hands held mine pinned to the wall, and as desperately as I wanted to reach down and grab his dick, I couldn't. I was turned on more than I had ever been in my life, but part of me was also a little frightened of this new side of my gentle, polite teddy bear of a roommate.
He broke the kiss, and pulled slightly back, his beautiful ice blue eyes staring into mine. Our bodies were still pressed together, and the water cascading between us made it so that any time either of us moved slightly, our skin would slide in a way that sent shivers up my spine.
Tim let my hands go, and I rubbed my wrists gingerly - my fingers had started to fall asleep. He placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me quickly around so that I was facing the wall. I was just able to throw up my arms in time to catch myself, and found myself with my hands pressed up against the blue ceramic tile, and my ass unmistakably pressing backward into that beautiful, meaty cock.
Tim began ever so slightly thrusting his hips, his cock moving up and down the crack of my ass, the water lubricating everything. Tim's lips found their way right next to my ear, and he whispered, "From now on, your sole purpose is providing me pleasure. You will suck my cock. You will worship it. If you are lucky enough, I'll fuck you with it."
I felt him pressing at my asshole, and closed my eyes again, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. With one fluid motion, Tim slammed his hips forward and buried himself inside me. I let out a long, deep moan, grinding my ass back onto Tim's hips. I could feel him twitching inside me, throbbing...I had always loved the feeling of having a man inside of me, but with Tim it was more. Tim was the first one who had made me truly feel filled.
"You'd better hold onto something."
I silently grabbed hold of the little cut-out in the wall provided so we had a place to put our soap and shampoo, and Tim immediately began to fuck me like a man possessed. His swinging, heavy balls slapped against my ass over and over again as he breeded me like an animal in heat.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
He gripped my hips with both hands tightly as he pistoned in and out of me. "God damn, I've never heard anyone moan like that...you love this cock, don't you..."
SLAP.
"Good." SLAP. "Because..." SLAP. "you..." SLAP. "are gonna get..." SLAP. "a LOT of it."
Tim was done playing now, and he picked up an intense, fast pace. I'd never been fucked this hard, and I was loving every second of it.
"Beg for my cum, slut."
By some divine miracle I summoned the power to speak. "Fuck yes...breed my ass, Tim...shoot your fuckin cum inside my little slut boy hole..."
He growled and slammed all the way into me, crushing me against the wall, my body completely impaled on his manhood. He let out an animalistic cry as I felt his warm seed spilling deep into me.
We both stood there for a moment panting, frozen in place. The sound of the water running came back and startled me - I had been oblivious to it. He slowly, gently, withdrew himself from me until, with a final pop, the head of his dick came out of my ass.
I turned around to face him, and the expression on his face made my heart soar. He was content, happy...and so was I. I opened my arms and we embraced wordlessly, my head resting on his muscled shoulders. Somehow I felt completely safe in his arms.
"You know, Tim...there is another side to all of this."
He looked down and winked at me. "I was wondering when we'd get to that part..."
He reached back and shut the water off, grabbing his towel off the rack. "Let's go back to the room...I have the feeling there's a lot you can teach me."
As if this day couldn't get any better... | literotica |
Title: Pasture Pleasures by HolidayPup
Tags: Bay, Blowjob, Canine, Equine, Feral, Gay, HolidayPup, Horse, Interspecies, M/M, Male, Neven, OC, Oral, Pasture pleasures, Stallion, Story, Theprodigy, Yiffy
Neven couldn't help but wonder what it was like beyond the hayloft where he and his Mathair lived. He'd always been inquisitive as a pup and now that he was older, contrary to the predictions of all of the farm animals his yearning for knowledge and his adventurous spirit only grew along with him. Everyday found him in some kind of mischief that more often then not landed him in trouble with his elders.
They would scold and punish him with lectures on why a well mannered young dog such as he shouldn't be into horseplay and dangerous shenanigans. That it wasn't fitting for Shelas' son.
After a while he could practically quote all that they would spout at him while reprimanding, soon he could mimic line for line all of their doubts and warnings.
He was a mutt he knew, not like the highborn Collies that herded the farmers' sheep or the Saint Bernards that were allowed to enter the house (which for most of the other animals was forbidden and regarded as a privilege for only the esteemed). Neven knew very little of his father, never having been able to weasel the truth from his mother or the others about his sire. From the bits and pieces of information that he had gathered over time he guessed that the dog that he would call his Athair had been bored as he was with the snooty and haughty attitudes on the farm, including that of Shela.
At night he would lay awake and imagine his Athair being a lot like he himself was, craving adventure, new and interesting experiences outside of the dull life he had become accustomed to. Sometimes he'd prowl around at night under cover of darkness and spy on the other animals. Most of it was uninteresting but once in a while if he was lucky-he'd catch something of import among the daily drivel.
One such night he'd been roaming around the chicken house and the pig pens when he had heard voices muffled at first, conversing in low undertones that sounded suspicious and spoken urgently as if the two conversing didn't want any chance of being overheard.
Hunkering down behind the west end of the chicken house and creeping forward on paws that made not a sound Neven sniffed the air and raised his half mast ears forward, perking them so as to attain bits of what was being said.
"I don't want him to go gallivanting off just like his father did! It's one thing to be curious and quite another to ask such a thing as where piglets come from!"
With a shiver of recognition Neven placed his mother as the first speaker, her voice even in a whisper baring the same dignified air to it that he was so used to.
"Furthermore..." she continued huffily, "I will not have anyone on this farm giving him ideas, egging him on or entertaining that he is to be anything but a faithful servant both to his betters and to our masters."
"Understood Ms..."
The other voice was one of the swines, Neven could tell by the lower voice and the oinking quality though he was at a loss in placing anything beyond that. Heart thumping against his chest in apprehension he kept listening, his instincts telling him that his patience would be rewarded.
"Sooner or later though children grow. My piglets will soon have their own pens or be 'privileged' as food for our masters. Neven isn't a pup anymore from what I gather...if
"He still is very young as well as my responsibility!" Shela spat.
"Indeed...be that as it may though he will go wandering...and who knows, he may find more than you would deem appropriate."
"If you mean that no good stallion Bay...then you're sadly mistaken! I've made it abundantly clear that Neven is to go nowhere near the pastures unless he wants to be in deep trouble. Neven will obey me..."
"Yes Shela. And none of us will give him any reason not to. But you must understand that he will find his own way....."
Long after sneaking away his thoughts were in a constant turmoil. He had never heard his mother so flustered at anyone else in a conversation. He had been positive that she talked of him when he wasn't around which was only in her nature but he had never known why he had been forbidden to wander that far from the barn and the loft until now.
The question now however was who was Bay and more importantly why was it so important to his Mathair that he stay away from it? The pig had called Bay a stallion whatever that was.....
He leapt up amid the bales that lined the wooden walls of the barn, each one raising a bit until he reached the loft. Circling around and flopping down with a soft grunt into his favorite spot by the open space he looked up into the sky, rolling on his back to get a clearer view of it.
His eavesdropping had only confirmed how little he actually knew of the world and it's ways.
He was bigger now, the sow had been right in stating that although he still felt like a pup.
"Neven dear...are you awake?"
It was his mother. Her paws upon the floor panels and her soft breath audible above the begun chirping of the crickets outside in the night.
"Yes mother..." he murmured making sure to let a drowsy edge coat his voice.
"It's late Neven and you should get as much rest as you can. Big day tomorrow" she whispered climbing up to the loft. "You need to be ready and at your full strength."
"Yes mother" he answered.
"Also when you wake make sure to give yourself a good through cleaning so that you don't look shoddy..."
"Yes mother"
"And practice keeping your head raised, no one ever respected a dog who slouched."
"Yes mother...."
"And Neven....
She went on and on remembering things for him to do the more she talked until he found himself answering her on autopilot, dutifully playing the obedient and respectful son until she drifted off. After what seemed an eternity he sighed at long last letting his thoughts return back to what he previously had been contemplating.
She was right of course, tomorrow would be a big day for him-but not in the same way that she expected. Oh no.
Tomorrow he would make sure to wake earlier then usual, clean himself, and stride out for the whole world to see as she had mentioned though it wouldn't be for the farm. He would be heading out in search of Bay and the answers to his questions...for once sating his curiosity instead of keeping it check.
Sunshine spilled over his fur, gently warming him and warning him of the new day. Neven yawned, spreading his jaws and running his tongue along his teeth as he allowed himself a nice albeit much needed stretch that resulted in a few of his joints popping.
Sighing he rolled his shoulders and stood slowly giving himself a shake....and then he froze. His plan!
Slowly he turned, dreading that he'd messed up and woken Shela. A rustle, a twitch....was she....?
He gulped noting that she was still asleep, still dreaming.
A paw step...then another....waiting, listening to her in taking air and then exhaling softly past her teeth, ears flicking every so often when he moved until at last he couldn't stand it any longer. Without a second thought he leapt for the ground, bolting out into the clear morning air, past the doors of the barn, past the chicken house and the pigpens. Then finally past the old oak that marked the farthest he'd ever been from home!
Heart racing, lungs on fire, paws soaring over the ground as behind him the rooster crowed again, sounding off a morning bugle, a bellow that Neven was sure would rouse Shela from her slumber. Laughing aloud and whooping he pictured her frantically looking for him, her haughty stuck-up boring well to do friends all telling her the same thing- that they hadn't seen her son!
The young dog tasted victory like never before and something else that caused him the greatest happiness that he had ever experienced in all of his young life.
It was pure and complete freedom! His life was his own as were his choices! Relishing this exciting new lease on life his ears picked up birdsong and the gentle buzzing of lazy gadflies as they hovered along a steady Westerly breeze. The ground was soft and giving underpaw, still glistening with morning dew after the mild rainstorm of the previous day. He was alive and this was his day to live! His day to explore!
Soon the ground sloped upward, taking him off guard momentarily but only adding to the fun of his gamboling as he crested it before rolling down upon the other side. After a time it became mostly hills that sloped upon the land like undulating waves or ripples in a pond.
Neven had reached a bit of the farm that was all hillocks with high plateaus that grew upward out of small valleys.
Picking out his way among them was challenging although he chose his path through them quite easily enough. However, after a while he'd sit panting to catch his breath at having scaled a particularly high hill or sometimes when he reached the bottom of one.
This altogether gave the young dog great opportunities to study his surroundings and enjoy looking at the world in a completely different way. It was so huge, so much bigger then his old home, his old life near the barn and in the hayloft that a bit of apprehension clawed at his stomach for the first time.
Had he been right to run off and do this? Would he be safe? Would something happen to him?
In truth deep down inside of him one of the only things that kept him going was that he kept telling himself that someday soon he would go back. That very soon-after he found Bay of course and talked to him- that he would return home to his mother and the other animals. He didn't know when he would but that didn't really matter. For now he loved just being able to be himself and not have to worry about being scolded for something he'd forgotten to do. Finally he could slouch as little or as much as he liked. If he had an itch he could hike up a hind leg and take care of it without having to contemplate whether it was rude or not or if anyone was watching.
For now he would enjoy the journey wherever it might led him.
An hour before noon the hills gave way to a flat expanse of land, open and dotted here and there with disconnected black taxis walls, the mortar less iron and stone gleaming a dull grey in the overcast sunlight. Dim silver skies shone down on huge and altogether strange creatures mulling about and nibbling on scattered hay and the odd patch of green.
He assumed that they were the horses that his mother and the others sometimes talked about though he was unaccustomed to seeing beasts so imposing and strong.
Yet the magnificence of their size and strength was matched somehow by their elegance. They moved fluidly enough, manes tossed about by the wind and tails flicking back and forth much like his own did, although theirs were loose and not so much a muscle as much as hair.
They were different colors as well, one completely black, another a whitish gray, one golden...
Fear coursed through him momentarily as for the first time he began thinking of how a dog like himself should best approach a horse. One false move and he could easily be crushed by hooves. Doing so slowly however might alarm one or all of them, or cast his character into question.
Puzzling over it further he decided he would need time to watch them and grow accustomed to how they moved and interacted with each other before he attempted introducing himself and finding Bay.
Sniffing around he soon caught the scent of a stream somewhere nearby though it seemed to be coming from somewhere in the valley. Slowly watching the equines he cut down the right side of the hill he stood on, then he ducked behind one of the walls making sure to keep low as he headed South to where the smell had originated. He could see as well as hear it now, trickling softly although it's pebbled path.
For the most part it was clean and when bent to taste it he found it wild and tangy, somehow different from the water that he was used to. Soon he was lapping it up with abandon, thick tail wagging behind him as he scooped more and more down his gullet.
"And...just who might you be?"
The voice came out of nowhere and Neven was startled enough that it took him a moment to work out that it had come from behind him.
Stumbling he spun round, his ears pinned to his head in slight submission and slight agitation.
That voice which was quite deep and low belong to a horse, though it was one that he hadn't spotted before. It's pink and white snout blew hot breath in his face and two startling blue eyes stared right back into his. They were icy and brilliant, causing a chill to run down Nevens' spine.
The horse was male, a stallion...perhaps some years older then his prime though still very impressive. His pelt was dappled, some bits of it brown while small patches of it where a rich crème color. A long white mane spilled down between his almond shaped eyes, matching his tail which stood ridged, which Neven took to mean that the creature felt challenged or at least for now aired on the side of caution until he himself proved to the horse that he meant no harm.
"Who are you young fellow? Are you going to keep me waiting for an answer for the rest of the day?" he neighed shaking his head and raising an eyebrow.
"No sir....that is...I mean I'm Neven..."Neven said deciding that it would be best if he kept his tail low for the time being. "And I by no means meant to trespass upon your land."
"I don't believe you did Neven. Well met, though I must then ask why you are here? What business do you have here?"
Gathering his courage the young dog abruptly sat on his haunches letting a friendly smile adorn his face.
"Good horse I'm looking for one that's called Bay. Is he around? Might you introduce him to me?"
The stallion whickered softly, drawing back and studying the young pup for a moment. Finally he replied; "You've found him Neven. I'm Bay."
"Very pleased to meet you!" Neven yipped happily. Inwardly he sighed with relief. What a stroke of luck that he'd found the horse so easily!
"But what do you want of me pup? Why come all the way out here just to find me" Bay asked stomping a hoof down. "You've the scent of barn on you...."
"I came because I wanted to ask about my father, wanted to know if you knew him?"
Bay was silent and thoughtful as if his mind had been stirred by a bunch of memories long forgotten, churned up into a small flicker of happiness. It was almost as if he wasn't sure if his guess was on target with some hope that could be shattered at any given moment.
"What is your mothers' name Neven?"he nickered softly.
"Shela."
"Hahhh! I knew it!"
The stallions' exclamation came out of nowhere causing the young mutts ears to jump, his body crouched low.
"Knew what?"
"That you were Shelas' son! Also and far more importantly means that you're Tuckers' son as well!"
"So Tucker is my Athair?"
"Yes Neven he is your father...." Bay snorted impatiently. "I should've known! That pink around your black nose, those ears and that lopsided gate you have when you walk....not to mention your eyes....all classic Tucker."
"Really?" Wagging his tail Neven could hardly suppress his excitement.
Finally he had found someone willing to speak freely and openly about his father!
"Of course kid! I should've recognized it right away!"
Before he could start asking his questions however Bay halted him with a loud whinny and a shake of his head, his bangs slapping gently along the bridge of his long face.
"However...before you start bombarding me with your curiosity come...let's walk for a while and I'll tell you all that I know. I think better on my hooves in any event."
With that he trotted off, Neven padding after him at a steady lope, the two of them enthralled, the horse in recounting all he knew and the dog drinking in every word.
Some years back Tucker had according to Bay wandered onto the farm, needing shelter and a place to stay. He had been a wily canine with a devious streak that steamed from his wandering ways and his worldly attitude.
"He had a heart of gold that 'un! Could cheer up anyone with his antics and charming demeanor" the horse assured.
All of the animals had loved him, Shela back then young and completely taken with Tucker. Then came the day where the open road called and he had left, abandoning Shela to rear the pups in her belly on her own.
"I miss all of the times that he would spend in the fields with me, romping round-spending all day long in the pasture with me and the others! Course me and him were the best of friends!"
"Wow! I mean, I can understand why my mother might've been angry with him for leaving her...but I still wish I could've met him" Neven growled in almost a whisper.
"As do I."
Their conversation ebbing away into thoughts, memories and imagination they picked a spot to settled down and rest, Bay eating the tender and deep undisturbed grass of the deep pasture and Neven opting to lay his back against one of the black taxis stone walls.
Every now and then when he wasn't lost in though he would huff and shift his position due to the sprouts of grass and stems of weed matter growing out of the wall.
"Comfortable?"
Bay raised his head, his muzzle filled with foliage, a toothy grin of amusement adorning his face as he watched the young dog.
"I'm fine Bay....just wasn't aware that these walls would be like this.... I wonder if Tucker ever made the mistake of laying like this with so many weeds poking his back?"
"You can bet your kibble that he did" Bay answered matter of factly. "And I'd always tease him...."
The horse went back to his munching and Neven almost was about to let the conversation die again when Bay's ears perked up and another sort of smile drew itself along his mouth. It looked hungry and very different, unlike any expression he had seen before and when next the stallion spoke his voice which was already low and guttural had taken on a hint of mischief.
"There is one more thing that I remember about your father Neven..."
"What is it?"Neven yipped wondering at the change that had come over his newfound friend.
"I...had forgotten that he made me promise that if indeed I ever was to meet you-his son- that he wanted me to impart a gift to you..."
Cocking his head to one side the young dog stared quizzically at the horse.
"What d'ya mean? Did he leave something behind for me?"
"In a manner of speaking he did...something that he wanted me to impart to you if and when you chose to find out more about him."
The horse had moved closer and closer to Neven until he was standing a few paw lengths away, looking down at the pup.
"Do you trust me Neven....?"
"Um....yeah, I think I do Bay..."
The young dog couldn't understand why the horse would all of a sudden ask something like that. It made him feel confused. Of course he trusted the stallion! He'd been the only one to come forward about Nevens' father and tell him the truth.
"Of course I do" he reaffirmed. "Why?"
"This may seem and feel weird at first but I promise you...you'll enjoy it..."
"Bay? What will feel weird? Wha.....
It was then that the stallion bent his head down, bringing his soft cool nose up against Nevens' inner thigh, his hot breath warming the tender pink skin along the young dogs belly. He gulped and looked into those two deep blue eyes and gave the horse a sheepish and dumbfounded grin.
"Bay....what are you doing?"
No answer but warm breath and then to his utter dismay and complete surprise he felt something wet and strong licking at the brim of his sheath.
Yipping in shock he nearly balked until he once again looked into those eyes, Bay's question once again playing in his mind; "Do you trust me?"
By now his body was acting in completely alien ways that he hadn't known it could. It was as if a wave of physical gratification had crashed over his body and was wringing out his resistance. He chanced a glance down and saw his cock, red and pulsing on Bays' tongue. The horse licked him along it's tapered tip and he whined as he squirted precum inside of the horses mouth.
The noise was audible and thick, the stallions slurping and the sticky mix of scents, saliva and pre fluids....
"You look like you're in heaven and like you're clueless as to why" Bay nickered casually giving him a wink.
"Ooohhhh! What was that!? T...those....feelings?" he stammered, some of his own drool spilling down his muzzle.
Chuckling good-naturedly Bay leaned down so that his forelegs were bent slightly and so that he was practically nuzzling the dogs' red bone.
Every touch made Neven shiver and whimper, his hips humping upward in some primal urge to push his penis against Bays' warm face.
"Those feelings are possible because of this delightful bit of you Neven" Bay said slyly. "It has the ability to bring you pleasure...especially when someone else tends to it like I am."
"Whoa....so...so...could you do more?"
Barely able to manage talking, Neven gritted his teeth as Bay took his cock into his mouth. The red spear bobbed desperately caught between the blunted edges of the stallions upper teeth and his soft wet equine tongue. Tilting Nevens' cock sideways with his muzzle Bay attempted to speak around his charge, smiling seductively as if urging on a pupil with devilish approval.
"That nub at the bottom of your cock means that you're about to experience what your father intended you to soon. Are you ready for more young stud?"
Eagerly Neven smiled back relishing for some unknown reason to him the feeling as well as the visual of having his penis lodged in Bays' mouth. It was overall a naughty surprise that thrilled him and he nodded in agreement. He loved the feelings this was sending through his body. Barring none it ranked as one of the best experiences of his young life!
Tongue sticking out between his front teeth, legs spread to give the horse perfect access and forepaws resting upon his chest Neven barked ; "Don't stop Bay! Please.....please keep going!"
Then time stood still as they looked at each other, equine and canine, young and experienced, horse and dog and then with loud and sloppy lick Bay took Nevens' cock knot and all into his long mouth, the last bit of it visible before it disappear the pink veiny tip weeping clear tears of pleasure.
It happened so fast that the young dog barely had time to register what had happened before he was yelping and bucking into that heavenly orifice. He twitched inside of Bay and the horse neighed, the vibrations driving him crazy. Neven could feel something building up in his abdomen, something between his legs, a power that was in and of itself the very essence of being male. The feeling was mind crushing, absorbing all other thoughts and feelings, devouring them all and remaining behind, nearly unbearable in their place.
His lower body shook visibly and he growled, flashing his friend a pleading look. It somehow felt too amazing, too good! It had to....had to be....
Bay started sucking, his massive white lips forming a tight O around the very bulb that the horse had mentioned before. Neven was on fire! His cock convulsed inside of his friends mouth and he howled out as his very first orgasm hit his world full tilt and incredible. He gasped, shivered and writhed forced to hug Bays' face to him as pure bliss rocked him and his balls emptied their load.
"Ohhhhh Bay....Ooohhhhhhh BAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"
For a few moments he continued to pulse and throb, shake and moan until slowly the feeling began to ebb from him like the tide of an ocean rolling back gradually.
The stallion for his part watched the canine with a tender almost fatherly air, his long muscled face blissful as he pulled off of that cock, puppy batter falling from his lips in long stings that pooled along Neven's sheath and balls and tail. For about an hour they stayed like that, comfort and peace theirs as they waited out the rest of the afternoon, relaxing together.
Breaking the silence wasn't easy but after a time when the young dog had found his voice he whispered softly.
"So my dad wanted me to be a naughty dog? Is that what that...that...'gift' meant?"
The stallion shook his head.
"No Neven. It was meant for you as a message to have fun and enjoy life. Shela has no doubt said that to be such is to be less. Living up to others expectations of us is never living but a form of death that only expands until we forget who we are" the horse stated. "It is only when we are open in heart and mind that we experience life in it's fullest and most rewarding way...."
Thinking on it the pup grinned and winked.
"Well" he yipped, "if that is a taste of the rewarding way of life then count me in!"
They both shared a laugh together at that until Neven checked himself. His mother!
"Speaking of which I probably need to get home to my mother! She'll be worried......" he added lamely. "I need some time to think about what you've said Bay."
"I understand" Bay said giving himself a shake though Neven thought that the horse looked disappointed.
"I will come back though my friend. I promise. I want to hear more about my Athair and learn more about.....the rewarding way of thinking..."
"Aye...agreed Neven. But come back soon."
Neven had already started to pad through the pasture, back the way that they both had come. "I will!" he called back over his shoulder. "Thanks Bay for everything!"
He had so much to think about that his head was spinning. Part of him wanted to do as his father did, spend all day long in the pastures and maybe just maybe explore the world beyond the farm, but there was still that nagging doubt. Still a bit of him that would always be Shelas' son. No matter what happened however, he knew that he would be paying his friend Bay more visits in future. And he hoped that they both would enjoyed more exciting experiences like this one!
As Bay watched the young mutt swagger off he sighed and tossed his head, thinking back on his friend Tucker. Then he watched the young dog, another sly smile gracing his lips for the second time that day.
"A chip off the o'clock that one. You would be proud my old friend....indeed, I think you would be proud......" | FSE |
Past a certain point, time stopped meaning anything. In between the multiple days that Tempest spent inside Iris’ cleavage and the ridiculous size that the latter achieved, what was an extra inch? Hell, what was an extra foot or yard, when each of those colossal milktanks had broken the ten mile line and just kept on going like it was the most normal thing to do? All that Iris had to do was allow the microscopic machines in her bloodstream do whatever they may do, and her tits would just keep on growing far past the point where it should even be possible for them to do so. Ten miles, fifteen miles, twenty miles in diameter per each one, all while more and more water was displaced the more her bust unceremoniously invaded the ocean; nothing could stand in the way of her growth, and nothing would stand in the way of her growth, not if Iris herself had anything to say about it.
But as time went on and days turned to weeks, the swan began wondering if maybe she shouldn’t be taking a different approach, considering it had been quite a while since she last actually saw her mate Tempest, and the whole point of growing like that was so that he could enjoy it. It was a surprise that she’d prepared all that time ago back in the mountain cabin, and while no one could deny that it had certainly accomplished its task of keeping the much smaller swan entertained, it felt… impersonal. Like he wasn’t playing with her, but just with her breasts, which had grown so colossal that they almost didn’t feel like part of her body anymore; her bust was this immense, incomprehensibly dense thing that just happened to keep her on the edge of orgasm every second of every day, but it wasn’t something that she could use to play with and tease Tempest like she used to.
And yet, despite this, it was difficult for her to just throw it away, owing precisely to the onslaught of sensations that continuously poured into her in every waking moment, the overload of pleasure that threatened to break her mind in half and then grind it into dust, something that Iris herself only succeeded in holding back through non-insignificant amounts of willpower and determination; the volatile mixture of hormone treatments, lactation boosters and eventually nanite injections had left her breasts in a constant state of internal flux, with their productivity varying wildly on a daily basis… and not just in terms of quantity either. It had been some time since the swan had produced simple, plain milk, with her body having progressed to more exotic substances, most of which were completely wasted on the salt water that they habitually contaminated several miles out to sea: everything from chocolate-flavoured milk, to thicker cream that looked and tasted more like the basis for a milkshake, even more distinct tastes that really shouldn’t be possible to recreate within someone’s bust.
At times, she didn’t even lactate at all, and whatever came out wasn’t like ice-cream as much as it was ice-cream, heavy enough that it could be spooled into a bowl and served like a refined, gourmet dessert; most of this was, of course, something that Iris herself didn’t get to experience… and neither did Tempest, which completely ruined the point of her having become this behemoth of size to begin with. Solutions, however, were hard to come by, considering how much of her time was spent trying not to cum her brains out whenever she became slightly aware of how pleasurable her mere existence was, but after Iris truly began analyzing the state of her being, she came to a rather simple conclusion: she, and she alone, was the one person in control of the size of her breasts, and this didn’t have to necessarily mean they would always get bigger, regardless of whatever else happened around her. After all, sometimes less was more, and if she needed to become smaller, then there was nothing anyone could do to stop her; all she’d need to do was ask for some privacy and even the most ardent of worshippers would happily run several miles out to give her and Tempest plenty of space with no one else around.
Of course, shrinking herself down from the size she ended up at was no easy matter, and despite her fullest intention of returning to a much more manageable size, it still took Iris several days before she could even get her tits to stop growing at all; it was made slightly less bearable than it should be thanks to all the people around her insisting on asking if she was alright, if she needed anything or if there was something wrong with her. A few even went so far as to offer themselves as a sacrifice to help with whatever was causing her to stop growing, an act that managed to shock Iris back to reality as she began to understand just how deep of an impact she’d had on everyone around her; it was one thing to bask in the adoration of a crowd, the endless worship of hundreds, thousands of people whose lives were dedicated fully to the care and maintenance of her body, but quite another one to suddenly have that kind of dedication being unceremoniously thrown her way.
Thus began the secondary work, that of getting people to stop pestering her all the time; it took even more effort on her part than shrinking did, as her worshippers and supplicants were a lot more insistent than the swan had given them credit for. Whenever she tried to convince them that she wanted to be alone, they all took it as some kind of “test”, something to see if their faith wouldn’t waver; they saw themselves as quasi-religious martyrs, an unfortunate reality that annoyed Iris to no end, and made the whole process of getting them to back off so much harder than it should have been. It took until her tits were back to a single-digit mile count, after a couple of weeks of intense work on her part, before the first people began to awaken from their lust-induced stupor, coming to the conclusion that when their goddess Iris was telling them to go back to their lives, she meant it; it caused quite a bit of a stir, especially when a handful of splinter groups refused to leave her bust and insisted that it was all just a test of faith, but as soon as those things were brought close to a single mile in diameter and then even smaller still, the inevitable exodus had to take place.
What those few zealots didn’t seem to realize was that their beliefs didn’t really matter; Iris was going to shrink herself back down to a more manageable size whether or not they wanted it, and if they were still on top of her tits once they became too small for them to balance on them, that wasn’t really her problem. The swan had bigger issues to deal with, such as the fact that her bust hadn’t actually grown any lighter; she’d expected something like that to happen, but never in her life could Iris have guessed that the sheer density of milk and fat tissue inside of her tits would reach heights that made it difficult to even think, and that no matter how often or with how much strength she milked herself (or got others to do it, at least) it still didn’t relieve most of the pressure… or any of it, honestly.
It was something she was going to have to get used to, that much was certain, but at least she had her little prize, the light at the end of the tunnel and the very reason why she had decided to shrink to begin with: Tempest. After so long without seeing him, to lay eyes on her mate as he emerged from within her cleavage a few dozen yards away, looking terrified that something might be wrong after finally waking up to the reality that was Iris shrinking, it was… perfection. He was wild-eyed and every single feather on his body was ruffled, but somehow he’d survived without nutrition or water for who knows how long and looked just as healthy as he always had; a fact that didn’t escape Iris, a fact that she chose not to think about too much.
All this being said, the bigger swan had absolutely no intention of going back to what she used to be before the trip that started it all. She’d been big before, sure, but nothing that could even remotely compare to the sizes she’d accomplished since then, and frankly, she’d developed a certain… affinity for being large. Perhaps a bit bigger than large, quite a bit bigger in fact, to the point that when she was back at a size where each of her tits were easily the size of a large family car, Iris decided that the shrinking had gone on for long enough, and that this would be her brand new look. Truth be told, she’d been bigger when coming to the beach in the first place, so this was nothing if not a volume downgrade; at least this way she got to move around more effectively and keep full access to her precious Tempest whenever she felt like giving him some love, something that she intended to exploit for all that it was worth.
It was impossible to explain just how much she’d missed the comparatively tiny swan still stuck between her tits, impossible to put into words how much seeing his face after such a long time without it awoke certain thoughts and desires that had gone for too long without being satisfied; the two of them might be back to the basics, sure, but that was just the thing: they were back to the basics, and now could take all the experience they’d gained during Iris’ growthsplosion and put it to good use in a far more familiar setting. First things first though, everyone else had to go; in between supplicants that had remained behind even after being told to buzz off and a handful of whackjob cultists who refused to accept that their goddess wasn’t nearly as divine as they assumed her to be, Iris had her work cut out for her in trying to clear a way through to somewhere that she and Tempest could be in relative privacy. Ultimately, pushing people out of the way physically was needed, not that it was particularly difficult given her… rather large size.
For the first time in so long, Iris walked. She didn’t really have a destination in mind, just that she needed to get as far away from the beach as possible, and so ended up wandering down an access road between two large coastal apartment blocks, aimlessly meandering while keeping her attention focused entirely on her bust… or, more accurately, on the cute little swan still stuck inside of her cleavage. Tempest may have taken the sudden shrinkage with a certain amount of shock and fear, but as soon as his mate pulled him up for a prolonged, unashamedly tongue-filled kiss that lasted for far longer than it had any right to, he knew that everything was fine; Iris had just decided to change her size and go somewhere else, was all, and the only thing required of him was to just stay there, limp as always, arms resting over the curvature of those car-sized tits while he slowly sank back into marshmallow heaven.
Those things were hard as well, far less pliable than they had been before; little did Tempest know that despite being far smaller than before, the density on the bigger swan’s tits was through the roof, enough that even she had no idea how she was carrying them around so easily… especially given how long she walked for. Honestly, how exactly she managed to get all the way to one of the large parks a couple of miles away without even realizing she’d done it was nothing short of a mystery, but Iris wasn’t about to complain; there was no one around, and even the last stragglers trying to get her attention had already given up thanks to how little attention she gave them, allowing the swan to just pick a nice, secluded spot underneath some trees, right by a stream with incredibly cool waters. Being able to plop her tits down into the tiny rivulet was absolutely divine, doubly so since the lack of any salt content almost made the water feel… softer, in a way. And, just like that, Iris was once again resting, only this time, she leaned onto her tits, not the other way around; after all, what other way did she have to get to Tempest?
The smaller swan had dutifully avoided doing anything other than just be there, eternally in a state of near-climax, his eyes half-lidded, glazed and thoroughly unfocused. He wasn’t truly there, his body having been subjected to such an intense course in stimulation that it was doubtful that Tempest truly had all of his sanity left after… weeks? Months of being stuck between two mountain-sized breasts? Really, Iris didn’t even know; her one certainty was that they were there now, and in that present moment, she could finally snuggle with her mate again, even if that meant slowly pulling him up from between her pillowy tits and laying him on top of them, just like they were a bed.
In doing so, the bigger swan came to understand just how sensitive her bust was; it felt that every motion of hers was magnified a thousandfold whenever she even so much as brushed against the stretched-taut surface of her bust, doubly so whenever Tempest was involved and she got to feel certain parts of his anatomy throb and pulsate against her. It was clear that her control over her tits wasn’t as absolute as she once thought it might’ve been, as it only took a couple of momentary distractions for her girls to swell up a good yard or so, two pressurized jets of thick, chocolate-flavoured cream erupting from her nipples and painting the ground in front of her. It took all of her concentration to get her breasts back to the size they were just at a few moments prior, and even then they still ended up with a few extra inches nonetheless; with a sigh, Iris realized she was effectively working off of borrowed time, and that, inevitably, her bust would burgeon outwards just like before, her lust for size too great for her to truly contain.
For the moment though, she had Tempest there, and he had Iris; the two of them could finally be together, embracing one another, arms draped around each other’s necks and beaks pressed firmly in an endless, passionate kiss. In a way, it was so much better than anything else they’d experienced so far; the sort of insane sizes that Iris reached were unbelievably overwhelming, sure, but there was something about those small, intimate moments that had everything else beat: just the two of them, alone, with no one there to bother them, and one another’s presence to help fill every moment, every second, every fiber of their being. For that short amount of time, size stopped mattering; Iris completely forgot that her breasts were the size of cars and producing literal ice-cream thanks to the barely-contained hormone storm inside of her body, and Tempest forgot that he was lying down on top of said dairy factories, their minds focused entirely on the other. If they could choose to do so, they would stretch that instant out for all of eternity, that they may spend it all in utter, loving bliss.
Of course, the moment was just that: a moment. It couldn’t last for more than a few seconds, let alone forever, and it’d inevitably be broken by the sound of groaning emanating from within the two colossal milktanks that Tempest was using for a bed. The two swans looked at one another again, their eyes still half-closed, and exchanged what would probably be their final farewell for the foreseeable future; both of them knew what was coming, and their smiles more than made it clear that this small interruption where they got to enjoy one another’s presence had been the perfect seasoning for the incoming meal. For what Iris failed to realize was that by bringing her tits down to such a small size without working to reduce just how stuffed they were, she’d only made things worse; rather than outright shrinking, which would’ve taken far longer than her size reduction actually did, all she accomplished was compressing her milk production to a supercritical level, enough that by the time she lost control over it, the first proper growth spurt left her so much larger that poor Tempest was almost catapulted off the top of her breasts’ curvature, saved only by having Iris still holding onto him from their moment of intimacy.
In just a second, the bigger swan had doubled up in size, dozens of gallons of milk firing off from her swollen teats, and when the next wave hit the following second, forcefully dragging a prolonged moan out of her, both swans got to watch as her tits ballooned outwards over the course of a full minute, inches into feet, feet into yards, until the very ground underneath them trembled beneath the mounting weight, cracks opening in the dirt. And yet, just as the minute was over and Iris believed she’d have at least some respite, it was as if a valve had been opened on a dozen gas tanks, and her tits once more burgeoned outwards at a steady pace, with each second adding another yard in diameter… and this time, they didn’t stop; in fact, they only kept getting faster, with the swan attached to those mounds unable to do anything other than swear under her breath and quietly beg for it to never stop, all while demanding that her mate dive back into her cleavage in order to stay safe.
Tempest didn’t have to be told twice, the thought of experiencing that level of growth once again being too much for him to resist; he would miss out on the sights, but more than make up for it by being the one person allowed to be smushed between the two expanding dairy tanks as they ramped up their production once more, and to levels never before seen! After all, Iris’ productivity hadn’t gotten any lower even after she shrank, and now that her size was once more unleashed, it was only going to get worse; it took a bit before she realized that she wasn’t actually growing so much as was filling, with her tits barely able to keep up as their insides were stuffed to bursting with so much densely-compacted milk that it was a wonder her breasts hadn’t collapsed into something akin to black hole. It felt that, the more they grew, the bigger they got, the more pressurized they became, as if she wasn’t even producing milk so much as turning all of reality into yet more cream.
Little did she know that her body had firmly entered a cascading failure state, where its own limiters were broken into pieces and left in the dust, serving only as a reminder of a time where she even had limits to begin with. Now, this new Iris, the unchained Iris, would never be so silly as to think in terms of mere miles, not after fully realizing her potential; even if she tried to do otherwise, every yard that she gained in every direction, every second that passed and left her at a multiplicative size, was one that chipped away at the mental cage keeping her true, transcendent self locked away from the world.
Soon enough, the whole park would be consumed, buried underneath cream-filled swan tit. Seconds after that, the suburbs around it would be flattened, followed by more and more of the city, then the coastline, until finally Iris was back in the ocean on one side and advancing inexorably inland on the other. Getting out of the way was impossible; those caught in the avalanche of breastflesh would just have to jump and hold on, then hope that they could climb up and away from the path of destruction while they still had the time to do so. As for Iris herself, she no longer cared; in that moment and all others that would come after it, all she knew was heavenly bliss, a pleasure that could not be put into words. It would last forever, and she would experience it forever, never to back down, always growing, never stopping.
With Tempest there, safe inside her bosom, smiling and warm.
For all of eternity. | yiff-extreme |
Sealed with a Kiss
Trina looked over herself last time, assuring that her mask was in place, that not a hint of skin showed through her bodysuit, and that all her little charms were set, secure, and arranged so that they wouldn't catch the light. Her trips into the magic shop in town, after hours, had only made tonight's theft easier. Charms of invisibility and silence were worn upon her fingers and around her wrist; even the rattling of the small metal shapes upon the bracelets was made utterly silent by the spells.
They would only last for an hour, but that was all the time the thief needed to sneak in, grab a few wands, and get out. The old witch kept her charms in the shop, but the source of their power was in one of the many energy-filled wands she had in her possession. Just a tap would be enough to grant the charms another hour of use, and the old hag had dozens of them. She was always losing them; leaving them behind in the store or having them fall out of her pockets. But try as she might, Trina found herself unable to get ahold of one. It was like the hag was having her luck balance the theft of a few trinkets from her shop.
Trina wasn't greedy, not when it came to magic. Oh sure, she made enough from thieving on her trips up and down the river in the more bustling towns of the realm. No one would think to look for a great looter of bloated nobles living as a barmaid in some small town like this. Most of the proceeds from what she stole were invested in properties and businesses, giving her some small, but continuous, returns. Once she'd managed to acquire a wand to power her trinkets, Trina would go on a grand pilfering spree, using her ill-gotten gains to start a trading company. Then she could sit back, relax, and hang up the bar cloth once and for all. She'd shift to a new cover ID and enjoy the benefits of her burglary for once.
The door latch opened easily with a quick application of her picks. The old witch would long since have put out the lights and retired to her bedroom at the back of the cabin. She kept a few wands just inside the door, on the table. It would take all of a minute to be in and out.
The field of silence filled a sphere for several feet around Trina's body, assuring that the hinges didn't creak as she opened the door and crept inside. Upon the coffee table were a number of wands, most of them carved wood slipped within an etched metal sleeve and sealed with molten glass over the long end, the magic keeping the wood from charring.
Trina chuckled silently as she reached out, grabbing a half dozen. She turned, only to find the door slamming shut, and in-front of her exit stood a young woman. No... not young. Her hair was heavily grayed and her eyes shown with experience and age, but her skin was absolutely flawless.
"So, you're the naughty girl who has been snatching things from my store." The witch said, seemingly more amused than anything. She made a small motion with her hand and Trina found herself paralyzed, unable to move. With a second motion, all the stolen jewelry fell to the floor.
The witch drew closer, removing Trina's mask and unfastening the band that held her chestnut hair in place. She ran her fingers through it, combing it out into a semblance of order.
"My, quite the beauty you are." The witch almost purred. Trina found herself almost trying to lean into the caress as her captor stroked her cheek.
"I've lived for centuries beyond my normal life span, little girl," the witch said, "And in that time I've learned many secrets, and grown constantly in power. To think that you could turn that power against me, so foolish. And to think that I was merely a doddering old hag..."
She chuckled and turned away from Trina, beckoning her onward. The thief found her body moving without her consent, following the sorceress to the back of the cabin. But rather than turning at the end of the hallway and stepping into the bedroom, the witch kept walking, striding right through the mirror hung at the end as if it were merely another doorway. Trina winced as she approached, unable to stop herself, expecting some sort of horrible sensations as she stepped through, but she was almost disappointed to find the transition like stepping through a cool curtain of mist.
"Welcome to my proper home, little thief." The witch said, gesturing around her. It was essentially a mirror of the cabin, but beyond the hallway with the mirror, it was quite different.
The witch lead her into the mirror-cabin's entryway, the furniture grander and more comfortable looking than the lumpy-cushioned chairs she had seen. The walls were lined with cabinets and shelves, books and bottles everywhere. "Now just have a seat, my girl, and we'll tend to the business of your punishment, hmm?"
The witch laughed, not a mad cackle as Trina expected, but a pleasant, good humored chuckle that Trina would expect from a jolly faerie queen who just told a wonderful joke. The sorceress hummed to herself as she mixed oils, powers, and herbs together in a single bottle, pouring in a strong-smelling alcohol.
The mixture turned a shade of red-brown and began to pour off a thick blue smoke that smelled oddly like orange blossoms. The witch laughed again as she approached Trina, the girl's mind working furiously as to what fate would await her. Was she going to be turned into a frog? That was the usual thing witches did to people. Trina most certainly did not want to spend her days hopping around ponds and eating bugs.
If she hadn't been enchanted into motionlessness Trina would've yelped and jumped out of the chair as the witch sat in her lap. It was rather strange; her captor was more... friendly than fearsome. She even threw an arm around Trina's neck and shoulders seeming to almost... snuggle with her. It felt... kind of good.
"Now, there's no need to be afraid. This won't hurt at all, it will feel rather strange for a little bit, but then the worst of it is over." she said with a smile, and Trina found herself smiling a little bit as well.
The witch shifted the potion from one hand to the other, and Trina found herself opening her mouth, trying to take it in. Maybe if she cooperated, things wouldn't be so bad. But instead the witch moved it away and laughed. "Silly girl, that's not for you!" she playfully scolded, "It's for me!"
In two quick gulps the potion vanished down the enchantress' throat. She gave a contented sigh and exhaled a thick plume of cerulean smoke from her nostrils, "Mmm... haven't had one of these since my reign of terror a good six hundred years ago." She said with a laugh. Trina found the witch's hand upon her cheek, "But I shouldn't be too out of practice." She purred, leaning forward, lips parting.
The thief hadn't really noticed the way the witch looked before. All she could think of were the eyes and her grey hair. It was all anyone ever seemed to notice. Hair the color of steel, eyes filled with the wonders of the world, dressed in black, and carried a cane wherever she went. And a witch to boot. So of course Trina's mind filled in the blanks, assuming her to be a weathered old crone. But she wasn't, the witch was in fact quite the stunning beauty. Her creamy skin was perfectly smooth and flawless, completely absent of blemish. Her lips were tinted an odd shade of silver-blue, the same hue tinting the lids of her eyes. Her figure was one to die for, one that would be the envy of any lady of the night.
But what drew Trina's attention the most was the witch's bust. She wasn't sure how it had avoided her notice before. Like the rest of the sorceress, it seemed to be noticed, and yet filed away as something unimportant. The woman had bewitched those around her, preventing anyone from taking notice of the oddity. For nestled between the witch's breasts was a third.
While generous by most standards, it was rather odd, somewhat smaller than the two around it. But somehow it drew Trina's attention in a way that the other two did not, she found herself wanting to lean forward, to press her lips against it.
"A witch draws upon a force outside herself for power. Some draw upon the spirits of the land, others the faerie courts, some call upon the squamous things from outside the world." She said, chuckling and running her fingers through the thief's hair once more, "And others like me call upon the powers of demonic origin, and are marked by our patrons. Pentagrams on the palm, hooved feet, perhaps a spade-tipped tail for some. Though on occasion there are patrons who are a little more... inventive, or perverse. Those who draw upon the Court of Gerrig, for example. I couldn't imagine living in public after five hundred years under her."
The witch drew Trina closer, the thief's head resting upon her generous triple bust. She could barely comprehend the words the enchantress spoke to her, so enthralled was she by the captivating beauty.
"My patron, for example, has a sense of humor. Demons and devils usually aren't known for creativity. But those who were once mortal, however, tend to have a bit more personality to them. Supposedly on a human being any more than the two normal nipples means they were used to nurse demons. It became a mark of a demon, only because ignorant people thought it to be so."
The witch smiled, tendrils of blue smoke floating between the gaps in her teeth. They seemed almost alive the way the moved in the air, not seeming to dissipate. Trina realized that something bad was about to happen, but as the witch placed both hands upon her cheeks, she couldn't bear the thought of moving away.
"Time for you punishment now, little girl." The witch said softly, the smoke continuing to pour from her mouth as she leaned forward, her lips meeting Trina's. It was all the girl could do to prevent herself from climaxing on the spot. The witch's lips were so soft and perfect, her tongue seeming to know exactly what to do to drive Trina crazy with the sensation.
She also felt that strange smoke slipping down her throat; it felt odd, cold, making some parts of her tingle, others feeling oddly numbed. It seemed to seize something deep within her, yanking it free, and then withdrawing. It was something important, but Trina found herself unable to care about its absence, nor about her captivity.
The witch felt good against her, and that was all that mattered. The sorceress broke the kiss, a pleased grin upon her face, "Mmm... I can't believe I'd forgotten how good that felt."
Trina found herself able to move once again, but much to her chagrin the witch stood, leaving Trina's lap behind. She could go after her, but it was too much effort. Trina was quite sure that she could amuse herself with only her hands. She closed her eyes and began removing her figure-hugging black suit, but that also seemed like too much trouble. She could easily fondle and caress herself through the slick, black fabric.
"Now, my pet, I'm wondering if you're familiar with the Vodun Zombie. Not the rotting, shambling sort, but essentially a servant to a sorcerer of dark magic, a living being with little will of their own. And do you know why they have little will, my pet?"
Trina cracked an eye and gave a dissatisfied grunt, not pleased that the witch had moved away from her, but was still talking to her. It would be much better if she came over to help with Trina's pleasure.
"It's because they have no soul. I took yours with that kiss. I hope you don't mind?"
Trina snorted and closed her eye again, concerned only with pressing against her hands, but her pleasure stubbornly refused to grow stronger.
"I didn't think so. Now, if I left you like this, you'd be little more than a trained animal, driven entirely by baser instincts to eat, sleep, and fuck. But you would retain your higher intellect for when I told you to perform a task. You'd be my obedient little beast forever and ever. Would you like that?" the witch purred, running her fingers over Trina's cheek. The thief learned into it and moaned happily at the touch, words took too much effort to form.
"But that would be a bit of trouble, you see. I can't keep your soul inside me for more than a week or so before I start to start siphoning off a little bit of its power to fuel my magic here and there. You wouldn't feel a thing, my dear, but in time there wouldn't be enough of it left to exist on its own. As I said, you'd be my obedient little beast forever and ever, in this world and the next."
As long as the witch kept stroking her, Trina didn't think that sounded all that bad. It was a good idea, the witch doing all the thinking for her. So much easier to obey than to have ideas of her own.
"As fun as that might be, I don't think eternal servitude is a fair price for snatching a few trinkets and then attempting to make off with one of my wands. You've taken quite an interest in the charms I make, so I think it only fair that for a time you help out with the task. Does that seem fair to you?" the witch asked, sitting back down upon Trina's lap, drawing a contented sigh from the enthralled thief.
Trina wrapped her arms around her mistress, holding her tight, but gently, against her. Trina's sexual pleasure was forgotten with the prospect of having her mistress to cuddle.
"Now, I will be keeping a piece of your soul with me. But you'll be getting a sliver of mine in return, along with a little something extra. You see, normally you cannot have one member of the same race bound to another as a familiar. Even though I long ago stopped being what almost anyone would qualify as human, I am still unable to shed my mortal birthright. If you were, perhaps, an elf it would be easier, a goblin even more so." The witch said, beginning to unbutton her long, simple, but still quite elegant, black dress.
"But it is far easier to make an animal one's familiar, so to fill the void within your spirit, I will impart onto you the nature of a beast. I'm sure that you agree that such is only fair, is it not? A few minor alterations will come upon you once I restore your soul to its rightful place, but you're okay with that, are you not, my pet?"
Trina nodded, kissing her mistress' neck.
"I thought so." The witch said with a chuckle, "Now, my familiar, kiss your mistress."
Trina did so, relishing the sensation of the witch's silver-blue lips against her own. She felt the cool wisps of smoke enter her mouth and throat once again, only this time they came with something wonderfully warm in their grasp. This time Trina was able to return the kiss, and did so hungrily, wanting... no needing more. She let out a whimper as her mistress' lips parted from her own.
"And perhaps a little something to wash it down with?" the witch said with a chuckle, coaxing Trina's head down to her bared chest. Trina felt a blush rising in her, honored that her mistress would let her do something like this.
Her tongue traced over her mistress' flawless, pale skin, seeking out the nipple of the central breast. It was the same silvery blue color as the witch's lips, making her look even more gorgeous and exotic. As Trina ran her tongue over her mistress' nipple, a wonderful sweet taste spread over her tongue. As her mistress wished, she began to drink. The milk was thicker than normal milk, more the consistency of honey, and just as sweet. It spread over her tongue and down her throat, the delicious flavor heavy and rich. It accompanied the warmth that spread within her, seeming to secure that warmth back in its proper place.
And then Trina was suddenly herself again, and had no interest in serving the witch. It took her a fraction of a second to pour over all that had been told in her soulless stupor, and it terrified her to the core. The witch could easily reduce her to a perfectly obedient idiot seemingly any time she wanted. But that wasn't the worst of it, the worst was knowing that there was something else coming, the 'minor alterations' the witch spoke of.
"I... I don't want to be your familiar." Trina said softly, backing slowly away from the sorceress.
"Don't be silly, of course you do!" the witch said with a grin, her voice taking on a strange echoing tone.
Trina shuddered, the words struck a chord down in her very soul. As soon as the witch spoke, the thief found that she actually had a bit of a curiosity building, wondering what it would be like to help her mistress with magic.
She clenched her eyes closed and shook her head, "No, I don't! I don't!" she cried, trying to evict the unwelcome thoughts from her mind, but it was no use.
"Why wouldn't you, my pet? After all, you just love serving me. Obeying my commands fills you with pleasure. Though you're reluctant to do so, after a few protests you'll give in. You know I love my pets to struggle, the more you resist me, the better it feels when you finally act upon my commands. Isn't that right?" the sorceress said with her spell-warped voice.
Trina dropped to her knees, sobbing softly. She felt the burning embers of arousal that had not been so important once she'd had her soul returned suddenly burst into lustful flames.
The witch clicked her tongue and spoke once more, her voice back to normal, "Yes, admit it to yourself, my girl. Until I feel that you've worked off your debt to me, you will be my familiar. Say it."
"No!" Trina whispered, feeling a tremor of delight swim through her loins.
"You know you want to. Now say it."
"I... I'm not!" she protested, her loins not the only thing aflame, demanding attention. Now her nipples ached, longing to be toyed with. Trina found herself bucking her hips ever so slightly, her body getting off on the sensation of the seam of her pants against her sex.
"It will only get worse as you resist, pet. But do keep it up; it will only make your reward all the sweeter." The witch said, buttoning up her dress. "But if you're a good girl, we can go for a walk. Likely you'll try and escape, but you're my familiar, you can't help but come back to me."
Trina turned away, biting her tongue nearly hard enough to draw blood, trying to get rid of the thoughts and feelings that were not her own, placed in her heart and mind through wicked sorcery.
"Just think of how terrible it will be, my pet, going for days without my touch. You'll longed to be petted, long to be caressed, your dreams will be filled with the touch of my lips against your own, my hands exploring your eager and willing body. You'll crave the touch of my skin, the softness of my bosom, and above all the sweet nectar that only I will provide you."
Trina couldn't help it, she found herself licking her lips completely involuntarily. Her mouth watered at the thought of being able to suckle, to have more of the witch's wondrous milk...
"I... I'm your familiar, mistress." She sobbed, her cry of despair turning into pleasured moans as the burning need upon her erogenous zones instead turned into pure supernatural stimulation. It did not make her climax, but somehow it felt just as satisfying.
"There we are, that's a good girl." The witch cooed, "Now before we go on our walk, you're going to need to be properly dressed. Will you change for your mistress?"
Trina opened her mouth, but no sounds came out, try as she might, she couldn't form the words of her consent. It was then she realized that the enchantress didn't mean her clothes, she had meant Trina's body.
The effect was almost instantaneous. The black suit, already tight upon Trina's body grew tighter still. A swirling sensation of warmth and cold seemed to envelope her entire body, coaxing flesh and bone into a new configuration. Trina gritted her teeth and tried to fight the sensation, trying to stuff it into a dark recess in her mind and have it leave her alone. But her resistance only served to make the transformation go from mere feelings of temperature, to outright pleasure. It felt like hundreds of hands were stroking her skin, caressing her, massaging her muscles. She struggled against the mounting pleasure, losing her will to the witch was bad enough, but to lose who and what she was as well? She couldn't give up anymore of herself than she already had. The witch had taken a piece of her soul and a piece of her mind, now she sought to steal away a portion of Trina's humanity as well.
In reply to her struggles the caresses intensified and the thief could feel herself being sculpted into a new shape. She found herself resisting now, not because it would to any good, but instead to make her transformation feel better and better. She let out a wordless cry of pleasure as she felt her breasts begin to swell, growing faster than the rest of her.
While she had not been overly busty, Trina was quite contented with her bust. It was enough to show she was most certainly female, but they were not so large as to get in the way of her thievery. Or at least they had been. She added her own hands to the myriad magical ones playing over her body, massaging the growing orbs as the fabric of her suit stretched tighter and tighter.
Oh they felt so good, the weight felt oddly comfortable upon her chest, the muscles in her back tensing to keep up with the building weight. But they too were growing larger, and stronger as well to balance the heft of her growing tits. She found herself looking increasingly like some sort of big city whore after a spendy trip to the spell-surgeon. But she couldn't help it; they just felt so... right.
The bust of her suit was stretched incredibly tight. Trina could see the intricate detail of each of her large, wonderfully sensitive nipples. While it had been black, the porous fabric was now more of a grey as Trina's skin showed through. It was not merely upon her chest were the suit grew tighter, but completely in its entirety. It had pulled away from her wrists and ankles, now halfway up her forearms and shins.
The top piece, with its riveted holes in the front with the drawstrings of the bottom slipped through, was tilted downward, exposing the lower portion of her back, thankfully allowing Trina's new tail to slip free without incident. Trina turned her head to see, but found that her hair was in the way. It was growing longer, thicker, extending rapidly all the way down her back. It was delightfully soft upon the bare skin of Trina's lower back,
Unable to see, Trina instead reached back to explore the new appendage. At first she only found her plentiful mane of hair, but after a bit of prodding, she finally found something solid. Her tail was short, perhaps a foot long, but it was surrounded by more hair. She realized quite quickly that it was a horse's tail. Well... that would explain why she was growing.
With a loud tearing sound, Trina's boots gave way. The join between shoe and sole tore open, unable to contain Trina's widening feet. She watched in fascination as her nail darkened, her toes growing oddly wider, then merging. It was like watching pieces of clay being molded together, and the sensation made Trina giggle. The black nails swallowed up the tips of the toes and began to grow larger still.
Trina's ankles thickened as well, tearing her boots even further. From the looks of things, she was becoming some sort of draft horse, if her huge hooves were any indication. The bones of her legs began to pop, making them better suited for walking upon her hooves, rather than on flat feet.
Similarly her gloves tore, index and middle fingers merging into a single mass, and then the ring and little fingers as well. Her thumbs grew larger and thicker to match the two black-capped digits. Trina tensed, waiting for her hands to become hooves as well, but they seemed content to stop where they were.
Her ears tickled a bit and her face felt funny, but those sensations lasted only for a moment. Then it seemed that her suit could constrain her no more. It started with the drawstrings snapping, tearing along the seams of her pants below the knees. But then her top... disintegrated.
Unable to contain her massive breasts and her powerful, well-muscled semi-equine body, the garment tore drastically, scraps flying all over the room. Her breast swung free, the cold air over her nipples making Trina gasp. She cried out as the warmth and cold left her, transforming into a sudden and intense pleasure.
Trina let out a decidedly equine whinny as she climaxed, thrusting hard against nothing but air. The motion tore her pants straight up the seams, leaving Trina wearing only an exceptionally tight pair of cotton panties and the remains of her boots.
She looked to her mistress, wondering if there was more to come. But the witch was not where she had been a few moments before. It seemed she had left the room. Trina took the opportunity to remove the scraps of her gloves and boots, standing upon her hooves for the first time.
It felt... rather nice, actually. It seemed easier to balance and to control her footing. She took a few steps, letting out a soft little gasp at the feeling of her tight, powerful muscles. She still looked feminine, actually she looked even more feminine than she'd started as. There was a definite boost to her hourglass figure up top and on the bottom as well. As she took a few steps she found herself swaying her hips from side to side, her tail swishing as well as she walked. Trina felt... sexy. She liked the way her altered body felt, moving with both power and grace, seeming to almost radiate sexuality. She wasn't sure if it was her own desire, or if it was the witch's curse, forcing Trina to enjoy being the witch's familiar. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as what Trina had expected, the pony-girl had thought she was going to be turned into a cat or a toad or something, a full-on animal. Not essentially having two or three animal additions onto her normal, human body with a bit of a boost to a few things.
The equine's self-admiration was cut off by a contented sigh as she felt her mistress' hands working over her skin.
"Mmm... very nice." Trina's mistress said, delighted with the way her pet had turned out. "You're exactly what I wanted."
Trina blushed, and even though she had nothing to do with it, she felt a sense of pride that her transformation had altered her into being what her mistress desired. She felt something encompass her midsection, and she looked down to see the witch fastening a girdle around Trina's belly.
It started just below her waist, and stopped right below her breasts. It seemed to support them somehow, allowing Trina to walk, and possibly run, without discomfort. It was probably fitted with one of those spells adventuresses used so that they could wear the skimpiest of clothing and yet have it cling perfectly to their figure, despite going from scandalous to illegally indecent with a shift of a fraction of an inch.
"Down." The witch said, and Trina found herself obeying, crouching down upon her hooves to allow her mistress to tie up her long chestnut hair into a thick ponytail high upon her head.
"And open." Trina found herself opening her mouth before she could reason out why, and in and instant she found a bit in her mouth as the witch strapped a bridle around her familiar's head, quickly attaching reins.
"You're going to be pulling my cart as I head to my shop this morning, pet." The witch said with a chuckle, "Second Moon's Day of the month, so you know that it's time for the trading bazaar. Even when we get there at seventh bell, the place will be swarming with people. All able to see your new, bountiful figure."
Trina made a sound of protest, which was muffled by the bit. The witch was really going to lead her out into public, bare-breasted like this? She shuddered and felt a blush spreading across her skin. The shame of it, being made to walk nearly naked in front of... in front of nearly everybody she knew by name within the village.
"Oh don't worry my pet, they'll see you, but they won't SEE you. They'll see a horse pulling the old witch's cart, and they'll also see a rather busty woman dressed in a most slattern manner at the same time. But they won't be able to tie them together. And you don't have to worry about being recognized, my spell extends to you. They see what you are, but they cannot see who you are." The witch said with a chuckle, giving Trina's rump a slap.
"Ya! Out to the stable so I can hook you to the cart."
Trina reluctantly put one hoof in front of the other, shuddering at the thought of the public humiliation she'd be made to endure, even though the town merchants and shoppers wouldn't see her as Trina the Innkeeper, but rather as a horse and a whore alike, unable to put a name to her face, it was still a horrible, terrible, humiliating thing to be thrust upon her.
"Won't it be fun, pet?" the sorceress said, the strange inflection back in her voice, "Walking around naked in front of your friends, tits bouncing as you walk, nipples fully stiff and erect, swaying your sexy hips from side to side, just about climaxing from the sheer delight of being able to display yourself in public. And I bet you get off on that too, feeling sexual pleasure in public with everyone watching, and yet being able to get away with it. Sneaking around at night, unseen like you do. Deep down inside of you there's an exhibitionist slut that just loves to put on a show, to cum right in front of people, especially when they're unaware of it."
Trina cried out as her body once more filled with burning, aching lust, a virtual bonfire within her loins. By the gods, she did not want to draw sexual pleasure from being seen naked, and she most definitely did not want to cum in public, climaxing in front of a virtual sea of people.
"Oh sure, if I gave you the ability to voice it to me you'd deny it. It sickens you, disgusts you, fills your with humiliation and shame. But that only makes you love it more, makes you cum all the harder. You'll fight it, you'll never admit to yourself you like it, but you delight in the debauchery anyway. Just like you're shamed to admit you love doing the work of a proper horse, being ridden, pulling a cart or a plow. You've always wanted to be bound up and made to do pony-work. For you pulling a cart is just a few steps down from the best sex you've ever had in your life before you came here."
Tears trickled from Trina's eyes, she tried to fight the words, but it... it was true. She'd always wanted to do something like this; it was her deepest, darkest sexual fantasy. But she'd never admit it, not even to her mistress. Somewhere within her mind Trina knew that it wasn't true, that the 'always' had begun a few moments before, but a decade's worth of fantasies filled her mind, just as real as her own memories.
She found herself smiling as best she could, despite the bit, though she continued to cry. It was so shameful and wicked, such a terrible, sinful thing to want to do and delight in performing. But she loved doing it anyway. Trina felt so conflicted, knowing that she would love it, but shamed that she would be seen loving it. Having to obey her mistress just made it easier. It made her mistress the pervert, not her. Trina couldn't help but do what the witch wanted.
As she was lead out to the stable by the reins, Trina seemed to almost completely have forgotten that the sexual thoughts that filled her mind were not her own. The witch's words were branded upon her very soul, and with each passing moment they felt more and more natural, becoming a part of her as much as anything else.
She no longer fought and struggled because she didn't want to be the witch's familiar, oh no. Instead she fought because she knew it amused her mistress and because it didn't seem right for anyone to willingly want what was happening to her. Her motivations and thoughts were all a-tangle in her mind. She wasn't actually sure if she was willing, unwilling, or something in between. But one thing was perfectly clear.
She loved being her mistress' familiar. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Orphan Week by Kaurenwind
Tags: Balls, Bovine, Bukkake, Cum, Cum Bath, F/Herm, Hermaphrodite, Hyper, Mind Control, Orc, Penis, Potion, Tauren, Underage, World of Warcraft
It was that time of year again, Children's week in Orgrimmar, and Kauren was stuck taking care of a bratty little orc child. All the kid had done that day was whine and beg for every little thing the pair had come across, tugging on Kauren's arm and nearly knocking the poor bessie over once or twice. The only consolation shi had was coming back to the orphanage at day's end and recieving hir reward. For the umpteenth time, the little child was dragging Kauren along towards the fruit stand for another piece of scrumptious fruit. Shi complied, of course, not wanting to extract any revenge on this child just yet... As shi paid the vendor for a large slice of watermelon, shi slid a potion from hir satchel and sprinkled a few drops onto the slice.
"Here you go Zegra, I added a little... something extra." It was a mood-altering potion, nothing too special, but on the mind of a child it would cause them to love and adore their caretaker... Kauren at that point. A grin crept across the moocow's lips as shi peered down at the greedy orc hungrily gulping down her slice of watermelon. The tauren's tail hung lazily behind hir, flicking every so often as shi amusedly watched the potion's effects take place. First, the orc dropped what little was left of the watermelon, then a slight glaze washed over her eyes, her stance faltering for a bit as she woozily looked up at Kauren.
"M-miss? I don't feel too good." the little orc said, her body swaying a bit as the glaze started to deepen. But her condition got no worse, and the potion took full hold of the small child, causing her to feel great affection for the woman who had been looking after her. So great of affection as to be love... and want of the large tauren guardian. Kauren watched as the little orc's lips turned up into a beaming smile, then felt those little green arms wrap around hir leg, also noticing how the child snuck a peak up hir kilt. Hir plan was complete! All shi had to do now was find somewhere to sodomize the one shi had been charged with looking after.
In the meantime, shi scooped the little one up in hir arms and was quickly showered with kisses and snuggles around hir upper body, which shi responded to by petting the obedient little girl. It didn't take long for hir to find an inn with a vacant room, explaining to the innkeeper that the squirming girl was feverish and needed somewhere to lay down. Shi paid the goblin enough to not question hir and took the loving child to the room shi had purchased. Kauren tossed the little orc girl onto the bed, who giggled as she landed on the matress with a "whump" and stared at her caretaker eagerly.
"What're we doin' now Miss Kauren?" Zegra asked the tauren, who recieved her answer as the woman began to unwrap hir kilt from around hir waist and proceeded to toss it to the floor. The orc had never seen anything like it before! Kauren had both lady and boy parts, which made the girl blush, eyes peering over the sheath straining to break free of the bovine's undies.
"Mmm... how old are you again? I've forgotten what the Matron told me." Kauren asked with a chuckle as shi unbuttoned hir shirt and tossed it next to hir kilt. Hir massive mammaries came bouncing out, jiggling beneath a bra that seemed to be just as restraining as hir panties. Zegra piped up as she came out of her stupor of staring at the jiggling, wobbling bits of her caretaker.
"I-I'm eight, Miss Kauren!" she exclaimed, "Well... eight an' a half." she added triumphantly, sticking her cute little flat chest out as she grinned widely. The bessie nodded and reached behind hir back to untie the knot holding hir bra together, those big tauren tits finally set free as shi gave a sigh of relief. Hir fingers hooked under the waistband of hir panties, tugging them off and exposing hir large sheath and heavy-looking balls.
"Mmm, sounds just perfect. Why don't you get out of your clothes too hun?" Kauren asked as shi sidled on over to the bed and hopped up onto the space next to the little green girl. Zegra nodded excitedly as she was told to take off her clothes, that adorable red blush on her cheeks creeping across more of her face as she lifted up her hands.
"Can you help with my shirt Miss Kauren?" she asked so adorably, the moocow giggling at that sweetness and tugging the little girl's shirt off as Zegra squirmed her way out of it. The little orc then kicked her sandals off and shimmied out of her shorts, her flat chest exposed along with her cute little girly panties, the site of which made Kauren's sheath immediately start to bulge in anticipation. Shi would have railed the little girl right then and there if shi didn't want to savor this for a moment or two.
"You are just too cute\~ I'll have to ask the Matron if I can take you home." Kauren said with a grin, at which Zegra beamed again, the prospect of adoption by such a lovely, kind lady something she would adore. Without a second though, those panties were quickly whisked away by her little green hands, showing off that nubile female sex to the horny heifer. Hir member quickly peaked and shi had to use every ounce of willpower to keep it from growing rock hard.
"Alright, now what does my little orcy want to do? Does she want a bath? A nice hard stuffing? To worship her guardian? So many possibilities!" Kauren exclaimed, the orc's face scrunching up as if she was trying to think for a moment before she quickly crawled across the bed and ducked her head underneath the tauren's heavy sac. She took a deep, wanting breath of Kauren's musk and let out a heavy sigh of lust, her little psyche taken over completely by the intoxicating aroma of such a powerful, large herm. At the little girl's action, the cow let out a heavy moo of delight and hir shaft began to grow from hir sheath, all sense of self-control lost as the orc showed exactly how much she wanted hir.
"Can I have a bath Miss Kauren?" the orc said meekly, snapping the moocow out of hir needy trance with such a luscious, depraved request. A bath? Mmm... shi would be more than willing to give this little obedient orc the cum bath she had asked for.Those heavy balls of hirs twitched and throbbed against the orc's tonguing, each one larger than the little girl's head! Grasping hir thick cock in hir paw, shi grinned down at the obedient orc working over hir balls, the tuft at the end of hir tail whisking through the air. With each pump of hir paw, shi moaned out for Zegra, precum splashing onto the bedsheets as shi reached down with hir free paw and tugged the little girl out from beneath hir balls. Eyes soaking in the sight of her nubile body, soft panting could be heard from hir muzzle, such a gorgeous view of that underage body making hir balls churn so much more heavily with cum.
"Mmm... spread those legs for me." Kauren ordered, and the orc immediately obeyed, spreading her cute little legs wide open and showing off her young, tight folds, dripping with feminine juice, showing how horny the orcish girl was. Shi licked hir lips as hir paw moved over to tease and play with those soft petals, coaxing adorable moans from the girl's lips as hir cock twitched and jumped again at the sound. The big bovine panted as hir finger circled around the entrance to the young girl's slit, then slowly pushed inside, smirking as the orc's legs quivered with excitement and need.
Those lips naturally gripped around hir digit, obediently squeezing and flexing around hir finger as the orc's eyes looked up expectantly, as if asking if she was doing a good job. "You're doing just fine cutey... you'll get your bath soon enough." Kauren giggled, watching hir finger sink deep inside of the little girl's folds, such sweet, cute moans escaping Zegra's lips as she greedily ate up that intruding digit. Then, just as she had begun to rock her hips against the finger, she felt one of her guardian's other fingers pushing against her backdoor, and then thrusting inside, causing a loud yelp of protest to erupt from her lips.
"M-Miss Kauren! Th-that's my naughty hole." she said shyly, that potion she was given had so obviously changed her attitude, that brazen mood no longer apparent anywhere in the child's being. Kauren simply smirked as shi thrusted hir fingers deep inside of those holes, watching that child squirm and buck her hips as soft whines and mewls of pleasure escaped her lips. Shi knew the signs of an impending orgasm, and began to thrust hir fingers roughly into those two holes, forcing hir way deep into the squeezing, squirming little orc. Zegra's fingers clenched tightly around clumpfuls of the-bedsheets, cries of pleasure rushing from her lips as she felt something funny, something good building up inside of her.
"I-I feel ffffunny M-Miss Kauren." she whimpered out loudly, then not moments later, she let out such a lewd sound, like nothing one would ever expect a child to make as her climax washed over her. Her body shook with the orgasm, her legs trembling as she looked up lovingly into her caretaker's eyes. Kauren smiled warmly down at the climaxing little child, hir paw working vigorously around hir cockmeat as shi withdrew hir fingers from the young one's holes, letting her enjoy the last few trembles of the orgasm unhindered.
"Mmm... alright hun, time for your bath\~" shi chimed out, taking hold of each of the orc's hands and placing them on her heaving chest, such adorable little pantings coming from her lips as she nodded up at her caretaker. She knew what the big tauren lady wanted, and her fingers began to circle and pinch at her own nipples, giving a show to the moocow as Kauren's paw worked quickly over hir massive horsedick. The heifer's other hand reached down to squeeze and play with hir ballsack, precum splashing hard onto the bedsheets and over the little green girl's body as shi jerked hirself off.
The sight of such a young girl touching herself for hir, coupled with the heavy scent of sex in the room and the moist spot underneath the little orc's crotch... the entire scene proved too much for the tauren and shi soon let out a long, drawn-out moo of climax. The first, long string of seed splattered across the length of Zegra's body, making a splashing sound against her flesh before it was joined by several other splashes of cum. Hir paws worked continuously over hir package, humping the air as well as shi grunted with each heavy load of hir cum. In just moments shi had covered the girl's body, and the orc was busy washing and rubbing the cum in over her body in the style of a nice hot shower.
The gooey seed was such a delicious sight, being rubbed into such a nubile body, that Kauren didn't stop giving the girl a shower for a good three minutes, petering out at the end, but only just barely, until the stream finally stopped and Kauren collapsed on the bed next to the orphan. "Ahhh... that was, that was fun." shi said with a giggle, closing hir eyes and resting as Zegra hurried over to her caretaker and cuddled up close. Both were exhausted from the shower, and were soon pulled close to each other, snoozing until the morning came. | FSE |
(F tf Hive God)
Mustaemara was once a glorious empire to the northern reaches of Terio Carn. The crowndom of Haven was not too far away, and like their neighbors they burrowed. The dragon kin of Haven cut deep gouges into the earth and built their cities from the dredged up stone as well as carving still more into the walls of the fissure. Mustaemara was inhabited by mostly bug folk, and they only burrowed underground. What they dug out they sold to Haven as building material. The crown of Mustaemara, Taj ruled with his beautiful bride Fusatan. They had an adorable little daughter they named Alealamia which meant 'world', for she was their whole world. Ever since she was born though, Alealamia was a bit unusual. Normally all babies are born entirely human regardless of parentage, and develop beast traits as their personality solidifies, usually around the age of 10, or puberty at the latest. Alealamia however grew two very fragile, thin antennae on her head when she was only a single year old! Her parents took this as a very good omen, that she would be a powerful ruler of their people one day.
When she was nine years old though, disaster struck their empire. Alealamia had always feared the old crone Miaya for her monstrous appearance. Half centipede, her body had evolved more bug than human and split evenly down the middle, so half of her extremely large number of limbs was legs, and the other half arms. This would be the first of Alealamia's important lessons though- not to judge by appearances. Miaya was somewhat prophetic, and on this occasion had a very strong vision of the tunnels of Mustaemara closing up- and the earth itself swallowing the crowndom of Haven. There was many who did not wish to hear her ill omen, or refused to believe, but the crown Taj was among those who heard her out- and believe or not, his orders were to be obeyed. It was because of this, that nearly the entire empire had evacuated to the surface when the ground started to tremble. The earth to the north is brittle- too cold to bend, so even small shifts can have dire consequences. Two burrowing crowndoms side-by-side removed the structural integrity of the very ground itself, and the land collapsed, caving in both crowndoms!
Alive but not so well, the insect people now had no crowndom. Taj remained near Haven and the two forces aided each other for a time, before Taj lead his people on a mass pilgrimage to try and find a new homeland. The north was no longer stable enough for two crowndoms, so now Haven stood alone.
Alealamia started to evolve more as she turned 13. As if in response to being exposed to the surface world now, her skin tightened and solidified a bit. She developed flesh-toned chitin on the outer facing sides of her limbs and on her backside. It was almost like having scales. Tapping on the chitin felt like if a human were to tap themselves on the back of a fingernail- it could still plainly be felt, but the sensation was not in the chitin itself. This made her a little careless at first- thinking herself armored she started to get reckless playing with the other children, at least till her first crack. She fell hard enough onto the chitin plate of her forearm that she actually managed to crack it- and the split went down into the flesh that was tightly adhered to the inside of the plate, drawing blood. It was quite painful, and because chitin is much more rigid than flesh, it could not close as quickly. She required aid from the hive menders, who were able to produce a special type of wax they used to cover the crack while it fused back together and healed.
Taj's people tried to explore further north, attempting to penetrate the reaches beyond the mountains where no maps have been drawn, but they found no hospitable lands, and the cold became too piercing to continue that venture. The problem with south however is that there was already other established crowndoms nearby, and then ocean beyond that.
When Alealamia turned fourteen her butt had developed into a bit of a bubble, much to her embarrassment. Her anus became puffy at first which she largely ignored, but then seemingly overnight it grew completely out from her. Now a football sized bubble of chitin encased it, protruding from the end of her spine. Areas covered with chitin had more brittle bones within- because the chitin drew out material that would normally be part of the bone, so the bubble was actually an extension of her spinal cord- an insectoid abdomen. Because the beast aspect was tied to your personality, not everyone living with or even born of insects necessarily developed insect traits- there was plenty of non bugs in Taj's people. It also meant that even if you did have bug traits, how much you got varied greatly from person to person- so someone with a full bug rump was considered quite heavily leaned into their bug side. Alealamia was made fun of almost immediately from her peers for her new bubble butt- even if they were silenced almost immediately by all of the adults fearing Taj's wrath. Being royal- it was impossible for Alealamia to be teased for very long, so what little taunts she got tend to bite harder. It took some getting used to her new parts even aside from that. Her vagina had sort of split two ways. She still had a human vulva between her legs, but then her vagina had an out-only path leading down to the end of her bubble butt. If she ever had a baby, it would come down there. She also had her anus on the very end of it. But her urethra to pee from, and the passage she would have sex with was still in the front like a human! She was a bit disappointed she had to put up with having a bug butt now, but there was no spinneret. Usually people who got the bug butt was because it also had a spinneret so they could produce silk.
By the time Alealamia reached her 20s, Taj and his people had settled on a wasteland edge to set up their crowndom. To the south of Haven, and far west of Lemuria was the start of a vast desert bordered by wasteland. The desert was uninhabitable, but Taj's lost people managed to scrounge enough to survive off of in the wastes. Life was hard, but they were a hard working people, and they had been wandering for so long that they would have accepted almost anything. In these times there seemed little difference between Taj and the people below him. What was a crown without his throne? Without a castle? The rich had to work with the poor. Everyone struggled, but they struggled together.
Alealamia had developed into a beautiful and refined young woman. Straight raven hair to her breast, her iris an unusual but beautiful pink. She was tall, but not like her mother who was extremely tall and narrow. Alealamia's chitin had advanced around more of her body, but remained flesh toned so it was hard to even notice at a distance making her look at first to be unusually human. Ribs of the chitin formed around her torso, which also served to provide minor support for her D cup breasts. The chitin advanced all the way around her limbs now, but still did not touch the insides of her hands. her antennae became longer and wider, but remained very thin. They turned a cyan in color and were shaped like very long narrow leaves. Her antennae were actually most people's favorite part of her, because they were very expressive. They followed the angle of her eyebrows almost exactly, so they moved about a lot as she spoke, making her emotions easy to read. The size of her rump increased greatly- though gone were the teasing of children. Now some found themselves oddly allured by it. Her abdomen was almost as big as her actual body, and the chitin got thicker toward the top middle of it, forming a sort of spine of ridged, thick chitin there to protect it from the harsh sun.
Alealamia did her best to aid her parents in commanding the people. In these trying times, it was team work that made survival possible. And it is because of the team mentality and togetherness that Alealamia continued to evolve. Her hips expanded, forcing the existing chitin to split and thicken as it mended itself and expanded around the larger hips. Her crotch was one of the few areas on her body now that still had no protective chitin- it was still plush flesh. She thought she was putting on weight with the expansion of her thighs, but when her hips widened, the front and back of Alealamia's legs were pulled in two different directions. The front remained where it was while the back moved with the expansion, splitting her legs in half! Now back to their normal girth, she had four legs instead of two! Over time, her feet grew longer and simplified in structure. Where there was once five toes now there was only two large ones. The chitin on her limbs and back became thicker and started to overlap- creating sharp ridges to further protect her. It was at this time that her flesh and carapace started to diverge in color, slowly. Her chitin started to turn a bright golden yellow, while her skin began to turn grey, then charcoal grey, and finally matte black.
When Alealamia turned 30 another bizarre change was noted about her. Unlike any other before her, her will to help her people survive was so strong that as part of her beast aspect she obtained what appeared to be immortality. Her parents were getting on in age by now and required more and more help to be the rulers of the struggling bug folk, Alealamia however still looked 20. She reached maturity and then just stopped aging entirely. The old crone Miaya finally passed of old age entirely- leaving behind one final and cyptic prophecy of Alealamia- saying merely 'she is as the Gods'.
As they aged, her parents left more to her, and finally simply stepped aside and let Alealamia rule, with them watching in the background. People did not all enjoy the shift of power- some people just do not enjoy change and so they deliberately looked for cracks in her judgement. Many were quick to question her, not ready to accept her wisdom over her father, and this was a source of much frustration to her. She was already a bit irritated, because her rump had never truly stopped growing, and now was so large that she had gotten caught on many occasions needing someone to help her through a doorway! They needed to expand the doorways of her home because her butt can't fit through them! Almost twice the size of her body by the time it appeared to finally stop growing in her forties! Far too big for any manner of chair, she actually sat on her own butt. It would look like she was still standing, but lean back and basically wedge her butt between her back and the floor. The only way she could get entirely off her feet was to lay down, either forward or back and rest the huge mass between her legs. Her hairline eventually advanced down her neck, and then entirely engulfed it! She now had a black mane that covered her neck and rest just over her impressive bust. When one of the citizens was questioning her, she lost her temper and shouted back at him, and discovered a new power to her repertoire. A very rare and dangerous power. Everyone in the audience chamber save the poor fool she shouted at spoke at the exact same time, and made the exact same gestures! Alealamia had a hive mind- she had unintentionally taken control of everyone nearby and turned them all against him! She startled herself with it, and broke control with the others, who all looked at one another in embarrassment, but none spoke up. Much fewer people chose to question her from that day forward. All she needs to do is want something enough, and her mind unconsciously takes control of someone to get it for her. She can do it intentionally, but she had no way of turning it completely off. It only affected people with actual bug traits however- even if they were citizens of her crowndom, if they had no bug aspects her hive mind did not work on them.
Eventually her parents passed away of old age, even though poor Alealamia still looked like she was in her early twenties. Both her parents passed within the span of a year- together even in death. If that were not already hard enough on Alealamia, her body seemed to adapt to the change well ahead of her emotions, which made things still more difficult for her. Her hips expanded yet again and she gained a third set of legs! She almost looked like a bug centaur at this point- six legs on a full bug body, but then a mostly human body above that as well. Her antennae grew even larger as well, getting mostly just longer, till they were like long streaming ribbons of bright cyan waving around in the air above her.
Alealamia was looking over all the paperwork, to inherit all of her parent's power officially, and now to manage all her people completely on her own- when suddenly her dress tightened considerably. She immediately sent all of the attendants away so they would not see her squirming in her clothes trying to figure out what was amiss. Then the straps snapped off and her chitin groaned from stretching as her entire body started to get bigger! She held her breath and then grabbed her torso as if she could somehow hold in the growth, which of course did nothing. Her dress shredded off entirely and her antennae flicked in irritation, calling someone to her aid.
The tiny dragonfly woman Alyaesub fluttered into the room and landed gently in the empty audience chamber. "Yes my crown, you... s-summoned...?" She tailed off at the sight of her crown, large and nude trying to squirm out from behind her desk.
"H-heelp. Shit."
"What... do would you ask of me?"
"I need a tailor right away, I have nothing to clothe myself! Hnnngh~!"
She groaned and got out from behind her desk but her body started to get bigger again. The pressure came in gentle pulses, building tension in her bones, skin, and chitin till it let go and surged bigger, and then started to build with small pulses again.
"M-maybe you should wait till you are done growing first? I have no size to give the tailor, and it looks like neither do you."
Alealamia stumbled and rolled down the stairs- but only the front half of her body did. She was so large now that her hands could be at the bottom of the stairs while her legs were all still at the top! Her gigantic butt was so large it took up the entire upper portion of the audience chamber! She tried to straighten herself up and her back hit the roof! She couldn't even sit up! Her body still groaned and grew! She would have to get used to her subjects seeing her naked for a while, because there was nothing made for her size. Even her home was too small to fit her!
That was all over a hundred years ago now. Her people left the wastelands behind, and no longer struggled to make life in the dirt and rock. Using their own wax as mortar, they built tall structures of stone and wax and erected mighty cities! Thanks to Alealamia, they had no shortage of resources and had good relations with the neighboring crowndoms on either side. On one side was Haven, on the other was Lemuria. They never did make her a new set of clothes- they had to instead resort to wax to cover her fleshy bits. Now the crowndom was known simply as The Colony, and wandered between its neighbors and the ocean to gather the resources between. Alealamia was stripped of her title of crown however, and instead given a new title of Hive God, as she existed on a level well beyond any normal mortal. Bigger than an entire mountain range- Alealamia is both the ruler of the crowndom, and the crowndom herself. All of their cities are built on her body! Some towers dangle off her underside, most rise from her back, and especially the gigantic abdomen behind her. Because it is built on top of her, the crowndom is mobile, and simply goes wherever the resources are. Her breasts are as big as mountains themselves and her nipples covered only by long strips of hard wax- which look like barely anything on her, even though to a normal person the strips are as wide as a five lane highway. Her six legs are a bit spindly looking compared to the rest of her, but are plenty sturdy. She actually walks on her knuckles- the points of her two clawed toes curl up on the inner side so to protect the fleshy underside of them. Because her chitin is golden yellow but her skin is matte black her body looks semi-striped like a bee. The ends of her limbs are bright yellow while the color becomes more sandy toned toward her body- and then a lot of her body itself is covered with the sandy colored wax and stone grey structures and streets build onto her. Her ribbon like antennae are long enough to reach almost the halfway point on her abdomen, so anyone looking up from the streets of The Colony can see them gently waving in the sky. They are translucent, so the light still filters through their cyan surface. Her arms are bigger than her legs- though just as long. They appear to end in a single spiked end, but the end can split open to reveal she still has a five digit hand- the inside of which is soft warm black skin. Because of the weight on her back, she walks on all of her limbs- arms included. Her face is still entirely human looking, though she has a set of smaller eyes on her forehead that are compound eyes. The other difference is that what appear to be human cheeks are actually the outer facing side of insect mandibles that are folded into her mouth when not in use.
Being the God of The Colony is not exactly an easy task. Not only is she its sole ruler, but she does not age so she cannot pass her duties off to anyone else, and she is the crowndom itself. If she turns around too quickly she could smash buildings together or fling any number of people off of her, so she has to be very careful how she moves. Even when speaking she ususally just takes control of someone else to speak for her- because her voice is so huge she will pop the eardrums of everyone within a mile radius if she spoke using her normal volume. Though her burdens are many, Alealamia is happy as long as her people are happy, and The Colony is able to prosper thanks to her! | yiff-extreme |
Title: Ein Flüstern im Sturm Part 6 by Becks
Tags: Bad Language, German Language
Ein Flüstern im Sturm Part 6
Hargunten besah sich die Holokarte der Umgebung ihrer Basis, eine zerfallene Stadt. Er überlegte wie er sein 4000 Mann starkes Regiment am besten verkaufen konnte. Die Hybriss waren auf einmal sehr aktiv geworden und hatten General Steel und sein Regiment ausgelöscht. Sie waren über sie zu zehntausenden hergefallen und hatten sie abgeschlachtet. Steel hatte ihn etwas Zeit erkauft aber nicht viel. Also musste er sich beeilen. Die Stadt lies sich gut verteidigen. Sein Regiment war berühmt für seine Geruilla Taktik bei der Verteidigung von Städten. Angreifen und zurückziehen das war die Spezialität des 210.!
2500 Mann waren in der Stadt an den wichtigsten Stellen verteilt, den Rest würde er in Reserve behalten. " Also gut Raven sie und Charya werden Kreuzung 21 halten, verminen sie die Straße und graben sich dann dort ein... Verstanden?" " Ja Oberst Hargunten! " " Fenner ihr Trupp hält die Blocks 3 und 4, in der Nähe von K3, verstanden? Sie werden mit Croll zusammen arbeiten." " Ja Sir! " " Ansgar! Sie halten mit ihrem Team K4 und 5." " Ja Chef!"
Die Besprechung dauerte noch eine Stunde an, dann endlich hatte Hargunten alle verteilt. Er lehnte sich in seinen Sessel zurück. " Wie lange stehst du schon da Kasr´kin?" " Lange genug Gray Wolf. Du hast viele meiner Art getötet ... du und dein Haufen." " Ja wohl wahr und du bist hier um es zu Ende zu bringen?" " Nein...... ich bin hier um dir etwas zu überbringen." " Ach und was sollte ein Hybriss für mich haben?"
Hargunten drehte sich um und sah dem Hybriss direkt in die Augen. Blaue Augen hatte er, das war ungewöhnlich, normalerweise waren die Augen rot. Er ging aufrecht wie er, die Hybriss gingen, bis auf ein paar Ausnahmen, immer gebückt. Muskulöse Beine und Arme, Panzerung um Brust, Bauch und Beine. Von seinem Rücken gingen zwei Schläuche aus, die zu einer Atemmaske führten. Auf dem Rücken trug er eine Art Rucksack, der eng an seinem Rücken an lag. Ein schweres Lasergewehr trug er lässig mit einer Hand. Mehrere Magazin Taschen hingen an seiner Panzerung. Eine Laserpistole ruhte in ihrem Beinhalfter. Auf dem Rücken trug er zwei schlanke Schwerter. Er zog eines davon und legte es langsam auf den Tisch. Hargunten sah ihn fragend an.
" Ich Luthien von dem 1 Kasr´Kin ergebe mich. Ja du hörst richtig es gibt ein ganzes Regiment von mir, alle ergeben sich. Wir sind es leid zu kämpfen, unser Lord ist verblendet. Drei Jahre töten wir euch und ihr brecht einfach nicht. Unsere Schiffe im Orbit wurden von einer anderen Flotte vernichtet, die sich gerade auf die Landung vorbereitet. Das Imperium ist gekommen, gekommen um euch zu helfen. Wir die Kasr´Kin geben den sinnlosen Kampf auf und wollen stattdessen gegen unsere Brüder in die Schlacht ziehen. Wir wollen uns von deren Sünden reinwaschen. Dieser Krieg ist beendet. Lord Krii und seine Armee werden vernichtet werden. Lord Admiral Kaustos Kharn und seine Drakonier sind hier. Das zweite Hyrikan, die "Gray Templars" sind[ist/befindet sich] schon im Landeanflug. Sie sind hier um euch zu unterstützen. Ihr werdet weitere 4000 Mann gebrauchen können und....... "
" Warte, warte kurz. Du glaubst doch nicht ernsthaft das wir euch einfach so mit uns kämpfen lassen können oder? Das kannst du nicht von mir und meinen Männern erwarten?" " Ich denke die Elite der Hybriss wäre euch gelegen nicht wahr? Wir sind die besten. Wir sind die "Unsterblichen"! Vergesse das nicht und ich denke 2500 Unsterbliche würden dir in deiner Lage sehr gelegen kommen oder?"
Hargunten knirschte mit den Zähnen, er musste nachdenken. Was wenn das alles ein Trick der Hybriss ist und sie sie einfach hintergehen werden und dann soll auch noch das "Imperium" gekommen sein um sie zu retten. Das alles ging ihm durch den Kopf. Als wenn Luthien seine Gedanken gelesen hätte nickte er, verständnisvoll.
" Ich verstehe deine Bedenken Gray Wolf, aber glaube mir wir führen nichts im Schilde. Wir sind ehrenhafte Krieger die uns von den Sünden unserer Brüder reinwaschen wollen und was die Imperialen angeht... ich kann dir beweisen das es sie gibt." " Ach und wie willst du das tun wenn sie doch im Orbit sind?" Luthien ging zum Holofeld mit der Hargunten Verbindung zu seinen Trupps aufgenommen hatte. Luthien zog die Tastatur vorsichtig heraus und tippte einige Zahlen Reihenfolgen ein.
" Lord Admiral wir werden vom Planeten gerufen. Holoverbindung aufbauen?" " Wer ruft uns Velosade?" " Signal geht von einer Bunkeranlage in einer zerbombten Stadt aus. Die Streitmacht von Lord Krii bewegt sich auf diese zu. Nach meinen Einschätzungen kann es nur die PVS sein." " Verbindung aufbauen! Sofort Velosade wir haben keine Zeit mehr zu verlieren!" " Verbindung steht Sire!"
Auf dem Holofeld vor Kharn erschien ein hagerer Wolf mit nur einem Auge. Groß, schlank und durchtrainiert war er. Leichte Panzerweste. Tarnanzug in Stadttarnfarben. Pistole im Hüfthalfter. Neben ihm stand ein Mutant der Hybriss mit einer Tastatur in der Hand.
" Was beim heiligen Thron seid ihr verdammt? Ich hatte erwartet hier auf Menschen zu treffen und keine Mutanten! Rede Chaosabschaum oder ich werde dich und deine Basis atomisieren! Verstanden?" " Ähm..... ich hatte auch nach deiner Beschreibung etwas anderes erwartet Luthien. Ich dachte ich würde mit einem Menschen sprechen und nicht mit einem mythologischem Wesen das es eigentlich nicht gibt..... also lautet die Frage was seit ihr?"
" Mythologisches Wesen? Ich werde dir ein deinen Arsch treten du Chaosabschaum!" " Lord Admiral Kaustos Kharn ich bin Luthien vom 1 Kasr´Kin und ich denke jetzt ist nicht die Zeit für Hitzköpfigkeit. Die gesamte Bevölkerung ist ihrem eigenen Genvirus zum Opfer gefallen der uns auslöschen sollte. Was sie nicht wussten ist, dass wir gegen Genviren immun sind. Sie brauchen ihre Hilfe. Die Hilfe der Imperialen Garde und ihrer Drakonier." " Willst du mich verarschen?" " Nein das will ich nicht Sire."
Kharn lehnte sich in seinem Thron zurück und atmete einmal tief durch. " Befehl an Adana. PVS durch Virus verändert. Sieht aus wie wir. Was seid Ihr Luthien ein Haustier der PVS?" " Nein ganz sicher nicht das kann ich euch versichern Lord Admiral.", beeilte sich der Wolf einzuwerfen. " Was seid ihr dann Luthien? Ihr seid ein Mutant der Hybriss das ist schon mal sicher aber was für einer. Ich habe viele Hybriss getötet aber ihr seid anders als die die ich bekämpft habe. Was seid ihr also?" " Neuzüchtung. Einzig und alleine dazu gedacht die PVS zu vernichten. Lord Krii hat uns mehr Intelligenz und einen eigenen Willen gegeben im Gegensatz zu seinen früheren Schöpfungen. Ein Fehler wie ich bemerken möchte. Wir wollen nicht weiter an der Seite des Chaos kämpfen. Wir wollen frei sein. Wir die Kasr´Kin haben uns von Lord Krii losgesagt und wollen an der Seite der Imperialen und ihrer Kämpfer gegen Krii ins Feld ziehen."
" Euch ist schon klar, dass die Imperialen Regimenter euch töten werden wenn sie euch sehen? Dagegen kann ich nichts tun. Ich garantiere für meine Leute aber nicht für die unter Generalfeldmarshall Skadi Szezabo. Er akzeptiert gerade mal uns. Es wird schon schwer genug seien ihn davon zu überreden nicht gleich jeden PVSler zu exekutieren, weil er ihn für eine vom Chaos verblendete Kreatur hält." " Das ist uns bewusst Lord Admiral."
Kharn schwieg eine Weile und kratzte sich nachdenklich das Kinn. " Gut Luthien ich garantiere für nichts verstanden? Ich werde Befehl an meine Hyrikaner durchgeben. Sie werden dir und deinem Regiment nie voll Vertrauen aber sie werden euch nicht töten. Bei den Imperialen weis ich das nicht."
" Ich danke ihnen für ihre Großzügigkeit Lord Admiral Kaustos Kharn." " Gebt das an Prätorin Adana durch. Sie sollen uns Zeit erkaufen bis wir Landen können. Sie, Wolf haben Sie einen Namen?" " Oberst Hargunten vom 210 Späher Regiment des VED." " Sehr wohl Oberst. Prätorin Adana ist informiert. Ich denke, dass sie sich besser auskennen als wir. Lassen sie uns an ihren Strategien teilhaben. Seien sie aber auch offen für neues. Welche Strategie haben sie sich zur Verteidigung zurecht gelegt?"
" Geruilla Taktik. So hatte ich vor meine Basis zu verteidigen. Da mir jetzt aber wesentlich mehr Männer und Fahrzeuge zur Verfügung stehen gedenke ich dieses zu Ãberdenken." " Ihr Regiment besteht aus Spähern sehe ich das richtig?" " Ja Sire!" " Gut dann sollten sie ihre Stärken ausspielen. Meine Hyrikaner sind Frontsoldaten und so wie ich denke die Kasr´Kin sind die Elite. Heißt Sie haben knapp zehntausend Mann zur Verfügung. Was für Fahrzeuge besitzen die Regimenter die schon Vorort sind?"
" Leichte Panzer fünf Stück, zwei Jagdpanzer und mehrer unbewaffnete Transporter." "Luthien ihr Regiment?" "Zehn Leichte Panzer, sechs Kampfpanzer Typ70 und drei schwere Panzer. Leman Russ Demolisher. Perfekt für die Verteidigung einer Stadt." " Beeindruckend Luthien." " Das ist das was wir noch mitnehmen konnten bevor wir geflohen sind." " Kommandant Velosade?" " Ja Lord Admiral?" " Wie groß ist Lord Krii´s Streitmacht?"
" 4 Kultistenlegionen das sind knapp 400.000 Mann, 36 Regimenter Hybriss, 180.000 Mann und 300 Panzer. Keine Titanen. Ihr Glück Oberst sonst hätte er Sie schon längst atomisiert." " Das sind erschütternde Zahlen aber geben sie uns fünf Tage dann können wir landen." " Wir geben unser Bestes Lord Admiral!" waren die letzten Worte von Hargunten. " Velosade übernehmen sie das Kommando über die Maugen Ra und die Flotte. Ich werde auf dem Planeten gebraucht. Sagen sie meiner Elitegarde bescheid. Es gibt wieder Krieg." " Sehr wohl Lord Admiral."
Velosade salutierte zackig und wand sich der Observationsbucht zu. Kharn erhob sich von seinem Thron und ging in seine prunkvoll eingerichtete Kabine. Alles glänzte im Gold und Messingschein. Er wollte immer eine schlichte Kabine haben. Die Imperialen hatten diese Kabine für ihn hergerichtet und es war ihm zu viel Luxus. Seine schwarze Vollrüstung hing auf dem Ständer in einer Ecke des Raumes. Segmente waren mit Karamit verstärkt worden. Drakonische Runen überzogen die Rüstung. Sie waren in die Rüstung eingeätzt worden und mit Silber verziert worden. Sie war ein Meisterwerk für sich. Von den besten Schmieden im Berial-System gefertigt worden passte sie perfekt.
Der Helm, ein technologisches Wunderwerk, ruhte auf einem kleinen Sockel rechts daneben. Dieser hatte einem Space Marine gehört. Dieser hatte ihm den Helm geschenkt. In der darauf folgenden Schlacht wurde der Marine durch einen Kopfschuss getötet. Er wurde umgebaut, sodass er auf die Kopfform eines Drakoniers passte. Auf der Hinterkopfseite war immer noch in kleine Buchstaben der Orden des Marines geschrieben. Salamanders. Er legte die Rüstung an und setzte den Helm auf. Klickend rastete der Helm ein und verband sich so mit der Rüstung. Kharn drehte sich zu allen Seiten um zu überprüfen ob der Helm richtig sitze. Beim verlassen des Quartieres machte er vor dem Waffenständer halt und nahm seine mächtige Zweihandaxt heraus und steckte sie ins Futteral auf seinem Rücken. Zwei Boltpistolen mit Reservemagazinen und sein Bolter mit der Nahlholzstütze gehörten auch zu seiner Bewaffnung.
So gerüstet marschierte er die Korridore zu seinem Privathangardeck. Auf dem Weg dorthin wichen ihm, respektvoll, Mannschaftsmitglieder aus. Im Hangar war ein Einziges Landungsboot festgemacht. Vor dem Boot erwartet ihn ein Ehrenspalier, aus dehn fünfhundert Mann, seiner Ehrengarde. Alle in schwarze Vollrüstungen gehüllt reckten sie ihre Schwerter. Am Anfang des Spaliers erwartete ihn schon ein ungeduldig aussehender Drakonier in derselben Rüstung.
" Yarrick warum so ungeduldig? Du weist doch Zeit haben wir viel, aber wissen meist nur wenig damit anzufangen." " Lord Admiral Kharn." Yarrick salutierte, " Ich bin nicht ungeduldig. Ich freue mich auf den bevorstehenden Kampf und es ist mir wie immer eine Ehre an deiner Seite streiten zu dürfen Bruder." " Gut gesprochen Kurzer aber ich denke über die Förmlichkeiten wären wir schon längst hinaus." " Ich dachte vor den Jungs sollte ich etwas mehr Respekt vor dir zeigen und außerdem bin ich der Ältere also würde mir das Recht dich Kurzer nennen zu dürfen zustehen." " Ja gut wir müssen dann auch los. Wir wollen unsere Feinde ja nicht warten lassen." sagte Kharn grinsend und ging an Bord des Landungsbootes. Ein seufzender Yarrick folgte ihm und wenige Sekunden später war auch die Elitegarde an Bord und das Landungsboot flog in Richtung Planet."
Oberst Hargunten hatte neue Befehle an alle seine Truppen raus gegeben. Empörung und wutentbrannte Schreie waren durch das Kom. geschallt, als er ihnen mitgeteilt hatte das sie mit der Elite der Hybriss zusammen gegen Lord Krii´s Streitmacht kämpfen würden. Jedem war die Lage bewusst in der sie sich befanden. Notgedrungen hatten sie alle zugestimmt. Lieber überleben als sterben. Das hatte er ihnen klargemacht. Er hatte ihnen auch gesagt, dass Verstärkung sehr bald eintreffen würde. Fremdwelter. Viertausend weitere Mann, mit samt Fahrzeugen, würde in etwa einer Stunde landen.
Luthien und seine Kasr´Kin hatten auf der Westseite der Stadt Stellungen bezogen. Zurzeit wurden die Süd- und Ostseite noch von seinen Männern gehalten. Das würde sich aber ändern wenn Prätorin Adana eintreffen wird. Sie und ihre Männer würden die Südseite Verteidigen mit zweitausend Mann, die anderen Tausend würden als Reserve Zurückbleiben und die andere Hälfte würde mit fünfhundert Kasr´Kin und fünfhundert seiner Leute die Ostseite verteidigen. Der Norden würde von Leutnant Reagar und zweitausend seiner Leute gehalten werden.
Hargunten wusste das er hier in der Basis bleiben musste um die Verteidigung zu organisieren. Wenn sie wirklich fünf Tage durchhalten würden, was er bezweifelte, hätten sie diesen Krieg endlich gewonnen. Er atmete tief durch. Neben ihm stand Lurien. Ein Kasr´Kin, den Luthien zu seinem Schutz abgestellt hatte. Er begleitete ihn überall hin. Still und reglos stand er in der Ecke. Das schwere Lasergewehr mit beiden Klauenhänden umfasst. Sein Gesicht war unter einem verspiegelten Helmvisier nicht zu erkennen. Sein kompletter Körper war unter der Rüstung nicht zu sehen. Hargunten musterte ihn eine Zeit lang. Lurien schwieg schon die ganze Zeit und schwieg auch nun. Hargunten wand sich nach einer geschätzten halben Stunde wieder der Holokarte zu.
" Oberst Hargunten? Vier Landungsboote der Imperialen Garde erbitten Landeanflug und Landeplatz zu Weisung." plärrte es aus den Lautsprechern auf seinem Tisch. " Geben sie ihnen Grünes Licht. Sie können auf der 4-8 landen." " Bestätigt." Also waren sie endlich da, Hargunten war auf diese Prätorin gespannt. Er erhob sich und marschierte zu den Landungsplätzen.
Am Schott zu den Plätzen erwarteten ihn bereits zwei Trupps seines Regiments. Er nickte ihnen kurz zu, öffnete das Schott und trat ins Freie. Dicht gefolgt von Lurien und den zwei Trupps. Die Trupps nahmen links und rechts neben ihm Stellung ein. Lurien blieb reglos rechts neben ihm stehen. Nervös standen sie da und warteten darauf, dass sich das Boot öffnete und die Fremdwelter heraus traten. Dampf entwich zischend als die das Landungsboot öffnete und die Rampe langsam herunter fuhr.
Vom Dampf verhüllt stand eine riesige Gestallt in der Ã-ffnung. Die Trupps legten auf die Gestallt an. Sie ging mit langsamen Schritten die Rampe herunter. Hargunten stockte der Atem als sie aus dem Dampf trat. Ein riesiger, massig gebauter Drache stand vor ihm. Er überragte Hargunten um gute zwei Köpfe. In seiner schimmernden grauen Rüstung wirkte er wie ein Held aus längst vergangenen Tagen. Einen Hammer lässig über die Schulter gelehnt stand er grinsend da. Er schritt immer noch grinsend auf Hargunten zu. Hargunten versuchte seine Angst nicht zu zeigen. Einen Schwertstreich entfernt blieb er von ihm entfernt stehen. Grinsend schaute er in die Runde von versammelten Soldaten.
Mit einer Gutmütigkeit in der Stimme die man von einer Kreatur wie ihm nicht erwartet hatte fing er an zu sprechen. " Na Mädels wie geht's wie steht's? Ihr seht ziemlich überrascht aus was? Tja ich bin der große und im gesamten Subsektor bekannte Krieger Honshu. Ich bin hier um euch kleinen Wichten den Arsch zu retten. Also sonnet euch in meinem Glanz." Hargunten starrte ihn dämlich an.
" Ja was ist den habt ihr noch nie von mir gehört? Ich bin enttäuscht. Vielleicht sollte ich euch mit meinem Hammer zerquetschen um euch ein wenig Respekt beizubringen." In der Ã-ffnung erschien ein neuer Drache die Hände in die Hüfte gestemmt. Er war etwas kleiner als Honshu und war weiblich. Das konnte Hargunten daran erkennen, das in der Rüstung, auf Brusthöhe zwei Beulen zu erkennen waren. Sie marschierte kurzerhand, nachdem sie sich die Szenerie angesehen hatte, hinter Honschu und trat ihm heftig auf den Schweif. Honshu brüllte schmerzerfüllt auf und hielt sich den Schweif.
" Adana musste das sein? Mein armer Schweif. Das hat wehgetan und außerdem hast du mir den Auftritt versaut." " Honshu halt die Fresse! Würde der große Krieger wohl wieder Haltung annehmen und aufhören sich seinen Schweif zu halten „wie ein kleines Baby?" Danke!", spottete Adana. Sofort nahm Honschu wieder Haltung an konnte sich aber ein Grinsen nicht verkneifen.
" Ich möchte mich für meinen Leutnant entschuldigen, er will immer der Erste auf einem neuen Planeten sein. Dann zieht er so eine Show ab. Es tut mir leid wenn er sie erschreckt haben sollte, er wollte sich nämlich gerade entschuldigen oder Honshu?" " Jawohl Prätorin Adana. Es Tut mir leid falls ich euch erschreckt haben sollte. War nicht beabsichtigt." sagte er immer noch grinsend. " Sie müssen dann wohl Oberst Hargunten sein oder? Ich bin Prätorin Adana vom 2 Hyrikan Regiment die Gray Templars". " Jab der bin ich Oberst Hargunten vom 210 Späher Regiment VED auch die Spinnen genannt". | FSE |
Title: Two's Trial - Chapter 2 by Sunette
Tags: 4x4, Anger, Avian, Car, Dragon, Female, Love, Male, Mutt, Pet, Truck, Wolf
Heya Everyone Well a week has gone by, and it's time for the second chapter in the series. This is where we meet some new characters. I hope you like it as much as I do!
This part is written by my friend Artomis we take it in turns to write a chapter, so the next chapter will be written by me.
Enjoy!
**Two's Trial**
**Chapter 2**
It was a long, quiet trip to Zaledrik's house. I didn't really want to talk about anything, my own thoughts starting to wear at my view of reality. Sun occasionally asked a question or two, but stayed to herself as well. Usually, I would be pretty pissed at myself for acting this way, but this was different.
These bastards had Ono.
As I finally pulled up to the side street near his house, we saw another car in the distance. I couldn't tell what it was at first, but my eyes calmed at the sight of a bright ass orange and yellow Jeep, that was no doubt my friend Amara.
We travelled about a half mile more before soon slowing to a stop, parking next to the Jeep. Before I even thought about getting out of the car, I looked out my window, hand ready next to a hidden handgun to use just in case. As I looked up and started lowering my window, I soon saw the dark Jeep windows roll down too, letting out a sigh of relief when I saw the purple and red hawk inside. "Amara, am I glad to see-"
"Who the hell is that Art? We thought you were commin'-"
"She's my pet, Amara and could be of use. She can use a sword and she knows the Sanctum like the back of her hand. Now if you please, we need to get moving before Ono gets raped in there!"
I cringed at my own words, knowing full well that I was yelling right beside a victim from that hell hole. I didn't turn to look at her, but somehow I could sense fear and anger coming from Sun where she sat.
"...Fine, but you're taking care of her."
I soon showed a smile, knowing I couldn't linger on Sun's feelings long with the current situation. "That's fine, because she's our ticket to getting in there without any struggle. I am too."
Amara clicked her beak once and looked at me funny, like she always did when she was confused. With a sigh, she then reached her talons forward and grabbed the wheel. "I hope you have a damn good plan, then. If Darkfire gets taken out, you're-"
"We'll get her back. I can't leave her behind." All I did was smile. Who the hell knows what could happen at this place, but a smile shown wide on my face, fully knowing that this *was* going to happen. If it didn't, we were all dead, and that's just not an option for me.
Cocking her neck a bit, Amara soon ruffled her feathers and changed gears to reverse. "We'll talk at Zale's. He's got a few guys there he wants ya to meet, and no doubt will want to hear this 'plan' of yours."
I only gave her a nod, which she took as an answer and began to turn her Jeep around. I sat parked there still a moment, taking a moment to calm myself.
"...Master-"
"Sun, me and you are going to be going inside with the intention of buying Ono. You are to act like an obedient slave to me while this entire mission is going. If I tell you to do something, don't think twice."
All she did was look at me and nod. I could see it in her lovely eyes that she understood completely. I could see a little fear in her eyes, but there was a shine of confidence and hope there. All my days fighting, I've known several soldiers and men in battle. Any with this look in their eye was deadly.
"Make sure your sword is well hidden. The leather should be able to cover it to line with your Kimono." God I hated talking like this... This wasn't me, I don't bark out orders. I used to do that, but I stopped doing that ages ago.
"Yes Master, I will make sure of that."
"Good. Now some of these guys could be a little... weird. Just stay quiet unless *I* ask you a question or tell you to do something."
"Yes Master."
I showed her a smile and turned my attention back to the road, driving down it about a half mile more before turning just before a left curve, well hidden in the thick trees of the forest around his property. His driveway alone is about a quarter mile, finally pulling up to his large two story house and parking just beside Amara, who was no doubt already inside.
Leaving all the weapons in the car, Sun and I soon climbed out and shut the doors, me letting out a heavy sigh before leading her to the door. I don't even knock, doing so would get you stabbed here at this house, and walked right down the hall. I knew what room they were at, it was no different than any other mission we had done before.
Sun did very well to keep up with my pace, soon noticing that I was pretty much running through the living room and up the stairway, ignoring the music in the background. After climbing the stairs, I went down another hall and turned to a solid black door, opening it wide and walking inside with Sun close behind.
There stood Amara next to my black and white Husky friend, a couple of different K-9's sitting at a table close to his side.
"Hey! There he is! Took ya long enough!"
I let out a sigh. "We have more important things to worry about. Do you have what I asked for?"
Zale let out a loud laugh. "Always right down to it. This time, I don't blame you, but still, lighten up, man." As he turned around and walked towards the bookcase, I saw him reach out and grab hold of two different books at each end, pulling what seemed to be the entire row of books itself, but I soon showed a smile when I noticed they weren't books at all, but it was a case that was cleverly disguised. "We all know that you want her back, Art. Hell, wouldn't be the same without her."
I walked up next to him, feeling Sun close at my side and hearing the two dogs from the table stand. I had no idea who these Rottweiler and German Sheppard were, but something about them didn't sit well with me.
As I turned to Sun, I soon saw behind her that they were pretty much hovering over the wolf, even staring right at her and ignoring me completely as I let out a small grunt. "If these 'friends' of yours have a problem with my pet, they can butt off."
Zale only let out a chuckle as he began to lift the top of the case. "Oh they have no problems, it looks like they enjoy what they-"
"Then they will know better not to even look at her without asking my permission first." With the snap in my voice, they both finally looked up at me. The German Sheppard backed away, but the Rottweiler did not. "Did I not make myself clear?"
The black and brown mutt just stared at me. "I don't see any collar on her, I just-"
Before he could say another word, I swiftly spun around and slapped the dog hard in his midsection with my tail, knocking him away from us. "Now listen here, pup! You are talking to Artomis Deathbringer, leader of the Crimson Corps. If you mess with me or anyone with me, you're only asking to die."
As he quickly rose back to his feet, I could hear him mumble something about me being an asshole. But he soon nodded and wiped the blood off his lip, sitting back in his seat.
"...Well, you're still quite the social one!" Zale laughed loudly, causing me to turn towards him.
My eyes went wide at the object in his hand, a smile soon spreading on my lips. "How the hell did you get one so fast, Zale?"
He showed a smile himself. "Thanks to the guys you just put in their place, I got this only a half hour before you got here. They said they wanted to help with the mission, and a set of rockets without anyone to man them is useless."
I gave him a confused look. "You and Amara will man them. Sunette and I are the only two going inside."
"You can't be serious!" Zale looked at me in shock, but I held my ground. "That's suicide! You can't-"
Holding up my hand to stop him, I glared at him a bit. "What's suicide is us all trying to make a mad dash inside to save her. I have a better idea."
He crossed his arms and looked at me with a sigh. "Let's here it then, leader. What's the game plan this time?"
I turned for a moment and looked at Sunette, who was looking down at the weapon crate and not saying a word. I knew I never had to worry about her loyalty with me, but I knew that this loyalty could bring us close to death. "...Sun here and I will go inside the Sanctum. Sun here is my slave, as you know... but you don't know that I bought her from the Sanctum."
Amara and Zaledrik looked at me in shock. The Husky was the first to let out a growl. "You BOUGHT her from them?!"
"...Look, it's a long story, and I have my reasons. Not only that, but without her, I go in blind. I only saw the outskirts and the courtyard of the place."
"That's not the point, you *helped* them, Art!" Zale yelled at me. I knew I had this coming, but at this point, all I could do was take the punishment and try to get them back on track. "Damnit! So what the hell do you propose?! They know who you are!"
I nodded, gripping Sun and pulling her close to me. "Sun and I will go inside and check out the selection of slaves up for sale. Since I am a former customer, they should welcome me back inside. We will find Ono and start placing bids on her, and once we get to a number they seem happy with, I will either pay it off and walk out with any of us unharmed, or snag her up and try to get out of there before they close the gates."
They both stared at me speechless at first, but Zale soon smiled and showed a nod. "Alright, so what are the rockets for then?"
I couldn't help but smile, my mind lingering to the reason. "Once you see Sun and I get out of that hell, if there seems to be anything aggressive behind, you two are going to blow that shit up." | FSE |
Title: Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 02
Tags: bimbo, transformation, bimbo transformation, magical transformation, bimbification, bimbofication, bisexual bimbos, car sex, bimbo strippers, big breasts
**Part 2: Marsha**
Going to the dentist always made Marsha feel nervous. Of course, most things that involved leaving her home made her nervous. She could deal with work, but that wasn't very frequent. Most of the time, her boss allowed her to work from home, but every so often, she had to actually come in to the actual office.
"Jesus, Marsha," her boss would say, "you've gotta find some way to get over your problems." And she would promise to try to come in more often, and promptly ignore that promise. The only reason she was still employed was that no one else in the office could match her when it came to editing.
She didn't even know the names of her neighbors. They probably barely noticed she existed. Certainly, she doubted they knew what she looked like. Everyone else around her seemed to go off to work or school with no hesitation. The few times she'd bothered to go outside, everything around her seemed still and quiet, like everyone had vanished.
Sometimes she wondered when exactly things had gone wrong for her. There wasn't really a defining incident that had pushed her into being so agoraphobic. Some agoraphobes had a sad story about being raped, or some other trauma that kept them from functioning normally in public. Marsha just didn't like going out in public. She was just naturally shy, and a few bad experiences over the years, combined with a personal tendency to drift without an external impetus, as well as the ability to telecommute, had turned her into someone who could barely leave her house without a great deal of preparation and worry.
It had taken her all morning to get herself ready for this appointment. Not because she expected any trouble. Just because she was seeing a completely new dentist, didn't mean that anything at all was wrong. But for two hours, she'd been at the edge of hyperventilating just from the thought of going outside.
Cautiously, slowly, she made her way towards the garage door. Napoleon, her grizzled tabby cat, eyed her from his perch atop the a bookcase in the living room. He seemed to be saying, *Boy, these hoomans are weird, aren't they?* His partner-in-crime, Gibbon, a beefy all-black cat, sprawled on the kitchen floor in Marsha's path, as if he knew about the turmoil in her head, and was saying, *You don't really want to go out, so why even bother? Just stay here and pet me.* He purred like a buzz-saw and rolled over to show his furry tummy.
"That's really cute of you," Marsha said, kneeling down to pet Gibbon's belly. "But I've got to go out and get myself taken care of. I can't just lay around doing nothing, like you guys." She withdrew her hand, ignoring Gibbon's pitiful, entreating glances, and stood up straight.
Without further ado, she opened the door to the garage. Before either Napoleon or Gibbon could rise to their feet, Marsha shut the door and locked it. They'd both escaped before, and that had terrified Marsha. It had meant the dilemma of either wandering around outside, looking for a small animal with a natural talent for concealment, or sitting inside, trembling in fear at the possibility that they might just never come back.
She hopped into her car, opened the garage door, turned the key in the ignition, and started backing up down the driveway. All around her, her little suburban neighborhood was still and quiet.
Except that her next-door neighbor was out in the yard. Marsha didn't know much about her, except that she worked the night shift somewhere. Aside from that, all Marsha knew was that her name was Lacey, and she was at least a decade younger than Marsha. The few times Marsha had seen her, she'd been exercising in the front yard.
Marsha ignored Lacey's wave, and turned out of the driveway. She didn't have the time to socialize, or the inclination. Perhaps part of that was rationalization, but she really did need to get to her appointment.
The drive was much easier than getting out of her house had been. In her car, Marsha could at least pretend she was walled away from other people. Even if there were windows, she didn't really have to open up to anyone else. She was just one more person passing by in traffic.
She reached the dentist's office without incident and parked her car. After reassuring herself, multiple times, that she had everything she needed, Marsha stepped out of her car. The shopping center around the office seemed as though it were asleep. So much the better; that just meant she wouldn't run into anyone else.
The moment she stepped inside the office, Marsha started to worry about her choice of dentist. Perhaps she should've tried a different dentist. Surely there was another place she could go to, besides this one.
"Hiiiiii!" chirped the receptionist. She looked peppy and excited about being at work. She looked Arabic, to Marsha's somewhat practiced eye. But, most of all, she looked like one of the sluttiest bimbos Marsha had ever seen.
Her breasts were enormous, and mostly exposed, thanks to a deeply plunging neckline and an extremely sparing use of fabric below her nipples. At a certain point, some outfits became so pointlessly exposing, in Marsha's opinion, that their wearers ought to just walk around nude and be done with it. In this case, the receptionist seemed like she would've been just fine with that. If ravenous moths consumed all of her clothes, she, doubtless, wouldn't even bother to try covering herself.
"Um," Marsha said, timidly. "Um," she tried again. "I, um, I'm here for my appointment."
"Oooookay!" the receptionist replied, brightening. "That means you're, like, on this computey thingie." She waved a hand at the monitor on her desk, flashing her long, sparkly pink fingernails at Marsha. "Like, what's your name?"
"Marsha," Marsha said. "Marsha Smith." The receptionist stuck her tongue out and started carefully typing Marsha's name into the computer.
"That's, like, a rilly tough name," the receptionist observed. "My name's, like, so totes easy. It's just 'Noor'." Marsha thought, uncharitably but possibly truthfully, that Noor might not be able to remember a tougher name.
At last, Noor finished typing it in and triumphantly pressed "ENTER". She squinted at the screen and said, "Oh, okay! There you are, Maci! Dr. Joseph wants you in room 7! Okey-dokey?"
"Um, my name is Marsha," Marsha said. Noor nodded. "Right, your name is Maci. Go right on in, Maci!"
Marsha sighed and decided not to correct the receptionist. That seemed like a battle she'd already lost. Instead, she opened the door that led deeper into the office, and stepped through.
Maybe, she thought, Noor was just eye candy. Perhaps the hygienist would be better. Hell, it would be hard to be worse. She stepped into room 7 feeling cautiously optimistic.
"Hiiiiiii!" said the hygienist, a Chinese woman with the same overinflated curves as Noor. Marsha's heart sank, but she still took her seat in the exam chair. What choice did she have, at this point? Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.
As soon as she sat down and leaned back, the hygienist rushed up to her and leaned in close. Marsha felt the other woman's boobs rubbing up against her own chest. The hygienist grinned and, before Marsha could say anything, planted a big, wet kiss on Marsha's lips.
The kiss seemed to last forever, and Marsha struggled to get free, at first. Gradually, though, she felt something sapping her energy, and she relaxed into the bimbo's embrace. A silly smile spread across Marsha's face, as the hygienist withdrew. "Feeling better, Maci?"
Marsha wanted to protest that that was not her name, but she didn't have the energy for that. Instead, she giggled. It seemed like the right thing to do right now.
"My name is, like, Ming, and I'm sooooo glad to meetcha!" the hygienist said. She shook her boobs at Marsha, and Marsha giggled in reply. Her disgust and shyness had faded into the background, and she felt more relaxed than ever before.
As Ming fussed around, picking at Marsha's teeth, Marsha noticed something else. Her mind was still hazy, caught up in the contact between her and the bimbo-hygienist. But she was conscious enough to notice the smell that seemed to hang around her.
It was a heavy, musky scent, one that made Marsha think of embarrassing acts with men and women. She was vaguely surprised that she couldn't see curtains of scent hanging around her. Where could it come from? Was she just imagining it? And was there any way she could take that scent home with her?
Gradually, the heat within her, the scent around her, and the swing of Ming's pendulous breasts above her sent Marsha into a trance-like state. She floated through a sexual landscape within herself, picturing herself in previously inconceivable situations. Deep inside, she still had a vague sense of where she was. She still knew, deep down, that she was in a dentist's office. But the rest of her being hung suspended in an erotic fantasyland, caught in heated depths she couldn't have imagined before...
"Ahem," said a voice above her. Marsha blinked and found the haze of lust in her mind fading away, returning her to the real world. "I'm sorry to have to wake you like that," said the voice, "since you seemed so comfortable."
A man's face swam into view above her. Nothing about him seemed exceptional in any way. He was a very average-looking, middle-aged white guy. Brown hair, brown eyes, plastic-framed glasses. His nose wasn't anything special, his hair was neatly cut in a short, generic fashion, and he had a perfectly middling sort of body. He probably worked out, but he didn't look particularly muscled.
"Hi, Ms. Smith," he said. "Are you awake?" He smiled averagely at her, and set down a tool he'd been holding in his hand. "Ms. Smith, I'm Dr. Joseph, and I'm going to need you to open your mouth there. Ming said there was something I needed to take a look at, so here I am. Can I take a look at your teeth?"
"Oh- okay," Marsha stammered. She opened her mouth wide, and Dr. Joseph leaned in. "Yes, mm-hmm. Hmm," he murmured. "That does not look good."
He stood up straight, a sorrowful expression on his face. "It looks like you've got a fairly significant problem, Ms. Smith," he said. "Tell me, have you ever had any problems with your left upper molars?"
"Huh?" Marsha said intelligently. Then she shook herself and said, "Well, I don't remember anything, but I suppose it's possible. It's been a little while since I had a checkup."
"Despite which you managed to keep your teeth in quite good shape," Dr. Joseph said. "The only problem is that there's a subtle flaw in one of your left upper molars. It's all the way at the back, so you'd have trouble reaching it with a toothbrush. If you don't get it treated now, I expect you'll be back within a month or so, complaining about a bad toothache. Assuming, of course, that you don't chip it before then."
"So this happened since my last checkup?" Marsha asked, and Dr. Joseph nodded. "I wouldn't blame your last dentist for missing it. It's the sort of thing that's hard to find until it's nearly too late. You're very lucky that you came in when you did."
"And what do I have to do to fix it?" Marsha said, starting to run through her budget in her head. How much of the operation would her insurance cover? Was there going to be lots of paperwork involved? Would she need to take money from her savings account to pay for it?
"We can handle it here, if you don't mind coming back so soon," Dr. Joseph said. He pulled out a little notebook and consulted it. "It shouldn't take too long, but it will require general anesthesia. Do you have anyone who can pick you up from here?"
"Uh, no," Marsha said decisively. "No family? No friends?" Dr. Joseph persisted. "You can call a cab, but you really ought to try someone you know you can trust, if you can."
"I'll, um, see if I can find anyone," Marsha said. "But I will make that appointment." She felt as if she were glowing when she said that. It made her feel strong, like she wasn't the world's biggest shut-in. Of course, when all was said and done, she would probably go back home and feel all the same anxieties and nothing would change for her, ever.
"You do that," Dr. Joseph said. "Noor will handle you out front." That part made Marsha frown internally. She really didn't want to have anything to do with that bimbo, but apparently she had no choice.
Dr. Joseph left the room as Marsha sat up. Ming was hovering around in one corner of the room, a big bimbo grin on her stupid bimbo face. Marsha stuck out her tongue, and scurried out of the room, somewhat astonished at her own temerity. What had gotten into her today?
"Hiiiiii, Maci!" Noor said when Marsha stepped out into the front office. "You're gonna, like, make a 'ppointment an' stuff? Like, when are we gonna see you again?"
"Well, uh, when's the next opening?" Marsha asked, throttling down her aversion to bimbos. Dr. Joseph might be a halfway decent dentist, but he had a teenager's taste in women. Perhaps his surgery assistant wouldn't be quite as stupid.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Noor said, neatly summing up the extent of her thought processes. "Ummmmmmm, there's, like, a slot next Tuesday. The computer says that's, like, um, one, two, three, four, five days away." The damn bimbo had to actually count to five using her fingers. What would happen if Marsha paid for her appointment in cash? Would Noor need to take off her shoes to count to twenty?
"Tuesday works," Marsha said curtly. "What time?"
"Uhhhhhhh..." Noor repeated. "Uhhhh, like, twelve noon?"
"That'll do," Marsha said, making a note of the time and date. "Do I need to pay anything right now?" She needed to get out of here and go home, where she definitely wasn't going to masturbate to the thought of Dr. Joseph taking her hard. Nope, she definitely wasn't about to do that.
"Nope!" Noor said perkily. "You're, like, totes covered! See ya later, Maci! Buh-bye!"
Marsha pushed the door open, barely restraining herself from correcting the bimbo. What was the fucking point? If some stupid Arabic bimbo wanted to call her a stupid bimbo name, Marsha wasn't going to bother correcting her. The damn bimbo would just forget, anyway.
All the way back in her car, Marsha was silent on the surface, but beneath, she seethed with barely suppressed lust. Little as she wanted to admit it, both Ming and Noor had been very attractive women. She'd never exactly been the sort of person to notice female beauty, or care about anyone's, even her own.
But for all their annoying bimbosity, Noor and Ming had been highly attractive women. Sure, they'd had the figures of cartoon women, but if any non-cartoons could pull off those kinds of proportions, it was Noor and Ming. Luscious, voluptuous women, with the faces to match their bosoms.
What had happened, Marsha wondered, that she was thinking of women in such a way? She had a vague memory of something about Ming, but she could've just imagined that. Surely someone as professional as Dr. Joseph wouldn't allow his hygienists to kiss his patients. She had a much harder time imagining that.
By the time she pulled into her driveway, Marsha was feeling very good. So much so that she didn't scurry away when she noticed Lacey walking over. Maybe she needed to try talking to someone new. It might help her break out of her old habits.
"Hello!" Lacey said, smiling. She looked just as gorgeous up close as she did from a distance. The younger woman had a petite frame, but a good set of curves in spite of that. Wavy blonde hair hung down past her shoulders, framing a fine-boned face with blue eyes and a snub nose. If there were ever an exhibition at a museum about "Wholesome-Looking American Girls", Lacey could be its centerpiece.
Marsha, in contrast, was all too aware of her own... subpar looks. She was a couple steps beyond "pudgy", but not quite downright "fat". Part of it was probably that she didn't get out much, which limited the amount she could exercise, though she did have a treadmill and an elliptical in her basement. The other part might have to do with her genetics.
Some women were just naturally prone to taking on fat. Which made sense, of course, from an evolutionary standpoint. But it was more than a bit awkward these days, when food was plentiful for Marsha and women like Lacey were the platonic ideal of womanhood. Marsha's grandmother had been fat, her aunts were even tubbier, and her mother, bless her heart, had eaten herself into a very large early grave. She tried to balance her natural tendencies with healthy, homemade food, but that only went so far. And making regular visits to the grocery store was a bit hard to manage for a shut-in.
All that explained why Marsha felt more than a bit envious of Lacey. If she had a good personality to go with her good looks, that would just make it worse for Marsha's self-esteem. Someone this beautiful should be an ugly bitch on the inside. Of course, she barely knew the woman. Maybe this was some kind of façade.
"Sorry to bother you," Lacey went on, "but I realized that I've been your neighbor for almost a year, and we've never talked in that time. I'm Lacey. You're Marsha, right?"
"Uh, yes," Marsha replied. It occurred to her that this was one of the first times she'd spoken to anyone in person for months. She tried not to fuck it up.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Marsha," Lacey went on, blithely unaware of Marsha's internal monologue. "I was just wondering if I could borrow some sugar so I can make a batch of my Mom's snickerdoodles. I just ran out, and I'd rather not make a grocery store run if I don't have to."
"Um, sure," Marsha said, stepping out of the car. She felt a chill run down her spine as she really stepped out of her comfort zone for the first time in ages. First Dr. Joseph's office, now this. She could only hope this sort of thing wasn't going to be a daily occurrence.
"So, I hardly ever see you leave, Marsha," Lacey said, following in the older woman's footsteps. "Do you work from home, or something?"
"Yeah," Marsha said, itching for an excuse to tell the girl to shut up. At least, she thought she was. For now, at least, she was going to pretend to be at ease.
"Yeah," she said again. "I'm an editor at a big publishing house, and I prefer to work on things from home." She unlocked the garage door and carefully opened it, making sure neither Napoleon nor Gibbon lurked near the door, seeking an escape route.
Marsha stepped inside, and Lacey followed. Napoleon appeared from nowhere right in front of the neighbor's feet, and she barely avoided tripping on him. "Hey there, kitty," she said. She knelt a bit and started scratching Napoleon behind his ears. He purred loudly and pushed into the friendly fingers.
Gibbon popped up from behind the couch, and waltzed over to Lacey's feet. She diverted one of her hands to Gibbon's neck, and he added his purr to Napoleon's. The two cats looked up at the neighbor happily, and Marsha looked on, feeling surprisingly happy. At least Lacey was good with cats, though she wasn't sure why that should be important at all.
"Here, you can have this bag of sugar," Marsha said, handing over a 2-pound bag of sugar. "I got it to use when I make coffee, but I hardly ever make coffee. Really, I don't need it."
"Well, thanks," Lacey replied. "And I'll bring some of the cookies over here when I finish, because I certainly can't eat a whole pan all by myself." She chuckled. "Well, I suppose I could," she added, "but I can't do it very often."
"Oh, you don't need to do that," Marsha protested weakly. Deep inside, she knew that she actually couldn't wait for the cookies to be finished, so that Lacey could come back over. But she couldn't just come out and say that. It was so against the grain for her to welcome company, that she automatically tried to avoid the possibility.
"That's what neighbors are for, honey," Lacey replied, with a dazzling smile. "I'll probably bring them over tomorrow, okay? And we can have some tea, and talk about cats and stuff."
"Sure," Marsha replied, caving in to her neighbor's bubbly enthusiasm for neighborliness. "You can come over any time you like. Just try to let me know in advance."
"Gotcha," Lacey said, giving Napoleon one last scratch. He purred and rubbed up against her legs, looking up expectantly. "Come on, you silly cat," Marsha said, picking the tabby up and cradling him in her arms.
"See you then," Lacey said, opening the garage door and stepping out. Marsha waved at her, then ducked back inside, still holding a loudly protesting Napoleon in her arms. She was left to wonder, as she closed the garage door, just what had gotten into her since the dentist's office. And why she'd picked up Napoleon, when she knew he didn't like being picked up. Moments before he could sink his claws into her flesh, she let him go, and sunk down on her couch, deep in thought.
Five days later
"Thanks for the ride," Marsha said to Lacey, as they entered the parking lot. "I really, really didn't want to impose, but..."
"Oh, please," Lacey replied, waving away Marsha's effusiveness. "It's not that big a deal, and you weren't imposing. I was headed out this way to begin with. You said the surgery's supposed to take an hour or so, right?"
"Yeah, that's what the email said," Marsha consulted her smartphone. "But I really mean it when I thank you. I didn't know anyone who'd do this for me until you introduced yourself. Seriously, thank you."
"Oh, come on," Lacey said, her cheeks flaming a bit. "It really isn't that much of a problem for me. Seriously, any neighbor would do the same, right?"
"Of course," Marsha said, her cheeks flaming a bit, too. "So I'll see you in a little bit." She stepped out of the car and added, over her shoulder, "And, Lacey? Thank you." She walked away feeling better about herself than she ever had before.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Noor warbled as Marsha walked through the front door. Marsha sighed a bit, but her heart just wasn't in it. She still found the Arabic bimbo annoying, but she really couldn't bring herself to puncture her obvious happiness. In a certain way, it was actually nice to see the energy Noor brought to her job.
"Uh, you're, like, Maci, right?" the bimbo added, her face scrunching up into a pouty little frown. Marsha rolled her eyes and said, "Yes, that's me. Where should I go?"
"I dunno," Noor replied, then she seemed to remember something. "Oh yeah! You're, like, doing the surgery thingy, right? You totes wanna go to room 69!" She giggled. "Just gotta go, like, all the way down the hall! You can't miss it!"
"Okay," Marsha said, opening the door that would let her leave Noor behind. The hall was about the same as before, but she went all the way down this time. Noor was right about one thing - she couldn't miss room 69. Not with a big huge number on its door.
She entered the surgery room, and found herself in the company of two more bimbos. One was Ming, from the other day, who giggled and waved, bouncing up and down. The other was an equally curvy redhead, who looked up from a tray of tools and giggled.
Marsha was moderately okay with Ming, if only from familiarity. But she wasn't sure about the redhead. Ming at least wore scrubs. The redhead seemed to have taken her professional fashion cues from a nurse-themed porno set in the 1950s. Her outfit was tight and white, with a miniskirt so short Marsha expected to see a little bit of red fuzz poking out.
For just a second, Marsha considered turning around and leaving. There were plenty of other dentists who could handle this. And odds were, they wouldn't have bimbos on their staff.
But she took a seat on the chair in the center of the room, and allowed herself to lay back. The redhead giggled and flounced over, mask in hand. "Time to go nightie-night!" she exclaimed, and put the mask over Marsha's nose and face. As Marsha inhaled, she felt the world around her dissolving away, bit by bit. The last things she saw before dropping into unconsciousness were the redhead's freckled boobs jiggling.
The blackness pulled away in front of Maci, to reveal a vast cavern. She was about halfway from the top, floating in a sea of huge bubbles. Why hadn't any of the bubbles popped? She peered into one and saw long rows of double-spaced text in a binder - a manuscript she'd read before.
No sooner had Maci peered into the bubble, than it popped. She reeled back in surprise, as she felt other bubbles popping around her. A smaller bubble containing what appeared to be a battle of some kind popped right in her face, covering her in something wet. The only response that felt right was giggling, and so she giggled. Her giggle seemed to make the bubbles pop faster, so she giggled again, just to see what would happen.
The bubbles beneath her seemed to collapse, and Maci squeaked as she felt herself plummeting to the bottom of the cavern. She was pretty sure none of this was real, but it sure felt really. Fortunately, not all the bubbles beneath her had popped.
Maci landed on the handful of remaining bubbles hard enough to drive the air from her lungs. But otherwise, she felt pretty much awesomer than ever before. So she did the obvious thing. She giggled.
Two of the bubbles beneath her swelled in size at her giggle. She squeaked and rolled over, peering into the one she was still on. It was hard, at first, to tell exactly what was happening, but gradually she was able to make out something that looked like a porno. This bubble was definitely all about fucking.
For some reason, the thought of fucking all the time, fucking everyone, fucking everywhere, fucking for any reason at all, made Maci giggle uncontrollably. Beneath her, the bubbles grew larger and larger and larger so very, very quickly. The fucking bubble seemed to grow larger, but Maci could barely tell. She was so caught up in giggling.
When the bubble reached the ceiling, with her still on top of it, Maci squealed in surprise. The ceiling felt surprisingly warm to the touch, which was nice, given that the bubble had covered everything else around her. Maybe if she just kept on doing what she'd been doing...
She giggled, and the whole cavern vanished in a wet pop.
"Ms. Smith?" said a familiar male voice. "Ms. Smith, can you hear me? Can you see this?" A bright light shone in Maci's eyes, and she waved it away with a giggle.
"Like, of course I can, you big sillypants!" Maci replied, blinking her eyes as the world appeared around her again. The room was much like she remembered from before the mask went on, only she felt much funner. She giggled, and the two bimbos in the room joined in.
"Excellent, excellent," Dr. Joseph replied. "The surgery seems to have worked quite well. Are you feeling well?"
"Oh, yeah! I, like, feel like a million bucks!" Maci chirped, then tried to frown. It came out as a pout, but she continued on anyway. "'Cept my titties kinda hurt a bit." She looked down at her chest.
"I thought my titties were, like, so much more tinier," Maci pouted. "Now I gotta, like, buy a whole new wardrobe and shit!"
"You can start with this outfit," Dr. Joseph said, gesturing at a tiny pile of spandex and leather on a tray next to the chair. Maci cooed at the sight and jumped to her feet. She ripped off her old, boring clothes and plunged enthusiastically into the new outfit.
When she had finished, Maci looked down at herself. "Ain't I, like, the cutest?" she asked Dr. Joseph, who smiled. "Try looking in the mirror," he said, pointing behind her.
Maci spun around and found herself facing a full-length mirror that had somehow appeared in the surgery room. "Oooooh, I'm just, like, soooo totes fuckable!" she squealed. Her titties were so much bigger, and her tiny outfit spotlighted that.
A small spandex top barely covered the upper edges of her nipples, and stopped far short of her bellybutton. Below her waist, a tiny leather thong technically covered her pussy, but she could see a little shock of hair poking out. "All the boys and girls are gonna totes eat me up, aren't they, Dr. Joseph?" she said, looking over her shoulder.
"They sure will," Dr. Joseph said, smiling. "Perhaps you should put on some different shoes, though." He held out a ridiculously high pair of stilettos.
"Oh yeah!" Maci replied brightly. "These old shoes, like, hurt my feet and shit. And those are soooo much more fuckable!" She tossed her old, serviceable shoes to the side and wriggled her feet into the heels.
"Alright, off with you," Dr. Joseph said, making a shooing motion. "Your friend is waiting for you in the waiting room. I'll bet you want to give her a little present for being so nice to you." He took the two bimbos by the arm and pulled them close to his body.
"Oh totes yeah!" Maci gushed. "Like, thanks a ton, Dr. Joseph!"
"My pleasure," Dr. Joseph, and the bimbos giggled. Maci giggled in reply, and stepped out of the surgery room. She shut the door behind her, but not before she heard a thud and a zipper being unzipped.
She jiggled her way down the hallway, heels clicking on the floor. When she opened the door, Noor sat behind the desk, giggling at something. "Oh hiiiiiii!" she said as Maci opened the door. "I like your friend, Maci! She's gonna be, like, totes hot!"
"Marsha?" Laci asked, her voice slurred. She was sprawled across a row of chairs, and she looked a bit out of it. Her pants were unzipped and halfway down. A pink thong covered her pussy, though she had shoved it aside to stick her fingers into that pink crevice.
"Awwww, you're, like, so cute," Maci replied. "You're totes right, Noor. Laci's gonna be, like, such a yummy fuckable treat." She stepped over to her befuddled neighbor and pulled Laci's fingers out. "I got, like, a much awesomer pussy for you, 'kay?"
"Huh?" Laci said, then she squeaked as her hand plunged into Maci's pussy. Maci giggled and reciprocated, sticking a whole hand up Laci's pussy. The two neighbors squeaked as Laci rolled over and fell off the chairs, bringing Maci down to the floor with her.
Maci sat up on her cute little butt and pulled Laci closer. "Come on, Laci," she said, wrinkling her nose. "You're gonna lick my pussy, and we're, like, both gonna be hot bimbos! We're gonna fuck, like, everyone in the world!"
"Wha?" Laci replied, as Maci spread her legs. "C'mon, let's fuck, hot stuff!" Maci said. She unbuckled her thong and pushed an unresisting Laci towards the wet crevice. "Lick me, cutie-pie!"
Laci's tongue licked out, into Maci's pink folds. "Oh yeah, keep on licking, you dumb slut," Maci moaned. "You and me are gonna fuck so hard. And we're gonna be the bestest bimbos in the whole fucking world!"
The two women writhed around on the floor, oblivious to anything around else around them. Maci found her vision narrowing, as her whole body rose to a climax. She gasped as her whole being came to the peak of ecstasy, and she came.
As she once again became aware of the world around her, Maci noticed that her cum was surprisingly plentiful. Most of it had splattered onto Laci's face, but there were stray bits that had hit the carpet, and she could still feel some dripping from her pussy. "H- hey. Laci," she said, still unsteady with lust. "Lick up all that shit, 'kay?"
Laci nodded, a dazed expression on her face beneath the cum. As Maci watched, her neighbor began cleaning up the mess. Every bit of cum, Maci observed, seemed to inflate Laci just a bit more. Her blond neighbor grew blonder, and bit by bit, curvier. Maybe Maci was just being full of pride or shit, but she thought that the end result didn't hold a candle to her own bimbo body.
The last bit of cum in the carpet was hard to get out, but Laci managed. And when she finished, Maci held out her cupped hands, in which she held the remainder of her cum, the stuff that had leaked out of her pussy. Laci giggled and licked it out of Maci's hands. It was the last little bit that completed Laci's transformation, and the two bimbos sat on the floor, looking at each other.
They were practically mirror images of each other, though Maci was a bit more bimboey. Both had long, flowing platinum blond hair. Both had enormous titties, and big jiggly butts. The only real difference, in Maci's opinion, was that she had a decent tan, and her titties might be a bit bigger.
Laci giggled, and Maci giggled back. Noor, behind the counter, giggled with them. They looked up at her, and she tittered wildly. "You guys are, like, totes hot and shit, but you gotta go somewhere else now. Dr. Joseph has some other appointment soon."
"Okey-dokey," Maci replied cheerily. "We gotta, like, shop and shit, anyhow. Come on, Laci." Laci moaned something that sounded like, "Nooooo," so Maci dipped a finger into her pussy and held it out.
The other bimbo responded immediately, lunging towards the musky smell of cum. Maci carefully kept it just out of Laci's grasp, maneuvering her bimbo into standing up. With her heels being so tall, it was easy to keep her finger out of reach. But once Laci had stood all the way up, Maci let her lick the finger clean.
Laci moved to squat back down, trying to get to Maci's pussy again. "No, no, no," Maci said. She put her arm around Laci's shoulder and held the other bimbo close. "We gotta go, Laci. C'mon, c'mon."
The two bimbos staggered out of the office and into the light. Laci was still totally out of it, so Maci steered the two of them towards the car. "Hey, Laci," she said. "Hey, girl, wake up. You, like, totes gotta tell me where I can get some sexy shit to wear. Laci!"
"Huh? Sexy... uh, uh, you're totes sexy without clothes and shit," Laci muttered. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Maci propped her friend up against the car and started looking for the keys. "Oh, um, uh," Laci said, gathering her thoughts, "Uh, you, like, want the keys or what?"
"Like, totes yeah," Maci replied. "C'mon, cutie-pie, snap out of it. You gotta drive, 'member?"
"Oh! Oh yeah!" Laci said, returning to full consciousness. "Uh, my keys are in, like, the back pocket of my pants." She pouted. "Now that my butt's, like, so cute and big, they're, like, digging in and it totes hurts and shit."
"Okey-dokey!" Maci said, fishing out the keys carefully. Laci moved to get in on the passenger side, and Maci grabbed her wrist. "No, you big sillypants," she said, "that's, like, my side of the car. You gotta drive, and, like do all that shit."
"I totes knew that," Laci replied, edging around the front of the car. "I was just, like, testing to see that you, like, remembered."
"Nuh-uh," Maci said, sticking her tongue out. "You're a big silly bimbo now, and you forgot where the drivy stuff is. If I hadn't, like, reminded you, you'd be totes lost."
"You're a big silly bimbo," Laci retorted. "You're the one who, like, did this shit to me. How come you get to be the boss of me?"
"'Cause I'm still a smarty-pants," Maci said, hopping into the passenger seat. "You're a big ol' dumbo now, and that means you gotta do what I say. And that means you gotta drive when I, like, tell you to drive."
"No!" Laci said, starting up the engine, after five failed attempts at sticking the key into the ignition. "I ain't no big dumbo! You're, like, a more big dumbo than me!"
"Oh yeah?" Maci said. "Then what's 1 + 1?"
"That's so easy," Laci replied. "It's, like, one-one, or eleven, or, ya know, whatever the shit that dumb number is."
"No, it's not," Maci said. "It's 2. I'm, like, really fuckin' sure of that."
"Awww, that ain't fair," Laci said. She fiddled with the air conditioning and pressed the gas pedal, but they were still in park. "I hate math. Ask me, like, something about geo... geo... geographics, or whatever."
"Uh, okay," Maci replied. "If you're really a smartypants, like me, then you gotta answer this. What's, like, the capital of America?"
"Oooh, I totes know this!" Laci said, as she tried to shift into reverse using the stereo. "The capital's America City! Or no, wait, it's New York City! That's the capital!"
"Nope." Maci frowned. "It's, like, Washington, even though there's, like, a state called Washington. I dunnoh why. But you're totes not a smartypants the way I am. That's why you gotta do what I say!"
"Awww," Laci pouted. "That's, like, totes no fair. We're both bimbos, ya know. Why can't we, like, just be bimbos together?"
"'Cause if I didn't do any of the thinky stuff, you'd, like, never get any shit done." Maci pointed at the shifter. "And you gotta use that to get into reverse. Move it 'till it's up against the 'R'."
"That's totes what I was about to do," Laci retorted, though she'd been fiddling with the side-view mirrors. She put the car into reverse and backed out with surprising care. Maybe Laci just needed a good start to be a driving bimbo.
"Now, we're not gonna go back home yet," Maci said, as they pulled up to the parking lot exit. "You're gonna take me to, like, the best place for sexy clothes you've ever gone to. Any ideas?"
"Oh." Laci paused for a very long moment to think, and then brightened. "Oh, yah, I totes know where to go! There's this, like, boutick or boutek or boutique, or, like, however you say that shit. It's called Kandy's Klothes, and it's, like, only a couple miles away." She scratched her forehead. "But I'm not sure, like, which couple of miles away. I mean, do we go, like, left, or right? Or straight, maybe?"
"Don't go straight," Maci warned. Straight didn't lead into anything. If they went a couple miles straight, they'd probably crash through a couple houses on the way. "Here, lemme look it up on my phone."
Maci pulled up a map app and typed in "Candy's Clothes". The app corrected her by inserting the "K"s and she rolled her eyes. "Uh, 'kay now. It says, uh, take a left. Then..."
Laci turned right, directly into the path of a semi-trailer. She barely missed getting splattered, managing, at the last second, to reach the second lane. "Aw, fuck!" Maci squealed, gripping the dash. The semi honked indignantly as it passed them by.
"Fuck, Laci, that was right, not left!" Maci said, barely containing herself. "I told you to go left!"
"What? I, like, thought that was left!" Laci replied. Then she started crying. "I'm soooo sorry, Maci! I totes shoulda listened to you! I'm sorry!"
"Look, just pull over, 'kay?" Maci said. "Pull over onto that street, and we'll, like, get all turned around right and shit." She flinched as Laci changed lanes right ahead of a minivan. And she flinched again when Laci turned right suddenly and barely missed a plumber's van.
"Omigod, omigod, omigod!" Laci squealed. "Omigod, I'm, like, so terrible at driving and shit! Omigod, Maci, you drive! You drive!"
"Stop freaking out!" Maci yelled at the top of her lungs. Laci pouted and subsided into silence. "Look, I totes get that you're a dumb bimbo. Honestly, I'm, like, not that much more smarter. But you gotta drive, Laci. You gotta be my driver bimbo for now. When we're done with shit, we'll go and have some fun, 'kay?"
"'Kay," Laci replied quietly. Her eyes were downcast and her mouth was drawn into a pout. "I'll, like, drive for you, Maci. 'Cause we're friends."
"That's right," Maci said soothingly. "That's right. Now let's get back on the road, 'kay? You're gonna turn left outta here."
"Uh, left," Laci said. "Gotcha." This time, she managed to turn left, and she did so without any near-misses. Maci smiled and patted her bimbo friend on the back. "'Kay," Maci said. "Now you gotta turn left at..."
The rest of the drive to Kandy's Klothes was mostly uneventful, except for a left turn of dubious wisdom, which made Maci clutch at the dash again. But both of them were still alive when Laci pulled into the shopping center that housed the boutique. "Taa-daa!" she chirped, with no apparent sign that she'd been crying not that long ago.
"Okey-dokey," Maci said, as Laci pulled into a parking space. They unbuckled together and stepped out into the mostly empty parking lot. "You're, like, rilly sure this place has sexy clothes, right?" Maci said, surveying the run-down shopping center.
"Oh, yah, Kandy's got, like, totes sexy shit. And she's, like, pretty hawt herself!" Laci grinned widely. "'Course, she's nowhere near as sexy as, like, you or me!"
"Well, we'll, like, have to see about that," Maci murmured, giving her pussy a good hard rub. She lifted her hand to her nose and breathed in the smell of her own pussy juice. To her side, Laci moaned a bit, but seemed to have herself pretty much under control.
Laci led the way into the store, holding the door for Maci. It was a slightly grimy store, but the racks seemed to hold all kinds of spandex, nylon, and leather clothes. Though most of them were so tiny, Maci could hardly imagine them covering up a baby. This was definitely the place.
"Hi, can I help you?" said a young Asian woman, stepping out from behind a partition. Laci squealed and bounded forward. "Hey, Kandy!" she chirped. "It's, like, totes me!"
"Um, do I know you?" Kandy replied. Laci closed the gap between them and squeezed the store owner in a tight, boob-filled hug. "Silly Kandy," Laci replied. "I'm Laci!"
"Wait, seriously?" Kandy said, looking Laci up and down. "You know, you can drop the bimbo act. And when did you get those implants?"
"It's, like, not an act, Kandypants!" Laci replied. She smothered Kandy with another hug. "And I don't have, like, no implants!"
"So you do have implants?" Kandy asked. "Because a double negaaa..." She lapsed into a low moan as Maci came nearer, and the musk of her pussy juice pervaded the air.
Maci took another bit of pussy juice on her hand. "Laci's just, like, a bimbo," she told Kandy, who stumbled towards Maci's outstretched hand. "Just like me. Just like you, pretty soon!"
"Biiiiimboooooo," Kandy moaned. "Yes, a bimbo," Maci said patiently. "But first, you gotta, like, answer some questions for me."
"Annnythiiiing..." Kandy replied, trailing off. Maci rubbed the pussy juice in the palm of her hand into Kandy's hair. "Is your, like, real name, like, Kandy?" Maci asked.
"Nnnnnooooope," Kandy said, pressing into Maci's titties. "'M name's Kaylee Stein. Thought Kandy sounded sexy and stuff."
Before Maci could think to point out how unusual such a name was for an Asian woman, Kandy added, "An' before you say an'thin'... M' mom an' dad n' shit adopted me. An' shit. From, uh, Vietnam, or somethin'."
"Okey-dokey," Maci said, a couple stray thoughts popping into her head. "I also wanna know, like, what kinda stuff do you have? 'Cause you got, like, clothes and stuff, but do you have, I dunnoh, like, vibrators or shit? You got any whips?"
"Uhhhhh..." Kandy moaned. "Ummm, yah, there's a buncha shit in th' back. Can't, uh... Can't put it out front where kids an' shit might see it... Ooooh... Wanna..."
"I'll, like, totes let you lick me if you answer my last question," Maci said. She smeared another finger load of pussy juice all over Kandy's surprisingly unsexy clothes. "Wh- wh- whassit?" Kandy asked, her eyes unfocused. Drool began to collect in one corner of her mouth.
"Can I, like, take whatever if I let you lick my pussy?" Maci asked. Kandy moaned loudly and dropped to her knees. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!" The dazed businesswoman looked up at Maci. "Please, please, please?"
"Sure," Maci said, offhandedly. Kandy lunged at Maci's pussy and clawed aside the thong. The rumpled and heated-up businesswoman frantically licked at Maci's pussy as if she were milking it for every last bit of fluid. It wasn't exactly the sexiest shit, but Maci was feeling pretty aroused.
Her body warmed once again with arousal, from head to toe. Maci groaned and pushed Kandy's face deeper into her pussy. In the corner of her awareness, she noticed Laci masturbating furiously. She grinned happily and leaned against a column, allowing Kandy to do all the work to bring her to climax.
Less than a minute later, Maci orgasmed. Her climax, once again, caused a huge load of cum to splash all over Kandy's face. The formerly-respectable businesswoman eagerly licked up all the bits of cum she could find. Maci leaned back against the column and wiped her sweaty forehead.
"Oh yeah!" Maci said, as a thought popped into her head. "I, like, totes forgot! Kandy, or Kaylee, or whatever your name was. You oughta be Kaci, now that you're, like, a bimbo and shit." Kaci nodded eagerly, then went back to picking up a bit of cum that had fallen on the dirty floor.
Maci rolled her eyes and scraped together some of the cum that had clung to her thighs and crotch. "Here ya go," she told Kaci, who lapped up every last bit. The Vietnamese bimbo ended up sporting great black hair and a tremendous pair of titties, but her ass was truly remarkable. It was huge, jiggly, and just begging for someone to shove a dildo up it.
Ten minutes later, as the three bimbos browsed through the back of the store, Maci did just that. Kaci squealed in pain and delight, and Laci tried to one-up the Vietnamese girl with a dildo twice as long and twice as wide. She succeeded, but only just. "C'mon, Laci, you gotta, like, take that out," Maci told her. "You can't even, like, walk or shit."
A pouting Laci removed the dildo and just as quickly fixated on a remote-controlled gel vibrator. Kaci worked the dildo in her ass, climaxing several times on the floor of her own shop. Only Maci had enough mental capacity, though that wasn't saying much, to keep browsing and setting aside sexy clothes and toys.
When Maci had filled eight large bags with clothes, and four bags with sex toys, she waved at Laci and Kaci. The two bimbos had found their way to each other's pussies, and both seemed content to just roll around on the floor. "Hey, you big dumbos," Maci said. "We gotta, like, go now."
Obediently, Laci and Kaci got up. "'Kay, Laci, you're gonna, like, start carrying this shit out to the car," Maci said, handing a bag to the other blond bimbo. "'Kay-kay," Laci replied, and bounced towards the front door.
"Uh, like, what about me?" Kaci asked. Her face shaped itself into a pout. Maci patted the Vietnamese bimbo on her head. "Like, don't worry, silly, you're gonna do some shit too. Oh!" Maci slapped herself on the forehead and called to Laci, who was about to open the front door, "Stop, Laci! Come on back here!"
Laci pouted the whole way back, and dropped the bag at Maci's feet. "Like, what?" Laci said.
"I, like, totes forgot that you gotta put on your new clothes. You too, Kaci." Maci produced a purple spandex "dress" and tossed it to Laci. The other blond sighed and wriggled out of the remains of her old, boring clothes. When she finally managed to fit herself into the spandex outfit, it covered a bit more than half of each nipple and just enough of her butt to make her technically decent.
"And your heels, too." Maci handed over a set of sequined stilettos. They weren't as tall as Maci's own heels, but they were still pretty damn high. "You just gotta, like, take that shit off when you're driving, and stuff. 'Cause you, like, can't drive in heels."
"'Kay-kay," Laci said grumpily. "Can I, like, start taking stuff out?" Maci rubbed her temple and then brightened. "No, there's, like, one more thing that I, like, nearly forgot."
She pulled out a sparkly pink dog collar. It wasn't an actual dog collar, but it looked pretty close to the real deal. The heart-shaped tag on the front read "SLUT" in pink letters. Laci slipped it on, let Maci pull it shut, and picked up the bag she'd dropped a little while ago.
"Like, when do I, like, get a, like, sooper hawt outfit like Laci?" Kaci whined. Maci thought for a minute, then grabbed a couple of the few remaining items from a nearby clothing rack. She handed them over to Kaci, who immediately set about shedding her businessy clothes.
The top was basically a spandex band that went over Kaci's nipples, rendering them technically covered. Except for the fact that said nipples were fully erect and entirely visible through the spandex. The bottom was a sheer skirt that, measured by length, seemed modest. It actually reached near to Kaci's knees. Except for the fact that it was just a single layer of sheer nylon, allowing for any casual viewer to peer through and see Kaci's pussy.
As for Kaci's shoes, Maci chose the most unstable pair of heels she could find in the store. That would spotlight her jiggly ass as she wiggled and shook her way around the world. Kaci wouldn't have to jiggle her ass deliberately, if her shoes did it for her.
"You know, we're gonna, like, all go out an' get tattoos," Maci said, sorting through a pile of sexy dog collars. "And I can, like, totes see what you're gonna get." She found a ridiculously spiky one, and fastened it around Kaci's neck. That way, the Vietnamese bimbo would be forced to look straight ahead, and never down.
"'Kay now," Maci said, satisfied at her outfitting of this bootylicious bimbo. "You're gonna, like, help me close this place up, 'kay?"
Kaci wrinkled her nose in puzzlement. "Like, how'm I gonna do that?"
"Aw, c'mon," Maci replied. "You gotta, like, remember how you useta close up, right? You, like, lock doors and shit? You clean out the cash register? Any of that, like, ring a bell?"
"Oh!" Kaci said, brightening. "I, like, used to, like, totes do that shit, like, every day!"
Maci rolled her eyes, and grabbed the much shorter bimbo by the shoulders. "Then go and, like, do all that shit!" she said. She pushed Kaci forward, setting the other bimbo's ass jiggling. Kaci flailed her arms for a little while, trying to get some semblance of balance.
Eventually, though, Kaci was able to check on all the doors and shit. Her progress wasn't exactly swift, but she was doing the job. In the meantime, Maci had opened the cash register, and found a surprisingly decent amount of money. Plenty of tens and twenties, and beneath the drawer, she even found a couple hundreds.
Leaving behind about a hundred dollars of change in various denominations, Maci took the rest and stuffed it into a bag from behind the counter. Laci returned for the next-to-last bag, just as Kaci finished the rest of the closing up things.
"Kaci, you're gonna, like, take the last bag, 'kay?" Maci said. Kaci nodded eagerly and started picking up the bag. She seemed to be getting the hang of walking on unsteady heels, but the huge bag was a bit too much. Maci took pity on her newest bimbo friend, and helped Kaci steady the whole thing.
As Kaci tottered out of the store, Maci, taking up the key ring, flipped the sign out front to "CLOSED" and locked the front door. They were gonna make this place into a serious destination someday. First, though, they all needed to get really sexed up and stuff.
Laci had already started the car up, before Kaci had even gotten out of the front door. Maci crossed the parking lot as fast as she could to help Kaci fit the last bag into the trunk. It was a tight squeeze, but they got it in.
"Ohhhh!" Laci said, slapping her forehead, right as Maci opened the passenger side door. "I, like, totes forgot about work." She smiled over at Maci, who had pulled herself into the car.
"Like, what about it?" Maci asked. She shut the door and buckled her seatbelt.
"'Kay-kay. Uh, you, like, know how I, like, never told you what my, like, actual job is?" Laci said, carefully pulling out of the parking space. "All I, like, said was that it's, like, the night shift."
"Yuh-huh," Maci said.
"Well, that's cuz I used to be, like, sooper worried and shit," Laci said. She turned onto the road surprisingly well, and Maci gave a minute sigh of relief. "I was, like, totes worried that if I, like, told ya what I, like, do, you'd think I was terrible. Cuz I'm, like, a stripper."
"Oh," Maci said. It made a lot of sense, she supposed. The old Laci had been pretty good-looking anyway, and she'd always been out at night and stuff.
"Yeah, so I totes forgot that I'm, like, supposed to go in tonight." Laci twiddled a piece of her platinum blond hair between two fingers. "It's s'posed to be, like, amateur night, but the boss always, like, wants a couple of us there, in case there's, like, not enough amateurs. Or, like, in case they all suck."
"Oooh." An idea struck Maci with the force of a skirt flying into a crowd of horny men. "Are you, like, saying we should, like, go to amateur night?" Maci was thinking as much as she could about the idea, and it sounded like a good one.
"Yah!" Laci said excitedly bouncing a little in her seat. "I mean, you guys would all, like, clean up from the audience. And there's totes gonna be a buncha cute chicks, too! You could, like, turn 'em all into bimbos!"
The more she thought about, the more it seemed like a good idea to Maci. Kaci seemed to be unable to speak, but she was nodding enthusiastically. "Let's, like, go be strippers!" she shouted, and Laci shouted, "Yay!"
About twenty minutes later, they found themselves parked behind a nondescript brick building. There weren't a whole lot of other cars there, even though amateur night was supposed to begin in about twenty minutes. Maybe they wouldn't have a lot of competition.
Laci was about to dash in, but Maci held her back. "C'mon, we gotta, like, get stripper clothes to put on." Kaci had already teetered out to the back of the car. She popped it open, and Laci rushed back to find an outfit.
Fortunately, the best stripper clothes had gone into the last bag, the one that Kaci had carried out. "Here ya go," Maci said, tossing a bundle to Laci. "That work for you?"
"Yah yah, it's, like, totes my theme." Laci sorted out the bundle and held up the top and bottom. It was something that could best be described as "sexy farmgirl". The bottom was a tight, short jean skirt, while the top had overalls printed on it. Maci offered her a pair of more reasonable heels, but she waved them away. "I can, like, handle these," she said, flashing one of her heels.
Kaci rummaged in the bag for herself, and came out with a tight pair of latex pants. "Uh, you sure you can, like, take those off, Kaci?" Laci asked. "Cuz part of being a stripper is, like, ya know, stripping? And that would be, like, sooper hard for even, like, me."
Maci pulled out a tiny thong bikini, then a top and a bottom that looked like a business suit, but cut-down and sexier. "Put the bikini on, like, underneath," she told the black-haired bimbo. "Then put on, like, the sexy suit, and, like, strip that off."
"Ohhhh!" Kaci said, her face lighting up. "That, like, makes so much sense! Thanks, Maci!"
"I'm gonna, like, take Little Miss Sugarass inside, 'kay-kay?" Laci took a pair of more sensible heels for Kaci and pulled the other bimbo towards the club's backdoor. Maci barely acknowledged their departure, because she was digging through the bag, looking for a good starting outfit.
She found it just as the other bimbos entered the club. For her underwear, she picked out a set of decorative lingerie that was mostly mesh, except for a few strategically obscured areas. On top of that, she planned to put a faux-scientist outfit, complete with a very tight "lab coat". She even had a set of unnecessary glasses to use as a prop.
For just a second, Maci considered putting on a more reasonable set of heels. She was an amateur, after all. No one would fault her for that. But she loved her tall heels. Even if she tripped over herself on the way to the pole, she would find a way to make that sexy.
So she gathered up her outfit, closed the car, and walked towards the backdoor. Right as she was about to reach for the handle, it burst open, and another woman stomped out, right into Maci. "Ooopsies!" Maci said, as the two of them collided. She grabbed onto a rail, and was able to keep from falling over.
"Oh!" said the new woman. "I'm so sorry about that." She'd bounced off of Maci's chest and nearly ended up falling on her ass.
"Nah, it's, like, no big deal," Maci chirped. She gave the new woman a hug. "Anyhoo, my name is, like, Maci, and I'm totes happy to meet you. Like, what's your name?"
"I'm Rachel," the new woman said. Then she wrinkled her nose. "Oh, God, you're just like Lacey and her bimbo friend! Man, I'm out of here."
Maci put an arm around Rachel's shoulder, drawing the other woman in closer. "Oh, babe. I'm, like, so much better than Laci and Kaci." Rachel struggled a bit, but she was no match for Maci, even one-armed.
"I- What..." Rachel mumbled. "What are you... Oh, what's that smell? Oh! Ohhhh..." She seemed to melt against Maci's shoulder, bonelessly slumping into the bimbo queen's embrace. Patting Rachel on the back, Maci helped the other woman back up the stairs. "Hey, hey, you, like, totes don't wanna leave yet." Maci giggled. "We're, like, just getting started!"
Propping Rachel against the rail at the top, Maci opened the door. The dazed other woman roused herself just enough to stagger inside. Maci followed. "Hiiiii!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, great," said a scruffy-faced guy with a beer belly. "Where are all you bimbos coming from? Do you grow on trees or something? We've only got so many slots for tonight, and we can't waste any of 'em for brain-dead morons without any moves." He started at the sight of Rachel. "On the other hand, thanks for bringing her back in."
"Like, totes no problem!" Maci said. She hooked her spare arm around Rachel's elbow. "If you, like, show me where to take her, I can, like, lead her there and stuff!"
She'd gotten close enough to the man for his nose to fill with the musky scent of Maci's bimbosity. "Uh," he said intelligently. "Uh, just, you know, take her around the corner, let her, uh, sit down. Her, her dressing room, it has her name on it. She probably just needs to settle down a bit. Yes, yes, yes, we all need to just settle down. Settle down. Go on, go on."
Maci blew a kiss at the man and steered her latest girlfriend off down the hallway. Laci and Kaci seemed to be picking up where she'd left off, from the sound of things. Sure enough, Rachel's dressing room had her name on it. Leading a softly giggling Rachel, Maci opened the door and stepped inside.
It wasn't much of a dressing room. The term conjured up something that was well-lit and not filthy. Also, perhaps there might be enough room to swing a cat, in a decent dressing room. But it was enough for Maci's purposes.
"Ooooh... pretty!" Rachel said, as Maci propped her up against the wall. The dazed woman giggled while Maci closed the door, and took a seat on the lonely swivel chair before a grimy mirror.
"So, Rachel," Maci said, unbuckling her leather thong. "When I, like, meet girls like you, I try to, like, ask for their names. So, like, I know just a bit about you, ya know, before you turn into a bimbo." She tossed the thong aside and dipped a finger in her pussy. "So, like, what's your name?"
"Uhhh... Bimbo? What? Uh- I..." Rachel looked confused, so Maci stood and stepped closer to her newest conquest. "Yes, you'll be, like, such a hot bimbo, babe," she said soothingly. "Now you just gotta, like, tell me your name, and I'll let you lick my pussy."
"Pussyyyyyyyyyyy..." Rachel moaned, as Maci embraced her tightly. "My name... uh. I'm, um, uh, Rachel, uh, Rachel Martinez." The squirming Latina sunk her face between Maci's breasts, breathing deeply.
Maci dabbed pussy juice on Rachel Martinez's face, and stepped back towards the chair. She sat down and spread her legs. "Do you, like, really want my pussy?" she asked Rachel.
"Oh yes yes yes yes yes yes yes," Rachel replied. She sank to her knees and began leaning in towards Maci's wet pussy. Before she could sneak in, Maci shut her legs like a trap.
"Before you, like, get to eat me out," Maci said, "you've gotta, like, promise you'll be my bimbo. Like, you gotta totes pinky swear that you'll, like do everything for me."
"I promiiiiiiiiiise!" Rachel whined. She bent her head again towards Maci's crotch, but the regal bimbo on her bimbo throne refused to open. "And you're gonna, like, share everything you have with, like, me and your sister bimbos, right?"
"Yes yes yes yes pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!" Rachel replied. This time, Maci relented, and opened her legs. The eager Latina plunged in without delay, tongue flicking in and out.
About thirty seconds later, Maci felt a shiver run through her overheated body as she orgasmed. For the third time today, and hopefully not the last, she shot a gigantic load of cum onto an unsuspecting girl's face. Through a thick layer of white goo, Rachel grinned. "Yummy!" she gurgled, as she licked off a big load of cum.
"You, like, keep licking off that cum, Raci," Maci cooed, gathering up the cum that had stuck to her pussy. Raci giggled and slurped the cum out of Maci's hand in one go. A button popped off of her shirt as her titties grew a couple sizes in a short time. There was even more cum than her previous two times.
She put her thong back on and waltzed out of the dressing room. Raci had licked off most of the cum on her face, and was moving on to the stuff that had fallen onto the floor. Given how dirty the floor was, that might not be such a good idea, but Maci was certain that thought had never crossed Raci's head.
"Wait, what's up with Rachel?" the scruffy man said petulantly, as he noticed Maci. "I heard her moaning a bunch. Did you turn her into some kinda dyke who won't put out?"
"No, like, of course not, silly!" Maci said, giggling. Laci and Kaci, who had changed into their outfits, joined in the giggling. "She's gonna be, like, such a bimbo now, and bimbos will, like, fuck anything!"
"Oh God, this is a fucking disaster," the man groaned. "She's gonna be too dumb to dance, and tonight's gonna be a fucking disaster." He glared at Maci. "How the fuck are you even doing this?"
"That's, like, my little secret," Maci replied, winking at the man. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight against her titties. His breathing quickened, and when she gave him a little kiss on the cheek, he moaned. "Mr..." she prompted.
"Sam," he moaned. "Sam Davidson."
"Well, Mr. Sam-Sam," Maci said playfully, "we're not just, like, dumb bimbos. I mean, we are, like, totes dumb bimbos, but we're, like, dumb bimbos who'll make all the guys cream their jeans! And after that, they'll tell, like, all their buddies about this place that has, like, the hottest bimbos in all the world! That sound good for you?"
"Oh yes oh yes oh yes yes yes," Sam moaned. Maci wiggled her way down to his fly and unzipped it. His underwear strained under the load of his erect cock. "Oh, poor little Sam-Sam," Maci cooed. "I think he needs a friend."
She pulled down the underwear and drew Sam's cock between her lips. Maci was surprised to remember that this would be her first blowjob. It didn't make sense, given how much of a hot bimbo babe she was, but apparently that was the case. Well, everyone had to start somewhere.
The taste of the meat between her lips made Maci feel surprisingly excited. She was great with being the queen of the bimbos. Bossing around bimbos made her feel like a million bucks. But when it came to guys, she found herself filled with the desire to just giggle and listen to them. And above all, to fuck their cocks.
Overhead, Maci heard Sam making a racket as she slid his cock in and out. The words eluded her, because she was so focused on fucking. His pubic hairs tickled at her nose, and she nearly sneezed twice. She gave his ballsack a few playful rubs, and felt his cock twitch.
With no more warning than that, Sam's cock erupted inside Maci's mouth. She felt him trying to pull out, but she really wanted to swallow his cum. "Mmm-mmm," she mumbled through his cock, grabbing his but and forcing him to stop backing away. Cum was so yummy, whether it came from pussies or cocks. But right now cocks were at the top of Maci's mind.
The last bit of cum splurted into Maci's mouth, and she gulped it right down. As Sam finally withdrew his cock, she noticed that it was a little messy. There were some bits of cum that she hadn't gotten. So, obviously, she licked it clean. She felt his body shudder as she cleaned him up.
"You like that, Sam-Sam?" Maci said, looking up into his eyes. "You think I could, like, do a little dance? And my friends? We'll, like, fill up the house!"
"Uh-huh," he said. His eyes stared straight ahead at nothing, and parts of his body twitched, seemingly at random. "You, uh, go on and do that."
"Yay! Come on, babes, let's go, like, show 'em all what bimbos are for!" Maci said, and the other bimbos cheered with her. They rushed forward, towards the dressing rooms. "Change your clothes and let's, like, get a move on!"
Changing took surprisingly little time, though maybe Maci shouldn't've been surprised. After all, what was a bimbo without sexy clothes? When they were all changed, she got them lined up like a kindergarten teacher, and sent them out on stage, one by one.
Soon enough, Maci's turn came up. She knew that all the other chicks in line were glaring at her and her bimbos. All of them were probably wondering how they could possibly do better at bimboing than any of them. And Maci knew they couldn't. She was simply the best.
She blew a kiss at the other girls behind her, giggled for good luck, and stepped out onto the stage. The place was packed, and even the bartender was paying attention to the act by now. As she glided down the stage towards the pole, she felt herself growing aroused. Putting herself on display like this, for sex and money, was probably the most bimboish thing she could do. It made her feel so hawt.
Her routine went over screamingly well with the men around her. At her third turn on the pole, even the bartender had stepped out, muscled his way to the front of the crowd, and stuck a twenty in her G-string. Money covered the stage, and the crowd was chanting for more.
It had gone on longer than she'd expected, though. The amateur night rules had been for two minutes of dancing at most. But she'd definitely been out there for ten. Sam probably wouldn't have a problem with it, though.
All the other amateurs were glaring as Maci strutted backstage, a small fortune stuffed into her G-string. Apparently the club got the tips on the stage from amateur nights, but if anything got in her clothes, she was free to keep it. Which Maci thought was a great rule.
She ruffled the hair of the closest amateur, a petite redhead with a mass of freckles on her face. The woman's face reddened, until she sniffed the air. She must've smelled Maci, because her eyes widened and fixed on Maci's.
Maci picked up her purse, which she had set aside while dressing, and pulled out a business card. When she'd been boring old Marsha, she'd never really used those things, since she'd been so boring and shit. It tickled her that only as a bimbo would she hand out a business card.
She drew the redhead close in and whispered, "Call me," in her ear. The woman shuddered, and Maci released her to let her move up in the line. Not all of the women had reacted that way to Maci's smell. Maybe some women just wanted to be bimbos.
"Come on, girls, let's, like, go," Maci said, gathering her little flock of bimbos. Raci giggled and felt up her own bare titties. None of her tops fit her any more, now that she was a bimbo. They could fix that some other time, but right now they needed to get out.
"Wait, you're just leaving?" Sam asked, looking much more in control of himself. "You can stay! Your routine was the best one I've seen in years!"
"Oh, I'll be back, Sam-Sam," Maci said huskily. "And next time, maybe we can, like, talk about a more permanent job? We can do that while you, like, ride my pussy! That totes sounds like a lotta fun, Sam-Sam!"
Waving at the manager, she followed her gaggle of bimbos out into the parking lot. Kaci, Laci, and Raci had already made it to the car, and were fruitlessly tugging at the door handles, trying to get them to open. Maci giggled and unlocked the car with her clicky thing. Raci had just started another hard tug on the door handle, and when it opened, she went flying backwards. With a startled noise, she hit the next car over and fell down.
Giggling endlessly, the four bimbos squeezed into the car. While Kaci sat up front, rubbing her titties through her bikini top, Laci drove. In the back, Raci bent over and put her face into Maci's crotch, licking the bimbo queen's pussy once again. Because Maci was not ungrateful for the unprompted pussylicking, she put a couple fingers in Raci's now hairless pussy. For her efforts, she received a shudder and even more intense licking.
They arrived back at Laci's place at about 9:00 PM, when the street around them was mostly dark and quiet. Their giggling and high-pitched chatter dispelled that quiet. Laci led Kaci and Raci inside, but Maci lingered. She looked over at her darkened house, which she hadn't seen since this morning.
How much had she changed since that time? Would her kitties even recognize her anymore? Would she even want any of the boring stuff from her boring old life? With the few remaining brain cells that weren't demanding immediate sex, Maci pondered those questions.
"Um, excuse me," said a man's voice. Maci forgot all of her stupid, boring questions and turned to face him. The streetlight nearby showed that he was fairly short, but he looked kinda cute. He wasn't exactly hot, but he looked like he took care of himself, and he was a guy. That was really all that Maci cared about right now.
"Yes?" she asked, drawing closer to him. He visibly swallowed and said, "Uh, I'm Scott, I, uh, um, live across, you know, the street, and, uh, I'm, uh, I'm trying to work, so, uh, could you ladies, um, keep it down. Um."
Maci mashed her titties against his chest and caught him up in her arms. "Oh, that, like, sounds totes boring," she chirped, steering him towards her own house. "Come on, Scotty." She looked demurely down at his crotch, which was showing a tremendous bulge. "Can't you, like, keep *it* down?"
"Who... who are you, and, um, why are we going into Marsha Smith's house?" Scott asked. He wasn't exactly trying to get away, but he did seem a bit too concerned for someone who was about to get fucked by a hot bimbo babe.
"Aww, Scotty, you don't gotta worry 'bout that," Maci cooed. She unlocked her own car and helped him into the backseat. His fly came open easily and his cock sprung out of confinement. "You wanna, like, fuck my pussy?"
"I, uh, what?" Scott said, kneeling above Maci. She was drooling for his cock, but she'd done more than enough oral. Scott was going to fuck her in her aching pussy until she forgot how to think silly, boring thoughts.
"Come on, Scotty," Maci urged, as he hesitantly pulled aside her thong. "I'm, like, such a bimbo, and you gotta, like, fuck a bimbo! Don't, like, mess around, just fuck me!"
He took a deep breath, and that seemed to decide him. With a surprisingly deep growl, Scott plunged his cock into Maci's pussy. She squeaked at the penetration, but soon she was moaning in pleasure. Honestly, this was her first time getting her pussy penetrated, either as Maci or boring Marsha. And she really liked what she felt.
The two of them rocked back and forth in the back seat, caught up in a rough, animalistic fucking. Scott hadn't needed foreplay to get into the mood, and Maci hadn't wanted it. She needed a hard fuck, and Scott was giving her what she wanted.
Arousal and lust swam through Maci's brain, overwhelming any other thoughts. She knew, a few seconds in, that she was on the verge of an orgasm. But it never seemed to come to her, and the next few minutes kept Maci on the edge of losing herself completely, but never quite there. For someone else, it might've seemed frustrating. Maci didn't have the mental capacity to think that way.
At last, when they had rendered the back of Maci's car a sweaty, musky-smelling mess, she felt Scott's cock twitch and erupt. He sprayed cum into her slutty, bimboey pussy. As soon as the first bit of cum entered her pussy, Maci bucked under her fucker, her own orgasm exploding with his. She felt their mingled cum dripping down her thighs.
When she came to, she saw Scott pulling himself out, a shocked expression on his face. Maci grinned widely and pulled herself up. "Yummy, yummy," she said, locking on to his cock. "Gotta clean that up, Scotty!"
She licked his cock clean, but unlike Sam's cock, Scott's cock had a lot of energy left in it. Little Scotty perked right back up as she licked the cum away. When Maci was finished, Little Scotty was back to a full erection.
"Oooh, Scotty still wants to fuck!" Maci exclaimed. "I, like, totes know what Scotty oughta fuck!" She flipped herself over and stuck her perfect bimbo butt up in the air. "You know you wanna, like, fuck my ass, Scotty!"
"I don't think..." Scott said, then shook himself. "No, it's you who's not thinking, isn't it? You're just a dumb bimbo who can't stop fucking! And why shouldn't I fuck you?"
"You're, like, so right!" Maci said over her shoulder. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she began to chant. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Maci couldn't see a thing behind herself, obviously. So when Scott ran his hands over her naked ass, she could only feel it. And when he grunted, pulled her halfway out of the backseat, and plunged his cock into her ass, all she could do was squeal.
Getting assfucked was different, but not by too much. It was a man filling her hole, and that was all she needed, when all was said and done. Sure, it hurt a lot more, but she was still panting with heat within a minute.
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" Maci squealed, as Scott thrust in and out, slapping against her bouncy bimbo buttcheeks. How had she ever lived without fucking like this?
Once again, she felt Scott's cock erupt inside of her. And once again, Maci orgasmed a millisecond later. This time, her cum mostly landed on the garage floor, since there wasn't a cock or a face in her pussy.
As Maci came up from her second orgasm in ten minutes, a goofy smile plastered on her face, she saw Scott wiping his cock on her car seat. Boring old Marsha would've been horrified. Maci just thought about how great it would make the car smell when she drove it places.
"Wow." Scott's clothes were totally disheveled, and his glasses hung from only one ear. Despite that, he was grinning from ear to ear. "That sure was some fucking," he said, still grinning.
"Yah, it, like, totes was," Maci replied. She stood up carefully, feeling very shaky on her legs after such a rapid fucking. "You're gonna, like, come back, and all, right?"
"Well, if you're around here often," Scott began. Maci interrupted him with a giggle. "Silly Scotty! I, like, live here! 'Course I'm around here often!"
"Okay then," Scott said, nonplussed. He was probably thinking of that boring old Marsha lady. That ship had sailed far, far away by now.
"If you live around here, I'm right across the street from you. So I'll see you again, I guess." He pulled up his pants and zipped them up.
"Yep!" Maci replied, letting him out of her garage. "I'll, like, totes fuck ya later, Scotty!"
As Scott walked away from what must've been the fucking of his life, Maci picked up her smartphone. It had fallen down between the front and back seats, in the confusion of her fucking. She clicked it on, and found that there were a few messages waiting for her.
Maci opened it up after a few false starts, and found that it was the redhead from the club. She found that out thanks to the naked selfie the redhead had sent as one of her messages. And judging by the redhead's thatch, the redhead was naturally redheaded.
Basically, the redhead, whose name, it turned out, was Tanya Janson, wanted to know where she could find Maci. Because Tanya really needed to fuck Maci, as she made increasingly clear in her series of messages.
Maci replied with her address and a cheery "c ya!!!!". In the meantime, before Tanya showed her cute face, Maci went into her house and shooed the cats into the basement. They seemed to behave with the same way as usual, so they probably didn't care what Maci looked or smelled like, making them the only creatures of their kind, to Maci's knowledge.
"Hiiii!" Laci chirped from the garage door. "You totes smell like you got, like, sooper fucked! Didya really get a cute guy?"
"Yep!" Maci replied, bouncing over to her friend. They hugged, and Laci held on really tight, as though hoping to get the smell of sex on her. "It was, like, that guy Scotty from across the street," she added.
"Aww!" Laci said, burrowing into Maci's tits. "He's, like, such a cutie! I'm totes so jealous of you!"
"Like, don't worry, babe, there's more than enough to, like, go around," Maci said. She let go of her bimbo friend. "But now, you gotta get Kaci and Raci, and move all the shit we got from Kaci's store over to, like, my house. 'Kay?"
"'Kay-kay!" Laci replied. Then she uncharacteristically wrinkled her brow. "But, like, why here? My house is, like, totes hot already."
"'Cuz I want them here," Maci said, ruffling her friend's hair. "And 'cuz it, like, doesn't matter where you fuck, or, like, what it looks like, or shit. Being a bimbo is, like, just about fucking!"
She took a look around the room, which was still the room of boring old Marsha. "I mean, I'm gonna, like, totes get it redecorated an' all that," she added. "But we're gonna fuck in my house, 'cuz it's my house. And I say so!"
"Yah, you're, like, totes right!" Laci exclaimed. She gave Maci a quick hug and dashed off towards her own house, to get the other bimbos and their stuff. Maci turned around and started clearing the worst of the shit out of her living room. There was a bunch of paper that was all boring, and most of that went in the trash.
She continued her cleaning as the other bimbos came in and out. When they were done, they helped clean too. Soon enough, there were plenty of places to fuck, even if the room was still really boring. All Maci could do for that was picture it redecorated in bimbo hot pink, with big dildos fixed onto the walls.
About thirty minutes after Scott had left, Maci heard a car pull up into the driveway. The driver got out right as she and the other bimbos peeked out of the garage door. It was Tanya, and she looked more than a bit scared.
"Hey cutie!" Maci chirped, bouncing out into the garage. "It's, like, so great to see ya!"
"I... uh, I wasn't sure I was going to, um, come," Tanya said, as Maci approached her. The bimbo queen swept her up in a huge hug and carried guided the smaller woman towards the garage door. "Oh, trust me, cutie, you're, like, totes gonna cum here," Maci said. The other bimbos giggled at Maci's wit.
"This all just... it feels wrong, but it feels... oh, it just feels right." Tanya looked like she was about to pass out from the smell of all the bimbos. Maci led her inside and shooed away the other three bimbos. "Oh, it totes is right, Tawni," Maci said.
Three months later
Maci hopped out of the idling car, right in front of Dr. Joseph's office. Tawni came out next to her, giggling uncontrollably, as she usually did. "See ya!" Laci shouted from the driver's seat, and then the car barrelled out of the parking lot.
Tawni had come out of her pussylicking session as a really, really serious bimbo. Next to her, Raci, who sometimes couldn't tell the difference between the numbers 1 and 5, looked like a genius. Maybe it had been the multiple orgasms her pussylicking had gotten out of Laci. Or perhaps it had been the other bimbos taking turns licking Tawni's pussy.
Whatever had happened that night, Tawni had vibrant, coppery red hair, a set of boobs as large as Laci's (which looked ridiculous on someone Tawni's size), a spectacular ass (again, particularly given her size), and no brains whatsoever. She giggled a lot, and sometimes she threw out random strings of words in a very high-pitched voice. If Maci prompted her, she could parrot words decently. But mostly she just masturbated. Like she was doing now.
Maci took Tawni's leash and led her stupid friend into the office. The leash had become obviously necessary when Tawni had wandered off in a mall out of sheer stupidity. They'd found her messing up a really expensive display couch in a furniture store by maturbating all over it.
Luckily, before she'd lost her itty bitty brain, Tawni had confided to Maci that she was an investment banker in a big skyscraper. Tawni had been rich, back when she was boring. Though maybe she hadn't been too boring, given where they'd met.
The next day, Maci had gone with Tawni to her old apartment, found the bimbo's accounts, and gotten Tawni to sign all of it over to her. Getting those documents had been an ordeal, even for the bimbo queen. She'd had to shout at Tawni until the little bimbo was crying to get the idiot to remember her own signature.
With that money in the bank, Maci had quit her old job, and made Tawni quit hers, too. And they'd promptly gone over to Kaci's store, to start the renovations.
Maci'd figured that having a bunch of bimbos hanging around Kaci's store would boost sales. And, boy, had it ever. With Tawni's money, she'd been able to stock the store with some awesome shit, too. When the painters had finished, the whole store had looked like the kind of sexy destination any hot girl would want to hang out at.
Some of the other ladies from the amateur night had come forward and joined Maci's bimbos. There'd already been several complaints from other people on her street, over the bimbos' enthusiastic fucking. Notably, though, none of the complaints had come from Scott or the other single guys. Some of the houses were already for sale, and Maci was going to buy them all up, so that all of her bimbos could live near her.
"Hiiiiiiii!" Noor chirped from behind her desk. "Hiiiiiiii!" Maci replied, walking up to the desk to mash her titties against the receptionist's. Tawni moaned from fingering herself to an orgasm.
"Aw, like, who's this?" Noor said, looking down at the redheaded bimbo. Tawni giggled and took a bit of cum from between her legs.
"This is Tawni, and she's, like, rilly stupid," Maci replied. "I mean, like, rilly rilly rilly rilly rilly stupid."
"Well, she's, like, totes hot," Noor pointed out. "And, like, what does a bimbo need smart stuff for?"
"Tawni's, like, way more stupider than just a normal bimbo," Maci said. Noor shrugged and glanced at her computer screen. "Oh, I totes forgot! Dr. Joseph, like, wants to see you in room 69." They giggled together at the meaning of the number. Tawni joined in, even though she probably didn't know why.
"See ya, hawt stuff!" Maci said over her shoulder as she led Tawni down the hall into the back of the office. Noor waved, then went back to playing with the dildo in her pussy.
When the two of them stepped into the surgery room, Dr. Joseph and Ming were waiting for them. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of Tawni. "And who is this fine specimen?"
"Oh, this is, like, my stupid little bimbo friend Tawni," Maci said. Dr. Joseph nodded, his eyes narrowing. "And do you have other bimbo friends?" he added.
"Yah, I got, like, tons and tons!" Maci said happily. Dr. Joseph nodded again and guided Maci over to the examination chair. Ming took the leash from Maci's hands, and led Tawni off to another corner of the room.
He poked around in her mouth for a while, looming overhead. Maci felt herself growing steadily more aroused by his smell, even though it wasn't anything she hadn't smelled literally a hundred thousand times these past few months. There was just something about Dr. Joseph that made her want to fuck, fuck, fuck away with him.
It wasn't long before he seemed to sense her restlessness. "I think someone wants to have dessert first," he said, grinning wryly. "You know, that's not good for your teeth."
Maci couldn't say much, but she did manage to giggle. A good bimbo ought to be able to giggle under any circumstance. Dr. Joseph chuckled and set his tools aside.
"You're coming along extremely well, Maci," he said, making some notations in his notebook. "I don't see any reason to be concerned in the long run. But I think you care a bit more about something else that's long." He pointed at his crotch.
"Like, totes yah!" Maci said, her eyes drilling into his crotch. "Haven't I been, like, a rilly hot bimbo patient, Dr. Joseph? Can I have, like, a little treat?"
"You sure can," Dr. Joseph replied. "How does an assfuck sound?"
"Oooooh yay!" Maci replied, making the chair bounce in her excitement. She flipped over and spread her legs wide, exposing her asshole to Dr. Joseph's view.
Her hopes that he would plunge in without lubing up were fulfilled a second later. Dentist and bimbo writhed together on the chair. Dr. Joseph's strong arms helped hold Maci down, keeping her from falling off from how hard he was fucking her.
Just the presence of his cock in her asshole made Maci cum twice, and the strength of his fucking caused her to squirt from her pussy four more times. None of her other guys had been nearly that good. Maci had no time to recover, no time to come down from her orgasm before the next began. This was the way she wanted to get fucked every single time.
When Dr. Joseph finally came inside of her ass, Maci screamed herself into at least five consecutive orgasms. She couldn't really tell how many, or how long it was. She did know that she screamed really, really loud, and that the seat seemed to be full of her cum.
"Well, that was a fine checkup," Dr. Joseph said, as Maci regained her full consciousness. He had rubbed his cock down with a paper towel already, and he seemed to be acting as though nothing important had happened.
Maci carefully stood up again, feeling very raw from getting fucked so hard. Off in the corner, Tawni had her face buried in Ming's pussy. The two must've really been getting along, because there was already a lot of cum on the floor. As Maci and Dr. Joseph watched, Ming groaned and shot another load of cum on Tawni's face.
The dumb redhead licked it up, and Maci walked over to take up the leash again. "She's that stupid?" Dr. Joseph said. "That you have to keep her on a leash?"
"Yep!" Maci replied, as she helped Tawni stand up again. "Only time she doesn't have it on is, like, when she's on stage." An idea came to her. "But, like, maybe we could do a double act, or something, where I, like, lead her out on stage, and we, like, strip together, or shit!"
"Sounds like a great idea," Dr. Joseph said. "Maybe I'll come see one of your shows sometime."
"You really should!" Maci said, imagining giving a performance with Dr. Joseph in the audience. She would probably cum on the pole a whole lot. "I'm, like, the star act now! And I'll be performing tonight! Come see me, please!"
"We'll see," Dr. Joseph replied enigmatically. Maci gave up on trying to convince him, since obviously a bimbo couldn't force him to do anything. Instead, she checked her phone, where she found a text message.
"Oh, great!" she chirped. "Aimi's, like, outside right now! See ya in, like, six months, Dr. Joseph!" She made out briefly with Ming, and parted from the Chinese bimbo with a smile.
"Until then, Maci," Dr. Joseph said. Then he smiled. "Or maybe sooner."
Maci totally hoped he would actually show up to a show. Maybe he would come back to her dressing room and fuck. She could definitely give him a super-hot private dance. Even just a glimpse of him in the audience would make her cum.
"See ya!" she said to Noor in passing. "Byyyyyyyyyyyyye!" the Arabic bimbo replied. Tawni giggled.
Aimi's car sat in the parking lot, still running. The bimbo herself sat in the driver's seat, giggling and revving the engine.
Of all the bimbos, only Aimi had kept her original name. There hadn't really been a way to shorten it, and Aimi herself had mentioned that it meant "beautiful love", or something like that in Japanese. As far as Maci had been concerned, her name had been perfect the way it was.
That hadn't meant that Aimi hadn't taken a significant upgrade in the process. When she'd met Maci and the bimbos, Aimi had been a joyless corporate lawyer, working in the States for some Japanese firm. The only sweet thing about her had been her kickass sports car.
Becoming a bimbo had caused Aimi to turn into, basically, an anime schoolgirl. Every morning, her long pigtails were a different, highly unrealistic color. The rest was mostly her great tits and ass. And she liked to wear pretend schoolgirl uniforms.
Maci hopped into the backseat, with Tawni following. No sooner had Maci gotten the door closed behind Tawni, than Aimi revved the car again, and took off like a bullet.
They ran so fast to the club, Tawni barely had time to lean over and lick Maci's pussy. Since time wasn't strictly of the essence here, Aimi apologized for going so fast by licking Maci's pussy twice. There were times when Maci suspected that the other bimbos saw licking Maci's pussy less as a punishment and more as a reward.
Maci shrugged. Oh, well. That was just the way bimbos were, wasn't it? | literotica |
Title: How to Tame a Succubus Ch. 02
Tags: high fantasy, mind control, demon, monster girl, hentai, succubus, lesbian, oral, dick girl, magic
**Chapter 2 - Pushing the Paladin's Limits**
"Why exactly do I need to wear this ridiculous outfit?" Jezelle protested as she tugged at the robe's drooping sleeves. Since their departure from Alensted this morning Juste had made her wear the garb of a Lumarin acolyte. While the succubus didn't mind the wardrobe change, she couldn't help but feel dirty in it, and not in the way that she loved, either. It was all a part of the Paladin's plan, she knew.
"It's only fitting that someone who has bound themselves to war against the darkness should dress appropriately. Besides, it would raise questions if a Paladin of Lumaris was seen journeying across the continent with a common trollop."
She rolled her eyes and entwined a lock of brown hair that had fallen from her habit around a finger. "Because we can't have people thinking that a holy paladin is off having illicit encounters. Such actions would surely tarnish the honor of his order."
He responded under his breath, flush creeping across his cheeks, "What happens in the battlefield and in the boudoir are separate matters."
"Not to a succubus," she said, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair, smirking. "You know, as far as I can tell, you and I aren't so different."
That was only partly true, as she'd discovered during their journey so far. Despite her best efforts, Jezelle was unable to rouse an encore performance from her companion. She may have been displeased with the situation her master had put her in but she was still a creature of lust and desire. Not that there was any need of sustenance after how he'd fed her the night before, but it was something the succubus enjoyed nonetheless. It was much like the meal they were about to have.
"Would you keep it down?"
"You forget that I can still do everything I could before, except feed. You act like everyone else can see through my glamour. Succubi are the masters of fitting in. It is only when we choose to be seen or heard that we are."
"Still, it would be much easier if you would just play along and try to fit in like a normal person," Juste responded, now folding his arms in turn as he tried to gather his composure.
"Where would the fun in that be, master?" The succubus grinned as she slipped a foot from her sandal and drew it along his thigh. Since learning of his dislike of her advances, Jezelle had made it her mission to take advantage of every chance she could to molest him. One way or another she would teach him the error of his mistake. The redness returned to his face at her provocation, but before he could protest she gave his area a playful squeeze with her toes. The paladin gasped in a mix of pleasure and shock instead and backed away.
"I... I told you not to call me that!" He swallowed hard and visibly.
The succubus licked her lips at his discomfort, leaning forward over the table to show off her ample bosom as best she could in the modest robe. It was quite amazing what a well placed cinch could do. "But master, I'm bound by oath and by spell to do your bidding. Isn't a devoted little slave all you wanted?"
"I... well, no, but..."
"I swear," she laughed, "If I didn't know first hand you could fuck like a beast-half, I'd swear you were as new to this as a maiden."
Jezelle had quickly come to learn that Juste was quite a bit more resistant to her charm than he had originally let on. It was almost as if there was another person sitting with her right now. The young man she'd journeyed with was quick to change the subject any time she broached it. Perhaps he was in his cups that eve, full to the brim with liquid courage? Or maybe he truly separated business and pleasure as he claimed. Regardless of the reason, Jezelle determined she'd find out one way or another. Juste stewed silently in his timidity, relief coming in the form of their wench. With practiced skill, she served the pair their meal.
"Anything else I can get for you?"
The young male shook his head, but the server didn't even notice, for all her attention was on Jezelle. Their eyes had met for a brief moment and the succubus smiled a deviant little smile. "Not at the moment, but... perhaps later?"
"Of course, m'lady." The wench curtsied with excitement in her eyes.
Jezelle tore into her meal like a fiend, quite literally. Though the illusions she'd cast on herself hid her true nature her physical form wasn't actually affected, leaving her claws as threatening and effective as ever. Though she carried herself quite elegantly at all times she seemed to completely abandon manners and courtesy. Juste again looked about worriedly as she made a scene that seemingly went unnoticed.
"I tol' you," she said through a full mouth, "there's mmothing to worra abou'."
"Would it kill you to be a bit more couth? Everyone else may not be able to see you, but I still have to." Seductively, she sucked the roast chicken's juices from her long fingers. "When there's an actual threat of me being caught, I'll behave. I promise I wont embarrass master in front of his friends."
He just shook his head and went about his own plate. In contrast to Jezelle's animalistic approach to eating, Juste ate his meal quietly and with care. As the indentured succubus ate, she couldn't help but eye the girl who had served their food. A plot began to form in her mind. Jezelle was determined to find out what Juste's deal was, and knew just how to do it. It took a while for the waitress to finally meet Jezelle's eyes, but all the demon needed was an instant to cast her glamour.
It wasn't long before the unsuspecting woman returned to the couple with a pair of steins in hand. "Begging your pardon, m'lord", but the barkeep sent these over for you," she said.She held the large drinks just below chest level, as if to emphasize her already ample breasts. "Says to always treat you paladins right because they're always helpin' people. He owes your order for savin' his daughter years ago. We don't often get heroes here, so if there's anything you need..."
The paladin watched her, carefully avoiding the provocative display as she bent over to set down the steins. Between her supple bottom and her hanging teats this seemed to prove difficult to him.
Jezelle was quick to start into her beverage, but watched the other two intently from behind her glass. He thanked the lady curtly and remained steadfast in his honor as she leaned over him to grab his dirty dishes. His discomfort was palpable as her bosom blatantly brushed against him. The girl lingered a moment with her eyes on Juste before excusing herself.
After breathing a sigh of relief he caught Jezelle staring at him. "What?"
"Nothing at all, master," she lied. The whole situation with him kept getting more and more interesting. She wasn't the only temptation he ignored. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice the slight enthrallment she had lain on the servant. Trusting as ever. Jezelle took a deep, cleansing breath to rid herself of nerves as the blushing woman caught her eye again. They exchanged smiles. The serving girl's grin was shy but intrigued; Jezelle's was deceptively innocent.
Thoughshe'd been completely satiated the night before, her desire was being roused by her master's unwillingness. It was one thing to seal and bind her to his will; it was another to not use her like the worthless slave she had become. It was enough to fill her mind with thoughts of fornication. A pang of disgust ran through her at the thought of how much she wished he would ravage her. The rest of her meal was rather dull, though as far as she could tell Juste didn't seem to mind the peace. The evening crowd started to pour in and the wench was taken from Jezelle. With little else to occupy her attention the succubus turned to the paladin once again.
"Where are we going?" she asked idly as she gnawed the last bits of meat from bone.
"South," came the reply. "To the capital, more precisely."
"Why, so I can go join your order of sheep?" she snickered.
"I wouldn't use those words, but yes."
"You can't be serious," she said. Her expression was incredulous; her voice, flat and unamused. Suddenly his insistence on her wardrobe made more sense.
"The only way one can fight in the name of the light is to have been blessed by it." Jezelle crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. "There isn't anything more special about the light than there is any of the other fae lords. Do you really think by having me say your words and swearing to your lords that I'll become a paragon?"
"No, but it's a start. You may be my familiar now, but humans are different than your kind. I still don't fully trust you. At least by doing this it'll show me your devotion."
The little fool wasn't as stupid as she had begun to think. Despite what he thought, she had little choice in the matter. As his familiar she had to obey whatever her master ordered. Deep within, a minute part of the succubus didn't seem to mind. There was a flicker of pleasure she felt when ordered and commanded. It was different than the pleasure she derived from her hunger, but it felt like if she gave it a chance she could like it. Jezelle squelched the feeling as much as she could and glared at the paladin defiantly.
"Won't doing something like that be incredibly risky, master? And not just for myself."
"It is."
She knew as well as he did what would happen if their union was discovered. While Jezelle didn't plan on getting caught, if Juste did she would be forever stuck as she was. Being fed up enough with his plan that she cared not to argue, she started to think of other things. With sultry enthusiasm, she acted as if she was conceding. "Very well. Whatever my master asks of me, I shall obey."
Juste looked at her with an uncomfortable shyness while she shamelessly tried to seduce him. When their eyes met he quickly looked away. Juste perplexed her, truly. For all his youth and vigor he certainly was bashful, especially considering what they'd already done together.
Her ruby eyes -- masked by enchantments so that only Juste could see their unnatural colour -- stared lustily at the young paladin as she rested her head on her hand. "Master, if this humble one may ask something..."
Juste took a slow drink, hesitating. A subtle tightness showed around his eyes and betrayed his apprehension for what questions his unpredictable thrall might pose. After a moment, he nodded.
"How would you like me tonight?" Jezelle asked. She bit her lip coyly, knowing it would set him off.
Despite his mental preparation, the question seemed to catch him off guard; Juste began choking rather violently on a mouthful of ale. He managed to avoid making too much of a mess of his table and attire, though his dignity was surely damaged. As soon as he could muster enough breath to do so he stammered, "In your room, of course."
"My room?" asked Jezelle, tilting her head in confusion. Despite her contempt for the young warrior and her current circumstances she still wanted to fuck. Juste nodded in affirmation as he wiped up what spilled drink he could. "Even with us bound it wouldn't be proper for us to share a room. A man and woman can only do such a thing if they're united in the light."
The succubus rolled her eyes and sulked. "But I'm not a woman!"
"Exactly!" he said harshly. "It would be even more dangerous then."
Jezelle folded her arms and assumed an unhappy expression. She wouldn't press the point, but neither would she let him go without knowing her disappointment. "Very well, master; as you command. It is my pleasure to serve you any way you require, even if it is not at all."
He seemed unsure of her sudden cooperation, but took her at her word that there would be no more issues. Jezelle felt she was really starting to figure things out. Her righteous captor's reluctance seemed to stem from personal belief more than anything. Juste had probably spent most, if not all, of his life in servitude to the light, which could explain his chaste and proper attitude towards her -- barring their first encounter, of course. Her theory seemed incompatible with the events of the previous night, but it was her only starting point. She would simply have to be patient in putting together the pieces of the puzzle that was Juste.
"Our rooms are right next to each other, but I expect you not to try anything," Juste declared as he stood and tossed her a key.
"You have my word, master. Are you off to bed already?" She inquired.
"Aye. We'll depart tomorrow morning after we break our fast, so be ready by then."
"I shall." She smiled.
With that the paladin left her to her own devices. The moment he disappeared from sight up the stairs Jezelle was quick to searched out the barmaid. There was no way in hell her bed would be cool tonight. If her master wouldn't take her then she would find someone who would. Besides, it would make for a good test of what enchantment the paladin had sealed her with. When she spotted her target, Jezelle locked eyes with her and sent a subtle command through her glamour. The woman was before Jezelle in short order, another draught of ale in hand. "'Ere you go, m'lady." she cooed almost obediently. "Will there be anything else?"
The hopeful air the girl carried pleased Jezelle well. The alluring fiend drank deeply from her fresh stein. It felt good to be desired the way she'd come to expect. Her lack of success earlier in the day had begun to irritate her. With a sigh of contentment, she commanded, "Your name, to start."
"They call me Gretchen."
"Well, Gretchen, I am Jezelle. The pleasure is all yours I assume. What time do you get off tonight?" "Whenever m'lady allow it... ," she replied, anticipation clear in her eyes. A subtle blush welled up on her smooth cheeks.
"Cute, but not what I meant. Lucky for you, I don't need you to be that bright. You can drop the formalities as well."
"Oh!" Gretchen realized her mistake, completely unfazed by the slight. "I finish at 11.The owner says I'm not experienced enough to handle the overnight crowd yet, but..."
As the young lady began to twirl her crimson locks playfully and drone on about her life, Jezelle glanced at the clockwork abomination that hung on the wall. It took her a few moments to decipher when the girl meant. Most of demonkind had little to no use for the technology of the mortal races. The few that did were written off just as mad at the humanoids. The clock might have been more convenient for telling time if she actually understood it, but steam and clockwork was something Jezelle struggled to grasp even the basics of. The demon determined that it was probably still a few hours until then, but made no difference in the end, she would get what she wanted eventually. Without a care for what the girl was saying, she interrupted Gretchen. "Very well," said the demon. "I shall require drink until you are done. If you can see to that, I will ensure your gratuity is quite..." Jezelle let her voice trail away, plastering a seductive smile on her face before continuing, "sufficient."
Gretchen smiled eagerly and offered a sultry curtsy. "As you wish, mistress."
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Tongues lashed violently as Gretchen pressed the robed succubus to the wall. Despite her efforts to pace herself, she couldn't wait until they reached Jezelle's room. Jezelle's hunger sparked and smouldered within her at the prompting of Gretchen's uncontrolled lust. Bountiful bosoms heaved together as the servant started to breathe her passion heavily. The succubus didn't mind at all, but she didn't wish to cause any trouble for her master. Jezelle doubted that any of the inebriated patrons of the inn would truly mind the display of two beauties entwined amorously, but the fact that one of them was, for all intents and purposes, a holy acolyte of Lumaris would almost ensure a scandal for her master.
A wave of her hand dismissed the flames of the candles illuminating the hallway. She tried to break the kiss with Gretchen only to find her attempt met with the serving girl's surprisingly intense refusal to cooperate. Gretchen latched onto Jezelle's lower lip, trying to pull her close once again. With an assertive look, Jezelle cowed the young woman and took her hand, dragging her farther into the darkened corridor. People rarely questioned two lovers in the dark. Gretchen followed, silent and obedient, as she directed the focus of her mouth to the guiding hand of her mistress. Once adequately cloaked in the shadows, Jezelle ran her fingers through the ruby curls of her slave. The succubus gripped the silky locks in her hand and drew her in once more with just enough force to cause a gasp of pleasure.
"Ooooh! Mistress you're so rough," the wench purred like a kitten as she sought her lover's lips.
"Does it not please you?" Jezelle questioned with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. She didn't expect an answer, what with Gretchen's tongue so preoccupied, but she didn't need one. Being able to read all of her partner's lusts and desires was something all succubi did naturally. Normally it was used to bring her partners to the epitome of climax so she could best feed off of them, but it served her just as well now. With Juste having sealed her, Jezelle needed to find out how extensive her new limitations truly were. If her abilities were as locked as the paladin insisted then she would need to make the best use of what energy she had. It hadn't cost her much to entice the young woman. Not only did the waitress seem to enjoy the company of women, but she'd been eying up Jezelle all evening, even without the influence of the demon's glamour.
"A bit of a freak, aren't you?" the succubus panted as Gretchen's tongue left her mouth and trailed down over her neck and collarbone. "Wanting a taste of the light's forbidden fruit... Allow me to indulge you."
She grabbed a fistful of red hair and pushed Gretchen down to her knees while lifting the skirt of her own robe with the other hand. Needing no instruction, the mortal nestled into the smooth thighs and began to lavish Jezelle anew with kisses. Gretchen's full, painted lips left a rosy trail as they sought the wetness her partner's humble undergarments concealed. Her hands were nearly as eager as her tongue in removing the linens, rabidly pulling them down. The garments were yanked away and tossed aside without a care.
Jezelle felt a flash of coldness as her sensitive arousal met the cool air for a few startling seconds. She shivered, but it didn't last as Gretchen's warm mouth assailed her loins. In only a few short moments Jezelle could feel her appetite being sated; the interplay of Gretchen's slick tongue and ragged breathing against the wet folds of the beautiful fiend's sex was astoundingly gratifying. The suddenness of the assault caused Jezelle to let go of her skirt. She gripped the wall, bracing herself for the pleasure. A deep, throaty moan escaped her lips. Being hidden beneath Jezelle's vestment didn't seem to deter Gretchen in the slightest.
The sensation started to overwhelm Jezelle as fingers probed her slit deeply. The demon squirmed in ecstasy, putting a hand to her mouth to stifle her moans, and spread her legs as wide as she could manage.Gretchen took full advantage of the additional space. With one hand Gretchen fingered Jezelle to the knuckle, soon adding a second finger, then a third, as her other hand explored the deliciously soft skin of her mistress's legs. She stroked with tender fervor, moving her attentions to her inamorata's voluptuous rump. With a strong grasp she groped and pulled her lover closer. The longer she slurped at the succubus' snatch, the more intoxicated she became with the aphrodisiacal nectar, and the more fervently she ate. The hungry girl lapped at every bit of the succubus that she could reach as if her life depended on it.
As Jezelle felt her slave's licks and suckles upon her clit and lips, and occasionally trying to slip inside of her amongst the her fingers, the demon's orgasm continued to build. Gasps of pleasure slipped between her fingers as she started to care little about anything but her own lust. The intensity spiraled nearly to its peak as Gretchen released her ass and quite clearly began pleasuring herself. Gretchen writhed beneath the robe's skirt; her moans came louder, intensifying her breath against her lover's pussy. As Gretchen was nearly overloaded by having her fantasy granted she was quick to join Jezelle at the edge of orgasm. After a few more licks and moans Jezelle braced herself for the inevitable.
But nothing happened. The succubus was left panting, confused and frustrated as all of the built up pleasure dissipated.
Gretchen released quite loudly, despite having her mouth full of flesh.
*What just happened?* Jezelle thought desperately.
"Oh... that was... so... good... It's like ye' knew... what I've always wanted...," Gretchen panted as she crawled out from under the skirt. Jezelle shook her head and snapped out of her shock. *It was just a fluke,* she thought. *Nerves, nothing more.*
"Don't think we're done yet. The night is young and I hunger as well," she said as she lifted Gretchen by her chin and licked the young woman's lips clean. Without needing to say anything more the pair made their way hastily to the room of the succubus.
Not thinking twice about her odd inability to cum, Jezelle was quick to lock lips with Gretchen once the door was shut behind them. With the skill only a succubus could possess when disrobing a paramour, she made quick work of her lover's corset and skirt. Gretchen's voluptuous breasts strained and stressed the buttons of her blouse. With a little help from Jezelle the shirt was torn open to free them. With an almost dance-like spin, the pair changed places and the demon playfully pushed her partner onto the bed.
Gretchen bit her lip in anticipation as she watched the succubus strip. Her hand instinctively found its place at her slit once more as Jezelle wriggled and undid the cinch that kept her acolyte's robe fitting snugly around her waist and bust. A series of sultry, hem-raising twirls revealed her bareness. Jezelle stopped, faced Gretchen once more and caressed her own body. With a slight moan to her own touch, she lifted up the robe to show her legs teasingly before slipping the garments up from her shoulders and letting them drop slowly to the floor. Her glamour dropped along with her vestments, though it hardly mattered she revealed her true self. Once bound in the enchantments of a succubus a victim became an oblivious little servant. It was a relief to finally be free of the illusion that slowly drained her essence. Not wanting to keep her lover waiting, Jezelle made haste to join her on the bed.
Tongues and legs entwined erotically as they embraced in the dim candlelight. With some shifting and sliding it wasn't long before both of their sexes pressed together. Moans exchanged as freely as spit did as both pair of lips barely separated. The eagerness of Gretchen titillated the succubus. While she enjoyed being full of a man more than anything there was something special and unbeatable about how a woman pleasures another. Though the urgency of her lust pressed her, there was still a tenderness to the human's touch as her hands caressed Jezelle's back. The sensation of the serving girl's breasts and erect nipples was divinely titillating to the succubus. Jezelle didn't even mind that her more than modest bust was nearly dwarfed by that of the girls. As hips gyrated clit and labia ground together in wet abandon. Their juices were stirred up together in the sweetest of nectars between them.
An eternity seemed to pass as the two held each other close in tribadism. It wasn't long before Jezelle could feel her climax approaching again. Craving release, the succubus dug her claws into Gretchen's ass, firmly enough to hold her but not enough to draw blood. In utter need she pulled her close, pressing Gretchen's snatch even harder against her own to intensify the sensations. The servant took note of her mistress's desire and began to buck her hips wildly.
"Ahhh lady Jezelle... I'm so close... I... ahhh"
"Don't you dare stop," Jezelle moaned as her fingers wound through hair, throwing herself down onto the bed.
"I live to obey you!" Gretchen screamed as claws raked from her ass down around her thighs. Her hands went to the lusty demon's hips and held them firm as the partners scissored. Under the succubus' spell Gretchen ground and thrust against her mistress with vigor.
Jezelle's idle hands sought her own breasts, groping them with the same ferocity as a perverted old man with a cheap young harlot. Between her fingers, her rock hard nipples were teased and tugged in attempt to push her past the brink. As she watched Gretchen ravage her, her pink tongue lolling and great breasts bouncing vivaciously, Jezelle felt everything coming to fruition once more.
"Right there... oh gods I'm going to... I'm going to...," with eyes firmly shut, her back arched as highly as it could as she crossed the edge. "AH.... aaaah...? What... no... NO!"
Her eyes opened wide in shock. She collapsed onto the bed and could do nothing but stare at the ceiling as pleasure fleeted her once more. What had Juste done to her?
*You know exactly what he did, she thought. He took away more than just your ability to feed...*
No. There had to be a mistake, there just had to be. *Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough.* She was a succubus; there wasn't any way that she couldn't be fucking properly. Maybe her chosen plaything was just no good? Her mind started to race as worry found its way into her deeply. Minutes passed, and only then did Jezelle notice the wench was unconscious -- on top of her. Under the heady influence of the succubus, the unsuspecting woman had been so relentless in her sexy assault that she'd fainted. "When did I...?" Jezelle didn't remember enchanting her so intensely. The resting girl had clearly been driven beyond her limits by spell, yet the succubus had no memory of casting anything. Haze started to creep into her thoughts. Whatever was happening to her right now had roused her hunger enough that it was starting to take control, and the fiend didn't even notice until now. It was but a slight rumble in her soul, but a moment of weakness is all it takes for her to lose everything. As it stood it had now given her her an active desire to feed. Before their rendezvous, Jezelle had fully intended the romp to be nothing more than a little fun, but panic was starting to change that.
*He's just a weak human, he couldn't possibly control you like this. You're better than him.*
Jezelle hated to let her hunger control her like this, but she couldn't help that it was right about this. Against her better judgment, the succubus gathered her composure and looked at Gretchen. The waitress rested so peacefully now, flush and exhaustion covering her beautiful face. Delicately, Jezelle lifted her by the chin to bring their lips level. She gently tried to tame the maiden's unruly hair, frizzed and wild from their passion, tucking a few strands behind Gretchen's ear.
Then Jezelle closed her eyes and began to chant. The demonic language would sound enticing to all who could hear. Even the sleeping wench stirred as the magical words resonated with an infusion of pure desire. Her eyes opened with an illuminating glow and the succubus sealed the spell with a kiss. Her tongue slipped easily between Gretchen's lips and set to work. The embrace lasted no more than a few seconds, but when Jezelle ceased her invasion the woman awoke with a deep gasp and eyes aglow in spell. Her bust rose and fell as she tried to discern what was happening. Her mind had, for all intents and purposes, shut off from the pleasure overload and the succubus had forced it back to work.
"M...M'lady..?" she asked in confusion as to what was happening.
"Your mistress isn't done with you yet," Jezelle said crossly. The best answer Gretchen could muster in her daze was a nod after a few moments of processing. Gretchen crawled about her mistress, until she came to rest with her head between her thighs and Jezelle's between her own. The moment it was within reach the succubus buried her face in Gretchen's sopping privates. She breathed in deeply to take in the scent of their juices, trying to boost her senses with desire. She playfully nipped at Gretchen's well groomed mound, but was so overburdened with need that she dove right in to the main course. One may think it self-destructive that a succubus could be susceptible to even their own nectar, but it rarely mattered in the heat of the moment.
The demon's almost snake-like tongue slipped past her fangs and lapped up every drop. It didn't take long for there to be nothing coating Gretchen's thighs, ass and pussy but the Jezelle's own spit. The only place where the slave's own wetness remained was deep within, and that's where Jezelle's tongue sought next. As the serpentine muscle penetrated the human, Jezelle wrapped her legs around the girl's head to encourage her to get nice and close. Gretchen licked and fingered Jezelle with abandon. As encouragement for doing so well, occasionally the succubus would pull out her tongue and whip the firm and quickly reddening ass of her servant with it. "Oh yes, my sweet... right there... You can do it."
All that mattered to Jezelle at that moment was her impending climax. She was finally close to achieving the orgasm she longed for. Not wanting to risk losing it again, she went all out, devouring the girl's love as if it were her last meal. Her tongue pressed as deeply as it could within Gretchen and thrust in and out as if it were a cock. Feeling the vagina tighten around and milk her tongue as the human convulsed in orgasm started to push the frustrated succubus over the edge. Jezelle was relentless as she tried to give herself the final push, but after nearly a minute of drawing out Gretchen's climax she threw her head back in torment as release evaded her yet again.
Her whole body ached as the built up pleasure slipped from her once more. Jezelle didn't understand at all what was happening. Had her master truly been so cruel as to deny her orgasm? What sort of monster is he? Frustration built up in her as she could tell Gretchen had fainted atop her again.
*Don't give up... There's another way...*
The succubus blinked at the hunger's suggestion. Had she been more rational, the hunger's increasingly intrusive pull would have been ignored, but Jezelle was panicking. No demon could ever be suppressed by a human like this. Being bested by him in bed was bad enough, but this would be beyond embarrassing, if true. It would be like an arachne whose silk was stolen by a mere human, or an orc, their weapons. It was completely and utterly unacceptable.
She began to chant the rousing spell once more, placing the kiss this time deeply on Gretchen's cunt. Her reaction to it was slower than before, but again the girl rose. She slowly looked back at her mistress with a desperate reluctance in her lust drunk eyes. She couldn't take much more. Jezelle crawled behind the servant and knelt. Her hands splayed above her own belly as she began to cast a new, even more vulgar spell.
Jezelle let out a guttural moan as she arched her back, light beaming from the area behind her claws. When it subsided, she licked her lips as she slowly stroked her newly formed member. There was a craziness in her eyes as she slowly crawled on top of her playmate. Jezelle's perverted tongue teasingly slurped at the girl's neck as the cock rested firmly against her buttocks. The member throbbed as its length ground against Gretchen's moist vulva.
"You had best prepare yourself, my little servant," she purred into Gretchen's ear with a hint of madness. The hunger had awakened once more from all her spell use and its need for release was blatant. "It's going to be a long night." | literotica |
(M tf Hybrid Fox / Tanuki)
The monk sighed as he made the rounds around the temple as usual, cleaning, praying, meditating, and tending to any guests... if there ever was any. It has been a good long while since anyone has visited the temple that doesn't actually work there. The Tanukidani-san Fudo-in temple in Ichijoji, Japan, is not particularly well known. When it comes to tourists virtually no one knows it exists in the first place and is a bit out of the way to visit even if you did. The locals still visited it often, and the temple does host ceremonies regularly... or it did. Recently a thug has been preying on visitors to the shrine, attacking at the base of the mountainside it is on. Because they strike at the base, no one from the shrine has seen them directly to give the police a positive ID on the culprit. So the thug is still at large, and the temple goes unvisited because its visitors keep getting intercepted.
The monk offers some berries to a plump tanuki who often visits, telling his woes to the critter to air his grievances. The monk wandered back into the temple and the tanuki furrowed her brows. What contemptable wretch would prey on the weak and elderly who come to the temple? As if the 250 step stairs were not already enough of a challenge to get into the temple. The tanuki wandered deeper into the forest from the edge of the temple where she would normally linger. The temple is made in worship of Fudo Myoo primarily- but it also worships the tanuki as guardians of the forest and bearers of good luck. This female tanuki would often sit among all the cartoonish statues of tanuki to see if the monk can spot her among the fakes. All of the statues are of male tanuki though- and she is notably missing the gargantuan scrotum.
Tanuki are essentially a type of wild dog- though at a glance you'd easily mistake them for a raccoon. Their face has a 'mask' that greatly resembles a raccoon, except rather than go across the bridge of their nose, it links across their chin and up their cheeks to their eyes- leaving the bridge of the nose their normal diffused brown fur. Their cheeks come to a very bushy point of fur, giving their head a very raccoon shape. With big round bodies and a bushy club-shaped tail, they are very friendly and form strong families. When stressed, they arch their back and bristle their fur like a cat does- but when happy; they roll over and present their big bellies in submission like a dog does. This particular tanuki is named Marumaru.
Maru-chan scurries deeper into the woods down a trail originally formed by humans but forgotten and now only walked by animals. She stops at a huge tree, marked with a shimenawa rope around its base- marking it as a sacred tree, warding evil spirits from it to protect the good spirit within. Maru-chan placed her paws on the base of the tree and looked up its immense trunk to the silver fox lazing in its branches.
"Haiiro? The temple is in need of help, I wanted to do something about it. Will you help too?"
The old fox only opened one eye to address her. Haiiro was once a beautiful streak of silver, flowing through the forest like liquid metal. Now he is elderly and rather scraggly. Humans had not visited his tree in ages, so he had no outside spiritual energy to feed him power. His tail is still bushy- at least he has that. He is missing his front right paw- the limb missing at the elbow joint from battles he already fought protecting this area. His left eye that he keeps shut for now is also milky looking and does not see well from having been cut in a near-fatal strike. His eye healed long ago, but his sight never fully returned to it. Silver fox have the exact same markings as a red fox does, because they are technically just a mutation of one- all the areas that are black on a red fox are also black on a silver fox. Instead of the vermillion fur however, a silver fox has a black undercoat and a pale grey overcoat- giving them a silver sheen. Their underbelly is black as well, but the very tip of the tail remains white like their counterparts.
"Humans forgot about me and my sacred tree, why would I help them? They have cut ties- far be it for me to stick my nose where it isn't welcome."
"But they are being accosted by a violent thug! The temple needs our help, to help others of their kind! Acts of virtue are not done out of want of recompense!"
Haiiro sighed, closing his good eye again. "Maybe so, but acts of bitterness are done with a desire for suffering, and this is poised well for deliverance."
Marumaru growled. "Uuugh, you scraggly old grump! Fine! I will do it myself!"
Haiiro opened both his eyes a sliver to watch her plump form wobble back and forth as she scurried back the way she came. What does a tanuki plan to do? Haiiro doesn't much care what happens to the humans one way or the other- but he doesn't want a jolly tanuki getting hurt on account of his inaction. Following silently from a distance behind, the fox slithers down the tree and trails the tanuki woman. Marumaru enters the main building of the temple- it was built in front of a natural cave, and most of the building is on long wood pillars because only the back of the building is actually attached to solid ground. That is why there are so many steps to get to the temple- it's built on the sheer side of a mountain.
Normally Maru-chan would never enter a human structure, but she could not fight a violent human in her current state- she needed help from something. She found the monk who always feeds her scraps at the edge of the temple. The monks are all meditating right now, so they are entirely unaware of her even as she walks nearly close enough to brush up against them. The monk has blocked out most of his surroundings and even emptied himself of his own thoughts for the moment- which incidentally makes him extremely easy prey for possession magic. Being as big as a medium sized dog; Maru-chan isn't going to be winning any fights... but in a human body she can. She placed a leaf on the monk's head carefully as to not disturb his meditation, and then used the leaf to channel her forest magic through! Marumaru's body seemed to vanish into an explosion of black and brown vapor and suddenly the monk opened his eyes, looking surprised for only a moment.
From his open eyes black skin advanced and ran down his cheeks, painting stripes on either side. The bald head of the monk started to sprout hair rapidly, though oddly soft, mirroring Maru-chan's fur rather than human hair. His hairline advanced down on either side, creating large bushy sideburns, mirroring the bushy pointed cheeks of a tanuki! Tanuki have small round ears, so Maru's influence did not affect the shape of his ears at all, and simply turned them to black skin as well. His nails sharpened and compressed in at the sides, causing them to also become thicker- turning them into small claws. At the tip of every digit a bubble started to form as fat built up under the skin. The larger the pads swelled out the darker the surface skin became. Pads formed in the palm as well, but the pads at the base of all his fingers were close enough to be partially fused together- so technically there was only two pads in his palm; a long multi-bumped pad for his fingers and then a separate one at the base of his thumb.
The black coloration on his pads started to bleed out, looking like a shadow across his skin, then turning a bruised color before darkening completely to matte black as it swallowed his arms! The coloration advanced to his shoulders and then even the shoulder blades- nearly touching in the back but not quite. The same change took his feet, but the coloration ended at the top of his thighs- not affecting his rump at all. He giggled in Maru-chan's voice as he felt his tailbone start to stretch, and the meaty muscles coiling around it wiggle it. With every back and forth it made, it got longer. Fur started to grow out of it almost immediately and lengthened as the tail did. The tail of a tanuki looks very wide and large, but the skin and bone portion isn't that big at all; it's just extremely bushy. It did not grow to her tail though- it had to be sized up to fit a human body. Bigger and bushier it grew and he blushed at the sensation, looking around his side at it enlarging. Most of the tail is diffused brown fur, but the very tip has a black band. It became as long as his torso, and almost twice as thick! The fur on the tail is so dense and bushy you could probably hide a good number of objects in the fur without it being noticeable at all. Heck a small animal could probably climb into it without being visible from outside the fur.
Marumaru lifted one foot and then the other to wiggle them so the wooden sandals fell off- shoes felt weird with padded feet. She also only stood on the front of his feet, feeling more natural with his heels up off the floor- though there is a pad on the heel as well. She only took one step in his body however before a quiet muffled *gloop* sound came from his belly and he felt a pressure building. His face blushed again as she realized she was influencing him in unintentional ways too. She isn't old enough to have much mastery of shape shifting magics- especially while inside someone else's body. So Maru-chan cannot control what parts of her body become visible on his.
The warm and pleasant pressure started to push his gut out, ballooning him in weight. Even Marumaru has never felt this sensation before- she got her own rotund belly from years of free scraps from this very monk; it didn't grow out in only a minute like it is now! He held his gut and wobbled in place, having to stagger back and forth a bit trying to adjust his balance to the very forward gut. His robes became so tight fit that the bottom lifted off the floor exposing his transformed feet because his belly was stealing all the fabric! It was pulled so tightly around his midriff that it was pulled into the folds of his huge love handles! His belly became so enormous you could fit a second person inside of it! The fat bloated outward into his surrounding body too- but minuscule amounts compared to the gut. His thighs swelled up big and round, and then he yelped in surprise with Maru's voice as he grabbed his chest from an odd pleasure! His nipples darkened to almost black and the areola puffed out and the nipples themselves stiffened and grew a bit bigger!
"A-ah, no! D-d-don't give me THOSE!"
Those are female nipples! Marumaru is canine so obviously she doesn't have boobs- but if you mix female into a human body; that is what you get. He squirmed and nearly fell over as another unwanted pleasure erupted in his groin! The pleasure of change was causing the monk to get an unwanted erection but... his penis isn't enlarging. It is becoming erect without becoming any bigger- it's engorging and shrinking at the same time, causing its proportions to change while the actual length is stationary! Her female genes are regressing his genital size! As the host- he still has more influence over the body than her; so she cannot invert his gender, but she can still adversely affect it. His chest started to plumpen up and droop a bit, resting on the top curvature of his mammoth belly but thankfully stopped not that fat. It was still within the realm of an overweight male- although in terms of feel, they might as well be boobs, and his nipples and areola are definitely female.
He felt the sensation of change enter his balls and braced himself for them to shrink with his now very small penis but with a deep gurgle- they started to expand!
"O-oh no!"
Mixing tanuki with male features... that won't shrink them. There isn't enough female to invert his gender, so it instead blended his balls with male tanuki features. He immediately spread his legs to give them room! They grow off-sync with one another and bob up and down in the scrotum as they expand! There is a sound of stretching tissue as they grow very quickly. When they lift in the scrotum it isn't noticeable; but when they drop again he can really feel the tremendous weight increase. The scrotum was doing a good job of keeping up with the balls within, so it never tightened. His pubes turned to brown fur and spread out over his scrotum as well- though took a while to completely cover it, since it is growing and creating more skin to need to cover.
As the penis stopped shrinking, the shaft seemed to push forward while the foreskin remained stationary- the exposed shaft from under it now reddened and pointed with a blunt tip and rounded point where the urethra sticks out the furthest- a canine phallus. His foreskin now instead acted as sheath- and the brown fur consumed it accordingly. It was not attached to his torso like a sheath normally would be though- not that it mattered, his belly sticks out so far that the sheath would be pointed forward either way.
By the time they stopped growing, his balls were each the size of a beanbag chair, and considerably heavier than them. The scrotum rest softly on the floor under him while fully standing- so they will brush the ground when he walks. Marumaru has to make him lift his legs with a good bit of force in order to step- because his legs need to lift his testicles out of the way in order to move forward.
Haiiro jumped down from the rafters and landed on the monk's shoulders with a sly grin. "Quite the form you have now, mmm?"
"What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to ignore the humans?"
"I do- but I didn't want you to run off and embarrass yourself. Besides, the person you are going to punish is also a human- and I have nothing against kicking their ass."
Haiiro sank through the skin of the exposed shoulder as if he were a ghost to join Maru-chan inside of the monk's body, but they both failed to realize what that would mean. She is possessing the monk, so his mind is muted while she controls the body, but if Haiiro possesses the same body his mind isn't shielded from hers! Their minds mixed together, unintentionally fusing them together!
The monk's ears became pointed and lengthened- gaining the ability to pivot around, raise, or lower. Several whiskers grew above the upper lip, but grouped together looking like an odd mustache. The feet started to lengthen, raising them off the ground further since he was already standing on only the fronts. The front of the foot continued to devolve, the digits fattening and shortening and fur started to grow where sparse hairs had once been, and consumed the legs up to the knee. The fur on the legs is the same matte black as the discolored skin, so it is hard to tell where the fur starts or ends.
Now he spoke with Haiiro and Marumaru's voice overlapped. "Uh oh..." Their balls let out a loud rumbling before the sound is stretching tissue resumed!
Adding a second male to the mix was causing the testicles to grow even larger! They already touched the ground!! Now the bottom of the robe was actually pinching the balls, stuck from lack of room! They touched the robe and used their magic- causing all the threads to become unraveled and then re-joined in the form of a huge poncho-like robe. The new garment only attached at the neck, so the rest was just draped over them, as to not strangle their bloating form. Even completely exposed you'd never actually be able to see their penis. The penis is smaller and the balls ludicrously bigger than before on top of the gigantic belly over it- the cock is hidden entirely just by default. The surge of testosterone from the behemoth nuts caused their muscles to tighten and swell now too. Their huge belly became taught and bouncy, the fat pectorals tightened and stood more which REALLY made them look like boobs now, although they lacked actual mammary glands. As the leanest part of their body already- the muscle growth was most noticeable on the arms which swelled tight; the skin pulled tight over the curvature of the muscle groups, exposing fat veins pinched toward the surface.
The bushy fox tail and the massively bushy tanuki tail combined, and the tail became both larger and bushier! The fur became a bit more loose as it lengthened now, making its flow lag behind the movement of the fleshy tail within. The tail is so bushy its more round than it is long, and absolutely gigantic! The black band on the end remained, but the brown body of the tail gained a metallic silver sheen to it. The silver coloration also sapped the color from the rest of the monk's skin, making him look rather pale. Luckily the balls did not grow THAT much bigger before stopping again- now firmly rested on the ground- the scrotum didn't need to hold any of their weight itself. Maru-chan and Haiiro have effectively fused while inside of the monk's body- they are now Maruigin!
Maruigin attempted to walk out, but between his belly and enormous balls rolling back and forth heavily with every step... his erection was being rubbed on both the top and bottom by the surrounding flesh. He needed to get rid of that. If he did not deliberately masturbate it now- it would just masturbate itself as he tries to move around. He glanced around to see if anyone was around, then flopped over right there on the wood floor. His balls eclipsed his legs like this, and to even reach his penis he needed to roll back a bit to reach between his belly and balls. He masturbated the now much more sensitive cock, and felt the feeling of getting an erection return as a knob formed in the sheath, engorging with still more blood. That would be the knot- both fox and tanuki have knots. Oh wait, shit. BOTH have knots!
It did not stop when it should have stopped. The knot kept swelling, pulling the sheath too tight around it, forcing it to slide up and out even as he was still masturbating- usually it doesn't come fully out till just before climax. This caused the shaft to appear to get even longer as the knot popped out and shoved the sheath further back under its back curve. Maruigin switched his grip to only his index and thumb wrapped around the back side of the knot, tugging up on it. He moaned as quietly as he could manage- this was the most sensitive part of a canine phallus. But the knot kept swelling! It is taking the knot of a tanuki, sized up for a normal sized human cock, and combining it with the knot of a fox also sized up to a normal human cock- and applying it to a cock that is below average!
The actual shaft remained small, but the knot was already looking enormous for its size! It looked like two ping pong balls on either side of the shaft base, then two golf balls, then two tennis balls, then two softballs. The knot was getting so big in comparison to the shaft that it wrapped all the way around, the two sections pressed into one another on the top and bottom of the shaft- creating a sort-of third bulge where the urethra passed over the knot on the underside. And it still grew. It was growing and pulling more skin out from inside the sheath, which made the overall dick longer without making the shaft itself any longer. By the time it stopped growing, the knot was as big as a slightly deformed basketball!! He gripped the knot on either side and shivered at the intense feeling. The skin was stretched so thin here- the knot itself so fucking tight from pressure it was hard as stone. The millions of tiny veins strangled on its surface looked black in contrast to the reddened skin. The soft chubby pads on the insides of his hands felt so exquisite on the knot, softly rubbing it on either side, massaging it... worshipping it. He deliberately went as softly as he could, and paused when it started to spike too high, but even then it did not take long to finally climax- the nerves are stretched so thinly across the surface of the knot that he could not hold out long even when he tried to make it last. And because of the size of his gargantuan balls- his orgasm lasted for nearly ten full minutes! Each shot of cum was thick and dense like a rope and came back down on the wooden floor heavily enough to make a slapping sound. There was so much cum, but the penis it needs to get out of is so small that his orgasms have to be freakishly long!
It took nearly another full ten minutes for his knot to finally shrink down small enough to pop back into the sheath. There is so much blood crammed into it that it cannot drain quickly, just like his balls. Once outside the shrine he hustled to the foot of the mountain. Getting down the mountain is surprisingly easy- he swung his scrotum and used the momentum of its immense weight to yank him forward faster- and naturally gravity moved him down the slope. Being made of two forest dwellers; Maruigin was able to navigate the woods easily even while being yanked down by his own increased and very forward set weight- pushing a palm against a tree here and there to make quick adjustments to his direction as he flew past. He grabbed a twig as he charged down and used his magic to clone the stick over and over again. The copies multiplied quickly, arranged into a circle as Maruigin formed a conical hat out of the sticks to place on his head. He used the very wide rim of the hat to hide his face- since it is painted like a tanuki with the ears of a fox.
The mugger wandered around the area, sticking to laneways, keeping an eye out of anyone elderly or weaker looking by themselves trying to get to the temple. Maruigin slammed into the pavement beside him suddenly from the ledge cut off at the bottom by a rock wall! His giant balls plapped down on the ground and smooshed out so suddenly that they collided with the mugger's legs and tripped him forward! Maruigin thrust out his belly quickly, slamming into the man's face and chest and ramming him against the nearby wall so hard it crushed all the air out of his lungs! Before the man could even figure out what happened, the clawed hand of Maruigin slammed into his face and held his head against the wall.
Maruigin smiled with a mouth full of fangs. "Now how about a little divine wrath?" | yiff-extreme |
Title: Chapter 7: What you don't know... by TheFurryAngel
Tags: Anal, Dog, Fox, Handjob, M/M, Oral
Preface: Please be advised: the following material is erotic fiction. Under 18 is not legally permitted to view this. My work contains furries, offensive language, and homosexuality. Please enjoy and leave helpful comments!
Chapter 7: What you don't know...
Tobias's head connected with the floor in a dull thunk as he fell off the couch. Sweating and gasping he lay there as hot tears burned his face and eyes. Images drifted and swam before his vision. Shaking he curled up to cry, the apartment sat empty and uncaring.
Blake ran his left paw through his fur on his head, smoothing it back and sighing. Even in the bedroom he could hear the cranking of the garage door opening. Raymond sat the table, bleary eyed and dizzy. The husky scratched his head delicately, his headache was hurting like a motherfucker and he couldn't remember why? What the fuck happened? And his ass hurt too damnit! Norma walked in with a bag under one arm and her purse in the other. She put her car keys on the shelf above her desk and as she reached she unknowingly presented a good side view of her breasts to Blake, who was looking at his feet in a daze. The wolf's muscled shoulders shook slightly and he turned his gaze to Norma (Fuck her. Yeah, fuck her and forget it. That, it was the booze. It didn't happen) and ran his eyes up and down her body. Raymond got up and fled to the toilet as he felt a wave of nauesua strike and his headache grew worse. Blake pulled Norma into a kiss and led her into the bedroom. Ray leaned against the wall and stumbled forward. He collapsed onto a loveseat. The dull barks and moans of his mother and her boyfriend's love making eminated from the closed doors. Turning the other way the husky nodded off again.
Mort showered and dressed again. He looked at shower room and felt his heart rate increase. Smiling, he left, feeling a sense of invulnerability. The clouds had gathered again and more rain looked apparent. The tiger shook his head and drove off for his house.
Justin sat on a couch in the TV room. The screen on the wall buzzed quietly with news and recent events. The Lab's attention floated off elsewhere, the tiger was good but a bit big to dominate. The leash would serve well next time. Justin looked out the window as rain pittered against it. Maybe that fox with the cute face, yeah, he would do well. The rain came down in sheets, the howling wind drowned out the television.
Tobias slowly came to. His head ached and it felt like his heart was full of ice and glass. He pulled himself into a sitting position and he wished Mort hadn't left yesterday. He climbed back onto the couch but the tiger smell was gone. Feeling abandoned Tobias lay there, tears slowly gliding down his muzzle. Night fell fast and a dark cover shrouded StonePier.
Dawn broke in the warm summer air and Mort watched the shadows dance across the ceiling in his bedroom, the rising sun made them move in complex patterns and rythms. He closed his eyes and savored the memory of Justin's mouth (Tobias?) but he opened his eyes suddenly as the wolf floated into his mind. Something, something he couldn't place pulled at him. The wolf, felt?, right. He shook his head. He and Justin (We are something aren't we?) we already committed in a way. Mort wasn't a man whore, he'd be faithful to the Lab. Turning over to look at his dresser the tiger pondered the day. He had to start reading or he'd never finish the books in time for class in August.
Norma slept peacefully and her gentle breathing reflected off the walls. Blake watched her, her shoulders rose with each breath and she leaned against him, her legs wrapped around him and holding on. The sex had been fine but it (wasn't Raymond) wasn't (Fuck it shut the fuck up) wasn't something. The sleeping female mumbled in her sleep and moved her paw down Blake massive chest. The tormented wolf closed his eyes and watched light shift behind his lids. He tried to push everything from his mind.
Justin picked himself up and out of bed, after a quick shower he slipped down the stairs in a blue mesh sleeveless shirt, his ripped arms bunching and uncurling as he moved, and some tight shorts. The sun lit up the street and the Lab sauntered out. A gentle breeze shuffled his fur as he headed for the park, the morning smelled like grass and rain. Justin sat down on a park bench, he watched the scenery. As the minutes sluggishly moved passed furs walked by and by, absorbed in their lives Justin watched them with a certain loathing. Their existences were so, meaningless. Leaning back and staring up to the powder blue sky Justin felt a strong sense of superiority. Around noon a sleek fox sat down next him. "Glad you could make it Evan" "Anything for my favorite puppy" The fox ran his paw over Justin's thigh and the Lab felt his cock wake up. ‘Not here" he growled "Where did you park?" "Over there, by the deli and the old lot" Justin smiled, he had needs, and they would be fuffilled. The two furs walked over nonchalantly and got into the fox's SUV. The windows were tinted dark to the point they were pitch black. Once inside and the doors locked Justin attacked the fox. Pinning the smaller canine to the floor of the car in the back Justin licked up the fox's neck. Evan growled low and unbuttoned the Lab's pants. He ran his hands up the mesh shirt, Justin's muscles glided beneath the fabric like snakes in a coil. The fox hooked his claws under the mesh shirt and pulled it off. Justin's broad chest loomed above him and the smooth abs with perfect definition clenched. Justin relived Evan of his t-shirt and pants and ran his tongue over the fox's chest. Evan growled and licked Justin's nipples with long wet strokes. The dog leaned back and tried not to bark. Evan sucked hard and then released the flesh with a moist pop. Each time Justin moaned and Evan switched nipples. Then the fox began licking the soft chest fur. He worked his way down Justin's stomach, drawing his tongue in even lines over the fur and muscles. Evan put one o the floor for balance and with the other, in a teasingly slow manner, pulled down Justin's boxers. He was rewarded with the Lab's hard on, a sheen of pre cum giving it the perfect coating. Evan licked up the shaft, cleaning the dripping member as doggie jizz continue to seep. The fox gripped Justin's manhood then forced it down his throat. The Labrador moaned softly as hot fox saliva bathed his aching cock. Evan bobbed his head up and down the red surface, Justin scratched behind the smaller canine's ears in a loving way. Abruptly Justin pulled out and pushed the fox back and down. He pulled his lover's hips up and, with only spit, thrust forward. Evan yipped but Justin held his jaws together and kissed the fox's neck. "Shhh, this is gonna feel good." Justin's swelling knot made it complicated to fuck the small ass but after securing a hold on the floor, Justin hilted himself with one good buck. The fox's warm insides moved and slid over Justin's organ. The Lab ran his tongue over Evan's neck and gently pawed his lover's cock. The stiff fox shaft smeared clear pre over both of them and Justin shifted as best he could inside Evan. Choking down a yelp of pleasure, Evan came in Justin's paw and hot rivers of fox spunk slid between his fingers. Holding up the white covered paw to Evan's mouth, the fox obediently ate his cum, licking and sucking the digits erotically. With the fox's hot maw lapping at his paw and steamy guts devouring his meat, Justin orgasmed hard and bit down on the fox's shoulder to keep from screaming. Burning puddles of doggie seed pumped into the fox's ass and slicks of gooey fun trickled out Evan's stuffed tail hole. Panting heavily into the fox's ear Justin closed his eyes and the sound of pumping blood echoed in his mind as he came down from his climax. Evan kissed the Lab gently and his tongue snuck into his lover's mouth. Justin kissed Evan back, the taste of warm fox cum sweetening their embrace.
After almost 3 hours of reading Mort's eyes ached. He tossed the paperback onto his desk and left his room stretching his back and clearing the stairs in one jump. The crash his landing made caused his mom leap off the couch in shock. "Uh, sorry." The exhausted tigress scowled then fell back asleep. Mort picked his keys off the table. Tobias stepped back into his thoughts. Mort leaned against the door and stared out through the glass, summer lay before him, distant clouds rose and time seemed to be distorted and out of joint. The sunbeams played across his fur and the city lumbered through the day.
Another chapter has closed. Sorry if it lacks some of the force of earlier ones, I have allergies and I'm coughing and sneezing. That puts a damper on my writing. Summer is gonna bring fun times (pool parties!) keep watching :D | FSE |
Title: A Trainer's Bond (Final Draft) by thelastgasp
Tags: Anatomically Correct, Arcanine, First Time, Human, Knot, M/M, Mild Romance, Non-Anthro, Oral, Pokemon, Teenagers, Zoophilia
A Trainer's Bond
Jim sighed and stretched out, annoyed how the summer heat was draining his energy. He Felt hot and sticky in his shirt while he tried to work on his Pokemon league work. He had just got his trainer's license and was eager to start practicing to get his first badge. But first it seemed like his dad was going to make him learn everything about training. He didn't know there was so much work, not just the romanticized 'walk around the country collecting 'mons' style the TV shows usually had. It felt like school again.
Well, except at school he didn't have the fun of hanging out with his friend Niner, four hundred pounds of Arcanine his dad had trained while he was growing up. While pretty much 'retired' from the shows and dueling he used to do, he was well used to being in Jim's presence and accepting his commands. Despite the usual rule of powerful 'mons not trusting a trainer without badges the books had you believe, things were usually a bit more loose. Though Niner was the relaxed type too, and didn't seem to mind an 'untested' trainer like some others would. Although having had been half Jim's pet as he grew up probably helped too.
For now Niner was sprawled on his back, panting lazily and trying to urge the studying human to rub his belly instead. Jim did his best to ignore his little whines for attention. But when a giant dog who is six feet tall wants attention he usually gets it. Soon he was nosing the tablet computer aside to roll over on his back again for scritches in front of his trainer.
"Oh you silly Niner, I bet you're loving this heat. Me, I think I'm gonna melt soon at this rate," The human giving in and rubbing the big Arcanine's tummy, enjoying the feel of that long, soft fur. Scritching quick and firm as he felt the fire-type's heat wash against his hands. "Hmmph, I think this heat is all your doing. You haven't been practicing sunny day now lately have you," teased Jim, as his hands rubbed up towards the massive dog's chest. Although he found his gaze drifting downwards towards his lap, biting his lip shyly as he eyed that big, fat furry sheath and heavily dangling ballsac.
While Niner's always been Jim's best friend, the human teen was starting to have some other thoughts of things to do with his friend. And it didn't help he had a rather interesting dream involving Niner starting a more intimate relation with the young boy a few months ago. The courageously horny streaks of adolescence were starting to flare up, and the summer heat just made them worse. Though he was a bit embarrassed at having masturbated to the thought of having sex with his friend, the thought of it now was always lurking in the back of his head whenever he was around the big Arcanine.
And with that big Arcanine rather blatantly showing himself off, even inadvertently, was Jim blush brightly. He bit his lip and looked away, eying the clock on his tablet, and seeing dad would be away for a few hours. A naughty little thought had taken hold and was trying to draw up courage to see if Niner might return the more intimate affection he wanted. Though when your lover is four times your weight and over a foot taller, let alone several more longer, it wasn't something he wanted to be too aggressive about.
Not that he thought the powerful Arcanine would intentionally hurt him. Though letting him, ahem, make love as in his dream would be a guarantee of breaking poor Jim. Though that didn't stop him from fantasizing about it on several nights, dreaming of those big legs planted around him. The heat pouring onto his back as all that lush fur rubs back and forth. And of course that incredibly beautiful arousal buried in him, as a lover and friend. Niner's big tail flagging proudly as he howled his climax, just like when he watched Niner breed a pretty Ninetails. His dad thought he was just being bashful about learning about Pokemon breeding, not knowing about the dreams and affection he had for the Pokemon. But having grown up together, it just seemed so natural and normal.
Though he didn't think Dad or Mom would appreciate knowing he was a Pokephile. While loving your Pokemon was seen as a touch awkward, if nothing too weird, making love to them was another thing altogether. It wasn't quite as bad as someone who preferred normal animals, given the obvious intelligence Pokemon show. It was still, well, love outside your species. But hey, if breeding can go out of species, why not with humans as well. But maybe things are just more simple and clear-cut when you are 13 and those hormones are burning away full throttle. Although Niner being male didn't bug Jim any. He was just more comfy with other boys. It seemed kind of, more fun, in a devilish naughty sort of way.
A few licks and slobbery hot kisses on his cheek broke Jim's day dreaming with a bright blush. Those big golden eyes cheerfully gazing back, making the boy wonder how much Niner might know about his interest in him. Of course, the stiff boner in his shorts didn't help a thing. And with that realization his naughty idea dug in a little more, sparking another few more ideas as a plan formed from the courage of adolescent horniness.
"Say, it's too hot to study. I bet it's too hot for you too. How about a quick shower to cool off, it's been a while." He had bathed with the Arcanine many times before when he was younger. Though when he got older it had started to feel a little awkward, though he wasn't certain why. Of course, now he knew what all that private intimacy stuff was, but his interest had turned back towards it once more, although with more lewd intentions. He hoped the big Arcanine wouldn't dislike him for it. Having Niner stop obeying his commands would probably give away more than he'd like about why he angered the big Pokemon.
But the big canine didn't show any displeasure in following Jim to the bathroom. Nails clicked on the tiles as the human nervously closed the door. His heart pounded in his chest in anticipation and worry at his next moves. His arousal was doing it's best to push those worries aside, and was mostly succeeding as he shyly stripped his shirt off. His shorts slid down next, a little flush of awkwardness as he watched his erection spring forth from lowered underwear. Niner giving it a curious glance, though he made no reaction otherwise.
Soon nude as he looked himself over in a mirror. Lanky thin still, light skin, freckles, and thin red hair giving him a pretty stereotypical 'nerdy' look. Though his dad managed to look refined and intellectual, Jim felt he was the type to be looking for errant dice and CCG cards. Not there was anything wrong with that, but he hoped his looks could be refined to something more appealing. Though for now all he wanted to appeal to was the large Arcanine who was dwarfing him right now. Intimately as well, as he looked over his stiff, slender penis dangling between his legs. The uncut length showing a thin layer of hair newly grown along his lap. He knew he was adult enough to do what he wanted to do, but just needed to know how to ask Niner.
Jim looked over at the big dog, feeling an inquisitive gaze in those big golden eyes. He decided no time was like the present, and if he was slow, gentle and loving, Niner would show him his feelings about the matter. He carefully leaned in and knelt down, hugging the massive Arcanine closer. "Uh, heh, Hiya Niner... so uh, I had a dream with you..." he started, as his hands began to rub his lower sides and belly. He worked his hands in wandering circles towards a lap, trying to put as much confidence to his motions as he could get his shaking hands to show. "You uh, well, made love to me... " his cheeks were burning now, even if he was admitting this to a Pokemon who wasn't even officially his yet. But he leaned in closer, pressing his nose to the Arcanine's, whispering slowly, "It was, well, beautiful I think. And I'd, er, love to, well, love you sometime. Well, I love you, but I want to, uh, make love... if you, um, get my drift..."
He was very thankful dad was going to be gone for a few hours. If he caught him whispering sweet nothings to his Pokemon it would probably be the end of his career right then and there. But Niner just gave a loving nuzzle back, a wet lick in return as Jim giggled. His confidence boosted greatly by that kind touch, he bit his lip and looked down the big canine's body to his haunches. His hands slipped down to settle on each side of that grand sheath. Slowly he moved them forward, and cupped his lover's cream furred sheath, watching carefully to see the dog's reaction. A quiet huff of breath, and then deep red flesh of his tapered penis peeked free. Steadily it slid out, inch after inch of slick, crimson flesh revealed while Jim's heart pounded in his ears, knowing Niner had accepted his offer. "I, I love you..." he whispered, "And just want to make you feel good."
His hands worked slowly, fingers tracing back and forth to get that thick sheath worked up. The warmth was almost too much for his hands as he embraced his friend intimately. Niner gave him a firm nuzzle against his side, distracting Jim so he could then flop onto his side before the human. The dog's legs were spread in a way that could not be seen in any other way but beckoning one onward. And Jim followed that invitation, kneeling down on the cool tiles to lean his head down. Looking over the massive length that was presented to him, running a finger along the darker veins of the slippery flesh. He leaned his head closer and kissed the slippery, pointy tip of his lover's penis for the first time. A jet of hot, faintly metallic fluid kissed his tongue back. It was like hot saltwater, though better tasting. His body shook as he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself and keep himself from fainting in lust. He was inches from fulfilling one of those fantasies he had late at night, when those summer nights were too hot to go to sleep without a little fun first.
Finally Jim gathered enough nerve, and he leaned himself over against Niner's soft belly and chest fur. Feeling that wonderful heat against his chest as he opened his lips wide and carefully. And he guided the red, throbbing penis of his lover into his mouth to suck upon daintily. He couldn't believe how big the Arcanine was really, it must have been over a foot of stiff, straight flesh. A deep red color tinged to dark purple along the base as his hands guided the sheath back to expose it fully. It was almost burning hot, but soothingly so on his tongue and lips. He bobbed his head slowly, just like he saw a girl do in a movie on a friend's computer. Feeling the flesh between his lips pulse with life and pleasure, spilling more hot fluid against his lips. He knew males dribbled precum when aroused, but he wasn't expecting it to squirt in little jets like Niner was. It was nice feeling though, knowing it was his lover's enjoyment of the moment. His hands soon pushed that sheath back fully so his knot would be free to bloom, finger tips reaching out and stroking those heavy balls that dangled lewdly before his nose. He was finally doing it, giving his lover pleasure for the first time. He wished greatly he could be mounted by Niner, but seeing his size he finally he knew he'd never be able to take it safely. But he could give him his love in the next best way, as he got comfortable to begin really working to suck off his new mate.
His head rolled a little quicker when he heard Niner whine in enjoyment, hearing the loud cheerful panting of a dog in bliss. Time just melted away for him as he closed his eyes to savor every inch of flesh he could take. Loving the fact he could only engulf a little over half of that thick penis, envious of his love's proud endowment. Exploring the subtle curves of the straight penis, and tracing that pointy tip with a finger. Envious of how much more exotic and alluring it was to his slim, slightly curved and so much more plain maleness. Jim definitely thought dogs were quite blessed in the sexy shape of their maleness, so much nicer than a human one. A thicker spurt of pre made his eyes open to watch the canine's knot begin to swell. A shiver running up his spine as he eyed the tensing ballsac before him. Knowing that massive arousal was getting close to cumming now, soon to fill his mouth with his pleasure.
Jim panted through his nose as he watched that knot blossom with playful curiosity. He knew roughly how canines mated from his breeding classes. The way that knot would bulge and lock with a lover during mating, to let every drop fill their mate in climax. His fingers stroked the pulsing flesh of that swelling knot, feeling it bulge out against fingertips. He counted to three in his head, while the panting and whining moans behind him grew louder. Then he squeezed down in a loving firm on that knot with both hands. Feeling his mate's pulse race with each throbbing twitch of pleasure against his hands. He closed his eyes tight as he felt the spurts of precum grow more intense as the wonderful Arcanine tensed in such a wonderful manner. He knew any moment know, he'd taste his friend's climax for the first time.
Niner's hips arched, and then a flood of hot, thick dog cum filled his mouth. A loud series of barks and howls announced climax from his friend's attentions, though even that was not as strong as the sheer amount of semen he sprayed into Jim's mouth. The taste was strong and bitter, hints of metallic tang in the thick semen. The hot slimy stuff dribbled down his chin as he swallowed, unable to breathe as he concentrated on drinking all he could. Glad the heat of it wasn't too much to burn him, but it was close to his limit for hot drinks. But the rush of lustful enjoyment made those little cares fade into the back of his mind, just wanting to savor the Arcanine's first time with him. Lovng the messy squelch of cum when it dripped from his lips as he gulped again and again, holding that knot to feel it jerk and pulse with power each time he came. And he came so much, an incredible amount to his own little gushes when he stroked himself off.
But finally Niner's climax ended with a cheerful woof and loud panting. The cum thinning as he squirted less. And soon it was a gentle, steady rhythm of thin precum to swallow. Letting Jim catch his breath while it lazily filled his mouth between his swallows. He knew canines would keep squirting away as long as their knot was hold. And he was very content to just hold that knot with both hands, even if he was barely able to wrap both hands around that grand knot. He winced a little at the thought of that thing buried in him. But hoped one day, maybe he would be ready to take it. For now though, he was in bliss. Eyes closing again to savor the thin, slimy gushes of post-cum that the big dog offered him plenty of. The big dog just panted with sated pleasure, flicking and wagging his tail and pawing the air contently.
Minutes dragged on and on as he rested there, not minding the soreness in his knees from the hard tile. He was with his best friend, and he brought him to climax. He felt more adult then he ever did, even if his jaws ached and his lips were sore and tingling from rubbing dog penis. The knowledge of that making him quite pleased as he finally pulled free. His lips messy with his love's cum down his chin as he leaned over to firmly kiss him on his black canine lips. A giggle at the curious sounding reply he got from that, and enjoying the knowledge Niner's tongue was just as nice, hot and slick as his arousal to press his tongue too. Though he wasn't certain the Arcanine enjoyed the human kiss as much as he did, giggling as he finally got off his knees to sprawl on his back on the cold tiles. He murmured contently to the air, "Wow... oh wow.. that was incredible. Oh Niner, I've loved you so long, I'm so happy to have had this chance. I hope you didn't find it odd or anything."
Jim giggled, talking to Pokemon was always one of those 'geek' things, though many assumed most Pokemon would understand some English after a while. Niner's response caught him more off guard though, as a long, wet lick dragged over his balls. Jim jerked up to watch with fascination as those powerful jaws wrapped delicately against his own stiff flesh. And soon the large Arcanine began to lick and groom the young boy's stiff erection with delicate, slow touches. Drawing his tongue against the foreskin, letting it pull it back when his tongue slid down his length. The feeling was incredible, like burying his lap in hot, wet velvet. "aaah, Niner... I'm... I'm gonna cum soon like that..."
The words sounded so odd. But so erotic as he watched his lover begin to lick in quick, steady motions along the tip of his arousal. Obviously playing with and exploring his foreskin just as he had earlier explored Niner's sheath. Jim just closed his eyes and trembled, listening to the steady crescendo of wet licks against his arousal. His words a promise as a familiar hot tingle burned in his lap. His ballsac was tense and his cock dribbled precum, only to be licked clean with that big, hot tongue. He curled his toes and pressed his hands on Niner's ears, stroking them firm and quick in enjoyment. "oh, Love, I'm... Gonna... Mmmmmph!"
His back arched as he gave in to those steady, milking licks. His first jet of cum splashed into Niner's mouth, as a half dozen more quickly followed. Each one a burning rush of pleasure as he stroked the big dog's cheeks fondly. Jim watched him attend so carefully and delicately, as well the obvious enjoyment Niner showed in bringing his trainer affection. Jim savored every touch as the pleasure melted into the sweet flush of afterglow, though it had never been so intense when he masturbated late at night alone. He sighed and opening his eyes to pet Niner lovingly watching the way the big dog carefully tried to pleasure him, "oh, darling, wow... thank you."
The two nestled close, Jim loving the feel of the big Arcanine's lips pressed carefully around his penis. Feeling that hot breath on his lap as that tongue teased all over his penis and even down to his ballsac Though soon those gentle touches grew too hot. Tingling and ticklish and as they made him squirm. "Eeep, eee, uh, Niner, I'm, hee, too sensitive now, mmmph, ya might want to pull back...." Those big eyes looked up curiously, then he nodded as he pulled his head back from Jim's maleness. Well, after he sneaked one last slurp over his lap, from ballsac to tip, making Jim moan nearly as loud as he did earlier in climax. "eee, heehee, wow, you are wonderful. Though I think we both really need a shower, lemme clean you up nice and good..."
Jim's dad was quite pleased that Jim had suddenly taken such a good interest in grooming Niner that night, and complimented them both at how strong the bond between trainer and Pokemon had gotten, and that soon Niner would be fully his Pokemon to keep. He said the two showed great promise of becoming something special indeed. He never knew that they already had become something special just earlier during that long summer afternoon. | FSE |
Title: Crocodile Blood Part 1 by twopaperbags
Tags: Bathing, Crocodile, Dark, Explicit, F/solo, Gore, Transformation
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My first Yiffy story... I've been working on it for a while. It's a transformation story, actually, I'll get to already Yiff stories later on. There is more to this, and I'm working on the next part. In the mean time, enjoy part one of Crocodile Blood.
\-Mike
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Crocodile Blood
At the head of the air boat, currently puttering through the dense swampland that most know as the Asmat swamp in New Guinea, a woman wiped sweat from her brow. She was tall, thin, with brown hair displaying her flawless face. She was wearing a pink tank top, and short blue jeans. Despite her best efforts, the humidity left her clothes stuck on her form, displaying the fact she was braless. The heat of the area was killing her, and the crew was complaining. Around her neck hung a camera; issued by national geographic.
She blinked her brown eyes, looking around past the swamp gases. "Any luck, yet?" She called to the back of the boat over the sound of the fan. Her finger was ready to take a shot for hours now, and getting impatient.
"Sorry, Alia. No sign of them yet." Another called back. She sighed, watching the water impatiently.
They were out on these swamps to find a species of Crocodile that was rapidly becoming extinct; its kind was being slaughtered and sold. The blood of crocodiles was used in some medicines, and they had managed to trace them back to the area.
The boat moved on, unaware that a few feet to their left, past a large hanging tree, a group of crocs were lying on the beach, well hidden by a large tree. They watched the boat move by, only moving slightly now and then, to conserve energy in their cold blooded boides. The largest of them all was sitting on a log, sleeping silently. It didn't notice the unnaturally large mosquito land in its neck and drink some of its blood, then fly away after a moment.
Alia looked around impatiently, sitting down inside the boat. She quickly put her camera away in a waterproof casing, setting it aside. She leaned over to a crew member and spoke in a quick language, barely understandable to anyone untrained. The man nodded standing and beginning to turn the boat around.
"We'll try again tomorrow, don't worry!" she said as the crew protested. "Tomorrow, we'll find 'em for sure, got it?"
Almost halfway to their drop-off point, the mosquito got a hint of another feast, and descended to the ship. Landing on the camera bag, it was brushed away by Alia's hand. It seemed to not enjoy such treatment, and flew to her exposed shoulder. She gave a small yelp as it landed, quickly smashing it. It was too late, though, the mosquito had its fill, and she now had hers.
After realizing the mosquito had bit her, she went to the medical kit, rooting around for a moment before finding the anti-itch cream. Applying it gently, she noticed how much bigger that mosquito was to the most that had bit her earlier, but decided to let it go. Size didn't have much to do with it, it seemed.
After a little while longer of conversation, about their current job or family, and some heated discussion on their lack of crocs, the air ship had landed at the drop-off point. The crew all pitched in and got the supplies back in the truck, and was ready to get back to their temporary home: An un named establishment known to them as the Motel.
They returned to the motel; a two level establishment that wasn't doing s well in terms of renovations. There were holes in walls, paint peeling, garbage littered, and the finest point was running water that wasn't brown. They each went to their respective rooms, tired after the morning excursion. Alia was the leader of the group, so she got a room along. The downside was, the equipment would have to keep her company.
After getting settled in again, Alia sat down on her bed, pondering the day's events. She was brought out of her thought by a sudden pain in her shoulder, where the mosquito had bit her. She got more of the calamine lotion, applying it. She stopped as she noticed the skin was red and inflamed, but when she touched it, it was cooler than the rest of her skin. "Huh..." She whispered quietly, running a finger around the red area.
To keep her mind off the bite, she got up, and walked into the bathroom. The shower was clean, unlike most of the others in the motel; she had spent most of the first day tidying her living space. She started the water, making it warm, how she liked it.
She stepped back from the shower and peeled off her damp clothes, exposing her round, perky breasts. They weren't much, but she got by with them. Her pants followed, going into a pile on the floor. She glanced in the mirror and smiled lightly; she liked how she looked. She turned in front of the mirror, running a hand over her round ass. Her finger gently twirled her nipple idly, without her realizing it. She was always a very sexual person, and didn't mind a game now and then, she had to admit. She giggled a bit to herself as she stepped into the shower.
As she felt the warm water begin to caress her body, she felt herself get slightly... colder, strangely enough. She blinked, shivering a small bit. Her breasts shook on her chest, and she stopped them with a small touch. Her nipples began to get harder, even with the warm water blasting down on them. The mark on her shoulder felt like frostbite, and she rubbed it worriedly. She turned up the heat of the shower, turning in it to get warmer, but found it didn't do much. She mumbled something about the heater being broken, stepping out of the shower. She went to the mirror again, looking herself over. She didn't look any different, but she felt...
"Probably a sickness... malaria, most likely... great..." She groaned, going back to the medical case. She dug around for the antibody syringe, finding it without much hassle. She prepped the syringe, placing it to her skin. For a moment, the needle didn't break her skin, making her confused. She placed the syringe down, feeling her upper arm where she had tried to inject herself. She was surprised to find it wasn't as soft as before and was now cracking slightly.
"What... but the moisture around here..." She said in a low whisper, feeling the hard skin. It seemed almost armor like. "I must need a doctor..." She decided, taking the syringe again. After some looking for a spot, she found a small soft patch and injected the serum. The label had said that some side effects such as dizziness, tiredness, and slight hallucination might be possible, so Alia went to the bed and laid down, closing her eyes before even getting under the covers.
She awoke a few hours later by a sudden burst of pain from the mosquito bite. She gave a pained moan and clutched it, feeling something odd. The hardness of her arm had spread, and she could feel her touch dulled from all sides. In her haste, she had left herself unclothed, and ran her other hand along her stomach. It felt soft still, luckily, but now she was beginning to get even more worried.
"What was this bite...?" She wondered aloud to no one. "Is this paralysis...?" she said quietly. Her train of thought was stopped, though, by another burst of pain from the bite. She growled and clenched her teeth, which felt... odd to her. She waited for the wave of pain to subside before getting out of bed and going to the mirror, looking at her teeth. They were normal, but when she touched one, it wobbled slightly.
"That doesn't make any sense... What's going--AH!" She shouted as the tooth she was playing with dropped from its place and onto her tongue, followed by the taste of blood. She spat it out, and another became loose. She held back tears as she spit out her pearly white teeth, one by one, the taste of blood getting greater with each tooth spat out. She took a glass of water and swirled it in her mouth, spitting out a mass of red liquid. A tear fell from her eye as she looked at herself, now with only gums in her mouth.
"Wh..." She stammered, her knees feeling weak. She looked in the mirror, the area around her mouth coated in her own blood. "Hallucination... Malnutrition... something..." She panted, shaking her head violently. She collapsed, her hands holding her above the sink. She looked at herself through tear-full eyes weakly. She ran a hand over her chest, feeling her breasts as if reassuring herself they were still there. As her fingers grazed her nipples, she felt another wave wash over her, but this time, in pleasure. She knew this was hardly the time, and cursed herself for doing it. She hated not masturbating earlier when she had the chance, and now she was too occupied with her condition to think about something like that.
She got up, going to her clothes. She squatted down over them, and began picking them up. A rip was heard, and she stopped, looking down to where one of her fingernails had scratched through her shirt. She pulled the shirt off to find not her normally light blue painted nails, but small, pointed claws. "What the..." She looked at her other hand, in time to see her fingernails fall out painlessly and be replaced. "My nails... claws?" She looked down to her feet in time to see her toenails fall out and inch-long ivory nails push through. Strangely, this entire process was painless, but this might have been due to the hardness of her skin. She was distracted from the new attachments to her fingers by a sudden pain coursing through her gums suddenly.
She threw her head back, opening her mouth wide as the taste of blood returned, and starting from the back of her mouth, sharp teeth began shooting from her gums. They wrapped around her entire mouth. She gave a small cry of pain, her tongue running along her new teeth. She had, without thinking, swallowed the blood that had come from her own mouth. "F...fangs..." She whispered, her speech hindered by the new inch-long teeth, with slightly serrated edges.
She went back to the mirror and pulled her lips out of the way, and as she looked at her teeth, she became sick. She turned to the toilet and her insides emptied, leaving her panting and sweaty.
"This isn't any normal sickness..." She panted, flushing away her last human meal. She hadn't realized, but in many places her skin was developing a dark-green tint. She looked back in the mirror, her regular brown eyes reassuring her of something.
She felt another surge of pain, coming from every point in her body. She closed her eyes as her skin began separating into scales, and then, as if plants began growing on her, she rapidly became fully coated in a murky green color. Her breasts slowly became smaller, receding into her chest until only her nipples, now a dark green, poked from between scales. She wept silently, and the pain didn't end even after the scales had formed. Her spine began to warp, pressing against her back and stretching the skin out. With a tearing noise the spikes broke from her skin, making a small row along her back. Her jaw shuddered, and then began to stretch out with sickening crunching noises. It moved slowly, dragging the sharp teeth along with it. New teeth began forming and pushing out of her gums, making up for the increased space. Her tongue also became longer, lashing out of her mouth as the flesh became harder to resist her sharp teeth. Her mouth began filling with saliva, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Her body churned again, but it wasn't her stomach this time. She screamed. She fell onto her back, spreading her legs as far as she could. Her spine began pushing out, forming a lump above her asshole. She panted and pushed, a tail began protruding from her. She pushed harder, and soon, it was much more than just the bump it had begun as. It was a fully fledged tail, lashing out from under her her.
She reached down and looked at it, not really believing it was hers. As she touched it, a claw got stuck between a few of her new scales, and the pain confirmed her fears. She let go of the tail gently, shifting to a better position
A sudden knock came from the door, and she spun around in surprise, her teeth barred.
"Alia! It's Matt!" The voice called, knocking again. She remembered him; he was one of the interns on their current trip, and she had taken a liking to him.
"Alia, some of the crew heard you screaming! Is something wrong?" He banged again.
"Rrr... Not now, Matt, I'm, uh, changing!" She hadn't lied.
"Don't try and send me away that easily! What's wrong?!" he called.
Her silence was more than enough encouragement. Matt began pounding harder on the door. This was different, though, now he was ramming it. He saw no other choice if he wanted to help her.
She slowly and carefully stood, so she didn't make any noise to alarm him further. Viewing the damage to herself, she looked pained. She was now covered in the plate-like green scales of the residential crocs, and her mouth was shaped like theirs a well: Long, flat, and full of serrated teeth made for biting and holding meat. Her hands were clawed, and she noticed one finger had disappeared. Had she looked into the mirror, she would have noticed her eyes were yellow, and a coating was over them so she would be able to see underwater. Her tail swayed behind her, and she had to turn away from it.
She hadn't the time to warn Matt before the hinges of the door gave way, and he tumbled in. She stood like a deer in the headlights, looking at him in complete and utter shock. He looked back at her, and he slowly began backing away to the door. "You... you're... you're a..." He struggled, his eyes wide in shock.
"Matt, wait... help me..." She pleaded. He stopped moving back; surprised she could speak, even. "Please... don't leave..." She continued, reaching out to him. Her hands wrapped around his upper arm, and their grip was tight. "Please... don't... go..." She repeated. He winced as her claws dug into his skin, shaking as he tried to get free.
"Alia... your claws..." He said, his face showing weakness. She loosened her grip, and stumbled back at what she had done. "Oh no... your bleeding..." she said quietly, reaching out for him again. "Alia... what happened to you...?" He asked, avoiding the warmth now on his arm, slowly dripping downwards.
"Something bad... something bad..." She said quietly, stumbling backwards and sitting down on the bed. Her tail felt awkward under her, some of the scales rubbing against her pussy. It began to get warm, but it wasn't the time. She looked down at her hands, and then her eyes began to water. She choked, and then began to cry, sobbing into her hands. Smelling his blood on her claws, she wailed and clawed at herself violently, then collapsed in her own despair. He watched in sadness, sitting down next to her quietly. His hand was gripping his upper arm, where she had scratched him. He gently took it away from the wound and put it on her shoulder. He shuddered at the feel of her scaled skin.
She suddenly had a mood swing, and looked up at him angrily. He had violated her by touching her, and now she was mad. She moved away from him, growling in her muzzle as she hunkered down to attack. He had jumped up, aware of what she would do. "Alia! Wait! Control yourself, Alia!" He shouted, but in vain. She lunged at him, her jaws clamping down around his leg. Her reptilian tongue lapped at his blood as her teeth dug deep into his thigh, loving the feel of it as it ran down her throat. He cried out in pain, trying to get her to release him. He flailed around in defense and she released his leg, but only so she could get a better hold on him; by his neck.
She regained her senses about an hour or so later. She was on her floor, licking her jowls when her human thoughts returned. The first thought was how full she felt, and the taste in her mouth. She looked down at her hands, and found them coated in dark crimson.
Blood. Everywhere.
She reeled around to behind the bed, coming face to face with a barely reminiscent body-- she looked away quickly, sick again. She recalled the last hour or so as a blur, but remembered attacking him... and now...
She became sick, her insides spewing out again. The contents of her stomach were also filled with blood. She was appauled, not believing it. "I..." Her new yellow eyes watered again as she came to the dark, hideous truth. "I killed him... and... and... I a-ate him..."
She sobbed in silence, looking down at her deed. She looked around, noticing bloody handprints on the floor, the walls, and the bed, even on her... His.
She sobbed, and, in her sadness, her reptilian thoughts took over. She lunged at his body and began tearing it apart with her new teeth, tears flowing from her eyes. She didn't know why, but she continued to maul the remains, eating anything that broke in her powerful bite.
When nothing but a few bones and the blood that stained the carpet where left, she went into the shower again, and lay down on her stomach. She knew this would be permanent, somehow, and that she would continue to kill people that came near her if she tried to go out into the human world. As she thought, her hand absentmindedly moved over her scaly form, feeling her subtle nipples before moving down along the soft plates on her stomach. She rubbed herself without thinking, and her other hand caressed her tail. Her body found it arousing as she touched the new appendage, and her mind slipped from her predicament to her pleasure as the crocodile took over again.
She was entirely absorbed in herself, rubbing her pussy vigorously now. She felt her claws against her sensitive skin, and some of her juices began to leak from her as her heat rose. Enjoying it, she played with her lips with a claw, before pushing one into her. She gasped as a wave of pleasure shot over her, although a part of her was trying to remain calm and ignore her impulse to fuck herself senseless. Her animal instincts soon became too great and overpowering, and she threw her head back and spread her legs as far as possible, her tail lashing around under her. Its scales left marks on the shower, but she ignored them and continued. She pumped into herself hard, her claws scratching her insides and bringing about a swift orgasm. Clear white juices spewed from her, and she panted harder. Her hand brought her tail to her slit, and as soon as she was ready, pushed it into her.
She almost immediately felt another orgasm coming, but tried to ignore it and began to find how to control her tail. A small thought and it went left, another and it swayed right. She soon had it mastered, and was moaning and panting as her tail ran past every soft spot inside of her. She gasped and gave a loud moan before she brought herself to another climax using only the thrashing and pounding tail which thrust into her.
She closed her eyes after this, her tail continuing to thrust, and was alarmed to see she was imagining a male crocodile on her, thrusting hard into her tight opening. She knew it was wrong, but she returned his thrusts with thrusts of her own, her tail his magnificent and filling cock. She soon came to her final orgasm, soaked with sweat and her own juices. It dribbled down her scales and into the drain below her.
She panted and rolled onto her stomach, her human thoughts returning quickly. "Gotta go... to the swamp... too... hot..." She decided, still short of breath. She got up, slowly, and walked out of the bathroom, her tail awkwardly between her legs as she walked like a human. She avoided to look at the place of her dinner, and went to the door. Glancing around, she could see it was now dark, and no one was around the near vacant parking lot; probably playing cards in one of the crew's rooms. Leaving her door open wide, she ran out, dashing in the direction of the swamplands. She somehow knew the direction to go; her reptilian nostrils flared and she could smell the water. Her animal instincts began to return, and she was on all fours, her claws pounding into the soft soil below in a half deer-like run, half croc crawl in her dash to the swamp.
Moments later, she took another bound forward and was met with water. Her scales were quickly soaking, and she swam around in what would be her new home. She immersed herself in the murky water, her human arms and legs still there. She lay on her stomach, floating like that as her nostrils flared, catching the musk of another croc. She made a grunting sound as she began to swim, using her tail for momentum, to the source of the smell that was driving her crazy. She disappeared into the murky depths of the water, her old life leaving with her. | FSE |
Title: 3 Is a Magic Number Ch. 11
Tags: vacation, sister, brother, cousin, creampie, romance, love, hard fuck, cowgirl, shower
*All Characters are 18+*
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I woke up exactly as I had yesterday morning, entwined with the two most beautiful women that I knew. We all lay in a tangle of limbs, as naked as the day we were born. This day started just like yesterday, but I knew that it would end much differently. Today was the last day of our vacation. In a few hours, we would all pile into the big Cadillac SUV and make the four hour drive back to our house in Sterling Heights. Katie and I would go back to sleeping in our separate bedrooms, under the not-so-watchful eyes of our parents; and Julia will go back to her own house. As much as I told myself that the feelings between Katie and I were real, there was this nagging little voice in the back of my head. It said to me that our relationship will all be over once we walk out the front door of our vacation house. I knew that it was all bullshit, but I just couldn't get that damn voice to be quiet.
"Hey, big bro. What are you thinking about?" The voice was whispering softly, directly into my left ear. I felt soft lips touch my neck in a sweet kiss.
"To be honest Kay, I was thinking about us." I felt the rough side of her tongue flick my earlobe.
"Why were you thinking about us, Jack?" I saw her curly red mane shift, as she raised her head to look me in the face. "The 'us' part will be easy. We love each other, and we'll be together... end of story." She could tell by my expression that I was nonplussed.
"Do you really think it will be that easy, Katie? What if people find out? What if mom and dad find out?" She had a hard glint of stubbornness in her eyes, and I knew that arguing with her would get me nowhere. That has never deterred me before, and it didn't now.
"Jack, we are going away to school. I can just put on a ring, and we can act like we are married, and no one will even question the fact since we have the same last name." I paused for a moment, and marveled at the simplicity of her solution. My little sister might be a genius.
"Those are excellent thoughts, Kay. The name thing might actually work like a charm, and we are within the bounds of the law, even if what we are doing isn't socially acceptable; but what are we going to do until we go away to college?" She paused, and a frown twisted her pretty mouth. She sat all the way upright in bed, giving me a spectacular view of her ripe, teenaged breasts. Even though we were in the middle of a serious discussion, I marveled at the pattern that her freckles made on her porcelain skin. I stretched out and enclosed her much smaller hand in mine. "It's going to work out, Katie. You said it yourself, we love each other..." She wrenched her hand from my grasp, and slid quickly out of bed, jostling the still slumbering form of Julia.
"Love doesn't always conquer all, Jackson. Not in the real fucking world." She turned, and stalked out of the room in a huff. I stared after her in disbelief. All that I had done was agree with her. I guess that I will understand quantum physics long before I will understand women.
"Nice going, Romeo." Julia was looking at me, smirk firmly planted on her rosebud of a mouth.
"What the fuck did I do, Jules? I just agreed with her, didn't I?" She shook her head in a pitying manner.
"Jack, you just hit a nerve. She doesn't know what you two are going to do any more than you do." She sat up in bed, her tan athletic build was a definite contrast to my sister's pale lushness, but I happened to be a fan of both types. "Go after her, dumbass. She needs to be reassured that you are dedicated to your relationship with her." She swatted me hard on my bare ass. This did nothing to get me moving, but I found it strangely hilarious in this moment of tension. I slid out of bed, and stood next to it. I saw my lover admiring my nude form.
"Thanks, Jules." I bent down, and kissed her gently on the mouth. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, before beginning to kiss me back tenderly. Her arm wrapped around my neck, and I felt her tongue begin to probe my mouth. I pulled back, as gently as I could. "I owe you one, and I'll be back in a few minutes to pay off my debt in full." I turned away, and she slapped me briskly on the ass cheek a second time.
"I think you owe me more than one, big boy. Don't wear yourself out with that little skank." I waved vaguely as I was walking away, because I was already contemplating the impeding conversation with my sister.
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Katie was standing in the kitchen, in front of the sink. She had a hand over her eyes, and I could hear her quietly sobbing. The sun streamed through the window over the sink, illuminating her pale skin, and setting her red hair ablaze. The contrast nearly took my breath away. Her beauty was flawless. I paused for about thirty seconds, and just marveled at how lucky I was to have this woman's heart. I walked up behind her, and enclosed her in my arms. I hugged her tight, and she melted into my embrace.
"It's going to be OK, Katie. I promise. We just have to be careful while we're at home." I kissed her softly on her shoulder.
"Do you really think so, Jack?" Her voice was timid, and I could tell that she needed to be reassured. She turned to me, so she could better read my face.
"Yeah Kay, I do. Our parents have no reason to be suspicious. As long as they don't walk in on us butt naked, like this; they have no reason to think that anything has changed between us."
"But won't we have a hard time being together? With mom and dad around, how are we going to ever get any alone time, Jack?" I laughed softly at her words.
"Kay, think about it. Mom and dad work all the time. Mom is always in her office, banging away on her computer, or running off to meetings with clients; dad routinely works sixty hour weeks. We will have plenty of alone time."
"So you really think it will be that easy?" I could tell by my sister's expression that she was skeptical.
"I never said that it would be easy, Katie. Being alone together won't be difficult. The hard part is going to be not getting caught." She paused for a second to think, and then nodded. "Think about it, Kay. We already spend a lot of time alone together. The only thing that will be different is that we will be naked, and having sex. In case you haven't noticed, you are quite noisy." She punched me solidly on my chest. She could hit quite hard, for a girl.
"I'm only noisy because you make me feel so good." She reached out, and stroked her fingers lightly across the red spot on my chest, making me break out in goose flesh. The soft touch was a sharp contrast to the hard blow.
"No, you are just an obnoxiously loud whore." Both of our heads swiveled around to see Julia. The sunlight streamed in through the open blinds, illuminating her tanned skin with an otherworldly glow. Her light brown hair sparkled with blonde highlights. Her blue eyes took us in with apparent amusement. "You two have to be joking. If you try and have the same kind of sex that you guys had here, you will be busted inside of a week; no, fuck that, maybe inside of a day." Katie looked petulant at this statement from her best friend, but I saw some truth in her words.
"C'mon, Jules," Katie said. "Jack's room isn't even on the same floor as mom and dad's room. As long as we stay out of my room, we should be OK." That familiar smirk spread across her pretty face.
"Jack's room is right across from your mom's office. All that would have to happen is for her to forget something in her office, and you two will be goners." My sister's expression changed. It would have been undetectable to someone who didn't know her as well as I did. The fact that she bothered to continue to put up this false front indicated that she didn't really believe what she was saying. Julia still looked confident in her logic. After all, she has known my sister even longer than I have.
"When my mom is at home, we can just go up to my room. It's no big deal." Julia began to laugh, as if someone had told her a hilarious fucking joke. She actually held her stomach, and doubled over. This sight even brought a smile to Katie's eyes, if not to her lips. "What the fuck is so funny, bitch?"
"What is so funny, Kay? Do you actually have to fucking ask me that? What do you think that your mom will do the first time she hears him slam you up against the wall, like he did the other night? Remember, there will not be an entire house separating you at home. Your house is not a ranch. Your mom's office is one floor below, and only about fifteen feet from your bedroom." Katie dropped the hostile look, and appeared to be picturing this event taking place in her mind. "I'll tell you exactly what would happen. Your mom will think that you have had an accident, or that you two are fighting." She paused and looked at my sister squarely. "Either way, Aunt Lucy will come running, and will find you impaled on Jack's fuck stick." The logic of Julia's argument was too much for my sister to contradict; no matter how petulant she was feeling. Her chin slowly went from being raised in a challenging manner, to being lowered to a position of resignation. I had to step into this debate, to keep Katie's hopes from being crushed.
"Julia, you are right, up to a point. While we are still at home, Katie and I will have to be careful about what we do, and when we do it. I think that we will be OK, as long as we keep ourselves under control; at least a bit. We will only have to worry about it when one of them is home, and only for a little while longer. School starts at the end of the summer, and we will be able to do anything we want, any time we want." My sister shocked me by springing onto me, and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her action was such a surprise that I teetered on the brink of balance for a second. Luckily, I did not fall over with her in my arms. I looked through my sister's fiery mane to Julia. She smiled a genuine smile at Katie's excitement. I nodded to her, in acknowledgment that my sister was probably grossly underestimating the amount of self-control that she would have to exercise. My sister is a redhead in temperament. She acts first, and then thinks second. It is not always the wrong way to do something; but it sometimes makes life more difficult than it needs to be. In contrast, it also can make life more interesting. The crisis with my sister seemed to be averted, at least for the time being. I thought that it was going to be a tough road ahead for the both of us, at least until college started.
"I believe that someone said that he owed me something, and I intend to collect." I felt a little extra tension in my sister's embrace. I slowly lowered her to the floor. Katie's big green eyes locked with mine, and she gave me a nod.
"I'm going to watch a movie, and give you two some alone time." Katie planted a swift smooch on my cheek, squeezed my hand reassuringly, and sauntered off towards the living room.
"I didn't mean that you couldn't join in, Kay." Julia didn't appear to know how to take this turn of events.
"No, I don't really feel up to it, right this second. I'm sure that you two can figure out which hole to stick it in, without my supervision." She giggled softly to herself. "Hell, Jules, you are such a slut that it really doesn't matter what hole he sticks it in. You always seem to enjoy it." My sister beamed at us beatifically, and then sat down in my dad's recliner to watch a movie. She picked up the remote, and focused her attention on the television.
I took Julia's hand in mine, and pulled her towards my parent's bedroom. For someone who had just instigated sex, she seemed reluctant to follow me. She wasn't pulling away, but there was a definite air of timidity about her. Why was she acting weird about this? It's not like we haven't fucked each other a dozen times in the past week.
"Why don't we take a shower together, Jules?" I'm not sure what inspired this idea exactly, but I knew that I needed to wash up anyway. I wanted her to get up close and personal with Little Jack, and I figured that she might be more willing after a shower, especially since the last thing her and I did last night before sleep was anal.
"Ummm... yeah Jack." There was a definite hesitation before the agreement. "That sounds good. Why don't you hop in, and get the water warm, and I'll get us a couple of towels." I wasn't sure what the problem was, but I decided that if I just rolled with this scenario, things might resolve themselves. She padded out of the bathroom. I stood and admired how her hips swayed enticingly, and how tight her tanned teenaged ass was. I'm sure it could easily pass the quarter bounce test.
She turned around at the doorway, and looked back at me. I made no secret that I had been checking her out. I expected a comment of 'dumbass,' or at least her confident 'I have this guy wrapped around my finger' smirk. I got neither. She looked nervous, and she darted out of the room, without any of her usual dancer's grace. I turned on the water in the large marble shower. I turned enough cold water on so that it wouldn't scald us, and switched the water from the faucet to the shower heads. I love this fucking shower. Instead of having one shower head blasting you from the front, you have one forward, and one rear shower head. There are also four minor jets that strike a little above my waist. This was the perfect shower for two, or even three. I wondered why Katie didn't want to join us.
I looked at myself in the mirror while I waited for the water to heat up. I had to admit that I looked pretty good. I flexed my muscles, and they jumped out into view. Honestly, my body is not bad, but it is mostly due to good genetics, rather than to a strict regimen of diet and exercise. My attention was pulled from my posing to a quiet conversation being held in the other room. With the door being closed, and the water running, I couldn't make out a single word. The tone sounded tense, and the exchanges of words between the girls seemed terse. After another minute of talking, the conversation stopped, and I heard the movie start back up. The linen closet door opened; then shut, and the door to the bathroom opened. Julia walked in with two pink towels held in her arms. All the nervousness that I saw in her face a few minutes ago was gone, and was replaced by her normal confidence.
She tossed the towels on the sink, and slowly crossed the room to me. She placed her hand flat against my chest, right above my heart; it was also right on the bite mark bruise that my sister gave me as a token of ownership. She paused for a second, and just appeared to be feeling my heartbeat. Her eyes locked with mine.
"Does your heart beat harder when I'm near you, Jackson?" This was not what I expected. I hesitated in answering, and she slowly closed the distance between us.
"Yes," I answered in a breathy voice that was almost a whisper. I bent down slightly to allow our lips to meet. She was a little bit taller than average for a woman, but even on her tip toes she couldn't match my height. The kiss was slow, and tender. I don't describe it that way to detract from the passion of it, but rather to contrast it with the hungry, needy way that she had kissed me the first day we had sex. What had changed between us? Maybe Katie was right about her being in love with me.
Her body molded itself to mine. We fit together perfectly. She was the yin to my yang. Her hand rubbed the back of my head, and pulled me down farther. Without breaking the kiss, I picked her up, pivoted, and set her down on the sink. This kept her from being on her toes. I placed a hand on either side of her hips, so I could lean down, and not have to hunch to kiss her. This was the deepest kiss that I have ever shared with Julia. It was very passionate, and we were taking our time in getting to the 'good stuff,' as Julia calls it. She broke the kiss, and smiled.
"If we don't get in the shower now, Jack, we never will." I nodded, grabbed her delicate hand in mine, and guided her towards the running water. She walked on rubber legs, like she just couldn't manage to coordinate her steps. I moved into the hot water first, and then she moved in behind me. "Let's shower fast, big guy. I need to have an orgasm really, really bad. I was almost there with that kiss." What? She had almost came just from kissing me? She got the loofa, and started putting body wash on it, with her back to me. I put some body wash on my hand, and cleaned all of my parts that would be necessary in the next few minutes.
I couldn't take her close proximity any longer without being in skin to skin contact. I reached out, grabbed her by her hips, and pulled her body against mine. I kissed the nape of her neck gently, and my right hand roamed down into the cleft between her thighs. My cock was as hard as a steel pipe against her lower back.
"Oh god, yes," she murmured to no deity in particular. I slid two of my fingers into her crevice, and found it slick, and wet with her juices. I found the small nub of her erect clitoris, and pushed her little nubbin in. She dropped the loofa, and muttered something about "fuck oral." I increased the intensity of the kisses on her neck, but purposely tried not to leave any marks. I slicked my right middle finger with her secretions, and began to rub it rhythmically. I would push down, and rub my finger across it, until it would pop loose, then I would pressure it from the other side, rub over it, until it again would spring free. She leaned hard against me, and she was concentrating more on her orgasm, than on remaining on her feet. I held her body up with my left arm, and used that hand to rub her right nipple. I made slow circles around the areola, and ran my finger over the nipple proper in alternating time with her clit popping.
"Oh god, Jack," she moaned. "Just like that, baby." I followed her wishes, and fifteen seconds later was rewarded with a massive shaking orgasm from my lover. I continued stroking her while she came, and held her while she recovered. Her recovery took longer than I anticipated. I held her up for at least four minutes before she began to support her own weight. Once she was standing on her own, she became a woman of action. She grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me out of the warm confines of the shower. She actually jerked my arm when I paused to turn off the water. She grabbed one of the pink towels, and threw it in the general direction of my head.
"Dry off quickly, Jack. I need your cock inside me." She threw her towel over her head, and began to furiously rub the water off of her honey colored hair. She ran the towel over the rest of her body quickly and efficiently. She dropped her towel on the floor and looked at me impatiently, while combing through her hair with her fingers. I was only finishing my back, and still had the lower half left to dry off yet. She snatched the towel out of my hand, threw it on the ground next to hers, and pulled me by my hand into the bedroom. "C'mon big boy. When I said that I wanted your cock, I didn't mean tomorrow." I waited for it, but this statement was not followed by 'dumbass.' This puzzled me for a second, until she shoved me down on the bed. She straddled me, but made no move towards inserting me.
"OK. I really, really want sex, but I think that we need to talk for a minute first, Jack." I tried really hard not to knock her off me, and take her against her will.
"What the fuck, Jules?" It was a struggle, but I conquered my horniness, because it seemed like whatever she had to say was important. "First you want to almost rape me, now you want to slow things down to a screeching halt?" She smiled mischievously.
"Just listen for a minute, Jack. I need you to remember something when you are with me, because it appears that sex between us might become a semi-regular thing. I am not Katie. I admit that I have enjoyed our sex up until now, because it was so fucking hot; but that rough stuff is not for me. I know that up until now I have been really uninhibited, but the fact is that at the time I wasn't serious about anything between us. This was just a fling to me, so it really didn't matter, and I just went with it. Now, however; I am beginning to see things in a different light. I am not exactly sure where this thing between us is going, but I want to set the record straight. If I'm with someone that I am serious about, I like it to be more on the tender side. I know that is what you like, because I can see the difference between the rough, and the romantic when you are with Katie. You are only rough with her because you are trying to please her. I want you to be romantic with me all the time when we are alone. That is what you can do to please me. We don't have to get wild every time we have sex. It is OK sometimes, but I would like for us to get to know each other sexually, and become familiar and comfortable with each other. I'm sure that we will still be having threesomes, and I think that those will continue to be no-holds-barred, but I want it to be different when it's just us. Is that OK with you?" Her blue eyes studied me intently. I struggled with the right words to say to her. Things had shifted from sex to talking so quickly that my brain seemed not to be able to keep up. If Katie was right about her feelings for me, then this was an important conversation. I did not want to fuck this up.
"Yeah, Jules, you are right. I do enjoy being tender and romantic, and I would really like exploring that side of myself with you." A wide smile spread across her face.
"So this would be something that would belong to only us, right?" I saw a bit of tension in her face, like she was holding her breath. This didn't seem like a big deal to me, but this must be important to her, for some reason.
"Of course it will be, Jules. Don't think for a minute that I don't enjoy being with you. You have always been important to me." I hesitated to say more, because I really didn't know what I wanted to say. I didn't entirely know how I felt about this spectacular woman.
"So that means that there is something between us?" She bit her bottom lip nervously, and waited for me to say something. I exhaled a little too loudly; apparently, I had been holding my breath.
"Yeah, Julia, I think that there is, but what about my sister? I have already committed to her. What does she have to say about this?"
"I think that she is going to be OK with us, as long as she is at least an equal." She started stroking my hard cock softly with her left hand. It felt really good. I wanted sex as bad as I ever have, but I knew that this was important. It might even be a life changing moment.
"This is something that all three of us need to discuss together," I said, "but I think that I would like there to be something 'official' between us."
Apparently, this was an adequate response; because she beamed a winning smile at me, and leaned over to kiss me.
Her lips met mine gently. I guess that this was part of the new program between us. Before, she would mash her mouth down on mine, and force her tongue into my mouth. There was none of this happening now. Her lips brushed against mine; then again they met, this time with more firmness. I slid my left hand down her back, and I rested my right hand on the back of her neck. I slid my left down, and began to caress her ass, and she let out a small moan of approval into my mouth. Her tongue probed my lips, tentatively, and I eagerly allowed it entrance. We kissed for probably ten minutes. We were not in any rush.
The only problem in this equation was that my erection was trapped between us. It must have felt like she had a tent peg poking her in the belly. I wasn't trying to speed up the sex; well, not exactly. I just wanted to ease my discomfort by getting my cock inside of her. I slid my fingers down the crack of her ass to where I felt her wetness pooling. I was rewarded with another, much louder moan from her. I worked my middle finger around the entrance to her holy of holies. Her ass wiggled around in response to the stimulation. I couldn't tell if she was trying to make my finger slip inside, or if she was attempting to block my entry. I think that it was probably involuntary, because the movement did neither effectively. I held her bottom still with my left, while I eased my right middle finger inside of her. She broke the kiss with a sharp exhalation of breath.
"Oh my god, Jack. Yes!" She tightened her grip on me, which molded her torso to my upper body, and she pushed her ass up, so I could get easier access to her fuck hole. I got my finger all the way inside of her pussy. She was unnaturally tight. It was like all the excitement, and the conversation about 'us' had made her even more excited. I felt her vaginal walls quiver as I slid my finger in and out of her snatch, very slowly. She kissed me harder than before. It was not ferocious, like our kisses used to be. Instead of getting the impression that she wanted to devour me whole, I felt instead that she wanted to merge with me. This new dimension was different, and much more attractive to me. It was both a physical and mental attraction; versus a purely physical lust. I knew the difference with my sister, but this was the first time that I became aware of it with Julia.
I felt her grab my wrist, and pull my slippery middle finger out. She grabbed the thick base of my cock, and began to guide me slowly into her tight, wet pussy. She leaned back, sitting erect, and took as much of me into her as she could. She closed her eyes in contentment, as she balanced herself on my pole.
"Damn, Jack."
"What?"
"I've never had a guy as big as you before." A blush crept across her face and chest with this admission.
"I don't think it's anything special, Jules." She giggled softly, and pushed down, trying to squeeze just a bit more of me inside of her tight little box.
"That's because you probably have only seen guys with erections in porn. You are aware that they are chosen specifically because they have elephant cocks? You can't compare yourself to them. I would say that if you actually compared your dick with one hundred random cocks from guys on the street, you would probably be bigger than ninety, or ninety five of them."
"You are fucking serious?" It was true. I had only ever compared myself to guys in porn. I guess that compared to those guys I was only 'average.'
"Yeah, Jack." She smiled, and began to ride me slowly, taking me almost out, then back inside as far as I would fit. She would grunt when I would bottom out gently inside her. I think she was trying to get it all to fit. Whatever she was attempting, it felt really good. The pressure on the end of my cock seemed to ease a little after a minute, and disappear almost completely after two.
"Finally," Julia sighed.
"Finally what, Jules?"
"I finally got you all the way inside me, without you being rough, and rearranging my insides." She beamed with a look of accomplishment. She changed her stroke, so that instead of moving her hips up and down, she began to thrust her hips forward, and then rock back. It had a very different feel to it. It felt good, without feeling so good that it put me in imminent danger of cumming. It must have been hitting all the right spots for her, though. She moaned softly, and put her arms up, and placed her hands behind her neck. She looked radiant in the morning sunlight that streamed into the room. Her honey colored hair was still damp, so it glistened as much as her sweat sheened body. Her firm breasts jiggled only slightly as she sped up the rhythm of her rocking.
"Oh god, yes," she panted, as she grew closer to another orgasm. I wondered if I should try to push up inside her, but she put her hands down on my stomach, and placed most of her weight on me; effectively holding me into place. This orgasm would be her doing, and if I correctly read the look of blissful concentration on her face, it was going to be a good one. She moved faster, and harder, until she screamed out my name in a violent climax. Her nails unconsciously dug into the sensitive skin on my belly, as her pussy clenched on my cock. Her eyes focused on nothing, and no further words escaped her lips. She no longer increased her pace, but it never faltered either. She continued cumming for what seemed like an incredible amount of time, and then her body slumped against my chest like a rag doll, all of her energy spent. She just lay panting for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath. I held her tight, stroking her body gently, and waited for her to calm down a little. Finally, she spoke.
"Holy fuck," she whispered. I laughed softly, and kissed her on the neck. "That was really fucking intense." I laughed even harder. "What's so funny?"
"It's just that you seemed like you were never going to cum, and then it seemed like you were never going to stop." She giggled, it sounded feistier; she must be getting her strength back. "I don't think that I've ever seen you look sexier than when you were riding me. You are so graceful..." She lifted her head, and I looked directly into her big blue eyes, and suddenly found myself unable to complete my train of thought. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, and I felt her pussy spasm on my cock again.
We kissed for several minutes, our bodies entwined, our tongues, and hands exploring the wonders of each other's bodies. She scooted up, and slid my erect cock from inside her, and began to kiss down my neck to my chest. She kissed the bite mark over my heart, and then kissed my left nipple. She licked it slowly, and sucked it between her teeth. To my surprise, it was a pleasant sensation. I grunted softly. I had never had a woman do that before, and had never given the sensation much thought. She smiled a wicked smile, and kissed her way across my pecs to my right nipple, and began to kiss and lick it. I ran my fingers through her damp hair, and caressed the back of her head encouragingly. She sucked my nipple hard as she licked, and even bit it gently. She worked her way down my abs, and paused to look up at me through her hair; her face poised above my rock hard johnson.
To say that Julia knew a little about fellatio would be like saying that Enzio Ferrari knew a couple of things about building fast cars. Julia licked her lips, and slid my slippery cock into her mouth. I kept expecting her to stop, but she just kept sliding more in. I felt the back of her throat, and she tilted her neck, so that I slid comfortably into the snug confines of her throat. With the amount of suction she was generating, and how small her throat was, it felt incredible. She swallowed, and her throat scraped the sweet spot under my head, and I moaned softly. She started back up my rod, and her tongue was busy all the time. After a couple minutes of this, she grabbed my arms, and placed my hands firmly on the back of her head, so it was held in place. She looked up at me with those blue eyes of hers, as if willing me to understand what she was trying to communicate wordlessly. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't so dense about things like this.
She put her hands on top of mine, and pushed them down, so that she swallowed a good portion of my throbbing member; then she pulled my hands upward, and most of my cock slid out. A light bulb lit inside my brain: she wanted me to fuck her face. I grasped the sides of her head more firmly, and pushed down; while simultaneously thrusting my hips upward. Julia hummed her approval around my shaft. I got a steady rhythm going, and started to explore. I went deeper, then faster, and then pulled out more. None of these things made her gag, or choke. To me, it felt really, really good. I was supremely in control. I was just getting to where I thought I might cum pretty soon, when she pulled my hands away, and got up. She got on the bed on her hands and knees, her pert little ass facing me. She looked like the hottest porn star that I'd ever seen; but she was real, not on DVD, and she was in my bed.
"I want it doggy, Jack." She put her face down onto the bed, and wiggled her ass, as if I wasn't moving fast enough for her. "Earth to Jack... get your ass up here and fuck me, stud." I didn't need an engraved invitation to recognize a party when I saw it; well, not usually. I got up behind her, and grabbed her by the hips. I felt my hardness slide in between her thighs, which were slick with her juices. I felt her dainty hand wrap itself around my flag pole, and guide me into her hot little honey pot. I slid in slowly, all the way to the hilt. When I was all the way inside, I could just brush her cervix at the end of my stroke. She cooed softly when I was deep inside her, and I bottomed out. She pushed back against me, making our slow strokes have more power behind them. Then she did something amazing: she clenched her pussy while I was pulling out. I let out an audible gasp, and she giggled.
"Yeah, your sister isn't the only one who can do that little trick." It felt wonderful. Every stroke felt like it was the first time that I had ever been inside a woman. My entire body shuddered with need.
"OK, cowboy. I want you to fuck me hard, but when you have to cum, go ahead and do it. Don't hold out for me. The only thing I ask is that if I am in the middle of an orgasm, you don't stop stroking because you are cumming. Sound fair?" I grunted an affirmation, and increased my pace, and force of my stroking. She pushed back against me, meeting every stroke with her counter-stroke. She clamped her pussy down on my cock with perfect timing.
"C'mon, baby," she encouraged. "Harder! Harder, Jack! Fuck me like you fuck that skanky whore of a little sister." With that, I finally knew what she wanted, she wanted me to beat the hell out of her pussy, and I was only too happy to oblige. I tensed my muscles, putting all my strength, and weight behind each stroke. She met every one, faster and faster, until our bodies made slapping noises from the impact of my pelvis on her ass.
She kept time with the clenching, until with a desperate howl, she came, and lost all control of her pussy muscles. They squeezed, and writhed at awkward times, but between the way it felt, and the heavenly way Julia looked as she writhed in ecstasy, I lost it. I wasn't even aware of my impending orgasm. One second, it felt really good, and I was patting myself on the back for making her cum; then the next second, my body was shaking involuntarily, and my seed was exploding inside of her belly. I remembered what she said, and kept humping away as best I could, but I think that all semblance of rhythm was gone from our lovemaking. I managed to keep going until her orgasm seemed to have ended, then I unceremoniously collapsed on top of her, crushing her to the mattress. We both lay there in a pile for a couple of minutes, breathing hard, and soaking the sheets with our sweat.
"Jack, you need to get off of me, you are crushing me to death." She slapped at my arm weakly, and I slid out of, and off of her. I lay on my side, and she snuggled into a perfect spooning position. I held her in my arms, and just basked in the afterglow, while enjoying the closeness. "Jackson..." Julia began timidly, which was unusual for her.
"Yeah, Jules, what's up?" She paused for about thirty seconds, and I could tell that she wasn't sure how to say what was on her mind.
"How did you know that you were really in love with Katie?"
"Honestly, Jules... it just took a lot of thought to see something that should have been obvious to me the whole time. Shit, it should have been as plain as the nose on my face that she was in love with me, but I somehow managed to overlook that fact. Sometimes, I wonder how I walk around without constantly bumping into things." She giggled musically, and the amusement lit up her beautiful blue orbs.
"Maybe I should buy you one of those white canes that blind people use, because there is a whole lot going on that you don't see." Her giggling increased. "Remind me to never let you keep watch, because you continue to miss things." Her giggling turned into her holding her flat, tan belly, and rolling around on the bed. I pinned her down, and kissed her lips soundly. Her laughing stopped, but there was a distinct smile to her parted lips. Our kiss broke gently. It was very nice kissing her, now that she had become 'serious' about our 'relationship.'
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Three hours later, we had finished cleaning the house, finished packing the SUV, and were hauling ass south; back to the metro Detroit area. This vacation had been the one bright spot in my short, but mediocre life. Now it was over, and the three of us were headed back to the real world: a world that would not accept the choices that we have made; a world that would condemn our relationship to be 'incestuous,' or 'unnatural.'
I looked into the rear view mirror at my beautiful sister, and her best friend. They were sleeping peacefully, but I wondered how long that peace would last. I turned my eyes back to the road ahead, because the road ahead is all we truly ever have.
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Title: Shadow of Joy - Prologue: A Pretty Troll by ToidiDiPuts
Tags: Alcohol, Blood Elf, Light Nudity, M/F, No-Yiff, World of Warcraft
A sharp jab from an orc's elbow was the first greeting Shadowblood had to welcome him to Brewfest. The young blood elf opened his mouth to shout a complaint, but the offending orc had already disappeared into the crowd. Shadow tried to edge closer to the center, but there were so many people in Durotar that movement was nearly impossible.
As Shadow inched through the crowd, the atmosphere of the festival became apparent. The rogue looked around at distorted and impatient faces as the stench of alcohol and vomit assaulted his nostrils. There were trolls, tauren, orcs, and zombies, in all states of drunken stupor. Some had joy across their faces, others nausea, and even more had passed out where they stood, having no room to lie down.
Finally, the elf broke to the front of the crowd. On the raised platform in front of him stood Vol'Jin, the leader of the darkspear trolls, reciting a speech that could not be heard above the cheering of the crowd. Shadow watched as Vol'Jin raised a hammer and brought it down on the tap of a giant keg. The rogue didn't have time to think, didn't have time to move, and realized too late that the keg was pointed directly at him. The crowd parted and Shadowblood took the full blast of a tidal wave of beer.
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"You alright?"
Words reverberated in the inky blackness.
"Hey dere, wake up, mon. Ya been knocked cold as leftover mojo"
Shadowblood rubbed his throbbing head and opened his eyes. His vision was still fuzzy, but he could make out a blue and purple figure standing over him. A blue hand extended into his field of view and he grabbed it. A dizzying sensation overcame the rogue as he was hoisted upright, but a gentle arm around his back kept him from falling back over.
"I'm Joyuese, what be your name?"
The elf choked out the word "Shadowblood." His vision was clearing now, and he could see the figure more clearly. Propping him up was a blue skinned troll shaman, her hair done in an elegant purple Mohawk with braids coming down over her shoulders. Joyuese was dressed in purple deviant scales and had, wedged between her breasts, a mostly full bottle of vodka.
"Hey, my eyes be up here!" Startled at how fast Joy had noticed his stare, Shadow fumbled for the words that would justify his peek.
"I- I just haven't seen a pretty troll before."
The shaman squeezed the elf tightly as he made a noise like a suffocating animal. "aww. You're a sweetie."
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The most painful headache pierced Shadowblood's brain as he awoke. Splinters of fragmented memories tried to knit themselves together as the searing pain unwove them again. One of his arms was numb, like he was sleeping on it, but he was lying on his back. He lifted it and plopped it back down to regain feeling. He crumpled his forehead and clenched his eyes closed from the pain. "Good morning, sweetheart." A voice, whispered into his ear, shook him from his waking state. Shadow forced his eyes open to a view of a completely naked Joyuese on all fours on top of him, swaying in a very suggestive manner.
"What the fuck?" He scrambled backwards in surprise and hit his head against something hard. He grunted in pain as he pushed himself upright and put a hand to his head. The troll was knocked backwards by his movement. She attempted to stabilize herself and succeeded just enough to land sitting upright, half a labia spread around her heel. She looked down, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry. I didn't mean ta startle ya."
Shadowblood rubbed his throbbing forehead and cracked a smile. "It's okay. Its not every day I get to wake up with a beautiful girl." He blinked for a second "You're that troll I met at brewfest. Joyuese?"
The shaman lifted her head and returned the smile. "dat's me."
Shadowblood took a moment to take in his surroundings. He was inside a totemic bubble. His clothes were still on, while Joy's were in a pile on the dirt next to an empty bottle of vodka.
Joyuese cocked her head as she watched him. Uneasily she uttered "Listen, about last night..." Her voice trailed off, soon to be replaced by Shadow's.
"uggh... my head hurts."
Joyuese slowly followed Shadow's gaze to her empty vodka bottle, and her eyes widened in shock. She quickly snatched the bottle and, turning it upside down, the tiniest droplet dripped upon the dirt. Joy glared at Shadowblood and asked "How much did you drink?"
Shadow moved his hand from his forehead and into his hair as he shrugged. "Sorry."
"Sorry? This is pure vodka! Youre lucky youre not dead!"
Joyuese scrambled across the ground and plucked one of her totems from the ground. As the shield wavered, she called upon the energy in the totem and a clear liquid filled the empty bottle in her hand. She gently replaced the totem and made her way back to Shadowblood, thrusting the bottle into his hands.
"Here, drink this."
"What? I can't d..."
"It's water."
Shadow looked at Joyuese, then down at the bottle. He couldn't imagine how his headache could get any worse, so he shrugged and lifted the bottle to his lips. As he drank, Joyuese watched. As he put the bottle down, she gained the strength to ask him the question that was on her mind. "Shadow, do you remember anything about last night?"
Shadowblood closed his eyes and chuckled. "Let's just say it's a little fuzzy." | FSE |
Title: Kyle: a hot vacation by razgriz_ghost
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Disclaimer if you are under 18 then leave and hell if you feel like it go fuck a dog but I don't recommend it. Now if you are 18 or over enjoy and I don't own any products such as pepsi, coke, sony or Mazda etc. on a side note I do not promote violence rape or murder but if you must fight let it be In self defense or to avenge someone.
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Kyle woke up, still dressed, to the smell of bacon. Kyle grabbed a towel from the rack and a change of clothes as he went to the shower but stopped when he found a note taped on the door telling him to come downstairs in nothing but a towel. Kyle shrugged as he went to the shower. After his shower hid did as instructed and came down stairs in nothing but a towel. Kyle saw Jackie cooking in nothing but a bikini, then an idea sprang into Kyle's head. He snuck behind Jackie and when she wasn't doing anything dangerous he wrapped his arms around her midsection startling her.
"Hello beautiful." Kyle greeted her
"Hello handsome." Jackie greeted him
"So what's for breakfast? Bacon or something more, 'southern'?" he asked as he reached a hand to her pussy.
Jackie held up a red hot spatula "Don't even think about it." Jackie threatened
Kyle held up his hands "Ok, ok. No need to beat the shit out of me with a hot as hell spatula.
"Ok, let's eat, then lets go to the pool." Jackie said
"Why did you have me wear a towel if we are going to the pool?"
"Just wanted to see if you would do it."
"You are such a bitch" he said playfully
"Let's eat." She said as she held up two plates full of food
After they ate Kyle put on some trunks and followed Jackie downstairs and outside to the pool. They both spent awhile in the pool sometimes splashing the other. After awhile Kyle just lay on his towel basking in the sun with his eyes closed. Kyle was having a nice dream when he was awoken due to someone standing over him. Kyle opened his eyes to see a leopardess standing almost on top of him.
"May I help you?" Kyle asked sitting up
"ohh I'm sorry.: she apologized "I'm detective nemunaitis."
Kyle almost screamed out loud when he realized that the leopardess was the one that was chasing him before he came here, but instead of screaming he said "uhh... hello detective."
"Hi, nice place this is." She said
"I guess, but what brings one such as yourself here? Vacation?" Kyle guessed
nemunaitis looked both ways "actually I'm on a lead about the flame demon. We have gotten a tip that he is here." She whispered
Kyle sat there aghast at what he just heard. "Who gave you the tip?"
"Dirge of the infamy gang. Don't tell anyone about why I'm here or bout the tip, ok?"
"Oh sure, no problem." Kurt was really shock to hear that Dirge betrayed him. "you sure it's dirge?"
"Yes because we met in person."
Jackie walked up to Kyle "who is this?" Jackie asked
"I'm detective nemunaitis." Nemunaitis introduced
"Why are you here?" Jackie asked
"Vacation. I was thinking about taking this guy here and having him ride me like a stallion. Nemunsitis said as she patted Kyle's head.
"You can't!" Jackie said quickly
"Why? Is he your boyfriend?" she guessed
"yes." Jackie blushed "let's go." She added while dragging Kyle towards the penthouse. Halfway there Kyle got on his feet and followed her to the penthouse.
"That bitch! Who does she think she is, huh?" Jackie said whilst pacing in the living room.
Kyle was going to say something but his phone began to ring. "hello?"
"Give the phone to Jackie." Dirge ordered
"ok." Kyle said as he handed the phone to Jackie
"Hello?" was all she said for three minutes before "ok sir." She said at the end. "he needs me there." She said giving the phone to Kyle.
"Ok let's get going."
"No. no us, only I."
"So I'm to stay here while you go into a dangerous situation?"
"Looks that way."
"(Sigh) ok. Until we meet again." Kyle said as he passed her to start helping her pack. Unbeknownst to Kyle as he passed her a single tear went down her cheek as she whispered "so long Kyle. Please forgive me."
The rest of the day passed quickly and uneventfully as Jackie waited for her plane. Kyle and Jackie said their final goodbyes as Jackie boarded her plane. Kyle went back to the penthouse to get some sleep.
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Kyle started coughing, causing him to wake up. Kyle saw that the room was full of smoke. He leapt out of bed and ran for the door, but when he grabbed the knob it burnt his hand. He grabbed a towel and used it to open the door, but when the door opened he saw that the whole penthouse was aflame. Kyle put on his shoes and pants as he readied himself to run into hell's inferno. He made a mad dash for the fire escape, which upon arriving found out that something was blocking it from the other side, so he made another mad dash for the elevator. When he got to the elevator door he forced it open and slid down the cable onto the elevator below. The elevator was on the sixth floor so he sent it to the first floor, but near the third floor the elevator plunged down the shaft and hit the bottom. Kyle got up and forced the door open and tried to find a way from the basement, which has yet to be thrown into Hell's inferno. He found a way to the floor above, which he took. When he walked into the room he was once again thrust into hell.
"FREEZE!" yelled a voice
Kyle turned to see nemunaitis pointing a gun at him. "we have to get out of here. Do you know where the exit is?" Kyle asked
"You're right we do, but first--" She pulled out some handcuffs "you're under arrest, flame demon."
"How do you know who I am?"
"Dirge told me after Jackie left the island."
"So dirge is a traitorous bastard."
"Either way you're under arrest. Put your hands on your head and get down on the ground."
"Leave now. It's either die in jail or die here, and I would rather die here."
"I don't care. Now get down on the ground." She said as some boards above kyle started creaking.
"no." Kyle said simply
"Get down on the--" she started ordering but was cut off when the ceiling collapsed between them.
"Just perfect." Kyle sighed "it might please you to know that Dirge ordered me to kill all those people."
"Wait. You're with the infamy gang?" she asked
"Yes I am and the only person who was an actual target was MR. Owens."
"What about his kid?"
"I killed his son because I had no other choice at the time, but his daughters are alive and safe."
"Hmm, it adds up but the daughters for some reason would like to see you again."
"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to say goodbye to them for me."
"What are you getting at?"
"What I'm getting at is: I am to die here." Just as to prove his point the boards above Kyle groaned
"But why?"
"I've been betrayed by dirge and Jackie so I would rather die in a more comfortable place and this is as comfy as it's going to get." *-Besides I have a hot demoness on the other side.-* he thought
"Am I really hot to you?" wartrack asked
Kyle almost visibly jumped -Jesus fucking Christ! Scare me a little more why don't you, and as for your question: yes you are hot but I'm still somewhat pissed at you.-
"Thank you but if you die I can't be with you."
*\- (sigh) well then I should apologize for when I yelled at you before so, I'm sorry. Goodbye. -* Kyle looked up and as if on cue the floor collapsed.
Nemunaitis could only watch as Kyle was crushed under the burning rubble. After sighing she proceeded to the exit.
"Anyone else on there?" asked a police officer
"Did you find Kyle?" Jackie interrupted
"You're supposed to be going home." Nemunaitis said to Jackie
"I know, but I wanted to see him once more. Now, did you find him?"
"I did but..."
Jackie gasped, covered her mouth and started crying. She fell onto her knees and cried her heart out. Knowing their relationship and thinking what she would do if she lost her husband, nemunaitis knelt down full of sympathy and cradled Jackie. They stayed like that for about half an hour whilst nemunaitis whispered things like; "It's ok. Quiet now." Etc and acted well... motherly. After Jackie calmed down she bought a ticket for the next plane headed home.
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Wartrack just sat in her room as Kyle was crushed under the burning rubble. *-No it can't be-* she thought as she started crying.
"Are you ok?" asked a female demon who looked a lot like wartrack
"No" wartrack cried
"What happened?" asked the demoness as she sat beside wartrack
"Kyle died." Wartrack cried as she hugged the demoness
"How did he die?" she asked
"He was crushed under debris in a burning hotel." Wartrack cried
"Tell me what happened."
"What's the use mom? We can't bring him back."
"Just tell me what happened."
Wartrack proceeded to tell her mother what happened to Kyle woke in the fire.
"If you're pissed at him, why are you crying about his death and why were you searching for him?" wartrack's mother
"Some things anger can't get rid of, and I wasn't searching for him. I felt uneasy and I found him without even trying."
"Now calm down. I have to speak with your father." Said her mother, as she left the room. She went to the back yard "where wartrack's brother, nightmare, was fighting their father with dull metal blades. "Honey I need to talk to you." She said over the metal clangs.
"Ok. You can take a break." Feuer lancer said causing wartrack's brother, nightmare, to fall on the ground panting. "What do you want?"
"It's about wartrack. She is crying about Kyle, and what's worse is that she already connected her consciousness to his without knowing it."
"What happened?"
She explained what happened to Kyle, about the betrayal and the burning hotel.
He thought for a few minutes before he sighed. "Fuck. No matter how much I think about it, it always comes back to the same thing."
"What? She asked
"I need to ask a favor from the elders."
"No! You can't be serious!"
"I am."
"It's been nearly twenty-thousand years since that happened."
"I know, but it's the only thing I can come up with."
"(Sigh) ok, just try not to piss them off ok?"
"Don't worry, but don't tell wartrack what I'm doing."
"Why?"
"Just in case it doesn't work, I don't want to build up her hopes, only for them to come crashing down."
"Good point. But what if it doesn't work?" she asked as she hung her head
He lifted her head by the chin and kissed her. "Like I said; don't worry. Now I'll be back soon." He said as he left.
"Where is dad going?" nightmare asked
"Too see an old friend." His mother lied
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The door closed softly behind the Lugia after she squeezed back inside, taking care not to bump her head against the ceiling like she usually did. It was a wonder how it even happened after she’d been living there for so long, but being as tall as she was, clumsiness and a complete lack of spatial self-awareness kind of came along with the package. Besides, she wasn’t so much worried about that as she was the very odd and very indicative sounds coming from their living room, which were nothing if not a warning of what the rest of her night was about to turn into. Indeed, all it took was for her to round the corner to get a good eyeful of what, or more precisely who, awaited her, sitting on the couch not looking at the TV that just happened to be on and playing some of the many terrible Christmas movies that constantly ran on repeat that time of the year. The Lugia tutted loudly, wondering to herself whether one day she’d ever come home to see Holly wasn’t so incredibly pent up that she practically had a couch of her own attached to her body; then again, was that not the point of the whole relationship? It left them both hot and bothered, hence why the baa never bothered to empty out whenever the two’s schedules happened to diverge like they did that day. At least they had the decency to look to the side and give her a wave… or at least try to; Holly’s strength was always drained to near-zero whenever she decided to do something stupid like not jack off for an entire day, her mind completely devoted to keeping herself in check. If it wasn’t, the living room would probably be coated in an inch-thick layer of spunk by then, and that was just wasteful.
The Lugia bent down and squeezed into the room, already taking off her shirt and jeans in order to throw them as far away from the disaster zone as possible. Both of them knew what was going to happen, and she liked those clothes, so best make sure they were far removed from yet another of their fill-up sessions; well, she called them fill-ups, Holly would probably refer to them more as just regular “maintenance”, given how productive her body was. Not a day went by that she didn’t have to use the bathroom for recreational purposes at least three or four times, and her current size was exactly what happened when she didn’t: nuts so engorged that she could roll up and fit inside of them a couple of times over, and a cock kept permanently turgid and longer than she herself was tall. It throbbed on each heartbeat, as did those cum factories beneath her, and yet the one thing that the baa could think of was how insufficient it still was to deal with her Lugia partner; not that it would stay that way for long, provided that said Poké-gal knew what she was doing.
And she knew what she was doing; those hands were practically magical.
The larger of the two was already licking her lips at the prospect of servicing her lover’s shaft after a long day of work. The results were always magnificent; she hadn’t always been seventeen feet tall, nor possess a pair of breasts big enough to cover her whole torso and an ass wide enough to break through any door that wasn’t built with her in mind; she used to be quite a bit smaller before she and Holly met, and the baa proceeded to slam her cock straight onto every button the then-smaller Lugia happened to have. One could be mistaken for thinking Cynthia was the dominant force in the relationship, but one would be dreadfully mistaken; as much as she adored to play the role of the doting mother figure, it was very much Holly who called the shots, even when she was so out of it that her only thoughts were to empty out in the nearest willing “victim”. Cynthia, meanwhile, was so eager to get her hands on that shaft that the whole building shook when she dropped to her knees, tongue licking her lips and fingers moving that colossus directly into her enormous, cavernous cleavage. She could feel its warmth, and even better, she could sense as its girth and length were further increased the more it was stimulated; ‘twas a wonderful perk of the baa’s anatomy that, rather than actually emptying out, her body (or, well, certain specific parts of it) just kept getting more engorged before she was given sweet release. The Lugia didn’t really care; if anything, having a cock that grew into a size that could give her a run for her money was nothing short of a dream come true, and as long as she got to coo and pet her precious little baa all while unashamedly drooling and licking their cock at the same time, then she wasn’t about to complain. Holly was… well, Holly was slightly too concerned with the sheer pressure building up inside of her to do much of anything but moan and bleat helplessly whenever she felt any sort of touch on the part of her partner, though she did look up with her glazed-over eyes and give them a sort of broken half-smile with her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.
Just like every other time, all it took was Cynthia letting gravity do half of the work for Holly’s junk to start responding in the way it did best, bulging outwards as the thick dollops of pre bubbling from her it grew along with it, until it felt less like the Lugia was trying to fit a toothpick in a large corridor and much more like a proper cock that could barely be contained by even her significantly oversized mounds; it was amazing how quickly it grew, seeming to react to each tug, each pull, each time that she squished her tits together and against it, every time feeling more and more cockmeat between them, until it reached the point where its top section, flooding everything around it with the contents of those similarly-swelling nuts, began to emerge from her almost obscenely deep cleavage. Down below, still stuck on the couch, Holly could do naught but grit her teeth and do her best not to sink her hands, feet and legs into her balls… much. It was inevitable that it would happen, but given that doing so only made them produce faster in preparation for the release, she’d grown to avoid overdoing it, at least when she could be bothered to remember such a thing.
Today was not that day. It was Christmas, after all, so some part of her mind told her that her lover needed an especially large gift, hence why the baa immediately resorted to rubbing as much of herself over her cum factories as she could, urging them to produce more, faster, stronger, the immense orbs gurgling excessively loudly as their diameter and circumference grew distressingly quickly, along with a shaft that seemed intent on not just matching the size of the chest-obscuring breasts it was being serviced by, but surpassing it, much to Cynthia’s own surprise. The bleating only got louder as Holly’s mind struggled with the overload of sensations it was being made to deal with, no conscious thought remaining but the burning need for her to get some release, for her to empty out and forget about that terrible decision to save up for when Cynthia got home. Yet, at the same time, she couldn’t help but be utterly delighted with her ridiculous choice; the Lugia looked so happy when her cock hit them in the chin before they could even react, looked so awfully appreciative when she could open her mouth and welcome that rod into it without having to bend her neck in any way. Sure, it needed a little bit of readjustment, seeing as that rod was about big enough to start scraping against the ceiling if allowed to stand at full mast unimpeded, but Holly’s partner was nothing if not inventive, she could find a way… even if it meant bringing it to an increasingly horizontal state so she could impale herself on it, hoping to receive quite a filling after she was done.
‘Twas a crying shame that the baa couldn’t do anything but sit there on an increasingly-fuller throne of nuts; would’ve been nice if her body was big and strong enough for her to actively thrust into her lover’s waiting mouth, but unfortunately she had to rely entirely on the Lugia to do that job for her. Thankfully for the both of them, said Poké-gal was more than enthusiastic when it came to servicing that colossal rod bulging her throat out, and the only reason she didn’t put even more energy behind it was because they still needed the living room to be inhabitable after they were done. The TV though? That would probably not last the night.
Didn’t take long before the first proper spurts of cum started blasting down the Lugia’s throat. It was inevitable, really; as much as Holly’s pre was already leaky enough to put most proper males’ full releases to shame, it was still nothing in comparison to what she was truly hiding in those couch-sized nuts of hers. The pressure within them was so high, the sheer amount of muscle power in that cock so unbelievably tense, that her body just couldn’t help itself; all it took was an errant twitch, a slightly harder-than-normal press or an outright squeeze on the part of either woman and suddenly Cynthia had gallons of the stuff being fired down her throat and directly into her belly, which was already starting to look like someone had stuffed a hose down it and left it on full blast. It was amazing how the effects were mounting even before the baa had reached climax, but that was par for the course when it came to the two of them; again, the Lugia hadn’t always been seventeen feet tall, and Holly was nothing if not extremely helpful and proactive in providing nutritious, heavy meals.
By that point, the giantess was already flat on her back and had her throat distended by the cock she had swallowed and forced herself to take. It was an odd position to be in, but the reason for it became apparent as soon as the bulge formed by the rod went all the way from her open maw to where her stomach was supposed to be: with such an enormous volume of cockmeat so obviously visible inside of her body, she could literally hug it like a body pillow and proceed to give a full bodyjob, including her immense breasts in the process! It was a little something that the couple could only ever do when Holly was at full mast just like then, when each of her squeaking moans and surprisingly powerful bleats seemed to add inches onto her nuts and shaft, when the poor baa was left trembling and shaking as the sensations coursing through her body and mind left her a complete wreck. Her hooves were lodged on her balls, her hands playing with her own, comparatively-minute breasts, her throat scratchy and aching from how much of a workout it was getting, only adding to the suite of unwholesome noises filling the living room alongside the wet slurping and drooling coming from the Lugia underneath her. Holly was now at the mercy of a package that had bloated and swelled to become several times bigger than she was, but just large enough to give her partner the time of her life as she further and further impaled herself on its length, their stomach filling with load after load of spunk, growing ever more wobbly and sloshing with each passing second.
It couldn’t last. Neither the baa nor the Poké-gal were possessed of infinite stamina, especially seeing as the former had spent several hours deliberately withholding herself from climax. It was short, but it was sweet; barely ten minutes passed from the moment the Lugia walked into the house to when Holly let loose an incredibly loud bleat that somehow turned into a deliciously whorish moan, one that melted into a squeak that then died off and left the tinier of the two silent as her body took the rest from there. The nuts spreading her legs apart clenched with such might that both her and the giantess impaled on her cock could see them emptying out each time they did, the Lugia’s eyes practically bulging out as she felt the shaft inside of her bloat to a good one and a half times its size just to be able to deal with the immense loads of cum it was being forced to vent inside of their belly. Each one made the previous one look small, each one left her so colossally stuffed that Cynthia had to rotate in order to lie on her side, lest she become buried by her own gut; even still, that ballooning cum dumpster took up a distressingly large amount of room, pushing the TV away and outright smashing the glass table the two had just bought, ruining the upholstery just as the carpet was inundated with backblasted cum pouring out of the Lugia’s mouth, even her tightly-packed mouth not being enough to seal away every drop. The release lasted… a long time, it was hard to keep track of it when they got into those sorts of things with such gusto; all either of them knew was that Holly’s package slowly, but surely, began to shrink down as she emptied out her cumtanks, until the baa was left at about the same size that she usually was: still too large to really wear anything at all without it being obvious, but at least small enough that she could actually walk without having to waddle… much. It also allowed the Lugia to actually breathe properly again, as soon as it shrunk down enough to not be stuffing their airways; similarly, it was a source of relief for Holly, who could finally rest easy after a whole afternoon of holding herself back.
The same could not be said for Cynthia, who, much like every other time the two women got together and lost control like that, looked more like a gigantic cumgut that happened to have a person attached to it. Were she to stand up, it would probably end up being nearly as tall as she was, leaving her feeling quite relieved she had the presence of mind to flip over and let that thing take over the rest of the living room rather than pin her down underneath its warm, wobbling, sloshing weight. It would’ve been nice to be buried underneath it, but then how was she supposed to enjoy the afterglow? Getting railed by a cock the size of her body was one thing, but that wasn’t the reason that she came home every day; no, that much was Holly, who was now busy trying to get her bearings after one of the biggest discharges of the whole year. The baa was clearly disoriented, barely able to stand, let alone walk, but somehow managed to make her way over to where her lover was lying down; not really a challenge, given that their cum-stuffed stomach was so close that all Holly had to do was trip and fall forward only to be caught by it, something she did so quickly that Cynthia was left thinking if it wasn’t deliberate. The baa happily rubbed herself all over that enormous cumgut, using her arms and even her legs like she was trying to make a snow angel on the distended skin; the goofiest smile was stamped on her face, accompanied by short, almost inaudible bleats, the kind she let loose whenever she feeling that particular kind of happiness that came with snuggling a loved one in front of a fireplace in a cold winter’s night. Too bad the last time they did that was the previous year; Cynthia was way too large for that now.
“Enjo-” - the Lugia’s attempts at speaking were interrupted by a burp, one that came with a hefty dose of cum along with it - “Good lord, enjoying yourself there, hun~?”
Holly replied by sighing and allowing her body to slide down the side of that gigantic belly, landing flat on top of her cock… which just so happened to be the perfect size for her to use as a body pillow now.
“It’s so warm…” she ended up saying dreamily, her eyes still firmly closed.
“Are you talking about me or your dick?” Cynthia quipped, “Because I could go for both at this point.”
Another giggle, another adorably tiny bleat, and Holly struggled to get back on her feet before moving forward and outright plopping herself onto her partner’s chest, her yoga ball-sized nuts landing directly on the Lugia’s face. It took quite a bit before Holly readjusted herself to actually be able to give her lover a smooch, at which point the giantess was sweating profusely and having to hold herself back from outright begging for another filling; having to listen to those cum factories throb so loudly and so closely was always terrible for her mental health and libido. At least she had a cute lil’ baa to smooch her and pretend like nothing had happened, her face about as innocent as one would expect from a member of her species that wasn’t carrying around a cock the size of her own body.
“You’re the best pillow…” Holly mumbled, sleepy and about to fall unconscious from exhaustion alone, “you’re so warm…”
“And whose fault is that, huh?” Cynthia teased, only to receive a gentle bap on her muzzle, “I kid, I kid… still not my fault though!”
“Oh my god, you’re terrible!” the baa snapped, nonetheless letting out a quick chortle that descended into a prolonged, contented sigh, “I love you, hun.”
Those words always worked. They were even better than the stuffing that Cynthia just received. Enough for a great big boobhug as well.
“I love you too. Merry Christmas, honey.” | yiff-extreme |
Title: Medusa: Fate's Game Ch. 11
Tags: violence, romance, nonhuman romance, monster girl, greek mythology, fantasy, fantasy romance, adventure
\~\~Otrera\~\~
Patrius showed up come dawn, as promised, as did the three men. No bandages on his skin this time, not after Chimera explained it didn't help much. Once Otrera and her companions had taken a whiff of Athena's gift, they set out into the night.
Sneaking around at night was much easier with Athena's special jar of whatever to wash away the curse. She didn't like it, smelling something odorless to free her mind of some sorceress's curse. It was a lot of talk, conjecture, a lot of mysticism and magics and goddesses interfering with the things she understood: swords and flesh. She couldn't sink her weapon into a curse, she couldn't fight off magic with a shield, and she couldn't kill a god or even really defend herself from one.
It took a lot of faith to go with the flow, and trust Darian. Well, she did trust him, loath though she was to admit it. The memories of her battle sisters, her family and friends dying at his sword, it'd all taken on a new context in light of their conversations. Tragedies, and she lamented them all, but the blame she put on Darian started to fade with each passing day. They'd died in battle against a demigod, and there was no shame in that.
And if Ares was the vile and vain creature Chimera painted him as, she couldn't care less about attempting to please his desires anymore.
Gallea was sleeping in their hideaway. It was night, and the satyr was of more used to them in the day. He hadn't found anything out the day before, just that everyone in the city was frightened and refused to say why. If the city had been Amazons, everyone would have resisted the curse, and died in battle. Better that than becoming a sacrifice.
After the four of their group each took a deep breath of the jar, hopefully enough to last the night, they split. Patrius and his friends went toward the city center, and Otrera and Darian followed. Medusa and Chimera left for the city outskirts, where they would lure more manticore to their deaths. It reeked of risk. They didn't know how closely Andromeda followed her pets, how much information the cats could report, or if she even knew any had died. Perhaps the spell worked on its own, while Andromeda's mind was elsewhere? It'd be lucky if it did, and the four could operate without worry of being discovered. Luck didn't seem to be their strong suit.
The old soldier patted Otrera and Darian on the shoulder, nodded to each with a stern eye, and headed out onto the street. His companions weren't so solid, and they shivered and shook as they glanced around in the black, at the two Fate's Children, and then to the back of their savior. They followed him, and Otrera followed them. The four men knew the city, while she and Darian did not.
Relying on strangers. She didn't take well to that. Darian didn't take well to that. But at least Patrius seemed a trustworthy fellow, sort of. A nice man, but a slave to Athena's will. The two didn't necessarily go hand in hand, and every time the man had glanced Medusa's way, Otrera had been ready to cut his head off.
Outside, the cold fog continued to roll over the buildings and streets. The bazaar stalls were abandoned, the roads were quiet, and the sky began to cloud over. Seeing at night in the fog was hard enough, but as gray washed over the moon and starlight, keeping track of anyone or anything grew more difficult. It got to the point she was holding onto the tunic of the man in front of her, and Darian was holding one of the leather straps that dangled from the waist of her armor.
It was a large city, larger than Tiryns. Buildings rose tall, walls of white stone and pillars of marble. The outskirts of the city, the smaller homes, they were built with mudbrick and wood. But as they fell deeper and deeper into the tide of roofs and columns, everything changed into a colossal array of white. Temples with towering columns that held enormous roofs of alabaster, pillars ten feet wide that circled the temples, and opened before stairways as wide as the temples themselves. In Tiryns, there would be at least a few guards patrolling with torches out, and a civilian or two. These streets were as lifeless as the stone that walled them, barring the occasional large feline.
It amazed Otrera that the curse had gone so long without notice from outsiders and traders. But if Andromeda could affect people's minds with the curse, perhaps she could do more? The resistance had mentioned they'd heard her name before, but long ago and only in passing. But they'd heard it in the acropolis, and that meant someone of at least mild importance. Perhaps Andromeda could affect people's memories?
She shivered, and rubbed her arms. A scary thought indeed, but hopefully Athena's protection would extend to such sorcery as well.
Noise. The men ahead ducked into one of the temples, up the stairs and behind the huge pillars. She followed, back aching with the constant crouching, and she relished the moment to get to her knees and relax the muscles as they hid.
Claws scraped against stone, and the quiet growl of feline carnivores rumbled over the intense quiet of the city. This deep into the walls and buildings, the already quiet animal life was silenced, and sound of the prowling cats was obvious. Good for her merry band of resistance fighters, but it also meant any noise they made, the manticore were likely to hear.
Not just cat growls though, but sandals too. She stuck her head out from behind the pillar of the temple, kept her head low to the floor, and peered into the fog. The cats were walking by, and their silhouettes were blurs of limbs and raised scorpion tail. But behind them walked two more things, human shaped, with spears in one hand and a torch in the other.
Light flickered over the columns, and giant shadows merged into the heavy fog. As long as the six of them stayed within the temple and behind its columns, they should be fine. Should. If the cats got curious and sniffed them out, they'd have to get creative, fast.
The cats continued on, but the soldiers with torches came closer. Two of them, clutching spears at the ready, emerged from the fire-lit mist, and came toward the steps of the temple.
Hoplite armor, but colored gold and stained red. As if an army of golden warriors beneath an ocean of blood had risen from its depths. She half expected to see blood stains where their sandals fell. One slow step after another, the two soldiers approached the stairway, and raised their torches. Their faces were hidden black, and their eyes glowed red from the shadow that hid their features. Great, more things with glowing eyes. Where hoplite armor left the arms and legs exposed, the skin could not be seen. A strange obsidian coated their limbs beneath the armor, but also did not. Otrera tried to focus her eyes on where their skin should be, but the odd blackness did not hold her gaze, and try as she might to capture it in her vision, her gaze fell away from it like trying to focus on shades of darkness in an ocean depth.
She dared not swallow, or breathe more than the faintest wisp, and her companions did the same. A single sound meant a battle, and a battle now meant failure if anyone found out.
So she stayed still, quiet as the dead, and body pressed to the column like a second skin. Don't look to Darian, don't look to Patrius. Stay absolutely still, and they'll move on.
Eternity would have taken less time than each breath she took, but as she started to grow lightheaded with her shallow breathing, the two faceless, red-eyed guards nodded to each other, and moved on to follow their manticore escort. Once their torches were just orange blurs against distant fog, she let out a long sigh, and slid over to Darian.
"Couldn't see their skin," she said.
He nodded, and looked to Patrius. "That them?"
"Yes. Come nightfall they wander the city. In the day, they vanish into the acropolis. Come." Quiet as a mouse, Patrius started down the street, and the six of them resumed their journey.
It took time to walk through the city. What would have taken only half an hour to walk across took triple that to sneak through, even with only the rare patrol. The next pair of cats had again included the odd soldiers with hidden black skin and red glowing eyes. The Corinthian-style helmets that framed their eyes made each guard seem like a wraith, like death walking, but at least their eyes and torches made them easy to spot.
Patrius guided them into another street, off of the main road where the temples stood. Between homes and winding pathways of closely knit short walls, the old soldier took them deep into the most dense area. Homes wall to wall, short and small, where the farmers, fishermen, and hunters lived. The working class, indebted slaves, poor families, and scrawny children. The typical life of the lowly peasant, something she strove to prevent among her battle sisters.
Every so often, she glanced in one of the windows. In the dark for as long as they'd been, her eyes had adjusted enough to see the silhouettes of people even in the dark of their homes. No candles lit, no noises to be had, except for the shaky breathing of sleeping folk. Many were shivering, and many more had pressed their bodies together to sleep. They had to sleep in the curse every night.
No one said anything. The civilians were dangerous; if they were spotted, it'd mean they'd be ratted out. That meant they'd have to kill whoever spotted them if it happened, and even she didn't want to do that. The people disgusted her for their weakness, but she didn't hate them; the last thing she wanted to do was kill a child if one noticed her.
The homes spread further apart, roads forked, and the air opened up. Fog caught the breeze, and the smell of salt and sea grew until it rolled over them. The bay was ahead, and only a few homes dotted near the coast where docks held trading ships and war vessels alike. She strained her ear, but not a bird to be heard. None of the odd guards walked the water, and if there were any manticore walking without escort, they'd be much easier to see out in the open air of the beach. But the same in return. A risk either way.
Like Darian said, the underdog has to take risks. She smirked, and followed after Patrius as he motioned for them to follow. They didn't go down toward the water, not yet, but stuck to the line of homes against the low end of the city near the bay. He was taking them toward a glow of orange against the fog, far in the distance, and tall against the backdrop of fog over the buildings and stone.
As they grew closer, she understood the height. It was the bridge, a huge structure of wood, easily fifty feet wide, with metal bindings grabbing the massive columns of lumber along its impressive length. She'd never seen a bridge so huge, easily eight feet thick of multiple slabs of wood intermixed with diagonal metal beams, and torches that lit jutting towers along its topside. Back and forth across its length, manticore and the strange guards patrolled, a dozen of each at least. They walked to the open entrance of the great structure, and back to the tall cliff in the bay. No gate, but made up for with guards on each end.
They didn't go toward the entrance of the bridge though. Patrius waved them down, and they slipped through the fog toward the water where the ground gave way to a small rolling cliff. Water hit their ankles, and as they walked it, they held out a hand to the side to lean against where the beach rose into the cliff the bridge entrance sat upon. It took another fifteen minutes of walking, but in the deep fog and black of night, they crept underneath the bridge.
"The tide makes enough noise to hide our own, a little at least," Patrius said as he leaned back against the cliff. "And I doubt they think we'd be stupid enough to swim across so near their patrols."
"We might just be that stupid." Darian chuckled and pat the old soldier on the back. "You scouted all this in a week? And put together this resistance?"
It was impressive, no doubt about it. The old soldier — old was too strong a word, just starting to get on in his years. A little white in the beard never hurt anyone, and what girl didn't think a bit of wear and tear on a man was a good look? She found herself smirking at Patrius, and nodding with Darian's compliment.
"Tritus, stay here with Acron and Mindarus. We'll be back in an hour or two. If you think you're in risk of being spotted, get out of here, and we'll take it as a queue to find a different route." Patrius patted the three men on the shoulder, and turned to walk down the beach, deeper into the water.
"W-wait, you're going with these two? You don't want—"
"Otrera and Darian are demigods, Tritus. I'm the baggage in this little excursion, and one piece of baggage is better than four."
Ouch. Otrera smirked again, and winked at Tritus. The young man glowered at her and folded his arms across his chest, puffing up as best a man could. Well, he was a resistance fighter, and putting everything on the line to save his city; that was attractive in a man too.
The water was colder than she thought it'd be. If the curse affected the mind, and they were free of its hold, why was the water cold? Just in her own head then? She shivered as it worked its way up over her thighs and waist, and all the more as it enveloped her to the neck. Swimming in armor wasn't a good idea, but she and Darian could handle it. Patrius was only in his tunic and sandals, but she could see the man was struggling to keep up with them once the water grew too deep to walk upon the land underneath.
Swimming in the middle of the night. A fun pastime, and as they sneaked their way across the shadow of the bridge, her mind wandered. When all this was over, would she be able to take Chimera for a swim? He probably sank like a stone. The thought made her chuckle, especially as she imagined standing on his shoulders while the colossal man of muscle failed to stay above water.
She found herself thinking about Chimera a lot lately. Yesterday had been a surprise, for two reasons. Having sex in front of Medusa had been a lot of fun, and she saw the expression in Medusa's eyes, clear as day human or snake: attraction. Otrera knew she was attracted to Medusa — maybe not as much as Darian, she didn't really care for snakes — but she didn't know the curvy creature was attracted to her too. The gorgon hadn't really looked Chimera's way though, and she rarely looked Darian's way, yesterday in their little group sex. No attraction there, not really. Darian was handsome, sure, but she wasn't drawn to him.
But part of her mind kept coming back to the crushed manticore, the bloody mess, the organs and flesh and skin and animal fur, and Chimera's face, beard, and chest covered in it. He'd really let loose last night, really let the animal out and then some, really unleashed something almost... sinister. Cats liked to play with their food sometimes, but she knew of no animal that liked to bathe in blood.
Would he hurt her? She'd fucked him only several hours later, and he'd been as he always was during sex: strong, in control, and delightful. No denying the thrill was there too; fucking a dangerous animal sent a chill up her spine, and then fire into her loins, every damn time.
Always thinking with your legs, Otrera.
"Otrera?" Darian said.
"What? What, I was—"
Darian raised a hand and shook his head. They had come up onto the beach of the bay cliff, or what she'd thought would be a beach. Instead, it was a sheer cliff face. Water splashed against it, and the cracks of rock against the reflections of distant torchlight were the only sign of its existence in the dark night. She tried not to think about the empty black below. How deep did the water go?
"Here," Patrius said. "You can start the climb here, but after that... I don't know. The road that circles this seacliff has only a few patrols, but—"
"We have to see what's up there, Patrius. Stick with us and we'll be fine."
Darian held out a hand for his friend, and managed a smile Otrera could see in the night. Such a bastard, Darian was, cocky, arrogant... fun, adventurous, warm. She could see what Medusa saw in him. That didn't stop her from wanting to punch the man for various reasons, but she could see it nonetheless.
"What do you want me to do?" the old soldier said.
"Just hold on."
"Hold on? What—"
Darian grabbed Patrius's hand, yanked him closer, and put it on his shoulder.
"... you can't be serious."
Otrera chuckled, and put her grip against the wet rock. It took a few tries to find something with a hook for her fingers, something not slippery and wet, but once she did, pulling herself up out of the water was like lifting a pup. She did it with one hand, while the other reached up to comb her wet hair from her eyes.
If only the man realized how strong a Fate's Child truly was. Well, he was going to realize now.
Patrius almost yelped, but managed to choke it down as Darian started to climb. The old soldier had his arms locked tight around the smaller warrior's neck and shoulders, but Darian climbed as if the man was but a toddler on his back, strapped in with a carrying strap. It took effort to keep from laughing, and Otrera had to look away several times to keep it from bubbling over at the sight of the small man carrying the bigger fellow.
They had to climb to the side, to keep out of sight of the unnatural guards, and their extinct animal companions. And not only that, they had to keep out of sight of the flat road that circled the mountain upward. A weird, jagged path that bent one way, then another, and then around the cliff rock twice before cresting as a winding road into the acropolis above.
Climbing wasn't hard. Even with Patrius on Darian's back, they were demigods, and getting a good grip on the rock with sandals and strong fingers was simple enough. Once they were above the dark waves and their fingers dried, the rock was more than forgiving with their holds, and they were able to climb up and to the side to stay underneath the winding path of the road.
But because the road didn't just circle the island sea cliff, but zigzag at a few points where it leveled off, it meant they had to make some crosses.
They hopped up onto the road, halfway up the cliff. No guards around, no manticore, and thank the gods, the fog didn't follow them up. Clear air, cloudy night sky, and all their enemies in the distance. They could see their torches, and with no light of their own, the enemy could not see them.
She tapped Darian on the shoulder, pointed at herself, then the path they had to cross, and scampered along. The two men followed, and without breaking a beat, they were back to climbing.
There'd be no way she or Darian could mount an assault while climbing the cliff. If they were spotted, they were dead, and that included if they brought Chimera, Medusa, and the rest of the resistance — who wouldn't be able to climb the cliff anyway. The only way they were getting up to the acropolis was if they launched a surprise attack on the bridge, took out as many enemies as they could, and then marched up the cliff. So many unknowns, so many risks. For all she knew, Andromeda could launch a fireball down to disintegrate them. The sorceress's power always seemed indirect though, controlling other things through curses or summons or rituals; which meant a surprise attack was actually the perfect plan for dealing with her if that was true.
Or she was wrong and they were all going to die and turn to ash. A good death, but she didn't really feel like dying, not yet.
The higher they went, going the opposite direction of gravity became their only true guide in the dark night. Just keep going up, up and up until there's no more up to climb. The patrols were never in large amount, always close to the bridge where any normal person would have to cross. And as they peeked over the final ledge to land upon the flat land of the acropolis foundation, they found no guards.
The acropolis. A palace of stone, marble, and walls lined with gold designs of the gods. Flat walls as high as thirty feet, and they circled three edges of the large structure. But, from their hidden perch, they were halfway in front of the palace, and the wide stairway that lead into it was as wide as the palace itself. Colossal pillars holding a grand arch lined the top of the stairway, and the stairway itself was shallow, short, and only served as a grandiose and luxurious display of wealth. Typical.
Two of the faceless guards stood within its center, torches up, spear as a walking stick, and red eyes casting random glances. Their movements weren't fluid, but almost random, erratic, like twitches. Well trained guards looking for movement in the dark, or more summoned entities that simply weren't human and didn't behave like them?
Her muscles froze. The pillars, the torches. She tilted her head to the side, and crept over the cliff edge to get up onto the mountain top. Plenty of darkness to be had, and some small trees and bushes were scattered around. She kept to them, peeked out from behind them, and waved in Darian as she got closer.
She recognized this place.
Hand found her sword grip, and started to draw it. She didn't tell herself to, didn't come to any realization, it just happened. But before she could get it halfway out, Darian grabbed her wrist. She snapped her head around to look at him, and he got close enough to put his lips next to her ear.
"What are you doing?"
"I... don't know. Fuck, I want to..." Grumbling, she put the sword back into the scabbard and got to her hands in a deep crouching squat. "I'll control myself." Her breathing was fast, irregular, and her heart wasn't doing much better. Fingertips were cold, tingling, and the hairs of her arms stood up. Didn't expect herself to be the one to lose control. Wonderful.
"Think we can sneak past them?" Darian said.
"The guards can't see in the dark any better than us." Patrius got close enough to speak to them, voice almost inaudible. Three heads jammed together in the dark. "I've tested it. "
Dangerous, ballsy. She liked that.
Past the guards and into the black of the palace center then? Pillars blocked her view a little, but beyond them she saw no torches or the flickering light of any nearby. The only concern was the guards at the front entrance, and getting past them, in and out.
Darian picked up a rock, and threw it. Otrera tried to grab it, but no luck; the pebble flew across the way to the other side of the island, and landed against some other rocks. The two guards looked at each other, then both began walking toward the noise.
Otrera buried her face in her hands. Kill Darian, kill him later. But the idiot child's tactic had worked at least, and as the guards — idiot guards, evidently — stepped off the stairway to investigate, the three of them slipped past them and into the open center of the palace.
Not too different from Tiryns. The pillars within were smaller, and atop them were roofs that held walkways atop them as well. No guards, no torches, just the night and eyes straining to see anything in the black.
The place grew more familiar with every passing second.
The three of them ducked into the side hallways, lined with columns on one side that lead into the center open area. The other side was walls and windows, and no light came from them. But as she ran her fingers over the walls and breathed in the smell, she started to follow her memory instead.
Darian and Patrius followed her, silent as she. They probably had no idea where she was going, but she was going first, and that seemed enough reason for them to follow. She knew though, she knew these walls, she knew the smell. Buried in the scent of the sea, it was almost easy to miss the aroma of washed blood and bone, but she could smell it.
She followed the contours of the acropolis center, fingers running along the wall, until she came to a stop at the opposite end from the entrance. The doorway was lined with something different this time, something gray. As her fingers ran over the stick-like material that lined the doorway, she drew her hand back, and snarled. Bone.
She stepped into the room.
Within, there was light. A small flicker that was a subtle wisp of orange against the black. A couple of dim candles sat in the center of the room, and the room itself was massive. So massive the walls seemed to curve inward with slopes of shadow.
But as the group approached the two candles, the three of them inhaled sharply once the contours of its silhouette made sense. A skull, and from within, a glowing light no brighter than a candle that lit up its two eye sockets. It sat upon an altar, a thin thing of curving stone with chaotic lines carved into it that stood four feet tall. The top was a bowl, shallow, wide, with its edges lined with an odd, bumpy surface. But now that she had the moment to look closely, she recognized the strange lining. Human teeth.
She remembered this skull. When she'd first seen it, it was wearing the Moirai mask, and instead of the orange glow, its eyes were glowing white. There'd been crimson dripping from the edges of the bowl. A blind fool would have noticed it was blood. But not her.
"Gods," Patrius said. "It's bone. And... and..."
Otrera turned to look at the man, but Patrius's gaze was wandering over the walls around them. As their eyes adjusted to the tiny light the enchanted skull provided, she too started to look over the walls. She recognized them as well. Her memory had them bathed in far more than just a bit of shadow though, but dozens of skulls and a lot of red.
Sure enough, as she approached, the skulls became visible. Her heart sank, and she raised a finger to run it over the arches of one skull. Dried blood.
"I wonder how many died for me," she said.
"Died for you?" Patrius walked over to her and looked at the skull she was touching. "What do you mean?"
"I... it..."
Darian grabbed her shoulder and shook his head. She shoved him off, but as the words came up, she swallowed them back down. Patrius didn't need to hear her sad sob story, and the resistance didn't need to either. No need to make them question her or her motives, no need to make a bad thing worse. She wanted to though. Guilt makes people do stupid shit.
But she wasn't stupid enough to let it ruin her. Shrugging, she lowered her hand, and walked the walls of the room. The light wasn't enough to go by, but she could see the bones that decorated the walls, and more than just skulls. Legs and arms, fingers and toes, ribs, the walls were decorated with them all, and she thanked the gods the darkness hid the subtleties of the designs for them.
The darkness didn't hide the two headdresses of royalty.
"Here," she said, and she got down on a knee in front of the crowns. Decorated with intertwining vines, the headdresses carried symbols upon their brow, and one carried a long sash behind it. Each was dotted with small golden spikes that jutted upward. And each headdress was covered in dirt, grime, and decaying stains of red. Tossed aside, like they didn't matter at all.
"Looks like they've been sitting here for a couple years at least." Patrius reached for one, but stopped short and shook his head. "So much for the King and Queen. We should get out of here, we got what we need. We know the sacrifices will be here in this room, and we can storm the acropolis with your help to stop Andromeda once she's trapped in here. No way out of this room." The old soldier motioned to the walls, and the size of the room fell into perspective. Large, tall, more than tall enough for Chimera, and wide enough for fifty men to stand shoulder to shoulder.
Enough room for a good fight.
"One way out," Darian said with a nod of his head toward the door. "But I've dealt with her before, sort of. I don't want to be trapped in a room with her, even with my friends with me."
Heh, friends. She hid her smile with a brush of her thumb, and turned to look around the enormous room once more. Memories of her kneeling in front of the altar, body shaking with fear and excitement, the smell of death everywhere. How could she not have known there'd been sacrifices to fuel the ritual? How willfully blind had she been?
Fingers tightened until her knuckles cracked.
"And of course, she might not be in here at all when we attack," she said. "She might trick us into thinking she is, then do... something."
"Let's get out of here before we leave traces behind." Patrius put a hand on her shoulder, and walked toward the exit.
She followed after him and Darian, but stopped in the doorway to look behind her. The skull upon the altar looked fresher than she remembered.
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On the hunt once more.
He breathed deep and sighed as the muscles in his body relaxed. Weight fell from his chest and neck, thorns deep in his sides vanished, and the rocks cutting into his feet crumbled to soft sand. To be free, let loose, to unleash havoc and blood and death, this is what the beast wanted. It may not have been the sheer brutality and mindless revenge or barbarism that the beast wanted, but hunting would do.
And this time he was hunting with a companion. Medusa slithered behind him, bow at the ready. He frowned at the bow, the magic of it, the arrows, the shaft; all a crutch.
Before them was the city. Behind them were the cliffs and forest. Beneath their feet the road ran forward into the winding bends of the buildings. It was better for the two of them to hunt near the city, but along the forest line where their kills could perhaps draw more manticore from the city to investigate. They would have to adapt to the situation as the night unfolded.
"The bow will be useless against the manticore," he said. "Hide it for now."
"Hide it?"
"Yes. The felines are far too fast for an arrow, and the night too dark. You have better options."
"You... you mean transform?"
Her voice but a squeak. He grumbled and turned to face her, crouched with one knee upon the dirt and one hand as well.
"Yes Medusa, transform. Use your claws, your body, your hair of snakes."
"But it drains me. Leaves me ssso exhausted, and—"
"How often do you practice it?"
"Practice?"
No wonder the creature was so weak when using her transformation. If she never purposefully learned how to use it, how could she hope to—
"I... I hunted boar, on my island. I had to transform to eat them."
"How often?"
"Once every few weeks, usually."
Better than he had hoped for. "Is it as exhausting for you then?"
"No. No then I... it feels different, to transform ssso controlled like that. When I transform for the hunt, I'm thinking about hunting, and going after the meal, and—"
"Then prepare for the hunt." He had no idea such a wondrous and perfect situation was sitting on the naive woman's lap... or belly scales. "That is what we are doing, hunting."
"I can't eat one of the manticore! They're way too big."
"One does not always hunt for food."
Indeed, 'Chimera', sometimes 'one' will hunt for the pure pleasure of the kill.
He rumbled, quiet but deep in his belly, and shook his head. The beast danced as a gentle shadow, far in the corner of his eye, just a fleeting thing with no sway or voice tonight. He would be safe from it, for the moment.
"So I should transform? Now?"
"Yes." He motioned to the trees nearby, and the two of them moved to hide in the shadow. "Can it be done silently?"
"Yesss... yes, just... hold on."
The serpent woman looked at him, then down at the grass where her eyes lingered. She was not comfortable with her transformation, where the snake monster was on her skin instead of inside her. Not comfortable as herself, and the monster was a part of that self. How hypocritical of him.
But hypocrite or not, it was her monster that was the force to be reckoned with.
Should he comfort her? A part of him considered reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder. He tried to imagine comforting Otrera with a tender touch and warm pat on the head, and grinned. She'd be likely to hurt him for the offense. But Medusa was not Otrera. She was a soft thing, fragile, sensitive, and naive.
And he'd grown to respect that, he realized. If everyone was as stone as he, or fire and ice like Otrera, there would be no soft grass or gentle streams, like Medusa.
The monster emerged. Slowly, silently, the thickness of her body increased, the weight of her snake half grew, and the musculature of her human half did as well. Snake skin formed over her human skin, and the scales grew larger with them. Her snake hair became a mane of pythons, and enormous claws grew from her fingertips. But most different was her face, part snake, part woman, part monster, with giant fangs, snake eyes pulled to the side of her face, and long snout.
He reached out, and patted her shoulder.
"Don't... don't touch me," she said. Her voice, a whisper in the night, was a mix of hisses and rasps, double layered, as if two were speaking.
He did not let go, but patted her yet again, and stepped in a little closer to offer her the best smile he could.
The giant serpent stared at him, and burst into laughter.
"Don't!" she said. Still a whisper thankfully, but he could tell she was struggling. "Don't do that with your faccce. You're... you should ssstick to your ssstrengths."
He nodded, sighed, and looked back to the road. So he could not smile, not the way Bellerophon could. At least he knew to not attempt it upon Otrera.
They waited for twenty minutes. A stone statue, and the waiting serpent, neither moving, barely breathing, and blended into the shadow and fog. The manticore could smell them if they got close enough, but until then, silhouettes against the fog were the better indicator.
Two approached. Silent, claws upon the road where the stones ceased and dirt began, the manticore left the city and moved toward the outskirts. Chimera picked up a rock, and threw it nearby, further into the woods, and past he and Medusa. The cats raised their heads, tails slithers of shadow in the mist, and chased after the noise.
Chimera motioned for Medusa to follow, and he followed after them. It would be only moments before they'd smell him, and in those few moments, he got closer, and closer. Little light to be found as they went deeper into the trees, and better yet, each tree and rock blocked more sound. Once they were very deep into the woods, they would be free to slaughter.
He licked his lips.
Medusa behind him was just as silent as he. Surprising, given her size. But she said she'd hunted boar in her monstrous form, and her snake skin made little nose as it moved over grass and twig. Broken branches cracked underneath her belly where they wouldn't make a noise, and as she lowered herself to the ground, eventually she walked with her hands in a prowl. Dead silent. He would not have heard her stalking him, if she ever decided to.
The two cats were mindless animals, from an older age where beasts were no longer immortal, but strong and dumb. Strong and dumb made for a dangerous combination, but also an easily exploited one. Licking a fang, he looked to the monstrous serpent behind him, and motioned for her to come closer.
She slithered up next to him, and leaned forward in between brush and tree. The two manticore were circling the area the rock had fallen, where trees were dense and a large rock sat between a circle of them. No one would find a thing in this place, where branches were pressed together and nature was a wall. Perfect.
He looked to Medusa, and waited. The huge creature looked at him, snake eyes large, and flicked her long fork tongue. Like looking into the eyes of a colossal reptile, with a mane of pythons to join it.
Medusa sighed, nodded, and struck out. Giant as she was, each tree, each rock, the ground beneath and the branches above, all served for a surface she used to push parts of her snake half against. Like water flowing around rocks, bursting through them, she pushed against the terrain and launched herself upon one of the manticore.
In her transformed state, it wasn't a fair fight. It wouldn't have been a fair fight even if the two of them had attacked her.
Even if.
The nearest cat turned to face her, but she was already upon him, claws out. They sank into the cat as the snake threw her massive weight onto it, pinned it, and forced its tail into the dirt with her snake half. Helpless, it couldn't sting her, couldn't bite her or claw her with its belly to the dirt. She began to coil around it.
He didn't want her to pin it, to coil it, to defeat it in such a slow and passive manner. As the second cat turned to the new attacker, Chimera did not move.
The second manticore dove upon Medusa, and claws sunk into her flesh. She screeched, turned to face the onlooker, and then around to look for Chimera. But still he did not move. Her cries would call nearby manticore, and he grinned as he waited.
Blood gushed out from her massive snake muscles, and the second cat raised its scorpion tail. Medusa raised her own tail to lash out as a whip, but the tight forest refused to provide room. Or at least it shouldn't have. Her tail cracked through several trees, and in the chaos of darkness and branches, wood exploded, splintered, and fell over the second manticore.
The first one was no longer pinned, not completely, and it forced itself up with its hind legs driving forward. What little mass Medusa still had on the creature was thrown aside, and the giant serpent roll over herself. But her claws were still in the cat, and the manticore turned with her as she rolled.
If she was stung, there was a good chance she'd live, as Chimera would if he was stung. But he'd be paralyzed and torn to pieces. Would she be paralyzed? He did not want to find out, but, as the second cat got back up from the underneath the mess of destroyed trees, it raised its tail. And he did not move. This was too important for him to intervene.
Medusa looked around, snake eyes almost glowing in the darkness. Chimera could tell she was panicking, trying to figure out what to do, trying to figure out how to control the situation. How could she deal with the two cats at once? How could she constrict one and defend herself from the other?
Hissing, screeching, she sank half a dozen of the massive pythons of her hair onto one half of the creature, and another half dozen onto the other. She turned herself over to face the second cat, the first cat in between them. A wall of flesh and fur between its stinger. But it would not last, and the second cat used the room made by the broken trees to start circling her faster, snarling and growling. And the cat in her grip raised its own tail, despite being sideways and up in the air, and readied its sting.
And then the cat was in two pieces. Her claws dug deeper into its chest and back, and pulled apart. The pythons, each with their own teeth deep in the creature's body, also pulled. And like a host of limbs, the array of snakes helped rip the creature in half. Spine separated with audible ripping of skin, flesh and fur tore apart, and organs fell to the grass as Medusa threw the two halves of the feline to each side of her.
In the mist of blood and fog, she struck forward at the second cat. The poor creature had been stunned by the death of its partner, and did not react as Medusa landed upon it. All her weight fell over it, crushing it to the ground as she wrapped herself around it with all haste. But instead of constricting it to death as a snake would, she put her bloodied hands against its roaring, snub-nosed face, and twisted.
With a snap, the creature's head was facing wholly the wrong direction. Twitching, it collapsed, and Medusa let go of it. The several spasms the dying creature made moved it a few inches across the bloodied dirt.
"You... you! Why didn't you help?" Soaked in blood, the snake monster slithered over to him, and grabbed him by the shoulders. Transformed as she was, her grip was large enough to encompass his shoulders, and strong enough to shake him.
"Why do you think?"
"You! You... you risssked my life to—"
"To teach you an important lesson, Medusa. Look." He gestured to the creature split in two. "You did that as if the manticore were made of parchment."
"It..."
"I will aid you with the next prey, you have my word. But I felt this important for you to realize, serpent. Athena may have cursed you, but this curse has made you strong, strong enough to slaughter and kill as you are." A hand, palm open, motioned up and down at her current state. "Even without the stone gaze, in this form, you are capable of more than I ever will be. Embrace it."
She looked at him, and stared. The maze of pythons on her head did the same, each looking at him, flicking their tongue, heads swaying in a slow, synchronized dance.
"Embraccce it..." Sighing, she looked down at the huge claws on her scale-covered hands, and the crimson that dripped from them. "I don't like ssslaughtering things."
"But know that you can, Medusa. When the tide of bodies and swords washes against us, and our only option is to push through, know that you can. A hundred men, a thousand, and you could tear through them all. Look." He pointed to the gashes of her body. Already they were healing, the same as his would. But he was only a giant, strong and sturdy, and that was all. She was capable of much more.
She flicked her long tongue a few times, and reached up to touch her face. "I look like sssuch a monssster like this... sssound like one... fight like one." Claws slid up and down her snake snout, and touched the massive fangs within. The wrap she wore across her breasts was soaked in blood, and her breasts were now flattened to her chest, covered in scales, like armor.
"Bellerophontes has seen you fight like this, Medusa, and still loves you. Embrace your abilities, enough with your childish shame. You could have defeated Perseus if you had truly given into your monster, saved Gallea from his sword." He didn't know that of course, but if guilt and shame pushed the woman back, maybe it could push her forward too.
She hissed at him, and pushed him hard enough to make him stumble. And when she did, she looked down at her claws again, him, and then the mess of death behind her.
"... I am really ssstrong like thisss, aren't I?"
Growls came out of the dark, and the sound of stalking paws upon grass drew their eyes. He grinned at her, nodded, and turned to face the newcomers.
It had been a long, long time since he'd had a friend to join him in the slaughter.
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"No manticore are near," Chimera said.
She trusted his senses better than hers. Even while transformed, her senses were not much better than a human's. A human's. She was human, wasn't she?
Images of the dead manticore drifted behind her eyes as Chimera opened the door to their basement hideaway. She could only hope their efforts would reap benefits without dooming them. There was a lot of risk with their hunt, and the dozen manticore they'd killed, but the rewards would be great if Andromeda did not capitalize.
"I will return tomorrow."
"Wait... what?" Once she was down the hole into the basement, she looked up to Chimera, head tilted. No longer transformed, she combed her snake hair with her fingers, head tilted as she looked up at the giant. She was a bloody mess, literally.
"Stay here. Tomorrow I will rejoin you, but until then, I must use the day to... it does not matter." Sighing, Chimera closed the door.
And just like that, she was alone. She coiled up in the first room of their basement, and stared up at the door overhead. Only a tiny crack of pale light came through, and the candles in the next room were out. She had no choice but to sit there and wait for Darian and the others to return.
Her clothes and hands and scales were all bloodied. The bow, she set beside her against the floor, and tried to analyze it in the dark. She hadn't fired a single shot; they wouldn't have done much in the dark and shooting at fast, agile felines, with trees everywhere and rocks too. Chimera had been right to tell her to transform, and learn to get... brutal.
Brutal was too soft a word for what they did. With hands, teeth, claws, and pure strength, they'd torn the huge cats apart. Shredded them. Broke them. Bone and flesh, snapped and torn, it all made sounds she did not like and covered her in blood she did not want. But there was no denying the reality: she was far stronger than she gave herself credit for. She'd torn that first cat in half, literally, and done it to more thereafter.
She knew she was strong, but she'd always held back when transformed, always tried to keep the monster away. When it was out, when she donned its strength and armor, she could feel how easy it would be to become what people thought she was. Maybe not the way Chimera was a giant, with an animal's hunger, or the way Darian had a rage inside him that threatened to take him over. For her, it was a far more subtle thing, a tiny part of her that said 'they think you a monster, so become a monster.'
Of course she never listened to it. Perhaps Chimera did? Perhaps Darian did? Perhaps—
A scream cut through the door of the basement. Human. She looked around, down at the floor, and back up at the door. The scream continued.
"Don't! Don't, I'm sorry I was outside! I had to look for my son!"
"Mommy!"
"Please, let us be! We'll go back to our homes!"
Medusa collapsed onto the basement floor, hands to the dirty stone, and scraped her nails against it. No. This couldn't be happening. Somewhere nearby, one of the manticore was approaching some civilians. And she was going to hear it all.
Don't expose yourself, don't expose yourself, don't expose yourself. More cries, more screams. She reached up to her ears and covered them, but where her hands blocked the real screams, her mind replaced them with her own, and she removed her hands; the real screams were better than the fake ones.
"We'll go back to bed, we will! You don't need to take us."
More growls and snarls; the manticore was close. She could do something, she could save them! Save the civilians, the people she was told to avoid. They'd rat her out, tell the guards, tell Andromeda, ruin their plan. But they're just afraid, for themselves, for their family, that's why they'll tell Andromeda. To avoid being sacrificed, not for ill will.
They're worshipers of Athena, and that meant they not only knew of Medusa, but that they considered her a monster. She should stay inside, hide, let them go.
But it was a mother, and her son.
So? Did that make them any more worthy of life than a man?
A little! A child without a mother! A child... without a mother...
That made the mother even more likely to tell Andromeda about her. In hopes it'd spare her from being sacrificed, in hopes to save her son.
A colossal joke. The coincidence, the circumstance, how could it be happening this way? Her, alone, and with no choice. No choice at all.
She transformed, and slipped out from the basement. Silent, with a hundred years of practice being as quiet as death, she eased her long, massive body from the basement. Longer, thicker now that she was transformed again. Stronger and faster, and still silent. She slithered around the animal pen, around the houses, and into an alley near the noise.
She was right. A manticore was snarling at a mother, a tall woman, tattered and dirty clothes, and a boy at her side standing only to her hip. The manticore jumped forward to land two feet in front of them, and they both collapsed onto their butts as it snarled. They both screamed, and screams grew into ear-piercing shrieks when the manticore put its paw on the boy.
"No, don't take him! Please!"
Medusa swallowed the bile and nausea growing in her stomach. But as she watched the manticore reach down, bite into the boy's foot, and start to drag away the little one, bile was replaced with venom. As drops of blood from the injured, crying boy's leg fell to the streets, venom turned to fire. The mom wept, hand reaching out for her son, but she did not attempt to save him. If she tried, the beast would probably kill the boy, and take her instead.
Hate, and rage, ice and fire. This, this is what Otrera and Darian could tap into so easily? This disgusting, horrible sensation that made her arms shake, her snake hair practice their bite, her bones ache. Always she was the soft thing, the kind and gentle thing, always trying to be nice, always failing, only ever wanting honesty, and kindness returned. Now, every scale on her body boiled, searing anguish she had never known as she watched the boy get dragged away. And as she drew closer and closer, the darkness her friend, the taste of fury was on her forked tongue as she got close enough to see the white of the creature's eyes.
She struck out. One manticore was no issue; she'd killed many that night already. The issue was getting the boy's leg out of its mouth without it chomping down. One hand found its snout, the other the jaw beneath, claws stabbing into flesh and bone. And she pried apart.
The boy fell out of its mouth, and as he fell on his butt and stared up at her, she wrestled the manticore down to the ground. Do this quickly, save them and get out. A small part of her wanted to tear the manticore apart, piece by slow piece, and make it suffer for the audacity of what it was doing. But it was a small part, and she buried it quickly as she focused on the more important things.
Fingers around the beast's face, she slid her newly bloodied claws underneath its neck, squeezed tight, and lifted the manticore into the air. She slammed it into the ground hard enough to break bone, and wrapped it up in her coils while it tried to get its bearings back. Scorpion tail was the first concern, even as its panicked thrashes cut into her.
"M... mo..."
The boy was too close! Only two feet away from the feline's claws.
"Quickly!" Medusa said. "Get back!"
No one moved, only her and the predator. The mother was standing at least, and staring at her. She recognized the look of shock and fear on the woman's face, mixed with exhaustion and the chill of the city curse. The fact Medusa was covered in blood and cuts from the earlier hunt didn't make things any better.
"Get your son!" Her voice rose from a harsh whisper to a yell, but when she turned to look to the boy and try and push herself away from him, the cat bit down against her. Teeth punctured scales, but the meat of her snake body was thick with muscle. It still earned a harsh groan of pain from her, and her monstrous voice had the two humans frozen.
She coiled the beast tighter, and tighter, ignored the pain of its bite, and crushed the manticore inch by inch. Like a boar. When it could no longer breathe, she knew she had it, and she squeezed her titan body around it while she dug her claws into its face to try and alleviate its bite. It died with its fangs puncturing her.
Chimera was right. Absolutely fearless, but dumb as a bug. She set the beast to fall away from the still frozen boy, and uncoiled herself as slow as she dare permit. No time to explain to them what was going on, no time to talk. She undid her transformation, and shook her hands to try and remove the blood that soaked into her fingers and knuckles.
Their mouths dropped.
"... Medusa?" the boy said. Even a toddler knew who she was, on sight at that. Shock had replaced his crying; better that than loud wails.
The mother scampered up to join her boy, and picked him up to hold him to her chest.
"Medusa, why... what... I don't understand. I—"
"I must dispose of this body before it is found. Please, go hide, and tell no one of this." She could only hope her blood on the road would not draw suspicion. Of course it would, but enough to be a problem for her, or the civilians? She had no choice! She couldn't just let them die. So, with a frown, she grabbed the corpse of the huge cat, and started to drag it with her as she slithered toward the forest. When she had a moment, she'd sprinkle dirt over the blood to try and hide the trail.
"Medusa, wait!" The mother dragged herself after her. Medusa only had to glance back for a moment to see the woman was weighted by the curse, shivering and cold, but sweating. Or was the shivering because of her?
"Please, I... this shouldn't have happened. You shouldn't know I'm here." Medusa's face fell away, and she dragged the body beyond the city and into the forest. No way the mother would follow her, especially not with her son in her arms.
But she did, even as Medusa dragged a giant corpse through brush and rock and into darkness captured by the trees and grass.
"Why are you here? You... you saved my son!" The mother was swaying the little boy on her hip now, who doubtless could no longer walk easily with his injured ankle.
The boy was gawking at her, eyes wide, mouth open, finger between lips. He was whimpering, tears on his cheeks, but when she caught his eyes in hers, he did not look away. Instead, his mouth opened wider, and he stared all the more.
Just a little boy. No hate, no fear, not for her.
She forced herself to look away from his eyes, and got back to work dragging the corpse further.
"I had the power to save you and your son." At last the corpse was far enough. They were deep in the woods now, rocks and trees everywhere, and Medusa slithered up behind a large tree to put it between her and the woman. She peeked around it, and her snake hair did the same. The mother was still there. "You... you should go back home. There will be no more sacrifices, not if I can help it."
And she smiled. There would be no more sacrifices if she could help it. It was the most absurd proclamation, ridiculous, entitled, and insane. But she said it anyway, and raised herself a little higher too.
The two stared up at her all the more.
"But you," she said, "you two need to go back to your homes, and just pretend this never happened. I won't be able to help if the sorceress finds out."
"Why are you helping us?"
Medusa lowered herself back down, and started to slither away from the dead feline. When she looked back, the mother was still following her. Following her! A woman, a human, following her, instead of screaming terrified and running away. Instead of crying for help.
"I... I wasn't... I um..." What to do what to do what to do!? She screwed up! They were supposed to be operating in secret, save the city, not a single person. She might have ruined everything, exposed the resistance. "I was... it's a..."
"Is it a secret?"
"Yesss," Medusa said. The mother blinked and took a small step back. Her hisses must have scared her. Medusa sighed and approached the road, but stayed within the shadow of the forest.
"... how can I help?"
"Help? Me? But... you know... what Athena did to me."
"Athena didn't save my life, my son's life! You did..." The mother kissed her son's hair and clutched the boy to her chest. "I'm Sophia. This is Elias."
"Hi." The small boy turned his head from his mother's bosom to take another peek at her.
So cute!
"I'm... well you know. I uh... aren't you afraid of me?" She reached up to comb her snake hair. Everyone was always afraid of her, except for this woman; or at least, she kept her fears from overtaking her.
"Yes. And the way you looked, and sounded, when you fought the scorpion lion? You looked... like a real monster, a dangerous monster."
Medusa sank, and reached out to lean her weight against a tree. But a light touch on her hand made her stand up straight and snap her hand back. The mother stepped back too, but she still had her hand out.
She touched her. Another person had touched her, willingly.
"But, even as a monster, you saved my son. And now, you don't look like a monster at all. I... I don't know why you're here Medusa, or what's going on, all I know is it's been over three years since this city has become a graveyard for the living. No one's come to help in all that time. No one except you."
Snakes danced around Medusa's head, despite her attempts to stop them, and warm flutters filled her until she was smiling, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
Patrius had come to help them, at Athena's word at that, but barely over a week ago. These people had been tortured so for over three years? Athena's people? Did their goddess not care about them at all?
Considering how quick she was to curse you, Medusa, and for something not of your own doing, the goddess didn't care in the least, about anyone.
"And you don't look very scary right now," the mother said. "I... do you have a place to stay? I live alone with my son, and... we might be able to hide you."
This woman! This poor woman. Where was the father? Medusa raised her hands to her cheeks and shook her head. The father was probably dead. Probably sacrificed! And she was offering the snake monster a place to hide out of the goodness of her heart. Deep breaths, Medusa.
"I... I think you should come with me," the serpent said.
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The trip back to the hideout was a tough one. The faceless guards and their pet cats were moving in strange directions. Before, it'd been nothing but the idiot felines that bothered with the outer homes of the city, while the guards stayed near the center and the bridge to the acropolis. Now, more of the guards were moving with more of their cat friends into the outer areas of the city. And the guards carried torches.
The six of them kept to the shadows as best they could, but every few minutes they had to stop and wait for one of the patrols to go by. Why had their routes changed? She looked to Darian, but in the dark and shadows, she couldn't see his eyes. Was it Medusa and Chimera? Did they get caught, stir up trouble, hint to Andromeda that something was happening? Deep breaths, Otrera.
Once they had a window to speak, the six of them ducked into an alley, far from the center of the city, and only thirty minutes from their hideout.
"What's with the patrols?" Darian said.
Patrius shrugged. "Don't know. No alarm has been sounded, or they'd probably be running to the target, or back to the acropolis. They're just... increasing guardsman on the patrol, and moving them further out."
Increasing guardsman. Easy to say, but in effect, it meant someone knew they were losing men, or manticore in this case. Or did it? She didn't understand what sort of magic Andromeda was using, just that it was vast. Autonomous maybe?
So many ifs. One unlucky guess could mean the end of their pathetic little rebellion. Patrius and Darian were both capable soldiers, smart, quick to react and react efficiently. Intelligently, even. But they weren't capable of tactical reasoning like she was.
"Let's head back to the hideout, but scout the area when we do," she said. "Medusa and Chimera should be out there in the forest somewhere, drawing manticore into early deaths. We can take advantage of that, and use the nearby trees to keep an eye out for what's going on."
The five men nodded in unison.
How nice it was to have men agree to a woman's plan. Why didn't they ever do that before she was a Fate's Child? If people had been like this since day one, she might not have joined the Amazons, and become the queen of her tribe. The wonders of hindsight.
As they passed the center of the worker's area, they found the guards circling it. Manticore at their sides, spears in hand, they marched down the streets with torches high, like ants.
Like ants.
She picked up a rock, and threw it ahead of one of the patrols. It landed in the dark far ahead of them, so the patrol couldn't tell where it came from, but that didn't change that it landed with a very loud crack. It was a big rock.
All five men turned to look at her with dropped jaws. Patrius and Darian in particular looked puzzled, after her dismay over Darian doing similar. She raised a finger to her lips, and then pointed to the patrol ahead.
Two guards and two manticore. They all stopped for a moment when the rock cracked against the street, then ran up to the obvious noise. With torches in hand, they were easy to track even through the fog, and Otrera followed them as she pulled herself up onto the mudbrick homes and sneaked across their roofs. A quick glance down to see what the men were up to: following her from the shadows beneath.
Ahead, the patrol had stopped at the rock. They looked at each other, and the manticores looked at the rock. The cats sniffed it a few times and snarled, but in the darkness and the heavy fog, she knew they wouldn't be able to connect the smell of the rock to where she was hiding. It was the guards she was staring at with peeled eyes. The guards looked at the rock, then at each other, then back at the rock, then back at each other. And then resumed their patrol.
What the fuck.
She climbed down the wall of the home back into the alley shadows, and knelt down with her companions deep where their voices would get cut off by the mudbrick and dirt.
"They aren't human," she said.
"Yeah, felines generally aren't human."
She grabbed Darian by the ear, and twisted. He fell over onto his back and clutched her wrist, but didn't make a sound; couldn't risk being heard.
"Not the manticore you dumbass. The guards."
"You mean because of the red eyes? That could be anything. Could just be a spell." Patrius didn't sound too convinced.
"And the fact you can't see their skin?" she said.
The men all shrugged. Except Darian. Darian wriggled and squirmed as she squeezed his ear harder.
"They didn't behave like men when they got to the rock. There was no doubt that someone threw that rock into the street, but I had a hunch, so I—"
"You gambled our secrecy on a hunch?" Tritus said.
"A woman's hunch. Much better than a man's." She grinned at him, and held back a snicker when he groaned. "I noticed on several occasions they were acting too rigidly, too direct, too... boring. Humans don't do that, not even the best trained guards or soldiers do that. So I tested it, and where a human would realize something was up, these guards only managed to investigate the noise, then leave. Like..."
"Like something mindless," Darian said. The man deserved a reward for his brain, and she let go of his ear before patting him on the shoulder as he got back up to foot and knee. "So maybe the reason we can't see their skin, the reason it's all black, is because... Andromeda is hiding what they are?"
Otrera nodded. "And now more guards are coming out further to patrol the city, probably because they've been losing more manticore. But no alarms sounded, no dialog between the guards, no nothing. Something... automatic, I guess, is happening. Andromeda's magic may be handling things itself, while the sorceress's eyes are elsewhere." Probably on preparing her spells and rituals for her assault on the Fates, however that was going to work.
Patrius stroked his beard, and all five men looked to each other with nods of affirmation.
"Let's discuss it more when we get back to the hideout," the old soldier said. "I want to know how Medusa and Chimera have been doing."
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Smooth sailing the rest of the way. This far out, the guards were rare, and the manticore even more rare; Medusa and Chimera hard at work. Darian and Patrius were smart men, with an eye for detail and a good ear for adaptation, but they weren't her. They didn't organize the city into a map in their minds, didn't arrange the patrols, count them, see how the patrols were adapting to the drop in manticore more like an ant hive instead of an army.
It felt good to be useful again.
The six of them used the trees to hide once they were far enough into the outer edge of the city. Rocks and bushes, short trees with prickly branches, they had to be careful where they walked in the night's veil. But at the same time, they could tell the manticore were far lower in number near the animal pen hideout than before, to the point they felt safe talking and stepping on a twig or two. Maybe a bad idea, but Otrera and Darian both kept their ears open — could a Fate's Child hear better than a regular human? She imagined yes, but that could have been pure ego.
Still, not a peep, not a growl or snarl or anything. And considering the manticore attacked on sight, it certainly seemed like things were clear. For now, until the new patrols eventually branched out.
The six of them slipped from the woods and toward the animal pen. There weren't many animals, just a few boar and sheep, but it was enough to keep their scent hidden. At least the room didn't smell of sex anymore, after they'd taken the time to clean up their... mess.
Patrius lifted the door, and the six of them hopped in.
"Hello."
Tritus gasped and jumped back. "The fuck? Medusa, you're supposed to hide in the second room."
"I... um..."
"What? Out with it!" Tritus approached her, hands in fists.
Medusa was holding a candle, and covered in blood and dirt. There were claw marks, bite marks, and everything in between along various parts of her body, the human half too. Drops of blood were on the floor, and a couple of pieces of snake skin.
Darian took one look at her, walked over, and hugged her. The woman melted down onto her small warrior, hugged him back, and rested her chin on his shoulder. It was so perfect, Otrera bit her tongue. Did they have to be so cute?
"I um... I did sssssssssssomething..."
Tritus didn't feel like waiting. The man walked past Medusa, glare included, and opened the door into the main room.
"Sophia? What in Tartarus—"
"Tritus." A woman's voice Otrera didn't recognize. Shit.
Everyone stepped into the next room once Patrius closed the door behind them. Enough candle light to be comfortable, they all dragged their exhausted bodies to the table in the center of the room, and stared at the new woman. A boy sat on her hip, just a young little thing, and he held his mother's hand tight while his other reached up to pluck at his lip as his wide eyes looked over the group, despite his obvious efforts to fight off sleep. A bandage was wrapped around his ankle.
"I'm guessing," Otrera said, "that Medusa heard this woman's cries when a manticore attacked her. And Medusa just had to save her." The Amazon walked up to Medusa, and jabbed the serpent in her scaly hip. Risk on top of risk on top of more risk.
"I had no choice! I could hear her, and..."
Darian stroked his woman's hand. They'd all come to sit at the table, while Medusa coiled up near its end next to her man.
"Any guards?" he said.
"Guards? The manticore?"
"No." Patrius, also sitting at the end of the table across from Darian, reached out to tilt a candle into another. "The guards are men with spears, armor. They wander the city closer to the center, and near the acropolis."
"Not men." Damn idiots never listen. "Just look like men. Red eyes, black skin, black as onyx. But they're as mindless as sheep. Aggressive sheep with spears, but sheep nonetheless. Also," she pointed to Sophia and her kid, "we just going to let these two in on everything?"
"I want to help." Sophia walked over to Medusa, nodded her tired little nod, and moved around the table to stand in front of Otrera. "I can help."
"And your child? Looks young enough to start crying any moment. We can't have—"
"Elias is mature for his age, and strong. Aren't you Elias?" And of course, the mother stroked the boy's head, patted his shoulder, and smiled down at him. The boy returned her smile with his own, but his eyes drifted around and back to Medusa with growing frequency. Well, at least he wasn't crying at the sight of the snake woman, or under the duress of the city curse, so that was something.
Sighing, Patrius withdrew the little jar from his tunic. "Here, open it and smell the contents."
While the mother and child did as told, the six of them — seven now — leaned in over the table and the candles.
"A manticore was going to take her son to be sssacrificed," Medusa said. "I couldn't just let them die."
"No, I don't suppose you could." Patrius chuckled, and tapped his finger a couple times on the table. "You are rewriting your own legend each moment you're with us, Medusa."
When Otrera glanced to Darian, she tilted her head to the side. The small warrior seemed content to observe quietly, fingers netted together, elbows on the table, while Medusa leaned on his shoulder. Darian was smarter than she gave him credit for, crafty, sneaky. He may not have had the mind of a tactician, but he was a devious sort, quick on his feet, and good at playing the fool when he wanted. He spent a lot of time watching Patrius, Tritus, and the others. What was going on in his mind?
"... wait a minute, where's Chimera?" Otrera said.
Medusa gasped, and raised her hand to her lips. "I forgot! Oh, in all the commotion, I... he said he has sssome things to do during the day."
Otrera buried her forehead in a palm, and dragged her fingers down her cheeks. Of course the airhead forgot.
"No clue what it was about?"
"No... no, it was very sudden."
Shrugging, she got up, and headed toward the door. "Then I'm going after him."
"Otrera." Darian reached out and grabbed her wrist as she walked by. "It's night, there's fog everywhere, and Chimera is more than capable of hiding his tracks. You won't be able to find him if he doesn't want to be found."
"Then I better hope he does want to be found." She threw his grip off, and started toward the door again. No reason to slam him with his hypocrisy; if the situation were reversed, he'd be doing the same thing. And he knew it too. His protest was short lived, and once she reached the door, he smiled and nodded.
The others weren't so easily convinced.
"You can't go out there," Patrius said. "Come the day, the curse lifts but the sorceress's eyes are everywhere. People who do anything suspicious during the day are taken away come nightfall."
"Yeah, I get that. If we can't get back before dawn, then we'll stay out in the woods. Any manticore come, we'll take care of it."
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Getting out of the city unspotted was easy. Where the manticore had been a constant worry, now their numbers were dwindled considerably. Course, that was just a theory. For all she knew, Andromeda's spells had renewed their numbers.
Why manticore anyway? An odd choice for the sorceress. Darian and now Patrius agreed she was controlling a sea creature too. Why the secret island with nymphs? Why the undead at the volcano? Why a love for Perseus?
Memories of Andromeda drifted through her mind. A beautiful woman, cold, hard. She respected that. She didn't respect Andromeda manipulating her, indirectly as it was. Hate for Andromeda, or hate for herself? Both, definitely both. But a little self hate was good for the soul.
She had a couple hours before the sun would be up, and if she couldn't find Chimera by then, she'd be staying out in the day. As long as she stayed away from the city come sunrise, and hid in the harsh terrain, that was fine too. Getting caught by manticore wouldn't be good, but she could take care of herself, now that she knew what she was dealing with.
So the only issue was finding Chimera, and the bastard was basically a stalking lion when he wanted to be. Undetectable when he wanted to be. She'd have no tracks to follow unless he left them on purpose, and she'd never see or hear him unless he wanted to be seen and heard, with the dense forest, multitude of steep cliffs, and caves the terrain held.
Where to then? The cave where they spent their first night? The beach where their ship arrived? Or...
Sighing, she crouched down underneath an array of branches, and made her way toward the cave. It wasn't too far from the city, and she knew the path. From there, it was simple memory to follow the trail Chimera had created that night when he'd left to go slaughter a couple manticore.
She gulped. Slaughter was too nice a word for what he'd done. Sometimes she forgot he was a giant — other than being giant in size — and that meant inhuman desires. Brutally crushing creatures into pulp, actual literal pulp, seemed odd though. She'd stomached her sudden fear and worry, stepped into the mess, and helped calm him down. That moment he'd almost slammed his hand down onto her, but stopped himself; the very thought of it had her trembling. She'd have cracked in half and, demigod or not, she'd be dead.
But he'd stopped. Not only stopped, they'd gone into the city, made friends — sort of, anyway — and had a delightful night of sex. Again, despite her earlier intent of having sex less.
Always thinking with your legs, Otrera.
It was Medusa's fault! She thought the curvy nymph was stacked, but Medusa's breasts were absurd, and the curvy but slim physique, the wide hips and narrow waist? A body made for the bedroom. And seeing her strip and start masturbating, right in front of her? There was only so much Otrera could take before she had to have some.
A twig cracked Otrera across the face, but it didn't shake her grin. She hadn't expected Chimera to take her over and sit closer to Darian and Medusa. And having sex next to others, no one being sneaky about what they were up to, everyone just having great sex and cumming and hearing each other's noises and seeing all the bits? Medusa coiling around Darian, and Chimera pinning Otrera to his chest, hand around her throat, holding her while she struggled to handle being skewered by his dick? If there was one damn thing she was happy about being a part of this ridiculous adventure for, it was the sex. She'd have to see if she could take that situation a little further next time.
A second twig cracked her, this time right in the nose. Take the hint Otrera, focus.
The path to the open field they'd found Chimera in was easy enough to follow. Ten minutes later, she was out in the open grass, and sure enough Chimera was too, head tilted up to stare at the clouds above.
He was grimacing.
"Are you not satisfied?" he said to no one.
She got down, and stayed near the forest edge. Tall grass, shadows, the fog, and being upwind from the beast meant she could hide, as long as she didn't move and stayed quiet. But what the fuck was going on? He was talking to himself, but people didn't talk to themselves like that.
"I said I will not harm her. Begone." The giant threw his arms up and started pacing around in a circle. His lion pelt was raised, his head buried in its massive jaw, and it swayed a little behind him as he walked. "Or her! I no longer need you. Stop this madness."
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"No."
The beast circled around him, paws forever wisps of black mist against the gray of the fog. The grass both did and did not bend to his touch, existing in two states while the creature passed over. Black dripped from its fangs like blood.
"I said begone, beast."
"And I said no. Do you really think these past couple of months have changed you, 'Chimera'? You still hunger for the slaughter, mayhem, carnage, death."
"I do not! It is you who hungers for these. I... I no longer need those." He might as well have been arguing with a tree. The black beast did not care for reasons, for changes or adaptations, for truth. It cared only for destruction.
"Of course you need those. Stupid giant. You would be nothing if not for me, alone and broken."
"I do not deny that! But things are different now. Things have changed, and I can change." He stomped his foot down, hard enough to shake the ground. No manticore were near, not after the amount he'd killed tonight already. And if any were, they'd attack blindly as they always did, and he'd kill them. He hoped one did.
"You are a joke, Chimera. As if you could change yourself in such a small time. As if you don't still crave the sensation of cracking bones in your palm, of blood gushing over your fingers and down your chest, of organs bursting." It came closer, and walked over the corpses of the manticore he'd killed last night. "As if you don't wish for the screams of your enemies to fill your ears."
"My enemi—"
"Not just your enemies! As if, deep down, you don't wish to walk into that city of cowards, and grind their bodies into blood and dust."
"No. I will help them."
"Why?"
"You have stalked me all these years, beast. You know what I have seen, from Medusa, and Bellerophontes. They have shown values I did not know humans capable of. And Otrera... perhaps I can find a little happiness of my own in her."
Saying the words cut through him with searing knives, and exposed his neck to the beast. But the beast was always there; there was no use in lying to it.
"The Amazon is a delicious little thing, Chimera, I do not deny. A tight fit." The beast laughed, a mix of roar and chuckle, and came closer to him. "Choke her harder. Feel her die on your—"
"No! Vile, disgusting thing. I will not harm her. What purpose would there be in harming her, when all it would do is harm me to lose her?" He spun and swung the back of his hand toward the beast. But his hand passed through it as it collapsed into black mist, and reformed near the corpses of earlier.
"For the sensation of death in your grip, and blood on your skin. Why do you deny your desires so?"
"Because they are old, dead things I no longer need to survive. And now that I have seen the other side, I would not want them even if I did need them."
That was it, wasn't it? He'd never tasted the other side, never known what it was like from within their borders. Always from the outside, always as the enemy, as the monster, the animal, he watched the humans grow and fight and kill. So easy it was, to cast judgment, to hate them for their devotion to the leeches above, to hate them for hating him and his kind. A peek over the fence to the other side, and his opinion changed.
Could he change? What a disgusting cliché, self loathing and self deception combined. Hundreds of years playing the monster for humans, and now he wanted to change.
"What a joke," the beast said.
"Perhaps. But maybe it is the only way to find peace, beast, to accept the cruel joke of what you have done to me. What I have done to me. And leave it behind."
"You will not survive without me!"
"Then so be it!"
The beast stepped back, and looked around. For the first time in hundreds of years, there was uncertainty in its gaze.
"You will die."
"Then I will die."
"No you won't!"
Chimera and the beast looked to the new voice. Gods, not now. Otrera ran over to him from the forest, a frown on her face and eyes glaring. As she approached, the beast faded away, leaving only the giant and his shame.
"So you're full on psycho, is that it?" The little bundle of ice and fire jabbed him in the leg with one of her knuckles. "Talking to someone who isn't there?"
"... how long have you been watching?"
"Long enough to know you are hilariously verbose and over-the-top ridiculous when you give a speech. Long enough to know that you want to change, and that you... care about me."
The following silence was deafening. He said nothing, only stared down at the little woman with heavy eyes, and she in return stared up at him with furrowed brow.
"You do sound like a poet," she said at last. "A very bad poet, mind you, but a poet. I can appreciate bad poetry."
No words. What could he say? He turned his head and looked down at the grass, but fingers took his and tugged at his hand with all the weight of a child.
The Amazon patted the back of his hand. "Come on, talk to me. It sounds like you want to let go of your past and become a different person. Hey, I get that. If anyone gets that, I get that. Everyone in our little group is doing exactly that. And it sounds like you care about me, and... well... I'd be lying if I said the feeling wasn't mutual." She continued to pull at his hand, and inch by slow inch, the tiny woman dragged him away from the center of the forest clearing.
She cared about him. The words warmed his chest, but movement in the corner of his eye ripped it away. The beast was still there, hidden in the grass.
"Alright. Not going to talk? I can talk." She stopped near a large rock against the edge of the forest, and pushed him toward it until he sat. She started pacing in front of him, fingers on her chin. "I expected to find you out here slaughtering a few beasts or something. I get that you're a giant, and that includes some animal drives I don't have."
Did giants have such a drive? For carnage and mayhem? Was it something his family had had, or something that had grown in him over the centuries of dreams? He did not know, could not know. The memories were nothing but black mist, like the creature that haunted him.
"I didn't expect you to be having a conversation with yourself, and yet not yourself. Any other girl would have been scared away by that, I might add. You are all kinds of messed up in the head, Chimera. This thing you talk to, what is it? Tell me about it."
"... I do not w—"
"Tell me about it, you stupid god damn piece of shit. I've been confessing my issues to you, with Ares, with Darian, with all sorts of shit, and you haven't told me anything. So spill it, before I cut off your gods damn balls."
He blinked, and straightened himself a little. Queen indeed.
"It is... the beast."
"Beast?"
"A large lion, with horns."
"Like the pelt on your back."
"It... yes. It speaks to me, haunts me, makes me see things, tempts me to... kill."
"Think it's doing more than tempting you to kill if you're dancing in blood." She got closer, and put her foot up on the rock to lean against it. "It sounded like it asked you to harm me."
"... it asks me to harm everyone."
"... how old are you, Chimera?"
"Many centuries."
"And all this time, you've been alone. You sleep for centuries at a time, in a hole in the ground, wearing a dead cat on your back. When did you get that pelt?"
"... from before the war, when other giants still roamed the land."
The Amazon nodded, pushed off the rock, and started pacing again. She was taking his insanity — if that's what it was — rather well. More than that, she just admitted to caring for him, the way he was starting to care for her. So unbearably long since he'd last cared for someone, he was not sure if the feelings running through his stone body were indeed such emotions.
But he did want to hold her. He wanted to thank her, for also caring for him, for giving him the opportunity to experience some contact, physical and emotional. Medusa and Darian could not give that to him, not in the same way. He—
A slap against his knee brought his drifting gaze back to the Amazon.
"Look at you!" she said. "Always thinking. And judging by how you talk when no one's around, you go on these ridiculous, long tangents in your head, filled with poetic garbage, ambiguous statements, vague meaningless questions, while actually not getting anywhere. No wonder you've gone crazy, stuck in your own damn head for centuries, with your only companion a dead cat on your back!"
A dead cat on his back. He'd killed it so long ago. He remembered the cheer of his family and friends for its death. He remembered the trials it took to turn such a hardy creature into his trophy.
"Know what I think? I think you wear that because you can't let go of the past. Well, if I can stand side by side with the man who killed my family, and actually want to help him, I think you can let go of your past a little.
"And guess fucking what, you stupid bastard." She punched him, and not a small punch. Fate's Children were strong, and she hit his knee hard enough to make him wince and knock his leg aside. The little Amazon flew backward a few feet from the impact, and jumped back over to him to frown at him. "You're the one that helped me let go of the past more than anyone. So how about you practice what you preach, and ditch the dead cat."
Ditch his pelt. He undid the knot of its arms around his neck, and pulled it over to set it atop his lap. The cat's features were the same as those of the beast that haunted him. He knew it all along, but to speak it, think it, was painful.
Get rid of it. The symbol of who he was, the symbol of his past and struggles and trials. Get rid of it all.
"Do not," a voice spoke from the black.
The beast emerged from the night shadows that surrounded them, and crept around them in a slow circle. It was more solid this time, its paws no longer fluttering fog, but lion paws that walked upon grass. The black that usually dripped from its fur was gone, and its eyes no longer glowed red; now, they were gold, as was its mane, upon yellow fur. It was simply the cat that he held in his hands.
A dead thing he'd given far too much power in the centuries he wore it.
"You will be nothing without me. Without your hunger, desires, without your need for blood, destruction, without me you will perish. The years, centuries, they will turn you to dust."
"To dust..."
Otrera blinked at him, and when he turned from the tempting feline, she reached out and tapped him a few times on one of his hands upon his lap.
"It's just a dead cat pelt, but it's a step in a new direction. And I can't begin to understand the crazy shit going on in your head, Chimera. You're not human, and you're super old, and I — well I don't know how long I'm going to live. Far as I can tell Fate's Children don't seem to grow old? But either way, I'm in this with you. And... well, you can pick. Wear the cat, or wear me." Winking at him, she reached out and put a hand on his knee once more.
"You are wise far beyond your years," he said. "You are not the woman I battled on that road outside Tiryns."
A long sigh escaped him. The pelt was heavy. But even as it clung to him, he raised his hands to the side, and let the thing fall to the grass.
The beast that circled him roared its annoyance. A quiet roar, a little thing no louder than an Egyptian temple cat's roar. Barely more than a meow as the beast melted into the Earth.
"When the end comes, Chimera," it said as the gray fog overtook it, "you will call out to me. You have before, you will again." And then, it was gone.
It would be back. But it would no longer be the great, dark monster that clung to his spine.
The Amazon walked on top of the pelt, drove her heel down against its head, and sank its fangs into the dirt. And apparently, the queen felt like being thorough; she drove her heel into it a few more times, until it was covered in soil.
"I am pretty wise, aren't I? I was a queen and a good one at that. Losing all that made me go a little crazy, get stupid, juvenile, obsessed. But now? I'm the best."
"... you do not lack for confidence," he said. But she was smiling, smirking too, and hopping a little on her toes. She was happy. And as the small warrior turned around to face him again, with hands behind her and her smile only growing, his grew too.
She hopped over to him. "You know this is just the most absurd romance story."
"Oh?"
"Think about it. We're both warriors who have lost everything, and like a couple of sad saps, we're finding a little happiness in each other."
"Only a little?" he said.
She glanced up at him, caught his eye, and he smiled down at the creature as he got up from the rock. It would not be long before sunrise, so they started walking down the path, back toward the city.
"... maybe more than a little."
That earned a chuckle from him, and he took a deep breath as he ducked underneath some branches. Lighter. He felt so much lighter. Every step, every breath, every shrug of his shoulders, it all felt so... easier.
He stopped. The Amazon collided with his leg, and fell back onto her butt.
"Hey! What's... going on?"
He turned around to face the little queen, and took a moment to admire the sight of her. A tiny thing, dark skin, long black hair, and a lean physique of slender muscle underneath her leather armor. The day Bellerophontes had appeared before him, asking for help, Chimera would have gladly eaten him then, or this woman for the insult of defeating him in battle. Instead, he owed her much.
It was, as she said, an absurd romance story. But perhaps that was another problem, another barrier for him.
He knelt down, reached out to pull her up onto her feet, and pulled her in toward him. The little Amazon didn't seem to sure of herself anymore, but it only made him smile, and draw her closer still. With him on a knee, she stood beside his other bent leg, and blinked up him as he cupped her arms with his hands.
He put a kiss on her lips. The size difference made a normal kiss impossible, but he made it work with a light brush of them against her own lips and chin.
The Amazon queen erupted in a blush. "Your beard tickles." | literotica |
Title: How Sex Really Works
Tags: sex advice, sex education, anatomy lesson, sex information
Hi All, Blozo here.
I'm a fat old retired Registered Nurse who hasn't had an erection in ten years.
I write some pretty wild fiction.
And I use a lot of descriptions that other authors use too. It never fails that someone in the comments section gets all bent out of shape about the fact, and I hereby stipulate that it is a fact, that what I'm describing is anatomically impossible.
Their condescending lectures, full of crap they copy pasted from who knows where, are frequently just as wrong as the crap I made up to give people who don't care about that shit an erection.
So here, point by point, in no particular order, is the truth as I know it.
And I know it all quite well.
1. Penis Size
The average penis was just under seven inches long the first time I checked, according to a study from a military hospital that was considered the most authoritative at the time.
This number has been increasing over the years, some speculate from hormones in our food supply, or possibly natural selection, woman theoretically preferring a larger penis, although definitive research on that point is lacking.
I've since seen other studies that stated other numbers, including one as low as 5.5 inches. None of them stated a higher number.
Treat any study on this you see with a skeptical eye. Ask yourself who funded it and why, how many erections they measured, and what they did to stimulate the men to erection.
I just can't see most men achieving a maximal erection in a clinical setting where accurate measurements can be obtained.
In thirty years of nursing, the largest penis I ever saw was over 11 inches in length, and thick as a red bull can.
I know this, because one of my less ethical co workers measured it while he was knocked out for treatment of his priapism, which is that condition the Viagra commercials warn you about, an erection lasting longer than 4 hours in the absence of direct stimulation.
I personally use this unfortunate man as my guide, and do not depict a larger penis in my stories.
Such a penis is exceptionally rare. In my experience 95% of penises are smaller than my own, which measured just under 8 inches when it could still stand up.
*For those of you, and there will be a lot of you, who don't believe me on that, send me a message on the discussion forum email, and I will provide you a link to a short movie of this particular old man banging an equally old lady in the back seat of my truck. I'll warn you, you had better want your proof very badly, it isn't a pretty sight.*
2. Black men are hung, White men are not.
False. On both counts. I've seen the full range of sizes on men of all races, relatively equally distributed.
The unfortunate man referenced above was white.
3. Viagra
Viagra, or sildenifil, is a drug used to treat erectile dysfunction, but it was originally invented to treat a very specific blood pressure problem called pulmonary hypertension. So this isn't a drug that you can take a fivefold overdose of and expect a happy ending.
It carries a huge list of unpleasant side effects, such as warmth or redness in the face, neck, or chest, stuffy nose, headaches, stomach pain, upset stomach, nausea, diarrhea, memory problems, back pain, an inability to differentiate between the colors green and blue, loss of hearing, ringing in the ears, and dizziness.
And it carries a somewhat shorter list of truly hideous side effects such as chest pain, hypotensive crisis, acute myocardial infarction (heart attack), with or without death, and priapism,
See the Penis section for a nice description of priapism, then picture large bore hypodermic needles inserted in the corpus cavernosa of your penis in a desperate and usually unsuccessful attempt to drain the blood, before you go taking any viagra that you don't really need.
Now the big erotic story lie. You don't take a bunch of viagra and have your dick spring up. It requires the same kind of stimulation your dick would have required back when it worked normally. No stimulation, no erection.
4. The Vagina
The vagina is an incredibly resilient structure, composed of a tissue type called Stratified Squamous Epithelium, unique in the body to the vagina and the esophagus.
The vagina proper is seldom deeper than 3 inches at rest, although exceptions occur.
The vagina stretches both radially and axially to accommodate the penis, but not as rapidly as some erotic stories depict. There are other body structures in the picture here, such as the suspensory ligaments of the uterus, bladder, and ovaries.
The amount of bowel that needs to be displaced can be significant, and it has its own attachments.
This is why, in real life, no one plunges his long thick penis in to her vagina in one powerful thrust. The elastic limit of some of these tissues would be reached, and tearing could occur at any of the above mentioned points, or even the walls of the vagina itself.
These tissues do however, stretch relatively quickly. If you will watch a pornographic movie of a man with an exceptionally large penis, you will see that initially, he is able to insert a few inches. If you fast forward 5 minutes or so, his depth of penetration will be much greater, and some women may even be able to fully accommodate him.
Thankfully, trauma to the vagina such as minor tearing heals more quickly than other tissues of the body, including your skin.
Lastly, "Her smooth silky vagina" isn't smooth at all. The inner wall of the vagina is covered with wrinkles called rugae, which do a wonderful job of retaining lubricant.
Without the rugae, the vagina would probably feel no better than a plastic sex doll.
5. The Cervix
The cervix is a thick, generally round structure, located on the anterior (Front) wall of the vagina near the bottom. It is not a straight shot in from the opening of the vagina.
What I like to call in my stories "The little opening in her cervix" is called the External Os.
The Endocervical Canal is the passage that leads through it in to the uterus, or "Womb".
This passage really isn't much of a passage, you would be hard put to push a pencil through it.
The canal is usually plugged with a fairly solid type of mucus called Operculum, which is dissolved by a constituent of the semen (Some stuff in your cum) to allow sperm through, and by blood from the thinning lining of the uterus to allow menstrual fluid out. (That bloody looking stuff that comes out when she gets her period.)
When a doctor places an IUD or a lapraroscope for a transvaginal proceedure, they dilate this passage carefully, and these objects of much smaller diameter than even the skinniest penis can be placed in the uterus. When a woman gives birth this passage dilates to an enormous size, but the body has a process to achieve that, which I will not describe here.
Now here's the important part. You can NOT shove your dick though her cervix in to her uterus, unless something has gone HORRIBLY wrong. Nor can you just smash your dick in to it, yank on her ass, or any of the other devices I like to use to get your cum to shoot straight in to her womb.
I personally love the imagery on this little lie, but in reality, if your 10 inch dick was slammed all the way in to her vagina, the glans of your penis would be an appreciable distance past her cervix, and your urethra would be oriented at about a 90 degree angle to the external os.
It's just not happening.
8. The Uterus.
There's no sex happening in here. Period. Even if you could get your dick in here, and you can't, the lining of the uterus, or Endometrium, would make the bloodiest damn mess you had ever seen, and she would most likely be in excruciating pain.
The only thing relevant to an erotic story going on in here is pregnancy, and possibly, but not usually, the moment of conception. The way most of us describe the moment of conception is pretty fake, although except for the fact that everyone in my stories who gets pregnant does so immediately, (it can take days for fertilization to actually occur) I'm better than most.
I think it has more pop to it if I say it happened in the womb, and it can, but it usually occurs in the fallopian tubes.
I personally do not feature penetration of the penis in to the uterus in my stories, but I know some do.
7. The Testicles and Semen
There's no "Cum" in your balls. Anywhere from 2 to 5 percent of your semen is sperm, and everything in your semen that isn't sperm is produced and stored somewhere else, and semen isn't even semen (cum) until it's all mixed together.
Sperm produced in the testicles collects in the epididymis, that thing you can feel through your bag that's on top of each of your nuts. From there it passes in to a tube called the vas deferens, which is the item they cut to give you a vasectomy. It then passes in to the ampulla.
And now we are in the body. The rest of the process is even longer and more convoluted, so I won't cover it here.
The takeaway is that no one's balls are aching to be emptied in to her welcoming whatever, another little device I love to use, but it isn't true.
"My ejaculatory ducts ached with a blah blah blah" just doesn't have that punch to it.
Another big erotic story lie has to do with the volume of the ejaculation. My characters ejaculate enormous amounts. I know it's a lie, but I think it's hot, and I'm the one writing the story.
The truth is the average man ejaculates about 5cc's. Some more, some less.
Exact data on maximums is non existent, but I'd be willing to bet almost no one is making 10.
That half a condom full of semen you see in the porno flicks is fake, just as fake as the rivers of semen pouring from the vaginas of the characters in my stories.
See the section on the cervix above, and it's pretty obvious that if you ejaculate 10 cc's, 9 and a half of them are going to end up on the sheets.
Some men produce as little as one cc and still manage to effectively impregnate women. In reality, you need not even ejaculate, there are plenty of sperm in your pre seminal fluid to do the job. While pulling out does decrease your chances of impregnating a woman, it is by no means effective enough to count on.
There are a lot of other things, like the misconception that the vagina and the rectum share a membrane (They don't) and that women squirt vaginal lubricant when they orgasm (You don't want to know what it really is) but I'm kind of up against a page break here, so I won't get in to it.
To those of you who genuinely wanted this information to enrich their base of sexual knowledge, I thank you for reading my work.
To all the trolls whose inane comments prompted me to write this, I hope you are satisfied that I don't need your fucking anatomy lesson.
Thanks all!
Blozo | literotica |
Title: How My Family Ended Up Here Ch. 01
Tags: brother sister sex, brother sister incest, brother, sister, siblings, 18-year-old, , ass, facesitting, domination
*This is part one of a series of stories about how a family entered a world of depravity one small step at a time. It will be told from different character perspectives as the story unfolds. There are a couple fetishes that will be explored by the characters. Hope it's enjoyed.*
\*
Part 1:
I couldn't believe what I had just done. I scheduled an appointment with a dominatrix and was driving to the meet up location for the preliminary "interview." I assumed she wanted to check me out before revealing exactly where her "dungeon" was located. My stomach was in knots and I kept asking myself whether I could actually do this thing. Yes, I was nervous about meeting a stranger, stripping out of my clothes, and being dominated for an hour and half. However, that was also what I was excited about. What scared me the most was the idea of being caught. I imagined some random sting operation that I would be caught in the middle of. Or, this lady might have some guy waiting to jump me, rob me, and I'd be forced to explain to my wife what happened.
I arrived at the meet up - a busy bar in a commercial area. I sat and waited and examined every face that walked in the door. I had seen some pictures of the woman online, so I knew who I was looking for, but I also didn't know how well the real thing would match the images, so there was still some doubt every time a blond woman between the ages of 30-50 walked in the door. I arrived about five minutes early, but after waiting fifteen minutes, I was still alone. Here's where the day took a strange turn...
As I sat waiting I got a text on my phone from my younger sister. The text simply said, "Need help right now. Text or call PLEASE."
My sister was a dramatic one from time-to-time, but she really wasn't one to send an emergency text like that and not really need help. I felt trapped for a second. Was I really going to pretend I didn't see the text so that I could meet with some random stranger and spend an hour getting cross-dressed and scolded? It's weird to get a text like that when you are in an unimaginable circumstance. What was I going to do if the dominatrix walked up right when I was on the phone with my sister?
I texted back, "What do you need?"
It probably came off as a little cold for me to text back an abrupt question when my sister could have been in actual trouble. The truth was that I didn't really have the mental capacity to think of a better reply that would still keep me available when the dominatrix arrived.
"Need a ride as soon as possible. Stuck at house with mom and dad and they are driving me CRAZY!!!"
My sister still lived at home with my parents and was around for the summer until she planned to go to college in the fall. She didn't have a car of her own because she planned to live on campus during her freshman year and my parents said they were only willing to help pay for living expenses. Right now, I'm sure she was second guessing the plan.
"I thought this was an emergency. Use mom's car." I texted back.
"Mom will be leaving to pick up aunt Jen and I can't drive dad's." She didn't know how to drive a stick shift.
I looked at the time. The dominatrix was running about fifteen minutes late at this point. Oddly enough, the brief conversation with my sister was sort of calming me down and in some ways I think it was helping me think a little clearer about where I was and what I was doing. I thought about texting the dominatrix to see if she was coming, but I figured I'd wait a few more minutes in case that would be breaking some kind of "protocol."
"This is an emergency ;)" my sister texted.
"Where am I supposed to take you?"
"ANYWHERE!!!"
If you can't tell from the messages, my sister was that kind of cute -- almost bratty -- teenager who kind of teased her way around life. There was a nine year gap between us, so we almost had a relationship closer to an uncle/niece. By the time she was a "big kid," I was already going off to college. That being said, we had a pretty good relationship since I've stayed local. All throughout high school, she would visit me -- both when I was a bachelor and after I got married. I looked out for her and she was pretty open about what she was going through any given week.
I let the text linger for a minute and considered my options. The reality of life was kind of coming face-to-face and was making the date with the dominatrix seem less appealing by the minute. Before, I kind of dreaded the moment when she'd walk in the door and things started to get real, now I sort of just liked the idea of walking away from the whole thing. Picking up my sister and hanging out for a little bit actually sounded like the best way to "come down" from this very strange afternoon.
"Forget this," I thought to myself. I didn't know if I was being stood-up or what, but I figured it was fair for me to text the dominatrix at this point. I didn't want to upset her in case she was about to walk in the door, so I sent a text that I thought sounded polite.
"I'm here and ready when you are. Let me know if you're close."
I sat there waiting and nothing came through. I told myself I'd wait three minutes and then send another text to let her know I was going to leave.
My phone vibrated and I assumed it was a text from the dominatrix. Nope, it was a picture text sent from my sister. She had taken a selfie picture of her rolling her eyes and my parents oblivious in the background of the picture. I responded by sending a picture of myself holding the almost-finished beer that I had been drinking and captioned the picture, "Life in adult world."
"WHAT!?! Drinking at a bar! Now you have no excuse not to come get me!"
She was right, and I decided I had waited long enough for the dominatrix. I sent a text note that I was going to leave and that I hoped everything was okay. Yes, I am a push over.
"Alright. I'm on my way." I texted my sister.
"Thanks, bro!"
Driving to my parent's house took about twenty minutes and I pulled over about a block away from the house. I texted my sister that we should say we were going to a movie and needed to race out the door. That way I wouldn't get stuck in a long conversation with my parents. She texted back for me just to wait in the car and she'd be right out. "Okay. I'm out front in 30 seconds." I texted.
When my sister came out I took notice of the fact that she was in one of her "trying to act like she didn't care what she looked like, but everything was intentionally sexy" outfit. She wore her dark yoga pants and a shirt that she tied in a knot just above her hips -- exposing just a thin line of skin around her waist. When I say I "took notice," I should probably explain that I knew my sister was an attractive girl. She was slim and had a great face. I never really felt weird about noticing it, because I don't think I had ever thought about her in a way that was very sexual. Yes, I stole glances when she would do something like uncross her legs in a skirt, or when she wore a bikini, but I never spent time fantasizing about her or dwelling on her. I'll admit, though, that she was only getting sexier as she grew up, and more recently I had "noticed" her quite a bit more.
She jumped in the car and closed the door. The moment she got in there was that rush of teenage girl perfume that filled the air and when she reached across the cab to give me a little hug I couldn't help but breathe it in.
"Check it out," She said as she lifted opened her purse in her lap and revealed she had a bottle of vodka tucked inside.
"Seriously," I said condescendingly, "You know I am not 18 and I don't get excited by stealing a bottle of vodka from my parents, right?"
"Shut-up," she laughed, "You may not care about the alcohol, but you love getting something for free."
She was right. I'm pretty cheap.
"My place?" I asked as I pulled out.
"Okay...don't take this the wrong way..." she paused for second, "I kind of just want to hang out with you. I mean, like just us and not with Shannon." Shannon is my wife.
I laughed a bit and said, "Okay, so..."
I think my wife and sister got along just fine, so I wasn't really bothered by the request. Sometimes siblings just want to hang-out with each other so they can be themselves.
"You're going to think this is crazy, but just think about it," as she spoke I was genuinely curious about where she was going with this. She had her "fun adventure" voice going. "What would you think about getting a hotel room and just hanging out?"
Funny enough, I knew exactly what she was getting at. She wasn't old enough to take to a bar - clearly she wanted to drink -- but she didn't want to have to deal with other people. What she didn't know was that I actually had about $400 in cash in my pocket (I had been taking money out of our bank account slowly so my wife wouldn't notice a huge withdrawal when I went to see the dominatrix), and it would probably be possible to get a place without needing to answer any questions about it.
Since I didn't respond right away my sister added the following qualifications, "We could hang out and I could tell mom and dad I am spending the night at Becca's house after the movie. If you wanted to, you could just head home after we hang out and I could stay at the hotel overnight. I could get someone to pick me up tomorrow morning."
I sighed and pretended I wasn't convinced of things. The truth was that I was already on board with the idea, but I just wanted to see what else she would say. I made little face to look like I was considering things.
"Come on. I leave for college in a couple weeks and we may not get a chance to do something fun together for a while."
"Are you paying for this little adventure?" I asked with a smile.
"Well...I only have the money that I've been saving for when I am at college, so..."
"So, you're actually asking me to buy you a hotel room for a night."
"Shut up! Don't make it sound like I'm just using you!" She argued back.
"I know, I know. I'm just having fun." I smiled again and paused for a second, "Let's do it."
"Yes!!!" My sister almost screamed and grabbed my face and kissed my cheek.
The whole thing was actually kind of cute and innocent except for the fact that my cock kind of twitched in my pants when she gave me the kiss. It happened so fast it was really more like a reflex than a sexual thought, but it did get my mind gong places for a second. It made me think about the dominatrix I was planning on seeing that afternoon. It made me look down at my sister's legs in her yoga pants.
We spent the drive telling jokes and I drove to a hotel that was near the airport. I went in to see if there was a room available and checked-in. I paused for a second when they asked for a credit card to put a hold on, but I figured there wasn't really any big issue if I told my wife I let my sister rent a room using my credit card. I wouldn't tell her I paid for the room, after all.
We got to the room and my sister laid across the bed and, of course, went straight for her phone. I took a glance at her ass as she lay on her stomach. Not a long glance, but it was hard to look away. I laid my keys and phone on the desk inside the room just to be more comfortable.
"Hey," I said, "If we are hanging out, let's hang out. I'm not here to watch you text your friends and check Instagram for the next two hours."
"Just checking the time, brother," She said sort of slyly, "And it looks like it's vodka-thirty."
She went to the desk and picked up two of the hotel glasses. She poured us each about a double-shot worth of vodka.
"Well, you're growing up quickly," I joked.
"I am eighteen now, right?"
She handed me the glass and we both took back the first drink straight away. In that moment, I felt very at home and very comfortable. I was looking forward to a fun time with my sister. I motioned that I was going to use the restroom and as I was closing the door behind me I heard my phone buzz. I figured it was my wife checking what time I'd be home or something else. I started to pee and felt my stomach drop. "The dominatrix!"
I finished up in the bathroom and opened the door to see my sister sitting on the chair and, just as I feared, she was hold my phone. "Who's this?" she asked.
She held up my phone and I saw the beginning of an unread message, "Sorry I missed you, baby. Sometimes Mistress gets delayed..."
I froze for a second and then tried to play it off like someone from work was sending a joke. "It's just a stupid joke from a friend."
My sister knew me well enough to know that I was bluffing. "Let me see it. I like stupid jokes."
"No. Let's just take another shot and hang out."
"Sure," she said as she could see I wasn't going to explain any further. She opened the bottle and began to pour more vodka into our glasses. "Aren't you going to open it and read it?"
I looked down at my phone and figured it would look less suspicious if I just read the message, chuckled, and then put it away. I swiped the message and entered my passcode. Right then my sister yanked the phone out of my hands and ran towards the bathroom. "Hey!"
I tried to grab her and I was desperate enough that when I got a hold of her arm I pulled her hard enough to throw her back towards the bed. I knew I was in a bad spot. She sort of fell onto the bed and turned towards me still holding the phone. I needed to get the phone back, but I knew that the harder I fought, the worse it would make things look. Even if I managed to get the phone back before she read anything, I would have some questions to answer.
"Look," I said trying to act calmly, "I need you to give me my phone and I can't talk about it. Will you just give it to me?"
Because the force I used to pull her was just past the "playful" level, she could tell there was a seriousness about my request. "Are you cheating on Shannon?" She asked, "Just tell me if you are."
"No, I'm not cheating on Shannon."
"Then what's so bad that you can't tell me about it?"
I was trapped. She knew it, and I knew it. "It's not that bad. It's just embarrassing."
"Oh." She said abruptly, "Then you have nothing to worry about."
She looked down at the phone and I felt resigned to let her look at it. The vodka had kicked in, and I think we were both a little less inhibited, but I didn't have a good play at that point but to surrender. She read the previous messages with a confused look on her face. Knowing that messages could actually paint a worse picture than the truth, I decided to spill it.
"Okay. Stop reading and I will tell you what's going on."
"Fine. But I am not going to close the phone until you've told me everything and I know you're telling the truth." She sat up in the bed resting her back against the headboard. "Oh, and something tells me we will need a lot more vodka for this. Bring it over."
Her attitude helped ease some of the tension and gave me a minute to think about how I was going to frame this whole thing. I brought her the glass of vodka and as I handed it to her, she held it up motioning for a toast. "To my big brother. He can tell me anything and I'll only make him squirm a little."
She was always good at riding the thin line between adulthood and adolescence, and at this moment she shined. Somehow, she was getting me to reveal something about myself that I didn't think I could tell anyone, and somehow she was determined to make it fun.
"Okay. Here goes." I paused a moment, "I was going to see a dominatrix today when you texted me. Instead of seeing her, I came to hang out with you."
"A dominatrix? Like you wanted to be chained up and whipped and all that stuff."
I was relieved that she at least knew that much about what a dominatrix might be like, but I seriously wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible. "Pretty much," I replied.
"That's weird."
She didn't say anything else for a second and she took another sip of her drink. In a way, I felt like a weight had been lifted that her response seemed so subdued. I don't know what I expected her reaction to be, but this was about as good as I could have imagined. I took another swig of the vodka and just nodded my head.
"Why do you want to do that?
"Honestly, I have no idea." This was the truth. The thought of it drove me crazy, but I have no idea why it was a kink of mine. I felt the need to explain a little further, "I'm not really into all the chains, whips, and leather and all that. It's more just about being controlled by a woman."
The second I said that I kind of felt stupid. Here I was telling my 18 year-old sister about my twisted sexual fantasy. In some ways, I felt completely natural talking to her about it, and in other ways I wanted to run out the door. "Sorry," I said, "This is awkward."
"No. It's okay. I'm not, like, totally weirded out or anything...Just surprised, is all."
At that moment, I wondered about my sister's own sexual experiences. She didn't have a steady boyfriend during high school, and, to be honest, I sort of assumed she was still a virgin. Kids can learn a lot about sex these days just from the internet, so I assumed she at least knew something.
"Listen, let's change the subject. But, first I need you to promise you will not tell anyone about this. Seriously, I don't think I'm ever going to do it after today."
She leaned forward and held out her empty glass, "Pour." She said this with a smile and I obliged.
"Hmm." She quickly murmured after I put the bottle down.
"What?"
"You do like taking orders."
"Shut up," I said and kind of pushed her shoulder.
"What, do I need to be wearing a leather suit and holding a whip?" She continued smiling slyly.
I could tell that the vodka was definitely hitting her and she was feeling pretty good. I was enjoying the little game, but I knew it had to stop pretty quickly or she would really think I was weird. "No." I answered in a way that was meant to sound like a reply but also a redirection. I picked up the remote control to turn on the TV and I was acting as though I wanted to move on from the conversation.
"Does a dominatrix need to be older?" She asked gently removing the remote control from my hand.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" I shook my head.
"Nope." She kind of patted the bed next to her, and with a bit of a laugh she said, "Sit down, brother. Let's talk."
The way she was sitting on the bed was causing her shirt to rise a little bit up her midriff and more of her skin was showing. When I sat down next to her I couldn't help but feel my cock respond as she leaned forward for a second to sit up and straighten her back. I looked down at her smooth back and looked to where her back met the top of her yoga pants.
"What does my brother want a dominatrix to do to him?" She was still smiling and using her cute bratty tone.
"There is no way I'm going to talk about this." I replied.
"Did you want facesitting?"
"What!?!" I was stunned by the question.
"Right, you wanted her to put her ass on your face and, like, smush herself all over you?" She kind of wriggled her bottom on the bed as she said it laughing.
I really wasn't sure what my sister knew about or if she was just repeating words to see what stuck, but I went pale and she noticed.
"You did. That's exactly what you wanted." In that moment it was like she had just found my weakness and knew I was defenseless. "Are you an ass-man, brother?"
She was still smiling, and she asked the question in a way that I couldn't really respond. It wasn't that she didn't give time to respond, but rather she asked in a tone that warned me more was coming.
She leaned further forward in the bed so that she could put her hands forward and she was on all fours. "How about my ass, brother? Do you like your sister's ass?"
We were still just barely on "that line" at this point. That line where we could stop now and go back to normal. It would be a weird memory and not one we'd talk about probably ever again, but it wouldn't be that bad. We were both drunk, it was a weird day, and there was still a "playful" spirit about the way were acting. All of this could have stopped if I simply got up or turned on the TV or something. But I was frozen in the moment. Her body was right in front of me. Her shirt rode up pretty far and I could admire smooth tight waist. Her cute tiny ass was within touching distance and her tight yoga pants clung to every curve. All I had to do was say nothing or just something that was a joke or a redirection, but I couldn't. All I could muster was a quiet, "Yes."
There was a mirror across from the bed and I could see her face in the reflection. She could see my face and she knew I was staring at her ass right up until answering her question. We made eye contact and she smiled. "Say it, then," she directed."
"Say what?"
"Say, 'I like your cute little butt." She giggled a little as she spoke.
I was too dumbfounded to speak. I couldn't look away from her ass, but I also couldn't let things progress to the point where we did something we couldn't take back.
She lowered her head and shoulders so that she was now leaning forward on her elbows with her ass sticking up higher than the rest of body. She leaned back so that her butt came closer to me and the yoga pants she was wearing stretched to the point that I could make out the fabric of the thong she wore underneath. It was a colorful striped thong.
"Say it, and I'll let you see it."
"I like your cute little butt," I obeyed.
My sister lowered her head so that she could free up her hands. She was balancing on her knees and let her head rest on the bed. She reached back and put both thumbs into the waist line of her pants. She started to pull down her pants and revealed the top of the thong that I already knew was there. She paused. "Say 'please,' brother."
"Please."
She proceeded to peel her pants down around her firm ass cheeks. I followed the top of her thong as it narrowed through her ass crack and spread out over her pussy. There was a little bit of pubic hair showing from the sides of the thong as it met her pussy. She had got her pants down to her thighs so that the elastic waistband stretched across her legs.
"You've been pretty naughty, brother. Is this what a naughty boy gets as punishment? To be teased by his little sister's ass?"
My cock was about to explode in my pants and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. "I am a naughty boy."
It was quiet for a minute and I wasn't sure if she was just going to stop or if it should be my turn to say something. I had no clue what I could say. She reached her hand further back so that her fingers could rub her pussy and ass through her thong. "I should get to have fun too, right?"
Her tone was in her normal voice again. It was like she was taking a moment just to masturbate in front of me, not for my benefit, but just because she wanted to. The character she was playing seemed to be leaving and she was just my sister rubbing her pussy about a foot from my face. My dick was throbbing.
"Do you want to get your dick out?" She asked kind of bluntly. "You can take it out and jerk off. I've done this with my friend before. We just get off and get dressed again. We don't have sex or anything."
I wondered for second what friend she meant. Was it a girl or a guy. I guess it didn't matter presently. I took off my belt and unzipped my pants. When she saw my erection she smiled and said, "I think you need to do something about that."
We started masturbating simultaneously. I stared at her ass and her fingers working her pussy while she stared at my cock.
"This should help us both," she said as she moved the thong to the side revealing her pussy. "I am a virgin, but I masturbate and have used a vibrator before."
I was still silent. I still couldn't believe what was happening and really I didn't care what the consequences would be. I was lost in the beauty of her body and having a cute teenager working her pussy in front of me like this was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life -- sister or not.
Again, things were kind of quiet before she spoke up again. "Do you like this? I mean..." She sort of laughed, "I can tell your dick likes this just fine, but do you want to do something else...something more?"
The truth was that I had been on the edge of an orgasm the minute she stuck her ass in the air, but the thought that this might go further kept me from taking myself past the edge. Here seemed to be an invitation to move things to the next level, but I still didn't know what she really wanted. Was she asking if we should do something to each other or just a new position or some thing.
"Ummm..." I lingered over the next word.
"Here," she got up from the position she was in and sort of sat up on her knees for a second. "I don't think we should have sex, but maybe we could try some things...I just don't know if we should touch each other."
She looked down at me and I simply nodded in agreement. She looked up and down my body and sort of lingered on my cock.
"Stay like that," she directed and I obeyed.
She slid her pants all the way off so she was just in her shirt and thong. The she leaned and then put out her left leg and put it across my body. "Scoot down so you can be underneath me."
She was getting us into the 69 position, but since she said she wasn't sure if we should touch I just followed instructions and didn't grab her or touch any part of her that she wasn't already touching me with. We ended with her legs spread across my chest and her calves sort of hooked around my shoulders and arms. I wanted her to keep going and just have her thighs directly around my head, but I wasn't going to push it. When she leaned forward I was just several inches away from her pussy and I stared at the crack of her ass still covered by the thong.
"I'm going to spit on your dick so it is nice and wet while you jerk off. I'll keep it lubed for you."
It was quiet for a second and then I felt a drop of her warm saliva hit the head of my cock and run down my shaft. That almost send me over the edge when she told me to start rubbing it. "I'll give you more." She let more spit fall out of her mouth so that my hand slid smoothly over my dick. Something about my sister's spit on my cock met it feel even more amazing.
"What do you want me to do for you?" I asked.
"You put some of your spit on my fingers so it helps me." She leaned back and her ass pressed against my chest. She reached her fingers to my mouth and stuck three fingers into it. While her fingers were in my mouth, I licked and swirled my tongue and tried to make them as slippery as possible. Since these fingers had just been rubbing her pussy moments before I could smell her scent and imagined diving into her pussy with my kisses.
She leaned forward again and slipped her wet fingers past her thong and into her pussy. She let more saliva land on my cock and I jerked off slowly staring at her perfect ass and pussy. She was moaning and I was doing my best not to orgasm. I still didn't know how far things were going to go, but I knew I didn't want it to end. We stayed in this position for another minute or so.
"I love looking at your dick right now," she said with sort of a surprise in her voice. "Does Shannon suck you off ever?"
"Sometimes," I answered, "Like on my birthday and stuff."
"God, I feel like I would suck you off every day."
She was still rubbing her pussy, but I could tell her mind was thinking of the next fun thing to do. To hear her say she would like to suck me off sounded amazing.
"Do you want me to rub some of my pussy juice on your dick? I'll just rub some on with my hand and then you can keep jerking off."
"That sounds amazing." I replied without even thinking.
I watched her hand come out from under her thong and reach around towards my cock. When I felt her wet hand wrap around my cock I almost lost it. "Slowly," I said.
She swirled her hand around my shaft and I felt her spit a little more so that my cock was completely lubed. A moment had gone by and her hand hadn't left my cock.
"I haven't done this before." She wasn't moving very fast, but her hand was gripping my cock and slowly moving up and down. "I guess it is about the same thing if I am watching you jerk off right in front of me and I am fingering myself in front of you, right? We just using each other's' hands."
Her small hand continued to slowly move up and down my cock. I loved the feel of it, and I loved hearing her voice as she considered giving me a handjob. I took the chance and moved my hands onto her ass cheeks. They felt amazing and I rubbed my hands and fingers in a motion that brought me closer and closer to her pussy.
"Tell me you want me to jerk your cock."
"I want you to jerk my cock."
"Make me feel good, then."
I began to rub and finger my sister's pussy. For a moment her had was remained still on my dick but soon she started stroking it.
"Do you like the way your sister's hand feels around your cock?" The character she was playing earlier seemed to be returning and she sped up her stroking and she moaned from the pleasure I was giving her.
"I love the way it feels," I responded.
With her pumping me I knew I couldn't last long. The words felt strange, but I had to say them, "Do you want me to cum?"
"Not yet, not yet."
She quickly stopped stroking me and pulled herself off my body. My dick was still throbbing in the cool hotel room air.
"Would you like me to suck you?"
It may sound funny, but this was the moment I knew we were crossing a new line. Prior to that moment, this had almost been a game. We were sort of just treating each other like sex toys -- using each other's bodies.
When she turned and asked whether I wanted her to give me a blowjob our eyes met and I knew that was exactly what I wanted. I didn't just want a blowjob, I wanted her mouth around my dick with her eyes looking up at me. I wanted her face bobbing on my cock and I wanted to run my fingers through her hair. I wanted her. I wanted my sister.
She pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. She was just wearing her thong and standing at the foot of the bed. I scooted my body down the bed so I could sit at the end of it. She leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss. She pulled away just little and we looked at each other.
"Do you want me to get you off with my mouth, brother?"
I couldn't answer because I wasn't sure if she knew what that would do to me. If she sucked me off, I would be hers whenever she wanted and however she wanted. I would do whatever she wanted.
She slowly started kissing my neck and began lowering herself down to her knees between my legs.
"Seems like it's the least I could do for ruining your other date," she motioned over the phone.
She looked down at my cock and wrapped her hand around it again pointing it towards her mouth. "God, I think I might love this," she said as she lowered he head onto my dick.
I knew this was her first time giving a blowjob and for some reason that made it feel even better. She moved her mouth up and down and I could feel her tongue rolling along my shaft. Every once in a while her teeth would lightly graze my dick and it gave me a sense of exactly where I was in her mouth. It was wet and warm and I moaned. She put her hand on my chest to push me back so I could lay down. Before leaning back I looked down at her body and saw her figure. Her slender frame led to her small but round ass just above the floor. I lay back and leaned by head forward to watch her. Her eyes looked up and me and I saw a drop of saliva escape her lips and run down my shaft before disappearing into my pubic hair. She was gorgeous.
I knew the moment was coming and I warned her, "I'm going to cum."
I expected her to pull away but instead she kind of adjusted her shoulders as though she was getting into a stance. It started and I could hardly keep my eyes open the orgasm was so powerful. She kept moving her mouth and my cum started to shoot. I was moaning like crazy and she kept sucking.
"Don't stop. Don't stop." I begged.
I felt her pause briefly to swallow some of the cum that had filled her mouth. Some was falling out but she was keeping most of it and when she finally pulled off she took one last gulp.
I couldn't believe what had just happened and I got the feeling it wouldn't be the last time. I assumed things were going to be awkward the moment after, but instead she got up and poured another vodka for us both. We lay in the bed still mostly undressed and she grabbed the remote. "Let's watch something," she said smiling. | literotica |
Title: Apathos by Coyote the trickster
Tags: Bad Language, Character Development, Dingo, Intro, Violence (Not In Yiff)
Another story likely to become a series. Man, I need to get a life. Before I go any farther (or is it 'further'?) I need to give Shinkada his credit, seeing as his story inspired mine, so they're kinda similar. It actually takes place in the same universe, just many years later. If you've read any of his stories you'll notice, if you haven't, well, you should. As usual, get out minors, priests, ect. As always, I hope you enjoy. You know... as opposed to hoping you don't. -Coyote
The general looked over the mass of furres below him, under the bridge in the main quarters of the ship. The leopard looked disappointed. "Are these truly the best we have left to send into the training program?" He strode to a mouse typing, eyes focused on a computer screen. There were several computers in the room, along the walls and in the center, almost all of them manned by a furre typing at surreal speed.
"Some of their statistics are very impressive sir. Some of the best we've ever seen, but as you said, the majority of them hardly made it in."
The leopard raised a brow. Based on what he had seen out of the students, none of them measured up to his standards. He really hadn't expected much; he didn't even think many would show up even though they lowered the age limit to be in the army down to sixteen. Many were even below that, but they were at a drought as soldiers went, so they were accepted.
Currently the earth was at war with alien forces, many troops had been lost in the first few battles and even more as the war progressed. He figured at least thirty million had been lost in the battle of Trafalgar, a loss that had taken place near Alpha Centauri. The actual death toll hadn't been recorded yet, the experts were still estimating. The general swore at the thought of it, he had known and trained many of those who went to that battle.
It had started a little more than a year ago. The earth had decided to withdraw troops from Kitharas, a hospitable world near the drakes. Many troops were still on the alien world, hopefully awaiting the trip back home.
Then it happened.
No one was prepared for what happened next. Swarms of alien ships flew onto the drake world, blasting everything in sight. They weren't drake ships, they were much more advanced than that, they absorbed the power of the energy weapons fired at them, the attacked earthlings would only discover that after more losses.
This new force destroyed the camp on Kitharas, in just minutes. They wouldn't stop there, this new enemy would then send hordes of ground forces, seemingly unstoppable, to wipe out every bit of life they found. There were no survivors.
These new enemies would continue to attack the drake world until most of the remaining drakes would be transported to another planet. Many of the ships never reached their destination, blasted out of space by the superior alien pilots. Now the drake world was barren, lifeless and these new aliens were aiming for the earth.
The earthlings eventually figured out that their current weaponry was useless and switched back to using solid shelled weaponry, winning a few battles with this new tactic. But it was too late, they had lost too many troops during the first few battles. Now they were just delaying the inevitable.
Then, something strange happened. A scientist from this new enemy suddenly defected to the losing earth. With him he brought technology and information about their new enemies. He was a S'rocian, which was the name of the attackers, a race that had never been defeated. The S'rocian leader had suddenly decided to attack everyone near them, to conquer the universe. Earth was only the eightieth planet on the list of those to be destroyed; this wasn't even close to the first planet they would destroy.
The S'rocians were a warlike race, similar to the Spartans of earth's past, never satisfied with what they had, hungry for war and domination. The scientist was tired of the terrible horror of war and brought his knowledge to earth, the only planet he believed to stand a chance against his race.
So, things were looking grim for the earth, these were the last soldiers this ship would probably ever see. The next loss the earth suffered would probably be its last.
"So this is what they give me to work with. Show me the top five candidates." The mouse quickly did so, scooting over so the general would have a clear view of the screen. Ahh, these were impressive, these five scored much higher than the others, they would turn out nicely, that is, if they didn't crack under the pressure. Tala, Søren, Bragoon, Mia, and Julia, the top five candidates. He would have to keep an eye on them. They might break.
That would be the last thing they needed. Their mission was to train these candidates, those who did not pass in the top ranks would be grouped with those who failed and sent off as typical soldiers. The others... well he would be debriefed on that when the time came.
"Yo', sup general." The general closed his eyes tiredly as the kangaroo approached him.
"Captain Rorax." He said wearily. Usually he would take a shot at anyone who showed this much disrespect, but he figured it was coming from Rorax, it always had, even when physical harm returned for doing so. He respected Rorax, in a way, the roo had always been an excellent leader, he could inspire troops into doing miracles, the general had seen it firsthand before.
"Aww, none o' that captain shit. You know my name's just Rorax. So these are the kids, huh? Sorry lot aren't they? I won't be surprised if half of em don't make it the whole period."
"Mighty inspiring words there Captain Rorax," The leopard replied dryly. He had to admit though; he had thought the same thing.
"Well, let's get down there and get inspirin' general." He grinned, bounding out of the room. Sighing, the general followed him. \~\*\~ "Goddamn I'm bored." Domino yawned, "Man, when do we get to shoot sumthin'?"
"Jeeze Domino, we're waiting for the general to talk with us, we won't be shooting anything for a while." His friend, a mink in black military uniform said. "When he comes out here, I don't know you, I don't want to be associated with the only furre not in uniform on my first day."
Domino waved her off, "Whatever, I'm wearin' most of it. Have you seen the others yet? We got separated and I lost track of em."
"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you, just hope the general doesn't throw you out the air hatch when he sees you." The dingo wore black combat boots, similar to his friends and those of the numerous furres around them. His fatigues were green and back, symbolizing how well he had done on the entrance tests. Green was the lowest. She wore dark blue and black fatigues, fairly good. He wore an emerald green shirt under a black military jacket, giving him a strangely mismatched appearance. A green dew-rag on top of his head completed his attire, perfect with holes cut out for his unusually large ears.
He shrugged again as a leopard stepped out onto the stage in front of the mob, standing behind a podium. "Listen up maggots!" He roared, silencing the mass instantly. "For the next few months the teachers here'll be doing what they can to turn you maggots into soldiers! So you'd best get used to the company here. Any grudges will be settled in a ring or else. You got a problem, then tough it out! Too bad! I ain't your momma kids! I'm the general, that means I'm in charge of all of you from sun up to sun down. Get on my bad side and you won't last long! I'm not your friend and I ain't your momma.
"You, what do you think you're doing?" Domino nearly jumped ten feet in the air, surprised at hearing the general's voice behind him. The dingo spun around, surprised to be muzzle to muzzle with the officer. "Didn't see that coming, did you?" He said and his voice sounded throughout the whole room. Everyone turned to watch the two.
The general couldn't believe this pup's audaciousness. He wasn't even in uniform and his eyes were glazed over with boredom while the hologram onstage was talking. He still looked at him in disbelief.
"Didn't think so. Atteeeention!" He barked and every furre in the room stood up straight, heels snapping together, right paws going up in a salute, left snapped down to their side. "Now, since this is your first day, I'll take it easy on you." Just as Domino relaxed the leopard nailed his gut with a solid right hook, making the canine double over in pain.
Domino gasped for air as a footpaw connected with the back of his neck, flooring him. The general looked down on him, displeased. This was one of the candidates, how did he make it in? Maybe he was one of the top five? No, he didn't look anything like the pictures of the others. Well, this was great, obviously someone rebellious had made it in and there were probably others like him. The kid had blacked out, he now was completely unconscious. This one wouldn't last long. \~\*\~ Domino felt a paw grab him by his collar and pull him up roughly. "What's your name kid?"
"Huh? Whahhappened?" He opened his eyes to be looking into those of a kangaroo. Captain Rorax's to be precise.
"I'll excuse your rudeness at not answering my question, seeing as you just woke up, but in answering yours I'll just say, you got knocked the fuck out." He let the dingo stand on his own, looking the pup over. Huh, even he wouldn't have tried something that stupid when he entered. "Now, what's yer name?"
Domino stood at attention, his stomach still aching after the last time he did so. "Domino Yonix sir."
The captain waved a paw. "Enough with the sir kid, call me Captain Rorax, alright? Make sure you treat everyone here with more respect 'r else you'll get hurt."
"I know..." He put a paw on the back of his neck gingerly.
"No, you don't know." Rorax put a pawtip on his nose, "What you got today was nothing compared to what could have happened. You better grow up, you're not suckin on your momma's teat here, you're on your own. It'd help if you made some friends, they might keep you out of trouble. 'D you know where yer quarters are?"
"Yes... Captain. Seventeen CR."
"Hmmm. Alright, dismissed." The roo walked away in disbelief that the dingo could even stand after the general punched him. And not dressing in uniform; was that some way of testing them? Nah, he was thinking too much. This kid was a plain one, bound to be on the field, probably a rifleman, or average trooper. But something was different about him. He would have to do some research on that one.
Once the captain was out of sight, the dingo dropped the act, clutching his aching stomach with both paws, groaning. Man, did that guy have to hit him so hard? He stumbled forward, slowly going to his room. \~\*\~ "Heath," Rorax said to a ferret sitting in the bridge as well, typing along with the others. "Look up one of the candidates for me. Name's Domino Yonix."
"Okay sir, would you like to see?" He turned to the side.
"Not right now. Just fax it to Dean and have him take it to my quarters, I'll look at it there."
"Okay s-"
"And don't call me sir."
"Okay s.... Chief." The captain grinned. \~\*\~ Finally he had made it to 17CR! Man, it had taken forever, especially with his stomach hurting like this. Most of the pain had worn off but that only made him realize how bad his neck hurt. It felt like it was broken. 'That general guy was a dick', he thought, 'that other guy, the Captain, wasn't so bad though'. "He didn't hit me at least." He grumbled, opening the door.
Inside, his roommates were already unpacking all their things. It was a small room, or felt that way, with two bunk beds on two opposite walls and a computer against the near wall. His bag, a large gym bag, sat over in the corner where he had placed it before. A black jaguar had his back turned to him, pulling out a poster.
"Hey," said a raccoon sitting on the bottom bunk of the bed across from the jaguar. His eyes were steel colored, his hair cut extremely short, like the feline across from him. He grinned; Domino figured he was about seventeen. "You're that kid huh? The one who got knocked out by the general?"
"Yeah, that's me," He said, turning red beneath his fur.
"Hey, don't feel bad about it, my dad said the general would make an example out of somebody on the first day. You just got lucky enough to get chosen."
"Lucky me." Domino muttered sarcastically. "So, aren't there supposed to be four of us in here?"
"The other guy hasn't shown up yet." The jaguar said. "I'm Ray, what're your names?"
"Domino."
"Abel. Hey, what're you guys takin'? I signed up for classes but no one really told me about em. I got basic kung fu, rifle marksmanship, two sniping classes and two theoretical battle classes."
Domino's jaw dropped, only six classes? He had nine! "Are you sure? I got way more classes than that!"
"I dunno, maybe it's because I did so bad on the entrance exams." He shrugged, grinning, "Thirty from the bottom."
"For real?" The panther spoke up. "Ha, I did better than you. Only six classes too! Fifteenth from the bottom. Top that!" He grinned, trading fives with the raccoon.
"So they must've stuck all the dropout types together, huh?" Domino smiled. Man, he could hardly believe his luck, nine classes. He groaned at the thought. He knew he shoulda Christmas treed the test. Well, at least the written part.
"Yep, so how bout we go get somethin' to eat before everyone else, huh?" The three walked out of the room. "Think we'll get in trouble?" Ray grinned.
"Doubt it, the bell'll ring in like five seconds, we'll just say we finished unpacking early." Domino said, putting his paws behind his head. He was starving, getting knocked out takes a lot out of you. \~\*\~ "I glanced at the sheet telling the stats of that kid, general." Rorax said to the leopard.
"What kid? One of the top five?"
"No, the one you decked before, remember him? Or have the past fifteen minutes been filled with so many whoopings you already forgot?" He grinned, narrowly avoiding the fist that came as a response.
"I'll deck you if you don't get to the damn point." He growled, not really meaning it. The two stood in the bridge again; the general had been in the middle of checking their course when Rorax had approached him.
"Alright, alright. The kid's name is Domino, he's got a lot of potential, I think he'll go far; he'll do really well. His stats are pretty normal but his latent abilities are something to talk about. Look, this is what the machines reported on him when he first came here." The captain handed him a paper.
His stats were listed going down, numbered through one hundred. He skimmed down through them. Strength seventy-three, lots of room for improvement there, speed eighty-four, pretty good. He looked down the list, not impressed in the least. "Yeah, he's alright I suppose, nothing special though."
"I'm keeping an eye on him, and I'm digging up some more dirt. There's more to this kid than there seems. He's too good to be normal. He placed somewhere in the middle of the pack and it doesn't add up with his stats."
"Why are you so interested in this kid?" He asked, raising a brow.
"I don't really know, I just know we need good soldiers or we're doomed. I'm hoping if I follow this through it might pay off."
"I'm impressed, seeing you this motivated. While you're at it, check on the S'rocian girl, she might tickle your fancy too." \~\*\~ Domino quickly ran through his schedule in his mind. First, advanced blade skills, followed by stealth and tracking, then close combat, theoretical battles, small arms, paw to paw combat, rifle skills, advanced survival, and another small arms class.
"What's up with you?" Ray asked from the other side of the table. They had arrived just before the mob, getting their meals and sitting down as the others just arrived. "You hardly touched your burger."
The three had gotten burgers, all of which were fine, but carried a healthy taste with them that paled in comparison to the real thing. "Nothin', just thinkin'."
"You shouldn't do that, it's bad for you." Abel grinned.
"What isn't?" he smiled. He found himself liking the raccoon and panther, though the later seemed a little strange.
Ray seemed almost like he was... he couldn't put his paw on it, but there was something funny about the panther. Abel was pretty laid back, Domino realized after a few minutes of conversation, he was one of those types who figured problems would work themselves out... or kill you, and if they killed you, well it was fun while it lasted. Domino took a huge bite out of his burger. Advanced blade skills was up next, he would need his strength. \~\*\~ Man, he had a long day ahead of him. He was running late. The dingo had run back to his room to change into uniform to avoid who knew how many more beatings later. Now he was the only one looking for class. He put his paws behind his head, walking to class. Now what door was it? He looked at a sheet of paper he had pulled out earlier. Ah, 364E. He stopped at the designated door and went in.
Or rather, out, seeing as the door led out to a huge grassy plane. Huh, he was on a ship just a second ago. 'Ohhh, this must be a hologram', he thought. It sure was realistic though, he could feel the wind on his fur, even the smell of grass seemed real. A group of students had crowded around a tree and apparently were waiting for the teacher, seeing as no one else was visible.
He strode over casually, at least he wasn't late. The dingo didn't spot anyone he knew, which he expected, none of his friends were that crazy about blades like him. Pretty much everyone were in small cliques, groups had already started forming and he wasn't in one of them. That was strange, back in school he had been one of the popular kids, everyone had liked him, now no one knew him.
Yep, same old groups too. There were the jocks, all looking as pumped up on steroids as usual, standing with their bleach blonde girlfriends. And the Goths, pale fur and black hair. He was surprised to see them out here, shouldn't they be complaining about their lives back on earth? Maybe their parents had sent them here. Hmm? He spotted a female wolf with blue fur all by herself. Strange, she was very pretty and seemed shy, the way she stood told him. She also was the only one there wearing all black.
That meant she had ranked really high on the entrance exams! Maybe that was why she was by herself, she probably made everyone else look lame in comparison. Well, that was no reason to make her be lonely. He strode over, stopping next to her, smiling, "Hey."
She looked surprised at being spoken to, let alone smiled at. "H- h- hi." She stammered. She was cute, with bright violet eyes that stood out from her fur and hair that was the same intense shade. Her body... well perfect might be saying a bit much but she wasn't far off, with well-sized breasts that would be more than a paw full, and a slim waist. Domino couldn't get a good look at her butt without being noticed, and probably slapped, but assumed it was perfect.
Obviously she was very shy, from the way she blushed beneath her fur and shank back. "Hi, I'm D-" He was cut off as suddenly an otter appeared out of nowhere, behind him.
"Attention!" He roared right in the dingo's ear, making him jump. He immediately went to attention, raising his right paw in salute. "Well, let's see you worms get into line!"
The others scrambled to get into line and Domino rushed as well, hoping to not be made an example of by this teacher, but that would not be the case. He tripped, falling to the ground, hard. He rubbed his nose, walking to the end of the line. Dammit, he hadn't fallen on his own, that jerk tripped him!
The otter wore an almost invisible smirk on his face as he paced up and down the row, scrutinizing each of the twenty or so furres. "I am captain Janson, and as you know I'll be teaching you advanced blade techniques. This isn't a class for the faint of heart, but that's why you signed the waver, right?" He smiled. "In just a few weeks you'll be using real blades, so you'd better learn fast, it's not easy using a blade when you only have two fingers."
Domino smirked, like he would be having that problem. He already knew how to use a blade pretty well. "Did I say something funny?" Suddenly the otter was in his face, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Or do you always have that stupid looking smile on your face?" This evoked a few snickers from the other students. Except that girl... she seemed like she was-
"Hello? Are you listening anymore?" He shook his head. "Wasn't one ass whooping enough for one day?" This got even more laughs. Damn, he wasn't going to have a friend at this rate.
"Yes sir!" He barked, realizing he should finally concentrate. "Sorry sir!"
"That's better. Now, I want to see you all in pairs in ten, no seven, seconds, go!" Again there was a mad rush as everyone went to get in pairs. Seeing as no one went by her, Domino found himself paired up with the shy girl from before.
"Hey again." He said.
"I hope you're happy, because from now on these will be your partners whenever we do sparring unless I say otherwise." A groan came from several groups that had been hastily created. "Better shut those traps of yours afore I give you something to really 'aww' about." He said. "I want to see what you know, everyone grab a practice blade." He gestured to a rack of swords that had risen out of the ground behind him.
The blades looked a lot like lightsabers except the handles were more like those of typical blades, regular cross hilted rapier type blades and basket hilted sabers. Domino was among the first up to get a blade, retrieving a red bladed claymore. Of course it wasn't a real blade, energy ran though the glass like plasma of the blade blade, creating the power that would cut, or in this case, sting enough to motivate anyone not to be hit again.
The shy wolf returned wielding a katana looking blade. "I never caught your name." He said, "I'm Domino."
"I'm Mia." She said quietly, blushing again. Jeeze, was this her first time out in public? 'You'd think this is the first time anyone's ever talked to her', he thought.
"Okay, let's see what you've got." Captain Janson said.
Domino slowly swung his sword, giving the wolf plenty of time to dodge his attack. She countered with a thrust he barely dodged. 'Okay, she's pretty fast', he thought. He slashed vertically, this time a bit faster. She stepped aside, then rushed him, knocking his blade to the side.
Domino used the momentum, swinging around and slashing again at full speed. 'Ooops', he thought as he realized he was moving too fast and she would never be able to dodge his attack.
But she did. She leapt over his blade effortlessly, landed behind him and jabbed him in the back with her sword.
"Ahh!" He yelped, rubbing the spot on his back. She was so fast!
"Oh, I'm sorry." She said, returning to her shy self. "I didn't mean to-"
"Don't worry about it." He grinned, giving her a thumbs up. "That was awesome." He held his blade at ready. Okay, she was pretty good, not better than him though.
He attacked again, hacking where she had been a second before, then just barely ducking a slash from her. He flipped backwards, her sword missing his ear by a hair's breadth. He lifted his blade over his head to block her next attack and pushed back, trying to knock her off her guard but found he couldn't. He was pushing as hard as he could and she hadn't budged! What was with her!
Suddenly her other paw came down under his blade, grabbing him by his collar. She flipped him over, slamming him on his back to the ground.
"What the fuck?" He said weakly.
"Bested by a girl, huh?" The captain suddenly stood above him, grinning. "Don't feel bad though, it's not like I'd be complimenting you if you'd beat her." Domino hopped to his feet, shrugging off his defeat.
"Come with me kid." He walked off from the groups, leaving Mia behind. The two had enough distance between them and the groups that he and Domino could talk and not be overheard.
"I appreciate what you did for that girl." The captain surprised him.
"Huh? Oh yeah, you saw me goin' easy on her, huh?"
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about... Domino, right?"
"Yeah, okay I won't. What're you talking about... sir?" The dingo decided to add the sir so the otter wouldn't have any reason to hit him.
He closed his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. Was he kidding? Didn't he know she was a- No, better not to tell him and give him any reason to ruin things. "Making friends with her, she's pretty shy, none of the others wanted to make friends with her and I saw what you did."
"Oh, you know, I wasn't just gonna let her be all by herself. She seems nice enough. But now I see what the others were thinking, I'm gonna get my ass handed to me all semester. Is that all sir? I should go back so I can get my ass kicked some more."
"Yeah, that's all. Go on." Captain Janson watched the dingo in absolute disbelief. That had to be the most clueless kid on this ship. \~\*\~ Six hours later Domino was sore and tired. His arms felt like they were going to fall off, and he still had another class to go to. He had plenty of time to spar with Mia, losing frequently, but got better as class went on and by the end of class had bested her three times.
The captain had taught them a few nifty tricks with their blades, such as one where the mercury making up their blades was refracted into a boomerang shape and used as such to attack an enemy. Domino had taken a liking to the captain; he was fair and funny once you got past the military exterior. As long as you respected him and addressed him with such he was like your best friend.
They had formed a line again and stood at attention as he spoke to them. "I saw some pretty good things out there, some of you are... well good isn't a word I'd use." Domino could have sworn he saw the captain wink at him. "And some of you died a hundred times out there, you need to work harder. You're dismissed to go to your second class."
The class scrambled for the door, suddenly having regained their energy. The dingo strode out beside Mia. "So what're you're classes?" He asked.
She listed them. She had ten classes, most of them 'technology shit' as Domino would have put it.
"Hey, you have paw to paw combat and small arms with me!" He said. 'Great, even more time to get beat up by a girl'. She smiled, nodding.
"See ya Domino." She said as she went into another door.
"Oh, see ya." That had to be the most she'd said all day. Well, time to get to class, he didn't want to be late again. He had gotten lucky with Captain Janson, but he doubted that would happen twice.
He stumbled into class, arriving before several students. In this room, holograms created a boggy marsh. He stood a few meters from a murky pond, dotted with huge lily pads. He could hardly see past there, the fog was too thick. His fur felt damp, strange, holograms didn't do that. It didn't explain the mud on his footpads either.
"Yo, Domino!" He turned to see Ray approaching him. "Cool, I didn't know you were in my class!"
"Sweet, least I know one furre here." They traded high fives, already acting like old friends. "Man, d' all the teachers here show up late?"
The panther shrugged. "I dunno, my first teacher was on time." He looked around casually, "She'll show up sooner or later."
"Huh? How d' you know it's a her?"
"A hare told me on my way here. Didn't have much time to tell me anything else."
Domino grinned. "Hope she's hot."
"Think you'll actually have a chance?" Ray turned. He hadn't spoken, but that voice sounded just like his. What the hell?
The dingo didn't notice. "Hell yeah. I'll be in her pants before you can say easy A." He was on his back before he knew what hit him. First he was just having regular guy talk with a buddy, then he was on his back in the mud, a female skunk in his face, standing on his chest. "Godammit." He said, knowing he was in trouble, letting his head drop to the mud.
"Easy A." She said, grinning. Despite the fact that she was standing on his chest, limiting his air supply, Domino couldn't help finding himself attracted to the skunkess. She wore a captains uniform, under which were breasts that defied the laws of nature, barely held in by her shirt.
She stood up straight, still letting her (not really heavy, but still considerable) weight rest on his chest. "I'm captain Ruanè, your stealth and tracking instructor." Domino looked up as much as he could to see the others had gotten into a line. He turned his attention back to the skunkess on him. 'Too bad she's not wearing a skirt'.
"Now, unless you want to end up on your back, like this poor excuse, you'll treat me with the utmost respect at all times. You hear me?"
"Yes ma'am!" The others said.
Ruanè stepped off his chest, walking towards one end of the line. Domino sat up, happy for the break. He looked down the row, recognizing a few faces. Huh? His sister was in his class?
The captain stood over him again, pushing him back into the mud with her footpaw. "Don't get up until I tell you to, you understand?"
He nodded. Attractive as she was, this was starting to get on his nerves. "Yes Ma'am."
"D' any of you have any clue about why you need stealth and tracking abilities? Don't answer, I'd rather tell you myself. Let's say you're a reconnaissance squad and your mission is to gather information about where the enemy is located and their defenses. In order to find their base, you need tracking skills and to get around their base properly without being discovered you need stealth.
"Let's see how well you know how to conceal yourselves. If you can't do it without technology, you sure as hell won't be able to do it with."
"As you can see, we're in a swamp. This room is state of the art; force fields are generated around the objects in this room to make them seem real. It's much larger than you think, somewhere around three miles, of course all of this distance is perpetuated."
So that explained it, Domino realized. He knew the rooms on the ship couldn't be that big or the ship would be huge. Perpetuated distances were created in small spaces to make them seem enormous, the holograms were in relation to the user so he could actually run and move nowhere. It was like virtual reality.
"Your mission is to get this information from me." She held up a red piece of paper. "If I see you your mission is failed and you're out of the game. I'll give you a three-minute head start to conceal yourselves, then I'll come looking for you. If I find you, you're out."
'Seems easy enough,' Domino thought.
"The one to get my information will get a prize." Grins ran through the male part of the students, "However, if all of you fail and the information is not obtained, then all of you will be punished." Everyone gulped at that. Punishments weren't anything to look forward to, especially here.
"Just think of it as a game of hide and seek that you don't want to lose."
She looked down at her watch. "On your marks, go!" Half of the students took off, heading into the swamp, leaving the other half behind, still wondering if the teacher was serious.
"Two minutes and forty three seconds." She said and they finally realized that she was, heading into the woods. "Are you just going to sit there?" She asked Domino, who still lay in the mud.
"Damn, I was hoping you forgot about me. Guess that means I can go, huh?"
"Two minutes and twelve seconds." Domino took that as a yes, taking off. \~\*\~ Around three minutes and twelve seconds later half the class was back in the clearing, praying that the remaining students would be able to get the paper from captain Ruanè.
The skunkess strode through the swamp casually. She was fairly surprised at the amount of students she hadn't caught yet. Of course, it had only been a minute, that wasn't much to boast about. None of the students in her last class had even come close to getting her, and she didn't think any in this one would either. She quickly spotted two students, hiding on a tree branch that was directly above her path. Too easy. \~\*\~ Domino sighed quietly. She had nearly seen him that time. He knew he had to be the last one left. Almost everybody had been sent back to the clearing. It was up to him to keep them from getting in trouble. His sister had been caught just before him, caught just before she could snatch the paper out of the captain's front coat pocket.
It seemed impossible, the skunkess heard everything. Every twitch, every breath drew her attention. It was just about time to make his move. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to go. He stopped, shocked to see Ray sneaking behind the skunkess, hopping through the trees. Then he realized what he had to do.
The dingo darted to Ruanè as silently as he could, hoping his roommate was on the same page. \~\*\~ Ruanè smiled. She heard the quick pawsteps of someone running behind her, possibly thinking to catch her off guard. Yeah right, not with that racket.
He did though. Suddenly a pair of paws gripped her butt, taking them in a firm grasp. She practically jumped, she certainly wasn't expecting this.
Domino sighed in happiness; he actually had an excuse for doing something he had wanted to. Of course, this was dependant on the ability of his roommate to think quickly. 'Oh yeah, fifteenth from the bottom', he thought, groaning. Suddenly Captain Ruanè came back to her senses, grabbing his arm, flipping him over onto his back. Dammit, this was the third time a girl had put him on his back and he hadn't gotten any.
"What did you think you'd accomplish with that move?" She asked, having regained her cool.
"Winning." Domino grinned, gesturing behind her. Ray stood there, in possession of a red piece of paper.
Ruanè shook her head in disbelief, smiling ruefully. "A distraction, huh? You sacrificed yourself so he could get the paper, huh? Crude, but it worked I suppose."
"Uhhh, yeah." Domino stood. Sure, that was why he decided to do that. He and Ray exchanged high fives, congratulating each other.
"Come on, your classmates should know you saved their asses." The two walked back the way they had come, followed by the skunkess. He tail waved side to side slowly and she walked with a little more bounce in her step. She could practically still feel the dingo's paws on her ass and had enjoyed the feeling a lot more than she let on. They would have to start doing this more often. \~\*\~ A groan escaped the class as they saw who the last two students were, automatically figuring they had been spotted.
"What're you bitchin' about?" Domino asked. "We won."
"Are you kidding?" A cheetah asked in disbelief. "You're joking, aren't you?"
"No, you should be happy." Their instructor appeared before the group. "These two were the only ones to actually use stealth to it's full potential, so they will be using the more advanced stealth devices first before the rest of you, until I see some better work out of the rest of you. Do any of you know you leave tracks in the mud?
"The two of you are excused, you may leave early." She waved them away. "The rest of you will be receiving a crash course in stealth, since obviously half of you don't know what it is."
Domino winced at her words as he and Ray left. "Man, she's tough." He said, once they were safely on the other side of the door.
"You are the Dingo! That was awesome!" The panther grinned. "That was fuckin' sweet! Wish I had thought of that."
Domino returned the smile. "Hell yeah, that pretty much made my day."
The panther elbowed him slyly. "Hey, she never said anything about it, I betcha she liked it."
"Of course." The two walked down the hall, trading remarks about captain Ruanè. "When she was on me, I was so temped to just pull her down on top of me. Arrg, it's so hard to not touch her, God!" He exclaimed, "I just wanna, man, I can't even say all the things I wanna do to her!"
"Captain Ruanè, right?" The two spun around to face the speaker, Captain Rorax, saluting when they saw it was he.
He grinned. "At ease. So, captain Ruanè, right?"
"Uh, yeah sir." The dingo scratched his head, wondering how angry the captain would be.
"Oh yeah, that skunk has one nice rack." Their jaws practically dropped at hearing this from him. "What?"
"We just weren't expecting that from you sir." Ray replied. "But, yeah she does have a nice rack, kind of distracting." Huh, Domino though, that didn't sound like Ray at all.
Rorax sighed longingly. "She still won't let me hit it. Maybe one of you 'll get lucky though. I mean, she must like you a lot to let you be excused early. Still, chances are slim to none of that ever happening."
"Gotta have hope." The dingo grinned, making the others do the same.
"That's right. If only some commanders in the military thought the same thing. They'd probably win a lot more battles. Oh, but as to why I came here. I actually was going to your class to get you Domino. Hope you don't mind if we leave your friend, Ray, right?"
"Yes sir!" He replied, surprised at the roo's unexpected knowledge.
"C'mon Domino." He strode away, leaving the dingo to shrug at his friend before following.
The two went down an abandoned hallway before Rorax spoke. "Domino, why did you join the military?"
He shrugged. "I dunno sir. I guess... it was... to protect someone." Rorax's brows went up at hearing that. Interesting.
"Now, what would you do to protect that furre? How much would you give? Would you risk your life? Would you sacrifice someone else's?"
"I dunno sir. I guess I wouldn't know until I was in that situation. I don't think I would sacrifice someone else though. Even it meant protecting that other furre to let the one I cared for die. But I guess I wouldn't know until it happened."
"Good answer." The roo nodded his approval. "It sounded like you meant it. Look, I see a lot of talent in you so I'm giving you a shot at this. You're going to be in another class, your tenth. You'll meet me and your classmates on the commons area on Friday after class. Don't go around telling everyone though, this class's members are... select."
"Sure Captain, but I'm not sure what you see in me, I sucked on the entrance exam."
"Don't be modest Domino, it doesn't suit you." He saluted before walking away. "I gotta go. We got a meeting of the captains, the General 'll put a footpaw up my ass if I'm late."
"Later sir." \~\*\~ Well, that was weird. Domino paced back to his room, thinking about what the captain had said. Potential, in him? That was a laugh.
"Heya Domino." Said a familiar voice. He turned to see his sister walking along beside him. Of course, it was obvious to anyone that she wasn't his direct sister, seeing as she was a ring-tailed lemur while he was a dingo. He supposed he might've found her attractive if she wasn't his stepsister, but never really thought much of it. She had fiery red hair and all of her fur was white except for the black stripes down her long tail and her black paws. "Captain Ruanè let me go early too. Cool, huh?"
He shrugged, "Sure." Part of him wondered what she had done to impress the captain; the other part wanted him to get out of his uniform so he could rest.
"Jeeze little bro, I haven't seen you in about two years and all you do is say, 'sure'?"
He shrugged, not really caring. He knew she was just being melodramatic. "What happened? I thought you were supposed to be in college?"
"Come on bro, the whole earth's in danger, even the colonies nearby, college will have to wait. I noticed you changed a lot in the two years I was gone." She grabbed his arm, pressing up against him. "You've worked out."
He shrugged again. "Meh, not really."
She quickly nipped his ear, sighing. "You're so dense Domino." She said playfully, hopping away. "I'll see you around." The lemur winked at him before skipping away.
Man, his sister was weird. \~\*\~ Domino arrived at his quarters to find Abel and Ray already waiting for him. Ray was seated at the computer, typing something, while Abel sat on his bunk, listening to headphones so loud Domino could hear the music clearly from across the room. He quickly took off his jacket, throwing it on a chair, then proceeded to yank off his boots.
"You know you don't have to wear those." Ray stated. "They're optional, if you don't like wearing em."
"Thanks." The dingo replied before hopping up to the top bunk above the empty bed, lying facedown. "Sooo tired." He groaned into a pillow.
Ray typed something, ignoring his friend, laughing at something on the screen. "What're you doing over there?" Domino asked, pulling his head out of the pillow.
"IMing my girlfriend."
"Really?" Abel grinned. "She's got you whipped all the way out here? Damn, she's good."
"Shut up, she doesn't have me whipped." The panther replied.
"Whatever, sucks for you. Just means you'll be the only one here who won't get any ass. And I'm telling you, there are some nice asses here." He grinned. "Right Domino?"
"Hell yeah, I already grabbed captain Ruanè's. He's right, it does suck for you Ray."
"Whatever." He grumbled, typing something else.
The dingo hopped down from his bunk. "Hey, put on the camera, I wanna see what your girlfriend looks like."
"No way man."
"C'mon, is it really your mom or somethin'?"
"No."
"Then let us see." The raccoon had joined in the teasing. "At least then she can see your cool roommates."
"Two words. No. Way."
"Hmm..." Domino pretended to be thinking. "Grab im!" Abel immediately did so; grabbing him and pulling him away from the computer while Domino immediately switched screens so they were on video.
A squirrel appeared on the monitor. However, instead of being a girl it was a guy, looking fairly surprised now. "Yo." He said as he typed it on the computer.
Hi, who're you? Came up as the response.
"Are you happy now?" Ray asked, breaking out of the raccoon's grasp. "Well now you know. I'm gay."
"Are you kidding?" Domino replied, turning around. "That's it? Man, neither of us have a problem with that, you didn't have to try and hide it."
"Yeah," Abel agreed, patting the panther on the back. "I'm bi, nothin' wrong with bein' gay man. So that's your boyfriend?" He waved at the screen.
"Yep, Aaron." Ray seemed to cheer up now that he realized his friends weren't ridiculing him for his sexual preference. He wore a smile and his tail wagged softly behind him.
"He's cute."
"I know." Ray pulled up the other chair as Domino scooted over to allow him room.
Who are your cute friends? The squirrel sent. Ray quickly replied, speaking as he typed. "My roommates." They sure are cute, wish I had joined the army, then we could have some fun. Aaron wore a mischievous smile. "I bet, cockslut." He teased lovingly. Domino smiled reminiscently, too bad he couldn't do this. \~\*\~ A few hours later it was lights out so the three all lay in their bunks, talking. "So, how long've you been gay?" Abel asked.
"Three years, since I was fifteen. Well that's about when I realized it for myself, I had always liked guys but never really admitted it to myself until then. But the whole time we were talking, you never really told us what you were into Domino. Not gay I'm guessing."
"Nah," He replied casually. "I'm straight, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Well... It's sorta hard to explain, like I pretty much like girls, right, but I can't say I really care either way about guys." He shrugged, though it was lost on the darkness. "I've been sucked off by a guy before. Just once, nothing to write home about, and I never did it again, never really cared to. So I'm not sure what that makes me, I mostly dig girls, but I'm not above getting a blow from a guy."
Abel nodded. "I see what you're talking about. Whatever, doesn't matter anyway. Now we don't have anything to hide from each other, we can be completely honest. Just means now we can walk around naked and know what each other's thinking."
'Man, this place sure is weird', Domino thought. 'And this is only my first day?' He rolled over, burying his head in his pillow. | FSE |
Title: A Almost Perfect Awakening Ch. 46
Tags: carly grabbed, carly put, understand carly, eyes carly, carly left, brother lips, carly fingers, room carly, bed carly, carly knew
*SPECIAL NOTE TO INCEST FANS: This novel is loaded with incest from start to finish. Be sure to read 2nd paragraph below.
FOREWORD
Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don't believe anything like this has been tried here before.
New chapter(s) will be submitted almost daily. By clicking on a blue Wm\_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.
I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you'll find a ton of erotic reading that should appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for almost anyone. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it occasionally flirts mildly with a "fetish" so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category.
Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex because a number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.
Chapters 2\~4 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between lonely sisters. So, don't judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something [actually a lot of somethings] in it for everyone. ;-)
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Chapter 46: Carly's Plan Takes Her Brother To The Brink
DD-Day. The alarm went off. Dressing quickly, Carly was nearly out the door in record time. Her "sisters" had to tackle her to give her goodbye kisses and good luck hugs.
On her way home she spotted Jimmy jogging back to his place. They waved, smiling at each other in passing.
"See you later." Jimmy called.
[Yes, I think you WILL.] Carly thought to herself.
Parking her ancient, lime green Huffy bicycle, Carly headed straight to her room. Putting on her oldest, tightest fitting work jeans, she took off her bra, then put on a three-year old, skin tight T-shirt that let hints of her dark red nipples show through.
Next, it was off to the bathroom where Carly brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, then applied just a tiny, tiny hint of make up so she'd add color, yet look completely natural. A glance in the mirror assured her she looked 'good enough to eat'.
Off to the barn she flew. Finding her brother in the cow barn assured Carly he hadn't been out of the house too far ahead of her.
"Hi Munchkin, I missed you."
Going straight to her brother, Carly turned him to give him a hug and a very warm good morning kiss. Her mouth was closed, but just barely; hints of sweet moist breath teased her brother's lips. She made sure her breasts pushed into his chest, that her pelvis was pressed fairly tight against him.
The kiss felt great to her, so she figured it must feel mighty nice to Larry. For sure there was no way he couldn't have felt her warm breasts mash into his chest. Carly let the kiss linger a few seconds past where a sibling kiss should've ended.
Abruptly she spun out of his tightening hug; Carly grabbed a pair of gloves, a pitchfork, then started putting hay in front of every other cow. As she bent to get a fork of hay, Carly made sure her butt was pointing his way. As she pitched hay, she made sure her teats would jiggle, and that her brother could see them if he was looking. After spotting a few surreptitious looks, Carly saw her brother shifting his penis via a hand in his pocket. At that point she knew he was ogling her young body.
Whenever they'd finish one place, Carly would take her brother's arm, using the opportunity to rub her teats against his arm now and then so he couldn't forget for very long that a breeding age female was at his side.
It was contagious, Carly was genuinely happy; her impishness and presence soon had her brother feeling happy and playful. Several times she came up from behind to hug him, even tickled him but good one time. When Larry tried to get even, she managed to push her tush into his pelvic region as she giggled. When he tried to catch her, she did her best to insure he got a handful of breast at least twice.
When chores were done, they walked to the house with an arm around each other's waist.
If he'd clean up the dishes afterwards, Carly offered to make a nice breakfast while he showered. Since she was easily the better cook, Larry agreed, as she'd expected. They feasted on ham, sunny side up eggs, home fries, toast and juice. While he was feeling full and good about every little thing, Carly got her brother to promise to help her with her homework first thing so "she could forget about school the rest of the weekend". As soon as he agreed, she excused herself to go shower.
She did shower; Carly wanted to feel fresh as Spring, but it was a very fast, careful one. After retouching her make up, Carly brushed her teeth, then dabbed on a hint of perfume. Intentionally she washed her hair, then patiently awaited her prey.
Carly didn't have to wait very long. One, two, three... She heard her brother coming up the stairs. She had practiced and timed it; ten was the magic number. Seven, eight, nine, tenth step. As her brother hit the tenth step, Carly strode into the hallway, walking towards her room.
Having a fluffy towel around her head, Carly used both hands to perform a drying motion. However, this time Carly also had a jumbo fluffy towel wrapped around her body instead of her normal robe. After hearing three more steps, Carly knew her brother would now be in the hall behind her; she used the towel being around her head to make it appear as if she wouldn't have heard him come up the stairs.
Carly lifted her chin. However, her chin was the only thing keeping the towel around her body closed; the towel fell to the floor giving her brother a dream view of her beautiful naked behind. Like clockwork her brother froze in stunned silence 10' behind her.
Still pretending to be fussing with her hair, she took a slow backwards step. Carly bent at the waist so her bare butt, and maybe a hint of pussy, would hit him squarely between the eyes. Her left breast was even visible for a fraction of a second as it swung beneath her while she picked up the fallen towel. Simply carrying it since she "couldn't possibly use two hands" Carly slowly took the final few steps before turning into her room.
Carly was shaking as she raced for her hair dryer, part of it was sexual tension, part of it was the thrill of working her plan and feeling it work. But she knew she had to hurry. Carly was willing to bet if she hadn't warned him she'd be right in for homework, that he'd be masturbating already. Now hopefully, her brother would be sporting a big boner and not be able to get rid of it. At least not if things stayed on track.
It was 8:30AM, Carly hoped she wouldn't be a virgin by 9:30.
Her hair had been fairly dry, she'd been careful. Slipping into her robe, Carly shouted, "Are you ready for me she?"
God I hope you're ready for me, she thought.
"Any time." came a reply through the wall.
Carly grabbed her book, a pen and a notepad for the sake of appearances, then headed next door. Her brother was sitting at the old table he used for a desk. Pulling up a chair, she sat down.
Several times during the week, Carly had snuck into her brother's room, wearing her robe. Carly had experimented with how to arrange her flaps, how loose to tie the belt, how far to lean forward. Now as she leaned against the table, Carly knew every time her brother looked in her direction he'd see a lot of mounded alabaster skin.
Carly was blessed with high, firm conical breasts. They were like two snow cones made of Jell-O which seemed to defy gravity, as only a teenaged girl's teats can. Any male, of any age, would kill to see her breasts, would willingly do worse to touch them.
Keeping her eyes on the book, Carly still knew from her brother's extra quiet breathing and body language that he was looking at most of her left breast. Using a move she'd practiced a dozen times the past week, she reached for a pen. When she did, her entire left breast was allowed to hang, uncovered, jiggling before her brother's eyes as the flap fell far away from her body.
Carly grabbed the pen, then sat down, adjusting her flap so a good amount of skin showed, but plenty was hidden again to tease him. She looked for signs of an erection, then saw what she was looking for. There was a lump in his pants, a lump she planned to closely inspect very soon.
"Larry, I can't get comfortable in this chair." which was actually somewhat true. "Could we do this on the bed?"
"Sure." came his predictable reply.
Grabbing her book, Carly flopped on her tummy onto his bed.
"Oooh this feels much better!" she sighed.
Carly rolled onto her back once she knew she had an audience. Carefully, she rolled so the flap below her belt stayed behind as she turned. Her brother got a look at a firm, toned leg from her toes to the top of her hip, a hint of dark pubic hair flashed in a way that any fan dancer would have admired.
Sitting up, Carly left her aroused brother with nothing but memories of fleetingly glimpsed, but powerfully arousing anatomy.
As she sat on the edge of the bed, Carly patted for her brother to perch beside her. Opening the book, she asked a couple of intelligent questions, but managed to sit so a lot of leg and left breast were easily seen. The answers she got made it clear her brother was distracted, but trying to do the right thing.
Now she could EASILY see the outline of his penis. The time was right. This was it.
Carly put the book down; she put her arms around her brother and hugged him. His left arm went around her.
"Larry, I have a big favor to ask you. I wanted to ask last week when we were on the swing, but I was too chicken. I know you love me. You know I love you very, very much. But if you want to say no I'll understand." Carly took a deep breath before continuing.
"First, will you promise to only say or do something if you really, really want to, not just because you're trying to please me?"
"Yes." came the quiet, unsure sounding reply.
Carly heard the shakiness in her brother's voice. "I've never seen a grown up boy's penis. I want to see yours, right now. May I see you?"
"Oh, God!" Larry took a deep breath.
"Yes." Not knowing what he should do, Larry froze in place.
Keeping her head down, Carly reached for his belt to undo it. Shaking visibly, her fingers found his zipper. Slowly she lowered it. Carly pulled the jean's flaps back as far as they'd go, still only a patch of light brown cotton could be seen. The patch was still enough that some of his shaft could be seen throbbing as it ran off at an angle away from her.
Carly lifted the waistband out and downward, it wasn't enough to free him, but by bending more she could see the soft, while skin of part of his shaft. She took in a sharp breath as she studied her first bit of penis.
"I can't see very much of you. May I reach inside? May I touch you?"
"Yes." her brother softly whispered.
Carly's fingers tentatively slid into his shorts. Her knuckles felt his pubic hairbrush by as she slid under the visible shaft, her fingers curled around his erection. Both siblings reacted to the contact with protracted hissing intakes of air. The penis she held was jumping within her grip, she felt her brother's body tighten considerable. Carly lifted her face to see her brother's, his eyes were closed.
Moving closer, Carly bestowed the same loving type kiss she'd given him a week ago on the porch when she wanted to be holding his erection, just as she was this very moment. Larry kissed her back, with tenderness, yet passion.
Carly groped around in the confined space of her brother's boxers. She was able to run her fingers up his shaft until she felt the sensitive tip. Using just her fingertips to skim over the extra soft glans, Carly felt an oily wetness. Moving her fingers the other direction, she was able to slid them down all the way to the front of his scrotum.
As best she could, Carly explored his manhood, but the confinement of his underway began to frustrate the excited virgin. Carly began to kiss her brother in such a way that her lips would gently pull his upper or lower lip between hers. Next, she kissed across his cheek until she could whisper in his ear as she nibbled it.
"Please lower your pants so I can see your beautiful penis."
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It took a minute to get my pants down. I used both hands, but I didn't want to make any jerky moves that might break the contact. Carly was kissing my face, my mouth, then my neck as she bent her head awaiting her first good look at my cock. She didn't want to let go off my shaft, a minor complication. Because my penis was pushing into my underwear I had to lift the material over the tip if I was to get my boxers down.
When my glans sprang into view I heard Carly gasp, her grip on my shaft tightened. My pants finally slid under my butt, my erection was free. Her head was bowed, but I felt her eyes on my erection. Carly's fingers were soon exploring everywhere between my legs. I'd opened my legs as far as I could, but my jeans weren't down far enough to allow me much freedom. Her hand was so warm. Already I was as excited as I could ever remember.
Part of me was scared as hell. Part of me wanted to rip her robe off and make love to her. I didn't know if this was Beth's promise to have Carly seduce me, or if Carly was now sufficiently mature that her hormones had made her horny enough to get this brave. After all, Carly HAD just made a reference to last weekend and us on the porch swing, which was before my bet with Beth. So I really had no idea what's up, besides my cock.
Geez, I wanted to see Carly naked so badly it hurt, yet I didn't want to mess up her head by acting like a pervert. So I just sat there, allowing Carly to have her way, afraid to break the spell.
Sometimes my sister leaned so close to my groin that I could feel her hot breath. She played with my penis, feeling me up rather thoroughly. Her hands slid down to heft my balls; she carefully rolled them around. I groaned. Suddenly her face looked up, our eyes met.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, a worried tone in her voice.
I kissed her softly. "Oh, no. Just the opposite. You're making me feel good. Too good." I whispered.
"Larry, I want to see your stuff come out. But I want to do it for you. Show me how to make you feel good enough to make sperm fly out of you." Carly begged sweetly.
My face must have looked perplexed. Carly reassured me, "I really want to more than anything, in case you worried."
I was too close to an orgasm to fight it. I guided her right hand to a good spot on my shaft, then coached her until she developed a blissful stroke and rhythm. My breathing became deep and labored immediately.
"Carly, you have me so excited. I'm going to come soon, I need to come soon."
"Then let me help you." she said so sweetly that I melted inside.
Carly's left hand found my right hand; lifting it, she pressed my palm onto her robe mere inches above her right breast. As my palm flattened against her upper chest, Carly put her hand on mine then pulled it down part way onto her breast before releasing me.
Needing no further invitation, my hand slid lower until I cupped her entire hidden mound. Oh my God; I began fondling a breast that I'd dreamed about many a night. Even through the robe, she was far softer, far sexier than I'd ever suspected.
"Oh, Lord Carly you're so... " was a far as I got.
A forceful ejaculation overtook me; sperm shot halfway across the room. Carly was taken a little by surprise, this being a first time and all. I'm sure she'd felt me swell within her grip, but she wouldn't have known what to expect next as yet.
Wow, I was shaking, groaning, squeezing her wondrous teat. She recovered nicely, her stroking of my shaft adjusted until it was almost as good as my practiced hand could've done. She used both hands next, one on my bat; the other played with my balls. I felt my balls pumping. I felt my penis pulsing in her hot little hand.
Moving my left arm around her waist, I hugged Carly to me. Soon I was leaning on her for support as the energy drained from my body. Carly never took her eyes off my penis; I never stopped my rhythmic pumping of Carly's teat.
She studied every visible detail of my orgasm until minutes later when I finally softened. When I eventually became too soft to stroke, she fondled my flaccid cock or balls. Finally, Carly looked up. Feeling her watching me, I opened my eyes.
"That was amazing. Thank you." Carly said, sounding awestruck.
She wanted to be kissed, I saw her mouth opening; Carly was inviting my tongue to explore her mouth. No power on earth could have stopped me. I bent to kiss her. To maximize her pleasure, I drew out my entry as long as possible without being cruel. My tongue crept from its hiding place to pursue its quarry. I licked her lips, circling several times, before entering her cave. Our tongues finally touched, then caressed. Carly melted against me, we sighed deeply into each other's mouth.
Releasing my penis, I felt Carly shift slightly; her right hand went behind my back. Hugging me tightly, I felt her left hand grip my right wrist, she pulled my hand toward her left side. As she guided my fingers under the flap of her robe, my tongue drove to the back of her throat. Carly pulled my arm until my fingertips felt the top of her bare left breast. Gently she pulled down, causing my hand to fill with her warm, pliant flesh. Carly guided me until her hard nipple was pushing into my palm.
Judging by sighs and groans, it was clear this was a contact we both desired tremendously. My fingers reveled in her flesh. I felt for every ridge or bump of her areola, I hefted the weight of her breast. Her warmth and kitten-like softness caused me to shudder. The reality of her tender flesh far exceeded my dreams yet again. Carly's breast could not have felt more perfect, more feminine, more desirable. Carly must have felt excitement rivaling my own, her tongue pushed into my mouth.
Carly's left hand fell back to my lap. Finally touching her heavenly teat had excited me so much I was semi-erect already. My good night's sleep was paying dividends.
Lifting my cock so I was pointed straight up, Carly was soon pumping me again. Our French kissing grew intense over the next few minutes. We were truly getting lost in one another.
Something had to happen, I was getting so turned on fondling Carly's bare breast that I'd be able to come again just from feeling her up.
Carly decided what was next. She lifted her mouth, excitedly kissed all over my face, then down my neck. As she kissed ever lower down my throat, she unbuttoned my top shirt button. I was devastated when she removed my hand from inside her robe, but she soon distracted me. Carly kept kissing down my body as she undid my buttons. When the last button was undone, she slid onto the floor to untie my sneakers. As soon as my shoes were removed, she pulled my pants off completely.
As Carly moved in between my legs, my penis bounced as it tried to reach her. Carly opened my shirt flaps to stare at my chest. Letting go of the shirt, she ran her palms all over my abdomen, then chest. She kneaded my chest in much the fashion I had done to hers, exciting me all the more.
Her right hand slowly slid down my front until she gripped my now drooling penis. Carly stroked me perfectly. Reacting, my hips began to make short thrusts at her chest. When she looked up to my eyes, I felt a sexual energy from her that jolted me to my core.
"I want you, Larry."
"I... "
I never finished saying I want you to. Carly dropped her head, then sucked my erection into her mouth.
What Carly heard was "I... Oh my God, Carly! Sssssssssssssssss"
I must have sucked in air for a full minute. Every nerve ending I possessed was jangled. It felt like she'd pushed my penis into an outlet. My hips wanted to thrust until I pushed down her throat, but I struggled to hold myself back. Her action was so sudden, so unexpected that I was in near shock.
Her mouth and both hands worked on me. The pleasure she gave me was beyond description. I felt my body priming for a big explosion. Since I didn't want to gross my sister out when she was being so incredible, while there was still time, I warned her.
"Carly, I'm going to come any second now!"
Carly looked up into my eyes. Her mouth and tongue attacked just my glans. Her right hand continued to pump my shaft, in fact she sped up. Her left hand released my balls, it moved to her left flap. Boring into my eyes, Carly opened the flap baring her magnificent, cone-shaped left teat. My balls tightened, streams of sperm shot into Carly's mouth as my eyes rolled back into my head.
Gripping the sides of her head, I humped my sweet little sister's mouth with total abandon as I lost anything resembling conscious thought. I became a dinghy on a storm-tossed sea of ecstasy.
Carly has one of the sexist teats I've ever seen to this day. As many breasts as there are in the world, some of them will have a profound effect on each man. Seeing Carly effected me profoundly, I was totally in lust with her. My body pumped every drop of available fluid into this little sex goddess who had its penis in her mouth.
"My God Munchkin, you are so damned beautiful I couldn't take it." I panted minutes later.
God bless her, Carly continued to suck me until I was limp as a noodle, even then she rolled me around in her mouth with her tongue, which elicited still more groans of pleasure from me. My spine turned to Jell-O, I fell back onto the bed.
At last Carly stopped, my limp dick fell from her lips. She stood; her robe was closed again. She helped me move up until I was lying on my pillow, my whole body felt as limp as my dick.
Carly crawled over top of my prone body so she could lie down beside me. Holding my arms open, Carly rolled half on top of me. Closing my arms around her, we hugged and exchanged soft kisses. Finally I felt her trembling. "You're shaking Munchkin, are you all right?"
"Well, I could be if you'd help me." she almost whispered.
How stupid did I feel, I'd come twice to her zero. No wonder she was shaking.
Wanting to apologize, Carly cut me off with a smile and a kiss. "I've gotten everything I wanted. It's just now that I stopped touching your body, mine is demanding some attention. Will you lend me a hand?" She meant that literally.
When Carly rolled onto her back, I rolled onto my side. She took my right hand. Closing her eyes, Carly kissed my palm, then placed it flat on her robe above her right teat. Slowly she guided my palm over her breast mound, then down her right side until I felt her upper leg. Slipping my hand under the flap, it fell between her legs, which spread apart inviting her first male guest to seek her hidden treasure trove.
My hand moved around until it was filled with Carly's soft, spongy pussy. We both took a deep breath as my fingers covered her swollen vulva. Dear Lord she felt heavenly; her puffy folds were divinely soft. Her pussy formed a nice mound that seemed custom fit for my hand.
Her groin was lush with soft pubic hairs. A moist heat greeted my palm, making me feel most welcome. Her scent reached into my nostrils. No fantasy I'd ever had about Carly had prepared me for the way she felt, or the way holding her pussy in my hand made me feel, or especially her arousing scent. Damn but my sister was incredible.
Finally I calmed down a bit. I massaged her vaginal lips, slowly at first, but gradually I sped up.
"Oooooooooooohh, yes." Carly sighed.
Leaning over far enough to kiss her, I licked around her mouth and nibbled at her lips. My middle finger moved into position, my lips parted. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, at that same instant, I slid my finger into her vagina. The double penetration excited her beyond belief. Carly's hips pushed up against the invading finger, her arms crushed me against her chest.
Over the next five minutes, Carly's breathing became ever more ragged the longer I probed within her. Next, I dragged my middle fingertip from inside her, up through her slit, onto her clit, then down and in again. After repeating that a few times, I pushed my finger in as deep as it would go, then used the heel of my palm to grind the mushy flesh that held her clitoris.
Carly's tongue and hips silently told me she was approaching the orgasm she badly wanted. Trying to be a good lover, I tried out everything I'd learned from Beth and Lynn to excite Carly's pussy, to make her feel super good, I wanted her first climax by my hands to be fantastic.
Withdrawing my finger from her vagina, I swirled it deep within her slit. Wiggling it upwards, I found her super-soft clit, making fast tight circles on her small bud. Her back arched, I went faster, then went as fast as I could.
Carly tried to swallow my face, she came. There was no doubt that Carly came. I was so happy for her, she was coming hard and loving it.
Sliding two fingers into her, I pushed the heel of my hand at her clit again. Carly rode my fingers so sensuously that my penis was jealous. I spun my fingers in circles so she could feel as much vibration as I could provide. She seemed to come for a long time, so I kept doing what I was doing until Carly fell back.
My rubbing her continued until she stopped moving entirely. Even then I maintained a super slow deep massage of her puffy vaginal lips. Carly was very, very happy. I could feel it in her kisses. Long, slow casual kisses that conveyed a myriad of messages.
I hoped she could feel the love and passion that had welled inside me. Very taken by her, I never stopped feeling up her pussy; she felt too damned good to let go of. As our kissing continued, Carly rolled on her side facing me. Soon my penis was being stroked wonderfully by her soft, loving hand.
We kissed for a quarter hour, all the while fondling our partner's genitals. Our level of arousal had been steadily growing, the past few minutes especially. Our breathing was deep and noisy; our tongues were attacking each other as we got very heavily into our lovemaking.
I felt Carly's left leg bend at the knee; it slid over my right leg. Using a very husky voice Carly said, "Please hold still a moment. I've wanted so much to know what it would feel like if you were to actually touch me."
At first I didn't understand exactly what she meant, then I knew. Carly slid her hips towards me. Her hand guided my glans inside her robe to her slit. I jumped and shuddered as she slid my oiled tip into her wet slit so she could rub me up and down her humid, lubricated slot.
She chose to move me with a tortoise-like slowness. We were each moaning from the wondrous sensations caused by our partner's body. Pulling my tip into the position she needed, Carly humped my little slit with her clit. I saw her eyes roll back. She came after continuing to make love to my glans for another minute.
Carly resumed kissing me, then returned to rubbing my glans in circles within her slit from top to bottom. I was going out of my mind. I if hadn't already had a couple strong orgasms, I'd have long ago been pumping sperm into her warm, gooey slit.
Carly ran me from top to the bottom of her slit again, but this time she took me farther. My tip was at her opening. Carly eased herself forward until it felt like her pussy kissed my glans.
She stared directly, intently into my eyes. Carly heard the sharp hiss of the air I inhaled when I felt that vaginal kiss. She moved her pussy back and forth an inch, slowly, several times. It felt like the softest, warmest lips alive were sucking on just my super sensitive red crown. It was utterly amazing, it was pure ecstasy.
Carly's eyes bore into mine with an unblinking stare. Her face was a collage of emotions.
"I've gotten everything today I ever was going to ask you for. If there is something your heart desires, then it's yours. If there isn't, I'll understand." That said, Carly released my penis. She lay there, motionless, watching my eyes. My glans was JUST far enough into her opening that I stayed in place.
Son-of-a-bitch. Carly was leaving our future relationship up to me. Quite literally, I had to make the decision. Was I in or out?
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Title: Elle and Eddy, Eddy's Back Yard by FievelJ
Tags: Bunny, M, M/M, M/M/M, Male, Male/Male, Male/Male/Male, Minors, Orgasm, Penis, Scat, Shota, Watersports, Wolf, pee, peeing, urination, urine
Elle. Half Wolf, just like in Elle & Takara.
Eddy - Takara. He's a half Bunny.
FEMA guy, Half Bunny.
Everyone are at least half animals.
This is in the tone of Shotacon / Toddlercon.
Read At One's Own Risk, As This Is Illegal In Some Countries.
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This is one story, that I couldn't hold back any longer. Although, like many others, I hardly know where to start. The day started like any other. The 3-year-old in the house next door, went out and then played on the yard. He would sometimes go out naked, as his mom didn't always yell at him for it. This was one of those days, that he did go out naked.. As usual, I stared at him, while he played. His young body was smooth and super cute, I wanted more then anything in the world to touch and pet that young slick body. They did have a fence, but it only went up about 8 feet. On my back patio second floor, it didn't even do a justice, in hiding anyone. Unless they were next to the fence closest to my yard. This day would end up like any other. I would go inside, and then masturbate looking outside my second floor sliding doors. This way, his mom wouldn't catch me when she went out to retrieve her son. She'd caught me with a boner a few times, and I didn't like that. She knew I was watching her son, so there was no way he would ever come over. Or at least, you would think.
Tomorrow.
I awoke, laying on my upstairs sofa. I had masturbated to the latest thing an internet friend had sent me. He actually has access to more then one. One of them, a 7-year-old-boy. A only 2-year-old, and his own 1-year-old son, whom he was raising himself. In the latest one, he had a friend's 14-year-old son over, and had him place his penis into the 7-year-old. The 7-year-old actually crouched over the 14-year-old, and then let himself take it in the anus. Although, the video he sent of himself sticking it to the 2-year-old always got me going too. It was like a dream, I imagined it being the neighbor child, and then would masturbate to it. Me? I am Eddy. The neighbor child's name is Elle. Today, as I woke, I checked my email straight away. He had a new video he shot last night for me to watch. This one titled, (The Hole Stretched A Lot.)
I grabbed the Vaseline, and then began watching. It was him and his just over 1-year-old son. In his emails, he wrote that he wanted to be sure his little body could take it. I watched the video, spitting my load before hardly even starting to masturbate. I used this one three times during the day, as I couldn't seem to get enough of watching the man stretching this boy's anus. After the third time, I went to my patio, and then watched for the 3-year-old to come out. It was after 3PM. Like clockwork, he came out at 3:30, as this time he had underwear on. He appeared to be wearing extra think trainer underpants. This day was to be different, but I didn't know it yet. He played as usual, playing behind the pool. I was about to head inside, when his mom came out early. "STOP! Don't go back inside." she called over to me, "I am going to the store, I'll be back in a few hours. I want you to stay on your patio until I get back."
I was about to say something, but she was around halfway through her house, by the time I opened my mouth. The skies suddenly grew dark, as somehow, the boy knew to go inside. But he didn't go into his house. Instead, he went through the gate of their fence, and then through mine. I walked downstairs, and then to the back patio. By the time I got there, it was raining, and he was soaked. I left him inside. "Take those off my little man." I said, referring to his over-thick underwear. I placed his underwear in the drier, and then had him sit on a EZ-boy chair. I admired his body as I worked on drying his things. He actually had more clothes on then I thought, as he had a pair of shorts on too. Still, I had him strip to nothing. He seemed to not mind either for some reason, and that satisfied me. I sat on an EZ-Chair across from him, as I waited for his wash. "So. Eaz mommy gonna be home soon?" asked the boy. "Well I'm not sure." I said. "Have you anything to wear?" he asked. "Well ahh, not in your size." I said. I was actually lying, as I liked having young boys clothing around, to dream about sex with them. Now, here I was, with one in my grasp, and I was only merely chatting with him? I got-up, and was about to sit directly beside him, when the phone rang. I wanted to let it ring, but what if it was the boy's mom? If I didn't answer it, she might suspect something. If I did answer it, and it was her, if I told her the truth... that her boy was over at my place... would she still suspect something? Either way, I had to answer the phone.
"Hello?" I heard her voice in my mind, before I heard her voice. "Has my son come over to your place. " she asked. Before I knew it, I heard myself tell the truth, "Yeah, he's over here." I said. "Yeah well be sure he stays until the weather clears. And don't you dare touch heh. "There was a heh, (hi) with a short I sound on the other end. The phone cut out, as she spoke. Across the radio, the announcer was saying, that this was the craziest storm pattern they had ever saw. I went upstairs, and then looked over at their house next door. There was a tree blocking the front door. There was also a tree blocking their back door. I went back downstairs, as Elle still sat in my one EZ-Chair. I was about to sit aside of Elle, when the phone rang again. I stopped what I was doing to pick it up. "Sorry we got cut off. I am calling you from an emergency assistance place, which won't let me back into the area till tomorrow. I have very little time. Please take good care of my boy till then." the call was recorded, and then sent. It was kinda like voice mail. She was allowed only so long a message. My electric only worked, because I had a special backup system. On the radio, they were reporting it would take two days to get my part of things accessible. Three twisters had gone through. This seemed quite surprising, as I hadn't really noticed that there was a single one in the area. All of the rain, had hid the twisters. I finally went back to what I was scheming. No matter what this boy's mom had told me, he was being abused. What was she gonna do after I was done? There would be little she could do, once the damage was already done. In the country I was living, they focused little to no energy on punishing for abusing boys. Especially in my area. If I lived in the US, sure.
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I sat aside of the boy, and then placed an arm about him. "Nervous?" he nodded. "It won't hurt. If it does, it won't be as bad as it seems." I said, as I was sitting along side his left side. I reached down, and then place my left hand on his crouch. It tickled him some, as the sensitive areas were still developing. I rubbed at his entire area there, as I moved my left hand toward his anus.
"Stop, mommy says you shouldn't touch me there." said Elle. "And she's correct, cause your mommy will die if you tell on me."
I said, as I played in his anus some. "Stop or I'll poop." said Elle. "There's a problem isn't there?" I said. "What, if I poop?" asked Elle. "Nope. What if, I don't care if you poop on my chair?" I said.
"Yeah but I'll get poop all over your chair." said Elle. "Yep. And then I'll poop all over your peepee there." I said. "Would you really poopy on my weewee?" asked Elle. "Yes I really would."
I said. This actually excited him some. "Could I really poop on your chair?" asked Elle. "Yeah Elle." I moved myself around, so that now I was somewhat sitting on him, facing him. "Just move the EZ-Chair back some, and then you should have enough room to poop on it." without words, I pressed to poop on him. I pooped on him a bit, as he proceeded to poop on my EZ-Chair. He giggled some, as I pooped all over his penis. Afterward, I got-up, and then took a look at him. "Well, time to get that off of you." I said. I grabbed him, and then just left our poop fall, mine mostly, as I pooped it on him. I rubbed his backside against my front, I became erect nearly immediately thereafter. I pressed my penis at his anus, but it wouldn't seem to get anywhere. I carried him to where I had some Vaseline, and then worked some onto his anus. I worked some onto my penis as well. I placed him upon the basement floor, stomach first. "What are you doing to me?" he asked. "It'll only hurt for a moment." I said. I positioned him with his butt in the air. And then I made my approach. I pressed my penis at his anus, penetrating it this time. I grabbed him around the chest and arms, and then picked him up some, as I myself crouched on the floor.
He cried slightly, as I pressed into his anus further. I then pulled out slightly, only to press back in. his skin wrapped tightly about my penis, as his anus was really tight.
I knew as I went, his mom wouldn't let me watch him ever again, but I didn't care. I started thrusting and pumping his young anus, feeling orgasm pulsing through my body. Pulling out seemed a good idea, but probably wouldn't change a thing. I pumped his anus some more, as he complained. "Nnn No." I ignored him, as I was probably tearing his anus some. Pressing in and then pulling out some, I knew I should stop. I didn't stop, as I pumped his anus even faster. He was whimpering and moaning, as I went, I began moaning too. "Nnn No." he repeated. I ignored him, as I rubbed at his penis, it actually becoming erect for me too. Groaning, his body was making me orgasm quite a bit now. "Ssstop. I telling." he said. "Better not, or else. You tell her you fell on your ass." I told him. I began masturbating his small shaft now, as he himself went into little boy orgasm. "Ohh Eddy, you are making my peepee feel funny." said Elle. "Good, maybe I'll make it feel really good too." I said, as he groaned... and then peed some onto my carpet. I didn't mind one bit, as I masturbated this young boy's penis. He groaned hard suddenly, as did myself. He squirted some more, in piss orgasm, as I spit my load hard. Spitting it into his anus. He peed some more in piss orgasm. I pulled out, as he groaned. He also pissed I assumed the rest of his bladder. I didn't care that he peed on my carpet so much, as at least it was my basement. Plus, my carpet was actually made to take in some fluids, just in case of flooding. He walked over to my other EZ-Chair, and then sat down. I followed. I took a look at his anus. It was a bit red, but torn less as much as I expected. Plus, it wasn't bleeding. It would be easier then I thought, besides him walking funny. That I would just make up a lie. Whether she would actually believe me? That's a probably not.
The phone rang, shortly after, as I picked it up. "We'll need to leave Elle stay with you a few days. The emergency crews won't let anyone enter the area." she said. "Yeah? So you'll be here in three days?" I asked his mom. "Probably more like four days. If you touched him... or did things you shouldn't, take care of it."
She hung up before I could reply. I wanted to lie, and tell her, I did nothing to him. I grabbed some Triple Action Cream, and then rubbed it on his anus. By this point, he was allowing me at it easier. He probably knew, if I wanted to do something to it, I just would. "How's that Keed?" I asked Elle. "It hurts." he said. "It will for a little while. Don't worry, I won't do it again for awhile."
I smiled. "Wha-what did you do it for at all?" he asked. "Well ah.
It's something boys sometimes do, when they like each other."
I said. "But you are a grown up." said Elle. "In a way, I am a boy too." I said. "Oh. But you are older." said Elle. "True. Do you like me, even at least some?" I asked. "Well I thought I did." he said.
"I promise, your hole will heal. Do you know that stuff I placed on it?"
"Yeah."
"Well Elle, that'll help heal your hole." I said. "Eddy, it feels better." Said Elle. "Well that's a good thing." the drier beeped.
"Well that's your wash. Do you want some pull-ups?" I asked.
"Yeah Eddy, I would."
I got Elle clean pull-ups, and then handed them to him. I handed him also, his clean and dry wash. Well, dried. They weren't what you could refer to as dirty to start with.
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He placed on his double think underwear, overtop of the pull-ups.
And then, he sat on my clean EZ-Chair. His stomach had dried poop on it. "I think, you'd better wash my poop off of yourself. "I suggested. "Shower?" he asked. "Well, if you don't mind taking one with someone." I said. "No. I don't mind." he said. Upstairs we went, so as to take a shower. Into the first floor bathroom we went. I looked at him, and then smiled. I had never placed anything back on. He had to take off his clothes. He done so. And then I started running the water. I got in, and then had him get in too. I grabbed some shampoo, and then shampooed his hair, telling him when to close his eyes. I shampooed mine as well, and then stooped/crouched down to his height to rinse mine off. I kissed his lips while crouched. He didn't know what to do, but I didn't care.
I got out of the tub, and then helped him out too. As I did also, helping him to get into the bathtub. I grabbed a towel, and then wrapped it about his body. And then I wrapped one a about my own body as well. "Well, lets go and then eat." I said. "Without clothes?" asked Elle. "Well, place on your clothes then. I'll go get some clothes from my room for me. "I said. I retrieved a cloth diaper, and then placed night-pants on overtop. He figured his way to the kitchen, as I was about to lead him there. "Well, sit at the table, and I'll get you something to eat." I fixed him some dinner, with a special child's juice. I had some, cause I liked drinking it myself. I sat across from him to eat, and then, I placed on a movie for us to watch. The cable hookup was out do to the storm. It was merely luck, that the phones even worked. While watching, I turned on my one radio, and they were reporting a week until cleanup could really get underway all that well. I couldn't believe it at first, as my house was nearly untouched. I went upstairs, while Elle watched Pokemon 3. I looked out my one window, to my dismay, half of my other neighbor's house was in about 5 different trees. What was left of it that is. The neighbor behind my house, had just their basement left. One of the twisters picked up nearly the whole house, and took it... who knows where. I went back to my first floor, and then opened... tried to open my front door. I went to one of my front windows, and then realized, that's where my back neighbor's house was. The twister picked it up, and then dropped it onto my front-yard. I couldn't get out of my own front door. I went back to the sofa, and Elle had laid down on it. Though it was only 7-o-clock at night, he was asleep. I sat on my upstairs EZ-Chair at first, but then decided to go downstairs.
I went downstairs, and then worked on cleaning the other chair.
Then I went up and checked on the boy. At 9-o-clock, I carried him into the spare room, and then laid him down on the spare bed.
I went to bed myself. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, considering, they would probably be starting to clean my front yard for me. American FEMA, what ever the hell FEMA is, were coming to help. On the radio, they reported, that a team from America would be helping us. They also reported, it would be closer to a week, until the area would be open. And further there yet. Elle's mom had called, she wouldn't be picking him up for a full week. Now of course I liked this. This meant, I could abuse his anus again. Half bunny 19-year-old, that's who I am. Doing things I shouldn't be doing. Morning came, and he got up just before I did. He came to my room, and then woke me. "Eddy. Hey Eddy, they doing something to house." skipping a few more words then usual, as they were tearing apart my neighbor's house. "Hey you, good morning. "I said. "Hi. Someone is doing something in your front yard." said Elle. "Well lets go and then hava look." I said, as I got outa bed. I was wearing the same thing as I placed on last night. "Hey there you two, we'll have this cleared out for you soon." said this guy with the letters FEMA on his shirt. "What happened here?" I asked. "A tornado picked it up, and then let it down on your yard." he said. It was what I expected, but I wanted to hear it from someone else. "Nice looking boy there."
"Huh?, oh. He's not mine."
I said.
"Oh, just a friend then."
He said.
"I guess you could say that."
I said.
"Oh... well I get it. But he seems a bit young for it."
"Young for what!?"
I was a bit nervous.
"It doesn't matter, it is none of my business."
I felt a bit relieved, as he knew... but he didn't wanna say anything. I went back inside, and then locked my door.
"So, what would you care to do today?"
I asked.
"I don't know."
There came a knock on the door. I opened it. It was that same man.
"I am sorry to bother you like this, but I wanna check the boy."
He said.
"He's fine, he doesn't need checked."
I said.
"I know. I would still really like to see the boy's anus though, see how it's doing."
He said.
"Please then, don't tell no one."
I said.
"Oh, but I won't, close and then lock your door. I really don't want them out there seeing me checking the damage on the boy's ass."
He said. I did as I was asked. I wanted to push him out, and then slap the door on his face. But, but I invited him in.
"Yeah okay, go ahead and then check."
I said.
"Oh, but I wanna do a little more then check... unless his current abuser doesn't wanna give him up."
He said.
"Elle, go and sit on the sofa. And then take off your clothes whiles there." I said, as I grabbed the man's crouch.
"What are you doing?"
"I just wanted to check, to see how big you seem."
I said.
"Don't worry, it'll probably fit."
He said. He walked over to Elle, and then looked over his body.
"Well?"
I asked.
"He's nice." he said. He stripped off his own clothes, and then began rubbing his penis against the boy's penis.
"Let me see that anus of yours."
He said. He grabbed the boys ankles, and then looked between his legs.
"The damage you done isn't too bad, for another go around."
He said. The boy remained spread eagle, as the man approached his anus. The half bunny wiggled his penis against the boy's anus.
"Mind if I masturbate while you do that?"
I asked.
"Oh not at all. Watch closely too, as I do this right."
He said.
"And I did it wrong?"
"In a way, you did."
He said. He wiggled a little more, and then spread more Vaseline onto his penis, as he very slowly penetrated his anus.
"See, take your time to enter."
He pressed some more.
"I, eh, haven't peed yet."
Said the boy.
"It's okay, pee on my sofa if you feel like it."
I said. I pressed my penis at Elle's mouth. Elle accepted it, and then started sucking the knob of my soon to be erect penis. The FEMA man penetrated his anus, and then started pumping his anus. The boy peed a little, as he moaned a bit.
"That's it Elle, suck and do not use any teeth."
It wasn't too hard for him to do that, as he was still more gums then teeth anyways. His mouth felt good to my penis, as I was facing the FEMA guy. "Yeah Elle, take my penis." said the FEMA guy, as he pumped Elle's anus. Elle peed a little, as the FEMA guy thrusted in and then out of Elle's body. Elle groaned and moaned, as he sucked on my crouch, taking the FEMA guy's crouch in his ass. He couldn't say anything, but was enjoying it some this time around. I pressed in some, causing Elle to gag a little, and then pulled back out. Seeing that he could take it again, I pressed into his mouth further again. He gagged some every-time I did.
The FEMA man pressed all the way in, as Elle squirted piss some. He was groaning constantly, as he was in piss orgasm.
In and out of Elle's mouth I went, feeling further orgasm each and every time. "Ohh Elle, that's a boy." I said, as he gagged on my penis. "Ohh yeah, he's doing a great job there." said the FEMA guy. "I am gonna cum." I said. "Then cum, I am gonna cum too soon." Said the FEMA guy. "Yeah, I ah, am cumming." I said, as my cum squirted into the boy's mouth. "Eh, that's it boy, take my cum." said the FEMA guy, as I assumed, he too spit his cum. He pulled outa the boy's anus. "That was good boy." said the FEMA guy. "You stay quiet about this, okay boy?" I asked. He nodded his head. We cleaned up, and then the FEMA guy went outside, to finish his job. The boy and I sat in front of t he TV, and then watched what ever would come in on my satellite.
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(FIN!) | FSE |
Title: Excerpt from Loves Ghost by Heart Dragon
Tags: Heat, Horse, M/F, Masturbation, Solo, Vixen, Voyeurism
Tim gulped. The look his new tutor had given him wasn't all that harsh but Tim was finding it didn't take much from this well mannered, kindly, leopard to make him squirm when he knew he'd done something wrong.
"I swear I was going to do the homework but I just couldn't find enough information to finish the paper last night." Tim said half truthfully. He'd spent two hours last night chatting animatedly with Samantha on the new computer and realized only after she'd signed off to do her own homework that he'd left his until very late. She'd gotten on just after she got home from school and had signed off at about six o'clock but for Tim it had been midnight when he realized he still needed to write a five page paper on the pivotal battles of world war II that he'd barely started when he'd seen her name pop up in Q-Chat, the text messaging program they had agreed to use.
Mr. Silvestie wasn't buying it in the least and he let it show. "Alright, but since you must have managed to get nearly done tonight you'll have to finish the other assignment as well as tonight's homework and I'll expect them both to be turned in tomorrow morning."
"Ah but..." Tim started, but the look the teacher gave him made him shut his mouth with a snap. Tomorrow was Saturday and he normally wouldn't have needed to hand in any homework until Monday morning meaning he could have put both assignments off until Saturday afternoon and had plenty of time to finish them. Instead he'd have to work half the night (which he could afford to do on a Friday) to finish the assignments to hand in tomorrow morning instead. "Yes Sir." He said instead of finishing his previous thought.
The tutor sighed and nodded. "Alright then, since my lesson today for our last subject was to go over your paper and fill in any blanks I believe we can stop here for today. Your homework is to do the even problems at the end of chapter two in your algebra textbook. You have to show your work too don't just bring me the answers and expect me to let you get away with it."
Tim nodded morosely. Algebra was his worst subject ever and this was his first year to study it. At least the first few chapters were just basic stuff to bring him up to speed with what he'd already studied in previous math classes. It had just a bit of the new stuff thrown in to give him an idea of how difficult it was going to be. The pace his tutor was setting was actually rather slow considering that he'd missed a good portion of the first month of school. Instead of trying to cram everything in they were going to continue classes for an extra month into the summer vacation to make up for the lost time.
"Off with you then." The tutor said as he noticed Tim was still sitting there looking downcast. "You can probably save yourself from having to stay up all night if you use the extra time from class to get through with that paper. Then you'll just have the problems to complete after dinner."
Tim rose and shouldering his backpack left the library at a walk. He broke into a run once he was out of sight down the corridor. He climbed the stairs three at a time up to the third floor then hurried down the hall towards his room. He wanted to check his email for anything Sam might have sent when she woke up this morning. Since the difference was six hour when he rose at eight in the morning to get to class by nine it was still two o'clock so he wouldn't get anything she might have sent before she went to school until he was out of class for the day.
As he trotted up the well-carpeted hall and turned the corner into the corridor where his room was, he noticed one of the doors along the hall was slightly ajar. This was unusual because nobody but the maids ever came up here unless they were asked too and since it was Friday the maids should all have been somewhere in the west guest wing of the house doing the quarterly cleaning of the rooms there. Even though nobody lived in the west wing the sheets were changed, the rooms aired, and the furniture dusted.
He could hear muffled voices, one female and one male, coming from the room, as he got closer. He was no longer running and the carpet in the hall muffled his footsteps as he approached. Before he could start making out what the occupants were saying the voices stopped and for just a second nervous that the rooms occupants might come out and find him lurking outside the door he made to look as if he was just passing by.
He moved to the other side of the door and when nobody appeared he stepped up to it and peered through the crack. Since there was light spilling through out into the hallway he wasn't very concerned that his shadow would show up in the room so he stuck his head almost inside intending just to peek for a second. What met his eyes caused him to stop dead and stare.
Directly across from the door was a four-poster bed much like the one that had stood in the room he'd stayed in on his first night in the house. The bedspread had been casually tossed on the floor to one side. Leaning over the figure of a white furred ermine that looked only a little older than Timothy was, and who looked rather befuddled to boot, was Kelly the vixen. She had discarded her clothes somewhere out of sight and was leaning over the ermine wearing nothing but the silky smooth red and black fur god had bestowed on her at birth.
He tail was raised as she bent down near the ermine's throat. Tim couldn't see what she was doing there but since the ermine looked rather more confused than anything Tim decided she wasn't likely attacking him. His attention didn't remain on the ermine, who was still clothed in a casual butlers suit, for long anyway. Kelly was growling low and quietly as one of her hands stroked her own very swollen looking vagina with two fingers as she crawled slowly on hands and knees onto the bed to straddle the ermine.
"Uh..." the ermine's voice shook a little with anxiety. "Kelly... there's bound to be someone coming soon, are you sure this is a good idea?" he said in a squeaky, nervous, sort of whisper that Tim would have expected more from a mouse than the white ermine.
Kelly growled menacingly obviously getting tired of the ermines complaining. "Nobody is going to be coming anytime soon. The boy will be in class another hour at least and the other maids and butlers are off in the west wing. As she spoke her voice shifted noticeable from the menacing growl to a softer whine of pleading as she ground her crotch against the growing bulge in the ermine's pants.
As the ermine relented and began removing his shit and Kelly began unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off Timothy noticed a tangy scent on the air, coppery and mineral in essence. He wondered for a moment where it was coming from but was distracted as he realized his jeans were becoming an uncomfortably tight fit.
The bulge of his member was apparent as it lengthened down the leg of his pants and his eyes opened wide as he remembered the swollen, almost red vulva he had seen Kelly rubbing as she stalked onto the bed. She's in heat, he thought, almost absently, as he turned back to the crack in the door to continue watching. One of his hands, almost without his control, was already unbuttoning his jeans.
The ermine had lain back again on the bed, now fully undressed his large pink sex bounced up and down against his belly leaving a little wet spot on his fur. Kelly was straddling him again, this time with her rump pressing into the ermine's muzzle. She was gasping slightly as the ermine's hands came up to cup the curves of her rump and she lowered her head slowly, eyes half closed, towards his bobbing shaft and took it in her muzzle with a small whine of pleasure.
One of her hands held his penis, stroking the portion not in her muzzle, as her other hand cupped one of her breasts teasing the erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Timothy's shaft hung heavy and hard as he watched the two rocking against each other and squeezed his balls in one hand while the other slowly stroked the head of his cock his eyes were half closed as the scent surrounding him caressed the sensuality portions of his brain and nerves which would normally have lain dormant sent little shocks up his spine as his thumb rubbed softly against the opening at the tip of his shaft.
Kelly's hips were thrusting hard against the ermine's muzzle now and her stroking of his shaft had ceased as shivers of pleasure went up her body and her back arched with them. She was panting hard and Timothy could she that her eyes were glazed over with the pleasure not even seeing him though she was looking strait at the door where his face should be plainly visible. She barked sharply and turned on all fours suddenly pulling her rear away from the attentions the ermine had been lavishing on it.
Now that her rear was facing him and her body was no longer in the way Timothy could see fluids coursing down the vixen's thighs and matting the ermine's muzzle all the way down to his jowls.
Timothy shivered with delight as he got another look at the vixen's now slimy, red, and swollen tunnel still open slightly from the ermine's ministrations, revealing a lighter pink depth. He began stroking the entire length of his shaft rhythmically as the vixen crawled on her hands and knees into a better position away from the edges of the bed turning sideways to Timothy's view with her face away from the crack in the door.
The ermine had risen to his knees and his saliva slicked cock dangled in front of him like a pointer to heaven. As the vixen raised her tail the ermine was ready and grasping the tail's base he frantically, with the enthusiasm of the inexperienced, thruster towards her hot silky sex hole.
He missed on the first two thrusts his penis slipping between her legs. On the third he entered her like a battering ram squealing with frantic pleasure as the scent of her heat drove him into a passionate spurt of humping. The vixen, swollen as she was, didn't care of the ermine's inexperience with vaginal intercourse, all her most sensitive places were extra-sensitive now and the ermine was hitting enough of them. She yipped loudly over and over again as the ermine's balls slapped against her rump, splashing slightly in the fluids flowing down her thighs.
Timothy wondered that the yipping of the vixen wasn't going to bring the whole house but then realized that from the third floor where they were it was unlikely anyone would hear the noise much less come to find out who was making it. His own stroking had increased in speed as the pair in the room did. The sensation of pressure building in his lower belly was rising and he slowed the stroking slightly to hold off his orgasm until the pair had also finished.
As he watched the vixen suddenly gasped in ecstasy, eyes closed and body going rigid, as a gush of fluids burst from her hole to run in sticky streams down the ermine's legs and soaking his sack. He grunted in pleasure as he continued thrusting while the vixen's muscles flexed around his shaft driving him to the edge.
Timothy, watching the vixen's juices soak the ermine's fur and the sheets as well, let the tension that was building in him finally release. His eyes closed as his hand squeezed his cock as it stroked up to the flaring head and back again quickly. His other hand cupped in front of him to catch the cum as it shot from his penis filled suddenly with a hot, sticky, white mess as his orgasm crashed around him causing his hips to thrust forward involuntarily. He opened his eyes quickly to watch again at the crack in the door as his cum continued to spurt into his open palms. He wanted to see the ermine cum.
The ermine's breathing intensified and his thrusts lost their smooth rhythm and became erratic muscle spasms as his orgasm overcame him. The vixen, just recovering from her own orgasm, which had been exacerbated by the ermine's continued wild thrusting throughout, suddenly squealed. In surprise rather than ecstasy this time it appeared as she yelled at the ermine and dropped to her stomach suddenly to get him off of her.
"You idiot!" She cried as she dropped to her belly. "Don't cum in me! I'm in heat!" She yelled.
She was too late. Even as she dropped Tim could see a spurt of his cum only half finished within her soak the lips of her vulva as his cock came free. It was a weak spurt and obviously one of the last of his orgasm as only two more small ones followed it landing on the fur of her butt as she lay there still panting in terror, fury, and the afterglow of her orgasm.
Timothy sensed something coming that he would not want to witness as the ermine began speaking in a faltering hesitant voice. He didn't listen only turned and hurried down the hall towards his room and the adjoining bathroom, his half-flaccid penis flopping and his hands full of his own seed.
As he reached his door he heard a shriek of anger from the vixen behind him from within the room. He realized suddenly that with both hands covered in his cum he wasn't going to be able to open the door without leaving a good deal of it on the doorknob, and probably the carpet as well.
He didn't let himself think about it long knowing that if either the vixen or ermine caught him out here like this with his penis hanging out and cum in his hands he would be in trouble. Not the kind of trouble his mother would likely be involved in, but trouble all the same.
Without giving it much thought he raised his cupped hands to his muzzle and began gulping down his own seed. It had a sweet mineral taste to it that was complemented by the smell of the vixen's heat still lingering in his nostrils. He swallowed three mouthfuls before his hands were empty then licked what remained off the fingers of his right hand before reaching for the doorknob and rushing into the room.
He resisted the urge to slam the door shut as fast as he could behind him and pushed it too slowly and quietly watching through the crack until the last second to see if the shadow of either of the other room's occupants would appear in the hall. Then the door clicked shut and he slumped heavily against it breathing heavily with relief.
After a time he went into the bathroom and washed both of his hands then brushed his teeth thoroughly. When he was done he changed into clean boxers and a pair of shorts before sitting down at his computer and checking for any messages. Sam hadn't sent anything but he went ahead and wrote her a short message telling her that he wanted to chat with her later that night about something he'd seen today. Once the message was sent he sat back in his chair and sighed. Perhaps Sam would be turned on by the story and they'd have a little cyber-sex tonight.
He smiled at the thought and hit the send button. He wouldn't get a reply until her named appeared later on his Q-talk screen so he left the computer running and picked up the bag he had deposited near the door when he had re-entered. He'd almost forgotten it was on his back as he watched the couple in the room down the hall.
He settled down to his paper on world war two and began reading the last couple of paragraphs he'd written the previous evening. His mind wasn't in it. He was thinking about that wonderful and terrible night with Sam. He smiled as his mind wandered over the memories and his pencil slid from his hand to roll across the desk and onto the floor, the paper forgotten for the moment. | FSE |
Title: Measuring My Cum Ch. 05
Tags: mom, son, milf, older woman, younger man
I felt something slap against my butt cheek, and then again a couple of times. It felt like a hand. I woke up with a jerk. I had drifted off to sleep, only for a few minutes it seemed, as I lay naked on my bed whilst mom had finished her shower. Now she stood over me next to the bed. She had a bath towel wrapped around her, and had been slapping my naked butt with her hand to wake me up.
"This will never do young man," she said sternly. "It's almost 10.30. Why haven't you put any clothes on?" I had drifted off to sleep on my side, so mom must have had a good view of my ass and back whilst she slapped me. As I turned on my back, to now face her, I saw her looking at my balls and dick again, which, for now, was still limp. She licked her lips again. As before, I was sure she was not aware she was doing this and it was almost an involuntary action.
"Oh, sorry mom," I said, apologetically. "Must have drifted off to sleep. I felt a bit sleepy after cumming twice in the bathroom, and lay on the bed for a few minutes to recover, that's all."
"Oh," replied mom more calmly, apparently pacified at my explanation.
"Well, I hope you remember what I said in there. We have some serious talking to do later. I'll probably think things over whilst I'm out. Make yourself breakfast after you put your clothes on. I'll be going straight out when dressed."
As she spoke about dressing, I had a sudden idea.
"Mom, I'm not really in the mood to go out today, now. I think I'll just stay at home all day. I was wondering...er...well...as I'm going to have to dress and undress a few times later when we have our, ...you know...sessions, ...it would just be easier if I...er, ...I mean, ...if I just wore say, my boxer shorts, and that dressing gown I got a couple of years back. You know, the one I've hardly worn. Maybe I could wear it around the house with just my boxers on underneath to save bother. After all, you have seen enough of my body by now."
Mom looked at me in silence for a moment, as if she was considering what I had just said. After a pause, she said, "Well, I guess it doesn't matter if you do, and it would save us some time. As long as we've got no guests coming over, I'm ok for you to dress like that. But only whilst we are having to do our sessions mind, and back to normal after this is hopefully all over," she said in a firm tone. "And, I guess it will save a bit on the laundry," she added, in a more relaxed way, and as if she was giving herself another reason to agree to my request.
With that she started walking out of my bedroom, still with the bath towel wrapped around her.
I lay back on the bed for a moment again. I didn't know where I'd got that idea all of a sudden, and the courage to say it! It just seemed to happen!
I was referring to a 'house-gown' I had bought a couple of year's back -- one of those impulse buys. It was like a dressing gown, but made of fine, smooth fabric, which I couldn't remember the name of, dark blue in colour with an embroidered design over the back. It was really designed for the 'man' who liked to lounge around at home without much on underneath after a shower or bath. Looking back, I don't know why I'd really bought it, except it looked nice in the shop. Mom had refused to let me wear it around the house when she was around, being the prude she was (or I had thought she was), so it had ended up folded up and unused, in my cupboard.
But now, it seemed appropriate enough to wear it, and the circumstances were right! Mom had agreed, and that was great. I got up, slipped on a pair of loose fitting, comfy boxer shorts, and rummaged around in my clothes cupboard until I found the gown.
I put it on and looked at myself in the long mirror in the corner of my room. The gown still fitted me well, going down to just above my knees, and was very comfortable, with a tie-belt around the middle. The fabric was not quite silk or satin, but still smooth and luxurious feeling. The dark blue colour was quite alluring and stylish! I almost looked like some rich guy lounging around at home! I smiled at my reflection in the mirror and posed a bit, and then decided to go down to get some breakfast.
Mom came into the kitchen not long after. She was fully dressed with some make up on, looking ready to go out. She was wearing a beige coloured, fine corduroy skirt, and light brown, lambswool, v-necked sweater, which was quite clingy and showed off the size of her large boobs well. Although the sweater was a v-neck, it sat quite close to her neckline, so only a little part of bare skin under her neckline showed. I could make out the top of a fine gold necklace around her neck, which she sometimes wore when going out. She looked quite nice and 'lady like', and it excited me to see her like that, knowing that I had seen her completely naked not long before.
She looked at me up and down in my house gown for a moment, but didn't say anything, and then put some money on the kitchen worktop.
"I have to do some shopping," she said, pouring herself a short coffee. "I had something to eat earlier, so I'm off now. Here's some money for lunch. Order yourself a pizza or something," she continued. "And see if you can tidy up a bit whilst you're at home, instead of being lazy. Bye." And with that, she took a final sip from her coffee cup, turned and went.
"Bye, mom," I said, as she walked down the hall.
I heard her slam the front door shut and the car starting.
As I sat at the kitchen table, I thought back to what mom had said in our session in the bathroom. It had been a real turn on for me, seeing her completely nude for the first time. And she had let me play with her wonderful butt for a few moments! Fuck! But she had also sussed out my desires towards her body. I felt a little like I had been caught thinking something I shouldn't have. But I just couldn't help my sexual urges! I was a red bloodied male at 18 and seeing her nude body was just a complete turn on for me! The fact that it was my mom...well that just seemed to make it a little more exciting for some reason. Maybe it was the closeness and trust of the relationship.
I wondered what she would do now, and if she would become more strict. But she had also said something about increasing the frequency of our sessions to see just how much I could cum. It was confusing, and felt a slight headache come on as I thought about it. I decided it wasn't worth getting a headache over. There was no point, and I guess I'd find out soon anyway what she was going to do about our sessions when she got back home.
The ache in my balls had eased a bit as I'd cum twice that morning, but I knew it would start up again in an hour or two and I'd be ready to cum with mom, hopefully, still helping. My dick stirred a bit at the thought.
The next few hours seem to fly by. I did a bit of tidying up in the kitchen and living room as mom had asked, as I thought it best to get her in a good mood for when she came back. Then I ordered a nice large pizza and a bottle of coke, all to myself.
After eating, I watched TV. A couple of friends phoned whilst I was watching, and we chatted about this and that. They had no idea what was happening between me and mom at home, and it was going to stay that way.
At around 3pm, I heard mom's car pull into the driveway. I didn't fancy going out in my gown to help her with the bags (and she probably wouldn't want the neighbours to see me like that), so I just opened the front door and picked them up to take into the kitchen, as she placed them inside our porch. They looked mostly like groceries, but there were a few other nicer looking bags, which I didn't see into, which looked like mom had gone downtown to the main shopping mall to buy something.
Mom came in and closed the door. She had a serious look on her, but looked pleased when she saw I had tidied the place up a bit.
"You've done some housework I see, Jacob," she said, looking at me up and down in my gown like she had done earlier in the morning.
"Yea, mom, it's the least I can do right now, as you've been...er....helping me....you know."
Mom looked away from me and got on with sorting out the groceries and her other bags. "I'm going to make myself something to eat," she said, all serious again. "Do you want anything?"
"No," I replied. "I ordered pizza while you were out."
"Well, go and do something for a while and I'll give you a call when I'm ready for our little chat I mentioned we'd have."
"Ok, mom," I said a little nervously, and went off to my room.
I decided to read a book to take my mind off things. After about an hour, I heard mom call me.
I went downstairs and found she was at the kitchen table.
"Sit down" she said.
I pulled up a chair next to her at the table and sat down.
My eyes wandered to her boobs momentarily as they stuck out of her tight fitting sweater, and then back to her face. I think she noticed.
"Jacob, I had a good think whilst I was out today," she started. "Although I had initially agreed to give you some stimulation to help you to cum for medical reasons, it seems that seeing my body has raised some sexual urges in you."
She paused for a moment.
"Now, thinking it over," she continued, "I realise it's only natural for you to react like that, seeing a woman's body in real life for the first time, even if it's the body of your mother. If we hadn't had to go through this routine as Dr. Taylor had suggested, I'm sure you would not have developed such urges towards me, as I am your mother."
I nodded in agreement, going along with what she had said. It sounded good so far, and better than I'd expected. And I wasn't stupid enough to say I had lusted after her body for some years. Not at this point, anyway.
"So," she continued, "I've decided that I am prepared to continue giving you the stimulation you need."
"Thanks, mom," I said, smiling at her, and feeling slightly relieved.
"However," she continued, "From our session this morning, I can see that you do need to work out some of these urges, and it may be of some benefit to include in our sessions some extra activities which will help you to cum." She paused again, letting what she had said sink in.
I was still not sure what she meant.
"I think in order to be able to give Dr Taylor as much information as possible, we need to try to make you cum as much as we can, just to see where your limit is. So far we've stopped our sessions when you are comfortable, rather than seeing how many times you can actually cum. And also it's been a bit awkward during the week, as I'm at work and you're at college."
I looked at her still confused. "So, what do you mean mom?" I said a little hesitatingly.
"What I mean, is that, in order to stimulate you and help you cum as often as possible, over this weekend, I am going to give you constant visual stimulation."
I gulped.
"Er....ok," I said, again not really sure what she meant.
"Which means that I am going to wear clothes and other garments appropriate to do that. I went to some lingerie shops today and bought a few items that may help with our sessions."
Fuck! I couldn't believe what I just heard. A lump developed in my throat, I gulped again and my dick stirred.
"Oh," I said, all innocently.
"I may not wear the lingerie all the time, but I have some other clothes that may do the job in stimulating you," she continued.
My dick was coming to life as she spoke, tenting up in my boxer shorts a little, and because I was just wearing the gown and no jeans, I realised it would soon show. However my crotch was partly under the table, so mom could not see it yet.
"And, it may also help you to cum, to go along with some of your natural urges with regard to my body," she continued.
"Er, ...in what way mom?" I managed to say meekly.
"Well, you tell me what you might like to do when we are having our sessions and I will let you know if that is acceptable to me."
"You mean about touching you," I said.
"Yes, and perhaps a few other things which you may naturally feel like doing."
I swallowed again and my mouth was suddenly feeling very dry. My dick was semi hard now.
"But," she continued, "One thing is totally off limits. You may not ever penetrate me. That would be completely wrong."
I blushed deeply at her words, knowing that she had thought I wanted to do that to her. Fuck, yes I did, but mom knowing that at this stage, felt deeply embarrassing.
"Ok, mom," I said in a high-pitched, embarrassed tone, trying to make out it was no big deal. I felt a tinge of disappointment run through me.
"And one other thing, is that I may do or suggest other things which women normally do to turn men on, which will also help you to cum," she added.
"Like what? "I said, curiously.
"Well, we'll see," she said, a bit mysteriously. "Why don't we wait for our sessions and then it will be more stimulating for you."
As she spoke my mind became flooded with things I'd seen in porn movies or in pictures and I just couldn't imagine for a moment that what I had known as my 'prim and proper mother' doing those to me.
I blushed again and my dick was now raging up.
"Do you feel like you need to cum now Jacob?" said mom, looking down towards my crotch area under the table.
"Well..er....it just so happens mom, that...er...you know....talking about this has...er...kind of...got me going again," I replied.
"Well don't hide it," she said, standing up and pushing her chair along the floor a little so she could sit a bit closer to me and see my crotch area better.
"From now on, you must tell me whenever you are becoming turned on and hard by looking at my body, especially as I will be dressed more appropriately to stimulate you. You must tell me as soon as you get aroused, so that we can do what we can to try to get a sample. We must get as many samples as we can for Dr Taylor, to show her just how much semen you are producing. Is that clear Jacob?"
"Yes," I replied obediently.
"Now, take that gown off."
I stood up in front of her as she sat about a foot away from me. She immediately saw the tent under my gown where my dick was. I undid the tie in the middle of the gown and let it open at the front. My dick burst out, through the gap in the front of my boxer shorts, and pointed directly up at her, the piss slit showing.
She looked at it hard, leaned across and stroked it gently. "That looks nice and ready," she said smiling a little, but still quite business like.
I pulled my gown off completely, and put it on the back of the chair I had been sitting on.
I was now standing with just my boxer's on, and my hard cock pointing through them.
"As I am going to be giving you visual stimulation at all times everywhere around the house, there's no reason we should not be able to collect your samples anywhere too. I'm going to get the semen beaker."
Mom had kept the beaker on a shelf by the kitchen window. She walked over to it, picked it up and came back and sat on the chair in front of me.
"Take off your boxer's," she said in an almost schoolmistress sort of tone.
I pulled them down and kicked them to one side, and my hard cock raged up, as I stood naked in front of her in our kitchen. This really turned me on, being in our kitchen like this, even though mom still had all her clothes on!
"I'd don't want you to cum on my sweater or bra just in case I miss catching it, and we do need to give you as much stimulation as possible, so I'm going to take them off," she said, much to my pleasure.
Mom put the semen beaker down on the table next to us and pulled her sweater off over her head, and put it on the back of her chair. I saw she was wearing a black bra. Then still standing and facing me, she unclipped her bra from the back, putting on the chair over her sweater, and exposing her large hanging boobs, which flopped a bit as she did so. The fine gold necklace which I had noticed earlier, was still around her neck, and it made her look a touch more sexy, as her large swaying boobs hung down below it.
Seeing her like this in front of me, caused my prick to rage up further.
Then she sat back down on the chair so my cock was almost level with her face. Mom started stroking it up and down. As she did so I looked at the nipples on her boobs and the wide areole surrounding them. Boobs like that had always turned me on enormously in my porn collection, and here they were in real life. Fuck!
I wanted to suck on them, but I was still hesitant to do anything different to our routine so far.
"I did say to tell me what you naturally feel like doing from now on," said mom, taking her eyes off my straining cock for a moment and up at me.
I looked down at her, blushed a little, and said, "Er, ...well, ...I'd sort of like to...er...suck on them a little, ...if that's ok with you."
"Well, that sounds quite normal and natural," she said. "You may do so, as long as you don't bite hard on them. Be gentle."
I knelt down so as to be more at eye level with mom's wonderful hanging boobs, and firstly, squeezed and cupped them softly with my hands. Then, I gently licked around her left nipple and sucked on it, taking more of the boob into my mouth as I did so, whilst my right hand caressed her right boob. It felt fantastic and my dick jerked up even more.
Then I moved my mouth over to her right nipple and did the same, this time rubbing and caressing the left boob with my left hand as I sucked on the right one. Fuck! The sensation was mind blowing!
I had heard mom gasp a little whilst I sucked on and played with her tits. "You haven't done this for around 18 years," she said softly.
I was too busy sucking and licking on her boobs to reply.
Then, after a minute or two of this, she said, "Ok, that's enough for now, let me stroke your cock again."
I stood up and poked my hard on towards mom's face.
She licked her lips again. I wanted to ask her to suck my knob, but still felt too embarrassed to do so. Her mouth was close enough for me to feel her breath on the end of my prick. She seemed to be concentrating on my piss slit as she stroked along my shaft.
Then, although I wasn't feeling brave enough to ask her to suck on my dick yet, I had another idea, which I did feel brave enough to say. "Er...mom... can I rub it between your boobs?"
"Yes, that should be ok," she said, almost straight away, much to my relief.
She moved herself forward a bit towards the edge of the chair and held her boobs up towards me, one in each hand. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and started stroking it between the flesh of her boobs in her cleavage. Mom held each tit carefully and firmly in position, squeezing the flesh around my dick and looking down watching me slide my cock between them, and up towards her chin. Fuck, this was great!
As I continued, I could see pre-cum at the tip of my prick, and some of it went on her boobs as I slid between them.
"Go on Jacob, fuck my boobs and cum," said mom encouragingly, all of a sudden.
Fuck! I couldn't believe my ears! I'd never heard her use language like that, and it was really arousing.
I continued fucking mom's beautiful full boobs, watching my pole slide between the fleshy mounds, whilst she held them tightly over my prick, almost like she was making a tit-pussy for them!
"Go on fuck them," said mom again, encouragingly.
It didn't take much more of this, and before long I felt the cum rise in my balls.
"Ok, mom, I'm gonna cum....," I said out loudly to warn her.
Immediately, she let go of her boobs, and grabbed the semen beaker with her left hand. With her right hand, she started pumping on my dick, which was at full stretch, pointing it into the beaker.
The feel of her hand on my dick was ecstatic, and after just a few firm stokes I felt myself spurt.
"Uhhhhhhh......," I said out loud, as my cum flooded into the beaker.
Mom carried on pumping me, gripping my dick firmly and milking as much cum out of me as possible, whilst I was still hard.
After what seemed like ages, the cum waves finally stopped, and she let go of me. I flopped back onto the chair, feeling light headed and like I needed to sit down due to the high of my orgasm to recover.
"Fuck, that was good," I said with my eyes half closed, and almost automatically. Then, realising I had sworn in front of mom, I opened my eyes and said, "Oops, sorry mom, I couldn't help saying that."
"That's ok," she said, still looking at the semen-beaker. I can understand your relief. I don't mind, as long as you don't get too crude. It is natural. And I did encourage you in a similar way too, which is what women do sometimes to help men cum."
It felt great to hear mom say that and I relaxed a bit more. then I looked at the beaker like she was doing. It was about a third full again. I seemed to be cumming about the same amount each time, even though this was my third session of the day.
"I can't believe you're still producing this much, as it's your third time today," she said. "It's not biologically possible. Surely, you must end up producing less each time by the end of the day? As we've only had 4 sessions per day so far, whilst I was working in the week, I'm sure we can manage more, as it's the weekend. And I'm sure you'll dry up by the time I've finished with you today."
I listened in silence, still recovering.
"Well, I'm going to change into something suitable to keep you stimulated whilst around the house, she said. "Clean yourself up and keep just your boxer shorts on under your gown. She got up, still topless, her boobs swinging freely and sexily in front of her, grabbed her sweater and bra from the back of the chair, and started walking out of the kitchen to go up to her bedroom
"I won't be long," she added as she left.
I watched her ass sway in her skirt as she walked, and I gulped again.
Wondering what mom would come down wearing to stimulate me, and hearing she was going to be like that all weekend was enough to get me going! Fuck! This was all just so awesome!
*To be continued...* | literotica |
Title: House of the Rising Son
Tags: mother son incest, mother son sex, mother, son, milf, threesome
What is it about some families? Why is it that everyone likes to get up early except me?
Lie-in -- hah! Joking!
Hardly has the sun risen than there'll be a pattering of feet, a slamming of doors, a flushing of toilets.....and my peace will be well and truly shattered!
But fuck it -- why should I rush to get up?
Just because the rest of the family all seem to have jobs that start early.
Mum and Dad (Tina and George) both work down at the leisure centre -- Mum looks after injuries and Dad looks after muscles, if you see what I mean and they have to be there before the keep-fitters start arriving. My sister Sally, who's 19, is one of the Managers at a local supermarket and she always starts her shift at 7 o'clock while my brother Tony, who's 21, trains people how to sell and he has a two hour commute to work each day, so he's off early too.
And that just leaves me, Chris. I'm 23, so I'm the eldest offspring. And I don't have to get up early because I work from home -- I'm an IT specialist (so they call me) -- a computer trouble-shooter. Admittedly I occasionally do get called out early but by and large my day doesn't start until after everyone else gets to work and discovers they've got problems! Just occasionally I have to work away from home and then I stay away overnight at the company's expense -- but that doesn't happen all that often.
So why do I like to have a lie-in? Well, not to sleep, that's for certain!
But because when everyone's gone, I can have a nice leisurely wank and perhaps play around a bit while watching a decent bit of porn, that's why.
Yeah -- I'm always fuckin' horny but I never seem to find time to get myself a girlfriend. Well, I've had some but never really settled down with one. Still, my fist does the job well enough......well, sort of....
So this morning I lay there listening to all the noises the family usually made until eventually the door slammed for the last time and peace reigned. At last.....
Quietly I got up and had a pee -- I've got an en suite bathroom -- it was one of two built into the house when my parents bought it and they had the big bedroom with one and I got lucky with the other!
I turned on my laptop and while waiting for it to warm up I fetched out some tissues and my bottle of lube. I anointed my cock with some of the lube and began to work him up; almost eight inches of nice muscle with a nice big bell end once he's hard.
I slid my hand up and down, pulling my foreskin down off my knob; then pushing it right back again. Slowly he responded; then I stopped as I loaded one of my favourite porn DVDs. Fuckin' hot one -- loads of screwing; toys, water sports, incest, you name it! Well, no nasty stuff but everything else, I reckon.
I lay down on the bed with my arm resting on the folded pillow and with my laptop on the bedside cabinet and settled down to watch and wank. I skipped forward to one of my favourite bits, then left it to run while I wanked my penis.
For a while I just worked him up, teasing out the creases and getting him good and stiff -- and then, once he started throbbing, I really started to jerk one off.
'Might even cum twice today if I get in the right mood', I thought.
Slap, slurp, slap, slurp, slap, slurp went my hand as my fist banged down against my balls and then stropped my foreskin back up my shaft.
My eyes were glued to the screen....oooh yeah -- this is one of the good parts -- his sister catches him screwing his girlfriend and watches and then strips off and joins in.
I was really getting into it when I heard a noise. I stopped in mid stroke to listen -- it was my door knob turning!
And suddenly the door was pushed open and a voice said "Boo!"
"Ah -- shiiiiiit!" I exclaimed, my eyes rapidly casting around in a futile effort to find something with which to cover myself up -- completely forgetting the pillow I was leaning on.
Fuckin' hell -- here I was with a big lubed-up hard-on, watching porn and who's caught me -- it's Mum!
"Morning Darl......oh shit! Oooops!" she said, but she didn't leave the room -- she just stood there, transfixed.
There was sweet fuck-all I could do -- I was naked and all I had was a few tissues. I'd stripped the bed as usual so as not to mess up the duvet and my clothes were on the chair across the room.
I put my hand over my erection, but no way could I hide everything.
"Wow!" said Mum, her eyes gleaming, "Looks as if you're having fun! So this is what you get up to once we're gone is it?"
"Well yeah actually," I said, not really knowing what to say under the circumstances.
"Huh -- wish I had time to do that every morning," she said, "Be lovely! Great way to start the day off -- a nice orgasm!"
She closed the door behind her and moved nearer to the bed. My erection shrank rapidly as she approached.
"What are you watching then?" she asked, "Porn obviously, but is it any good?"
"What are you doing home, Mum?" I asked, trying to discover what went wrong with my morning's peace.
"Bloody car wouldn't start," she said, "So they've put me on a late shift and I'll start work at 4 this afternoon instead."
"Oh -- just wondered," I said lamely.
Without asking Mum came and sat on the bed where she could see the screen -- and where things were getting even more exciting. The lad, his girlfriend and his sister had now been joined by an older man (purportedly the Dad) and a huge four-way orgy was getting under way.
It was only now that I registered that Mum was still in her nightie with just a short bed jacket on over it and as she sat on the bed, her legs were uncovered right up to her crotch.
Rather to my surprise, Mum remained seated and continued to watch -- rather than perhaps making some rude comment -- and it wasn't long before I saw her slide one hand slowly between her legs.
My cock became erect again instantly as the situation reached my brain. Here was I in the nude, with Mum only just clothed beside me, both watching porn....and we were both getting aroused, that was obvious!
We watched the film for a few more minutes before Mum spoke.
"Carry on wanking Chris; you might as well," she said, "The film's got you hot again, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, it has," I replied as I rather shyly started to move my hand once more, "I like this bit a lot."
I saw Mum squirming around and her breathing had become a bit ragged.
"Do you?" she said, her eyes glued to the action, "Mmmmm! Love the idea of a nice foursome -- oooh, the possibilities!"
We continued to watch but now I recognised the scent of a hot female pussy adding to my own male muskiness and I realised that Mum was now hooked. The trouble was; what to do next!
Mum solved the problem -- well someone had to do something because the situation was getting serious. She stood up.
"Move back a bit -- get nearer the middle of the bed, would you, love?" she asked, "Then I can lie down where you are and we can both watch in comfort."
'Fuck' I thought, 'I'm about to be naked on the bed with my mother!'
It took just a moment for me to move and then Mum startled me again as she slid her bed jacket from her shoulders. Now she was standing there in just a diaphanous nightie that, quite honestly, didn't hide anything at all! Even her knickers were see-through!
'Dad, you're a lucky bastard!' I thought as I quickly checked Mum out.
What was she -- 45 now but still in prime condition. She'd kept her weight well under control and she'd been blessed with one of those hour-glass figures -- broad, but not fat hips, a slim waist and generous breasts and it all looked so good on her. She'd shaved her pubes, that I could see and she had a gold piercing at her navel and fuck me, she'd got a ring through one nipple AND I caught a glimpse of gold at her pussy! Wow! My penis was rock hard even without the help of my hand and had begun leaking copiously.
Mum moved up the bed and lay down on her side where I'd been, facing the laptop.
"Thanks love," she said, "Can you still see ok?"
"Yeah Mum -- no probs," I replied and now my view was even better!
Now I was watching the screen over a vista of gently rising and falling side-breast and the gorgeous sleek flanks of her back, waist, hips and bottom just inches away from my cock. I hardly knew where to look -- the film was almost forgotten.
A few minutes later, Mum was on the move again.
"My knickers are in the way," she said and without further ado she lifted her hips and slid her knickers down and off her legs, her foot catching and throwing them off across the room.
"Oooooh, that's better," she said, then she turned towards me, "You don't mind me joining you, do you?"
"Well, no Mum," I stuttered, "But.....what are you doing?"
Stupid bloody question, but I needed to hear her tell me exactly what she was doing so I knew how to proceed.
"You were having a wank, weren't you?" she said, looking back at me again and I nodded.
"Well, I like a bit of porn as well and so I'm going to have a wank with you," she said, confirming my suspicions.
I mean, it was pretty bloody obvious but now she'd said it, things needn't be so secretive.
I was silent for a little while until Mum spoke again.
"Look -- I'm going to stop this film while we sort this out," she said, touching the stop icon on the laptop.
She rolled over onto her back and was now squashed up against my front -- up against my erection too.
"What's the matter," she asked, "Are you scared of wanking with a woman beside you?"
"Yeah, well no -- but you're my Mum," I said, pulling my cock out from under her hip.
"You scared of me?" she asked, laughing.
"No -- but......" I started but she cut me off.
"I'll tell you what -- I'll get undressed too, then we'll both be naked," she said.
"Why?" I asked stupidly.
"Wouldn't you like to have a play with me dear?" Mum said.
Quite honestly she was already as good as naked but now she sat up, threw off her nightie and lay back again -- her exciting body completely exposed to me.
"Come here darling, come and touch me and I'll help you too," she said, reaching her hands out to me, "Come here -- start with my breasts, lover."
I leaned towards her and bravely enfolded both of her magnificent breasts in my hands -- each one was more than a large handful. Pushed together they formed a wonderful cleavage that had me immediately thinking of being able to slide my cock between her oiled breasts. My penis jerked with excitement and I felt Mum's hand land on him and hold him.
"Ooooh, who's excited?" she said, looking straight into my eyes, "Who's getting all wet and slippery?"
I felt her hand slide up and down my shaft while her thumb slid around my knob, obviously smearing my viscous precum over everything. It was so exciting that I'd forgotten about looking after Mum's tits as she now reminded me.
"Come on darling, get me going too," she said, "Squeeze my nipples; pinch them; chew them!"
I leaned down and sucked her nearest nipple into my mouth -- the one with the gold ring through it. Gently I squeezed it between my lips, savouring the texture and gorgeous womanly taste and the strange metallic feel of the ring while Mum moaned and continued to slide her hand up and down my cock.
"That's good darling," she said, "do it harder; chew it -- you used to chew them once upon a time!"
I obliged, gently holding her nipple between my teeth while running my tongue over it -- then I leaned over further and started on the other nipple. Mum groaned with pleasure.
"Oh yes darling, that's so good," she said softly, "Feel down here now, see how wet you've made me."
I put my hand down towards her pussy and slid my fingers down across her sleek stomach and over her equally smooth pubic mound. Mum was holding her breath as I approached her pussy and I realised that the hand holding my penis was still as well.
By way of a different approach, I slid one finger tip into her slit and immediately located her clit, which I strummed rapidly. Mum sucked in a quick breath; jerked her hips upwards and let out a long moan. Immediately her hand started to rub up and down my cock again.
"Ooooooooh fuuuuuck, you bastard!" she groaned, "Don't stop, you sod! Touch me again -- more, please!"
Her hips were now in motion, rotating her pelvis to find my finger once more.
"Get back there, please!" she cried, "Play with me, please."
Using my whole hand I cupped her pussy completely, the ball of my hand resting on her clit and my fingers at the base of her lips and slowly I bent my fingers and moved my palm around. Mum groaned as I began to apply pressure to her already excited sex organs and I allowed my fingers to part her lips. And as I did so they were immediately bathed in Mum's hot slippery juices -- her slit was simply awash!
Quickly now I moved my fingers upwards, passing the gold ring through her outer lip, until I found her hole. I pushed one finger into her, making her groan anew as I worked my finger in and out of her vagina.
This was fuckin' exciting -- I was getting off with my Mum and she was working me off too! Fuckin' great! With her hand on my cock, my mouth on her breast and my hand at her cunt, I was in heaven!
But Mum wanted more now.
"Do you want to make love to me?" she asked, "Please say yes, darling -- I can't wait to feel your cock inside me!"
Was I ever going to say no! No chance!
"Oh Mum, can I?" I asked, because quite honestly I was still somewhat in shock at the way things had happened so far, and to actually fuck Mum -- well, that would be like fuckin' shiiiiiit man!
"Move over a bit then," she said, "Let me get my legs apart, lover, then you can come up here between them."
Wow! I was up like a shot to let Mum take centre stage on the bed and I was soon kneeling in place between her legs, my drooling erection standing before me.
"I'm ready," said Mum simply, "Come on then -- fuck me!"
Gently I lowered myself until my body was held just above Mum's by my rigid arms and legs -- then slowly I lowered myself further. Mum watched me as my penis met her pubic mound and my chest met her breasts -- and then our lips met as well.
Now I'd fucked a number of girls in my time but somehow this was different -- this was a woman; a worldly one who obviously knew a thing or two about making love and I almost felt out of my depths for once.
But Mum helped, probably realising my relative inexperience.
"Come on darling, don't be afraid," she said, "Just let yourself go -- I won't bite!"
I reached down and located my cock and pushed him down until he lodged between her soaking, slippery hot lips. I let go of him and moved my hips around to slide him around and to soak him in Mum's lubricating fluids.
And then it was time to penetrate her -- to sink my penis inside the woman whose loins had produced the very penis that was now entering her.
"Coming in," I said, gently pushing upwards with my hips. My cock slotted into place and I felt the warmth of Mum's vagina enfold my knob -- it felt far, far sexier than any other vagina I'd ever been in.
Mum let out her breath as my penis slid further inside her until eventually his full length was settled where he belonged -- mere inches from the womb that created him.
"Ooooh that's lovely darling," said Mum, squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles, "Now come and kiss me while you fuck me."
I moved my head a few inches and our pliant mouths met; our lips wet and slippery; our tongues busy playing together and as we kissed, so both Mum's and my hips began to rock and heave. It felt incredible to be moving my penis around inside my mother's cunt; making her jerk and judder; making her groan and sigh; making her whole body respond to my actions.
Faster and faster we fucked; there was a spray of fluids coating our thighs and bellies as our bodies slapped together; there was a veritable cloud of heady sexual fragrance enveloping us and the room was filled with our cries as we brought each other towards a climax.
"Hang on Mum, we've got to stop," I cried after a while, slowing my pace, "You'll make me cum!"
"I know darling -- let it go! Cum inside me, lover," Mum said, "I'm nearly there too. I knew this one would be quick but I'm ready. So come on -- I'll beat you to it -- let's fuck!"
"Wow -- yeah Mum," I cried, immediately starting to pound my penis into her pussy again, "I'll make you cum when I cum."
Mum too picked up the pace again and this time I could sense that we were both getting close. Our actions were getting ragged -- we were both panting and sweating -- we were both uttering little cries of excitement -- we were both nearly there!
I think I was the first to reach the top -- suddenly everything just went rigid and a moment later a sudden explosion went off inside me as my orgasm detonated.
With a loud grunt I fired off my first round of high velocity spunk -- I felt it leave my barrel and blast a path right to the depth of my Mum's hole -- probably right through her cervix and into her womb.
"Aaaaagh!" I cried as another salvo let loose -- and Mum suddenly joined in!
"Oooooooh yesssss lover! Yesssss -- I feel it -- I feel it! Oh that's lovely! Oooooh -- cummming, cummmming!"
And underneath me, Mum's body was undergoing seismic shudders -- everything was in motion -- it was only my weight that kept me in place. Oh -- and my still rigid length of flesh; my anchor, buried firmly inside Mum's clutching, spasming hole.
Together we rode out the storm of orgasmic delights and gradually found ourselves collapsed in a heap, the pair of us hot, sweaty, panting hard.....and happy!
"Wowee!" I said, "That was some ride!"
"I should say so!" said Mum, her body still twitching from time to time, "But do you think you could get off me soon -- I reckon we're both a bit overheated now."
Without answering I lifted myself up and began extracting my penis -- a deed that I did as slowly as possible. Mum looked down her body at the inches of cock that were now appearing from inside her as I turned a simple act into a highly erotic spectacle. I teased her, leaving just my knob still embedded and I felt her hips pushing up at me again. Eventually my spunk-streaked knob popped into view, a long trailer of slime connecting him to Mum's hole for a while.
"Do you want him back inside?" I asked, teasing Mum as I moving my cock back to the entrance to her vagina.
"I'd love to, darling, but time's getting on. Anyway I only popped in here to let you know I was home," said Mum, pushing me away, "So, much as I'd welcome him again, it'll have to be another time."
My eyes popped open -- I hadn't thought of that aspect.
"Another time!" I cried in astonishment, "Really?"
"We've crossed the line now so what's to stop us?" said Mum, "Anyway that was good; that was a good fuck -- just what I needed and since I'm always getting horny, it'll be nice to know there's a different cock around for when your Dad's not handy."
And with that Mum rolled off the bed and stood up, her body heaving slowly as she breathed deeply. Sweat was clinging to her; her hair was coiled and twisted everywhere and was damp too; her abdomen and upper thighs were splashed all over with our combined juices and her cleft and her inner thighs were awash with streaks of grey-white cum. And to my eyes, she looked picture perfect!
'That's what a woman should look like!' I thought.
Mum broke my reverie.
"Bye darling," she said, blowing me a kiss, "I'm off for a shower, then I'm out shopping -- see you later, lover!"
Languidly I waved a kiss back to her as she shut my door and then I collapsed back on my pillow.
I shook my head slowly.
All this because I had a lay in!
'Fuck me!!!' I thought, moments before I dozed off.
For the next few days I made a point of waking when the rest of the family did, in the fervent hope that Mum would reappear at my door and although pretty well the whole family passed my door at least once each morning, no-one reappeared. I lay there on my bed, stark naked and with my erection pointing skyward in the vain hope of some action.....but nothing was forthcoming.
At least Mum was still talking to me, even if our tryst never came up in the conversation and, with other members of the family usually within earshot, I just couldn't say anything to Mum to find out the lie of the land.
So for four whole days I had to resort to my good old fist with nothing more enjoyable than a mess of hot spunk to clear up. Life was getting boring.......
And then, it was Sunday and today even I could have a lie in, but no, I awoke at some ungodly hour to find my Dad leaning over me.
"Morning," he whispered as he gently shook me.
"Hi..... Oh hi Dad," I managed to say, having been abruptly awakened from my sleep.
I pulled myself upright and reached for the glass of water by my bed. A quick mouthful cleaned away the taste of the night, even if the water was flat and stale. I shook my head.
"What's up Dad?"
"That's up!" he said, pointing to the tent my morning hard-on had erected.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed but Dad put his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry about it -- in fact keep it up!" he said as he sat down on the edge of my bed.
"Wh....? Why? What....?"I bumbled, still not being fully awake.
"I came down to your room to ask if you'd like to join us," said Dad, to my astonishment, "Yeah -- don't worry -- you'll enjoy it!"
I was obviously still looking perplexed, so Dad carried on.....
"Your mother and I have always been very open with each other, so I know she's always rather fancied you. Well, you've always been her favourite, so something was bound to happen eventually. So when your mother told me all about your bit of entertainment I wasn't in the least bit surprised really -- in fact, good for you, young man! Glad you measured up!"
All I could do at this moment was to release my breath, which I seemed to have been holding for ages.
"So -- so -- so what are you doing here then?" I asked Dad, despite him having told me a few moments ago.
"I'm here because your Mum's feeling frisky and because we don't have to rush today and because we thought perhaps you'd like to join in," said Dad, standing up, "Interested?"
And now that I was properly awake, I was VERY interested -- even if a bit scared.....
"Yeah!" I said excitedly and I threw back the duvet and leapt out of bed -- suddenly realising that I was in the nude, with a hard-on -- and that Dad would see it. I was instantly shy!
Dad had foreseen this scenario though.
"Hey -- nice cock!" he said, "Matching pair I reckon!"
And so saying he dropped his pyjama trousers to reveal his own erection waving before him.
I couldn't help but look -- I was captivated in a way by the first real-life hard-on other than my own that I'd ever seen close up.
Dad hitched up his pyjamas, walked up to me and faced me.
"Check 'em out," he said, dropping them again, "See -- near enough a pair!"
Side by side, our two penises matched to the nearest half inch. We were both uncut and we both had comparatively large knobs which, because of our excited state, were revealed and were both glistening in the morning sunlight.
"So," said Dad, "Are you ready? Keep it quiet though. Tony's gone out but Sally's still in bed -- but you know how heavily she sleeps, so we'll be ok. But keep the noise down anyway....."
"Does this mean that you're going to let me have sex with Mum again?" I asked, still a bit nervously.
"Definitely!" said Dad, "I'm relying on you to keep your Mum fucked whenever I'm knackered so I hope you've got plenty of spunk in there!"
So saying he grasped both our cocks together and squeezed them. My penis jerked and stiffened in his hand and I gasped from the sensation.
"Eager, aren't we?" he said with a big grin, "Come on then. Remember to keep it quiet."
"I need a piss first," I said as I headed to my en suite toilet and soon my bladder was emptied although I'm pleased to say that my erection remained.
Throwing my dressing gown on, together we trouped down the hall and into the big bedroom, in the centre of which was their super king-sized bed that I'd always been jealous of. But now I'd be able to use it too!
Dad shut the door behind us and locked it. Mum was nowhere in sight....
"Sweetheart," Dad called out.
"In here -- just had a shower," said Mum, "Just coming."
And a few moments later Mum came out of the shower room clad only in a big towel. She pulled her shower cap off, letting her auburn tresses tumble about her shoulders.
"Oh hello Chris -- lovely to see you," said Mum, coming across the room to kiss me. We linked lips and held the poise for a few moments to enjoy one another. Mum tasted wonderfully minty -- I doubt I tasted half as good!
"Would you like to help me dry off?" asked Mum, slowly undoing the knot that held her towel in place.
I glanced at Dad but instead of him frowning or otherwise objecting he held up his thumbs and winked at me.
"Get on with it," he said as he stepped out of his pyjama bottoms and cast off his jacket, "Or I'll do it for you!"
As he spoke Mum pulled the ends of her towel apart and dropped it on the floor and now she stood there before me, as naked as Dad was and taking the cue from her I shrugged off my dressing gown as well.
My cock, which had lost it's stiffness for a while now woke up again and promptly began to stand up as if to see what was worth getting excited about. With one look at Mum, he jerked into rigid stiffness. A bead of precum oozed from the tip and slowly, viscously, it lost its grip on my penis and stretched out until it reached the floor.
Mum licked her lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva -- she was obviously conditioned to the sight of a dripping cock in the same way that Pavlov's dog's had been conditioned to meals.
"Come on, I'll get cold just standing here," said Mum, "Get a dry towel for me and get drying!"
Dad was already coming to my rescue with a nice warm dry towel and so I set to work, starting on Mum's arms and shoulders.
Soon I turned her around so I could do her back and was able to enjoy her silky smooth skin as I traced her shoulder blades and then her spine. I followed it down to her curvy buttocks where I concentrated my efforts for a while, before moving down to dry her long luscious legs.
By the time I'd finished her back, Mum was positively purring.
"That's lovely darling, you're so gentle," she said and as she spoke she backed up towards me and with a little lift up onto her toes she was able to slot my penis into the cleft beneath her bum. She pushed back harder so I had to brace myself as my penis slid between her legs. She was still damp down there but it wasn't a lubricating dampness, so my cock kept sticking rather than sliding. But I got the idea -- and the promise that came with it!
I turned Mum around and went down to finish off drying her legs and feet. I dried between her dainty toes and up past her ankles; holding and caressing her calves and then drying around her knees. Soon I was up to her thighs but I wanted to save the tops of them for a bit later.....so I stood up to start again at her shoulders.
Mum moved forward this time and did much the same action as before, to allow my penis to slide between her thighs from the front this time. And this time he slid a bit more easily, causing me to look at Mum's face.
She was smiling happily and she blew me a kiss, which I caught from some six inches!
"You're getting me excited," she said as she moved her hips back and forwards, sliding her flesh over my cock.
"And me!" I replied, "I can hardly wait!"
Dad, in the meantime, had reclined onto the bed and now lay there playing with his erection.
"Nor can I Chris," he said, "Come on -- don't take all morning!"
On his prompting I stepped away from Mum, allowing my somewhat wetted penis to spring free of Mum's slot and cupping the towel in my two hands I raised them to Mum's breasts.
She let out a happy sigh as my hands clasped her tits and I need hardly add that instead of just drying them, I gave her breasts a good massage and squeeze until her nipples were standing hard and eager.
Mum's breath was coming faster as I moved downwards to her tummy whereupon I got down on my knees and then leaned forward and kissed her navel. I felt Mum shudder as I did so, so I pushed my tongue into her little cavity, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
My towel was almost superfluous now -- Mum was almost drying herself, such was her degree of arousal, but I used it as an excuse to just feel her creamy smooth body.
And finally I worked my way down to her abdomen and her pussy -- and by now the scent of her arousal was wafting around. I'd have a job keeping that part dry!
Firstly I made sure that there was no excess moisture on her thighs or belly; then I got her to spread her legs a bit so I could get my hand and the towel between them.
I was in heaven as I pushed my hand between her legs -- I was rubbing my hand across the bottom of her pussy and I could feel Mum's hips moving to facilitate contact between her slit and my hand.
She was now moaning quietly as I finished off my work between her legs and brought the towel up to her pussy itself.
"Open your legs a bit more," I asked and Mum quickly obliged.
I noticed that as she did so she tilted her hips forward to push her pussy nearer to me. I breathed in the erotic aroma -- my face was only a foot away -- I so wanted to kiss it!
Dad had been watching me and now he piped up.
"Get in there, son, lick her pussy!" he said, rubbing and rolling his balls, "Suck her clit! Get her nice and wet!"
Mum hummed her approval above me and not being one to disobey my parents I leaned forward and kissed her, right on her clit!
Mum sucked in a quick breath and a big smile crossed her face.
"You bastard!" she breathed, "I wasn't expecting that! Don't stop though!"
No way was I going to stop! I shuffled in a bit closer and wrapped my arms round Mum's bum, pulling her pussy to my face. With my fingers I spread her lips apart to reveal her glistening, slippery, swollen inner lips and her weeping vagina. Above it her clit now seemed to throb and jerk with her pulse; its hood pulled back as far as it would go.
I stuck out my tongue and ran the tip from one end of her slit to the other, ending in a quick twirl round her clit and Mum clamped her hands round my head to hold me close to her sex. It was all I could do to breathe now and every breath was suffused with Mum's wonderful fragrance. Nuzzling my face right into her cleft, I stuck my tongue as far unto her hole as I could, twisting and twirling the tip around inside her and enjoying the taste of her lubricating juices.
Above me, Mum was going ballistic -- her fingers were digging into my scalp -- her breath was coming faster and more erratically -- her body was twisting and jerking as my tongue sent wild sensations through her.
And then I felt her pulling me upwards -- by my hair it felt -- and in moments I was standing there before her once more, once again with my cock buried in between her legs.
"Fuck me, darling -- come and fuck me, you sod!" she groaned, kissing my face all over, "Get your cock up me, please."
In a few seconds Mum was laid out on the bed beside Dad -- her legs wide spread.
"Come here Chris, get him in -- now!" she groaned, "Don't waste time -- just put him in me -- I'm going to cum in a moment!"
I scrambled onto the bed and slid between her legs, my face landing on her tummy. Mum's arms stretched out to me, entreating me to move up her body.
Planting a sloppy kiss on her tummy I slid my body up, up, until I felt my penis make contact with her flesh.
"Hurry, hurry -- I'm going to cum!" cried Mum, "Get him in me now!"
I reached down between us and positioned my cock where I believed her hole was and just pushed. There was a brief period when nothing happened; when our skins stuck and wouldn't slide and then Mum's lubrication did its work and my penis just plain disappeared inside her.
Almost immediately Mum began thrashing about; her hands clawing at the bed sheets. I could feel her cunt gripping my cock; squeezing and caressing it, sucking and grasping at it as she approached her climax.
Beside us Dad had put one hand on Mum's breast, playing with her nipple while the other hand kept up a steady up and down action on his cock. He beamed happily at me.
"You've got her going!" he said, "She'll come like a bucking bronco in a moment -- hang on tight!"
Quickly I started sawing my cock in and out of her hole; her tightness rubbing over the ridge around my knob; her copious lubrication counteracting the pressure between our bodies.
I started slamming my cock into her -- I too was eager to cum and eager too to enjoy Mum climaxing on my cock and soon we were both panting wildly.
"You cumming?" I asked between breaths, "I won't be long -- please cum!"
"I am -- I am," groaned Mum, "Just getting there. Nearly there -- oh yes -- oh yessssss! Oooooooh!"
"Yeah -- yeah -- yeah!" I grunted in time with my thrusts, "Come on then, Mum, cum with me!"
"I am, darling -- oh ooooooo!" she howled, "Ooooooooh yesssss! Yesssss!"
Together we hit the heights; just as Mum peaked, so did I -- one last crescendo of rapid thrusts and a final breath hold -- and I was cumming!
"Ah, ah, Aaaaaaaaah!" I cried as the floodgates opened and my spunk began erupting. Deep up inside my mother, my incestual cock was discharging volley after volley of hot sticky sperm into her tight but remarkably capacious vagina.
"Oooooooohhh!" I cried as a powerful spasm sent another load spurting from my penis.
"Aaaaaagh!" cried Mum as her body shook and turned to jelly beneath me.
With that last eruption I too collapsed; my body sinking onto the quivering wreck that was my mother's body. Together we lay there, getting our breath and energy back.
And beside us Dad was still gently stropping his cock, its head gleaming with his lubricating precum.
"Nice one Chris!" he said, "Couldn't have done better myself!"
I smiled at him and looked down at Mum. She too was smiling, but instead of her face being all serene like Dad, it was wreathed in sweat and tangled hair. Her cheeks were glowing red -- but she looked incredibly happy!
"Was that ok?" I asked and Mum smiled and nodded her head.
"Yes darling," she panted, "Brilliant! What a great start!"
"Yep -- my turn next," said Dad, "Let your Mum recover first though. Get off her and take a break."
I levered myself from my comfy bed, feeling the cooler air of the room circulate between our bodies. My cock seemed reluctant to leave his nest and when he finally did emerge, a long streamer of sticky spunk continued to connect him with Mum's hole just as before, until she wiped it away.
I slumped down on my side onto the bed alongside Mum and leaned forward to kiss her nipple. She lightly slapped me away.
"Lay off! I need a break!" she panted, "Hey -- didn't you make me wet! Get me a towel darling."
Fortunately from where I was I could reach one of the towels I'd dried Mum with and I handed it to her. She slapped it between her legs and clamped them together.
"Phew!" she said, "That was good!"
While we rested, Mum now with a hand on each of our penises, I was curious to know why I'd suddenly been added to their sexual activities and Dad explained.
"Well son, when I was your age my mother let me have sex with her," he told me, "I don't think she meant to really -- we went to visit her parents and she got back into the wrong bed when she got up in the night. And I didn't really mean to have sex with her but when she climbed in with me, her bottom just pushed up against my erection and it just happened from there. She said that she thought that my Dad had been woken by her getting up and had become horny, so she'd let him carry on. Only it was me instead."
"Wow!" I said, "But a one-off like that, a sort-of mistake, doesn't make you go on having sex, does it?"
"Well, no but did your Dad say it only happened the once?" said Mum, winking at me, "The randy sod had her as often as he could from there on!"
I looked at Dad and he had a big silly grin on his face...
"And I had much the same experience; only it was with my brother," Mum continued, "We too went visiting but we had to share a bed -- and you know what happens then! And we sort of got to liking sharing a bed, if you know what I mean!"
"Bloody hell," I exclaimed, "You were a horny lot, weren't you!"
"Still are," said Mum, beaming happily, "Nothing much changes!"
"Yeah but why am I having sex with you again, Mum?" I asked.
"Simply because we enjoyed our incestual experiences so much that we both agreed that it would be good to bring you into bed," said Dad, "Not complaining are you?"
"No way" I said, feeling my cock stiffen as Mum's gentle touch started to become firmer.
Dad saw my cock rise under Mum's working fist and held a finger up.
"My turn," he said, his erection extended before him, "I've got a load here that's been waiting to be let out for ages, so come on honey, here comes Daddy!"
"Ooooh yes darling, I'm ready now," she said, "Take me from behind so Chris can see you going in and out."
She rolled onto her side facing me and I could see her push her rump back towards Dad. For a few moments there was some gentle movement as he slotted his cock into place and then a grunt from both him and Mum.
"Uuuuuufff!" went Dad as his penis sank into his wife's hole.
"Oooooooh," Mum said as his thrust drove his cock home, "Oooooh -- right in!"
"Yeah -- you're still soaking!" said Dad, "I think I like sloppy seconds though -- different to know I'm wallowing in my son's spunk!"
"Shut up and fuck me!" said Mum, chuckling and thrusting her bottom back at Dad -- and for a while the two of them just fucked and fucked. From my vantage point I could see Mum's split-apart lips and Dad's shaft appearing and disappearing into her hole. The scent of hot sex rose from their bodies causing my penis to throb with excitement.
Now they'd got into a rhythm, Mum and Dad seemed to settle in for a long ride and I began to wonder what to do, when Mum spoke up.
"Chris darling," she said, "would you like me to suck you?"
Oh wow! I'd never been sucked! Ever!
"Really?" I asked incredulously, "Honest?"
"Come here, darling," Mum said and I scooted up the bed.
"Bit closer -- yeah ok, that'll do," she said, sticking her tongue out and slapping it across the end of my cock.
He jerked wildly and I almost jumped too!
Mum reached a hand out and held my penis, directing the end towards her mouth and then, very slowly she moved closer and closer until finally my knob disappeared inside her welcoming mouth.
She closed her lips on my cock almost making me cum on the spot.
"Oh fuuuu....!" I cried, sucking in a large breath as Mum's tongue tickled under my knob, "Oooh Mum, that's lovely. Do it some more! Please!"
I felt as if everything was centred in my penis; every sensation under the sun seemed to be there and all of them exciting and wildly different. I could feel my cock jerking and jumping uncontrollably as Mum pleasured different bits -- sometimes the shaft with her lips; sometimes my knob with her tongue. Slowly she was bringing me to the boil again.....but Mum had other ideas!
"Don't cum yet, darling," she said, still on the receiving end of Dad's cock, "I want you inside me too!"
"How -- where?" I asked, somewhat naively nonplussed.
"We're going to have to move round a bit but I want you both in me at once," Mum said, "Dad can stay in my pussy but I want you in my arse!"
"Wow Mum! Never thought I'd hear you say that," I said incredulously and even Dad looked up.
"You're going to let him have your arse?" he said, "You haven't even let me in there yet!"
"Well this is a special occasion so I want Chris to be my first," Mum replied, "So come on, you'll have to move a bit."
So saying she moved her hips forward and Dad's penis fell from her hole. She sat up.
"Let's see -- I'll sit on your Dad and if I lean forward then you can come up from behind me -- ok?" she said, "You'll need some lube -- there's some KY gel in the cupboard."
As we rearranged ourselves I found the gel and held the tube while Mum mounted my Dad. Fortunately his erection hadn't died and it didn't take them long to get his cock back inside her hole. I let them do some riding before I joined them on the bed again and I managed to get myself astride Dad's legs, even though it meant that my own legs were somewhat spread apart and then I leaned forward to put one hand on Mum's bum.
"Do you want some KY on you, Mum?" I asked, "You ready?"
"Yes darling, come on then. Try and warm it up first!" she said, laughing gently.
I chuckled too as I spread a goodly blob onto my fingers -- and then transferred it onto my cock.
"I'm going to put some on me and then my cock will warm it for you and I can use him to lubricate you," I said, hoping it would work.
With my knob well covered with the gel I moved towards Mum's arse until I was just inches away.
"Ready?" I said, "Here I come!"
Using my hand I directed my knob to Mum's anus and pushed gently. No way was he going to go in yet but by slow and gentle movements, Mum's arsehole gradually allowed more and more of my knob to penetrate.
"Careful darling," she said as I pushed a bit harder.
"Sorry Mum, I'll use a bit more lube," I said as I squeezed another blob from the tube, this time directly onto Mum's anus.
"Oooh -- that feels cold!" she said, looking back over her shoulder at me, "You trying to make me numb?"
"Wasn't cold," I said, "Anyway, I'll soon warm it up."
And with that I placed the tip of my cock against her body and pushed once more. My knob slid inside, making Mum gasp.
"Aaaah!" she cried, "Careful! Take it easy! Keep pushing though -- I'll get used to it in a bit."
I held my position for a few moments before pushing once more -- there was a slight bit of tension and then the pressure eased and my penis began to slide smoothly inside my mother's arsehole.
"Oooooh!" said Mum as I slid inside, "Not too far -- not until I get used to him."
It felt tight in there; tighter than her pussy but a different feeling of tightness but just as erotic and sexy.
I started to move in and out, gradually making my strokes longer until the whole of my cock was disappearing inside her.
"You're taking me all, Mum," I said as I pumped away, "How's Dad getting on?"
"I'm letting you do all the actions," said Dad from beneath us, "Can you feel me inside there too?"
And I could! I could feel the length of Dad's penis up inside Mum's body alongside mine separated by just thin membranes -- I could actually feel the ridge around his knob as my penis slid in and out.
"Wow, yeah I can!" I groaned, "This is exciting Dad! Never done this before!"
"Me neither," said Mum, "But we're going to be doing it again because I love it! It's getting me going like anything -- I'm going to be cumming soon."
"Fuck her harder," said Dad, "You'll rub against me more then and it might make me cum when you do."
"Ok Dad," I said as I increased my efforts; my thighs now slapping against Mum's buttocks as I fucked her arse.
For a while longer I kept driving my penis into my mother's arse and all the time the sexual pressure was rising. Soon I could feel things nearing the point of no return.
"Nearly there now," I panted, "Do you want me to hold back?"
"No darling," said mum, also panting hard, "I'm ready -- just a bit more. George darling, play with my clit please. Chris -- keep going and if you want to cum then just cum!"
"Yeah Mum," I cried, still driving hard into her, "Any minute now."
"Faster, love, faster," cried Mum and my hips became a blur as my strokes reached their crescendo.
"Aaaaaagh -- yeahhhhh!" I cried, "Oooooh -- Ohhhhh Oh God! Cummmmmming!"
I felt my penis jerk wildly and in moments I was pumping load after load of sperm deep up into my mother's bowels, coating her arse thoroughly and underneath us Dad now began moving. He'd obviously just been waiting for me to erupt to bring him off because now he grunted deeply.
"Fuuuuuck -- Uuuuuuh!" he moaned; his voice sounding as if he was straining hard, "Uuuuuuh yeahhhh! Uuuuuuugh!"
Dad was pumping hard; loading my Mum's hole with yet more sperm; filling her full to overflowing.
And between us Mum erupted too -- with muted screams of delight.
"You've made me cum! Oh I'm there! I'm cummming! Oh yes -- oh yes -- yes!" she screamed, "Oooooooooh! Ooooooooh! Oh fuck!"
We'd done it -- a lovely three-way fuck. My first ever -- and Mum's too, if I understood rightly. Maybe even Dad's first threesome.
Slowly we untangled and allowed ourselves to collapse onto the bed; us two men on either side of Mum. We were all hot and sweaty but we were all glowing and happy.
"Phew!" said Mum, "That was a good bit of fun, wasn't it?"
"A good hard fuck," said Dad, "Did you enjoy that Chris?"
"Course I did, Dad," I replied, "Totally different too!"
"Was, wasn't it?" said Mum, "I felt so deliciously used -- there between my two men -- it was gorgeous; going to have to do it again!"
"Not right now though," said Dad, "Can't stay here all day and we've got to think of Sally waking up or Tony coming home. Let's save something for another day."
"Spoilsport!" said Mum, "Chris is young -- he doesn't need to save anything!"
"Well, I need a break," said Dad, "I'm not knackered but its pointless screwing ourselves into the ground when we can do it again perhaps tomorrow."
"Wow -- great," I said happily.
"And by the way, one thought though -- you just mentioned Tony and Sally, well, what about them -- are they going to get involved?" I asked, partially wondering why they hadn't already.
"Dad can tell you," said Mum as she climbed off the bed and I looked at him.
"Well we hope they will join us eventually and to be honest we were originally going to wait until you were each 25, but then you sort of jumped the gun so Mum thought we might as well get started on a willing volunteer!" said Dad, "But we've also got to think up ways to encourage them."
"Yeah," said Mum, "We don't want to scare them off so we'll have to take things as they come for now. But there's time -- loads of time....."
"And loads of fucking too!" I added, cheerfully.
Finally Dad slapped me on the rump.
"Come on then, it really is time to get up now," he said, "There'll be complaints from my stomach if it doesn't get its breakfast soon!"
"Hear, hear," said Mum, "I'm famished!"
I considered heading back to bed for a lay in -- but no!
In this house, this son had well and truly risen! | literotica |
Title: How Girls Night Changed My Life Ch. 04
Tags: anal sex, anal, ass, friends, tits, pussy, threesome, big dick, oral, blowjob
My whole drive home I was in an anal daze. I texted Lexi when I was walking to the car, telling her I was on my way. It was a good thing it was late and not many cars were on the road because I probably looked like I a drunk. My mind was filled with Holly's ass. Her perfect hole hugging my cock as it slid in and out of her depths. Her orgasms were so powerful and deep. We both loved every minute of our interaction.
The closer I got to home my mind changed to Lexi. I was curious to know what she had been up to all night. What type of toys had she gotten from the sex store? I was ready to see and share everything with her.
I pulled in the garage and walked into the house. I was expecting Lexi to greet me but the house was quiet. All of the lights were off downstairs and only a faint noise coming from upstairs. At the top of the stairs I could see light coming from the master. The sound was definitely the sound of fucking. I was intrigued and jealous. I walked quickly to the room.
From the doorway everything became clear. The fucking was two sweaty porn stars ass fucking on the TV. On the bed was Lexi, fast asleep. She was on her stomach and was surrounded by toys. Most of the toys I had never seen. Lexi must have gotten a wide variety to try. There were dildos and vibrators of different sizes and colors. The few that caught my eye were of course the toys meant for the ass. One looked like a trident and I was guessing it was designed for triple pleasure; ass, pussy and clit. Another toy on the far side of the bed was still in the packaging was some sort of double dildo type of thing. I had never seen anything like it but my head was spinning with using it on Lexi.
I turned my attention to my naked wife asleep on the bed. She must have masturbated herself to sleep. Not only was she passed out but also she still had a toy still in her ass and a little vibrator buzzing on the bed. Her ass was filled with a clear glass butt plug. I moved closer to get a better look. The plug looked bigger than any previous plug we had used. The glass made it easy to see her spread hole grasping the glass bulb.
I kneeled on the bed and softly touched her ass. She didn't move. I wanted to enjoy the view for a few minutes before bed. After admiring her amazing body and snapping a few pictures, I tried to make her more comfortable. I cleaned off the bed and began to cover her with blankets.
Looking at her ass I became concerned with leaving her plugged for the night. I needed to remove the butt plug. The problem was Lexi looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake her. I gently tried to pull the plug free but did not succeed. Her ass muscles clung to the glass bulb. I would either have to pull hard or leave her till morning. I couldn't leave her so my only option was for removal. I got some lube and tried to rub it around her asshole. I don't think it made much of a difference but then I pulled. The skin expanded and stretched ass the glass plug tried to force its way out. With more effort than I expected her ass reached the largest part of the plug.
"FUCK!" Lexi said as the plug pulled from her ass and her used asshole tried to return to its normal size
"Sorry honey. Sorry if I hurt you. I tried not to wake you but I didn't think I should leave plugged all night." I said
"No, no Steve. It didn't hurt me, only surprised me. I can't believe I fell asleep. I wanted to stay up for you." Lexi said
"Don't worry about it Lexi. I can tell you everything tomorrow. It might take a while anyways and you looked so peaceful." I said
"Its not just the story I wanted to stay up for. I was trying to get my ass ready to be fucked tonight." Lexi said
"Seriously? That's amazing but you don't have to do that." I said
"I know I don't have to but I wanted to. I wanted to feel your big dick all the way in my ass. I know my ass is tight so I wanted to speed up the process of getting your dick in me. When I got your text I took a couple pain killers to help but I must have passed out." Lexi said
"Holy shit you are amazing." I said.
"You ready to fuck my ass baby?"
"Hell yeah Lexi!" I said.
"Good now get those clothes off." Lexi said.
I shed my clothes in seconds and returned to kneeling on the bed. Lexi stayed on her stomach. She propped herself up with her elbows and took my hard cock into her mouth.
"You smell like a lady and taste like one too. So why don't you tell me a little about your evening. I don't need everything right now, only some highlights." Lexi said.
I gave her the highlights of fucking Holly. Lexi enjoyed everything I said. I could tell by her enthusiasm in the blowjob. My mind was more focused on the task at hand. I knew Holly's ass was amazing but fucking the love of my life was so much more. I wanted her to enjoy everything and not hurt her. The painkillers should help but I still worried.
I found the same glass plug I had pulled from her ass minutes ago. I leaned forward towards her ass, with plug in hand. The lube on her ass was still prevalent as I pushed the glass bulb back into her ass. It went in easier than it came out. I focused on the widest part of the plug with small fucking motions. Her ass was coping considerable well. My dick was still bigger but the progress was encouraging.
"I'm ready to be fucked Steve." Lexi said. "Put your dick in my ass."
Those words were magic to my ears. Technically I had fucked Lexi in the ass but it only consisted of a couple of inches of my cock. It was still one of the best moments of my life, however it was not wild anal fucking. I didn't think fucking her tight ass hard was possible but any opportunity my cock has a chance to enter the forbidden hole I would take it.
Lexi turned on her back and moved to the edge. She put her arms behind her knees and pulled back. I place a pillow under her ass for a better angle. Her privates were spread wide open. Her pussy was red and puffy from the action it must have received earlier in the night. Her asshole looked amazing. It was slightly redder than normal. Surprisingly it was slightly open. The plug had served its purpose in loosening her sphincter.
I stood with my cock resting on her pussy. I got the lube and very liberally applied it to my cock and then her ass.
"Are you sure your ready?" I asked
"Yes baby. No matter what tonight I am going to have your entire cock in my ass as you shoot your load deep inside. I will handle the pain. This is something I need and want so badly." Lexi said.
This attitude was new from Lexi. We had made many changes in our lifestyle recently. She had become very open to almost anything but this was different. She had determination and overwhelming passion in her voice. Don't get me wrong. I liked it but it was outside of normal from her sweet personality.
I obliged her request. The tip of my cock touched her lubed hole. I could feel the heat coming off her. Her eyes were closed and mouth open. Her expression was excited and determined. Slowly I pushed my hips forward. I was met with resistance but pushed on. Lexi's face added a new expression combined with the others, pain.
I didn't like to see her in pain and I must of stopped pushing until she said, "Keep going Steve! I like you in me. I can handle it."
I went slowly. Her muscles relaxed a little. The tip along with a few inches was now in her ass. We were now past the point of our previous ass fuck and her ass continued to accept me.
"Don't stop Steve. You feel huge and good. I mean really good." Lexi said enthusiastically.
It was the combination of excitement and painkillers that were making it possible to enter her ass. The pain was gone from her face and replaced with pleasure. Her eyes open, looking at me with a big smile across her lips.
"I think I'm going to do it. How far in are you?" Lexi said. She obviously was feeling good now.
"About half." I replied
"Fuck! I might of spoke to soon. It feels like I would almost be there. I feel so full." Lexi said
"We'll get it. Don't worry." I said.
Her face turned back to determined and eyes closed once again. My guess was she was trying to relax. It must have worked. I pushed and her ass opened to accepted me. The last half of my cock seemed almost easier than the first.
Lexi's eyes flew open. She tried to lift her head to see the moment she felt my skin hit hers. Lexi knew what the contact meant. It meant I was completely inside her ass. No distance was between our most intimate parts of our bodies. We were combined as one at that moment.
Lexi was shocked. I smiled at her and said, "We did it."
"We almost did it. You still have to fuck me." Lexi said
"With pleasure." I said and started to move my hips back.
Lexi stopped me and pulled me back. "Give me a minute. You feel great and I want to revel in this moment of you completely in my ass. Not just the tip like last time. All nine and a half inches of my amazing husbands cock is in my ass. I didn't think it was possible."
We stood quiet for a few moments of satisfaction and bliss until Lexi said, "I'm ready for you now. Fuck me baby."
I pulled back slowly. The tight ring of her ass hugged my cock as it exited her body. I got to the tip and pushed back in. I fucked her slow and enjoyed the amazing view of my cock disappearing into Lexi's ass. Now I could defiantly cross fucking my wife's ass off my bucket list.
"I can't believe I am really fucking your ass. This is amazing." I said
"I know I can't believe it either. I like it so much more than I thought I would. Pick up the pace a little." Lexi said
I followed her command and started to move my hips faster. The tightness was amazing. It was a good thing I had already came a few times that night with Holly. Otherwise I would have erupted immediately. My hips moved at a steady pace that felt good for Lexi and me. My hands found her breast. I massaged her tits and played with her hard nipples. After a few minutes Lexi could not hold back any more. Her all anal induced orgasm started.
"Fuck me! Oh fuck my ass Steve! Fuck my ass with your big dick! Oh fuck me!" Lexi yelled through her orgasm.
I never stopped fucking her but increased my pace. My dick was now pumping into her basically virgin ass much faster.
Once recovered but still seemed on the verge of another orgasm Lexi said, "That orgasm was good. It was really good and kind of different. I think I need another one please."
"It would be my pleasure honey. Should we try another position? Maybe doggy or you on top?" I said
"Me on top." Lexi said quickly
"You answered that fast." I said
"Riding you with your cock in my ass makes me really hot." Lexi said
"Great! Let me just lay down." I said. I stopped fucking her and pulled my cock from her ass. Her ass was gaping slightly and looked awesome.
Lexi straddled my waist. She directed my cock to her ass and lowered. My dick had no problem getting in. I could not see my cock going in and out of her ass but sensation were great. It was easy to play with her pussy from this position though. I rubbed her clit with one hand and tweaked a nipple with the other.
I wanted to see my dick fucking her ass. I had her lean back on her hands and raise her knees in the air with her feet on the bed. I spread her knees wide. I think the position might be called the crab or something like that.
Her pussy looked perfect as her ass was fucked. The position made it hard for her to move fast so I held her hips in place and I did the work. I used the bed as a spring to bounce in and out of her ass.
Lexi's ass tightened as another orgasm came. The pressure on my cock was almost too much. I held off because I wanted one more position. Reverse cowgirl always amazed me. Before anal I loved it because I could admire Lexi's full tight ass. I even caught glimpses of her puckered ass. Reverse cowgirl while doing anal with Lexi was going to be a whole new experience and I was excited.
She rose off of my shaft and turned away from me. I positioned my dick at her entrance as she lowered. Her ass cheeks were tight as my dick disappeared between into her canal. I spread her cheeks as she then leaned forward slightly and started gyrating her hips in a twerking motion. Her ass slapped my groin and she fucked me quickly.
I was about to shoot my load and said, "Keep going Lexi. I am about to cum."
"Shoot it in my ass Steve. Fill up my ass." Lexi said.
Lexi quickened her pace and I erupted, shooting my cum deep into her ass. After a few shots Lexi slowed down to a slow grind. She began to tighten her ass and clench her cheeks each time she raised up. Her asshole tightened around my shaft, milking the cum out of me. My sensitive cock loved her caress until it was too much for me and I pulled her back towards me. My cock slipped out of her ass and I kissed her neck and told her how much I loved her.
We needed to clean ourselves after the fuck. We were both sweaty, especially me from earlier that night. We made our way to the shower. I was still really hard from playing back all my mental images of my dick fucking Lexi's ass.
"What got into you tonight? I thought we were going to take our time with your ass?" I said.
"I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was the only one not giving you everything. Kim and Holly had you in every hole. I didn't want to be left out." Lexi said.
"Have I ever told you how amazing you are? Don't ever feel left out or think you are not giving me everything. You're responsible for everything I have done and I couldn't be anymore grateful." I said
"I know. Its not jealousy but I wanted to be a part of it all. It was amazing too." Lexi said.
"Amazing and more." I said. "I never want you to be jealous or regret anything I have done. If you do I will stop right now and never be with anybody else."
"No, definitely no. I really love everything. I was so wet tonight thinking about you and Holly. Then I'm glad I pushed myself tonight because I absolutely loved you in my ass. I am sure I will be really sore tomorrow but it was worth it." Lexi said
"As long as you're happy, I'm happy. I might be really happy right now." I said
"I can tell." Lexi said as she held my cock. "How many times has he cum tonight?"
"Only a few times." I said
"You want to see if he has one more for my ass." Lexi said
"He has one more for sure." I said
Lexi leaned forward with her hands pushed against the wall. My groin was pressed to her ass. Luckily we had yet to clean ourselves so her ass was ready with the mix of lube and cum. For good measure I started in her pussy. Her moisture coated my cock. Only a few pumps were needed and I went for her ass. My dick slid in easy to her now used hole. It was slick, smooth yet still really tight. I could get used to fucking Lexi's ass in the shower. After ten or so minutes of fucking and a couple of orgasms for Lexi I was ready to cum.
"Where do you want me to cum baby?" I asked
"Oh Steve. I don't know. Where ever you want." Lexi said.
I thought for a few moments and I knew what I wanted to say. I had already cum in her ass so I wanted something different, something dirtier. Technically she had already done it tonight but this just seemed more naughty. I was thinking of putting it in her mouth. Going straight from her ass to mouth. She had already sucked my cock after it was in Holly but there was time in between.
"What... are... you... thinking?" Lexi finally got out between thrusts, "just... say... it..."
"Blow me." Was all I said.
Lexi paused and thought for a moment. It was a long couple seconds but without saying anything she dropped to her knees. Looking at my cum soaked cock she was obviously satisfied with its current state and placed it in mouth. I was so close to cumming at that point that I only lasted a couple times down her throat. I started spewing my load and she gobbled up everything.
Lexi gave me a big smile as I pulled her up into an embrace. I knew I had just cummed in her mouth but I kissed her. I still got a taste of what I figured was me but if she was good with tasting my fluids and hers, I should be good with it too.
"That was phenomenal!" Lexi said
"My thoughts exactly." I said
"I thought it would have tasted different sucking you but it was just like normal. The thought is so dirty honey." Lexi said
"As long as we prepare I don't think we have to worry about that." I said talking about our cleanliness.
We finish our shower and passed out.
The next few days were pretty normal. They consisted of lots of sex and planning for our party. When I was able to tell Lexi the entire story from the night with Holly our sex was really wild. Lexi was so turned on and wild that our sex was crazy. We basically destroyed a guest room and people blocks away might of heard Lexi cumming.
The plans for the party were pretty normal for the suburbs. Since I was told it was not a sex party it was not quite as entertaining but was still good. Lexi does go all out when we have parties. Once we got the essentials done like inviting all the people and catering it was pretty basic.
Lexi came up with the story line for Holly. It made perfect sense and nobody would question anything. Only Lexi, Holly, and me would know the truth. Most likely Kim would know too because Lexi tells her everything.
The story was Lexi and Holly grew up in the same town and neighborhood. Lexi used to babysit Holly when she was little. So we could tell everyone that we ran into Holly at the mall (which is true). Holly moved to the city for college and now we are catching up like old friends.
Nobody would question it. No one we knew grew up with Lexi so it was the perfect story and simple to explain. The real story might take some people by surprise and a family friendly party was not the place for that.
I was texting or talking to Holly everyday. I had to work on my sexting because now I was getting it from all three girls. Holly was super excited for the party but also nervous. Meeting my wife would be weird for her but I knew Lexi would make her feel comfortable and welcome.
The day of the party arrived and our backyard looked ready for the party. Lexi had pool toys and games for kids and adults. The caterers were getting everything ready.
I was outside getting things when Lexi came out in her bikini. Even though it was a normal bikini Lexi made it look good and sexy. None of our friends would expect it. All previous swim activities Lexi would be one of the few women in a one piece.
Lexi came and hugged me and said, "How about you run upstairs to our room right now. I'll finish getting everything ready. Just don't take to long."
I looked at her surprised and wondering what she did.
"Go! The door on the deck is open." Lexi said.
We have a large covered second story deck that our master bedroom opens up to. A spiral staircase leads from the back patio to the deck.
I ran up the stairs to see what my wife had planned for me. I opened the door. Kim's naked round ass was pointed right at me. This was definitely planned for me to walk in looking at her ass. Kim was on her knees and bent over with her head resting on the bed looking back at me. Kim had one of Lexi's dildos sliding in and out of her pussy, fucking herself.
After about a minute I realized I should shut the door and enjoy my present. Once I walked closer to the bed I saw a familiar rubber ring protruding from her ass. It was then end of the anal beads Lexi bought. My mind was flashing back to images of fucking Kim the week before and how amazing it was. Kim was a sex freak and I could not wait to get my hands on her again. Although we couldn't get too crazy, we still had to go to the party.
I grabbed the dildo from her hand and pulled it from her pussy. It was decent size, a good warm up. Next I took hold of the ring sticking out of her ass. I pulled each bead out slowly till she was empty.
Neither of us had said anything and to her surprise I took the dildo that was in her pussy and started pushing it in her ass. With some persuasion and spit the dildo went past her sphincter and into her canal.
I fucked her ass with the dildo. Her breathing became heavy and she broke the silence with an orgasm saying, "I'm cumming... Motherfucker I'm cumming."
My hard cock was now strained against my swimsuit. I was ready to get an amazing blowjob from Kim. Lexi had really improved but Kim was special. She had a real cock sucking talent.
I took Kim from the bed and had her kneel on the ground in front of me. I placed on the ground under Kim's ass. It had one of those suction cups that made it stay in place on the wood floor. Kim lowered her ass and took the dildo back inside her depths.
Kim slowly rocked back and forth on the cock as she undid my shorts. My shorts fell to the ground. Kim wrapped both hands around my cock and stroked me.
"I can't believe it has already been a week since our adventure. I have been thinking about you everyday." Kim said
"I know it was amazing and I am glad we get to do it again. I didn't know when we were going to get to fuck again. I was going to call you this week to go to lunch and then a little afternoon delight." I said
"We have your wife to thank for this. She set it all up yesterday. You really do have the best wife and I have the most amazing best friend." Kim said
"I know we are really lucky. You still want to do lunch this week?" I said
"Yes lets plan for Wednesday. I am free all day and Matt works late." Kim said
"Great, now less talking and more sucking. We don't have much time before everybody arrives." I said. I knew we would be a little late to the party.
Kim took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head as her hands slowly jacked me. The feeling was great but I was in the mood for a faster stimulation. Plus we didn't have the time to take it slow. I removed her hands from my cock. She promptly placed them on my ass. Then I placed a hand on the back of her head. Kim was looking up at me and she knew what I was going to do. I pulled her head down on my cock. I pulled hard and fast. Kim had no problem at all with taking my cock. Her gag reflex was non-existent. I pulled till her nose was pressed firmly into pubic area.
After holding her deep on my cock for a few seconds Kim took over. I released her head and she took my cock from her throat. She repeated the process of taking me deep in her throat and then back to the tip. With each motion forward her ass raised and fuck herself with the dildo. After a few minutes Kim got into a good routine and speed. She sucked my hard and fast. Consequently the faster she sucked me; the faster she rode the dildo. Another orgasm started for Kim. She moaned hard on my dick but continued to suck.
Kim picked up her intensity after recovering. One of her hands rubbed and squeezed my ass. The other hand played with my testicles. The hand on my balls started moving back to the skin between my sac and the butthole. Kim had played back there a little last time and I knew how good it felt. It was still a little weird but I spread my legs wider to make it easier for her.
I was glad I did. Kim ran her nails softly over the sensitive skin. Chills and pleasure ran through my body. One finger began to push into my crack and touch my hole. She rubbed softly. It was too much for me from the amazing blowjob and her frisky finger. I sent cum down her throat. Kim caught every possible drop and swallowed it all.
I picked up Kim and put her on the bed, leaving the dildo stuck to the ground. I joined her on the bed. Kim took charge. She pushed me back on the bed and pounced. She laid on top of me and kissed me. While making out, her hand found my cock and lined it up with her waiting pussy. Kim's pussy was so wet and ready to be fucked. My cock slid in nicely. Our motions matched as we fucked each other.
Kim sat up and rode me. I fondled her breast and then she said, "Lexi is so lucky she gets to fuck you everyday. I wish it was me you fucked everyday."
"Lexi is in charge of my schedule. You will have to talk to her." I said smiling.
"Everyday might be too much but I need at least once a week." Kim said
"I think we can make that work." I said.
After a couple of minutes of fucking in cowgirl position I said, "Turn around Kim. I want to see your ass."
Without coming off my dick Kim turn. She rode me hard. Kim's round soft ass bounced with each motion. Each downward thrust her cheeks spread and her pink hole became exposed. The dildo was out of reach but the drawer with toys was close enough for me to open. The first anal toy I could find was a shiny metal ass plug. It was decent size and had a little jewel on the end.
I grabbed her by the hips to stop her moving for a few seconds. I spit on the plug and pushed her forward.
"Spread your ass for me." I said
Kim reached back and spread her ass with both hands. I pressed the metal plug against her hole. From the anal dildo fucking her asshole was already stretched and ready for the toy. I pushed it all the way in with one push. It plug was much tighter than I expected and I think in was from my dick stretching her pussy. I could feel the plug with my dick through the thin skin wall. It felt great on my cock and looked amazing in her ass.
The start of the party was coming fast. We both could have gone for at least another hour but that was not an option. We changed positions again. Now in doggy style I went to town. I played with the plug and fucked her hard.
"You guys look great but you better finish soon!" Lexi said from the doorway.
I don't know how long she was watching us but she stood with a hand on her tit and one rubbing her pussy through the bikini bottom. Both Kim and I were a little shocked but never stopped. After all Lexi set us up. It was really strange to have her watching me fuck Kim live. We showed her pictures and talked about it but with her only ten feet away was much different. It really turned us on though.
"Why don't you come get a closer view?" I said.
"I can't. People will be showing up any minute." Lexi said
"Who cares? You put the sign up for people to go straight to the backyard and I am about to cum. Stay for a few minutes." I said
"Ok but hurry." Lexi said
Lexi kneeled right next to me on the bed and said, "Holy fuck! No wonder you like doggy style so much. This looks amazing."
I pulled Lexi into an embrace. Lexi then put one hand on my ass like she was trying to help me fuck Kim. Lexi did not touch Kim at first. I don't know if she was nervous but in my mind all I was thinking was threesome. I knew the two women were too rational for that at this point in time with the few minutes we had but I still had to try.
I grabbed Lexi's free hand and brought it to the butt plug.
Lexi whispered in my ear, "What do I do with it?"
I could tell she was nervous because this was totally new for her. I don't think playing with another girl; especially her best friend ever crossed her mind a month ago. Now the thought turned her on but went against everything the old Lexi thought.
"Whatever you would want done to you. Just play with it a little." I said
Lexi's body became less tense and her delicate hand played with the toy. Lexi was getting into it and was becoming much more comfortable.
"Switch hands and play with her tits at the same time." I whispered in her ear.
Lexi fondled Kim's big tits. It was one of the best sexual moments of my life. It was not a full on threesome but at that moment it counted for me.
Kim had been quiet since Lexi had come in until her orgasm started.
"Oh fuck Lexi! Play with my tits and ass! Fuck!" Kim yelled and I hoped no one heard. "Fuck me Steve! Fuck my pussy!" Kim continued till her orgasm subsided.
"Hottest thing I have ever seen." Lexi said, "I almost came from just being a part of that."
Lexi looked at the clock on the wall and it was already past when guest were suppose to arrive.
"Few minutes are up. I have to go." Lexi said
"No!" Kim and I said at almost the same time.
"One more minute. I am so close." I said
"Fine but I really need to hurry." Lexi said
"Rub his asshole while he fucks me. He really likes it." Kim said
"Really?" Lexi said giving me a sly smile.
I had not shared the fact of Kim playing with my ass with Lexi yet. Kim's big mouth took care of that. I don't know why I had not told her. Maybe I was embarrassed I liked it. Lexi seemed fine with it though because her hand was already between my cheeks.
"Fine but I want you to do one thing for me Lexi if you are up for it." I said. Her fingers still touching my hole.
"What would that be honey?" Lexi said
"I want you to blow me for a few seconds. I want you to lick all of your best friends juices off my cock." I said
The nerves came back a little because of how real the statement was. She had tasted Holly on my cock but it was not straight from the pussy. The wheels were turning in her head for a few seconds and then she smiled and got her hands and knees right next to Kim. Unfortunately her hand was no longer on my ass but this was going to be much more stimulating. Lexi's head was level with Kim's ass. All I had to do was pull out of Kim and turn slightly and put my cock in Lexi's mouth.
I pulled my soaked cock from Kim's pussy. It was dripping Kim's cum. Lexi opened her mouth and I slid down her throat. As I pulled out Lexi's lips were wrapped so tight around my cock. Lexi made sure all the juices stayed in her mouth. My cock was moist and clean. I repeated the process of putting my dick back in Kim and then in Lexi's mouth a couple times.
Lexi sucked my cock with vigor the last time, not wanting to let it go. I could careless about the time and Lexi was so distracted that she sucked me for a couple minutes.
Kim flipped over on her back. To our surprise she put her head between Lexi's legs. All I could see was Kim untying the sides of the bikini bottoms and throwing them on the bed. Only after about ten seconds of the bottoms being removed Lexi started to cum.
"Kim! What are you doing to me? Oh shit!" Lexi said as her best friend ate her pussy. This was definitely a first for Lexi. She had never had any lesbian type play, especially not oral. It was one of the hottest moments of my life.
Lexi snapped back to reality and realized she was now late for the party.
"You better cum in the next minute mister. Stop saying you're so close to keep me around. If you don't I might have to punish you." Lexi said with a big smile.
"Hey I wasn't lying about being close but the opportunity too amazing. I couldn't help myself. Where do you want me to cum honey?" I said
"It has been pretty fun but we need to go. We can't make a mess with your cum. We still have a party. So how about you cum inside Kim's pussy." Lexi said
Hearing those words come from my wives mouth almost made me cum on the spot. We stayed in the same position we were in. I lined up with Kim's pussy and slammed my cock in. I fucked her hard in missionary.
Lexi sat up but still on Kim's face. Now I could see Kim's tongue licking my wives pussy. That was all she wrote for me. My orgasm was huge. My testicles must have emptied everything they had.
I pulled my sloppy cock from Kim's pussy. I stood in front of Lexi. Without hesitation she sucked me clean of the combination of my jizz and Kim's cum.
"Tasty!" Lexi said.
"If you like the taste so much there is one more thing you can clean." I said
Lexi stared at me for a few seconds. She did not get my meaning at first until I motioned towards Kim's pussy.
"Oh, ok. Are you ok with me licking you Kim?" Lexi said
"There is nothing I want more right now." Kim said
Lexi moved between Kim's legs and said, "You have beautiful vagina Kim. I love how you cut your hair. I can't believe I am about to eat you out."
"Thanks for the compliment but after seeing and licking you I am tempted to shave mine." Kim said
"Don't, it looks amazing." Lexi said
Girl talk about pubic hair was still super hot but I could not wait so see Lexi lick Kim.
"Thanks. I am so excited for you to lick me." Kim said
Lexi slowly lowered her lips to the pussy. Lexi kissed the pussy first and then slowly licked the top near Kim's clit. Cum was now leaking out of Kim and down around the plug. Lexi slowly moved down her pussy till she reached the opening.
Lexi took one long lick of the entire slit, picking up a glob of cum on her way. Lower she went around the plug trying to get every drop of cum. Once the outside was clean she focused on the opening. Lexi stuck her tongue into Kim's pussy. Each time coming out with a little more cum. Once clean Lexi gave one last tender lick and then kissed Kim's clit.
My mind was spinning. Now that might have been the best thing I had ever witnessed. I was rock hard and jacking off as hard as I could. After seeing Lexi eat out Kim the chances of my cock going soft for the swim party was low. The image was burned on my brain. I erupted right at the end of their little oral session. I caught the cum in one hand and then looked up to see both women staring at me.
"Awesome! I wish we could keep going but I need to get out to the party. We need to do this for real in the next couple day. This was amazing." Lexi said
Kim and I both agreed. Lexi pulled on her bottoms and ran from the room. We were ten minutes late but hopefully people didn't show up on time.
"That was amazing Kim. You are beautiful, sexy and wild. I love being with you." I said.
We both got up and tried to get ready for the party. Kim's hair was a little wild and both of us were a little sweaty. We cleaned up and got dressed. Kim's bikini was more revealing than Lexi's had been. Her round ass cheeks hung out of the bottoms and the top was a size to small. In my eyes she looked amazing.
I however had a problem. My cock was still semi had and very noticeable in my shorts.
Kim stared at my problem and said, "I don't think you can go out yet. I can see everything."
"I can try waiting but I don't think he is going to go down anytime soon. I can't get what happened out of my mind and my dick is responding to it. I need some tape or something to hold him down. It will hurt like hell but I can't stay in here all day but I can't go out like this." I said
"True but tape is not the answer. That's crazy. Do you have any spandex?"
"Yes but they are all to my knees and my shorts are only mid-thigh." I said
Kim disappeared into the master closet. She came back out with a pair of Lexi's spandex running shorts.
"I can't fit in those things." I said
"Just try it. I can't think of any other options." Kim said
I tried to pull them up. They were stretched to the max and I thought I might suffocate my groin but after a few minutes of struggle and Kim helping I got them up. They were so short that a third of my cock came out the bottom. However the spandex did their job. They held my cock tight to my right leg. With my shorts on my dick was hardly noticeable, only a small bulge. I could handle that. I dealt with a bulge on daily basis in my flaccid state.
I went out the patio doors and Kim went out through the house. We still had to cover our tracks and coming out of the master together might look strange to some of our guest.
The backyard was already pretty full with people playing in the pool and kids going down our built in slide. I was thirty minutes late to my own party. I headed down the stairs just in time to see Holly walk through the gate. She had on a mostly see through lacey cover up with a colorful bikini under. Her body looked stunning. Most of the men at the party were going to enjoy the view and most of the women would be a little jealous of her young tight figure. Lexi and Holly were definitely going to turn heads.
I greeted her with a hug and saw Lexi coming across the yard quickly to meet her. I could sense the nervousness in Holly's body. She tensed up more when she spotted a pretty fit blonde coming towards her. I had only described Lexi's appearance to Holly. Holly knew right away it was my wife.
"Its so nice to finally meet you." Lexi said as she pulled Holly into a hug. Lexi was very welcoming and excited that it melted any stress from Holly. Holly returned the hug. They held the embrace for a few seconds longer that a normal hug greeting should be. "I'm Lexi to formally introduce myself."
"As you obviously know, I am Holly and it is so nice to meet you too. I must say I was quite nervous to come today." Holly said
"No need to be nervous. I know we will get to know each other well and get along perfectly. You already seem to have something special with Steve." Lexi said
"Thank you for having me and everything else. Steve is a great guy. You are very lucky. Thanks for sharing." Holly said
"No problem. It sounded like you two had plenty of fun. I want to get to know you better. How about we go sit down and talk. I'll introduce you to some of our friends as well. You know the story we are going with?" Lexi said
"Yes the story is perfect." Holly said
"Great. Steve, go entertain some of our guest. Holly and I will be just fine." Lexi said
Lexi and Holly walked across the yard with there arms locked. Lexi was so excited that she had a bounce in her step. By the end of the party I knew Lexi and Holly would be best of friends. That was the type of personality Lexi had.
Kim came up behind me and said, "So that's the teenager you fucked."
"Hey she is twenty and yes. Did Lexi tell you about her?" I said
"Yes. We tell each other everything. That's what girls do. Especially girls that that both fuck you." Kim said
"At least keep your voice down. I don't want anybody to overhear us." I said
"Don't worry so much Steve. Nobody else knows and its fun to have our little secret. By the way your cum is making my swim suit soaked..." Kim was interrupted
Standing in between Kim and me with an arm around each of us was Matt, Kim's husband. Tons of awkward thoughts rushed through my mind.
'"How are two of my favorite people?" Matt said
He was awful happy for a man who was standing between his wife and the guy fucking his wife. I knew Kim had told him everything but this was the first time I had seen him since. I didn't know what kind of reception I was going to get. From his attitude it was a very good reception. I was surprised.
"I'm going to find the girls. You guys have fun." Kim said and she skipped away.
I didn't know what to say or how to start the conversation with Matt. I stood quiet for a few seconds watching Kim move away.
"How about that ass dude?" Matt said
I had to wrap my head around the idea that he was talking about his wives ass. He was having normal guy talk to me about his wife. I pushed away any awkward thought and was going to treat Matt like the best friend he was. He was clearly fine, if not happy about everything that had transpired.
"Really fucking nice." I said
"My thoughts exactly bro. I just wanted to thank you Steve. I guess I should really thank Lexi too but this week has been the best week of my marriage. Kim and I have never had more fun." Matt said
"I guess your welcome. I should be thanking you too. Kim's awesome and something else in bed." I said
"I know and now since we have tried it up the ass, it has brought a whole new dimension to our sex life." Matt said.
"I know. Anal has changed my life. I might be an addict now." I said
"Dude I know. I would have never tried it but now I can't stop thinking about it." Matt said
"It is so weird that we are talking about this in a regular conversation and it feels normal. A month ago we would be talking about sports and now it's about fucking your wives ass. Things have really changed." I said
"Crazy. I like it though. So you fucked Kim again today?" Matt said in a matter of fact kind of way.
"Yeah about an hour ago." I said
"Cool. How was it?" Matt said.
"It was great." I said
"That's it? I want to hear more than that." Matt said.
I gave him a quick rundown of the events. I kept it short because more people were arriving and I did not want anyone to overhear our conversation. I left Lexi out of the story. I had to talk to Kim and Lexi to make sure they were ok with sharing that part.
"Dude, I am so fucking horny now." Matt said
"I don't need to know that. Keep that to yourself." I said
"I am going to get Kim to go fool around with me in the bathroom." Matt said.
"Take a guest room. Just clean up. That's all I ask." I said
Matt went and whispered in Kim's ear and walked into the house. A few minutes later Kim stood up and walked to the house. I couldn't help to think about the fact of; Matt was going to be fucking the pussy I came in about thirty minutes ago.
I made my way around the pool deck. Greeting friends and colleagues. Lexi and Holly were tied at the hip, talk and laughing. It was great to see.
One person that caught my eye was one of Lexi's other close friends Amy. Amy was super cute and a killer body. She was tall, with great curves and huge fake boobs. It was no secret. A few years she was flat chested and then she showed up with tits. Probably double D's.
We were getting low on ice and drinks so I made my way to the garage. I noticed my neighbor Carrie out in her yard. Being nice and somewhat interested in her I went to say hello.
"Sorry about all the cars." I said.
"No problem at all. Having a party?" Carrie said as she eyed me up and down.
I was only in my swimsuit but she had seen me in less. I don't know why I was always a little intimidated by Carrie in the past. Before she seemed cold but now she couldn't be nicer.
"Yeah. A barbeque and swim party with lots of people. If you don't have any plans you should come over. We have good food, nice pool and plenty of drinks." I said
"I don't want to crash your party and I don't know anybody." Carrie said
"Do you have any plans this afternoon?" I asked
"No I guess I don't. Jim is out of town and I am home alone, again." Carrie said with sadness in her voice.
"Then I am not taking no for an answer. I promise you will have a good time and you can meet new people." I said
"You make some good points Steve. I guess I will go change." Carrie said
"Perfect, I will wait for you out here. I will walk you in and introduce you to everyone." I said
"You don't have to wait outside. I will only be a few minutes. Please come in." Carrie said
We walked through her huge garage filled classic and sports cars. I was ready to stop and admire their beauty but continued behind Carrie. We went through a huge mudroom into a beautiful house. Everything was perfect and looked very expensive.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. You can make yourself comfortable." Carrie said.
With all my recent success with sex my mind was expecting real life to be like the porn movies. A few thoughts crossed my mind of just getting naked right in her kitchen and fuck her when she came down the stairs. Or maybe she would come back naked and take me to her love chamber. I threw those thoughts away and returned to the real world. Not every woman was going to get naked for me.
My last thoughts were right as Carrie came around the corner in a short sundress. I could only see the tie of her swimsuit around her neck.
"You look great! Are you ready to go?" I said
"I guess. Are you sure its ok if I come to your party?" Carrie asked
"Of course. It's my party and I want you to come. Shall we?" I asked and offered my arm to hold.
She interlocked her arm and said, "Thank you. You are such a gentleman."
"No problem. Now after all these years living next to each other we can finally get to know each other." I said
Back at the party things were going well. Everybody seemed to be enjoying him or herself. I introduced Carrie to most of the people at the party. Lexi seemed surprised by her showing up to our party. Over the years not many words were said between Lexi and Carrie. Lexi thought she did not like us as neighbors even though we never caused problems.
Lexi was a gracious host and welcomed her into our yard and made her fit right in. I found myself talking to Carrie for most of the party. She was an incredible woman who was in a terrible marriage. She got married young. Carrie was a model in New York City. Her husband was an up and coming businessman in the financial world. He was older and wealthy. She was naïve and started dating him. Few months later she got pregnant and they got married. Her husband started out nice and caring but the longer they stayed together the more controlling and distant he became. She stayed with him for their child.
Now their daughter is off at college. Carrie is home alone most of the time and her husband is traveling for work. They barely talk anymore except when he needs something from her.
I felt terrible for her. I realized that her cold exterior for all of those years was from the difficulties in life and her marriage. Throughout the day, whether it was when Lexi and I talking to her or some of our friends, I could see her open up and walls come down. Carrie seemed happy to be with people and not alone in her big house.
On top of that, got her to go down the slide and I was able to see her out of the sundress. She wore a one-piece suit. It was not a frumpy one piece though. It had a low cut top and straps that intersected the midsection holding the top to the bottoms. Through the straps showed little sections of her toned stomach. I swear I could see her six-pack. The bottom of the swimsuit was cut high in the hips and showed a ton of leg. Her tall sexy body looked flawless.
Towards the end of the party when most of the families were leaving and just adults were left. People were in different seating areas around the pool. I sat under the covered patio observing everybody. Lexi and Holly were sitting right next to each other in a happy conversation with Amy and her husband. Kim and Matt were talking to a few other couples. Matt was fawning over Kim. Always had his hands on her. Groping her breast and ass every so often.
Carrie saw me sitting by myself and stood up from the group she was in and came to sit with me.
"What are you doing over here by yourself?" Carrie asked
"Nothing, just relaxing and enjoying the view of everybody. I hope you had a good time." I said
"I had a great time. I'm so glad you made me come to the party. The only parties I go to anymore are with rich old business associates of my husband. The men are creepy and lewd. The parties are no fun at all." Carrie said
"That's to bad. Any party or get together we have from now on, you will be invited." I said
"Great, it will be good to have a little fun in my life." Carrie said
"Whatever I can do to help. Now that I feel like were good friends I want to extend an open invitation to you. Please come over to hang out or swim whenever you want. I don't like that you are always alone. Lexi and I will keep you company whenever you would like." I said
"You might get more than you bargained for with that offer. You might get sick of me." Carrie said.
"No way. Just give us call or come right over. I will apologize right now for anything inappropriate you might see. Sorry for what you saw in the garage a week ago too. When it is just the two of us home we kind of have a clothing optional policy. Your welcome to walk right in or come swimming I just had to give you fair warning." I said
"Good to know. I was a little shocked when I saw you naked in your garage and Lexi, um touching you. Don't apologize for it though. I wish I had a husband that, well looked as good as you and was that excited for me to come home. I mean you looked really excited to see her... Sorry I said to much." Carrie said. Her husband had gone grey and was definitely not in shape.
"No, no. Don't worry about it. Were both adults and sexual innuendos never hurt anyone. Now that all the families are gone, the party is turning into a top or bottom party." I said seeing what reaction I would get.
Carrie looked at me trying to figure out what I meant and then said, "What's that?"
"Well a top or bottom party is you get to pick to wear your top or your bottom and nothing else." I said
Carrie looked at we with wide eyes and tried to process what I just said. I was only kidding but her answer surprised me.
"I'm not in a bikini. I will have to run home and get something. How soon are you starting it?" Carrie said
My face was probably a little shocked at this point. I was expecting more resistance or her saying she would just go home. Carrie was ready and willing to participate. I was trying to think if I could really get this to happen but that thought quickly ended. There was no way people would participate and I didn't want everyone there to participate. I had a couple of employees and other close friends whose conservative lifestyles would prevent the semi nude party. Plus I could not have that information get around town that I had a nude party. It was not good for our professional lives. Only people we trusted could be a part of our new lifestyle. At least I knew Carrie was a possibility to come into our inner circle though.
"I'm just kidding. It was a joke but if you want to, I wont stop you." I laughed.
"Hey that wasn't nice." Carrie laughed and slapped my shoulder.
"Sorry but it was pretty funny." I said
"Maybe a little." Carrie said. Her face was a little red with embarrassment.
"I think its cool you would do it. I would have totally be down with it and I would have looked good in my tank top." I said
Carrie laughed and the embarrassment left her face and then said, "You would have picked to wear the top. That's hilarious."
"Yeah, no harm in showing off the good. Which were you going to pick?" I said
Carrie said, "Good question. I don't really like my boobs that much. They are too small."
I cut in and said, "Don't sell yourself short. You should let an expert be a judge of that." I said with a smile.
"You're a funny guy. To continue I might have picked bottoms as well because I am more confident with what I have down low." Carrie said.
"Good to know. Now all I have to do is convince everybody else to have this party so I can see you have naked. I accept this challenge." I joked with her.
"Deal. You set it up and both of us will we walking around naked from the waste down." Carrie said laughing.
"Its not fair though because you've already seen me naked." I said
"That's not my fault. You chose to walk naked in your garage." Carrie said
"Maybe but I still think we should be even. Next time you are naked in your garage just let me know." I said
"Sure, I'll give you a call."
"I will be waiting by my phone." I joked.
"Seriously though. Thanks for inviting me to the party. This has been the most fun I have had in years. I have an early morning tomorrow so I should probably head back home." Carrie said
"Thanks for coming. I'll walk you home. It has been a blast getting to know you and I am sure we will see more of you now." I said
"Definitely and thanks for being such a gentleman. Let me just go say goodbye to your wife."
Carrie went and hugged Lexi. After a few words and another hug she walked back towards me.
"You have yourself a great wife. Lexi is so nice and beautiful." Carrie said.
"I know. I got pretty lucky to have her." I said
"I only wish we could have gotten to know each other sooner. We missed out on years of friendship." Carrie said
"We will have to make the most of it going forward." I said
The walk to her house did not take long. We exchanged phone numbers. She thanked me again. We hugged and she kissed me on the cheek. She lingered a little longer than a neighborly goodbye should last and then we parted ways.
My mind raced on how I could possible fuck my older sexy neighbor. Her classic and elegant beauty was mesmerizing. I had to figure out a way to fuck her and luckily I had a sexy wife that would help me.
Back at my house the group had thinned out more. It was down to seven people including me. There was Kim, Matt, Amy, John (Amy's Husband), Holly and Lexi. Most of our parties ended with the three couples because we were all best friends. The girls were all in a close group talking. There seemed to be a lot of giggles so I had my guesses for what their conversation consisted of. The guys were under the covered porch watching some baseball on the TV.
I sat with my buddies. We just had small talk until John asked out of the blue.
"So I heard you fucked Kim?" John said
"What?" I said shocked.
"Yeah I heard it from Amy and Matt just now." John said
"What the fuck? Can no one keep a secret? Yes we did. What do you want to know?" I said
"Everything, this is crazy." John said.
I went through most of the story of the first time with Kim. I left out anything that I didn't think he or Matt needed to know.
"Holy shit. I didn't know you had anal with her. Fuck dude that is awesome. Your totally ok with this Matt?" John asked
"Yeah my marriage has never been better. I can't keep up with Kim and she has never been happier. If it wasn't for them fucking I would have never put it in Kim's ass and there is nothing I like more right now. Matter of fact Steve fucked her again right before the party." Matt said
"Seriously?" John said
"Yeah it was pretty fucking good too." I said. No reason to hide it now.
"Just don't fuck my wife." John said.
Right about then the girls made their way over to us. It was getting dark and they were going to go into the house. The caterers were cleaning up too so we needed to get out of their way.
"What were you guys talking about?" Amy said as we went silent as we saw them approach.
John held nothing back and said, "We were talking about Steve fucking Kim in the ass." Everyone stared at John at his blunt statement. "Oh shit, I forgot your friend was here." Talking about Holly.
"It's alright we were talking about the same thing. She knows everything. Can you believe that story?" Amy said directing her question at John.
"No I still don't really believe it. For how long we have all been friends and for this to happen now and everybody be cool about it. Its unbelievable." John said
"I know. I still can't believe you fit a dick that big in you ass." Amy said to Kim.
"Took a little bit but he fit and felt amazing. Lexi has ass fuck him too." Kim said
Everyone turned to look at Lexi. Obviously they had not talk about that or anything with Holly.
"Hold on." John said, "Steve and Lexi have had anal too? And how big is this dick were talking about?"
"We don't need to talk about that." I tried to interject.
Nobody must have heard me because they just carried on their conversation as if I was not a part of it.
"Almost ten inches is what I heard." Matt said
"I can confirm that." Kim said
"No way! I don't believe it." John said
"Can we please change the subject?" I said but ignored again.
"I don't believe it either." Amy said.
"Lexi and I have seen it and fucked it and it's big." Kim said
I know I am proud of my man piece but having it openly discussed right in front of me was embarrassing. These were life long friends discussing my dick. Awkward.
"We might need proof." Amy said
"What more can we do?" Lexi finally spoke up.
"I say he whips it out." John said.
"Yes, I'm curious to now. I want to see what has been fucking Kim." Matt said
"Me too. I want to see it." Amy said
"Me too!" Holly said
"Four against three. We win the vote. Whip it out." Amy said
"I should get a say in this. I'm not some circus novelty show." I said
"You lost we won." John said.
"I'll vote for it too. I'm always down to see it again." Kim said
"Are you guy serious?" I asked
Lexi stepped in and I was hoping to my defense. It was not. "Lets go inside and give him a few minutes to get it hard and we'll do it." Lexi said. I looked at her and she smiled and said to me, "What the hell? You got something special. Might as well show it off."
"Fuck me!" I said a little frustrated.
"You're already getting enough." John said
We all walked inside and I could not believe what I was about to do. Everyone sat down on the couches and got ready for my show. If I was going to show what I had, I might as well do it right. I had to be hard and I had to get the spandex off.
"Kim and Lexi can I talk to you for a minute." I said
Both followed me upstairs. I wanted to be mad at them but honestly how could I possibly be mad with how good they treat me.
"I need some help getting the spandex off and one of you is helping me get hard." I said as I dropped my shorts.
"Why do you have my workout shots on?" Lexi said
"I needed to contain my erection after what you and Kim did to me. Kim suggested your spandex. They worked well but they are so tight. Took me a few minutes to get them on." I said
"Well let's not make our guests wait to long." Lexi said.
Lexi and Kim both went to their knees in front of me. Kim licked the tip of my dick that was exposed from the bottom of the shorts.
"Get the shorts off first." I said
Each girl took a side of the spandex as they pealed them from my body. It felt so good to be released from the tight confines of the spandex. Lexi grabbed the base of my cock and offered it to Kim. Kim quickly took the tip into her mouth. I was quickly growing as Lexi jacked me and Kim massaged my head with her mouth.
"Honestly I think both of you should be naked to. Were all in this together right?" I said as I grabbed the ties to their bikinis. They ignored my comment and continued with the oral stimulation
The tops fell forward and exposed their breast. I was rock hard by that point be the double action on my cock was incredible. They switched the sucking and jacking a few times. Within a couple minutes each girl was deep throating me. Lexi was admiring Kim's skills when she snapped back to reality.
"I really want to continue but I don't think he can get much harder. We should probably get out there." Lexi said. There was disappointment on all of our faces.
Reminding them of my previous statement I said, "If I am going out there naked so are you two. We all did this together."
"I'm fine with that." Kim said. Her wildness and confidence made her comfortable with the situation. It probably really turned her on too.
Lexi on the other hand was getting more comfortable with her new self but those underlying beliefs and modesty was coming out again. She was comfortable around Kim and me. Getting naked in front of the rest of the group was getting to her and showed on her face.
Kim spoke first and said, "You are the sexiest person here. Your body is perfect. You have nothing to be ashamed of or nervous about. I know Matt and John are going to love it."
Lexi look at me nervously and I said, "I know I am going to love looking at you. Hell I am happy to show off my beautiful wife. You do it only if you want to. I'm happy to keep you for myself to."
"Sharing is caring." Kim said
"Alright I'll do it. What the hell." Lexi said
We made our way down the stairs. Both girls were in front of me, blocking me from view. Matt and Johns mouths were side open. Matt was glued on Lexi and John could not figure out which one to look at.
Matt yelled, "This is the best idea we have ever had."
"You can put your clothes back on Steve. I have seen everything I need to see." John said with his eyes glued on the naked girls.
The girls and oddly Matt quickly shushed him and quickly stated the opposite. We made it in front of the couches. The girls still had me block. They had worked out the entrance upstairs.
"Ladies and gentleman we give you the cock." Kim said as they both stepped to the side. Leaving me naked with all eyes on me. I must have turn red because who wouldn't be embarrassed in that situation. The nerves quickly went away when I saw the reaction. I only cared about the girls.
Holly who knew my dick pretty well at this point just smiled at me. Amy was the one I was interested in. Her eyes were glued on me and her mouth slightly hung open. I swear I could hear her breathing become heavier and she squeezed her legs even tighter together.
"You lucky son of a bitch." John said.
"I guess you guys were telling the truth. That might be the biggest I have ever seen." Matt said.
Amy finally spoke and said, "That thing is huge." A smile crossed her lips as she said it.
John was so distracted by the three of us that I thought he might get a little jealous by his wives reaction.
Kim reached back and grabbed a hold of my cock and said, "It is so fucking nice. We might need a room."
"Fuck no! Do it right here, right now." Matt said sitting forward in his seat.
"Hell yeah do it now." Amy said enthusiastically.
"I agree!" John said
"Whoa, whoa lets calm down a little bit. We're not doing anything." I said
Lexi and Kim looked at each other and I think had a whole conversation without saying a word.
Then Lexi whispered in my ear, "Everybody wants a show. Just have fun and fuck Kim senseless."
"In front of everyone? This is crazy." I whispered back.
At that point it was moot because I felt a warm mouth wrapped around my cock. Kim had started and once I felt her amazing mouth, I no longer cared. I was revved up and ready to go.
I held Lexi by my side while I was orally pleased. She watched Kim work her magic as well as everybody else in the room. I was surprised by the silence in the room. Only the slurping sounds coming from Kim were audible. I looked around the room and everybody sat motionless and quiet. Their eyes never moved from Kim.
Kim was still warming up. She had a lot more she could do. My dick had not touched her throat and I was sure it was going to be a crowd pleaser. A few moments later my dick was sliding deeper.
Someone said, "Holy shit!" out of shock from what they were witnessing.
I thought to myself at that point. If they want a show, I should give them a show. I was going to go all out.
Kim's nose kept bumping into my groin with each motion. I place one hand on the back of her head and helped her move fast and rougher. I force my cock down her throat as far it could go. Her face buried against my skin. I heard low mumbles of amazement and shock. With my other hand I reached for Lexi. I grabbed her ass and then found my way between her legs to her pussy. I slipped my finger inside. I was not planning to get her too involved but she seemed willing and her pussy was as wet as a glass of water. I finger fucked her. Her ass was towards the couches and most likely gave everyone an excellent view of her pussy.
Lexi took over the work with Kim's head. She was in control of the blowjob. I was getting close to cumming and I whispered that fact to Lexi. Lexi relayed the message to Kim. Lexi messaged my balls while Kim sucked hard and fast on my dick, while she pumped with one hand. The pressure and the swirling motions of her tongue were too much for me. I grunted in in release.
I heard one of the guys say, "He just came, didn't he?"
Then Amy said, "Yeah and Kim swallowed everything."
Everybody was clapping for us like we really had just put on some special show. Three girls in the room knew the show was definitely not over.
"He's not done." Holly said calmly.
"He better not be done, I need to be fucked." Kim said
I moved to the couch. Holly and Amy made room for me. I laid back and Kim and Lexi joined me. Lexi sat with Holly. They were spooning and Lexi had her arms wrapped around Holly, hugging her.
Kim straddled my waist and took my cock in her pussy. With one motion she sat on my entire cock.
I got encouragement from Matt yelling, "Fuck her good! Fuck my wife!" Honestly it was a little weird to hear but I am a pleaser so I was not going to let him down.
Amy was sitting very close to me. She took in all the action. She bit her lip and her hand was now pressed between her legs. I wished I could see what was going on between her legs. The thought just turned me on more and gave me an idea.
"I think the two other girls need to get naked too. Guys you do whatever you want." I said
"I'm down." Holly said
Holly wiggled out of her suit and cuddled up naked with Lexi. Amy paused thinking for a bit.
"I'll do it too." Amy said
"You can't get naked Amy. Everyone will see you." John said
"Exactly that's the fun part. You don't like the fact everyone will see me?" Amy said directly at John
"Yeah I don't. You can't do it." John said
"I can and I will. It's fine for you to look at all the other girls naked but not okay for me. You're a hypocrite. Lets go home then." Amy said
John was quite for about thirty seconds thinking and then said, "But I want to stay." Amy put him in his place. Obviously not wanting to miss out and realizing the words his wife said were true.
"Good then I'm getting naked." Amy said.
Amy stood and undid her swimsuit. Her tan body looked great. First came her top. Her big fake tits protruded from her body with a perkiness that was not quite natural but also not too fake. Her quarter size light brown nipples were barely darker than the tan skin that surrounded them. Her bottoms fell to the floor. Her ass was fuller and rounder than Lexi. It looked muscular with no fat to speak of. Amy turned towards me and revealed a perfectly manicured pussy. It was clean except for a very narrow runway strip just above her pussy.
Amy sat back down on the couch. Closer this time with our skin touching. She was getting a great view of Kim bouncing on my cock. John was on the other side of the couch. He had calmed down and totally distracted by the two naked women cuddling in front of him and Kim fucking me. He was actively grabbing at his cock in his pants.
I glanced to my left to see Lexi and Holly doing a lot more than just cuddling now. Lexi had one of Holly's tits cupped in her hand. Holly had her legs spread and I could see the tips of Lexi's fingers working her pussy from behind. Fucking Kim was amazing but I needed to be a part of Lexi and Holly.
I picked up the pace. I figured after another orgasm Kim would be satisfied and I could make the switch. One minute later, Kim's hips moved perfectly to my fucking. She burst into orgasm.
"Fuck my pussy... Fuck me harder Steve." Kim yelled throughout her orgasm.
I obliged, fucking her as hard as I could. The room went quiet as all eyes were on Kim and her body twitching through the pleasure of cumming.
Kim looked exhausted after she finished cumming. She collapsed onto my chest and my hard cock slipped from her canal. We were both breathing heavy and in a daze, until I felt a hand wrap around my cock. I jerked my head up in surprise expecting it to be Lexi, Holly or Kim. It was not. I looked at Amy. Her arm was moving slowly and her eyes were locked on my groin.
Kim looked at me in surprise and I whispered in her ear, "Amy has my cock."
"Awesome!" Kim whispered
I peered over at John. He was distracted with his hands in his pants now and his eyes on my wife and Holly.
"Awesome yes but what about John." I said
When those words came out of my mouth the feeling on my cock changes. The warm sensation of a mouth was now a few inches down my cock. Looking over Kim's back I could see Amy's head bobbing up and down on my cock.
Kim knew exactly what was happening and said, "Let me take care of John."
I didn't know how she was going to accomplish that but it was too late. John was standing. His face was bright red in anger.
"What the fuck are you doing?" John screamed.
Amy ignored him and kept sucking. Kim stood and got in front of John with her hands on his chest.
"Amy! Stop, please stop." Still yelling but the anger seemed to turn more into pain as he watched his wife cheating with his best friend only feet away.
"I'm sorry man, She just started doing it." I said half-heartedly. I mean I was getting a blowjob and I made no moves to stop her as he was yelling.
"Please stop Amy." His voice was now pleading with her to stop.
Amy continued on and everybody except John was enjoying the show.
"Fine! I'm leaving you slut. I can't believe you have done this to me." John said
I saw Amy's eyes flick up towards John and then to Kim. Amy gave a tiny nod at Kim. In whatever girl language they spoke with only a nod, Kim moved in to action.
"John you just need to relax. We are all friends here and you have nothing to be mad about." Kim said
"The hell I don't. My wife is sucking Steve's dick." John said
"Yeah, so what? You were fine watching me with Steve. Matt really liked watching me with Steve. We are here to have fun. Just relax and enjoy." Kim said
"No way. I'm leaving and never coming bac..." John stopped mid sentence as Kim's hand found his cock.
Kim pushed him back on the couch and undid his shorts.
"Are you sure you want Amy to stop? If she stops, I stop. And let me tell you one thing. I give the best blowjobs." Kim said
"Umm..." John seriously thought and then finally said barely audible, "Don't stop."
"What was that?" Kim said
"I said don't stop." John said louder
"Should your wife keep sucking Steve's big dick?" Kim said playfully. She knew she had him now. He wanted to have Kim suck his dick and would do almost anything for it to happen.
"Yes she should keep sucking." John said meekly
"Good! Lets get these shorts off and see what you are made of." Kim said.
Amy hummed in pleasure from the events that transpired. She looked up at me and smiled holding my dick. Now that she did not have to worry about sucking me, she got between my legs and kneeled on the ground.
"Holy shit!" John yelled.
His excitement came from the blowjob. Kim had his seven-inch cock down her throat and he loved it. Getting deep throated seemed like a new experience for him.
Amy's blowjob was very sensual and loving. She was not aggressive or hard but moved up and down my cock with great care. She made sure to treat my entire dick with attention and detail. At most she took about four inches into her mouth and never tried to go deeper. Amy couldn't take a cock deep but don't get me wrong, Amy's blowjob was good in its own right.
Amy continued her tender sucking and I turned my attention to the two beautiful women next to me. I kissed both of them and then touched and fondle anything I could reach.
After a few minutes I looked back up at Kim and John. What I saw shocked me. In this situation it should not of surprised me but when you see a women getting it from both ends for the first time it's a little shocking. Matt was kneeled behind his wife, fucking her doggy style. He slammed into her and with each thrust he slammed Johns dick down her throat. It was quite the site.
"You want to switch and fuck her?" Matt said to John
John once again was at a loss for words. Finally he said looking at Amy sucking me, "I don't know. Amy?"
Amy looked over at her husband and after a few more sucks she came off my dick to answer. "Fuck her John. Fuck her good."
John didn't respond but jumped up excitedly like he had just won the lottery. John grabbed Kim's hips and slammed his cock into her pussy. Kim loved the action. She moaned out another orgasm.
"Can I lick one of you?" I said to Holly and Lexi.
Lexi being the caring person she was quickly volunteered Holly and said, "Do Holly, I'll help Amy. I switched positions to the floor. I laid flat on my back. Amy and Lexi kneel, each straddling a leg. Lexi and Amy had their ass in the air pointed right at the threesome and within reach of John. Holly sat on my face. She faced towards all the action.
My mind was blown by what was going on. I had three beautiful women on me. I was having a fucking foursome. I could easily tell the difference between my wives mouth and Amy. The contrast felt great and they kept taking turn. After a minute I needed to see for myself. I pushed Holly's amazing ass and pussy from my face and glanced down. Amy and Lexi had looks of passion and pleasure on their faces as they stroked and sucked me.
John had taken the opportunity to fondle the two woman's ass. It was really weird at first to see another man touching my wife but after all she had done for me those thoughts quickly went away. I replaced them with thoughts of her being happy and pleasured. Lexi looked up at me with her eyebrows raise. I nodded and smiled at her. She wanted to make sure I was okay with it and I was. It was actually pretty hot.
"I'm about to cum." John said not really knowing where he should do it. Kim quickly took care of that. She spun around and engulfed his cock back into her mouth. A few seconds later he was cumming down her throat.
"That was so fucking hot." Matt yelled. He really got off by watching his wife.
The three of them sat on the couch. Kim was in the middle stroking their cocks and watching the four of us on the ground.
I pulled Holly back to my face. I devoured her pussy and ass. After an orgasm she switched spots with Lexi and I got back to work with my mouth. After a few more minutes I felt the unmistakable feeling of a pussy on my cock. It was not Holly or Kim's pussy. I could easily tell the difference. This was a new pussy. It had to be Amy.
I caught a tiny glimpse of the tan skin and skinny runway strip of her pussy. Her pussy walls were tight and moist. She took my entire cock with little trouble and before long we were really going at it. I ate Lexi with vigor and Amy fucked me with great intensity.
It only took a couple minutes for Amy to cum.
"Oh Steve. Oh shit I'm cumming. Fuck, your dick is huge. Fuck me." Amy said
I could hear low murmurs throughout the room. I wondered for only a second what John was thinking but soon got back to the fact I was humping a beautiful woman. I wanted to see her bounce on my cock. Lexi moved and Amy's big fake tits were bouncing with each thrust. I reached up and took a handful of one tit while Lexi sucked on the other nipple.
I was so distracted but heard Kim say something about her ass to John.
Kim sat between the two men stroking their hard cocks. Kim went to the ground in front of Matt and John. She started sucking John and still jacked Matt. Few minutes later they moved into the same position as before. John was behind Kim and Matt in front of her. Kim sucked Matt and John started to push in. I did not have that good of a view but I could tell he was not going for her pussy.
"Spit on my asshole John." Kim said as he was trying to push in.
With the extra lube John pushed past her sphincter and into her ass. John yelled out in joy since it was his first time fucking an asshole.
"Holy shit! I can't believe my dick is in your ass Kim. Holy shit!" John said. The smile on his face could not have been bigger.
"Glad you like it. Now fuck my ass hard John." Kim said.
John followed the command perfectly. He slammed in and out of Kim's ass. Kim could barely come up for air as she was pushed hard against Matt's groin and his cock in her mouth.
The girls wanted to get closer to the action so they had me reposition on the ground next to the threesome. Amy was right next to John and Kim's ass. She kissed her husband and encouraged his fucking. Amy then sat back on my cock but this time in the reverse position. Lexi sat on the couch next to Matt. Holly sat next to me on the ground. Holly caressed my chest and Amy's ass. Lexi sat right on the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide open. Amy understood what Lexi wanted. She placed her hands on Lexi's thigh and lowered her head to Lexi's pussy. Amy ate her without hesitation.
Matt looked at me as if to get permission to touch my wife. I gave him a nod of approval. He looked giddy and then turned and placed his mouth right over Lexi's nipple. He sucked hard against her sensitive nipples. Lexi started cumming hard. With both hands on the back of Amy's head, she ground against Amy's tongue bath.
I then had an idea that of course came from porn videos but I wanted to see it in real life. I said, "Kim you should try taking two cocks. One in your pussy and one in your ass."
Everybody stopped and looked at me for a brief second for my suggestion and then to Kim.
"I want to try that." Kim said. Then she looked at Matt and John and said, "You guys down."
Matt was already pulling her to his lap before he could answer.
"Hell yeah!" John said. "This night has been ridiculous. Honestly I have always wanted to try this."
"Happy you didn't make us leave?" Amy chimed in.
"Yes, good thing you started sucking that cock." John joked. "I'm ready for more ass."
Matt was already fucking Kim's pussy when John got into position. Outside of porn I don't think anybody their had seen anything like this. Everybody stopped to watch.
Matt stopped moving to allow John to get in. It was obviously a little tighter but after a little struggle both cocks were buried in Kim.
The other ladies wanted to ask Kim questions about it. Only thing Kim said was how good it felt and the orgasm in the first thirty seconds validated that truth.
The view for Holly and me was quite graphic. From behind we could see each cock alternating thrusts into Kim.
Holly whispered in my ear, "I need to try that but with you in my ass."
I embraced Holly. I kissed her passionately for a few minutes. My hand came to rest between her spread legs. I rubbed her pussy and clit to orgasm.
The stimulation and excitement caught up to me. I was on the verge of cumming. Not knowing what Amy was comfortable with I said, "I'm about to cum Amy." Trying to give her fair warning.
She ignored my comment and moved her hips faster. Amy's face was still buried between Lexi's legs and a few seconds after my statement Lexi started cumming. It was a chain reaction. I dumped my seed deep inside Amy. Amy's orgasm started. Her verbal assault on my cock was legendary.
Our heat spilled over to the two men. They both came inside Kim. We all collapsed in a naked mess. Everybody looked around at what just happened and started laughing.
"This has been the craziest and best night of my life." John said.
Most of us nodded in agreement. The girls wanted to talk about Kim and the two dicks. Kim covered the feeling and sensations of being double penetrated as cum leaked from her holes. The other girls were very intrigued by the notion. Amy was shocked at how much Kim liked anal. Holly gave her very high endorsement of anal too. That left Amy thinking and curious. John was sold.
Finally Amy came off my still hard cock. Holly and her shared the cleaning duties. To every ones surprise Matt started down on Kim.
Lexi was the first to speak, "What are you doing Matt?"
"Yeah what are you doing?" I chimed in.
"Just cleaning her up. They're cleaning you up Steve." Matt said pointing at Holly and Amy. "Why is it weird I do it to her. Plus I might like doing it."
"That's weird Matt." Lexi said and most of us agreed.
Kim said, "Hey to each their own. I love when he does it and he likes it. It doesn't have to be only us girls who clean things up. He's progressive and I love him for it."
"True. We aren't judging. It just took us by surprise. More power to you Matt." Amy said
"I know I like doing it. Just shocked me seeing a guy do it." Lexi said
"Don't get any ideas honey. That is one thing I am not trying." I said
"I'll eat your cum filled pussy anytime Lexi." Matt said.
We all laughed at the statement and Lexi said, "I will take you up on that one day."
The conversations wound down and the couples got all there stuff together and started to head home.
Holly was the last one left. We were still naked and I joined her on the couch. She had not been a full participate in the nights activities and I felt bad. She was the new person and really did not put herself totally out. Being younger than everybody and new to our group explained why but I wanted to make sure she felt appreciated. Lexi was already taking care of it.
"I already asked Holly if she wanted to stay over tonight. Is that ok with you honey?" Lexi said walking back from the front door when she let the last couple out of our home.
"Of course she can stay. You are so nice honey." I said.
"Lexi I wanted to thank you for everything today. You are amazing and my new best friend. You have made me feel so welcomed all day. I thought this day would be super weird meeting you but it wasn't. You feel like family to me. Crazy." Holly said.
"Your welcome in our home anytime. I'm so glad Steve walked into your store and met you. You're a very special young girl and we are lucky to have you around." Lexi said.
"Look at us getting all sappy. You girls are amazing. Now how crazy was tonight." I said
"Out of control. I was not expecting it to escalate so quickly." Lexi said
"Yeah I thought I was coming to a pool party. Who are you guys?" Holly said
"I hope that wasn't to much for you Holly. We've never done anything like that before. Everyone got a little crazy." Lexi said
"It was great. I loved it. Steve looked like he really loved it and is still loving it." Holly said as she grabbed my still hard cock.
"Yeah honey, you did well for yourself. I can't believe you fucked Amy. How was she?"
"She was great but not as good as you two." I said
"You're just saying that." Lexi said, "She is really hot and that body she has."
"I agree." I said
"So do you have some more left in the tank for the two girls that have not been fucked tonight?" Lexi said
"Most definitely." I said
"Great. Holly you want to blow him with me?" Lexi said. Holly nodded in agreement.
Holly and Lexi went to the floor. Holly offered the first lick to Lexi.
"He is your husband. You do the honors." Holly said
Lexi took me in her mouth like she had so many times since our sexual awakening. The sight of my dick in her mouth would never get old. It still felt like a special treat to have her lips wrapped around my cock and I never wanted that feeling to go. Holly admired Lexi's work. I must say her blowjobs were pretty special now. Her oral skills were reaching new heights.
A minute later Lexi came up for air and said, "Amy taste good on you honey. Your turn Holly." Lexi said
"Your so good at sucking him. How can you fit so much of him?" Holly asked
"It took practice honey. We can work on it later."
Holly turned her attention back to my dick. She used both hands and her mouth.
"You're doing great Holly." Lexi encouraged, "keep pumping his cock."
After they switched a couple more times Lexi said, "How about we move to the bedroom."
We all agreed and then Holly said, "This whole situation is so surreal. I would have never thought I would be going to a married couples bedroom to fool around. Its amazing but crazy."
"I know our lives have changed drastically in the last month. I would have never worn a bikini at a party a month ago, let alone be a part of some crazy orgy. I would have never brought another women into my bed to share my husband but right now I could not be more excited." Lexi said
"Well thank you for sharing. Steve is pretty special." Holly said
We made our way up stairs. I stayed behind the girls as they held each other's hands the whole way there. The ass's look spectacular next to each other.
"I need to pick your brain on anal." Lexi said as we made it to the bed, "From what Steve told me, you sound like an expert."
"I have done a lot of research but I don't know if I am an expert." Holly said
"So I have one question. How do I make sure I am prepared? I mean clean? Are you prepared for anal all the time?" Lexi said
"I had the same concern at the beginning too. So have you tried any cleaning before?" Holly asked
"This is gross and weird talking about, especially before we are all about to have sex. I feel weird talking about it in front of Steve."
"Don't feel weird for me. I'm really curious and I just think its part of anal."
"I agree. I say if you want to do anal, from the man's or women's perspective, you have to be fine with it. For example right I am not prepared. I was not expecting all this to happen at your family friendly party. Too much good food." Holly said
"Okay then. Well I wash the area really good and I am already hairless. The first time Steve put his dick in my ass I didn't do anything. Luckily it was fine and he didn't go in very far. Last time I used an enema but I didn't know if that was right." Lexi said
"That's the right move. If you want to go shopping tomorrow I can show you my favorite products that make it really fast and easy to get ready." Holly said
"Yes! I feel so relieved. It was a worry that I always had in the back of my head, just a tough subject to bring up. Lets get back to business." Lexi said and then continued, "Holly get on all fours. Steve, fuck her from behind."
"Yes ma'am." I said
"Are you sure? You should go first." Holly said
"No, no honey you go first. I can't wait to see Steve fuck your tight pussy."
"Thank you Lexi. How about you come sit right here and let me thank you." Holly patted the bed were she could eat out Lexi.
Joy rushed through me as the girls got into place. I know technically I had just had a threesome/foursome or whatever that orgy type thing was we had downstairs but this was different. This was more special for some reason. I tried to figure out why in my mind and the only thing I could come up with was how I felt toward the two women. My bond with Lexi was like nothing I could even compare to. I loved her more than anything. Holly I had different feelings. I really cared for her. I think I loved her. Our bond and what we shared was special. What made it even better was that I knew she felt the same way. The three of us were stronger together.
Lexi laid back with her legs spread wide. Holly kissed her way up Lexi's inner thigh. Holly teased Lexi. She licked and kissed around the pussy but never actually touched the lips.
I spread Holly's ass wide. I looked from the tiny bit of the pussy slit I could see to her perfect asshole. I wished my dick was going in that hole but her pussy was an incredible consolation prize. Holly's slit was dripping wet from being turned on for hours now. I lined up my moist cock with her cunt. I expected a lot of resistance, as was the case with the last time I fucked her. Holly was still unbelievably tight but not quite as much as last time. After only a little coercion and a few muffled grunts from Holly I was buried in her snatch.
I fucked Holly slow and sensual. I loved the sight of her tan skin and pink lips stretched and hugging my cock each time I pulled out. As I thrust into Holly, her tongue action on Lexi had picked up. I was distracted by what I was doing on my end that I missed the part where Holly stopped teasing and started eating. Holly was pressed hard into Lexi's pussy lips. Her tongue was furiously working the clit.
"Keep going Holly. Lick my clit. Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Lexi yelled as her body tensed. Every muscle in Lexi's body flexed as the orgasm ripped through her. Her abs showed as she crunched forward, eyes wide watching Holly and me.
Holly continued to give her pussy a tongue bath till Lexi collapsed back on the bed and said, "Stop. Stop Holly. Oh Fuck Holly." Lexi wiggled her hips free. "That was amazing Holly. My body and pussy are so sensitive that you touch at the end. It was more than I could handle. Thank you."
Lexi slid forward and kissed Holly. Their tongues were going in and out of each other's mouths. The kiss lasted minutes as they fondled each other and I slid quickly in and out of Holly's tight pussy. I was on the verge of orgasm.
A few more pumps and my seed spewed into Holly. The girls stopped making out to watch me cum. Lexi moved down to me and watched my dick pump in and out. Lexi placed her fingertips on Holly's asshole and rubbed softly. Holly looked over her shoulder smiling at my orgasm, her full pussy and Lexi playing with her ass.
I pulled out of Holly. Lexi quickly took my cock into her mouth and swallowed any remaining fluids. I flipped Holly over so she was laying flat on her back.
"This is the right way to clean a pussy. Now that Matt is gone I can say honestly. That guy is really fucking weird and dirty. I was not expecting to see that." Lexi said
"I know I was speechless. That is one thing I will never try. Sorry girls."
"Don't worry I think we can handle the cleaning duties." Lexi said
"Good now get to cleaning." I said
Lexi licked up Holly's ass crack to catch the cum leaking from her pussy. The cum stuck to her tongue till she swallowed. Once the exterior was clean Lexi's tongue disappeared into Holly. Her lips were locked tightly on Holly's pussy. Her mouth made a slight sucking motion as she tried to get every drop of cum she could reach.
The scene was so hot that I was ready to rock and roll again. I placed a pillow under Holly's waist to raise her hips. I directed Lexi to lie on top of her. I now had two pussies to play with, one on top of the other. The girls returned their make out, sharing whatever cum was left in Lexi's mouth.
I touched each of their pussies. My fingers parted their lips and I inserted my fingers. I finger fucked them simultaneously. The two perfect pussies were wet and hot. The girls were enjoying my handy work but my cock was throbbing.
My cock needed to be enveloped in my favorite pussy. I got on my knees behind Lexi. No extra lube was necessary. My cock slid smoothly into her depths. Lexi's pussy was truly a custom fit to my dick. I was the only cock to enter her pussy so over our marriage her pussy seemed to be perfectly molded to my shape and size.
I pounded Lexi hard. I could feel exhaustion creeping into my body but my stamina was through the roof. Holly and Lexi were kissing each other hard. The only recognition I got from my fucking was the moans coming from Lexi. Holly's hands were roaming Lexi's back. It looked really sexy when she grabbed Lexi's ass. Holly squeezed and spread Lexi's cheek. I could not believe my luck. I thought my stamina was good until my brain realized how fucking hot this whole scene was. I pushed back my urges and focused on pleasing my wife.
My body slapped into Lexi as I pounded in and out of her. With each thrust my body would graze Holly.
A few minutes later Lexi arched her back, breaking the kiss with Holly and her body tensed in orgasm. Pleasure ripped through her body. Holly used the extra space between their bodies to attack Lexi's tits. From what I could see Holly was sucking hard on Lexi's nipples, switching back and forth quickly.
"Oh fuck guys... Fuck me Steve! Holly...Oh Holly keep going! Fuck..." Lexi said
The orgasm subsided and Lexi made both of us slow our attack. Her whole body was too sensitive.
"That was seriously one of the best orgasms of my life. You two really know how to please. Thank you." Lexi said, "Holly we might have to just have you move in with us."
After a minute of recovery I said, "Are you ready for more Lexi?"
"I think we should give our guest some more attention and I want to see you fuck her again." Lexi said
Lexi moved off Holly and then directed us to our positions. Lexi put me on my back and had Holly riding me in cowgirl. Holly's pussy hugged my cock as she sat completely down on my lap. Lexi kneeled next to Holly with a hand on her ass and one on her clit. Lexi was helping Holly bounce on my cock with the hand on her ass and feverously worked Holly's clit with the other.
No more than a minute into the fuck did Holly burst into orgasm. Breathing hard, she held and buried her head into Lexi as she came. Seeing the woman I love more than anything and the girl I was starting to love share that moment was amazing. It was a surreal moment of how amazing and crazy my life was.
I guess I was in a trance of smiling and staring at them when Lexi said, "Steve?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry I was just enjoying the moment and how amazing my life is." I said
"Yeah, yeah we know honey but are you ready to keep fucking," Lexi said laughing.
"Of course. Can't I take a little time to admire?" I said
"Maybe later. Right now we need you to keep fucking." Lexi said. Holly was silent in somewhat of a pleasure daze.
If they wanted me to fuck, I was really going to give it to them. I need a position with more control. I went back to the trusted doggy. I pushed Holly off of my cock to her surprise. I flipped her over, grabbed her ass and slammed my dick into her tight little pussy. I showed no mercy and gave her everything I had. My body slapped against her ass, turning it pink.
Lexi came right next to me and kissed me on the cheek. Then she admired the same view I had of my dick stretching Holly's pussy with each thrust. Her tight pink pussy lips wrapped around my cock perfectly.
Lexi leaned forward slightly right over Holly's asshole. A small ball of spit landed right on Holly's hole. Then with a finger Lexi messaged Holly's perfect asshole. Lexi never penetrated the puckered star but worked her fingers magically around her ass.
"That feels so good guys. Oh fuck! I'm about to cum again." Holly said
"You like my husband fucking you and me rubbing your ass." Lexi said. The dirty talk was so hot. Hearing the words come from my sweet wife was amazing.
"Yes! It feels so good. I love everything about you two. I am so close" Holly said
"Cum Holly, cum all over my husbands hard cock." Lexi said
Cum she did. Holly's pussy got so wet and slick.
"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck me..." Holly said
I was getting close but Lexi was about to send me over the edge.
Lexi whispered in my ear as Holly was cumming, "Don't stop fucking her baby. I want to see you cum deep inside her pussy. Fuck her Steve."
I started my orgasm as Holly was coming down. Holly's body thrashed in pleasure and sensitivity as I pounded into her and released my seed. I never let up until I my own body started to tingle from the immense pleasure.
I fell back on the bed and Holly collapsed forward. I almost jumped when I felt Lexi wrap her mouth around my spent cock. I could feel every touch and lick with great detail. I almost could not handle the sensation.
Holly finally spoke, "I thought I was going to pass out. Every part of my body is tingling after that. Simply amazing."
After I was clean Lexi went to Holly. Holly had the same reaction I had when Lexi licked her pussy.
"Woo, soft Lexi. Oh my gosh please be soft." Holly said. Lexi was gentle and licked every inch of Holly.
Lexi forced us out of bed to the shower. Lexi claimed we could not sleep in our sweaty state. I was so tired I could have passed out in seconds. Of course I did not win and the three of us showered together. Our shower was big but with three people it did start to get crowded. Of course when we built the house the thought of and extra person never crossed our minds.
My mind started to come up with solutions. I didn't want to remodel my bathroom but I did have a big deck off my master. With the warm summer nights and the privacy of our yard it could be really nice.
Back in bed I laid in the middle with a beautiful women on each side. We relived and reflected upon the day's events. Holly was so cute and happy with the idea that she was naked and sleeping in a married couples bed. It was really a crazy idea to all of us but somehow it seemed right. Weird how life changes. | literotica |
Title: Belize Starthong's Lesson
Tags: tigress, wolf, furry, male female sex, magic, love, werewolf
My elder tigress reached up for a vial on the highest shelf of the immense library wall. Her crimson blouse raised from her black skirt as she stretched, showing off a thin muscular back, striped darkest blue on white fur. The same markings wrapped around her muscular legs, and her tail which always swayed knowingly behind her nicely shaped rump...
I told myself to stop. She was my elder in the academy, yet still I couldn't help myself to admiring her catlike curves.
She must have felt my lupine eyes, because she peered over her shoulder and smiled knowingly back at me before snatching the vial off of its perch. For a cat, she was more than easy to look at. I've shared intimate time with few other lupines, but never a tigress like Elder Fur Belize Starthong, and never someone of her age. Her exact age was a mystery to all students in the academy, including me to this day.
Outside of her presence I wondered what it would be like to have her under me; though I never spoke it, and hardly thought it out of fear she could read my mind. Which wasn't out of the realm of possibility. She had vast command of many magical arts, though we studied under her as healers.
She was my academy senior by nearly six decades. I was her apprentice, if you could even call it that. More a student, quite inept compared to Belize's vast knowledge of the healing arts. I was learning quickly. In fact my colleagues made fun that I had become something of a pet to Elder Fur Belize. It was no secret, Belize had a reputation for quickly indoctrinating brilliant furs, while publicly discarding less talented students.
I luckily, was her favorite. Sometimes in the company of my peers it was a curse. Still, I liked Elder Belize Starthong. I knew that I had much to gain from our relationship, as strangely professional and exciting as it was for me. I wondered if the interest was mutual; I often times expected it was.
She moved across the room to me gracefully, and put the vial in my hand. "This will do the trick my little puppy." She said to me grinning slyly. Her paw grazed my arm, and sent a vibe of vulnerability through my body. I suddenly felt very awkward. The magical container fumbled in my paw before I recaptured it. "Are you feeling okay Deorrmic?"
"Yes," I said, trying to sound assured to my teacher. "I, I was just wondering how I apply the contents."
A Junar bug had bitten me nearly a week ago on my neck, during an expedition to the Halic Valley. The bite remained inflamed for nearly a week, during which time I treated it with a number of minor salves and spells - all of which had failed. In the past hours, the bite had swollen to the painful size of a walnut under the silver fur of my neck and was beginning to spread. If not treated soon, the infection could become rampant, even deadly.
Out of frustration and a but of fear I sought Elder Fur Belize's expertise.
"I was hoping you would ask," she said in a typical instructing voice, which twisted consonants in a gentle purring accent. "As you know, not all potions are ingested. In fact, some potions use no form of content contact at all."
I knew this to be true. I had heard of Likala potions, that upon spoken word, would disappear, but then magically perform the desired deed asked of it.
Belize turned toward me, her golden cat eyes dilating vertically. "This potion has a most unique application Deorrmic." She purred the rr's in my name slowly as she stepped towards me. "This potion was fashioned by the faeries of the Halic Valley. It's nature is intrinsic."
I hastened to open the vial while mumbling. "You mean it must be taken orally."
Belize seized my arm before raising the potion to my lips. Her movements so quick I nearly lost balance. "No, my little puppy. I'm disappointed. Orally would most certainly mean death."
Her grip on me was strong, and her claws had extended just enough to prick my skin, yet almost instantly she let go. For a moment I wondered then why she had just given me the potion without instruction, but this was Elder Belize's way. She had taught me well to respect magic, even that which seems harmless. So she expected more from me. I felt ashamed, I lowered my eyes respectfully and muttered "I'm sorry."
"Do not fret." Belize said, while raising my chin with her paw. "This is just another lesson in your path to being an experienced healer." She smiled knowingly, non threateningly. Which surprised me, for I had felt her wrath before for mistaken judgments. It was said half the toads in the academy moat were Belize's students.
"Apparently, I have another lesson to teach you today. One that will surely bring us closer together, and you further along my little puppy."
Belize began calling me her little puppy the first day of my apprenticeship. At first I resented it, who was this cat to call me a child! Though, in time I understood this was her way of taking me under her wing. Her way of choosing me out of few lupines who had applied and made it into the healer's academy.
Belize casually pointed to a dragon leather lounging sofa, that sat aside her desk. "Take a seat puppy, make yourself comfortable." She began walking to her desk as I took my seat. Then as not a second thought, she waved her paw at the door of her office and spoke a word in the Language of Catta. The door glowed for a moment, and I assumed she had cast a warding spell so there would be no intrusions. She then took seat on the end of the lounge chair by me.
For a moment the room was uncomfortably silent. We studied each other. Then she spoke.
"Are you afraid of me?" She asked plainly.
I didn't know how to answer. I didn't exactly fear being with Elder Belize. "I respect your knowledge and power." I answered, feeling proud of myself for not just resorting to a yes or no answer.
"Is that all you respect?" Belize asked. This time she turned to me. I could see the top buttons of her blouse were suddenly open, giving me view to an emerald pendant that hung between the curves of two full, darkly-striped breasts. I did my best not to stare, but it was impossible. My heart began to pound. The view was intentional. She was testing me. Say something! I thought.
"I think you're pretty cute also." I said, but instantly regretted it. Pretty cute? Did I just say that? I braced myself for toad transformation.
Instead she giggled.
"That's so funny, my little puppy." She said, then placing her paw on my thigh. "I think you are cute also. This will make our lesson easier."
I looked at her paw, then her serious eyes, then at her paw again. "Elder Be-"
She silenced me by extending her claws into the musculature of my thigh. Pain gripped me. I bared teeth for a moment, but then understood the wordless discipline- be quiet. I obeyed, she released.
She stared into my eyes. "There comes a time Deorrmic, when the level of trust between a healer and their patient, or student and teacher must rise to an intimate plane of understanding."
I watched in amazement as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and drew it open, giving me ample view of a black lacy brazier. Her markings were divine, dark rippling stripes that flowed evenly over her breasts and stomach muscles. She was in perfect shape, perhaps better shape than some young kits that scantily strutted the halls of the academy.
Belize instructed, "Relax, my little puppy. Enjoy my lesson." Then she reached out and pushed me onto my back on the lounge sofa. In an instant, she prowled above me with her curvaceous cat form. Her golden eyes looking over my wolven body hungrily. I was no little fur either, I trained with Master Kottic in the fighting den often. My body was young, thick and muscular, my fur silver all over. I was a mountain of canine power under her tiger feline form.
I was breathing heavily now, and felt my jaw open involuntarily to pant. She took the vial from my paw, (which I almost forgot I was holding), and set it next under the lounge chair. "That's for later my little puppy. For now, we must establish our bond."
With Belize's magical claw and a word, I saw the belt to my robes slither away like a scared snake. She opened my robes, exposing my body like the innards of a banana. I was wearing boxers, which were now cast up like a tent over my swelling sex. She lifted up on her knees over me, and hiked up her black skirt, bundling the material above her thighs. Underneath, she wore a thong, if you could call it that, more like gold chains held together by a small strap of lacy widowed spider silk. The chains dangled around her exposed feline femaleness. Belize smiled down at me. "Don't speak puppy, desire, and look into my eyes."
I couldn't believe this was happening! My eyes met her gaze and I was charmed by their brilliance. Tension fled my whole body. I felt transfixed by her. I knew this was some sort of magic at play. A way of her relaxing me. My tongue lulled out of the side of my muzzle.
In a catlike stretch she spread her paws over my muscular stomach, onto my chest. She lowered her hips on mine, and the thin material of my boxers and her bra were all that lay between us. Elder Belize licked her chops. I lay silent as she ground her hips down on my stiff sex. I could feel the center of heat between her legs building on the underneath of my shaft. I began to pant involuntarily.
"MMmmmm yes. This feels good my little puppy, or should I say - big puppy." I smiled up at her. She was more than cute, Belize's motion upon me was beautifully slow and enticing. "Don't be afraid," She said taking my paws and guiding them around to her back. "Do as you wish."
I did. My hands fumbled with the latch of her bra for a moment, before setting her breasts free. The weight of them spilled onto my chest, and upon removing the material confines, she pressed her motherly boobs down on my sizable wolven chest. Her purring drove vibrations through me like thunder from the earliest spring storms.
Then we kissed. Our muzzles locked and our tongues danced. Our whiskers tickled each other as I hungrily explored my elder's feline mouth. Her rough tongue lapped at my hanging chops, driving me wild. There were no words or music. Just the sound of our unlike furry bodies exploring each other on the creaky leather of the lounge for a moment that would last a lifetime in my mind.
My hands, which were on her back, massaged downwards towards her ass. When my paws finally reached their lower destination, I greedily grabbed her hind end tightly. She let out a guttural growl as I pressed her hips down onto my still covered sex. I was about to explode in the tightness of my boxers. The barrier was to much for me. For her also.
She gripped one of my pointed ears licked it relentlessly as our bodies groped and pawed, sending each other into a passionate furry frenzy. Finally she hissed into it, "Are you ready for me puppy?"
"Yes," I nearly yipped back!
With that she leaned back off of me. Her claws went to work on my boxers, and in an instant they were shreds on my hips. My maleness stood at attention between her legs. She smiled down on me. "Now I told you this was a lesson in healing, my little puppy."
She leaned down and took the vial from under the lounge. She opened the cap and poured the contents on my engorged sex. It tingled with life. My cock felt amazingly cool, almost frozen. Belize explained, "Now the contents of this potion are activated only by a feminine orgasm. So little puppy, if you wish to feel better from your bite, you must make me cum!"
With that Belize mounted me. She pushed the flimsy gold chains of her thong aside, and worked her pussy over the length of my exposed sex. I prodded her furry catlike crease lightly, before finding the wet entrance to her heated hole. I felt her claws on my shoulders as she readied herself to accept my wolfish cock into her body. She nodded, and with one stroke my big ready puppy slid right up into her tight little kitty!
Her eyes glowed like fire in the dim room as the heat of her insides extinguished the freezing lotion on my sex. She let out a contented roar as we connected. I growled at her. Our bodies seeped into one another, becoming one mated animal. My rhythm meeting hers as she sought to itch a scratch deep inside her pussy with my cock. Her furry tits jiggled freely as she bounced up and down working my shaft deeper into the hungry slot under her dancing tail. I grew within her, and with one heavy thrust we were locked in love. Then I drew her close to me pressing her catlike curves against me. "Ooooh puppy that feels so good! Yes!" She moaned aloud as I made this elder cat my little doggie sex toy for the moment.
I gripped her tightly and thrust my cock deep into her relentlessly! Belize whipped her tail about and yowled with pleasure. Her slick muscles deep inside gripping and releasing me. I was fully into her, my cock buried deep under her tail, where my furry balls lapped against her swollen mounds of sex. Our mate began to ignite the intrinsic magic that worked between our tingling hot bodies. I pawed at her full beasts and she raised her nipples to my muzzle, where I lapped at the nubby tits on her furred globes hungrily. With each thrust she yipped angrily at me. The squishy sounds of our feral sex filled the room with the cinnamon scent of our sexual juices mingling.
This sent fire through her body, and I noticed her tail begin to twitch. She was cumming with me! "Yes Puppy! Yes, make me cum you foul wolf!"
I heard the roar just before the wave of deafening hot whet pleasure flooded the length of my cock. She leaned back and let out an alley cat's fevered moan! A glow cast about us as she came, again and again. I threw my head back and howled! "I'm cummmiing!" She yowled! Her rippling sex pushed me over. I pumped her full of wolfy seed, which her hungry pussy lapped up eagerly like milk with the motion of her body. The pendant on Belize's neck glowed brightly. I felt intense waves of power sweep from our pounding sex through my spine and outward into the room. We growled and painfully nipped at each other as we satisfied ourselves in throws of magically extended pleasure. When the last throbs of my cum pumping subsided, she crashed upon my hulking form, still tied together with love and magic. We enjoyed the inner tremors of our resonating sex.
In time I softened and removed my sex from Elder Belize. She buried her muzzle into my shoulder as I felt our warm juices run out of her and onto me. Still we held each other, until panting subsided along with the afterglow of our mate.
She touched my neck. There was no pain. The welt was gone. "The magic has worked purrrrfectly puppy." She confirmed in a whisper. We fell asleep entangled in each other's arms.
The potion had done it's work, but there was no doubt - the real magic was between us.
For months I studied under Belize in her quarters, before she left the academy on an expedition to the Colrath Mounts to help a child afflicted with Vuducic Plague. It was the last time I saw the tigress, and the only time we mated, yet...
Upon her leaving I found a scroll left openly for my discovery in her office. It was the casting instructions to the Junar bug bite potion. In the text it simply it read, "..the Junar potion, though versatile in its many applications and ability to treat a number of venomous bites - is sweet to the taste and best taken orally ..." | literotica |
Title: How to find a lost golf ball by Adrinix
Tags: Anal, Fisting, Gay, Insertion, M/M, Muscle, Orc, Slave, ball, master
The muscular green orc lay suspended in the leather sling, naked as the day he was born, with his wrists and ankles securely bound with thick leather cuffs to the chains supporting his bulky frame.
Another orc approached him, deeply muscled and completely hairless, like his captive friend. He wore black leather chaps and gloves; there were black leather bands around his bulging biceps and a cross harness was fitted across his massive muscular chest.
The bound orc was blindfolded so he was not aware the beefy orc had arrived until a greasy finger was shoved into his hole and began worming its way around. The submissive orc groaned at the sudden intrusion and his fat green orc-cock began to stir and fill with blood.
Another finger joined the first and then three were working their way in; the bound orc writhed with pleasure in his sling as his ass was opened up little by little.
Then the beefy master was satisfied his slave was ready, he reached into a box on a stand he had nearby and removed a single white golf ball. "I got something for you boy, do you want it?" He growled as he lubed up the ball with one hand, his other hand still probing his slave's hole.
"Yes master." The orc groaned. "Please let me have it." He begged.
The leather-clad orc grinned as he pressed the white ball against his hole. It slowly stretched open to accept the sphere, the orc groaned loudly as he was opened even further, and finally gave a relieved sigh as his ass closed around it and it disappeared.
"Now give it back." He ordered.
Taking a deep breath the bound orc pushed, groaning as the white ball crowned, it popped out of his gaping ass and landed in his master's gloved hand.
"Goooood boy." The master cooed as he rubbed his slaves hole with his large thumb. The slave sighed with relief.
Keeping the first ball in his grip he picked up another ball and got it ready. The first ball was shoved back in, finding its way easier than before, followed immediately by the second. He was ordered again to push the two balls out, only to have three shoved inside him, then four, five and on it went until nine balls were crammed inside him.
When the tenth ball was pushed in, the master took a plug and capped his slaves ass off with it. Sealing all the balls inside and leaving him groaning and writhing in pleasure from the fullness. Every time his ass would grip on the plug, pulling it in, it would push on the balls and make them rub against his prostate; the pleasure would make him clench again and set the whole cycle in motion all over again. His throbbing cock dripped precum onto his smooth abs.
Taking his slave's cock in his hand the master slowly rubbed the thick length, teasing it and drawing out more cries of pleasure. Whenever he would get close to blowing his master would stop, leaving his his cock alone and letting the agonizingly close release to back off, only to do it again, bringing him to the edge only to bring him back over and over. After nearly half an hour of slow agonizing edging the slave was covered with sweat and groaning non-stop, begging his master to let him cum, but he was refused every time.
Taking his hands off his slave for the last time, the master reached for the plug and slowly pulled it out. it came out with a soft pop and four of the balls came out on their own. "Push the rest out." He was ordered, and once again, one by one they came out. The tenth one however was nowhere to be seen
"Give me the last one." The master growled, giving a tug on his balls. The slave groaned and pushed, but the last one wouldn't come out, it was too deep in.
"I guess I'll have to do it myself then." He grinned, coating his smooth leather glove with lube and giving his slave's hole a liberal coating. Three fingers moved in easily, then four, slowly working their way in and out and stretching his slaves hole open more and more.
Adding his thumb and making his hand as thin as possible, the beefy green orc began pushing his entire hand in to his helpless slaves hole. The slave cried out in shock as his hole was stretched even further. It clenched down hard on his masters hand, refusing entry, but the dominant orc was persistent, he continued pushing, ordering his slave to relax his ass, until finally his fist pushed through and his hand was fully inside.
He gave his groaning slave a moment to catch his breath before he opened his fist and began feeling around inside for the missing ball. Slowly his hand searched deeper and deeper, the further he went the wider his slave's ass stretched open to accept his muscular forearm. Moaning and groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure the slave was begging for more, for his ass to be filled even more than it was.
The master was only happy to heed his slave's request and pushed in even further. He had already found the ball only a few inches into his search, but he continued on for the fun of it. He drew his arm out to the wrist and slathered it with more lube before diving in again, burying himself in to the elbow before drawing out to repeat the motion, until finally, with ball in hand he pulled his fist out with a pop, leaving his slaves green ass to gape at the emptiness.
He dropped the ball and wiped the lube off his arm with a towel before taking his throbbing orchood in his hand and stroking it a few times to get it nice and hard. At full mast he was about as thick as his own wrist and over a foot long of green meat it was an impressive piece of work.
Without even hesitation, he rammed his fuckpole into his slave's ruined hole and began pounding away. Driving himself into the hilt with a powerful thrust that could knock a person down, he mercilessly plowed his slaves hole, much to his delight his slave groaned like a whore and begged for it harder and deeper. The master would have done it anyway but indulged in his slave's wish and rammed himself in even harder. His gloved hands worked his toy's cock and balls, milking and edging the pulsing meat over and over again, the slave begging for release and finally he got it.
With a deep groan the muscular orc slave spasmed in his leather sling and fired a much needed load all over his sweaty muscular chest. His master continued to milk him, even when the last shots had unloaded he continued to stroke, harder and faster. The orc writhed in agonized pleasure as he begged for his master to stop, that the pleasure was too much, but he didn't. He didn't stop until yet another load had been milked from his cock onto his heaving jizz-caked chest.
The muscular master continued ramming his slave's ass. His own load slowly building. His cock freely leaking pre, lubricating his way. It started slowly, then grew, coming faster and faster until he finally erupted with a feral roar, driving his cock deep inside and unloading he seed inside his debauched slave. He continued to thrust, his cock still shooting thick wads of his seed until, with a heaved sigh of relief he stopped thrusting. He slowly pulled his softening cock out, releasing a small flood of cum as his head slid out of his slave's hole.
After loosening the chains that bound his slave's cuffs to the leather sling, he helped the worn out hunk to his feet and helped him over to the bed, where he was laid face down and his leather cuffs were chained to the headboard. A few pillows were placed under him to raise his ass up to a good height. The beefy green orc master then climbed up in the bed behind his vulnerable slave and began once again probing his hole with his thick, gloved fingers, his hand rubbing his cock and getting himself hard once again. His slave might have been tired out but the master was far from finished with him. | FSE |
Title: Spyro and Cynder, chapter 11 by FrostDragon
Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, M/F, Story Progression, Trouble
here it is, finally...the next chapter
if you're under 18...gtfo.
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"AAAAAAUUUUUGH!!!!!" Spyro screamed, shaking the dojo with his voice. He threw himself against the doors, but they held tight. Ignitus sighed and shook his head sadly.
"Spyro...why did you let it overcome you again? What happened to cause this?" The old dragon was worried...they'd had to lock Spyro in there, seeing how he didn't seem able to free himself from the dark force controlling him, but on top of that the crystals were still in the room. After the battle, Ignitus had realized that Spyro and Cynder were right about destroying the crystals, but if anyone went in there now to do the job Spyro would shred them. Cynder limped into the room to find Ignitus staring into the pool despondently.
"Ignitus...may I see Spyro?"
"No. He's an animal, Cynder, he can't be reasoned with."
"I know how to free him."
"I don't doubt it, but you have a family to protect."
"And I intend to. My WHOLE family. Now let me in there before he kills himself."
Ignitus groaned...mother dragons were so stubborn... "All right. But don't expect any sympathy if he tries to kill you."
"I know what I'm doing," she said, slipping in through the doors as they quickly opened and then closed behind her. Spyro was at the far end trying to get out, but when the door closed he whipped around and raced madly at his mate, not recognizing her. She calmly sat there, and Spyro suddenly shied away whimpering as fear energy radiated from her and she glared at him. "SIT!!" she commanded harshly, and Spyro lay down without question, eyeing her fearfully. "Spyro, it's me, Cynder. I know you're in there somewhere." She walked up to him and his eyes narrowed and he growled like a cornered animal. "Spyro...settle down. I know you're in there somewhere. Please...for the sake of your kids, overcome this evil." She leaned down and kissed him, and he growled against her and pulled away but she felt that something was definitely there. "Think of the kids, Spyro," she whispered, running her paw along his cheek. He shivered and there was a faint change in his coloration, but he growled at her again, baring his teeth. "SIDDOWN!" she shouted as he sat up, and he fell to the floor again with a whimper. "Spyro, don't make me blast you with light like last time."
"S...der..." he groaned, obviously struggling to speak to her, but he shook his head again, his paws twitching.
She opened her mouth and some faint light beams hit him and he yelled, running away in fear. It had worked, though, there were purple spots amid the black where he'd been hit. Taking aim again she hit him with slightly more powerful light, and he screamed and tried to hide but there was nowhere to hide in the circular room. She maintained the beam until he fell to floor, crying. He was half-purple now but whatever was controlling him seemed to have an incredibly tight grip. Behind her Cynder heard the door open, and the familiar padding of Alex's feet coming into the room.
"Cynder?"
"I'm getting there," she said, and he edged closer as she turned back to Spyro. "Spyro, c'mon, it's me. The love of your life. Wake up." The purple dragon shivered violently and his eyes dimmed but still retained a glow. "Yes, c'mon Spyro! You can beat it!"
"Hel..." he started and trailed off into a desperate growl. Cynder nuzzled him, ignoring the claws he pressed against her neck.
"Spyro...I know you're there..."
She sat back in surprise as Spyro flung himself backwards with a shout. He lay there, fighting with himself, and suddenly lunged at Cynder. In self-defense she blasted him with light, and he fell to the floor with a hard *thud*. He stood up slowly and seemed to come out of a black shell of himself, but the shell mirrored his movements and pulled away from him as he sat up. Spyro caught sight of it and the two went into a vicious brawl until Spyro blasted it with blue-hot fire. The dark form shrieked and melted, the liquid evaporating into the air, and Spyro snorted at it and turned to Cynder. "Cynder...I'm sorry..."
"No need to be," she whispered, sitting in front of him and planting her lips on his. "At least you're you again."
"I don't know what came over me," he said, and stopped as his eyes caught sight of the pile of dark gems. He glared at them. "Why are those still here?"
"Ignitus wants to try to use them in a bargain for our safety, but I don't think it'll work."
Spyro pounded the floor. "Why can't he see something's manipulating him into keeping the crystals intact?!"
Cynder hung her head. "Spyro, they're old and easily influenced now...something's working through the crystals. And it's not just them...it's us too being affected."
"I know...my rage keeps boiling around these things..." He sighed, then remembered something and looked at her oddly. "Did I see you using other elements?"
She nodded with a grin. "I can't believe it, but after fighting the Dark Master it seems we all completely forgot I had elements other than fire. Except for wind, they're harnessed from dark energy..."
"What elements?"
"Poison, shadow, and fear."
He rolled his eyes with a half-grin. "You're dangerous, you know that?"
"Yep," she replied with a giggle. Spyro sensed she was growing aroused, but they were trapped in the temple and really had nowhere to go. An energy field barricaded the windows of their room but they didn't want to chance sleeping in there in case something broke the field. Alex was studying the crystals, trying to think of a way to destroy them.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you two in here," he said with a sigh.
"Alex," Cynder asked over her shoulder, "can you tell them...I'm still busy with Spyro in here? And can't be disturbed?"
He looked at her oddly, then realization spread across his face and he rolled his eyes. "All right, fine...damn, dragons are horny things..." Cynder laughed and Spyro chuckled to himself as Alex slipped out quickly, the door sliding shut immediately behind him.
Cynder was still looking over her shoulder at the door when she felt Spyro nuzzle her. "Mmmm...someone's needy..." he whispered, running his tongue along her shoulder, and she shivered and bit his neck lightly.
"Hey whoa there, we've got the whole room to ourselves...let's take it slowly."
In the tunnel, Flare was nestled against Solar in fear of what had been going on. Not being a fighter, it was her job to look after the nests in the event of an attack, and after hearing about what lay outside and what had happened she was almost scared witless. She lay on her side, hugging Solar, and he was holding her tight and petting her with his wing draped over her. The eggs, now able to stand on their own safely without body heat, lay off to the side, clustered together. Flare tucked her head against Solar's neck and his paw went behind her head and he held her close.
"How is this mess gonne be solved?" she asked, a bit of a quaver in her voice.
"Shhh...everything will be fine, Flare...we'll get through this. I'm tempted to ask Spyro and Cynder to combine the energy of their Light Furies and see if that will do anything."
She sighed unhappily as he rubbed her back. "I'm almost wishing we hadn't left the north..."
"I know you're upset, Flare...but I think, somehow, you and Cynder were meant to be here and give birth at the same time. It's far too coincidental to be mere coincidence."
She nodded and looked over him at the eggs. "How're we gonna get the kids back to the north? And are they even gonna fare well up there with them being born and cared for here where it's far warmer?"
"You want me to freeze them?" he asked jokingly, but started at her shocked look. "I was joking, Flare."
"Not funny." Solar sighed in disappointment and rubbed her back. She murred softly and tightened her grip on him. "Not here, someone might come in."
"I wasn't trying to arouse you, goof," he said, giving her a playful shake. "Very tempting after that fight but there's really nowhere now...unless you can tear yourself away from the nests and check out the side passages from the hallways? You need to get outta here anyways."
"Sounds good I guess..." She slowly stood up and stretched, gazing at the eggs nestled together until Solar brushed his tail along her side.
"Mmmm...oh yes..." Cynder whispered through clenched teeth, trying her hardest not to say anything loudly. She bit her lip and shifted under Spyro and set her legs a little farther apart, her head hanging as she panted. Spyro gave a muffled moan as he stood behind her, thrusting slowly into her, his mouth clamped gently over her wing-arm to keep himself from yelling. Cynder wanted another long, slow affair like when Spyro had impregnated her, and he was more than willing to give it to her. She had her tail off to the side around his left foreleg, and Spyro groaned and adjusted himself behind her, replacing his paws on her hips. He pulled out of her on purpose and smirked to himself as he rubbed his erection between her lips. She adjusted her weight on one forepaw and reached under herself with a low moan, pressing his throbbing red member against herself as he thrust back and forth against her. Spyro eventually pulled back and re-entered her, and she reached a bit farther back with her paw and caressed her swelled lips, gasping as she excited herself even more with her claws. Spyro moaned and bit her wing again as he felt her tighten around him.
"Mmmph...oooh yeah..." he moaned, and Cynder looked over her shoulder at him with lidded eyes and he pulled off her wing and kissed her.
"Don't...you dare...release..." she panted into his mouth, and he smirked and hilted her hard, making her stifle a pleasured shriek. She blew fire into his mouth and they kept tossing the flame around between their tongues in time with his thrusts. "Spyro...stop..."
"You okay?" he asked as he stepped back, pulling himself out of her. She eyed his twitching dragonhood hungrily as it dripped and glistened with her fluids, but she rolled over onto her back and spread her hind legs.
"Put it in...c'mon..." she panted impatiently, and Spyro smirked and stepped over her, running his tongue over her slit, up along her belly, and along her neck up to her mouth as he positioned himself and pushed into her quickly. Ten minutes later Cynder shivered and failed to restrain a loud, pleading moan as she climaxed, spilling around Spyro's member, and try though he might to prolong their intimate time Spyro felt the pleasure swiftly rise. Cynder saw his face contort, and she yanked him down and kissed him passionately as he unleashed fire, his cock filling her with powerful blasts from the extreme pleasure. Cynder murred and sucked on his mouth as he collapsed on her, and they just lay there as Spyro filled his mate. Eventually he got up, but Cynder pouted at him.
"What?"
"You're so comfy..." Spyro grinned and lay down on her, and she wrapped her legs around him. It wasn't for long, though...a sudden explosion outside made the whole place tremble, and Spyro and Cynder shot up, Spyro's member quickly retreating into his sheath. Spyro quickly flamed the mess they'd made, turning it into a scorch-mark that quickly faded as the others came into the dojo. Everyone paused when they saw Spyro, but another explosion brought them to their senses.
"Give us the crystals and we shall not destroy the temple," came an echoing voice.
"My apes are ready to storm you in the event you deny us the power you keep in there."
To the dragons' utter confusion the two voices started arguing just outside the balcony doorway. Even more confusing, a third voice joined in.
"Those crystals belong to us! We were the Dark Master's loyal slaves!"
"Well we started collecting the crystals first!"
"No, you stole them from us!"
The echoing voice cleared its throat. "You dragons have one day to decide." Another explosion rocked the building and everyone fell to the floor, coughing and blinking away the dust falling from the ceiling.
Spyro wandered into the underground chamber to find Cynder keeping watch over the eggs. The door opened and she growled loudly.
"Hey whoa, Cynder! I'ts just me."
Cynder sat back down and buried her face in her arms. "Spyro...what're we gonna do? We're trapped in here..."
Spyro felt an angerd heat rise in him seeing his mate and unhatched children cornered like this. "Cynder...Ignitus isn't gonna give up the crystals."
"I know..." She sniffled and wrapped herself tightly around the five eggs. "I'm so scared...if they blow up the Temple..."
His mind raced. "Cynder...they're gonna invade the temple, not destroy it. It's too valuable a location. When that happens, run out this tunnel into the outside. Get everyone else to follow, and bring the eggs." Before she could ask, Spyro closed his eyes and faded, but then reappeared and gasped with effort. "What the hell?! The crystals are dampening my light!" He ran into the tunnels outside, leaving a very worried and confused Cynder to dwell on what he'd just said. Not too long afterwards the concealed door opened again, and Cynder growled again.
"Who's there?"
"Cynder, it's me," Flare said, ducking in quickly. "What's with Spyro?"
"I don't know...I'm scared..."
Flare curled up around Cynder and the eggs and the two just quietly lay there, drawing comfort from each other in their uncertainty.
Up in the dojo, Alex and Christine were preparing themselves to defend the temple the best they could. Solar had healed their injuries, but Alex was still sore from his silver-transformation. Christine sighed. "I'm gonna go and see how Cynder and Flare are doing."
"Okay." Alex watched Christine and when she left he sat against the wall, staring at the large cluster of pulsating dark gems. He started feeling restless...he really wanted to get out there and avenge this imprisonment... The central statue of the dojo hadn't been brought up for days, and was still lowered in the floor. "Guess it wouldn't hurt to...train for a bit..." he said to himself, and stood up and shook his limbs, several dummies appearing in the circle in the center of the room. He cleared them easily...it felt so good to let loose on these things... "Guess a few more won't hurt." He created a huge cluster of dummies, and a sudden rage boiled over in him, a lust for destruction, and that was what these dummies were: something to destroy. He began assailing them mercilessly, not noticing the more powerful humming sound growing increasingly louder from the pile of dark crystals. Alex snarled and whipped around as the door opened from the Visions room and Spyro raced in. The purple dragon stopped cold in his tracks.
"Alex?! NO!!" But he was too late; the dummies all suddenly grew far bigger, dark matter bubbling up like a thick slime and covering them until they were walking voids with single glowing green crystals for eyes. Alex was sent flying through the open door as one of them clubbed him. The air pounded with insane evil laughter of triumph as Spyro quickly rushed out through the closing doors. The guardians ran out into the Visions room and everyone was sent to their feet as the whole temple shook. The possessed figures in the dojo were hammering on the walls and floor and shaking the whole building...and before they could get back up they were sent sliding across the floor as an explosion outside further shook the temple. Without a word everyone ran for the tunnels, and out of nowhere Christine appeared and picked up Alex, carrying him on her back as she followed them through the tunnels. Almost as soon as the door closed and locked behind them, they heard a sickening rumbling sound.
"They've destroyed the outer doors! HURRY!"
Solar led Flare and Cynder out of the nesting room, and took Alex from Christine as the human-dragoness ran into the hidden tunnels to get the eggs. Another explosion coated them in dust as the ceiling suddenly cracked but stayed firm. They reached the outer hallway, and Ignitus stopped behind Spyro as the purple dragon turned to address them.
"Stay here and don't move until I say so. You'll know when to go." He held still, and in a swirl of fire he completely vanished from sight. Another rumble shook them and Flare shrieked, and Solar wrapped his wing tightly around her as she huddled next to him. Christine appeared alongside them.
"Did you get them?" Solar asked, and Christine nodded. Cynder whimpered as loud, thundering hammer-strokes echoed through the hallways and burst through another door.
"Spyro, please, where the hell are you?!"
To their surprise the hallway before them suddenly blurred and faded into a strange, foggy tunnel. Without question they all raced into it, and Flare looked back with a startled yell as the entrance suddenly closed off, seeming as if the temple hallway was a mere image fading away into a vast foggy realm around them.
"What you're seeing here is only a tiny piece of what I've seen," came Spyro's voice, from nowhere and everywhere around them. "Don't fear; they feed off of fear here. Nothing will get to you." Cynder opened her mouth to reply, but found that she couldn't speak. "I can hear your thoughts, guys, no need to speak. That's how I'm talking with you. Imagine yourself moving forward, try to feel yourself moving. Follow the light I'm making."
A small glowing orb appeared before them, an endlessly small speck exuding bright light that shimmered with all different colors. After some effort they all found they could move by willing themselves to creep forward. The orb danced before them, leading them onward and giving them decent lighting in this inexplicable world. They all felt Flare shriek, and saw dark figures moving about around them. They were like black clouds amid the fog, but before they could approach, a purple cloud created a shield over the group and prevented the dark clouds from passing. Cynder could feel Spyro was fighting, and the clouds began to vanish or drift away. Gradually, the light stopped, and Solar looked around. He thought he saw mushrooms around them. "Where are we?" he asked, and found he could talk.
"The safest spot we'll have for a while," came Spyro's voice, and the foggy world vanished and gave way to...
"The swamp?"
"Yes, Cynder...my old home," Spyro said, fading into view and looking incredibly worn out. "Damn, that was tiring..." He slumped over onto his side and Cynder raced over to him and tried to help him up, but he was too tired to lift himself. Solar picked him up and they took cover in the pocket of a nearby rock formation.
Spyro finally woke up hours later to find Solar and Cynder had caught and prepared a few wild geese and some swamp-fish, which weren't nearly as good as ocean fish but they had no other choice. Flare was nearby, nestled with the two broods, and Alex was lying flat on his face, not moving at all while Christine sat by him and rubbed his back. Spyro stretched and Cynder gave a relieved yelp and caught him in a deathgrip.
"Oh Spyro, they've taken over the temple..."
"They can't get us here...for some reason they can't really go anywhere here."
"Solar and I went to go see what was going on..."
Solar came over and everyone drew closer together, sensing a story. "Cynder and I scoped out the severity fo the temple's takeover...somehow, they can't get into your room or the guardians' room, but other than that they've completely overridden the temple." He looked at the ground with a confused frown. "But what bugs me...they were all fighting each other. Mages were fighting the apes, shadows were fighting the mages...everyone was at each others' throats, scrabbling over the gems."
Spyro stared off into the forest, thinking. "That's odd..." Alex sighed and brushed Christine's hand away, and flew up to the top of the wall they were sitting by.
Cynder went over to Flare, and Flare gave her her eggs and she rolled them to the side a bit, and curled up around them with a thank-you nod to Flare. "Spyro...it's been bugging me now more than ever after that transportation...how did all this start? What were you doing that kept you away from the temple for so long?"
"Yes," Terrador grunted, "I believe it's time we learned the truth, young dragon."
Spyro sighed. "Kane, Mole-Yair and a few others began having these really weird visions dealing with the 'otherworld'. They were seeing a huge army growing there, and what seemed like strange experiments with dark matter and energy. One day I was flying by Tall Plains, and Kane spotted me and asked me if I could make any sense of what was going on with these visions. The next day, since I wasn't able to make sense of it, I went to see the Chronicler. That was those first three days I was gone, Cynder, just to let you know. Being the Chronicler, he knew what was going on, but he had me do the searching, which took a while because I can't levitate the books like he can. I found out that there were strange beings, not of this world, at work in the shadow realm, and they were performing experiments with dark-matter hosts for evil souls trapped there. The Chronicler told me of a power that I could use, having been killed but then brought back by love." Cynder grinned and looked at the ground. "It took me a while but I found that I could pass between here and the otherworld fairly freely. I leave an imprint of myself here to return to while still wandering around there, but as you saw I can also completely withdraw between both realms."
"What's it like there?" Flare asked. "I mean, we were there but you said...we were only seeing a fraction of it?"
"You don't wanna know...I was scared witless at first. You guys only experienced what your physical senses allow you to...when you're fully in that world, there's no solid ground, there's no air or anything there, yet things exist. You have to will yourself to move, but at the same time you have to will your other senses. There are senses there that I can't use here...at least, not to a full extent. You can see all around yourself all at once at any given time, you can somewhat sense the intentions of others there...it's really, really freaky. And fights..." Spyro shivered. "Fighting is a whole other deal there. Since I'm somewhat physical there, I have my breath attacks, but even those I have to intend damage into."
"But what were you doing there?" Cynder asked a bit impatiently.
"I was searching for the dark-matter experiments. The creatures there knew I was coming, and prepared traps for me. I can't describe what I went through, but I eventually faced several dark-matter trials and slew them. Unfortunately, I know now that I filled their testing purposes...they were using me as part of the experiment to find any weaknesses in their methods. Eventually they took it a step further and gave them dark powers, which only my light attacks could affect. During one really hard fight, the dark armies gathered around us, hoping to use either of our defeats as a chance to escape."
"How's that?" Solar asked.
"Well, I don't know about my defeat, but when I killed a monster, there was a powerful energy release from it that briefly allowed us all to see this realm. Unfortunately for them, they're still trapped there; they aren't allowed to leave by themselves. Now I know that Alex's enemies have been creating dark-matter hosts here in this world. Cynder and Solar saw what the effects of that are...I was the first trial and it worked."
"You mean, when you went dark?"
"Yes..." He sighed heavily. "I thought I'd killed that shadow and returned, but he put an illusion in my head, beat me down, and forced dark matter into me. From there it slowly grew into a clone of me and took me over as it allowed some of the Dark Master's willpower to control me."
"But how does this dark-matter stuff pertain to the events in the temple?" Volteer asked.
"I don't know, but I think the controlling beings in the otherworld found a way to remotely cast dark matter into the dummies, turning them dark."
Christine sighed and looked up at Alex on the cliffside. "Should I go talk to him?"
Cynder flicked Christine's leg with her tail and Christine looked down at her. "Christine, it wasn't his fault. That thing holding him made him create those dummies."
"I know that...but I don't think he does." She sighed again. "He's always had this problem, he blames himself when something he's done or made affects others..." Spreading her wings she flew up to him and they watched her sit down next to him. He stood up and walked away and she followed him out of their sight. Spyro shook his head.
"Alex's possessor is one of those weird overseeing beings...'demons' I think they're called."
"Spyro..." Cynder asked, and they all looked at her. "I just remembered...that one day Solar brought you back all beaten up...any idea what did that to you?"
Spyro shook his head. "No, and it's really bugging me. Whatever it was...it felt familiar, I'm pretty sure I killed it before."
"Didn't the host have a form?" Solar asked.
"Not really...in the otherworld, nothing really has a definite form unless it chooses to...which isn't very often." Cynder sighed and stretched, and Spyro came up to her. "Should I sit with them while you take a walk or something?" Cynder nodded with a warm smile and stood up, letting Spyro take her place with the eggs. He arranged them by his side and put his wing and tail around them, and Cynder kissed him before walking off into the woods to stretch. Solar watched her with a small grin, and Spyro looked over and saw him. "What's so funny?"
Solar shook his head. "I just can't get over how fast she recovered. At her size, giving birth to a twin-egg and still walking around like nothing's happened..."
"You jealous?" Flare asked incredulously, punching him. He laughed and shook his head.
"No, I'm just amazed. I got you, what else is there to be jealous about?" Flare nuzzled against him and he put his wing around her.
Ignitus sighed and looked back in the direction of the temple. "Sometime soon, we need to get back there and find out what's going on." He looked back at Spyro. "Wouldn't your light and time powers help in clearing the place out?"
Spyro shook his head. "That damn shadow restricts my light powers, which I use to extend my time abilities. It's those dark crystals you guys gathered and brought back; their energy stops mine and he uses it. I told you they needed to be destroyed."
"We know, Spyro," Terrador grunted. "We should have listened, but we wanted to get as many as possible and destroy them all at once."
"One thing still confuses me, though," Solar said, looking back towards the temple. "Why were Alex's enemies and the apes fighting each other? We went to look and they were beating the crap out of each other left and right."
"That is a good point," Cyril said, sitting up. "If they're in league with the Dark Master, what reason would they have to assault each other?"
"Interspecies dissonances, perhaps?" Volteer suggested, but Spyro shook his head.
"No...it almost seems like both are after the crystals and only want them for themselves. Whatever their reasons are, the apes have grown stronger and better. I used to be able to just tackle them and kill them, but now they're on par with the shadow's forces."
"What about the mages? They're after the crystals too, remember?" Solar asked, referring to the Dante's Freezer incident where they'd found the first dark crystal.
"Yeah...that bugs me too. Why are these three forces after the crystals?"
While this discussion was going on, up on the cliff Christine was trying to talk some sense into Alex.
"Alex, *why* do you insist on letting yourself believe you're at fault for all this?"
"BECAUSE I AM!!" he shouted, and Christine jumped back as his wings stretched. "I'm the one who's possessed! I'm the one who should control himself yet never tries hard enough!"
"Alex, I know you! There was nothing you could do, how can you be at fault?"
"Because I had a choice to hinder it but I gave into myself; into its temptations!"
She ran forward and held up his green paw to his face. "You see that ring? The one you had custom-made for yourself as a match for the one you gave me? I know you, Alex, and you are NOT the weakling you're passing yourself off as! I'm not betrothed to a possessed toy of darkness, I'm marrying a warrior of light! Stop deceiving yourself!"
Alex's face clenched and tears slid through his eyelids. "Christine, don't you get it? If I---if we---don't get out of here I'm gonna end up hurting someone, possibly to the point of death! And I can't do a damn thing about it!"
Christine slapped him across the face and he looked at her in shock. "ALEX!! I SAID STOP IT!! When I tell you to do something you damn well better do it! I'm tired of seeing you torture yourself like this! Stop thinking you're the only one who can do anything about it, because you're not!"
"Well who the hell else can?!"
She lifted his hand again and put hers next to it, showing the matching rings. "If we're gonna be married, Alex, you need to learn that you can't do everything on your own. I love you and I wanna help you. And whether you like it or not I'm going to with this problem. You keep putting it on yourself to deal with it yet all you do is mope and wait for it to boil up again." He stared at the ground, sniffling, and she hugged him. "I know you're under a lot of stress, Alex, but stop containing it all, that's what helps that demon get to you."
"I know...but how else am I supposed to deal with it? It's my problem, I don't wanna put it on the others especially now with their new eggs..."
"By being here, by promising to protect them, Alex, you've already put it on them. They want to help you but don't know how to. Let me help and they won't need to, at least not much."
More tears slid down his face and he hugged her tight. "I'm so sorry...where would I be without you?"
She laughed. "I can name *quite* a few places, none of which involve you being alive."
Night fell, bringing a biting wind. Cynder shivered even with Spyro draped over both her and their eggs. Ignitus and the guardians, being older and more resistant to the cold, created a wall of sorts around the younger dragons. By the wall, Flare watched and shivered as Solar set up wood, his mind racing as he kept rearranging branches and twigs and dry materials he'd gathered and cut. Finally, he hit on a solution, and Flare gladly lit the dry stuff and a long, low fire sprang up along the rock wall. Christine and Alex were off in the woods, patrolling, but knew deep down their vigilance wasn't needed here. Cynder groaned and bit her lip as her body vibrated uncontrollably.
"Spyro...it's so cold..." she whispered, but Spyro didn't move.
"I know...I can't do anything about it. I know you don't like the cold..."
"It's...n-not me...the eggs," she chattered. Spyro lay a paw on the bigger one and winced---it was bitter cold to the touch. He slid a bit off Cynder and placed himself over the eggs, breathing hot air over them until he felt them warm up.
"I sure hope they'll be okay," he whispered, fearing the coming cold season...winter was sure to be worse than this, how would they survive if they were freezing now in mid-fall?
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Title: The Snowstorm (A Walter Fox story) by Little Bill
Tags: Alien, Fox, Gay Relationships, Human, No-Yiff, Skunk
THE SNOWSTORM (A WALTER FOX STORY)
(WARNING: The following story contains references to sexual activity between humans and sentient alien animals. Please do not read this if you are a minor or are offended by such material. But if neither is the case, enjoy.)
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story follows the stories "The Furry Sex Scandal" and "The Furry Sex Scandal: The Aftermath.")
How do you like cold, snowy winter weather, dear reader? Not at all? Then you and I have at least that much in common. Yes, as a fox-person, I do grow winter fur, but unfortunately the benefit of that is less than you might think. Also, I hate when my fur gets wet. This is why I have gotten into the habit of taking a set of wet-weather clothes with me wherever I travel, in case I abruptly encounter rainy weather. It is not only I who am happy when my fur stays dry. The odor that I emit when my fur gets wet is not liked by humans, and since most of us animal-people have a keener sense of smell than humans, you can imagine how bad the odor is for us. Unsurprisingly, even our earliest civilizations had developed clothing to keep our fur dry in wet weather.
I have previously described our everyday clothing of pajama-like tunic and trousers and sandals. For cold and wet weather we have hooded overcoats and boots, which are considered utilitarian wear and thus are in solid colors and undecorated. And yes, when we wear our overcoats we keep our tails inside. I must admit I have never understood why your human furry art, much of which has been created prior to your discovery of our planet and us animal-people, typically depicts anthropomorphic animals as dressing in human clothing and going barefoot all the time, even on very rocky or snowy ground, and having tails sticking out even through coats. To us animal-people, this simply looks ridiculous. Feet and tails need protection like every other part of our bodies. In fact, earlier this day I happened to see a human-drawn anthropomorphic animal cartoon showing the characters dressed in full winter clothes yet walking through snow in completely uncovered feet. As, just minutes before, I had been walking through cold, deep snow wearing warm boots and heavy socks and my feet still had gotten numb from cold, the pictures actually made me wince.
What I am writing about now, dear reader, is my unplanned fourth visit with Jim and Sammy Skunk since the latter's becoming an Earth citizen. The first one I had was when I first interviewed the two of them officially, and we reconciled with but not actually befriended each other. Before my intended second interview with them (standard procedure,) the famous incident where Sammy had ferociously fought a gang of thugs who had attacked them had occurred, and I met the two of them at the hospital, where Sammy admitted he had become so devoted to Jim that he would not want to live if Jim were to die. I met with them after Jim was released from the hospital, and was not scheduled to visit them again until the next year. But it was only months since that time when winter set in and I got caught in a heavy snowstorm en route back to PERC (Planet Earth Research Center) base, returning from a multi-day visit to a major state university campus. The weather report did predict snow, but I was not expecting the fierce snowstorm that struck as I drove down the highway.
I had also forgotten how treacherous driving was in such weather. Though salt and plow trucks came and tried their best to keep the roadways clear, the amount of snow falling was too much for them to keep up with, and road surfaces managed to get white anyway-and slippery. I failed to recognize this fact as I drove in a mostly straight line, with only easy curves to have to deal with, not realizing the low traction my car had on the road while I kept going forward. But I was rudely reminded of it when I encountered a sharper curve, and turned on it-only to discover the car kept going forward as I turned the steering wheel, and I hurriedly applied the brakes, which I hoped were the antilock type. Fortunately, I had had enough sense to drive slowly, so the car skidded and came to a stop just before I was about to strike the concrete barrier wall. It was a moment before I registered what had happened, and I was thankful no other vehicles were around me at that moment. I saw the headlights of cars some distance behind me, and I wanted to get going again before they caught up to where I was. I put my car into reverse and backed up, fearing I would end up being stuck, but fortunately that did not happen, and I was able to go forward with only a minimal amount of skidding.
I felt chastened after my near-accident, but that feeling soon faded as I realized it was late evening and I was feeling tired and sleepy, and kept telling myself that I needed to keep going and get back to PERC base as soon as possible. I still had a long way to go, and my desire to get back to PERC and into a warm, safe bed so I could finally sleep made me careless again. The highway had become straight again, and it lulled me into complacency. I saw the lights of traffic signals ahead, and recognized it as the last intersection I had to go through before I would drive another fifteen miles to reach PERC base. I waited too long and was going faster than I should have, before I applied the brake to stop behind the cars waiting in front of me-
And I kept going forward without slowing down! In sudden horror and panic, I started turning the steering wheel in a desperate attempt to avoid hitting the cars ahead of me. Then my car spun out of control, skidding upon the snow-covered road, and I suddenly froze and braced myself, unable to further control the car's movement and waiting for the inevitable impact.
But fortunately there was no impact. The car suddenly stopped sliding, coming to a rest in a position so that its front was facing the wrong way down the street, and I could see the headlights of approaching cars some distance away. I turned my head to look behind me to see that the cars which had been stopped had suddenly pulled forward across the stop line to avoid my striking them. They were now stopped in the middle of the intersection, and fortunately there was no cross traffic. The falling snow had eased up so that there was more visibility than earlier, and there were bright streetlights shining above the intersection, as well as two brightly-lit gas stations on either side of the street. I could see the people in the two cars I nearly hit looking back at me reproachfully, and even if they did not see me clearly, they must have still recognized who I was: the space alien fox-person sociologist Walter Fox, now well-known throughout Earth, who nearly caused an accident because he did not know how to handle his vehicle properly in snow.
I felt embarrassment beyond description, dear reader, and cringed at their glares. Only their foresight and quick action prevented me from crashing into them. And I was still facing the wrong was on the street, the approaching cars were getting closer, and the stoplights turned green, and the cars which had been in front of me drove away. I could imagine them thinking what a tremendous idiot this Walter Fox really was, and how foxes were supposed to be clever and this one was a careless nincompoop. Rather than stay in the ridiculous position on the road I was in, I turned towards the curb, drove up against it, then turned my wheels the other way, backed up, and was able to right myself. My sleepiness had gone for the moment, and I was anxious because the approaching cars were getting close. But instead of going on my way, I ended up turning right at the intersection and pulling to the side of the road. I simply did not want to drive further because I was too upset.
Then I had to figure out what to do next. I still had to drive fifteen more miles before I reached the road that would take me to PERC base, driving conditions were slow and treacherous, and I was tired and upset. I was in the outskirts of the city which was closest to PERC base. This city was our source of food and materials, as well as the place where Sammy Skunk and his gay human lover Jim were currently residing. I noted the irony of how Sammy Skunk was staying physically close to his old people even though he was exiled from them. But he stayed close primarily because our agreement with the Earthians was that we were still supposed to provide him with medical care as needed. I could imagine what it was like for him to occasionally go see people who never liked him when he was one of them, and who positively despised him now that he separated himself from his world. I was never his friend, either, but I took pity upon him for his being friendless and alone when he was at PERC, and had him come with me to a human furry convention. Then he fell in with a group of gay human furries, and the rest is history. I went through a great deal of trouble and trauma because of Sammy Skunk's irresponsibility, but luckily enough was still able to retain my job as a PERC sociologist and still go out among humans. I am less of a novelty than I was years ago, but many Earthians still pet me and pat me on the head. Fortunately I am used to such treatment. Some humans are less kind to me than that.
I was thinking of calling a nearby motel and staying for the night, the one I had used once before when the car I was driving at the time broke down. The one I had now was like the other vehicles provided to us at PERC, a decommissioned former government sedan, worn but still viable, modified by placing holes in the seat backs so our tails could go through, as well as extra navigation and tracking equipment. PERC base was a former military base, consisting of a few remaining buildings after most of the rest of the original structures had been demolished, and some new construction that the Director was able to wheedle from our human hosts. The former military base covered a wide area, but most of the land was unsafe due to contamination from chemicals and unexploded ordnance, so we never wandered out of the known safe zones. I cannot help but laugh at the science fiction stories where aliens land on a planet in spacecraft which contain everything they need. Everyone at PERC has to depend on whatever resources and equipment the Earthians are willing to give us, and most of the equipment is castoff at that.
When I used my portable phone to call the motel mentioned earlier, the person who said "Hello" had a familiar voice. But it was not the voice of a human desk clerk, but that of none other than Sammy Skunk himself! Despite his living on Earth among humans for the past several years, his voice still carried the distinctive accent we animal-people with our nonhuman mouths have. "Walter! Is that you?" he asked.
I was speechless for a moment, and then looked at the display screen on my portable phone. I had dialed the number of Sammy and Jim's apartment by mistake! What stupidity would I commit next? "Walter?" continued Sammy, "Are you all right? Are you in trouble? Shall I call for help?"
"No, no, I'm fine," I replied, finding my voice. "I'm so sorry, Sammy. I called your number by mistake."
"Oh," said Sammy. "You're sure you're not in any trouble?"
"I'm okay, honestly. I'm in town, and on my way back to PERC. Sorry to have disturbed you. By the way, how did you know it was me before I said anything?"
"Caller ID. And I'm always happy to hear from you. But you sound like you're tired. And the weather outside is horrible. I don't think you should be driving back to PERC in this weather. You're welcome to stay with us overnight."
"Actually," I told him, "I was planning to check into the local motel and spend the night there. But thanks for the offer."
"Oh, please stay with us," Sammy insisted. "We'd be honored to have you over, and besides, you won't have to spend PERC money on a motel room and have the Director get on your back over that. We'll even prepare you a nice breakfast tomorrow morning."
"I can't impose on you like that," I said.
"But we want you to visit us," Sammy replied, a hint of pleading in his voice. "I want to see you in a non-interview mode. Is it wrong for me to ask that of you?"
At that moment I felt like I should have been displayed in an exhibition with a sign that said, "WALTER-THE LEAST CLEVER FOX IN THE UNIVERSE." I should have known better than to mention to Sammy Skunk that I was nearby. Of course I was hardly obligated to accept his offer to visit them, and I was hardly friends with either one of them. But Sammy's tone indicated that he really wanted me to visit him, and I could understand why. My job did obligate me to interview him annually, and I was sent to visit him at the time he and Jim had been assaulted, and gave him comfort in his time of distress. Becoming an Earth citizen so he could spend his life with Jim, he cut himself off from his own people and his native world. When he was at PERC, he was unpopular, and I was the only one who took pity upon him. Now that he was an expatriate, I was made the liaison between him and his former compatriots. I was the only one of his people now who would look upon him without utter hostility; my job required me to be civil even to utterly despicable people, and while I disliked Sammy, he was hardly a monster. Also, the agreement with the Earthians I previously mentioned stipulated that PERC could still call upon him, and he was obligated to help us, if there were an emergency situation and PERC had dire need of his services. Such a situation has yet to occur, of course, but there was always the possibility. He was PERC's mathematician and thoroughly knew all our computer systems, having programmed everything. It would be a bad idea for us to offend him.
"I'll have to get permission from the Director," I told him. "I'll come by if he says yes."
"Okay," said Sammy, and he hung up. Then I called the Director and explained my situation.
"I was wondering where the fuck you've been," was his response. "Why didn't you leave the university sooner?"
"I wish I could have, but I couldn't," I replied, which was the truth.
"Then maybe you should have stayed another night there," he suggested unhelpfully.
"I should have," I replied, "but I thought I could make it back in time. I goofed."
The Director smirked. "If you ever manage to get through a day without fucking up, I'll faint from shock. I guess it means we'll have to pay for a motel room for you tonight."
"No, it doesn't."
"You're not driving any further in this weather! You'd get into an accident in half a mile!" I felt a wave of embarrassment as the Director said this; I had not told him about my near-collision at the intersection. "Go to the motel where you stayed last time and check out a room! That is an order!"
"Wait, you don't understand. Of course I won't try to get back to base; I know I won't make it. What happened was...I did try to call the motel and accidentally dialed the telephone number of Jim and Sammy Skunk. He offered for me to stay with them during the night!"
It must have been a whole minute before the Director responded. "Well, in that case, you should be polite and accept their offer."
This was the last thing I expected to hear. "What, there's some problem at PERC, and you need Sammy Skunk's services to fix it?" I asked him, surprised.
"You're the biggest problem PERC has, and you need Sammy Skunk to help you because you obviously can't take care of yourself. So call him and tell him you're going to stay with him, and you can come back to PERC tomorrow morning. You can make life miserable for him instead of me tonight."
"But you already ordered me to check into the motel."
"That order is rescinded. Go stay with Sammy Skunk and Jim tonight. I hope you have a fun visit."
The Director was clearly in one of his moods, and I was all too happy to be with Sammy Skunk and Jim-or with anyone else in the Universe-that evening. I called Sammy back and told him the Director had given his authorization for me to visit him. Sammy sounded very pleased that I would be visiting him after all, though I suspected that he knew that the Director was making me do so out of spite.
But if the Director thought I dreaded the prospect of visiting Sammy Skunk, dear reader, he was wrong. I actually did want to see him and his homosexual lover at an unguarded time, when they would not be prepared for an official interview from me. I was responsible, at least in part, for Sammy's situation, and I have never been quite certain how Sammy Skunk really felt about leaving his people and bonding with a space alien, not even after my multiple interviews with them. Though he had consistently told me he was happy where he was and had no regrets about what he had done, and he gave me no indication he was lying, I admit I could never quite bring myself to truly believe it. I wanted to see how things actually were with them, up close and personal. And tonight was my opportunity.
I did not have too far to drive, but the snowstorm made it very difficult and unpleasant. I nearly got stuck going up the driveway to the apartment building's parking area. It was a small parking lot, with a multi-bay garage for the tenants and several open spaces for visitors. All the latter were empty, so I pulled into one and shut off the engine. I could tell the lot had been plowed once already, but already it was full of snow again. It would be a big task for me to dig my car out again the next morning.
Fortunately I had placed my luggage in the back seat of my sedan, rather than in the trunk, so getting it out was not such a problem. I secured the car and trudged to the back entrance of the apartment building, and Sammy Skunk, who was waiting inside, swung open the door as I got near. "Come in, Walter," he said, and I did.
I was cold inside the unheated back hallway, and Sammy had dressed himself in winter clothes, though he had not been outside, as they were dry. Then I noted he was carrying a whisk broom, which he used to brush the snow off my clothes and luggage. I was happy to see him already; I would not have gotten such service at PERC, or at a motel room I would have rented. He then took one of my bags, and I followed him upstairs to where his apartment was, and went inside.
The place was much like I remembered from last time, with the furniture arranged differently, and one or two new pieces added. It was still covered with all sorts of furry decorations, including some pictures of myself-the latter making me a bit uncomfortable, knowing the proclivities of Jim, its human occupant. In fact, he was standing in front of me, dressed in warm clothes, and he was wearing shoes and socks this time. He smiled and greeted me in the words of my native language, pronouncing them with surprising accuracy. I was stunned for a moment, and then I heard Sammy tell me, "I've taught Jim a bit about our world and its customs."
Then I gave Jim the appropriate response, before repeating the process with Sammy. This was my world's welcome for casual friends, and I had never received it from an Earthian before, nor had I any anticipation that I would be so greeted by Jim and Sammy Skunk. Did they want something from me, or from PERC, and were trying to butter me up? But it was I who was asking a favor from them, having them put me up for the night on a moment's notice. And Sammy had indicated concern that I might have been in trouble when I had accidentally called him.
I believe that Sammy at least genuinely wanted to be friends with me; I was the one who visited him after he and Jim had been attacked by the thugs and his lover's life had been in jeopardy. Of course I visited Sammy Skunk on the Director's orders rather than my own accord, and I did not really want to see Sammy at the time, but when I got there and saw how distraught he was, I could not help feeling deep sympathy for him; only the absolutely hardhearted could not have done so. It was the time he announced to the world that if Jim were to die, he would have nothing to live for as well. It was clear that he really meant it, and the news spread among the Earthians life wildfire. Sammy Skunk had become a folk hero to the people of Earth; a sentient pet totally devoted to his master, who would fight savagely for him, and would die with him. Needless to say, there were plenty of humans who wanted to adopt me (or any other animal-person) as their pet, which made it almost impossible for me to do research until after the fuss eventually died down. Before that incident, there were a number of people who did not like the idea of a human and a space alien who resembled an Earthian lower animal living together; afterwards, hardly anyone complained. Who could object to someone keeping around a creature who was so devoted to them? The idea that the two of them might have a sexual relationship was quickly forgotten.
Of course, everyone at PERC, and a number of Earthian authorities, knew the truth, but as Sammy Skunk was now an Earth citizen, it was his legal right to have sex with any human who consented to do it with him, and there were a number who did. What was the point in anyone objecting? I did not, except that what truly made me uncomfortable about the relationship between Sammy Skunk and Jim was less that they were homosexual male lovers, nor even the fact that they were different beings from two different worlds, but the uncertainty as to whether Sammy Skunk was genuinely homosexual, or whether he was essentially prostituting himself in return for Jim's affection. Even Sammy himself was unable to answer the question when I posed it to him during our last interview.
But even if that were the case, there was nothing for me to do about it. Sammy made his choice; he would have to live with the consequences. And he certainly seemed far happier, and was definitely far nicer, than he had been when he was one of my PERC colleagues. He also showed no sign of being frightened or intimidated, and if he had been I certainly would have picked that up by now.
"Let me take your coat and boots, Walter," said Sammy, pulling me out of my reverie.
I pulled down my hood and unbuttoned and slipped out of my winter coat, then unbuckled and removed my rubber snow over boots. Underneath I wore everyday winter clothes, which is our standard pajama outfits, only in thicker material, and socks and sandals. Today's clothes were red and blue with black zigzag patterns. Sammy took my winter clothes to the bathroom, and then came out having removed his own. His everyday clothes were green and dark blue with black spiral patterns, which reminded me of those on my own favorite outfit. Though Sammy was in the habit of going barefoot whenever possible, this time he had his sandals and socks on.
"Would you like something to eat or drink, Walter?" asked Jim.
"I'll just have some water," I replied.
"That's all? Nothing else?"
"I've already had dinner, thank you," I said, being still uncomfortable from the big dinner I had at the roadhouse restaurant I often patronized during my travels from PERC base. Jim went to the refrigerator and brought out a pitcher of filtered water, which I drank gratefully.
"So," said Sammy, "how are things with you?"
"Wonderful," I quipped, "any time I'm not under the Director's nose is a great day."
The others laughed, and Sammy added, "If you wanted to, we'd be happy to let you reside with us. Unfortunately, our place isn't big enough to accommodate the entire PERC staff."
We were all laughing helplessly. Sammy Skunk was an asshole in his own right when he was at PERC, though he has definitely changed for the better since he became an Earthian. Perhaps he just needed love and affection, which he told me he hardly received when he was growing up. But the Director is married and has his wife at PERC, though she mostly stays in her quarters and rarely mingles with the rest of us. I always wondered what sort of relationship she and her husband have. But I spend so much time away from PERC base that I know relatively little about how things go on there.
"So, what have you been up to lately, if we may ask?" asked Jim.
"Well," I began, and told them in general terms of my various travels, including the university trip I just returned from. It was a sociological conference, more of a goodwill trip than anything else, and on the last day I visited with students who wanted to meet the famous space alien fox-person. I was pleased that most of them were not "furries," or humans who were particularly into anthropomorphic animals, and I say this not to denigrate this group of people, but to make the point that humans are finally starting to view me not as a novelty or cartoon character, but as a sentient person like themselves. Remember, dear reader, that on my home world I am just as ordinary and banal as a human being is on Earth.
But my conversation was not too long, as I was obviously tired and it was already late in the evening. I wanted to lie down more than anything else, and it must have been obvious to the others. Looking at his watch, Jim said, "Say, it's time for the evening news, so maybe we should put it on? They'll be talking about the snowstorm."
"Sure, good idea," I replied, wanting an excuse to not keep talking any longer.
He went to turn on his living room computer, a deluxe model with a huge video screen. Switching to live news, the reporters talked about the storm. There were several major accidents mentioned, and I momentarily worried that my near-accident was about to make the news. But then I realized that there would be little reason for that to happen, or even for the humans I nearly collided with to bother reporting that incident to anybody. They looked angrily at me when they saw me, but I am certain that they were merely annoyed at my carelessness than actually hostile toward me because of my being an animal-person.
The news showed the usual stories about how various people were coping with the snowstorm, and the weathercasters were saying that it would stop by tomorrow morning. "Good thing we have a garage," remarked Jim.
"But we'll still have to get through the lot," Sammy replied to him, "and Walter had to park outside. We'll have to dig him out."
"Oh, don't trouble yourselves," I told them. "I've got snow tools, I can do it myself. I don't have to be back at PERC base at any specific time, but you'll have to be at your jobs."
"But we want to make sure you get out safely," said Sammy. "We don't want you to take the chance that you might get stuck and have to bother the Director instead."
"That would be my problem," I replied. "The Director was the one who told me to stay the night with you in the first place."
The others looked dismayed as I realized to my embarrassment what I had implied to them. "Oh, I don't object to staying the night with you," I added quickly. "I'm sure you wouldn't, er, you know."
"No, of course not," Sammy replied equally quickly, giving a slight laugh in response. "All we're going to do tonight is sleep. We'll need it."
Jim gave a yawn. "You can say that again," he said. "If you're ready, Walter, so are we. You need to use the bathroom first?"
I did, and I closed the bathroom door tightly and locked it before I took my trousers down to use the toilet. Even though I was certain that their intentions were entirely honorable and neither of them would attempt to ogle my private parts, I felt better by doing so. I have experienced too many sexual come-ons by gay human furries, and I remembered the pictures of me that I had seen in the living room.
Perhaps I should finally tell you how bathrooms are on our world. They are roughly similar to Earthian ones, with bathing facilities and toilets in one special room. Small standard bathrooms include a bathtub, toilet, and sink. But we animal-people do not take standing showers like you humans, for those of us with fur and feathers cannot wash ourselves so quickly and easily as you bare-skinned humans can, and we typically bathe once every several days rather than daily. We also have a greater range of body sizes than you humans, so our bathtubs are designed accordingly.
Our toilets look like a cross between an Earthian urinal and a sit-down toilet, shaped rather like a hollow banana. Unlike you human males with your soft, flexible penises, many of us male animal-people have a sheathed penis and an internal bone, which makes it impossible for us to adjust the aim of our urine streams the way you can, unless we were to unsheathe ourselves, which is out of the question in most situations. When urinating, we stand over the toilet facing the back, taking aim at the vertical channel in the back. Females do the same, only they typically aim for the horizontal channel.
When defecating, we raise our tails and face forward. We do not sit on the toilet itself, but rather stand just above it, holding on to handrails attached to the floor on each side of the toilet. All toilets are installed with handrails and privacy partitions on each side of them; it was quite a shock for me when I first saw the lack of them around toilets in single-person bathrooms. Even worse was finding out you were supposed to actually sit on the toilet, and so many toilet seats are messy! (Ugh!) Large public bathrooms on our world have large partitions and doors like those on Earth, but unlike Earth, even home bathroom toilets have privacy partitions on each side, though smaller and with no front doors.
As with Earthian facilities, our toilets flush with water to empty and rinse the bowl after use, and we also use toilet paper, though ours is dispensed in square sheets rather than from a continuous roll. But our toilets also add a disinfectant/deodorizing chemical to the flush water, a definite necessity as our musk and personal scent is more noticeable to our sensitive noses, and when a female in season uses a toilet her scent can be disconcerting to a male of a similar species. Also, on our world we do not have segregated bathrooms for males and females like on Earth; both genders share the same bathrooms, public or private. This fact has led to one of the many very embarrassing experiences I had when I first came to Earth and went out into human society.
The former Earthian military base that PERC was billeted into was of course equipped with toilets and urinals made for humans. We animal-people can use them, once we are taught how, and by now I am quite accustomed to urinating in human urinals and sitting on human toilets, and in a pinch I can sit on a human toilet and lean forward to urinate. We have purposely not tried to remodel our quarters to resemble what buildings on our world looked like; we lacked the time and resources to do so anyway, and we wanted to make sure we remembered that we are not on our own planet. But we did make a few modifications, among them the removal of the seats from the toilets, in place of which we installed specially-made adapter pieces to make the toilets shaped more like our own, along with the necessary modifications to the plumbing. We also had handrails installed on the sides of each booth; fortunately those were readily available. Of course we had no supply of the special disinfectant chemical our toilets use, and the Director could not convince the Earthians to manufacture such a chemical for us, so we made the ironic decision to follow the Earthian practice of having males and females use separate bathrooms!
The toilet used by Sammy Skunk and Jim had its seat removed and the adapter piece and modified plumbing added, courtesy of PERC, and handrails designed for handicapped people were installed on each side of the toilet. I wondered how Jim was able to use a toilet that was modified for use by us animal-people, but evidently he somehow managed. Another reason I was glad I ended up at their place instead of at the motel was that using this toilet was so much more comfortable to me.
After using the toilet, I washed my hands at the sink with soap (yes, we share that practice with you Earthians,) and went outside, where the others had been waiting their turn at the toilet. Jim went in first, and I was curious to see how he managed to use a toilet adapted for our kind but of course I was not going to look. There are some things a sociologist does not do.
And then I remembered that I was there as a guest, not on official business. I was not playing my role as a sociologist, I was to be nice and polite to them because they were so kind as to put me up for the night and save me the trouble and expense of checking into a motel instead. Sammy Skunk seemed anxious for me to visit him, though I was not really his friend and he knew it. But I was the only one of his kind who would talk to him, let alone go near him and touch him. Was he in need of contact with another animal-person? Was there something special he wanted to tell me, or PERC? He had left his people to be with Jim. Did he now regret it? How was their relationship now? He was ready to die if Jim had also died when the thugs had attacked them. Did he still feel this way?
We animal-people can form very strong emotional bonds, perhaps stronger than those humans can form. (Or perhaps humans can form such bonds, dear reader. I honestly would not know, not being human myself.) Sammy obviously formed such a bond with Jim. But did Jim reciprocate such feelings? Did he take in Sammy Skunk because of mutual love, or did Jim simply feel compelled to do so out of obligation? Does Jim view Sammy Skunk as a pet, or a toy?
Perhaps I am being unfair to Jim, dear reader. He did adopt Sammy Skunk and take him into his household when it would have been far more convenient for him not to. He has faced strong social pressures (including physical attack) as a result of having a space alien skunk-person live with him. But they still live together, and Jim has yet to show any sign of resentment about Sammy Skunk's presence. Certainly Jim had some sort of emotional attachment to Sammy, or else he never would have put up with the liabilities of having him around for as long as he had.
Jim came out, and Sammy went in. "We're about to go to bed," said Jim, "So we need to change into bedtime clothes. You want to go first?"
Silly me, I had completely forgotten about undressing for bed. "Why don't you go first?" I suggested. "I've got to get my things out of my luggage."
I went back to the apartment's front entrance, where my bags had been left. I opened one and removed my sleep shorts, deciding I would reuse today's clothes for my drive back to PERC. It would be time for me to bathe anyway the moment I got back, and I would change into fresh clothes after that. I waited until Sammy had left the bathroom, and then went back in to change into my sleep shorts. When I emerged, carrying my clothes, Sammy had also changed into sleep shorts, and I saw Jim dressed in flannel pajamas. I wondered if they were wearing those for my benefit and normally slept naked together, but I had no intention of asking them that.
Sammy looked at Jim, who walked into the bedroom. I was expecting Sammy to follow him, but instead he stayed and turned toward me. I knew already that Sammy wanted to talk to me privately. "Um, Walter, we can get the sofa ready for you," he said rather quietly. "But what I wanted...and please don't interpret this the wrong way..."
"What?" I replied, feeling uncomfortable.
"I was hoping you might possibly join us in bed," he replied, obviously embarrassed to ask. "It's plenty comfortable for three." In response to my expression, he added quickly, "And no, I definitely don't mean for sex. Just to have you with me, nothing more."
I was stunned by this request. Of course I did not think he was hitting up on me, and that he genuinely wanted nothing more from me than my presence. But why would he want it when he had his lover Jim? "Um," I asked awkwardly, "are the two of you having problems?"
"Oh, no, no, not at all," was his hurried response. "It's nothing like that. We still love each other very much, and still enjoy each other's company, don't get the wrong idea." His tone and mannerisms convinced me he was telling the truth. "It's just that, well..."
Sammy hesitated, as if he was about to reveal a longtime secret and was unsure how to go about it. "All right. I love Jim, I still enjoy being with him, and if I had to give up all other sentient company to be with him, I wouldn't hesitate to do it. I have no regrets about cutting all ties to my home world to be with him; after all, he gave me love and kindness, which I got precious little of from my own kind. Nothing personal, Walter."
I understood; Sammy told me of his loveless home life and lifelong unpopularity among his fellow animal-people in the past, and I doubt he was lying. Everyone at PERC, including me, found him weird and annoying, and I am the sort of person who gets along with everybody. I pitied him enough to take him with me to a human furry convention, which eventually led to the situation he was in now. As a result he formed a sort of emotional bond with me, though it was not really friendship. I was a confidant to him, to tell intimate secrets to. Being a sociologist who has heard many intimate secrets from many different people, I guess I am an appropriate person for this role.
"I know you don't like me much, and I understand. And what I ask of you I realize is very presumptuous to ask. If you refuse, I understand. But I was hoping you would lie in bed with me, just for one night."
"Instead of Jim?" I asked.
"No, I thought all three of us could share the bed, but if you don't want him around, he'll go sleep on the sofa."
"I think he'd likely resent it," I replied sardonically.
"Oh, no, he won't. I don't mind when Jim has other lovers, and he doesn't mind if I do the same. I'm not asking you to be my lover, of course."
"I know that," I said with a hint of exasperation.
"And you won't have to worry about Jim hitting up on you. He knows he's not supposed to, and I would be very upset with him if he did. And I mean very seriously upset."
"You'd walk out on him?" I asked incredulously.
"Of course not!" This time it was Sammy's turn to be exasperated. "I left my world to be with him, remember? But he would be coming home every day to a lover who was sore at him, which would not be a pleasant prospect." Then he smiled. "But don't worry, Jim isn't a sexual predator. I was the one who initiated sex with him, not the other way around. I've never seen him hit up upon anybody unless he was sure the other person was willing. So you're safe, he knows you're off limits."
"So why do you want me to lie in bed with you?"
Sammy turned sullen. "All right, this is going to require some explanation. I've never had any sort of intimate contact with another animal-person, not since my sister died when I was a child. My relatives never hugged me; I've never had any lovers or any real friends among my own kind. It's not an absolute necessity for me, but I want to know what it's like to have another one of my kind lie down next to me. All I've had were humans."
"You're tired of having humans for company?"
Sammy turned sardonic. "Oh, not at all, considering that they've been for the most part far nicer to me than most of my own kind have been." Then he must have realized how he sounded, for he suddenly looked embarrassed and added, "I'm sorry. That was unfair of me to say that. It's as much my fault I've been unpopular as much as anyone else's. I guess I never got interested in making friends. I was so accustomed to being alone I couldn't imagine being any other way. I never fit in anywhere. I never tried to. I didn't care if people liked me or not."
"So you feel differently nowadays?"
"I feel differently about a lot of things. I never knew what it was like to have someone to come home to who was concerned about me, or whom I cared about. I lacked any desire to have sex, and now I've had a lot of that, in a number of different ways. I hated being touched, and now I enjoy being hugged and cuddled.
"And that's my desire. I want to lie down next to another animal-person, and why not you? You're lonely at PERC, aren't you? You're still bitter over your failed marriage, even though it was years ago? I do want to make you happy. I realize that in the past, I tried to please you by offering you sexual favors and I realize that that was a stupid mistake. I won't do that now, but I do want to offer you the comfort of another warm body to lie against, of someone who won't try to have sex with you."
"Tell me, Sammy," I asked sardonically, "what if I did want to have sex with you, after all?"
"Oh, I wouldn't hesitate to accommodate you," he replied seriously. "Neither Jim nor I would say anything, of course. We know you're not homosexual, and that you would just want another warm body to use as a receptacle for your sexual urges. You want me to give you a blowjob, or you want to put your cock in my ass, give the word and I'll satisfy your desire."
"I'm sorry," I said, suddenly very embarrassed. "It was wrong of me to ask you that."
"Oh, I'm not offended," Sammy replied. "I like you, even if you don't like me, and I offered you sexual favors not to be a whore, but to make you happy. I may be a swinger, but Jim and I are still quite careful of who we have as sexual partners, for obvious reasons. In any case, I realize you don't want to have sex with me, and I understand. Even if you wanted to, it would be much too great a risk for you to take, with your career at PERC already teetering on the edge. But please, come and lie down next to me. That alone would make me very happy."
I still could have refused, but I realized how badly he wanted me to, and while I did not actually like Sammy Skunk, I did not want to displease him, either. If for no other reason, there are things I have written into my laptop computer that, if they were to be publicly revealed, would definitely end my career at PERC and probably my career as a sociologist. The computer into which I am writing this account is encryption-protected and would take someone with great mathematical skills to break into. Sammy Skunk is one such person. I also admit, dear reader, that unlike everybody else at PERC, I do not actually despise Sammy Skunk. He had a lonely, unhappy life, and considering that he finally got love and companionship from Jim, who am I to criticize Sammy for wanting to be with him, even at the cost of breaking away from his world? Yet I suppose he did not want to completely isolate himself from his former people, and that was why he wanted me around.
"All right," I said, and followed Sammy into the bedroom. The bed, located in the middle of the room, was a queen size (how appropriate), big enough to accommodate all three of us. Jim was already in bed, lying toward the left side, and was surprised to see both of us heading toward him. Sammy moved the covers and climbed in, then slid himself into the middle, leaving a space for me. Sammy turned to his surprised lover with a brief smile, and then looked toward me. To Sammy's satisfaction and Jim's surprise, I climbed into the bed as well.
Let me pause to mention that we animal-people do not normally sleep lengthwise on a bed like you humans do. We typically curl up when we sleep the way our four-legged counterparts do, and as a result our beds tend to be square or round in shape, not rectangular like human beds. Rather than being on a raised frame above the floor, our mattresses are placed on a framework that sits on the floor, and in most cases said framework is a cabinet containing a large drawer typically used for the occupant's personal items. Our mattresses have fitted cloth covers, of course, but we animal-people don't normally cover ourselves with blankets or sheets except when it is very cold. PERC is equipped with Earthian beds, of course, but we animal-people sleep on them in our traditional manner. Of course I sleep on many different types of Earthian beds when I travel. Fortunately most of them are big enough so that curling up on them is no problem for me. But now, I was lying in bed with two other people, and had only space to lie down straight. I was unused to this, but I noticed that Sammy Skunk was doing so as if he were accustomed to it.
It also occurred to me that it had been years since I last occupied a bed with anyone else at all, not since my marriage mentioned previously had fallen apart. And now I was in bed with two male homosexual lovers, which until now I had never imagined I would ever do-and I was doing it by my own choice, not because I was compelled to. This was not in violation of PERC regulations, as long as I avoided sexual contact with my bedmates. I did not even have to specifically mention this to the Director, though I would the next day. His reaction would be a joy to see, especially since he ordered me to spend the night with them in the first place.
Jim's surprised reaction to my presence in his bed was a pleasure in its own right. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I taking too much space?" I inquired lightly. "I'll go move to the sofa."
"Oh, no, stay where you are," replied Jim. "I can move to the sofa if you prefer."
Sammy sat up and placed his hands atop each of us. "Look, I want both of you here with me, okay? Please just lie down, both of you, there's definitely room for everybody, and I don't want to hear any arguing. You got that?"
I lay back down, shocked to see Sammy so assertive with us. Was he the dominant member of the relationship? Though he was an alien to this planet, naturalized Earth citizen or no, he was a coveted prize for human furries, many if not most of whom were aware of the true relationship between him and Jim-and Jim was unique in being the only human furry to have a real animal-person as a lover. A few other lucky people might get the chance for the company of Sammy Skunk, but Jim was the one he was attached to. Of course, though Jim was technically Sammy Skunk's sponsor, he did not actually have him as a pet or slave, and Sammy Skunk could choose to walk out on Jim at any time, and live on his own, or find a new lover-and there were plenty of candidates for those.
But while skunks were reasonably popular among the furry community, the most popular animals by far are wolves and foxes. Being a fox-person, dear reader, you cannot imagine how many human furries want me for a lover! Too bad I am unavailable. I admit I am uncertain as to why. Perhaps wolves are such because they resemble some types of domesticated dogs, but why foxes? My theory is that our coloring looks pretty to humans. I have the standard red fox orange and white with black lower limbs coloring, and I have come to the conclusion that orange fur is simply aesthetically pleasing to humans. I have noticed that orange cats are the most frequently adopted by humans in shelters and pet stores. Foxes also have a reputation among humans for cunning-but unfortunately I do not live up to said reputation very well, as you might have guessed, dear reader.
I saw that Sammy had turned so that he was looking toward me instead of Jim, who was snuggling along his back. I had left a space between myself and them on the bed. "Walter," said Sammy, "I think it'll be a lot more comfortable for you if you moved closer in."
"I'm quite happy where I am, thank you," I replied.
"Walter, please." There was a hint of plaintiveness in Sammy's voice, and it was obvious he wanted me to actually move close enough to lie against him. He may not have desired sex, but he definitely wanted body contact with me.
Let me pause again, dear reader, to point out another aspect of our culture. We animal-people are not only less inhibited about touching one another, but it is even quite acceptable-and commonly practiced-for two or more of us to sleep together and huddle against one another. This is not necessarily sexual or even bonding behavior, but rather a survival behavior. Huddling together is sometimes necessary for warmth or protection, and even animal-people who may dislike one another will huddle together during sleep for these reasons. Though my estranged twin brother and I were never particularly close, all our growing-up years we would sleep curled up against each other, unless it were too warm for that, simply because that is how things are done on our world. In my military days, members of our unit slept huddled together in a single tent, as is the practice of every other military force in our world. An unfortunate aspect of Earthian culture is that adult humans cannot huddle together without it being construed as sexual behavior. At PERC, lesser-ranking members huddle together in common rooms, while senior members such as me get our own rooms. My assistants-there are now four of them-get their own room, and huddle together when they sleep. I sleep alone because I travel a lot and keep odd hours due to the nature of my work, so I never am certain when I go to bed or wake up. My assistants travel as well, but less than I do. And I realized why Sammy wanted to huddle with me. He missed out on it during his lifetime. I was missing out on it, too, so I agreed to join him.
And though I was occupying the same bed as Sammy Skunk, I was avoiding touching him and had refused his request to huddle with him. There was unmistakable hurt in Sammy's expression as he looked toward me, and I suddenly felt guilty. After all, I had agreed to join him in bed, rather than sleep separately on the sofa, and it was quite rude of me to keep my distance from him. Ashamed of myself, I quickly slid in closer and pressed my body hard against Sammy's, looking into his eyes and hoping my expression was sufficiently remorseful. Evidently it was, for the hurt left Sammy's expression and he looked quite pleased, and he wrapped his arms around my body and hugged me tightly. Huddling together is not necessarily supposed to involve hugging and affection, but after having previously hurting his feelings I was hardly about to object. Looking past Sammy, I saw Jim look toward us uncertainly.
He started to sit up and ask, "Uh, do you want me to..."
But Sammy quickly let go of me, sat up himself, and pushed Jim back down as he said, "I want you to stay exactly where you are. Or is there anything wrong?"
"Oh, no, no," replied Jim quickly. "I thought this was a private moment between you two."
"If it were, would we be having it right in bed with you? Or is there something else the matter?"
"No, nothing's the matter. I just wasn't expecting you two to, well..."
I decided to step in. "We're not becoming lovers. I'm just letting Sammy know that yes, I am quite willing to huddle with him, which is quite normal and common among us animal-people."
"That's nice of you," replied Jim with a hint of sarcasm.
"Actually, it is," Sammy shot back. "I abandoned my world and my people, and they have every reason to consider me a traitor and a pariah. Walter here is being quite generous to me in spite of this, so you should thank him for being so kind."
"Um, sorry Walter," Jim told me awkwardly.
"That's quite all right," I replied. "Can we just go to sleep already? I'm tired."
So Sammy lay down, facing toward me, and I lay down against him, facing him and Jim, who huddled against Sammy's back, facing me. Jim also put an arm around Sammy's body, but Sammy and I did not put arms around each other-only close friends or lovers do that. Ours was the proper two person huddle, where we just lay against each other for warmth. Sammy was quite happy to have my body against him, but he showed no sign of sexual arousal. Having personal contact with another of his kind in spite of everything was happiness enough for him. And I admit that I was happy just to have someone else to huddle with, which I had not experienced in years.
I was falling asleep as Sammy Skunk and I lay against each other, and I assumed the three of us were through with everything for the day and we would sleep through the night until morning, but that was not to be the case. I noted Jim getting out of bed and going to the bathroom, and I expected him to simply rejoin us afterward. But I was in for a rude shock. One flash of silver-blue light suddenly appeared from the direction of the foot of the bed, then another. Before I had time to react, I felt as if Sammy had been suddenly ripped from my side. I turned to face the foot of the bed, and saw in the darkness Sammy violently pulling something from Jim's grasp. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Sammy half-shouted angrily. (I suspect it was the fact that we were in an apartment building and that there were other people around that prevented Sammy from screaming outright. Score one for Sammy Skunk; he had more self-control even when infuriated than I had given him credit for.)
"I-I was just taking pictures..." Jim replied nervously.
"What are you trying to do, ruin Walter?" Sammy spoke more quietly, but rage was definitely in his voice, and I probably was as frightened as Jim must have been at that moment.
"No, no, of course not!" Even in the darkness, I could see Jim cowering before his shorter and smaller, but definitely faster and stronger, roommate. "I saw the two of you huddling together, and the sight look so cute, I couldn't resist preserving the sight!"
Sammy gave an exasperated hiss. "How could you be so stupid? I'm an outcast from PERC, and from my world! And Walter's career as a sociologist is already on the line because of what we've done! How do you think the Director and everyone else at PERC would react if they saw the two of us huddling together?"
"But you had told me it was normal among you animal-people, and not considered sexual!"
"Of course it is, but that's not my point! Do you think it's going to look good at PERC for Walter to be seen getting so intimate with me, an outcast from their group? Walter was lucky to keep his job and not get kicked off Earth last time! You think he's going to be so lucky next time? And besides, what if other humans see the pictures? You know they'll take it the wrong way!"
Jim drooped. "B-but I only meant it for us..."
"You think other people might not see the pictures? We can't take that kind of chance! Now we've got to destroy them before they can do any damage."
Jim seemed relieved. "Oh, they're easily erased. Here..." He reached for the camera, but Sammy pulled it away.
"Unfortunately, it is still possible that the images might remain in the memory even after erasure, and I don't want to take even that chance. We're going to have to destroy this camera completely."
"Oh, no," groaned Jim. "That's my best camera, and it cost me a fortune! Do we really have to?"
"Yes, we really have to," replied Sammy acidly. "We've already damaged Walter's position at PERC; I'm not going to take even the slightest chance that we might ruin it completely!"
Then Sammy went to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and rummaged through it briefly before pulling out what looked like a credit card. He then stormed over to Jim and thrust the card at him. "Here," said Sammy, still maintaining his acid voice, "you can use my credit card to buy yourself a new camera. And while you're at it, you'd better buy yourself some brains as well. You're clearly in need of them!"
This proved to be too much for Jim, and he bolted from the bedroom. Seconds later, from another part of the apartment, I heard sobbing. At that, I got out of bed. "What's the matter?" asked Sammy.
"I wish I never came here," I moaned. "I ruined your relationship with Jim."
"None of this was your fault, Walter," Sammy replied, in a more soothing voice. "It was Jim who was the idiot."
"I still feel terrible," I shot back, not reassured. "What if I hadn't come here tonight? Or..." I paused before adding, "Is your relationship with Jim falling apart anyway? Are you fighting like this all the time?"
"Are you suddenly a marriage counselor?"
"Sammy..." My own voice became acidic.
"All right, that was uncalled for," replied Sammy after a pause. "No, this whole situation is an aberration. We never had a fight like this before."
"And I caused it."
"Enough already!" Now I was getting Sammy angry. "Jim did something very stupid, and it pissed me off, so don't you do the same. Don't worry, I'm not going to leave Jim, or refuse to sleep with him again. But right now, let's worry about destroying this camera. You know as well as I do people are going to take the pictures of us huddling the wrong way, so we can't take any chances. Let's go in the workroom."
"Workroom?"
"What we use the other bedroom for. Come on."
Sammy led me into the other bedroom, and I winced as he turned on the lights. The room was filled with file cabinets, shelves of books, folders, and stacks of papers, and computer equipment. Sammy was of course PERC's mathematician, and he undoubtedly still worked in that field as an Earth citizen, being not only adept in the mathematical system of his former world, but able to very quickly learn the much different mathematical system of Earth. I was uncertain about Jim's exact profession, and even if I were I would not be allowed to reveal it.
Sammy went into the closet and brought out a toolbox. He took that and the camera and put both on a desk which was relatively clear of papers. Then he produced a small paper bag, put that on the floor, and opened the toolbox. Selecting the appropriate tools, he broke off the camera's lens and threw it into the bag, then broke apart the case, after which he threw out the battery and broke apart the camera's insides. The electronic circuitry he put aside, and after the rest of the camera was broken apart and disposed of, he methodically shattered the circuitry into tiny pieces. At length he finished.
"I'm sorry about your losing such a nice camera," I told him.
"Not as sorry as you would have been for a ruined career," replied Sammy sardonically as he packed the tools back into the box, which was returned to the closet. The bag was left on the desk. "I'll make sure every last bit of that is destroyed completely tomorrow," he promised.
"Let me pay for the camera," I offered.
"Why? You didn't wreck it, and besides, I doubt you could afford it," scoffed Sammy. "I'll buy Jim a nice new camera later on. I can afford it easily on my salary."
Sammy shut off the light and we left the room. In the hallway, we could hear the sound of Jim's sobbing coming from the living room. We looked at each other, and I saw that Sammy's anger had vanished, and he looked guiltily in Jim's direction. I felt guilty myself, as Sammy's blow-up at Jim was on my behalf. Wordlessly, we walked over to the living room sofa, where Jim was lying prone, shaking with soft weeping. Tears were forming in Sammy's eyes as he knelt beside his lover and put his hands on his back. "Oh, Jim," he said plaintively, "I'm so sorry I hurt you like this. I'm such a heel. I said things I didn't mean, and..."
Sammy's voice trailed off as Jim stopped sobbing and turned his body to face him. "Really?" he asked hopefully. "You're not mad at me anymore?"
"You did a foolish thing, but it was terrible of me to blow my top at you like that. I was worried about what would happen to Walter. We nearly wrecked his career once already."
"I know. You're right, I was stupid. I wasn't thinking." Then he turned further, and spotted me. "Oh, Walter, please forgive me. I never would have taken any pictures if I had known it would put you in danger. I did a terrible thing to you."
I went up to him and put a reassuring hand on him. I realized it was the first time I had ever touched Jim, and certainly the others must have also realized this. "No harm done, the camera has been destroyed," I told him. "I know you never had any malicious intentions toward me."
He looked as if he wanted to hug me, but then realized that I didn't really want him to, and besides, Sammy had priority. Turning back to him, Jim said, "You were right, I was stupid and I deserved your anger at me."
"Not to the point where I tore into you like I did," replied Sammy. "But I'm not angry at you anymore anyway. As Walter said, no harm done. So let's put this fight behind us and go back to bed, shall we?"
"You're not mad at me?" It was a moment before I realized Jim's question was directed at me.
"Oh, no, not at all," I replied hurriedly. It also occurred to me that things had happened so fast that I did not even have time to get angry with Jim in the first place. "I'm ready to forget everything and go back to bed, too."
"You heard Walter," Sammy told Jim. "Let's not keep him waiting."
Jim moved into a sitting position on the sofa, but did not stand. Sammy was momentarily curious, and then he understood. He leaned forward and gave Jim a deep-mouth kiss which was passionately returned. Normally I would have been repulsed at such a sight, but this time around I was relieved, and even touched. But do not get the impression that I came to approve of the sexual relationship between Sammy Skunk and Jim, dear reader. I do not, and I doubt I ever will. But I did not want the legacy of my visit to have brought the two of them grief and hard feelings. I remembered how deeply it hurt me when Frank, the human I had formed a deep but definitely nonromantic emotional bond with, originally wanted to break off our friendship, and how happy I felt when he relented. I certainly did not wish to bring such hurt upon these two.
Finally, they broke off, and Sammy helped Jim to his feet. "Come on," said Sammy, "let's get to bed while there are still night hours left to sleep in." It occurred to me that I had not noted what time it was, or how long this whole situation had taken. But no matter, I did intend to sleep tonight, and despite all the fuss we had gone through, my sleepiness was starting to return.
We returned to the bed, Sammy getting in the middle as before, I getting in next and laying against him, Jim getting in last and laying against Sammy's back. I huddled closer to Sammy than I did before, even putting an arm around him. The latter gesture surprised Sammy momentarily before he got the idea; I was showing my appreciation to him for his swift and harsh action to prevent the potential ruining of my career at PERC, even at the cost of temporarily straining the relationship between him and his lover.
I was also pleased to learn the answer to another question I had about Sammy Skunk. He was totally devoted to his lover Jim, of course. But tonight's events proved that Sammy was no subservient pet, nor was his devotion such that he would overlook any wrongs committed by Jim. Though I was still not ready to consider Sammy Skunk an actual friend, I held him in greater esteem, and was assured I could trust him. This was why I huddled closer to him, to communicate this idea to him.
Then I looked past Sammy at Jim. He may have been pleased that Sammy and I had become closer to each other, but he was clearly chagrined as well, and I realized why. After the unpleasantness of before, he too wanted to be closer to Sammy Skunk, to feel him in his arms and know all the hostility was gone and he was still loved. But my huddling with Sammy was making this impossible. Also, I had always wanted to keep a degree of distance between myself and Jim due to his proclivities-and here I was, hogging his boyfriend. I realized this situation would not do; I was trying to eliminate hurt feelings, not cause them.
I moved my hand from Sammy and poked him to get his attention. He had been happily snuggling against me, about to doze off, but after a moment he opened his eyes. He looked at me curiously, and then moved slightly away, probably assuming I wanted to get up and use the bathroom. But then I gestured toward Jim, and Sammy turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and Sammy evidently got the message, for he then turned and lay on his back. Jim lay along one side of Sammy while I lay along the other. Jim looked toward me, his eyes thankful. I closed my own and huddled against Sammy, making sure I left room for Jim to have his half.
I did not even remember falling asleep, but I remembered how comfortable it felt to be huddling with one of my own kind once more. I slept through the night, and awoke at the sound of an alarm clock that I realized was neither my travel alarm nor the one I keep at PERC. I was momentarily shocked to find that I was not alone in bed, before memory hit me and I remembered where I was and what happened yesterday. Jim had already gotten out of bed to turn off the alarm, but Sammy Skunk turned to me and asked, "Good morning, Walter, how did you sleep?"
"I slept fine," I replied. "How about you?"
"Oh, wonderful," said Sammy breezily. "Thank you so much for huddling with me last night, it made me really happy that you did it. I hope you don't regret doing that."
"Only if either of you mention it to anybody," I answered seriously.
"Oh, no, no, of course we won't!" He turned to Jim. "I trust you're not going to tell anybody about last night, are you?"
"Of course not!" Jim replied, and then turned to me. "Oh, and good morning, Walter."
"Good morning," I said. "And thank you both so much for having me over."
"It was our pleasure," replied Jim. It seemed as if the argument they had had last night was forgotten. "Oh, do you need to use the bathroom?"
I did, and was pleased to be able to use the type of toilet I was accustomed to using. Sammy went in after me, and I returned to the bedroom and picked up my clothes. Jim was still there, looking at me, and then he got the idea that I did not want him around while I got dressed, so he left and closed the door. I changed into my street clothes, and then opened the door to find Sammy waiting outside. He entered and I left, and stuffed the sleep shorts back in my luggage. Shortly afterwards I heard the sound of a shower running, and realized it was Jim in the bathroom. Soon after that, Sammy emerged from the bedroom dressed in a red and yellow winter outfit with crosshatch patterns, wearing the same sandals as yesterday, but new socks. "You don't bathe every day like Jim, I trust," I commented.
"Of course not," Sammy responded. "Just because I now live among humans doesn't mean I've become one. I'm still covered with fur, and all that."
"It'll be time for my bath today." Sammy looked at me. "No, I'll do it at PERC."
Sammy laughed mildly. "I figured as such. What sort of breakfast would you like?"
In case you were wondering, dear reader, we animal-people are capable of eating things that our four-legged counterparts cannot, though our diets are less omnivorous than humans' are. There are a number of fruits and vegetables I cannot digest, as well as certain types of grains. For this breakfast, I had eggs and sausage and milk-not the breakfast I would recommend to a human, but I am not human and my digestive system is different. Also, I am better able to process fat, but a good part of that reason is because I keep myself in very good physical shape, a requirement for my position. Jim joined us when Sammy had finished cooking, and he and Sammy both had eggs and fruit salad and toast. Sammy Skunk, like his four-legged counterparts, is very much omnivorous.
We finished eating, and Jim hurried to do the dishes while Sammy went to retrieve our winter outerwear. Sammy started to help me put on my coat, then stopped when he remembered who I was. Another cultural difference between you humans and us animal-people, dear reader, is that while it is polite to help another person put on their coat, the opposite applies on our world. It is only acceptable to help small children or the handicapped put on their coats, or any other clothes; to do that to anyone else is considered insulting. I smiled to show that I was not offended by what Sammy had done; the poor guy must have had a lot of awkward moments dealing with the culture of his new home world. So Sammy and I both put on our coats and boots, after which Jim turned off everything and did the same. I picked up my luggage, we left the apartment, and Jim locked up. "It's going to be messy outside, so let's say our goodbyes now," said Sammy, and they both gave me the ritual farewells of my native world. I gave the appropriate response to that as well, and was relieved that neither one tried to hug me. Nobody was in the hallway, but they must have been aware that it would have been bad for me if we had gotten too intimate in public.
We went out to the parking lot, which was coated with a heavy layer of snow that almost went up to my knees. I winced; my sedan would not go through it easily, if at all. At least the weather prediction that the snow would stop by morning had come true, to my relief. "Somebody's supposed to come and plow this parking lot, aren't they?"
"Well, yes," replied Sammy, "they came once yesterday. I thought they'd come again by now. I guess they're very backed up at the moment. But anyway, let's dig your car out."
"You don't have to, I can take care of it myself," I said. But they were already going to the garage and opened one of the doors. Behind it was a station wagon rather than the van I expected. I thought they had changed their minds about digging me out, but they simply opened their vehicle's rear door to remove snow-cleaning tools, and came back to work on my sedan. They set to work, thoughtfully starting by clearing around my driver's door first, so I could unlock and open the door (which luckily did not freeze shut), throw my luggage in, and start my car to warm it up. I looked for my own snow brush, but by the time I got it out, the others had finished brushing off my car and were digging with snow shovels so I could pull out of the space. They gestured for me to move my car, and I was able to move it out of the space. Jim was just outside my driver's window, so I opened it and told him, "I hope I'm not making you two late for work."
"You didn't, we set the alarm early this morning," Jim replied. "But we wanted to make sure you can get out of the lot before we leave."
"Thanks. By the way, I thought you had a van?" Not really the most appropriate time to bring up this subject I admit, but curiosity got the better of me.
"Oh, I traded it in a couple of years ago. But how did you know I had a van? I don't remember telling you about it or showing it to you."
Suddenly I really wished I had not brought up the subject. "Uh," I replied rather embarrassedly, "Frank mentioned it to me at the furry convention." What an idiot I was to remind Jim of the friend he had lost as a result of his bringing Sammy Skunk to his old apartment, and the mess that followed! I ducked my head in apology to Jim for bringing up hurtful memories. But Jim did not appear hurt or offended; in fact he laid a reassuring hand on my head.
"It's all right," Jim said, "I don't blame Frank for wanting nothing to do with us after everything that happened. We weren't bosom buddies in the first place. I'm just glad you were able to keep him as a friend." I did tell Sammy Skunk about how strongly I had bonded to Frank, and how it had really hurt me when he initially told me he wanted to break off his relationship with me, and how pleased I was when I convinced his to change his mind. I do not know if he had told Jim the full story or not. "How are you getting along with him these days?"
I brightened. "Very well. I can only see him once every couple of months, but that's something."
Jim was pleased as well. Sammy came by to see what was going on, but by then I closed my window and started to leave. But shortly afterwards, my car did get stuck; they quickly pushed it free. I made it out of the parking lot and onto the plowed and salted street.
The drive back was less treacherous than yesterday; not only were most streets and the highway plowed and salted, but daylight and lack of snowfall meant much greater visibility. I made it a point not to be complacent as I resumed my drive back to PERC, however.
I made it back to the access road leading to PERC base by mid-morning, and ironically enough, our snowplow truck had not finished clearing the access road (which we are responsible for maintaining.) Spotting it as it was pushing a row of snow down the road and across the highway to the shoulder on the opposite side, I waited for it to pass before I immediately turned in, seeing no sign of tire tracks that did not belong to the plow truck, and wondering how the delivery truck that was supposed to come this morning managed to get in, or if it even did. Perhaps the morning delivery had to be cancelled or postponed by the firm that transported our supplies; I hope the delay was because of them and not us.
I was shocked to also find that the entrance gate was left open; it was a serious breach of regulations, which dictated the gate must be closed at all times when anybody was not actually passing through. But then I noticed several security guards posted by the gateway standing next to the road; perhaps the gate mechanism had failed, not a surprise when you realize that harsh weather can cause all sorts of problems. Of course the guards recognized me immediately and waved me through. How convenient it is that we look so different from humans, I noted wryly.
I dropped off the sedan at the motor pool, took my luggage to my room, and told the Director about my arrival over the intercom. To my surprise he told me to see him right away, without stopping to bathe or change clothes. I was still reasonably presentable anyway, so I went straight to his office. "So how are Sammy Skunk and his butt buddy doing?" was his greeting.
"They seemed happy enough," I replied casually. The Director took a moment to digest my reply before deciding I was being honest.
"So how did you enjoy your overnight stay?" was his next query.
"Oh, more comfy than the motel would have been, and cheaper," I quipped. "They brushed the snow off me, they fed me breakfast, and they helped dig my car out, service no motel would have given me."
"I see. So they had an extra bed, or did you sleep on the sofa?"
"Neither. I can never get comfortable on a sofa, so I shared their bed with them."
"WHAT?" The Director was stunned, and his jaw worked several times before he could get out his next words. "You actually went and lay in the same bed right with those two? You're kidding, right?"
"I'm not kidding." I smiled before adding. "But don't worry; I deprived them of a night of passion."
The Director was cringing. "Shit! Did they try to...?"
"Hit up on me? No, they weren't so rude as to do that. I lay down on one side of Sammy Skunk and Jim laid down on the other."
"Fuck, I never would have dreamed you'd actually sleep in the same bed with those perverts!"
"It was on your orders that I stayed the night with them, remember?"
"I didn't order you to sleep right next to them! What happened, did they force you to, or were they just very persuasive?"
"Sammy simply asked me to lie next to him," I replied, "and I agreed. And I lay next to Sammy Skunk the whole night; I certainly never would have lain next to Jim, especially seeing that he had had several pictures of me in his living room." In response to the Director's expression, I added, "Normal pictures, that is. If he has anything else, I don't want to know about it."
"But what about Sammy? You've mentioned all along that you weren't sure if he was actually homosexual or not. Were you using yourself as an experimental animal, the idea being that if he was gay, he would hit up on you?"
"Yes," I confessed.
The Director looked at me in wordless surprise. I looked hard at him and finally said forcefully, "Come now, aren't all of us staff at PERC essentially experimental animals, by virtue of our coming to an alien planet inhabited by a sentient alien people? I use myself as an experimental animal every day by going out so often among different groups of humans, a number of who are fearful of or hostile toward me. I've put myself on the line for rudeness, condescension, insults, assaults, and sexual harassment almost every day in my nearly three years at PERC. You may have to deal with politicians and bigwigs, but I have to deal with a lot of low-level dingbats as well as more ordinary humans. How many times have humans tried to hit up on you, not all of whom are even furries? I've lost count of the number of times it has happened to me. As part of my research, I've had to deliberately go up and put myself near a wide variety of weirdoes in order to get necessary data on them..." I smiled and added, "...and that was before I ever came to Earth."
"But this was not an official research visit on your part," replied the Director. "You were just staying with Sammy Skunk and Jim because you were snowed in and were unable to safely make it back to PERC. The reason it happened that way was because you contacted them by mistake and they really wanted you to visit them so I had little choice but to allow it. It's not that I like Sammy Skunk, or that he likes me, but PERC might sooner or later call upon him for his services, and we're going to have to get in as good with him as we can. I know you don't like Sammy either, but he likes you and wants to get in good with you, so having you see him was my way of doing him a favor." The Director smiled and added, "And despite your habit of fucking up, I've done favors for you, too, such as arranging the meeting between you and your human friend Frank, with whom you bonded so strongly."
I suddenly felt uncomfortable, not for my bonding with Frank or for the Director's knowing about it. Frank had suffered humiliating consequences because of my asking him for help which he freely gave, and his first reaction upon finally seeing me afterwards was to tell me he wanted nothing more to do with me. Because of my strong emotional bond with Frank, his response hurt me so badly I lost my self control and put up a tremendous display of weeping and groveling in front of him. After managing to explain to him how I felt, he quickly relented and agreed to resume our friendship, which heartened me greatly. I was not, and still am not now, ashamed or embarrassed at how I behaved; you humans simply cannot comprehend the emotional links we animal-people can form. But if my colleagues at PERC were to find out about the way I had behaved in front of Frank, I would be a laughingstock. I dreaded most of all the idea of the Director knowing about it. He had a penchant for humiliating me already.
"Yes," said the Director, "I remember when the time came for you to go meet him, you were acting so jittery everyone was asking me-seriously-what sort of horrible fate I was going to send you to, and how after you came back we all thought you were going to do the Happy Dance throughout the PERC compound. I even seriously wondered if you were going to tell me you were going to defect to Earth as well and have Frank adopt you as a pet." (For the record, dear reader, there is no actual "Happy Dance." This is an expression in our language meaning to act crazy with extreme joy.)
"My bond with Frank isn't so strong that I am willing to exile myself from my own world to be with him," I replied. "And we're definitely not gay lovers."
"No, no, of course not," the Director replied hurriedly. "So how did Sammy Skunk react to you when you lay in bed next to him? Did he hit upon you? Did you sense sexual lust for you on his part?"
I paused before I answered. "He did offer his body to me for sexual purposes once more, and of course I refused. But once we got into bed, Sammy didn't make any sexual moves toward me, nor did he even show any sign of sexual arousal when I lay next to him." I leaned slightly closer to the Director and added, "But this doesn't necessarily prove that Sammy is a non-homosexual who is only going through the motions to please Jim. Remember how he was instantly sexually aroused when a human male touched his genitalia, or how he expressed no regret at having had sex with human males. Maybe he was just desperate for anybody wanting to have sex with him, and he didn't care who or what. But in any case, he knows I'm absolutely off-limits to him. I'm not homosexual, and even if I were, he's an Earthian now and I wouldn't have sex with any Earthian because I'd be expelled from PERC and off of Earth, and the only way I could stay on Earth after that is to become an Earthian myself, which I don't want to do." I smiled and added, "I like humans, but not to that extent."
"And how do you like Sammy Skunk now?" asked the Director with slight smile. "You were actually willing to lie down next to him this time."
"Only because I wanted to find out about him," I replied. "And of course I have a personal interest in him; it's because of me that he's in the situation that he's in."
"No," said the Director, "Sammy Skunk is responsible for his own situation. You brought him to the furry convention, but it was of his own accord that he left with the group of human furries who gangbanged him. It was he who chose to become an Earthian so he and Jim could bugger each other. So he's not your responsibility and you don't have to worry about him. He can take care of himself."
I smiled back. "Yet you sent me over to comfort him the moment the thugs had attacked him and Jim and the latter nearly got killed."
The Director was taken aback. "Comfort him? I had you go see him to find out from him what had happened when I heard the news about him getting into a fight with a bunch of humans! I didn't even know who started the fight or what it was about! I didn't care about Sammy, I cared about us! I was scared that the Earthians might think we animal-people were savage beasts that suddenly attack humans without reason! I wanted to know exactly what was going on, so I'd have something to tell the Earth authorities when they contacted me! You were by yourself in a motel room at the time, but everyone else was at PERC base, scared shitless with fear as to what had happened and what would become of us!"
"I remember that, I was scared shitless too!" I shot back. "How do you think I felt in that motel room, far away from any others of my kind, surrounded by humans who might suddenly all become hostile toward me? At least you were surrounded by other animal-people; I was many miles away from any others!"
"All the same, I didn't send you over to be nice to him. I hated Sammy Skunk so much right then I would have loved to strangle him! And then the news showed you holding him and comforting him. I nearly fainted when I saw that! You must have a permanent soft spot in your heart for him."
I gave an exasperated snort. "You know that by then it was determined that Sammy Skunk had acted to defend his human sponsor Jim, and the Earthians came to view him as a devoted pet defending his caregiver. He had become a hero to the Earthians; if nothing else, I had to be seen showing concern to Sammy Skunk because it would look good."
The Director smiled. "But you weren't faking it, were you?"
"Okay," I replied in resignation, "say it. Say that I'm a pathetic sap with a soft heart and an unused brain. That's what you think of me, isn't it? That's probably the sort of person I really am."
The Director looked at me in an uncomfortable silence before he finally said, "Whatever sort of person you really are, you're still curious about Sammy Skunk, or you never would have lain in bed next to him. You were trying to catch him in an unguarded moment, rather than in a controlled interview setting. So I'm curious too. What did you find out? Is he really homosexual, or are you still unsure? How do he and Jim get along? Is Sammy a subservient pet?"
"Well," I replied slowly, "All I did with them was converse a little bit with them, sleep with them, and have breakfast with them, so I didn't learn much. But they do get along quite well with each other, and neither partner appears to be subservient to the other, from what I've seen last night."
"I see," said the Director. "But you're still not certain that Sammy is really homosexual, rather than merely giving Jim sexual favors in return for love and a home?"
"No, I'm not." Then a certain ironic thought abruptly occurred to me, and I suddenly started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I never thought I'd ever say such a thing, not in a million years," was my answer. "But it occurred to me that I spent a night lying in bed next to another male, and I would have been far more comfortable about it if he were homosexual than if he were not."
Anyone who happened to be in the hallway at the time was treated to the sight of me bursting out of the Director's office, laughing as a stapler bounced off the back of my head. :)
(Again thanks to Dr. Werewolf for toilet design advice.) | FSE |
Title: It's my Party by Lightmane
Tags: Character Development, Crossdressing, Exhibitionism, Feline, Fox, Lion, M/M, M/M/M, Story Progression, Voyeurism
It was Friday afternoon, and sixth period had just let out, Aidan and Leo were walking between classes, when a certain orange figure approached them. "Hey guys, are you both ready for my party tonight?"
Aidan looked at Leo, and the lion smiled, "Yes I am, foxy boy."
"And I'll be coming with him," the cat's arm wrapped around the lion's waist.
As Leo was hugging his kitty back and the three made light talk of the party, Sorto and his gang crossed the hall talking and laughing. Aidan's eyes flicked over to the group for a second when their conversation had just lulled. Did he see the hyena's head turn back from their direction, or was he just imagining? He shook off the incident and returned to chatting about the party formalities as the warning bell tolled and the three moved toward Gym class.
Six o'clock that night found Aidan in his closet picking through ties and shirts. He hadn't been to a non-school party in so long, he really didn't know what to wear. The fleeting thought of special underwear was quickly pushed back as he held a colorfully striped snap down against his chest and looked in the mirror.
The distinct horn of Leo's motorcycle came through the window glass, Aidan's ear perking and turning to it. He walked to his bedroom door and leaned out, "Mom! Tell Leo I need a bit more time!"
The old cat sighed and stood, walking out onto the front porch and waving at the lion until he turned off the motor and came up to her, "Aidan's taking a while deciding what to wear, why don't you wait inside?"
Leo scratched the back of his head, "Well alright, but why is he taking so long?" "He's gay, he's picking out clothes."
Leo sighed and followed the older feline inside, sitting down heavily in the larger of the easy chairs.
Aidan finally emerged fifteen minutes later wearing a black sueded shirt with a yellow and black polka dot tie and black pants. He came down to find his mother and lover talking over coffee and tea, and Sarah in the office listening to the Cure on the computer. "Hey Hon, sorry ta keep ya."
Leo smiled up at his lover, "That's alright, you look nice."
Aidan purred and blushed just slightly, noticing as he did that Leo was wearing all denim, "Nice jacket, Dear."
Leo smiled, "Thanks," And stood, playfully showing himself off.
Aidan grabbed his lion by the arm and pulled him toward the door, "C'mon, we don't wanna be too late."
Leo stumbled after his cat, waving back at the two mollies as they left.
"Don't get him pregnant!" Sarah yelled after the departing couple.
Aidan almost turned and replied, but Leo grabbed his shoulders and pulled him out, closing the door.
They arrived soon after, navigating through a swamp of high schoolers' cars. If they were not on a motorcycle, then Leo would've been forced to park another street over. As it was, they had to park between a Camry and a hatchback. Leo began to unbutton his jacket as they approached the door. Aidan stopped as he saw bits of mane showing through from under his jacket, but said nothing as the lion bared his front.
As Leo was raising his fist to knock, Ryan answered the door in a too small yellow tank top and black jeans that hung so low that were it not for his thong, the top of his sheath might be at risk of peeking, "Hey guys," his eyes fell on the lion's exposed chest, "Oh Leo, you didn't have to dress so formally." He said, almost murring as he leaned forward, running a paw over the exposed mane. His paw travelled down and cupped over the front of the larger male's pants, "So, is there anything else you didn't wear?" he asked playfully.
"Alright, bad foxy, leggo my lion." Aidan said, pushing Ryan off.
"Oh, I was just having a little fun," the fox said with feigned hurt, pouting out his lip.
"Yeah, yeah, sure."
Leo smirked, looking over at Aidan, "Aw let the fox have his fun."
"He can get his own toy to play with," the cat said, taking Leo's arm and walking inside. "Oh my lord." Aidan's mouth opened in surprise and his feet faltered as he walked into a scene unlike any he'd seen outside of websites.
Small framed boys of various species were on top of the tables in Ryan's family's living room, all in various stages of undress. Various girls stood around cheering them on while most males, who were the subjects of the strippers' catcalls, pretended to not notice. One, a Dalmatian, saw the newcomers walk in and tossed his shirt toward them, so that the garment landed about three feet from their feet. "Welcome to the party, boys!" He howled, turning and shaking his already scantily clad rear at them.
"You hired strippers, Ryan?" Aidan asked.
"No no, they're just, friends with benefits." A wide smile crept across the fox's face. "I'm far above hiring strippers. If you'd like their numbers..," he pulled out the notebook he had shown the cat once in the locker room.
"No thanks, Ryan. Leo and I don't need any extra love in our lives."
"But three's company!" Shouted the Dalmatian, winking and making Aidan blush and pull his lion away to the kitchen.
Aidan grabbed a cup for him and Leo and began to ladle punch into each. "Man, I was not expecting that first thing."
Leo chuckled, putting his hand on his kitty's , "It is Ryan, after all. It's not that surprising, really."
Aidan nodded and sighed, then walked with Leo back into the main room. He tried to avoid looking at the stripping boys, but his gaze occasionally strayed as he followed Leo through the party.
"Ryan!" the shout rang out into the kitchen. Aidan and Leo both looked out into the living room in time to see slight sandy colored arms wrap themselves around their host's waist.
"Oof! There's a hug I haven't felt in a while!" Ryan exclaimed, hugging the arms and turning slowly until finally his attacker was visible to the felines. A slender fennec hung off of the fox, nuzzling a right ear covered in rainbow studs against the back of the tank that Ryan wore. The tan twink was clothed in a mesh net shirt that was so tight that his thicker fur stuck through it in parts and short shorts. Piercings hung from his nipples, lip, and the tongue which stuck out as he hugged the larger framed fox. Finally, his turnings and twisting got Ryan to where he could hug the fennec back. "Wonderful to see you, Sam."
About then, Ryan saw the small group of furs that were interested enough to be watching, "Oh, this is my ex" He broke the hug, ruffling the shorter male's headfur, "Sam my ex."
Leo bent down to Aidan and whispered, "Ryan was steady with someone?"
"And apparently it ended well." Was whispered in return.
About then, someone in another room yelled, "Hey everybody, let's get in the pool!" and suddenly a mass exodus of various species moved to the doors to the back yard. Aidan noticed with some amusement that the strippers were no longer on the tables, though there were what he assumed to be their undergarments laying around the room. Ryan walked up behind the couple as they watched the partiers depart, "So, why aren't you two in yet?"
Aidan whirled, surprised, "Uh, well, I didn't bring a suit, and I don't think Leo did, did you?"
Leo's mane ruffled as he shook his head, "Nope."
"Oh, well then, I guess that you'll have to get down to nothing to swim, huh? Wet jeans sure aren't fun."
Leo sighed, "I think I can stand to get my underwear wet, how about you Aidan?"
"Well, I'm glad I didn't put on any of my holey pairs today." The cat replied as he untied his tie and tossed it on the counter.
The fox watched, murring softly and letting his paw rub himself lightly over his groin. "Oh wait!" He stops, the couple already half undressed, "I need to grab my suit. I'll be right back you two, don't get in without me."
"Okay Ryan." Leo replied, stepping out of his jeans and putting them onto the counter. The fox walked to the stair and then the fennec was right behind him, paws on the firm jeaned ass, "Can I come up and change with you? For old time's sake?"
Ryan giggled, "But if we do that, we just might not make it to the pool." Despite that, the two chased each other upstairs playfully as the two felines left behind laughed uncontrollably.
Leo and Aidan were both down to their boxers and walking out the back door to the pool when the fox finally rejoined them, wearing a skimpy yellow bikini. "Hey guys, didja miss me?" Somewhere in the pool, some guys were whistling, "Thank you, thank you."
"Um, where's Sam?" Aidan asked.
"Oh, he was just seeing what else my sister had to choose from."
Just then, Sam ran out of the dining room totally naked, and stopped, putting his hands on his hips, "Your sister is mean. She wouldn't let me try on any suits!"
Ryan's twin sister appeared from a second story balcony as Sam was finishing, "Ryan get your furry ass in here and gimme back my suit!"
"Oh Must I, sister dearest?" the fox asked, hugging his tail to himself and making big eyes at her.
"Yes! Right now!"
Ryan sighed, rolling his eyes and peeled off the top and tossing it at the window, before moving his paws down to the elastic of the bottom "Ugh no! just forget it!" his sister exclaimed, storming off.
As soon as she left, a grey wolf walked out, "Ryan, what are you doing?"
"Oh Hey Michael, I dunno, just wanted to be pretty for you." Ryan giggled, pulling the elastic on the bottom part of the bikini down to reveal the top of his sheath. The wolf just sighs, rolling his eyes and going back in. "You're just jealous because Rebecca doesn't look this good in the suit." Ryan yells at the retreating figure.
"Whatever Ryan." He said without breaking pace.
"Was that her boyfriend?" Leo asked.
"Oh yeah, he's not out yet."
"Not every guy is gay, y'know."
"Hey, a guy can dream, right?"
The pool was a mass of writhing, splashing, laughing, yelling, warm, tangling bodies all moving as separate parts. Aidan secretly wondered how many of these people actually knew Ryan, and how many just showed up for free food.
And still, somehow in this mass, Leo still managed to playfully pose and show off for a small crowd of admirers, even if each pose was usually interrupted by a splash or tackle from Aidan or Ryan, although Ryan's tackles generally involved more grabbing at his rear. In the middle of a splash fight with a Pomeranian, Aidan looked up and saw a flash of tan spotted fur. But pausing to look only got him splashed in the eyes, so he swam under the pool to escape the small dog's barrage and watch the rippling image of patterned legs in baggie shorts walk around the pool. They looked like hyena, could they be? Finally the crowd parted enough for Aidan to see, and the cat quickly came up for a breath and swam toward his host.
"Hey, uh, Ryan, it looks like Sorto showed." He said as he came up, sputtering water. The host turned from the conversation he was having with a nude otter, "Oh? Well I kinda expected that he would."
"And this isn't a problem for you? He dislocated your arm."
"I said open invitation, I'll just stay out of his way."
"If you're sure."
He flicked his paw at his worried friend, "I'm positive, besides, how could I worry when I have this adorable otter with me?" he said effeminately, thrusting his chest and murring at the naked male.
The otter giggled and moved one of his paws, Aidan didn't look to see where. Then, with a lick across Ryan's nose, the water mammal dived under. As Aidan was turning away, he heard Ryan squeak, then giggle and splash around, making small pleasured noises. The cat just blushed and swam to Leo, who was flexing for a group of girls.
"Hey Leo..."
"Oh good you're here, I wanna show these girls how much I can lift!"
"Wait, wha-oah!" Aidan squirmed and tried to swim as he was pulled from the water and held over the larger male's head, "Hey!"
"Stop squirming, it makes you harder to hold!" Aidan did not, however stop, so Leo just shrugged and threw him into the water.
He came up sputtering, the girls giggling. He turned to the lion, "I came to tell you that Sorto's here."
"Really?" he glanced around, then, spotting the hyena, he walked toward his mate through the water and stood in front of him.
"What are you doing?"
The lion turned his head minutely back, "I don't want him to see you."
Aidan pushed the larger male, only succeeding in almost losing his balance as he stepped around the statuesque lion, "I don't think that he is actually stupid enough to try anything here."
Leo eventually gave in, but for much of the rest of the time in the pool, he warily watched the hyena move around, flexing for girls and scorning any males that dared compliment his physique.
Eventually the party moved back indoors, which someone had had the foresight to not overly air condition, so that the soaking fur and clothes did not make the party goers all freeze. Aidan made sure to get at least mostly redressed after toweling, but Leo only put his pants back on, which still left him more dressed than many of the other guests.
"So, why are you showing off today, Hon?" Aidan asked, petting his paw over the fluffy chest mane.
"Why not, we're at a party thrown by Ryan after all."
Aidan nodded, "Yeah, and you're still more modest than some of his friends," the cat replied with a flick of the paw to the other, mostly undressed partiers.
"Speaking of, where is that fox anyway?"
Aidan shrugged, "Came in before us, and he prolly didn't waste time getting dressed."
The two felines socialized for awhile, but after a point, Aidan's cat curiosity became piqued by their hosts absence to the point where he suggested, "Let's go sniff out that Flaming fox."
He pulled Leo with him down the hall as they began to check doors, and very soon after just began listening at them instead of opening them.
Aidan was a bright red under his fur, turning him pink, "Is there always so much sex at Ryan's parties? Sheesh."
Leo's ears perked, "What, you haven't been to one before?"
"Naw, I told you, I was never much of a party guy. I usually just stayed home."
Leo was about to comment on that when they heard banging and the yells of Ryan's older sister, "Dammit, shut the fuck up there!" rang out as she stood, bathrobe on, her bedroom door open, and her arm repeatedly banging on the door next to hers.
A schipperke girl finally opened the door, hiding most of her body behind the wood and giggled, "Sorry, we didn't mean to bother you." She turned her head back in toward the room, "Austin, we need to be fucking quietly, according to this girl."
Aidan just hustled past the scene, pulling along a reluctant lion who was still trying to listen and watch.
Finally, they heard a familiar giggle and saw a shaft of light leading to a partially open door. Creeping up, Aidan peeked in and laughed, turning to whisper to Leo, "Well, I found'em."
Leo took a look and smirked, watching as a black paw traced lightly over a light tan chest, down behind the erect cock, then slowly back up, a slender orange muzzle nipped at a sandy ear that jingled with colorful rings, and two sets of eyes shone in the lamplight. The fennec leaned back against the white chest that connected to the lap he sat in as the two boys wrapped their tails around each other.
Aidan pulled lightly on the curious lion's arm, "C'mon, whatever I had to say to him can wait, besides," he pulled the lion to the other side of the hall and hugged him tight to his body, purring softly and kissing him.
Leo kissed back, his purr a deeper rumble, and pressed his kitty back against a door as they embraced.
They were too distracted with each other to notice when the door knob turned, and ended up both falling back onto a surprised, naked German Shepherd on the other side, knocking him to the floor with them in a tangled pile.
The Dog sprang up quickly, blushing, and ran off into the hallway, stooping to grab a pile of fabric on his way.
A head lifted from the bed as the two felines stood, and a distinctly male voice called out, "Jerry? Who's there?"
Aidan didn't respond, he just took off down the hall, stopping about ten feet down to wait for Leo, head in paw. When the lion caught up, Aidan caught him and pulled him into a laughing hug and nuzzle.
After their laughter had died down, and the other occupant of the room had run off, ducked low to avoid recognition, a naked Ryan finally appeared, walking out triumphantly. The sconces that dotted the hallway walls were all far enough away from the feline couple that they were cast into shadow, and they watched, their eyes softly gleaming as Sam appeared a few seconds later, nude, half erect, and jumped up to hug the fox around his neck. Ryan hugged back and spun them both, and in the electric light Aidan thought he caught a faint gleam on the back of Sam's leg.
"Oh Honey, have you seen my underwear?" the fennec asked after a moment, giggling. The orange furred male glanced about the hall, then peeked over the handrail to the living room below. "Oh, they landed on the couch."
"Oh whatever will happen when I bend down to pick'em up?" the fennec asked, miming worry.
The two nuzzled and giggled together.
Aidan watched in the shadows, contemplating how cute they were together. How could they have ever broken up? Or Ryan topped? What if me and Leo... The two foxes had left the hall when he looked back up, and he suddenly didn't feel comfortable in the dark anymore. "Hey hon, let's head back down."
Back downstairs, Aidan ladled them both punch, taking a long gulp of his before refilling his glass and handing Leo the other. He twisted his face, smacking his lips as he sipped again at the punch, "Does this taste different to you?"
"Hmm? The punch?"
"Yeah, it seems like there's an extra something..."
Leo sipped his glass, swishing it around before swallowing slowly, "No, I don't taste anything."
"Huh, must've been my imagination, I guess."
The lion shrugged, "I guess."
Across the room, Jess was downing another glass of punch with her friends as they discussed the various guys at the party when one of her friends sneered, "You do know about half or more of the guys here aren't interested in you"
"Shut up Wanda, you're just jealous because none of them are interested in you"
Wanda rolled her eyes and sighed, "Whatever! I'm gonna go get some punch, you want some more?"
"What?" Jess glanced down at her glass, "Oh, yeah sure."
Wanda took empty glasses from the other three girls and strolled into the kitchen, sashaying her hips for the benefit of those few boys that would be interested. "I want that lion," offered one of Jess's friends, pointing to a male across the room. Jess giggled and pointed to where Leo and Aidan were talking in a small group, "That one's hotter."
"But he's gay girl, he's got a boy-friend."
Jess smirked, "No, he's bi, and I'll bet that he'd love a chance at a girl right about now." She drained her glass, handing it to one of her friends, "Watch and learn, ladies." She waited until the smaller cat left to refill their glasses, and then slowly slinked up, flopping into her quarry's lap and snuggling against him.
Leo, confused, recoiled and started to ask, "Uh, Jess, what are..?"
"Shh, shh, shhhhh," She almost laughed, putting her finger to his lips and sliding a paw down into Leo's pants, forcing a kiss on his lips.
Leo was taken aback, and couldn't react for a few seconds, but then he saw Aidan across the room, face broken up in distress as he hustled out of the room.
At that, the lion jumped up, knocking the girl to the floor, who sheepishly smiled back up at him. He looked down to find a slip of paper in his pants. He yanked it out and glanced at it, and when he realized that in the sloppy script was a phone number, he crumpled it into a ball and dropped it. "You know I'm with Aidan, I can't believe you'd do this."
Jess sat on the ground and giggled softly. Confused, Leo bent down, "Jess, are you okay?"
Alcohol hung on the jaguar's breath as she replied, "No, I'm fine, why?"
Leo stood and purposefully stalked over to the punch bowl and sniffed, detecting a slight alcoholic odor. He hurried to help Jess stand back up and then half carried her to her group of friends, glancing back to where his lover had run off, "Hey, uh, could you girls watch her, I think she's drunk."
Without waiting for an answer he released the jaguar near Wanda and then ran after his cat, where he found him slouched in a corner, gazing dejectedly at a wall and ignoring the cheetah that stood next to him, trying to comfort him, "It's alright, you don't need him, you'll be..."
"Rabu, please stop, I..."
"You what?"
"I don't need this right now, okay?"
"What do you need?" the cheetah returned, running a finger over the cat's arm.
"I don't know, but I don't need what you're saying!" Aidan threw his paws up in frustration.
"I think I know what you need," the cheetah replied, inching closer.
"And what is tha...mff" Aidan was interrupted by the cheetah's lips as they were planted on his with amazing speed.
After only a second's pause, Aidan pushed the cheetah off, sputtering, and before Rabu could react, Leo had stepped up between them, putting an arm around his cat protectively. Aidan looked up with surprise at his lion.
Rabu opened his mouth to speak, but Leo interrupted him, "Rabu, I suggest that you turn around and find your girlfriend before I get any angrier."
Aidan just nodded and snuggled closer to his lion.
"Oh, because you're obviously better for him, going around with other girls and boys!" "And you aren't? Go back to your girlfriend."
Rabu was about to respond, but Leo thrust his upper body forward threateningly and the cheetah turned tail and ran.
Aidan sighed, leaning weakly against his lion, "I'm sorry Dear, he just sprang on me." Leo looked down at his cat, smiling, "She was drunk."
Aidan looked up with a confused face.
"Jess, she was a.., er, she kissed me because she was."
"You know, with the same thing happening to me, I had kinda forgotten why I was here." Leo looked over, stifled a laugh, "Yeah, she was definitely drunk."
Aidan followed his gaze to see Jess trying to pull up her shirt while her friends were trying to pull it down. "Wow." Was all the cat could say, exaggerating his mouth movements and shaking his head. As the couple turned and walked back down the hall, Aidan shook his head, laughing, "Man, everyone wants in our pants today."
Leo looked over at him, "Well, not that many."
"Well, you've got Jess and Ryan, I've got Rabu and all those random guys..."
Leo paused at his kitty's mention of Ryan, "Ryan? Did he tell you?"
Aidan laughed, "Yeah, he actually made me wager on our little wrestling match. Whoever won got to spend a night with you. And if I won, he'd gimme some heh 'stuff' that I wanted."
"Really? And so why hasn't he claimed his prize?"
Aidan shrugged, "He came back later and said that he didn't wanna force my paw."
Leo smiled and poked the kitty, "What, do you think he'll take me away from you?"
Aidan giggled and batted at the lion's paws, "No, stop, no I just, hee hee, I just didn't wanna push him to do you."
Leo stopped poking, "Does it bother you? I mean, the idea of him and me having sex?" "Only, well, I dunno. I mean, I don't exactly want you to sleep around with any guy, but I guess I'd let you, you know..."
"You sound uncomfortable, hon."
"Well, I guess, well I'd wanna watch if you did."
Leo laughed, "Oh really? You wanna watch me do Ryan."
"Well I guess, yeah, if you two were to do it, I may as well watch right?"
Leo smiled and hugged his mate, "Ah, I'm sure Ryan would love an audience," he said with a laugh. "Heck, knowing Ryan, he'd probably ask if more could watch."
Aidan smirked and gave a few snorts of laughter, "Yeah, prolly."
Leo nudged his kitty, "So, you think that we should find'im? I'm sure he'd be thrilled." "Right now?"
The lion shrugged, "Why not?"
Aidan thought for a second and decided that he had no reply to that, and so he shrugged, silently hoping that the fox wouldn't make a scene.
After a short discussion between the two felines and a bit of a longer search than expected to find a vacant room (It turned out that the only empty one that they could find was the fox's), Aidan went out into the main rooms to find Ryan. He found the fox nude and pressing himself between a Doberman and a German shepherd. It took a little bit of coaxing, but he finally pulled the vulpine from the two canines and towards the preselected room.
As soon as the two entered the room, Ryan was knocked to the bed by a flash of gold that sprang from behind the door, knocking it closed as it passed. Ryan squealed in surprise, then quickly changed to murrs of delight as he discovered that he was under a naked Leo.
Aidan pushed some colorful clutter from a chair opposite the bed and sat down, smiling at the two.
Ryan turned to him, rubbing his paws almost absent mindedly over the male body above him, "So what's all this about?"
Aidan smiled and blushed, "Well, we did have that bet."
"I said you could forget it though," the fox interjected, tip toeing his fingers through the thick chest mane over him, making Leo chuckled and smiled.
The fox's eyes lit up at the lion's chuckle, "Oh re-ally now, so you both decided this?" he murred before he reached up and took a firm, yet gentle hold of the lion's testes, massaging them expertly while trying to kiss the lion over and over.
Leo pulled his head back in surprise, and turned to look at his mate. Aidan nodded and offered, "It's okay Leo."
Leo turned just in time to catch one of the fox's kisses directly on the lips, holding him there and reaching down to rub over the smaller naked body beneath him.
Ryan immediately responded by trying to pull the big male on top of him. Leo just smirked and held himself in place as the weaker male pulled. The lion did not want to go as fast as the fox 'was urging, and he was determined to get his way. Instead he lowered his head down and began to lick at the fox's cheek, his paws still rubbing over the smaller male's sides.
Aidan meanwhile was fidgeting in the corner as his cock strained at his pants. He knew that if he took it out right now, he wouldn't be able to stop touching himself until well after he came, and that it would probably be well before his lion even let things get started properly. So he sat and hoped he could hold out on himself.
Leo cradled the fox's head in his large paw to kiss him over and over as the other massaged over his chest and his hips pressed the effeminate male down. Ryan murred softly to this, and ran his fingers down through the lion's mane and gently rub over the base of the leonine cock. At this, Leo stopped kissing and grinned down at the fox, who smirked back at him. Leo just reached down, taking the fuzzy white sack in his palm and rolling them softly, eliciting a small moan from his bedmate.
Ryan eyed the lion seductively and began to raise and move his legs, wrapping them up and over the lion's so that his rear was bared. His paws moved to the lion's rear and gave a gentle push.
Leo carefully positioned himself so that his cock nestled between the cheeks of the fox and gently glided it back and forth, not quite deep enough to even graze the fox's pucker. Ryan tried to push down on the stronger male, to no avail, and instead settled on squirming around to get the shaft closer to his eventual goal.
Aidan's cock was out now, and his paw was on it, but he was very carefully not pump- no stop it, none of that , aw dammit his paw is squeezing, stop that now, sitting and carefully not playing with his needy cock.
Leo had his cockhead pressing just at the fox's pucker when a banging came on the door, "Hey Twinklebutt?! If you're in there, sorry to interrupt your orgy but there's a situation downstairs that I am not about to deal with!" came the cry of Ryan's twin.
"Dammit Rebecca! Is it really important?" Ryan called back as the lion crawled off of him. "Do you think I'd force myself through this hallway of debauchery to interrupt my gay brother having his ass split open for nothing?"
"Fine, fine, I'm getting underwear." Ryan said as he stood up. The fox jumped into a pair of briefs and swung the door as his bedmates were still struggling with pants.
The fox had already somehow managed to threateningly storm down the stairs while clad only in briefs by the time Leo was two doors down and Aidan was running to catch him from the door, buttoning his shirt. "What is it, Leo?"
Leo was about to shrug, when he was distracted by a loud shout of, "What the holy hell?! Turn that the fuck off right now!" in a commanding manner that did not seem possible from the slight fox.
"Oh," Aidan said knowingly.
"What?"
"700 Club," the cat replied with a suppressed chuckle.
They were still smiling at that when they rounded the banister to find Sorto and his gang playing keep away with the remote, their host barreling through them angrily.
Then Aidan saw the screen and turned to run. | FSE |
Title: The Gate Keeper by Otterwhiz!
Tags: Bizarre, Fantasy, M/solo, Magic, Masturbation, No-Yiff, Reptile, Teenagers, Watersports
The Gate Keeper By: Otterwhiz!
Runik sighed as he gazed out the stone window.
Ka'Rahyah Citadel. Reached huge solemn spires into the cloudy gray sky of the misty canyon. A monument to the Saurian race's studies in the magical arts.
Runik suddenly toppled on the stairs as the other pupils behind him shoved him forward. "Come on, get moving!"
The young reptile got back up and continued his walk with the rest of the students to Seer C'akart's library. Runik was in this class of student acolytes who were taking a break from their normal force projection lessons to visit the Seer's private library for a short introduction on the relatively new field of gate travel. Normally, Runik would be interested in this, but the modest grades and the unfriendly treatments from the other more aggressive pupils had dulled his mood.
Most of his peers were of the draconian breed. These winged Saurians were adorned with many intricate horns and frills and were gifted with a strong level of intelligence. There were other Saurian species enrolled in the Citadel such as the Ralaks, the Wyvers, and so on. There were hardly any Solven such as Runik. His breed were wingless and hornless lizardmen with a large kinfe talons on the middle toe of each foot. They also had stout, teeth-filled jaws like that of the more primitive and ferocious Tyrant Lizards. Solvens were generally the workers and foot soldiers of the Saurian race. However, Runik lacked greatly in the physical and aggressive fields of his fellow breed. He was small and thin, though he had the big jaws. Also, he was very passive and shy, something a warrior could not be. Yet, he was more able in his mind and was set to pursue the studies of the magical arts. Now at age 16, Runik was another inexperienced student at the Citadel.
The class shuffled up through many of the elaborately decorated halls and up more winding stairwells. Eventually, the group came to the doors that led into the Seer's personal quarters. Seer C'akart was an old draconian of well-respect. He was one of the few draconians born with indigo wing webbing which is not only beautiful, but a sign of a very intelligent mind. He was not a mere wizard, but a curious magic scientist that used his rational approaches to fashion magical energies into usable forms. The controlled gate teleportation is a product of this study.
The Seer himself was a fairly modest and quite old draconian. His green scales were slightly dulled and he had wavy tufts of white hair hanging from his chin and his eyebrows. His voice was very friendly and mellow. Still, he possessed a regal air about him. He was known for his kindness and love of teaching. As the class settled in his main room, he went into discussion of his knowledge on gate travel.
"...This idea, although relatively new, was first created by ancient people from some far off world. The fact that we have knowledge of it is due to its ability to transcend the boundaries of distance so easily. However, this factor also helped contribute negatively to it. Many times in history did many peoples and individuals attempt to use the gate for personal means. Many have been closed of or destroyed due to these factors. That's why so few know of this science today. Nowadays though, these gates are mostly used by wizards and scholars as transportation of ideas, magical objects, and other informative things. A network of many worlds now use them for these cooperative reasons in the great pursuit of knowledge and partnership. Hundreds if not thousands of gates are tied together in this way."
Some of the class were quickly bored by the kindly dragon's lesson, but when the class was led into the Seer's gate chamber, their heads popped up. Against the wall, surrounded by a carves stone stage was a massive black stone circle carved into the wall. In the middle of it was a undulating gray membrane that appeared like a glowing liquid. Everyone was amazed.
"Rarely do actual people pass through these gates nowadays," said the Seer. "But watch what it does when I open it..."
The Seer moved his taloned had across the surface of a crystal orb embedded in a pedestal before the stone stage. Instantly the field turned blue and glowed more brightly.
"When the gate is opened or shut, the portal wanders aimlessly between various other gates around the world. First thing I do is direct the enchanted symbols scryed into its stone circle to a certain fixed location so that it stops wandering. I will now focus it on the smaller gate in my private study nook."
The old dragon scrawled a gentle pattern on the surface of another adjacent orb in a pedestal. After doing so, he took his staff and carefully plunged it through. "Now let's go see."
The class was then led up into the Seer's reading nook. The small, crammed space was filled with books and shelves and various other stuff. It could barely fit the class. Against another wall was another blue glowing gate with an old but elaborately patterned Persian rug before it. On that rug lay the Seer's staff. Everyone was wowed. Runik was thrilled. Picking up his staff, the Seer rubbed his hand over another orb in a beautiful wooden holder and the gate went gray.
"And that's that. Items and knowledge and partnerships traded easily. The portal will now unfocus and move between exits every few minutes or so. Each one opens to another gate. It may be in a holy temple, another wizard's library, a scholar's study, an enchanted field with many magical herbs, a secret scroll storage sealed off deep underground, or even an educated king's bedroom. Who knows. Each transport...," the Seer drifted on.
Afterwards, Runik retuned back to his own quarters. The Seer's gate had stunned him speechless. It was beautiful and fascinating. The idea of being able to pass to new, amazing worlds filled the young Saurian with much wonder. As he ate his dinner in the mess hall, he thought long about the fantastic gate. He wanted to lean more of gate teleportation. All night, until he turned in for bed, Runik thought about the gate and even the idea of being able to escape his world when it would get to stressful.
Late that night, Runik awoke from his slumber. He groaned in dismay, knowing he would have to try and fall asleep again. As he lay there, the little dragon's mind pondered on the stresses of his daily routine and how alienated he felt. Sleep was far away. After a while, his thoughts drifted to the gate again. He dreamed of being a gate keeper like the Seer, holding the responsibility of managing the portal and it's connections.
After a while of sleepless rambling, Runik decided sleep was impossible and that he should just enjoy a quiet walk around the Citadel. Getting up, he yawned and paced over to his closet. He removed his heavy acolyte robe. It was made of a heavy burgundy cotton with a patch of the school's symbol on one sleeve. He was required to wear it to class everyday. Runik put it on over his pale pajamas and quietly walked out into the halls.
There were a few empty voices down the corridors, but almost no one was out this late. Runik walked unnoticed through the hallways, glancing out widows at the lovely Citadel and just enjoying the vast solitude. After a bit, he thought of the gate again. Perhaps he could go and observe its wonder alone. The idea filled him with excitement.
The doors to Seer C'akart's quarters were unlocked and the little dragon was able to open them with quiet ease. The darkened room was empty of any soul. The Seer was most likely in his bedroom, fast asleep. Runik moved carefully over to the massive doors of the gate room. However, they were locked.
For a moment, his heart sank, until he remembered the one in the reading room.
The old oaken door creaked open slightly as the smell of incense wafted out of the room. It was empty. With a sigh of relief, Runik shut the door behind him and basked in the gray light shining on the cluttered, dusty bookshelves. The young dragon had the gate to himself. He imagined he was its keeper coming in to check on it. He walked over to the undulating gray and stood before it. Hands trembling, he reached over and carefully rubbed the sphere.
The gray instantly burst into a lovely liquid blue, causing Runik to jump in surprise. The worlds of the gate were open to its keeper.
Runik sat down before it and just stared. Before him, the portal moved between exits hidden behind its blue membrane. The dragon let it drift open, pondering the worlds beyond. It made his head spin. Eventually, his thoughts just spiraled away and he just laid back and enjoyed the blue, slightly warm light it gave off.
After a long while of just laying there with no thought in his head, Runik finally retuned to the present. He began to wonder if he should start heading back to his room soon. By now it was probably around 2:00 in the morning.
It was then that a feeling in his gut suddenly gave him an unusual idea. He looked up at the gate as the idea turned into an enticing urge.
Runik got up and thought for a second. Then, acting on impulse, he gave in to his urge. The young lizard positioned himself on the Persian rug before the open gate. Then he reached into the front of his robe and undid the button on his pajama pants. The blue membrane made a soft ploop sound as a yellow stream penetrated its surface. The membrane around the spot where it entered ripples softly like a pond. Runik sighed with enjoyment as he felt the pleasant sensation of his bladder emptying itself. He imagined being a keeper again, irresponsibly relieving himself into his gate. Ever since being a kid, he had always liked going to the bathroom in odd places. Somewhere in some far of religious temple or some old scholar's study, a stream of pee was invading, soiling everything around it. Runik felt he was leaving a mark of himself in some far off world and he loved it.
The stream intensified, an aching full bladder behind it. As he luxuriated himself in his act, Runik's penis began to harden. Dribbles of pee splashed down on the Prersian rug, leaving more of the young lizard's mark. He continued happily, a childish pleasure guiding him. He giggled with glee as his pee flowed through the gate.
Eventually the impressive stream finally exhausted itself, dribbling its last squirts onto the elegantly crafted rug. Quickly, the young lizard buttoned up his pajamas and closed the gate. He knew the portal would wander soon and no one would ever know who had made the urine. Runik made his way back to his room, no one noticing his passage.
As Runik laid in bed, his mind drifted on. He planned to regularly stop by the Seer's gate at night to relieve himself into it again. All the gate keepers would be shocked that some gate keeper was actually peeing through his own gate. They would be unable to figure out who, since the gates wander and to many to mention cover the worlds. Runik even began to wonder about pooping through the gate. The idea delighted him. By now he had grown a restless arousal and began to stroke himself , dreaming of when he would be a keeper himself. It didn't take long before he climaxed, semen gushing all over the inside of his acolyte robe. He panted through his big jaws as he slumped down in bed.
Soon he was fast asleep, dreaming of his wonderful gate. | FSE |
Title: House of Pain Ch. 07-08
Tags: bdsm novella
Chapter 7
The stage is different this time; it is better lit; there's no music playing.
"Gentlemen -- in today's demonstration we are going to talk about how you can whip your submissive in such a way so she is in plenty of pain, but can still be available for play the next day."
I keep my eyes lowered. Somewhere in the audience is Doug, and because I know that, I can't tune the audience out.
I'm wearing black panties, a black bra. Nothing fancy; there's no theatre to this event.
"First, up, the flogger..."
John pushes my panties down my hips efficiently; removes my bra, and loads me into a St. Andrews Cross. I consider the position I'm in. I'm facing the audience; my arms and legs are spread apart and tied. I'm completely immobile.
John's saying something to the audience, something about the virtues of a submissive that can't move. On that ominous note, he pulls out a pair of nipple clamps.
"Nipple clamps don't always have to be stainless steel," he says conversationally to the audience. "We've received a line of handcrafted nipple clamps that really resemble jewelry -- they'll make a perfect Christmas present for your sub..."
The nipple clamps pinch at my nipples painfully. The pain throbs through me; I can't focus on anything else. I squirm a little.
The flogging starts. At first, the strokes are light, sending more heat than pain through me. My skin reddens; I feel the familiar arousal run through me, but it doesn't give me the same satisfaction it's given me in the past. I can't imagine Doug's going to be pleased with me.
Now, the strokes are harder, and red lines appear on my skin. John's saying something about wrist movement and distance, but I am not listening. I focus on the sensation of the flogger striking me, but inside me, there's dread as well, and it isn't because of the pain of the flogger.
Now the flogger rains its blows on my breasts, setting them jiggling. Each jiggle causes the nipple clamp to move, and I hiss and squirm in pain. John notices my squirm; laughs and points it out to the audience. "No damage," he says, "but plenty of pain. My favourite combination."
He moves in front of me, changes the angle of the flogger. Now the strokes are striking my pussy, from beneath my parted legs. I squirm, yet again. This feels good; the warmth of the flogger heats my already wet pussy.
John switches tools, picks up the crop. He says something to the audience, something I miss, because I'm now wondering if Doug is going to be so angry with me that he won't want to have sex again. "He doesn't control me," I say to myself, defiantly, but my defiance is only skin-deep. I do want to see him again, I realize. Sigh.
The blows of the crop start. Short, stinging strokes, all over my body. I can't predict where the next stroke will fall. I'm dancing, flailing. The last time I was here at the House of Pain, I was able to open my mind to the pain, to let it flow through me. But I'm off balance because Doug is in the audience, and I can't find the same peace. I writhe in pain as my body reacts to the crop.
John unbuckles me; turns me around, cuffs in into the St. Andrews Cross, with my ass now facing the audience. He says something, I hear the word "cane." I instantly stiffen. Everything I've read about caning online suggests that it will be intensely painful.
It is and it isn't; it's a sensation I can't really describe. There's dimension to this pain, it hurts when the cane descends on my unprotected ass, but it also hurts after. John is, as promised, not hitting me very hard; but the cane still stings a fair bit. I'm squirming in my bindings, hissing in pain.
And finally, I decide I don't care. I can't do anything about the Doug situation, not right now. I decide to put it out of my mind. Either Doug will be angry, or he won't be. There's nothing I can do about it in this moment.
With that, I'm able to appreciate the feelings coursing through me, the sharp sting of the cane, the warmth radiating from my ass, the wetness in my pussy. Each stroke has me squirming, but as the strokes continue, I find that I'm pushing my ass outward, towards the cane. Once again, I'm dancing at that oh-so-small line between pleasure and pain, and once again, I don't know whether it is pleasure I'm feeling, or pain.
The intensity increases. John's saying something to the audience, and he finally brings the cane down hard, in one searing stroke across my skin. I shriek, as a flaming line of pain appears on my ass.
I'm being unbuckled from the cross; I am done.
\*\*\*
I'm standing in the antechamber, wearing a robe. My eyes are closed. I have a knot in my stomach that has nothing to do with being whipped. There's a moment of reckoning coming; and I am filled with nerves.
There's a knock on the door; it is John.
"Sara," he says, hesitation in his voice; his eyes slightly troubled. "There's a customer here who would like to talk to you. Normally, I wouldn't even bother you, but he says you know him. His name is Doug Patterson."
I square my shoulders. I can avoid this moment now, but I can't avoid it for ever.
"Yeah, that's fine, I know Doug..." I say, my voice purposefully light.
"I'll send him in then..." John says, relief in his voice.
I close my eyes again, try to calm myself. I hear another knock, someone enter the room. I look -- it is Doug, and he is furious. I can feel the anger blazing off of him, but he holds it in check.
He eyes me expressionlessly. I have backed into a corner; he notices. "You don't need to fear me, Sara..." he says, his voice flat. He shows me the tub of cream in his hand. "Take off your robe," he says, "lie on the table."
Every muscle in my body is clenched; I am on the point of fleeing. But I force myself to obey. Somewhere, there's a little part of me that tells me that I can trust Doug; and I sense that this part of me is right.
His hands are gentle on my body as he massages the cream into my ass; soothing it. John has done this with me before, but here, now, with Doug's hands roaming over my body, there is heat; there is intimacy; there is comfort. I feel desire rise in me; but first, we have to talk.
"You are angry with me," I start. I'm lying face down on the massage table, I can't see his face, and he can't see mine. It's probably better this way. His hands roam over my body, part my legs, and rub cream on my inner thighs.
"Tell me why I'm angry, Sara." His voice is level.
"Because I was naked in front of an audience?" I ask.
"Ok. Why else?"
"Because I should have asked you for permission?" I ask, though I don't like the idea of having to ask permission to do anything.
"Nope. Wrong. Try again." His hands now massage of my back and my shoulders; they feel like heaven. I hold back the rising desire; try to focus on our conversation.
"I don't know." I'm confused. I'm assuming this is some kind of control thing; but he's denied it. What then?
"See, Sara, I get the sense that you think this is a Dominant-Submissive conversation, where I tell you off for breaking a rule." Doug's voice is hard. "But it isn't. When I sleep with someone on Sunday, and I make plans to see her again on Saturday, I'm old-fashioned enough to expect that in between those timeframes, she's not sleeping with someone else. And Sara, in my opinion, the House of Pain is tantamount to cheating."
He's right; I can't dispute it even if I want to. After all, I broke up with Colin because I didn't think it was fair to him for me to be doing shows at the House of Pain. I can't see myself performing at the House of Pain, and sustaining a relationship at the same time.
"I should have told you," I say.
"Yes, I think it was relevant information that you had a show scheduled mid-week." His voice is level again.
"Are you going to punish me?" My voice is now wary.
Doug laughs, but there's no humour in the sound. "You think I'm going to punish you because I'm angry, Sara? It doesn't work like that, not for me. To me, that's the same thing as beating you, and Sara, I don't lay hands on a woman in anger."
"What happens now?" I ask, and I'm glad my face is buried in the table. There's too much potential for hurt in his answer; if he rejects me here, it will matter, and I will not be able to hide it.
"If you want to come over Saturday, there are rules..." he says.
Aah. Here it comes. The rules. I expect to be told the rules governing my submission. What to wear; what to call him; how to behave.
But that isn't what he says. "I don't share..." he says, quietly, instead. "I'm monogamous in my relationships... I expect my partner to be the same. If you want to sleep with someone else, you need to tell me; to end this before you do that. And that applies here, Sara, to the House of Pain."
Oh. I wish I could argue; but I can't. It's a fair request. "You won't sleep with anyone else either?" I ask, just to be sure. I'm not going to buy into a double standard.
"Of course not..." he says automatically, surprise etched in his voice.
"Get dressed, Sara," he says, something in his voice signalling that this conversation is at an end. "Come on, I'll drive you home."
"I can catch a cab," I say. It is late; we both have to work the next day.
"I'll drive you home." His voice is flat. There's a warning in it for me; and I heed it. I don't argue; I get dressed.
\*\*\*
We don't talk much on the way back; I give him my address; he nods; and we are on our way. I keep quiet too. He doesn't seem angry any more, but I can't read his mood. When he pulls up in front of my building, I eye him hesitantly.
"Doug... I'm sorry about tonight." And I am. He's being a lot nicer about this that I had expected. He hasn't yelled at me; he's instead massaged cream into my body, and given me a ride home. I don't deserve his kindness.
He doesn't say anything; but he leans forward, kisses me gently on my lips. "See you Saturday, baby," he says.
There's still desire in me; a tightly coiled desire that begs for release. "Want to come up for a drink?" I ask hopefully.
Doug grins at me. "Normally, that's a very tempting offer," he says, "but I've an early morning meeting. Can I take a rain check?"
"Sure." There's disappointment in my voice; I try to hide it, but I'm not sure I succeed. "Thanks for the ride..." I say, preparing to get out of the car.
"Sara..." His hand is now on mine, jolting me to stillness. "Are you turned on now, Sara?" There's a peculiar note in his voice.
Honest communication. "Yes..." I confess.
He laughs. "In that case..." he says, and now, there's a note of command in his voice, "it would please me greatly, Sara, if you don't masturbate tonight. In fact, if you want to be really, really good, you won't masturbate till Saturday evening."
Whoa. There's no 'or else' in his statement. He's made his request, or is it an order he's given me? In any case, I'm not sure what the consequences are to disobeying him, and I find I don't care. I will do as he's asked me to do. I owe it to him; I need to make up for the House of Pain tonight.
"Okay." My voice is quiet, compliant.
Is this how it starts, my submission? Chapter 8
I run into Doug at the elevator on Friday. I'm heading to lunch with my friend Toni, when the elevator doors open, and Doug and the COO walk in. We both have been giggling about something she's said about one of our coworkers, but we both grow still as we notice the new entrants; stop our giggling. The COO nods at us politely; continues his conversation with Doug.
Doug looks relaxed; unintimidated. And utterly hot, I decide, surveying him from the corner of my eyes. I have done as he's asked; I haven't masturbated, and as a result, I can't tear my mind away from sex; from the way Doug had me tied up on the sawhorse, as he licked me from behind.
The elevator doors open; we all get out. Doug catches my eye; winks at me. "Have a nice weekend, Sara," he says, politely, as we walk away.
"You know Doug Patterson?" Toni asks me. She's surprised.
"We met at last month's meet-and-greet," I say. I change the topic; we chat about Toni's weekend plans.
\*\*\*
Friday evening, after work, I head to a bar around the street with my coworkers. They are a good bunch; I'm going to miss working with them. My boss Jason. There's my friend Toni, who's always good for a giggle. Adam, a dreamer, who always has pictures of his vacations in his cubicle, and spends a lot of time dreaming about the next trip; Paul, quiet and efficient. Sandra, the only one I dislike; she's a complainer -- she has no life outside work; comes in early, leaves late, but doesn't manage to get anything done in her hours at her desk, because she's too busy gossiping and complaining. Ok, I won't miss Sandra. But I'll definitely miss the rest.
Our department has been through ups and downs as we've struggled to define ourselves; prove to our management that we indeed add value. And from the rumours of layoffs, it doesn't look like the struggles are over either. But they are for me; I've worked my last day; I have a week off, and then I start a new chapter in my life.
We giggle a lot; consume an inordinate amount of wine; and get rather drunk.
\*\*\*
It is 5.55pm Saturday afternoon, and I am at Doug's door. I take a deep breath to still my nerves, and ring the doorbell.
I hear Alia's typical volley of barks, and then the door opens. As before, Alia tries to bowl me over. I pet her, laughing. It's hard to remain nervous or serious in the face of Alia's enthusiasm.
Doug smiles at me. "Hey Sara," he says. His eyes are warm, friendly. "Come on in..."
I follow him into the kitchen. "Want a drink?" he asks me.
"Please," I say.
He hands me a beer; grabs one for himself. And then, he gives me my first order.
"Sara, I'd like you to go downstairs, please." His voice is firm today. "Take off your clothes; keep your underwear on. Wait for me."
He hasn't touched me. I'm not sure if he's still angry with me about Wednesday night. I nod. I obey.
It's a rainy Saturday; wet and chilly; a harbinger of the coming autumn. The basement is thankfully warm though; Doug has the fireplace going; it fills the room with warmth. I've dressed casually; I'm wearing jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers. I take off my clothes; and perch at the end of the bed. I sip my beer quietly. My thoughts are scattered; nervousness and anticipation are warring inside me.
I hear Doug's footsteps on the stairs; he walks in.
"Come here..." he says, gesturing to the middle of the room. I walk over, still holding my beer. Doug reaches forward, takes the beer from my hand, and sets it down on a side-table next to the bed.
"So, Sara, did you masturbate?" His voice is relaxed. He is standing really close to me; I can feel the heat emanate from him; smell his smell; a combination of soap and aftershave and hot man; my breathing quickens, ever so slightly, as my body reacts to his nearness.
"No," I whisper.
"Good girl," he says, approvingly. He walks around me, eying my body. I flush under his examination.
"Take your underwear off, please."
I gulp. I remind myself I've been naked in front of Doug before; but he's always taken my clothes off. To take my clothes off in front of him; when the room is in light, and he's watching me, his eyes thick with lust; his nostrils flared; this is difficult.
"Sara." Impatience in his voice.
I quickly obey. Perhaps it's easiest this way, to obey whatever he asks me to do, without thinking about how it makes me feel.
But his eyes are on me, slowly examining my body, and I am blushing at his inspection. "Turn around," he says. I obey.
His hands are caressing my ass. "No trace of welts..." he says. "Are you up to getting spanked today?"
Wetness floods my pussy at his words; my nipples are erect. He notices my body's reaction, and laughs. "I think the answer to that is yes, isn't it Sara?"
"Yes..." I whisper.
He pulls my face towards him; kisses me. His lips are strong, he's nibbling my lips with his, his tongue dances with mine, and I'm panting in utter arousal when he's done. I mutely turn my head so my neck is visible. I love being kissed there; there's something about that spot that is so very erotic to me.
"Here?" Doug asks, brushing my neck with his fingers, in response to my mute invitation. I nod silently. My brain is already a haze. He bends his head, his lips find that spot. I moan, wrap my arms around his waist; pull him closer to me. I need to feel his body, his strength pressed up against my body.
For a change, he does not tell me to hold still; his mouth is raining hot kisses on my neck; his hands are tracing idle circles on the sides of my breasts, and I am in heaven.
Doug is still fully clothed, and I groan in slight frustration. I want to run my hands and my mouth all the way up and down his body; I want to kiss his nipples, and bury my face in his perfect chest. I want to feel the raw steel of his arms as they hold me down; I want to lower my mouth on his perfect cock, and feel him erupt in my mouth.
But for a start, I want him to take off his clothes.
I'm not sure if this is allowed; if I'm permitted to make a request about what I want. "How will you find out what the rules are, if you don't ask?" I ask myself.
"Doug..." I start hesitantly.
"Mmm?" Doug has lowered a mouth on my right breast, and I feel his teeth graze my nipple. Lust shoots through me, potent and burning.
"Am I allowed to talk in your dungeon?" My question is tentative. Instantly, his mouth stops, he pulls away from me. I look at him; he is looking utterly exasperated.
"What are the rules we've set down so far, Sara?" I can hear the mild irritation in his voice.
"Umm." My mind is a blank, I'm still in a haze of lust, but I'm mindful of the irritation in his voice. I struggle to focus. Have there been rules?
"Umm, honest communication?" He'd said that the first time.
"Good. What else?" His voice is level; he looks slightly less irritated.
I search the memories of our conversations. What else? Oh right. Wednesday's discussion about monogamy.
"No sleeping with other people." I sound relieved at remembering the rules. His lips twitch.
"And was there anything else?" he asks, amusement warring with exasperation in his voice.
"I don't think so." I'm now slightly sheepish; I feel utterly foolish.
"Excellent." His voice is amused now. "But I think this is a lesson that best needs to be taught a different way. Come on." He tugs me to the bed; settles himself against the headboard, and pulls me onto him. I am face-down on his lap, my butt in the air and one of his hands is wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. I sense I'm about to be very thoroughly spanked.
"So, Sara..." he says conversationally. "What's the standard convention here? You count the spanks? I don't want you to do that. Instead, I'd like you to repeat what I say after me. Understood?"
I nod into the mattress.
Whap. Whap. His hand comes down hard on my ass; I nearly jump off the bed as the heat radiates through me. He has spanked me hard; I bite my lips to hold back my squeak.
"Silly Sara." His voice is relaxed; he sounds almost indulgent as he rains blows on my tender, unprotected ass. "You have all these ridiculous preconceived notions about us, what we are doing here. Let it all go. The rules are what we make them. Understand?" A couple of hard swats to emphasize his point. I jump and writhe again. My ass is already throbbing. Perhaps because of the warmth of his house; perhaps because he's only spanked me gently so far; I didn't think I'd be in much pain being spanked by Doug. I'm forced to reassess. His hands are raining blows down on me, and my flesh feels like it is on fire.
My pussy is predictably dripping. As I writhe, I can feel Doug's dick against my hip, straining through his jeans. I'm reacting to being held in his strong arms; to the force of the blows raining down on my ass.
"Repeat after me." His voice is firm, unyielding now. "The rules are what we make them."
My voice is small. "The rules are what we make them."
"Excellent." He stops spanking me for a minute, strokes my ass, soothing the heated cheeks. I part my legs slightly in invitation. I am so wet; so turned on.
"Nope. Not yet. First, your punishment," Doug says. I can hear the arousal in his voice; his voice is slightly hoarser; slightly rougher. I smile into the mattress, inwardly pleased at the effect I'm having on him. I wriggle a little; deliberately grinding my hips against his dick.
"Hold still, Sara..." Doug warns me. I hear the amusement in his voice; my ploy is transparent. I redden slightly, embarrassed by how easily he's read me; I hold still.
He starts spanking me again. In between the spanks, he's talking to me. "I'm not interested in making love to a perfectly trained doll, Sara. I want a real, live woman in my dungeon and in my bed. Someone who is intelligent, who brings something of herself in the dungeon, someone I can respect and laugh with."
Interspersed with this speech are hard spanks. I want to hold still; to listen to what he's saying; but the blows are raining down, and I'm whimpering in pain.
"Repeat after me. Doug does not want a perfectly trained doll." His voice is lazy. He's stroking me with his fingernails, and the slight edge of them against my throbbing ass sends little lightning bolts of electricity running through me.
"Doug does not want a perfectly trained doll." I repeat dutifully. "Can it be true though?" I wonder inwardly. I hear what he's saying, but I'm not sure I believe it.
He resumes my spanking. I'm moaning now, whimpering and writhing over him. Each stroke is painful; each stroke makes me flinch. The pain flows through me; but I can't disassociate from it the way I did at the House of Pain. Here, the immediacy of Doug's body against mine keeps me firmly in the moment, where I can feel every blow.
"Repeat after me again. Any rule is negotiated by both of us, with full consent from both of us..."
"Any rule is negotiated by both of us, with full consent from both of us..." My voice is small. This is a very effective lesson; one I won't be forgetting in a hurry.
His hands are stroking my ass again. My flesh is throbbing and painful. But he soothes me expertly, he has very subtly pulled me closer. The moment feels different; there's electricity in the air; and there's intimacy in the way he's stroking me.
"I'm not interested in any submission of yours that lessens you..." he says quietly. "I'm not interested in objectifying you, in humiliating you. You are always more than a naked, willing body. You are a person, with wants and needs, hopes and fears." His hands are still stroking me. I remain very still; I listen to him. There's quiet certainty to his tone. I remember my first impression of Doug. This is someone who knows what he wants.
And as I listen to him articulate what he wants, pressed down on him, ass inflamed and throbbing, I am suddenly very afraid. Doug will not be content with being kept within a tidy little box. Doug will want everything I have to give, and more.
He's still talking. "Who you are outside the dungeon matters. The more you are outside of this room; the greater the gift of your submission in this room. Your strength is the gift."
Three final, hard spanks. Unexpected blows; I almost arch off his lap as my body flails against the impact of his blows. Tears are cascading down my cheeks, though I'm not sure if I'm crying from the pain of the spanking, or the intensity of the emotional storm he's set off inside me. He pulls me into his arms, I feel his firm chest against me. I bury my face in his shoulder; still sniffing.
He provides silent comfort as the churning emotions subside. I cry, he doesn't try to stop me. He is there; pressed against me, a shoulder to lean on. He embodies warm strength.
My sobs slowly recede; my breathing evens. I'm still buried in his chest. I straighten, make a wry face. "I probably look like a mess," I say, slight sheepishness in my voice.
He shakes his head at me. "Women, sheesh." There's mock annoyance in his voice. He looks at me, his eyes soften. "You look forlorn and woebegone, and I want to kiss away all your cares, Sara."
I'm still naked, he's still clothed. I move against him hopefully; I need him inside me.
"No, let's take a break, come. Let's go upstairs for a bit."
I groan in protest, but he is unyielding. "No, we need a break from this room. You've taken a pretty painful punishment, and there will be pleasure tonight. But first, a break."
He pulls me up; pulls his t-shirt off his body, hands it to me. "Here, wear this..." he says. "Your jeans will chafe against your skin."
I wear his t-shirt. It smells like him; soap, a slight aroma of aftershave, but mostly a smell that I realize I've come to associate with Doug. My insides tighten as my body reacts to that scent; my nipples perk up against the t-shirt as the fabric grazes my tender behind.
I follow him upstairs. | literotica |
Title: HS Sweetheart Ch. 03
Tags: pulled drawer, regular guy, mental state, cum spilled, knees mouth, yeah girl, girl gotta, mary jane, face mary, deep hot
**Chapter 03: Porn Stash**
*This story is a continuation. See chapters 1 and 2 for an introduction to Mary Jane and our sexual adventures.*
For the rest of the weekend, I found excuses to slip out of the house and meet Mary Jane at her place. We spent most of the time naked exploring each others bodies and fucking in nearly every room in the house. My appetite for this newly found pleasure of sex seemed to be limitless. I was young then, and managed to cum four times on Sunday afternoon: once each in the kitchen, living room, shower, and back in Mary Jane's bedroom. Each of those times was a little different. We were starting to expand our sexual horizons. We would try new positions, usually suggested by her. I had no problem just attacking her as soon as I saw her, but she always liked to change positions as we fucked. I would be in a hot groove banging her with my hard cock from above, when she'd say "Let's do it doggy-style!" and turn over on her hands and knees. Or, I'd come to her from behind and end up fucking her with her bent forward over a table. Then she'd want me to lie down so she could ride me. She just always seemed to be thinking of the next way and angle to get my cock inside her.
She put just as much variety into giving me head. Sometimes she'd just stretch out on the bed next to me, or kneel before me as I stood. She once let me slide in and out for about 20 minutes with her head hanging back over the edge of the bed. I stumbled across the magic of '69' as she started reaching for my cock as I ate her pussy. The moans caused by my licking disappeared as the hot sucking on my cock started. It took me a minute to realize, and then it seemed as natural as walking. Mary Jane kept coming up with more and more creative ways to go down on each other. She wasn't very heavy, maybe 110 including at least 15 pounds of those massive DDD's, so she suggested I stand up as we were '69'ing and hold her up while she sucked my cock. It was amazing. The gravity defying blowjob was intense and I think the blood rushing to her head made her suck even more deliriously than ever.
As much as we both loved watching my cum shoot onto her face, for the magic of the moment we sometimes did it a little differently. I discovered that I loved to watch her face as she swallowed a big load of my cum. With her lips stretched around my spurting cock, I could see her eyes open wide at the feeling of my jizz filling her mouth. She would then stroke me firmly with her hand into her mouth. She would always pull off, sit back, and swallow it all down in one go. She never failed to give me a big smile afterwards.
Over the next few weeks we had the opportunity to get together two or three times a week. On one occasion I opened the door to her house to find her naked on her knees with her mouth open. I closed the door quickly and remarked "Wow, what a sexy new statue. I absolutely love the melons on this thing! It almost looks lifelike."
I watched as Mary Jane struggled not to respond and her nipples hardened. She had mentioned something a while back about the idea of how sexy some statues were and how she was surprised more people didn't try to have sex with them. I didn't want to spoil her illusion, so I tried not to touch her. I did however walk close to her and start a running commentary on her appearance.
"Such a nice ass on this statue. I imagine this one would look really hot on her hands and knees. I suppose I'll have to settle for just knees. And the way her mouth is open and turned up, it looks like she's waiting for something to drink. Those tits are just amazing. I bet the sculptor had a little fantasy going on when he made this. No one really has tits that big and that firm. If they were real I bet they would wrap my cock in a blanket of warmth..."
Her breathing was picking up but she still hadn't moved or said a word. While I was behind her I described her sexy hair and back, and simultaneously unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was already getting hard. I stroked it gently as I circled her. When I got back in front of her face I stood in front of her, jacking off to her hot body. Even though it was a real person sitting there, I still felt a rush of excitement at the idea of jacking off to a sexy naked statue. I imagined being outside and coming across this vision of lust. I started stroking faster and aimed my dick at her face.
"This girl is so sexy. Her boobs are hanging down and sticking out. I bet I could fuck them and still have enough cock left to cum on her face. Oh yeah... this girl really wants it. She's just sitting here waiting for some nice man to drop a load of cum on her." I stroked my cock back and forth and drove myself closer to the finish line. "I wish there were real girls that looked like this. But I probably never see them because their boyfriends keep them inside all day fucking their brains out. Oh yeah... but this girl is gonna make me cum!"
I stepped in closer and rested the crown of my cock on her bottom lip. My pole jerked in my hand and I started to shoot spurt after spurt straight into her mouth. I could see it pooling inside building up until it was almost overflowing. I gave one last stroke and the last spurts caused a little bit to flow out of her mouth and go cascading down her chin to her tits and then legs.
I was still moaning and stroking as she broke out of her pose, swallowed hard, and wiped up the cum that had spilled. "Thanks baby... that was perfect. It was so hot to watch you jack off in front of me. I had a mini-orgasm without any touching at all!"
I helped her up and she went and put on some clothes. I pouted a little, but zipped up when she said "We can't just be naked all the time. I get cold sometimes, you know?"
I was experiencing so many new things. She had guided me through all kinds of positions and I had enjoyed every one. She had such excitement about sex that I was still bugged by the question of how she came to enjoy this so much. She introduced new positions and new ways to get cum out of me that I hadn't come up with in my wildest wet dream.
"Hey Mary Jane, Remember how you had me fuck you from behind while you made dinner last week?"
"Yeah. That was fun."
"And how you let me fuck your throat when you lay on the bed and let your head hang over the edge"
"Mmmm yeah let's do that again!"
My cock started to twitch again, but I wasn't going to be distracted again. "And what about all those times you have begged me to shoot my cum on your face?"
"You're really getting me hot. Maybe I should keep my clothes off after all if you're so into making another mess of my face."
"Where do you come up with this stuff? All I think about is just getting you naked and fucking ourselves senseless. I guess I just never thought a girl would be so into all of this." I was a little afraid of the answer. If she freaked out I could be ruining an amazing thing. It might be news I didn't want to hear about a previous boyfriend teaching her the ropes, so to speak.
"What's so wrong with me if I like it? I can't help it if I want your cock juice spread on my face. I miss you fucking me when you leave me at night and I try to think up new ways to get your cock in my tight pussy. If we do the same thing every time your big cock might hurt my tiny little pussy. This way I spread it around... sometime from the front, sometimes from the back, sometimes on top, sometimes on bottom, sometimes standing.... Mmmm... I'm getting really hot just talking about this!" She started to rub her pussy with her hands through her clothes.
She stopped with an thoughtful expression. "Do you like that I'm so sexually creative?"
"Definitely! I just worry that it comes from some unhealthy mental state."
"Oh come on," she replied. "You don't care about my mental state as long as I let you fuck my tits." She grabbed at her tits for emphasis. I loved it when she did that.
"That might be true," I wondered aloud. "You do have really big tits. It can sometimes be a distraction. Just look at how you keep getting B's in physics despite never completing a lab. You always wear that tight low-cut dress and stand really close to Mr. Persons on report card days. I'm surprised he doesn't mark your card with DDD's!"
"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! Besides, I have these tits, so why shouldn't I be able to use them?" she replied.
I chuckled, "I'm fine with that. I just think that the best use for them is to have them pressed around my thrusting cock."
"Mmmm... sounds good, wanna go again?" She started to pull up her shirt. I waited until I could see the bottom of her bra-clad tits before I stopped her.
"You're trying to distract me with sex again. What are you hiding?"
"Do you really want to know why I'm like this?"
"I confess I'm a little worried, but yes, I do want to know," I nervously replied.
"One last chance... Are you sure you can handle knowing what inspires all this sexual energy?"
I gulped and nodded.
She stood up and said, "Come with me." She grabbed my hand and led us towards her parents' bedroom. I remembered the time not-so-long ago when I headed through this door a virgin and left a man. As we walked she started talking, "Everyone thinks that my parents are just the greatest people. They're active in the community, go to church regularly, and participate in PTA functions. That is, when they are in town. But my Dad is a real hypocrite."
I was getting worried. Really worried. By the topic and direction I was getting sure this was going to come to a child sexual abuse issue. Had her father abused her? Was he still abusing her? Did she let others abuse her to take the place of her father?
She continued. "He goes to church and tells other people how to bring religion into their lives. He talks about being pure and innocent and lectures me on how I should behave in a proper and moral way." She reached their bedroom closet and turned on the light. She pushed aside some clothes and cleared away the shoes against the wall. "It's so funny when I hear people talk about how fine and upstanding he is. When he comes home he's just a regular guy."
She pulled gently on a tie hook and the wall slid aside several feet. "A regular guy who loves porn." The hidden compartment was another room that was nearly the size of the walk in closet in which we stood. It contained boxes of magazines clearly labeled with all the major titles. Along the walls were rows and rows of some sort of container. "And I'm just the daughter who found the stash of the guy who loves porn."
I also had gone looking for and found my father's porn stash when I was a young teenager. He had a few anniversary Playboys but that was about it. It was less than nothing compared to the warehouse of porn I was looking at.
"What is all this?"
She stepped into the hidden closet and pulled out a few magazines. "He has a little of everything. Mainstream, swingers, fetishes. You name it, it is here. I don't know where he gets it, but he always has the latest issues." She walked to the wall and pulled out the drawer on one of the compartments. "My favorite... the videos."
In each drawer was about 10 video cassettes. I did a quick calculation and figured that if all the compartments were full, he could have nearly 10,000 videos stashed in this hidden closet!
I gasped "There must be thousands of them!"
"Well, right now he has about 1500," she replied. "Most of these are empty." She went to the other side of the room and pulled out a drawer to illustrate her point. Empty. "When they go out of town I come back here and make a few choices and then make sure to put them back where they were before they return. I get so turned on watching porn. Just thinking about acting out some of the scenes gets me hot and wet. My favorite part is the end where the guy ALWAYS pulls out to cum on the girls face. I guess there is no way to fake an orgasm when the director expects spurts of jizz flying through the air."
She looked back at me a little sheepishly. "Is this okay? Are you okay with this?"
"Mary Jane, I was so worried it was going to be something else. Compared to all those other options this is fantastic. In fact... this is fantastic on its own. I have to wonder why you didn't show me this sooner. Did you think I wouldn't approve? I certainly approve of everything we do together." I was trying to calm her down and let her know I wasn't mad. An idea sprung into my head. "Why don't we watch one together?"
She broke into a big grin. She hugged me and then asked "What's your pleasure? I haven't seen all of them, so I can't really tell which are good."
"Whatever you want. I know absolutely nothing about videos."
She picked out a few videos and some magazines and closed up the hidden door. We made our way to the den and closed all the curtains. With the lights down, she slipped the first video in. "I think you're going to like this one. I've seen it hundreds of times. I think you'll see why it's my favorite." Mary Jane put the movie in and sat down with me on the couch. I had never seen a real porno before, so I was pretty nervous, but I didn't want her to know.
I don't remember the name of the movie. I do remember that the scene opened with a woman negotiating a business deal with a man in some office space. Within moments of the opening, her already revealing suit was on the floor and her large tits were on display. My cock leapt in my pants and Mary Jane immediately reached down to palm my hardness. She snuggled up close to me. I put my arm around her back and reached around to caress her breast through her shirt. I was so shocked by what I was seeing I wasn't really thinking about what was going on in real life. The woman on screen was now completely naked and the man was stroking his cock while she played with herself. My caresses of Mary Jane's tits grew into groping and she was playing at my zipper to release my cock. The man was now kneeling in front the woman and eating her pussy. She had her head thrown back and was playing with her tits, just as Mary Jane had done when I went down on her.
"Wow," I thought, "She really does learn her stuff from these movies."
My arms were reaching further down her body to grab at her ass and hopefully stroke her pussy. The same motions brought her upper body closer to me and pushed her head down. As Mary Jane opened her mouth to take in my cock, the man in the video stood up and stripped out of his clothes. It was a little weird to be doing and watching at the same time, but it was an extreme turn on. I pulled Mary Jane off of my cock and told her to get undressed. "They aren't wearing any clothes, so why should we?" I implored.
In moments we were naked and in each others arms. I immediately started fingering her hot snatch, strumming her clit and then driving two fingers deep into her hot pussy. She had her hands on my chest and was lightly caressing my skin, moaning into my mouth. She pulled away from the kisses, and turned to watch the movie. I kept playing with her pussy as we watched the woman on her knees bobbing furiously on the man's long cock. Her style and technique seemed familiar, especially the way she would whip her tongue around the head of his cock while looking up at him. I could almost feel what she was doing. Then I realized... I HAD felt what she was doing!
"You really learned a lot from these, didn't you?" I asked her while she continued to rock on my hand.
"Did you think I was so good because I'd been around a lot? That's just a rumor. Sure I've had sex before, but it isn't like you've heard. You probably heard that I had sex with the quarterback at a college party and gave a blow job to John Peterson on the bus back from a theater convention, right?"
"Uhhh... Actually, yes." I hoped she wasn't mad, but I had heard all that and more. She was rumored to be one of the most sexually active students in the school.
"It's all lies. That's what happens when jealous girls try to ruin another girls life. I used to get upset, but I learned to just deal with it." She said, with a proud determination. "I realized that every new rumor meant that someone's boyfriend was caught staring at my tits in class or saying my name while with another girl. I know I attract a lot of attention. I just save the goods for the best. I'm not giving out this love to just anyone!"
With that she started stroking my cock. She turned back to the screen to watch the blowjob in progress. "I just love this blow job. I love the way her mouth slides down his pole and she smiles. I can tell she loves it, or at least it's a convincing performance. What's the difference really? His cock is long enough to stroke and suck at the same time." She turned to look at me. "Just like yours, baby."
I smiled and said "Shut up and suck my dick already!"
"I thought you'd never ask."
It was like watching a mirror. Mary Jane had just about memorized the blow job in the movie like a dancer learns choreography. Every dip, every lick, every thing was exactly the same. I LOVED it! "Oh god, angel! This is too intense!" I moaned toward the back of her head. The combined slurping noises of her on my dick and the porn stars going at it filled the room. My balls started to twinge as I could feel my orgasm approaching. I normally lasted longer than these few minutes, but the combined stimulation was too much. Mary Jane could sense it and pulled back. I thought maybe she wanted another cum facial, but she left my cock alone completely and stood up from her position by my side.
She turned around, facing the TV and then backed up to sit on my lab. With her hands behind her to steady her, she spread her legs, and impaled herself slowly on my cock. My orgasm had backed away, so I wasn't in danger of exploding. However, I now had a hot view of her ass, arching back, and my cock disappearing into her pussy from behind. She started to rock on my cock, with her hands on my knees and feet on the ground. I helped by supporting her ass cheeks with my hand. She moaned in approval. I could feel her fingers on my balls as she played with her clit.
I grabbed at her ass and helped her up and down my cock. The only problem with the position was she was completely blocking my view of the television. I didn't really care; I was busy staring at her luscious ass and watching my cock slide deep into her hot and wet pussy. I encouraged her "Come on baby. Ride my cock. Show me how much you like to fuck me. Let's see that ass move."
At that she really started pounding her ass down. I slid closer to the edge of the couch and she ended up basically standing over my cock. I didn't need to support her any more and she just went to town riding up and down my pole. She moaned on every upstroke and gasped as I filled her on the way down.
"Mary Jane, I can't see. Why don't you tell me what's going on? What are they up to?" I knew talking would get her hot, and might help her to ignore the amount of effort she was exerting bouncing on my cock.
In between moans and quick breaths, Mary Jane filled me in. "He's ... fucking her now... she's spread on the table and he's... beside it holding her legs... spread out. He's taking his time... fucking her pussy and watching it slide out slick and wet... Oh... and now they're moving. He's sitting in the chair and she's straddling him..."
"You mean like us?"
"No... she's facing him. That way he can suck on her tits..."
I thought maybe her tits would get jealous if the woman in the film was getting attention. I sat up partially and reached around to grab them. They were heavy in my hand and I supported them as she bounced up and down.
"oh yeah baby... bounce my tits for me... Squeeze them while I ride you." She cried out. I pressed them together and into her chest. I knew from previous times with her that her boobs were so massive compared to her frame, that when they were pressed into her chest, they looked almost ridiculous. I kneaded them and told her to keep up the description.
After a few minutes of moans and gasps, she started again. It was clear she was distracted. Her hot pussy was getting slicker and her riding was getting more irregular. It was hard for her to catch her breath. "They've moved again... now she's standing leaning over the desk and he's pounding her from behind..."
"Like we did at the dining room table?"
"Yeah... in fact exactly like we did at the dining room table... She's practically sliding all over the desk as he takes her."
This time I suggested the new position. "Mary Jane, angel, are you getting tired? I love looking at your ass and back while we fuck. I want to fuck you doggy-style, rock your pussy from behind."
She didn't need much convincing and slid to the floor in front of the TV. She looked back at me and spread her pussy lips from below. "Come on stud, give me the long hard cock. Fuck me like an animal! Grab my ass and give me a good pounding!"
I kneeled behind her and slid easily into her tight hole. The few seconds break had eased my growing explosion, but sliding back in nearly brought it on again. I waited a few seconds, knowing that the angle here would cause just the right pressure to bring on a monster orgasm. I watched the film and waited while the couple there fucked in a similar position. Finally, after some more ass waggling (with my cock attached) for encouragement, I started fucking again.
We went on like that for just a few minutes. I was really building up a load of steam and she was moaning with her head on the floor. Her tits were pressed against the carpet and her back arched to meet my cock. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back into each of my thrusts and groaned.
Mary Jane said, "Here comes the best part. I'm amazed you've lasted this long. Usually I've cum at least twice by the time we get here." I knew from the times she paused to shiver and grip my cock extra-tight that she had had a few mini-orgasms along the way. "Watch this... this is amazing..." she slowed her thrusts back at me and just stared with awe at the TV.
The man said something unintelligible to the woman and she immediately got up from the desk and kneeled before him. I had an idea what was coming, but I just wasn't prepared for the sheer magnitude of cum that leapt out of the guys cock and coated the starlet's face. She opened her eyes wide and had enough time to say "Cum on my face baby... give me your cum all over my face" while he stroked his angry red cock before the first volley hit her.
By the time it was over, the woman was dripping. She was licking up his cum from her hands and sucking the last of it out of his cock. This was the source of her inspiration. "Wow." I said, still sliding in and out of her.
"Yummy. Let's see that again. Are you ready to blast my face at the same time he does hers?" She grabbed the remote and rewound. I was so amazed at the intense facial I had just witness that I was literally ready to explode.
"You better get your face over here quick or you're going to be cleaning my cum out of the carpet if you want it." I was so close.
She started the movie again just as the woman was begging the man "... cum all over my face!" Mary Jane joined in "give me that spunk! Let me bathe in your sperm! I know you have a big load in there I could feel it in your balls as I fucked you. Now give it to me."
That was more than enough convincing for me at that point. I watched the tape and tried to mimic the porn stud's moves as he sprayed his juice. My orgasm was intense and I could feel my balls contract. I sprayed my cum out onto Mary Jane's lips and cheeks with the first spurt, and then directed it to hit right between her eyes. I pumped my cock some more like he was on the video, and I found that it helped to build up pressure behind my next spurt. It hit her above the left eye and tracked back across her face to her right cheek. I was still going strong. The next shot needed to go into her open mouth, so I aimed and hit on the first try. After that the guy was shooting a few more across her nose and eyes. I let the explosion keep rolling and she grinned as the cum landed across her eyelids.
"Yes baby! More More More! Gimme All your CUM!!" she was screaming just like the porn star, only Mary Jane was much hotter and much more real.
"Come and suck it out of me Mary Jane." I deviated from the script a little, but I wanted to get my cock back into her mouth before this was over. Her eyes opened and she gobbled up my cock like she had been thinking the same thing. Her sucking was intense and my cock was almost too sensitive. When I was done cumming for good, I leaned back and sat on the couch. I hit the pause button as the woman's cum-covered face filled the screen, a big smile on her face.
"Mary Jane, I think we did a good job. You look just like that woman."
She spun around, and then went to look in the mirror. I heard a gasp and then "Oh my god! It's so sexy! You have the most amazing cock and the best cumshots ever!" She ran back in and hopped down next to me. She brought her face close to mine and asked "How do I look? Am I sexier than her?" she gestured at the screen.
"Sexier than whom? Compared to you that woman is totally worthless and without sexuality." The cum was starting to drain down her face. "I wish I could take a picture to keep this image with me at all times. I guess we'll have to keep refreshing it so I don't forget."
She grinned and got up. "Stay right there. I'll be right back". In a minute she returned with a Polaroid camera. She knelt down between my legs and grabbed my cock. "Go ahead. Take the picture. You can have something to remember the best facial cumshot in the history of the world!" I snapped two pictures back to back, and gave one to her and kept one for myself.
"Mary Jane... I am the luckiest man alive. Please tell me I'm the only one that gets to experience this with you."
"Remember, despite what you might have heard, I'm not that kind of girl. This body and face and mouth and these tits and everything else are 100% all yours to do with as you wish. All you have to do is say the word and its yours."
I was too worn out to ask for anything that time. But I could imagine all the sexual pleasures this girl could hand out. My mind was racing, but my cock wasn't going to rise anymore that day. "I think we'll have to wait on that. I don't think my dick is ready for more just yet. Maybe we should get cleaned up and go catch a movie... a regular movie."
"Sure thing, lover. I'll go wash up and get dressed. Can you bring the videos back to my room?"
We headed out the door to a movie. I spent the entire film kneading her tits under her shirt. I tweaked her nipples during the loud parts so no one could hear her gasp. Every now and then we looked at each other, smiled and shared a deep kiss. We were the usual 18-year old lovers, but we also were sharing visions of Mary Jane's face dripping with my cum. She leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear "I love your cock."
I dropped her off at her house after she sucked me off again in the car. She swallowed my load and thanked me for the evening. I was going to tell her about the little bit of cum she had spilled onto her chin, but I let her walk away. I figured she was running so hot and horny, she'd see it in the mirror when she got in and orgasm on the spot.
I was right. | literotica |
Contracts for growth supplements had gone up so quickly in the previous year that the factory seemed to be running on overclock from dawn to dusk, something that terribly frightened anyone who actually knew how fragile the machinery involved in the process actually was. One of them in particular, a senior safety technician by the name of Robert, had spent the better part of the past three or so months desperately trying to convince management that the production schedules were placing far too much strain on the synthesizers, not to mention the simple fact that the storage vats hadn’t been properly deep-cleaned in so long that if anyone bothered to come perform a basic safety check, the whole factory complex would be immediately shut down.
Much to the bun’s dismay, however, his concerns fell on deaf ears, or at least on ears too busy hearing about record profits to really care about the fact that their golden goose was running on fumes and about to choke on its own sweat from how overworked it was. Still, every day Robert walked into the factory he was assigned to keep check of, and every day he clocked in he spent several hours rushing from place to place, reassuring those who worked there that he was trying their best to slow down the production line, or at least manage to find some space in which to conduct some much-needed maintenance.
It was… difficult; with the sudden surge in popularity of growth-inducing compounds, courtesy of a genetic research conglomerate having finally cracked the code on how to create a drinkable solution that yielded almost immediate results, people around the planet were waking up to the possibilities that came with having a literal growth potion. They could give their bodies the shape they had always wanted, they could turn it up and go even more excessive, they could indulge in fantasies that were once thought impossible, and all for (relatively) affordable prices. The cost, however, was that the handful of facilities that could produce the compounds themselves were constantly overworked, never given any time to rest, and governed almost exclusively by Boards of Directors who couldn’t really care less about such thing as “the machines are ready to burst” or “the amount of contaminants in the vats are going to ruin the product and make it not work as advertised”.
So long as the numbers kept rolling in, and the amount of complaints was kept to an acceptable minimum, the shareholders were happy, and if they were happy, then the owners and executives were as well, leaving the folks on the ground-level terrified of an accident they knew was going to happen at one point or another. It was a matter of time, and one that, whenever it did take place, wouldn’t just stop at a small spill or a machine simply refusing to work; with the compounded faults and cracks in the system, whenever any one thing finally got pushed too far and snapped, everything else would tumble down along with it, bringing not just the entire assembly line to a complete halt, but the entire factory alongside it… and, given what sort of materials were being handled there, most likely everything else around it as well.
There weren’t a lot of people working the mostly-automated machinery, but there were a few left, and all it really took was one getting hit by the raw growth-inducing substance for things to get out of line. And really, Robert had no idea why the damned thing was as popular as it was; personally, he never once had thought about making himself larger than he already was, being perfectly content with a body that was, in all respects, entirely average. He failed to see the appeal in having an ass wide enough to get blocked in doors or a bust so large that one couldn’t even move straight without having to anchor themselves to the nearest wall; it felt like more of a hassle than anything else, so much so that he’d gone out of his way to refuse any potential “free samples” that might’ve been pushed his way as a “bonus” for such a job well done, even if said job was mostly ignored by the same people giving him what amounted to little more than a bribe to keep him nice and quiet.
Still, the bun held out hope that maybe, at some point in the near future, he could convince his supervisors to shut down the production line so it could be given a full maintenance overhaul… even if he wasn’t quite convinced that would ever happen. In the meantime, he carried on doing what he was supposed to be doing: logging incident reports, making sure that things were running as smoothly as they possibly could (given the circumstances), and occasionally panicking whenever something looked to be close to a breaking point. It was during one of those moments that Robert found himself staring up at what could very well be the end of the line for the factory: one of the line workers had called in to his office to let him know one of the storage vats was making a “weird noise”, and upon reaching the location in question, a quick scan revealed that the massive metallic container was not only bent outwards near the base, but the sounds coming from within sounded oddly like cavitation, despite the fact that there really shouldn’t be any anomalous air bubble formation taking place within them; they weren’t pressurized, and the rest of the machinery was working fine… unless it wasn’t, and the actual problem wasn’t with the vat, it was with one of the fluid pipes, or, heavens forfend, the synthesizers producing the growth compound being pumped in.
Quickly, Robert issued a series of orders to the shift on-call at that hour, splitting the various sections of the assembly line between them in order to identify any potential flaw as quickly as they could; in his mind, the bun saw it as an opportunity of sorts: if they could positively identity an actual issue, something that endangered the production schedule in a more immediate sense, right before it actually triggered a disaster, then he would have the authority to unilaterally mandate a complete shutdown. All he could hope was that the rest of the workforce could find where said issue actually was before it compounded itself too much for them to do anything about it, while he stood there staring at a vat that looked about ready to pop open whenever he blinked or looked away.
The noises coming from within became louder and louder with every passing minute, and despite everyone’s best efforts, nothing seemed to have gone wrong elsewhere: the pipes were pumping their contents properly, the synthesizers were working perfectly well, if dangerously close to critical heat levels, and even the valves seemed to be entirely within regular parameters… which just didn’t add up. Something had to be causing undue pressure inside the vat, something had to be pumping in deficiently in order to create air bubbles to produce the noises they were hearing; unless of course there was actually something alive in there bumping against the sides of the vat itself, which was positively ludicrous as far as Robert was concerned.
Sadly, he wouldn’t get to consider much else for much longer; no sooner had he turned around to try and block the noises somewhat, so he could radio in with one of the few workers he hadn’t called yet, than he heard something that made his spine freeze and his entire body lock up: metal grinding. It sounded like a great beast had begun squeezing the outer skin of the vat, a noise that heralded the complete and total structural failure of the storage container, as its contents had finally found a flaw they could exploit. Within moments, the whole thing would crack open along some fault line that Robert had failed to see (or that outwards bulge that he believed wouldn’t actually pop so soon), and from there, the whole facility would be drowned in the growth compound.
That singular moment before everything came crashing down felt like it was stretched out for hours; Robert could tell that he was moving, that his brain was telling his arms and legs to get the hell out of dodge so he could pull on the nearest emergency shutdown switch, but at the same time, it also felt as if he was moving through thick syrup… either that, or his muscles refused to accept any input, keeping him firmly locked in place until something forced him out of it. As something would, when the holding vat, at long last, finally broke open, the deep violet fluids within spilling forth into the outside world, and, just a second later, smashing straight into him with enough force to knock all the air from inside the bun’s lungs.
He narrowly avoided blacking out, even though he still ended up tumbling several feet backwards in the flood, slamming his back against a flat piece of metal… right before going straight through it like it was made out of wet tissue paper. The significance of this seemingly irrelevant detail didn’t hit him until he was done with being carried away in the tidal wave, not until the bun tried to get back on his feet and found his center of balance was markedly different from before. He initially tried to pass it off as just him being shaken up, which was understandable given that he had just been hit in the everything by a wave of a fluid thick enough to cling to him like melted plastic; it was only when he opened his eyes and began taking in his surroundings, ostensibly as a means of ascertaining how much damage had been done, that Robert was forced to confront himself with the very simple truth: he wasn’t confused, he was bigger.
It hit him about as hard as the growth agent did, doubly so when he remembered he was still covered in the damned thing and thus would carry on growing outwards for as long as he didn’t rinse the substance off; it was unprocessed as well, far more potent than it would be after passing through multiple different dilution chambers, and more than capable of affecting people even through simple contact, rather than needing to be ingested. The bun, however, was thinking of precisely none of this; rather, he tripped over himself in his rush to get back to the holding vat, skidding along the floor as he attempted to stop the flow from taking over the rest of the facility. The container itself might have been broken open, but the rest of the assembly line was still functioning somehow, which of course meant even more growth agent being produced, which meant even more of a leakage than before.
It also didn’t help that their particular section of the factory was the one used to produce the “multi-purpose” variant of the growth agent; while Robert could only thank his lucky stars that he hadn’t been hit with the breast-enhancing variety, or the one meant to make his package even larger, or, heavens above forbid him even thinking such a thing, the variant that worked on both of those things, the fact was, he was still covered in a thick gunk that was designed from the ground up to make him larger overall… and that was a bit of a problem considering how cramped the factory space itself was.
He could certainly try and avoid the catwalks, the stacked crates, the occasional wiring or even the machinery, but with his body growing bigger by the second, and the constant leakage from the holding vat making it exceedingly difficult to keep his footing, there was only so much the bun could do that wouldn’t inevitably lead to him needing to grab onto something to avoid falling over; this, of course, only meant further destruction, as Robert had yet to figure out how to properly control his newfound strength, which itself led to even further skidding along, further loss of balance, and before he knew, the former safety technician was stumbling his way around the entire assembly line, just inches away from collapsing on the whole thing.
Even worse, the bigger he grew, the more uncoordinated his movements became; he may very well have kept his overall body structure, but the bun was not prepared to have a body so large that he genuinely had to worry about bumping the top of his head against the ceiling three storeys above ground floor while still needing to avoid swinging his arms around too much, lest he smash apart the catwalks that were somehow below him despite him still feeling his feet firmly planted on the floor. It was confusing and overwhelming, too much for the bun to really process at any given time, hence why he inevitably tripped over himself and promptly fell onto a large section of the chemical synthesizer arrays… which just so happened to be the same ones producing the exact compound responsible for that mess in the first place.
The last thing that went through Robert’s mind when he felt his back flattening several hundred thousand dollars’ worth of electronic components was that, at the very least, he had fixed the issue of additional leakage; the least, because the synthesizers’ buffers were enough to hold a substantial amount of the growth agent as well, and falling on top of them was the effective equivalent of smashing open a bottle on top of his head and letting its contents wash over him. It was an odd mixture of relief and anxiety, in that Robert knew that it was out of his hands, yet couldn’t avoid wanting to panic at the thought that he was about to burst free from the confines of the factory because of an industrial accident that he had spent months warning management was about to happen any day now. He knew he’d get blamed for it at some point, and that should worry him… but, at the same time, he was growing so much that he could feel a frankly ludicrous amount of the factory floor underneath him, along with what he assumed was the sensation of him growing all over it: the bun could sense the floor itself “dragging” underneath him, even if it was less chafing than it should be thanks to all the spilled growth juice, and it took him a short while before he corrected himself, as the floor wasn’t moving, he was growing over large portions of it!
Honestly, the more it happened, and the more the panic washed away from him thanks to Robert embracing the inevitable, the more the came to understand what it was people liked about growing that big to begin with; though there was still a small part of him that wanted to pretend like he wasn’t enjoying it, the same part that had once balked at the mere notion of ever growing larger, he couldn’t deny that what he was feeling at that point was, without a doubt, rapturous bliss just waiting to burst forth and wash over him with as much force as the initial spill had. He might try to deny it, might try to come up with rationalizations for why he was feeling the way that he was: it was just the growth compound, it stimulated one’s nerve endings, it was a rare side-effect, anything really to help stave off the realization that, deep down, he was just really, really horny thanks to the sudden growth spurt, and was having his doubts stamped into dust in the most direct way possible.
Of course, this couldn’t be the case; he was the responsible one, the one in charge of making sure everyone else did their job right. It couldn’t be that he had lost himself to the pleasure of growth, it had to be something else entirely. It couldn’t be that he simply enjoyed the sensation of becoming larger and larger with every passing second, feeling as his body took up every available inch of empty space, seeing as everything around him seemed to shrink away no matter how hard he half-heartedly moaned that he didn’t want to be any bigger. Of course not, it had to be because of the growth compound… which, obviously, called for some experimenting; he had to be sure, after all, he had to know that what he was feeling was coming from the spilled solution and not from anything else, and thus the best way of doing so was to simply apply even more of it onto himself!
It made perfect sense as far as the bun could think of it, plus it meant that he got to enj-or rather, personally test the results of overexposure to the product, which was certainly something worth doing, surely, at some point, maybe. It became harder to think the longer things went on, the more of the delicious growth juice was smeared over his burgeoning form, the more his body took up space inside the increasingly-ruined factory, the more he heard and felt as everything crashed around him, the closer he came to the warm outdoors. Robert knew, on some level, that what he was doing was catastrophic, enough so that it bordered on the downright indefensible; it was one thing for him to be accidentally overexposed to growth agent, another for him to go on a rampage in his quest to find more of it to slather himself with. Somehow, however, he couldn’t bring himself to care; he’d been telling management about the risk for this for so long that, really, he couldn’t help but think that they deserved what they were getting.
He was their comeuppance. He was proof positive that everything he’d been telling them was entirely correct.
And he was going to enjoy every second of it while it lasted. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Bedroom Windows Ch. 04
Tags: wondered back, jennifer closed, table jennifer, care center, pile money, tits jen, young jennifer, tits jennifer, home jennifer, moment jennifer
Lou Davis sat silently behind his desk. Through his door he watched young Jennifer Bracken walk into the office, gingerly set her purse down on her desk and give a smiling hello to one of her co-workers. Lou’s eyes moved from her face down to her body. It was only last Friday when he had peeled the panties off of the very drunken beauty. He could still taste the sweetness of her pussy and its tightness as his large black cock had slipped inside.
He was actually surprised that she came to work. He figured by this time she would have quit out of embarrassment or had the cops arrest him. What he really hoped for was that she didn't remember a thing. He knew he had stupidly gone too far and put everything at risk for a little white pussy. He could only hope.
That hope, along with his raging hard-on seemed dashed a moment later when Jennifer stepped into his office, shut the door, looked him in the eye and said sternly "I need to talk to you, now."
Jennifer knew she had him. The look on his face told her he was already preparing mental excuses for what happened. She knew he wouldn't need them though.
She walked up to his desk. "I need you to promise me that you'll never let me drink that much again. I was up most of the night getting sick and only this morning do I feel even remotely like myself again." She smiled at him genuinely. "and if you ever buy me another shot I'll kick your ass."
Lou seemed to be in shock. He was barely able to respond when she thanked him for getting her home safe and made him promise to stop her from drinking next time. Lou sighed silent relief as she headed out of his office. As she walked back to her desk his eyes instinctively focused on her ass and wondered if any of his huge load was still inside her sweet little body. His hard-on returned as well as a big smile.
Jennifer sat at her desk trembling from excitement. She knew Lou thought he was busted and now he was realizing he had fucked her without her ever knowing. Perhaps even now he was planning on how to get her again. She loved that thought.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a disturbing phone call. Her mother. Dad was back in the hospital again and she would have to go out to Minnesota and help out. She called Mark at work and gave him the news. He said he would make flight arrangements for her. Lou was more than kind in giving her extended leave time on condition that he would get to take her out to lunch upon her return.
Mark. He had come home un-expectantly on Saturday even before she went to pick up Pop. So much for Pop's lucky night, for now anyway. She was surprised how disappointed she was on his early return and even more disappointed when Mark fucked her that night. It was so plain, so regular, so taken for granted. It was only when she recalled the image in the glass of Lou pumping away at her did she orgasm.
Minneapolis, a town where she grew up and knew well. She hadn't lived there since at 18 she and Mark moved away together. It always felt weird to be back.
She arrived late and when her mom picked her up at the airport they drove straight to the care center. They drove through some of the seedier parts of town and Jennifer stared out the window at the blinking lights of Minneapolis nightlife, mostly bars and strip joints. One extra glitzy strip joint's marquee had 'Amateur Week' blinking boldly. She wondered what it would be like to show complete strangers her body. A sexual shiver rushed through her body. She knew she would have to find out.
After spending several hours at the hospital, Jennifer and her mother drove home. Jennifer would have fallen straight to sleep if not for the wetness between her legs. Her fingers worked her clit as she imagined strange men slipping dollar bills into her g-string as they gawked at her creamy white tits with dirty dirty thoughts on their minds. Her body shook as she came and she bit her lip to avoid moaning out loud.
The next morning they headed back to see her dad. He had collapsed a few days ago and bruised his hips but would be able to go home in a week or two. In last nights drive Jennifer hadn't noticed that the care center was on the outskirts of the University of Minnesota campus.
Her Mom spoke up, "I'll show you where the bus let's off so you can stop by tonight. It will be a great relief to get back to work while you sit with dad." Her work consisted of bringing meals to the elderly and visiting the lonely until early evening and was glad to help.
After their visit they stopped by the mall for lunch. Since her mom just wanted to look at the latest purses they split up for a few. Shortly thereafter Jennifer found herself inside Frederick’s Lingerie. Thinking of the strip club she picked out a few outfits for fun, even trying one on, a black g-string with a semi see through top and a long black silk robe. She imagined the eyes watching. A few minutes later she walked out of the store with her new outfit along with a few pairs of sexy panties.
A few hours later Jennifer was standing naked in front of the mirror. She had just shaved her pussy bare except for a tiny triangle of soft blonde hair just above her slit. Again she wondered if men would really like her body. She felt her boobs and knew men liked them bigger but at a B-cup they were still nice and firm. She wasn't sure she had the courage to go up and dance in front of strangers, but would find out when and if the time came.
Derrick Wilson spotted her getting off the bus. He had just sat down on the grass after throwing the football with his frat mates. He watched the pre-occupied beauty walk slowly up the street looking around as though she was lost. A few seconds later he was walking next to her.
“You look a bit lost,” he said in an engaging tone.
Jennifer looked up at the handsome young man and smiled. Even though she knew where the care center was, she liked his attention and let him direct her to the front door.
“Dude, what are you doing?” blurted his friend to him a few minutes after Jennifer had disappeared inside the building.
“Gonna bag me a soccer mom my man.” He high-fived his buddy.
“But ain’t she married?”
“Married with two kiddies at home…five hundered miles from here. She’s all alone and in need to be Derricked”.
“oh yeah?”
“Twenty bucks says I have her panties pinned up on the board within a week.” He gloated.
“I’d like to see you win that bet.”
It was dark when Jennifer emerged from the care center. She gave Mark a quick call on her cell phone and gave him an update and that she was heading straight home to bed. She hung up and stared down the street to where the bus stop was. After a moment and a sigh she headed towards the stop. She clutched her large handbag that still contained her new outfit. As she approached the stop a taxi came into view. Without thinking her hand went up and the cab pulled over. A moment later she was headed to the other side of town. For a minute she thought about Derrick. She wasn’t sure why she lied about having kids to him but when he asked if she was a soccer mommy she couldn’t resist.
Slightly embarrassed Jennifer had the cabby drop her off a block away from the strip club. She entered the club trembling.
"12 dollar cover includes one drink" a young man blurted as he had said so many times before. Jennifer started to open her purse. The man reconsidered. "Or are you here to dance?" Jen nodded her head. The man looked her up and down quickly and then smiled. "Cool, you go this way." He hopped up and opened a different door. "Just go down this hall and through that door, they'll get you set up."
She slowly walked down the hall and entered a large room. Several young girls were sitting around smoking. A large woman came over to Jennifer with a clipboard. "Hi, I’m Roberta. You here for amateur night?" Jen nodded again.
"First name?"
"Jennifer"
"Stage Name?"
Jennifer thought for a moment. The best she could come up with was Lacey.
"Topless only, House gets fifty percent. You'll be on in twenty minutes along with Destiny over there."
Destiny gave her a smile and showed her to a seat next to her. She quickly pegged Jennifer as a newbie and Jen gave her the quick low-down on needing money in a hurry which Destiny immediately sympathized with her and introduced her to the other girls. Jennifer let her put her hair in pigtails and they all agreed it made her look much younger. After a bit of lipstick and tons of eyeliner Jennifer was ready as she ever could be.
Walter Jennings had already been in the club for a few hours nursing drinks and watching the regular titties dance by. He had thought about leaving until the announcer introduced the first amateur lady of the night. He watched Jennifer stumble out and his first thought was how stupid a name was Lacey for a girl wearing satin. He laughed to himself.
Jennifer was grateful that two other girls were dancing at the same time as having all eyes on her would have been too much. As it was, it took nearly ten minutes for her to lose her robe. A table full of businessmen finally persuaded her to step off the stage on to their table to dance. With only minutes left in her set and then men chanting “We want tits! We want tits!” did she finally unclasp her bra. Closing her eyes, she let it fall to the table amidst their cheers.
Walter watched the happenings with interest and a smile. The new girl had a nice body and a cute pert set of tits. He would need to get a closer look at them the next time she came out. But by the frightened look in her eye he wondered if she would be back.
Jennifer wondered as well. Back in the dressing room she sat with a frightened puppy look in her eyes. She wasn’t turned on at all. Perhaps this wasn’t what she thought it would be. Destiny sat down and handed her a rum and coke. They talked for a bit and Jennifer relaxed as the alcohol hit her system. Twenty minutes and a second drink gave her enough courage to give it another try.
Back on stage again, Jennifer was more prepared. She made her way from table to table enjoying the way the men looked at her and they way they eagerly slipped dollar bills into her g-string. At least two older men told her that they were in love with her. Another made her blush with his wish of gripping her ponytails like a motorcycle handlebar while she wrapped her lips around his cock.
Walter watched with anticipation. The young blonde was making her way to his table and she was looking better with every step she got closer. She also began to look more and more familiar. By the time she was on his table he swore he knew her, her eyes, her smile. He watched her short dance, marveling at her cute body and puffy nipples. After another moment the song ended and she took his dollars, thanked him and got off the table. Her voice rung a note in his head. Walter was pretty damn sure he knew who she was. And if this was the case it was an age old dream come true.
A few minutes later handed Roberta a bill and asked if Lacey’s name wouldn’t happen to be Jennifer.
“Oh yeah, Nice girl, dire straits, needs the money bad.”
When Jennifer got back to the dressing room she was much happier this time. She had done what she had wanted to do although the thrill wasn’t at all what she had hoped. She figured to grab a cab and head out.
Destiny came over to her and congratulated her on a great second run but added a warning.
“Stay away from the big bald guy he was eying you up and down. He’s nothing but a big perv and’ll stick his finger right up your snatch if you gave him half a second.”
Jennifer recalled him. “He seemed nice enough to me.”
“Oh, old Walter will screw with your mind if you let him. Hell he was just recently fired for making a pass at one of his students, the old fuck.”
“Students?”
“Yeah, used to be a guidance counselor over at central for years. Bet he perved on all the girls.”
“Huh.” Jen blurted in thought.
“Just stay away from him, k Jen? I gotta run and pick up my kid from his dads. Hope to see again soon. Luck.” She gave Jennifer a kiss on the cheek.
Jennifer watched her leave and sat down again. Now this was something different altogether. Mr. Walter Jennings. Yeah, she remembered him well although back then he had a full head of hair and a beard. It was no wonder she didn’t recognize him with clean shaven, bald headed look. Not to mention the 60 plus pounds he had put on. And yeah, he was a pervert. She could easily remember the few times in his office where his look would always drift downward to her chest. It had always made her feel uncomfortable but also always made her nipples get hard. Just like they were getting right now. Maybe she wouldn’t leave just yet.
As she made her way back to the stage she handed Roberta half the tips. Roberta grabbed her arm lightly.
“Hey, baldy seems to remember you. Give him a good show.”
When Jennifer came out for her third dance she was much more relaxed and at ease due to the alcohol and more than a little excited knowing her old guidance counselor would be ogling her, know exactly whose tits he was looking at. She knew he would want more of a show and she was going to give it to him. It was only a matter of minutes before she was down to her tiny leopard panties. Pretending not to notice Walter and the $5 laying on his table Jennifer made her way off the stage and around to the surrounding tables.
Walter watched and waited. He hoped she wouldn’t recognize him as it would surely freak her out and scare her away.
Jennifer had to make her way to the stage often as her panties were quickly loaded with bills as this time she was a bit more accommodating. She played with them even allowing a man in a suit that dropped a ten for her to place his face between her tits as she squeezed them together. Even the fingers that slide one-dollar bills into her panties felt good but what excited her was that he was watching, watching this innocent ex-cheerleader get dirty.
It was only minutes before her set was over that she stepped her tiny foot onto his table.
"It's about time!" Walter laughingly chided her. About time he got a close up view of her tits and ass he had so long coveted.
Once on the table, Jennifer got on her knees and began to caress her breasts while her hips gyrated slowly to the music. Up close she could see indeed it was Mr. Jennings. He may have looked totally different but those glasses and voice gave him away. He looked into her eyes and then exactly as he had done fourteen years ago let his eyes drop to her chest. Except this time there was no tube top, just her bare breasts for him to enjoy. Her hands slid down her legs and picked the five up off the table. Pulling the waistband of her panties out a few inches she tucked in the $5 and let it snap back. All the while Walter's eyes stared intently at her tits.
Jennifer rolled over and stuck her butt up in the air. When she looked back she slightly shocked that he had his face less than an inch from her ass. She felt him put his hands on her ankles, sending an electric quiver throughout her entire body. She quickly rolled over.
"I don't think you're allowed to do that." Jennifer blurted, sounding almost scared.
"Sorry, it was an, umm, accident" He smiled and threw down another five. "Keep going" He had regained his composure now.
Jennifer gladly started again, this time allowing him to put the five in her waistband. His fingers on her inner thigh again sent waves of pleasure through her body. She squeezed her tits right in front of his face.
Walter leaned in and whispered, "20 bucks, let's see the kootch." He slipped the twenty between her squeezed tits.
If it were anyone else in the bar, she would have left the table. Jennifer looked around. It was dark, loud and the two new dancers had most others attention.
Walter wasn't sure what she would do and was slightly surprised when she kept the twenty and laid back on the table. She put her feet on the table with her knees in the air and spread. Then he watched as the once young Jennifer Walsh, voted sweetheart of the year, slide her finger between her crotch and her panties and slowly pull them to the side exposing herself to him. A perfect slit, with lips seemingly swollen and a small tuft of blonde hair. He could barely think of half the ways he wanted to lick/suck/fuck her before she was off the table, leaving him with only a devilish smile.
Walter quickly made his way to the ATM machine.
Backstage Jennifer was all a quiver. She didn't even care about all the money she had. She took a deep breath and fought off the urge to massage her swollen clit. It was time to go now, head back home to bed where she would rub herself into oblivion. She knew she had made Walters' night, perhaps his week, month or year.
A few minutes later Roberta came over to her. Jennifer held up half the money for her.
"Not yet blondie. Gentleman wants a table dance with you."
"Which man?" As if she didn’t know."
"Large bald guy, curtain number three. You want it or not?"
Jennifer thought for a moment. She had already showed him everything. He wanted to see it again. This could be quite fun teasing him.
"Umm, yeah, sure, I guess"
Jennifer got back up and dressed in her original black satin outfit. She smiled at the thought of poor Walter drooling to see her body again.
Walter knew the rules. No touching. He didn't care. He knew she needed money and had already broken one rule by showing him her cunt for 20 bucks. What would she do for fifty, a hundred, two? He waited quietly on the soft velvet couch. He recalled the day in his office as he and the then 18 year-old Jennifer discuss career choices. He would never forget the white tube top she wore that day and how it hugged those cute little tits of hers. He could make out the shape of her nipples through the material. Oh how he wanted to jump to her chair and just pull down the top and suck on them. He had fucked Jennifer a hundred different ways in his fantasies that year. His thought was interrupted by the curtain being pulled back and a timid looking Jennifer walking in.
Jennifer looked around the small enclosed space. "Hello." she blurted nervously.
"Relax, I'm just trying to help you out, I know you need the money."
Jennifer looked at him sharply.
Walter grinned, "One of the girls mentioned it. I can tell you've never done anything like this before."
Jennifer looked down in false embarrassment. "Last resorts suck."
It was exactly what Walter wanted to hear. "Well, we'll see what we can do." he encouraged. "Just have some fun and dance for me for a few, I'll help you along." He knew she must be in some deep shit to have to resort to nude dancing, but he really didn't care a lick about her problems, he just wanted to get his hands on her tits. Nothing in the world like a fantasy coming to reality.
"You're very kind..."
"William, my name is William."
Jennifer perked up, "Well okay William"
Just then the music started. She took off her robe and tossed it on the couch. Walter tossed down a twenty. She began dancing for him.
"Now, off with the top" he said as he threw down ten. Jennifer closed her eyes as she undid the hooks behind her back and removed the bra. With one hand she tossed the bra on the couch while the other instinctively covered her breasts. Walter softly grabbed her elbow and pulled her arm from her chest. He let go when she obliged. At that moment he noticed the slim white band on her tanned finger. Poor little housewife out to save her pitiful hubby who at this moment had no idea how far she was going to help him. It would be farther than she would ever expect.
"Sorry, nerves" she said with a soft smile.
She continued to dance as seductively as she could. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen yet.
Walter tossed out another twenty. “Come closer, let me get a better look at your tits.”
Jen moved closer, she rubbed and squeezed her tits only inches from his face.
Another twenty. “Now squash them around my face like you did the other gentleman earlier.”
Before she had a chance to move she was looking down at his bald head that was now pressed between her breasts. She felt his hands on her thighs.
“William?” she stuttered.
William sat back and lied. “It’s okay, rules are more relaxed back here.” He took two twenties from his pocket and set them on the table. “Now why don’t you turn around, sit on my legs and give me a real lapdance.”
Jennifer was mesmerized as his hands slowly turned her around and pulled her down on his leg.
“Now just grind into my leg like you were fucking it.” Walters voice had become much more stern. He knew he was in control of this naïve young woman and now entertained dirty thoughts than just pawing at her tits.
Jen was stunned at his order, but followed directions, staring at the growing pile of money on the table. Despite her nervousness she was still quite wet and it felt heavenly to grind on his leg.
She felt his hands on her waist slowly begin to slide up her body. Her hands covered her breasts but his strong hands forced their way under them and began to squeeze and knead her tits.
“That’s a good girl. You listen good.” After all these years he finally got his hands on those creamy white pert little beauties. Yes, her body had held up well. A few more years and it would be too late, but for now she was still quite ripe.
Jennifer continued to grind herself into his leg. His large sweaty hands were now massaging and pinching her nipples hard. She began feeling uncomfortable and for the first time wished she could leave. She knew he wouldn’t let her.
She felt his hands slid from her breasts and down over her belly. One hand disappeared and she felt him slide two more twenties into her hand.
“Put these on the table.”
She obeyed. As she dropped the two on the table he took her hand and guided it downwards. Suddenly she felt her finger wrapping around his short but fat cock.
“William no.” She softly protested even she allowed him to move her hand up and down on his shaft.
“Just look at the money. Keep going and there will be more, stop and it’s gone.”
When he felt Jennifer’s tiny hand begin to rub his cock on her own he allowed his hands to return to her body, one to her breasts, the other wrapping around her waist and over her pantied crotch. He wasn’t surprised when her legs spread slightly giving him better access. He could feel her wetness seeping through her panties already. Poor repressed housewife is gonna have one sterling confession this Sunday.
“Bend over so I can get a better look at this ass.” he ordered.
Jennifer felt him push her off his leg and she leaned over the table, staring down at the pile of money. His clammy hands were all over her ass and thighs. Suddenly a fifty dollar bill appeared in front of her eyes.
“Read the fine print on that for a few minutes.”
Walter knew she would be quiet as he pulled the silky black material of her panties to the side, revealing her wet slit to him once again. When his finger touched the lips of her pussy, he felt her jump slightly as she took a quick breath. He thought he heard her whine.
“That’s a good girl, don’t move.” He whispered as his fingers spread her lips. He placed his thumb over her clit and began massaging it.
Jennifer closed her eyes and swooned as his thumb worked her. Her hips seemingly moved on their own as his thumb dipped deeper and deeper inside. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, she should go. She fought the urge to orgasm. She was so wet she could hear his finger slipping in and out of her. A hundred dollar bill suddenly appeared.
“And now for the coup de grace my wet little student.”
Jennifer felt his grip tighten on her hips and begin to pull her down on him. In an instant she felt his fat cock slip inside her.
“Oh god, William, No” she blurted.
William put his hand over her mouth tightly. “SHhhhh…”
With one hand covering her muffled cries of protest and the other going from breast to breast he pumped his cock into her. Jennifer was 18 again, they were in his office on his chair. Her tube top was pulled down and he was fucking her. He was going to cum inside sweet little Jenny Walsh at last.
Suddenly Jennifer felt him pull her down hard and hold her still. His cock spasmed and she could feel the jets of cum emptying inside her.
For a minute her held her still on top of him until he was at last spent. He then pushed her off of him and she fell to her knees on the floor, her face hidden in shame. He got up, zipped his pants and turned to her.
“Thanks for the dance. Let’s do it again tomorrow, huh?” He said crudely and reached for the pile money. He laughed knowing the look on her face when she found out she was just fondled, probed and fucked for a one dollar bill. Another moment he was gone.
Jennifer left without even touching the money. In the cab home she struggled with what had just happened. She had to stop, it was getting out of control. It would stop.
Later that night in bed Jennifer had her most power orgasm ever as she recalled how Mr. Walter Jennings had forced himself inside her and how he squeezed her so tightly when he came. How happy he must have been knowing he had just raped his ex-student for a buck. She could feel his cum that was still in her.
Although she wouldn’t return to the strip club Jennifer continued to enjoy teasing Derrick each day. She didn’t question why he was always there near the stop when she arrived and shrugged off his flirtations as though she was too naïve to realize he wanted to be more than a friend. She knew how easy it would be to let him fuck her, but she wanted him to feel luckier it as though he had somehow managed to seduce a faithful soccer mom. She loved that term.
Each day she played him better and better, including the day she cried about missing her family.
Derrick was becoming more and more resigned to the fact that he was NOT going to bag a soccer mom. Jennifer was too faithful and showed zero indication that she was interested in him. He had one last hope. If somehow he could manage to get her to come to Friday’s usual frat party he could use a bit of liquor to ‘loosen her up’. Well, perhaps a lot of liquor.
He was even more surprised that on Friday afternoon Jennifer took him up on his offer. A cold beer sounded great after a long stressful week and that after her visit she would meet him.
Jennifer was already prepared, as she carried no purse, just the money in her jeans.
A nervous Jennifer made Derrick wait until 11pm before she emerged from the center. Derrick was once again as engaging as ever and made her feel right at home back at the house. With her hair in a ponytail she felt that she didn’t look too much older than the kids there and she was glad when no one except Derrick and his roomie paid much attention to her.
After two beers she already felt a buzz coming on. She wanted to stay in control of the situation so she rejected their offer for a third but did accept a cup of very weak tasting punch. Someone said ‘Smile!” and a bright flash followed as someone took a Polaroid of her.
She had no idea that it was made with grain alcohol. It wasn’t until about four cups and an hour later that hit seemed to hit her all at once. Suddenly she could barely stand.
Derrick was now leading her somewhere down the hall.
Once in his room Derrick shut the door and began to kiss her. Jennifer returned his kiss and was now more than ready to let him have her. Of course she still managed a few “Why are you doing this to me?” and “But I’m married, my husband…” as his strong hands roamed her body and he kissed and bit her neck.
Reluctantly she allowed him to remove her shirt and slide his hand under her bra, impressed with how quickly he managed to unclasp it. When he began sucking on her tits, Jennifer closed her eyes and put her head back to the wall. His rhythmic sucking as though he was a baby nursing drove her wild.
Then she felt him push her downward to her knees. When he pulled his cock out of his pants she marveled at it for only a moment before wrapping her lips around it.
Derrick smiled. He actually almost felt bad that this faithful wife was suddenly on her knees sucking cock and about to be pounded. By the way she was sucking he knew she needed it though, all cute wives and moms should slip off to a college campus and get fucked every so often.
He gripped her ponytail and forced her to suck faster. He would have cum already himself if it weren’t for all the beer, which was fine because he wanted to fuck her good and hard now.
Shortly with a few words of encouragement he led Jennifer to the bed. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. The leopard panties were too much though. He watched them drop to the floor. He laid her back on the bed as he took his own clothes off. His eyes never left her pussy. He could almost taste it. And then he did taste it.
Jennifer just let it all happen. In just a few moments she was cumming on his face and again as soon as his cock entered her.
Derrick took his time though, enjoying fucking her in many positions, lastly being doggy style. The way her ass shook when he slapped into her, the grip of her cunt, the sound of her muffled grunts when he shoved it in deep was too much. He gripped her hips and trust in deep. His cum flooded into her.
Derrick climbed off of her and Jennifer watched his naked butt as he wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Closing her eyes she laid her head back and let the mix of sex and alcohol course through her body. It had felt like heaven wrapping her legs around the young stallion as he pounded his ever hard cock into her. She began to drift off.
Jennifer came back as she felt Derrick climb back on the bed and spread her legs. When she opened her eyes she was shocked.
It wasn’t Derrick that was poised above her, it was his roommate Eric. But before she could even say a word his cock was in her and he began fucking her furiously. Her protests quickly abated as the room began to spin. She was barely aware when he climbed off of her and another young man took his place, and then another.
At one point she opened her eyes when someone was kneeling next to her head. He had turned her head towards him and jammed his cock in her mouth. At the same time someone had lifted her legs onto their shoulders and began fucking her.
Jennifer briefly became aware that there were many people in the room laughing and cheering. She never noticed Derrick standing next to the bed with his video camera capturing all the action. Another moment later she heard a loud grunt and her mouth was flooded with a hot load of cum. She pulled her head back and his next wave of cum sprayed over her face. Another cheer and chants for ‘Turk!’ soon followed.
She would be barely aware of the parade of cocks that fucked her every which way, although she would remember how Turk had flipped her over on her belly and raped her ass. Although raped was hardly the word as she remembered the painful pleasure it had given her.
At about 3 am she woke, feeling sick. She grabbed a nearby tee shirt and sweatpants, put them on and ran for the bathroom. When she got back to the room she was unable to find her clothes and decided to get out of there. She never noticed her panties pinned to the bulletin board below her picture where they would remain for the rest of the year. As quickly and quietly as she could she left, eventually hailing a cab which she would have to pay when she got home.
Jennifer slept most of the next day and only awoke when her mom came home from the center with her father. She sat in bed for quite awhile trying to recall all what had happened and was soon to remember why her pussy was so sore right now. Once again a rush of mixed feelings filled her.
When she went to the bathroom and took off the unfamiliar shirt she was shocked by what she saw in the mirror. Aside from the cum that was matted in her hair and crusted on her body there was something else. All over her body, in black marker, were the names of the boys who had fucked her. On her breasts, stomach, thighs and pussy were more than thirty names. She stared at herself for a long time. What would Mark think if he knew his loving wife had just been gang-banged in a fraternity house.
Once in the shower, Jennifer was careful to not clean off the names. She wouldn’t be flying home until tomorrow and she wanted to feel the names on her for awhile. Despite the soreness of her pussy, Jennifer rubbed herself to an intense orgasm as various of bits and pieces of last night came back to her.
Later that evening she marveled on how satisfied she was now with her sexual exploration. She just wanted to be safe at home again and leave this slut behind. Perhaps now she could go back and once again be Mark’s wife.
And perhaps not…. | literotica |
Title: The Trensetters 3 Pt 3 by Professor Bob
Tags: Dragon, Drama
"You're all not done yet", Ron announced with an excited smirk, hopping off the couch and walking briskly down the hallway to his room. They didn't quite understand, but Julia did, and smirked herself once he arrived back in a moment with a big smile and a just as big bag. He took his seat and placed the bag beside him. "Thought I'd not get anything for my family?", he said in a happy and teasing way.
"Ron you shouldn't have", Gina laughed, knowing this was an incredibly kind surprise.
"This is one of the reasons I'm busting my tail at my parent's place, and believe me, it's worth it", Ron smiled back, reaching a paw into the bag and grabbing one of the presents. "Ah, this one is...Gina's", he said as he took it out, handing the gift to it's owner. Gina unwrapped it, not even knowing she'd be getting something herself. She popped open a little box and removed it's protected contents, examining it with a slight giggle and a smile. A personally engraved coffee mug, with 'Gina' in big letters going across the shiny white mug. "Check the bottom", Ron said, pointing his finger towards the bottomside of the mug, smiling since he knew she'd appreciate it a lot. Gina flipped it over and read the carved in message out loud.
"Gina Abby Trensetter, the most caring person in the world", she read, feeling like she was going to blush after such a wonderful gesture. "Thank you Ron, I don't know what to say", she said quietly, beaming a happy smile. Ron chuckled and reached into his bag for the next gift.
"Oh, this one is Craig's", he said, passing the gift over the coffee table. Craig opened it, gussing by it's shape what it was, and to his surprise it was a CD he mentioned to Ron a while back that he liked. He couldn't believe he would remember that!
"Thanks man, I'm surprised you remembered about this!", Craig said, letting him know it was cool that he thought of him. With another dig into the bag, Ron pulled out another.
"This one is yours too", he said, handing Craig another, sort of surprised he didn't grab one of Kimberly's. Craig opened this one a bit more curiously, as it came in a box, and liked what he found. A new silver chain for his neck, since the one he owned broke occationally, and this one looked nicer, being newer and all.
"Aww snap, thanks Ron!", Craig said in a happy way, putting it on to test it's length. Ron watched him look it over for a moment, before he reached back into his bag.
"This ones for you Kimberly", he said with a smile, handing it to her. With her child-like curiosity, she unwrapped it carefully, excited and appreciated that Ron did something so nice. She said 'awww' at the cute sight that looked back at her. Ron had gotten her a plushie dragon, somewhat similar to the one that he had kept for fifteen years, except this one was a soft purple and presumably a female. The dragon was soft right down to it's tail and wings, as Kimberly determined after a test cuddle.
"Thank you Ron, you're so nice", Kimberly smiled, adding the kind compliment with the dragon in her arms.
"Still got one more", Ron chuckled, handing her the other present he had gotten for her. Kimberly placed her purple dragon onto her lap and took it into her paws, unwrapping it with the wonder of what this one could be. She pulled it out, and found it to be a particularly nice camera. "I knew how you liked pictures, so I thought you'd like taking them too", he told her while she looked over it's box.
"Wow! Thanks a lot Ron!", she then exclaimed, still surprised he went through this much trouble for them.
"Now, lastly, my Julia", Ron said lightly, reaching both his arms down to the bottom of the bag. He got up off the couch, pulling his arms out of the bag with something cupped within his two paws. Ron turned around with the unseen thing, protected within his paws. With a gentle motion, the object in his hands opened and he knelt down onto one knee. Everyone could have had a heart attack that moment, as time seemed to slow to a halt. "Julia, will you marry me?", he said softly to her, having the little black box, containing a silver engagement ring, extended before her as he knelt on his one knee in proposal. Kimberly and Gina's jaws had dropped, Craig's eyes just shot wide open, and Julia looked shocked. With a sudden squeel, Julia leaped from the couch to Ron's level and squeezed him tight.
"Yes! Yes I will!", she said as happy as ever, with her cheers not knowing if she wanted to laugh or cry. Gina had to wipe her eyes as the two lovers embraced in tears and laughter, seeing her daughter so happy. She made a mistake by marrying at Julia's age the wrong man, and Gina had been so envious to see her daughter found an absolutely perfect dragon.
"Congradulations you two. You have my blessing", Gina said in a happy and tearily way, smiling blissfully at the two dragons she loved.
"Thank you Gina", Ron said thankfully with a teary voice of his own, still having his girl practically on top of him.
"You can call me mom now too if you want", she then giggled, feeling ever so shocked this happened. Kimberly just sat and watched, holding her dragon and smiling, so happy for the two, while Craig did the same, very surprised, yet still happy for them. Julia let go of her embrace and sat back down onto the couch, while Ron slipped the ring onto her finger.
"I love you Julia", Ron said into her eyes, as he slipped the band on gently and lovingly.
"I love you too Ron", she said in a teary way, unable to supress a giggle of absolute happiness as her tears went down her cheeks, and she kissed him with more passion then he had before.
"Merry Christmas everyone!", Kimberly cheered once their kiss finally let go, and Ron got back onto the couch as the two now engaged lovers held eachother's paw.
"Merry Christmas", everyone else said, while Ron and Julia held eachother close. The family stayed up and watched TV while they snacked, till everyone went to bed, still shocked over Ron's proposal. Julia told Kimberly the bed was all her's tonight, and assured her she and Ron were only going to snuggle, so she wouldn't have to hear anything. Kimberly wasn't about to tease her sister, as she was just engaged and all, so she smiled and wished her a good night's sleep. Julia knew she'd sleep like a pup, having the warm and caring touch of her mate upon her. A light snowfall outside had tucked the family into bed, under the comforts of their blankets and the love that had accumulated over the evening. Their Christmas- eve was more then they hoped for, and everyone couldn't resist tapping their tails a few times in bed. Gina slept with the happy thoughts of her children, Kimberly slept with her new dragon plushie, Craig slept with the silver chain he forgot to take off, and Ron and Julia fell asleap with eachother.
The morning sun seemed to cause a different effect over the family's moods, still cozy and downright shocked from last night's fun and proposal. Gina made a small stretch in bed, moving her tail around a bit as she awoke. Her oldest daughter was engaged...it was too much to bear, being so sudden and all. She hadn't seen Julia and Ron that happy before, and she knew from the bottom of her heart that they're making the right choice with eachother. Though she wished they'd do this later, Gina guessed the wedding wouldn't be for some time, until the summer when they graduate and Julia is eightteen too. Gina, as a mother, couldn't have been more proud of the two and gave them all her blessings. She wished her own marrage wasn't a big, rushed mistake with a man that was nine years older then she was, but she was desperate at the time and was easily fallen into love. Their love was what she wanted in her own relationship, as she was almost lonely, not having a mate of her own. It wasn't fair that the room of her bed beside her wasn't occupied by their daddy, and that Kimberly never even had one. Gina didn't want to start any relationships because she thought of her children and she didn't want to push someone on them, as that wasn't fair to them either. Her wonderful children would never allow her to be lonely though, for no mate could ever match the love she had for them. With her stretch complete, she sat up and got out of her bed to get dressed. Once she left her room, she grabbed the Sunday paper and started a pot of coffee, waiting for someone to get up so she could say 'Merry Christmas' in her happy way.
Julia woke up slowly, as she felt so comfortable, feeling Ron's warmth all over. They cuddled and slept throughout the night, with the ends of their tails wrapped around the other's. Though they were nude, there was no sex involved, and that suited even Julia just fine, as she hadn't slept so cozy and happily since she was a pup. Ron's sleeping self was right before her eyes, looking so tranquil. She moved tail she had wrapped around Ron's, which was also wrapped around hers, just a tiny bit, to see if she could wake him gently. The tail squeezed back and her mate's head popped up with a bright look and a smile.
"I see you're up", Ron said, full of energy, even though he just awoke. Apparently he slept as well as she herself did.
"And you the same", Julia smiled back, as the two happy faces lied there on that pillow, staring at eachother.
"You ready to get up?", Ron asked, wondering if she had gotten enough sleep, as he wouldn't leave her till she was ready to actually get up.
"Nah. You have no place to go today, so let's just stay here...together", she said so lightly with a soft and comforting smile, snuggling close and wrapping her tail a little more around his. Ron's smile never left, and he placed his right arm over her, rubbing her back, while he lied his muzzle on his left arm, stroking down her own with his paw, ever so lightly. They were no longer just lovers, but they were engaged...they were a true couple, shrouded in their love. Life was too perfect, and for the next hour, they would enjoy their warm and gentle touch.
Craig went to work as soon as he got up that morning, trying to rewire his stereo and place his speakers about. It wouldn't be actual surround sound, but he could sure make it that way! He appreciated his mother's gift dearly, and he hoped this wouldn't take too much work, as he wanted to test the CD Ron gave him too.
"Ow! Dammit!", Craig growled upon pinching one of his fingers while working with the amp. He was sure this could be done without Ron's help, as he was quite good with electronics, but this was going to take some effort. With a click of his door, Kimberly popped her head in.
"Hurting yourself in here?", Kimberly asked in her teasing voice, having heard his growl when she came out of her room.
"Not really, just sort of wrestling with this amp", Craig said in a kind way, knowing she asked that because she was concerned.
"Alright. Oh, Merry Christmas", she replied to that, remembering to wish her brother a merry Christmas.
"Merry Christmas Kim", he said with a smile, being that he was in such a good mood, even though he had this work to do. Kimberly left and closed his door for him, going out to the livingroom to say good morning and merry Christmas to their mother. Craig was going to leave his room in a short while and do the same, but he thought he should at least get started on this project before he got lazy.
Kimberly had lied on the couch for a while, reading her new book. She loved the big winged dragons, and she wished dragons like herself still had wings too. This book focused completely on all types of dragons, and even dragons like herself and the evolutionary process, unlike her species book which did all the old species. She was still thinking about Ron and Julia, completely surprised her older sister was engaged. Kimberly wondered what their wedding would be like, and she already decided that she would never in her life be the flower girl. Wearing the frilly dress wasn't the problem, but the 'Aww, how cute is she?' remarks associated with being the little flower girl was what made her decision easy. Making her sister and Ron happy was one thing, but keeping her dignity was another. That wasn't the big part of her thoughts however, but just the idea of her big sister getting married was what made her happy. She'd never been to a wedding before, and was curious to how nice Ron and Julia would make it. It so appeared she'd find out, as Julia and Ron came from the hallway, paw in paw.
"Merry Christmas you two", Gina said in a very affectionate way, going to them and giving her daughter a kiss, as well as Ron who really didn't mind.
Kimberly put her book down on the table and hopped up from the couch. "So tell us about the wedding!", she said in her excited manner, getting Ron and Julia's attention easy.
"Won't be for a while Kim, we're going to wait till this summer when we graduate and are done with school to do any of this", Ron explained, knowing that they shouldn't rush things.
"You know, I was hoping you'd say that", Gina just sorta said, as she wanted them to do it after they were done with school. Even though they were the perfect couple, rushing this wedding could have been as damaging to them in the long run as anything else.
"We thought so, and we're thinking the same thing you are", Julia said with a smile. They were lovers, but they were smart too.
"But tell us, have you planned anything yet, because I don't want to be the flower girl if that's what you're thinking", Kimberly said with an amusing smile, making a joke out of it though she meant it. Ron and Julia gave her a funny look, and that outright answered her question. "No way!", she snapped, crossing her arms and holding her ground.
Gina snickered a bit, though Julia and Ron repressed theirs. "Why not Kim? You'd do great", her mother asked.
"There's nothing bad about being the flower girl, and you're the only one I know that's young enough. I want you to have a place at my wedding afterall! You'd look cute!", Julia tried to encourage, as she really did want her little sister to be her flower girl.
Kimberly grumbled, feeling herself slipping her ground as usual, just because she cares. Julia really wanted her to do it, and Kimberly wasn't so mean as to say no to her offer and love. "Alright, I'll do it. Just don't giggle at me and say how cute I look....though I'm sure mom won't stop herself", she relented with a smile of a sort, letting them know her request.
"That is correct", Gina laughed, sticking her tongue out playfully at her daughter. Kimberly just sighed, nearly snickering herself.
That afternoon, after Ron had helped Craig with his stereo, he and Julia went out for a trip to the cafe. They had left with smiles and laughs, never before feeling so close, as they were fionces now. The day was calm and happy, seeing children outside playing with their new Christmas toys. Ron knew the cafe stayed open for a part of Christmas, as they got a few familes during lunchtime. Once they arrived, Ron hopped out of the car and took his love's paw, giving her a kiss before be opened the door of the cafe and allowed her in first. Julia hadn't seen him this happy before, and she honestly couldn't remember being so happy herself either. There were a few familes as expected, and no rockers to their shock, as they had never seen this place looking like a family restaraunt before.
"Heya James. Two margaritas on the rocks, one with salt, one without", Ron said with his beaming smile, taking a seat at the bar with his girl at his side.
"I didn't think I'd get any of my regular customers today!...and since when do you order margaritas?", James replied with a smile, getting a laugh at his order.
"Since now", Ron chuckled back, pointing to the engagement ring on Julia's finger. James took a look at it without thinking much, till it hit him what that ring was.
"Congradulations you two!!", James shouted out in utter surprise, actually doing a double-take. While Ron and Julia laughed and kissed eachother, James went briskly off to fill in Ron's order.
"I can't believe...you and me...you're my fionce", Julia tried to say, but had a lack of words for the feelings she felt.
Ron took her right paw and placed it between his two own, holding it comfortably and warmly, staring into her eyes with the most loving of looks. "Lovers forever", he said with the most promising of smiles. Julia could feel his very essence through the touch of his soothing hands, and felt as if she was tapping into his strength and will. The world was small and nothing was too big of a challenge, having the power and love that he bestowed upon her. With a slow and long kiss, the two dragons were one, basking in the rays of light that were their very souls.
Everyone did their own thing until dinner, when the whole family sat down for a Christmas feast, curtesy of Gina, though Kimberly did the butter glazed carrots. Kimberly wasn't too bad of a cook, but Gina was afraid she'd sever a finger and tried to keep her doing things they didn't involve big knives. She didn't like being treated like a mere child, but she knew her mom just cared, and a lot. Ron and Juila were only out for an hour, but Gina wouldn't let Ron do any work for the dinner, though he wanted to help her. They sat down to a big turkey, cranberry sauce, boiled potatoes, Kimberly's butter glazed carrots, and a whole mess of biscuts. The family of dragons enjoyed themselves, laughing and talking. Ron really was a part of the family now, and he couldn't have felt more at home, as he really was home. This was where he belonged. Gina treated him like a son and Kimberly even seemed to treat him like a brother, even more so now that he was engaged to her sister. Once dinner was over, everyone dispersed with a full stomach, while Ron cleared the table with Gina. She couldn't stop him from helping all the time afterall. Julia and Craig reclined on the couch while Kimberly went off to take a shower, since it was getting late and she didn't want to take one later. Once she got a towel, she closed the door to the bathroom and undid the button above her tail, getting undressed and placing her clothes in a small pile upon the counter. She turned on the faucet and waited a few moments for it to warm, before she put her paw into the stream of water to check it's temperature.
"Damn!", Kimberly exclaimed when she found the water to be icy cold. She turned the knob a bit more and gave it a minute before putting her paw in again. She got in once it was warm, getting herself nice and wet to warm up after standing around, before giving her tail a flick and having a seat on the tile to relax and reflect on the wonderful two days she just had. Christmas-eve was fun, and she really liked that new book and purple dragon Ron had gotten her. She liked nothing more then to see her family happy and together, and the fact her mom didn't have to go to work on Christmas day. She looked down at her legs and the tile, with her brain pointing out something upon her left leg. Her long scar. Kimberly ran her fingers across the discolored skin, remembering what happened and the blood, but also remembering the valor of Ron and her brother, and the love that kept her in once piece. She owed her life to her family, and the kindness of her sister and mother who nursed her back to health. Not being able to walk...and the horrid pain. Ron never was able to get the huge blood stain out of his backseat, from when he took her to the hospital. Kimberly felt bad she did that, and that there would always be a reminder of that day within his car, and it was her own blood. Kimberly herself would always have a reminder however, going from her hip all the way down her thigh; the scar that showed she could have bled to death when she was only twelve years old. She sighed, but smiled, knowing the love that kept her alive and made her well, helping her battle the unbarable pain and the damage of the wound. She felt that she owed her family so much, but there was little she could do to repay the gift of life, and the feeling that came upon knowing Ron would have sacraficed his life for hers. Kimberly got off the tile and got to her feet, washing herself before she would get out of the shower. She got out after that, drying herself and placing the towel neatly on it's hanger. The vertical mirror on the door called her attention and she adheared, looking at how someone else would see the scar. Long and from something painful was what she got, trying to imagine she was someone else, though no one could see it if she was wearing pants, and only a bit of it if she wore shorts. The only way to see it all was if she was only wearing her undergarment, showing all the way up her hip, so no one really knew how badly hurt she really had been. She got dressed and began to forget about those thoughts that occationally came back to her, and silently thanked every single person of her family for how much they have done for her, and that included Ron, their newest member.
Ron retired to bed that night with Julia at his side, sleeping in his bed once again. Neither of them wished to part, so they would not.
"Jul, I just realized something. I still have to tell my parents I'm getting married!", Ron laughed, lying on his side with her beside him.
Julia giggled, rubbing the back of his paw with one of her own. "Will that be trouble?", she asked in a playful way.
"Nah, my mom will be overjoyed", he smiled back, actually curious to tell her now and see how happy she'd be. His mother always said she wanted to see him get married to the girl of his dreams, and her wish was going to come true.
Julia snuggled up against him, wrapping her tail around his. Ron gave her a kiss, making his own tail nice and snug, as he made himself comfortable and relaxed with his girl. "Hey Ron..", Julia said in her erotic way, running a finger across his chest. "Let's play", she said in a naughty, teasing voice , looking to his his quick approval. After a day of constant love, it needed to end the most loving too.
"What about Kimberly next door?", Ron asked, though he wanted to.
"I'll be quiet, and you just say yes...and I'll make it so you can't say no either", Julia giggled with her little smirk, throwing the covers up and going under them. Ron was confused for a second, but rolled on his back and quickly realized what she meant by that, making a happy growl while she did her work.
The family of dragons awoke on a more normal note, now that Christmas had passed. School was out for a while longer, and New Years was the next holiday. Not as important to them as Christmas naturally, but it was still another family day, where they'd stay up till midnight and enjoy themselves. The morning seemed to go fast after breakfast, and Ron said goodbye to everyone before he walked out of the house to go to his parent's house. The sun was partially blocked by a cloud, and the morning frost twinkled, as Ron got happily into his car. He pulled out and started his driving, doing a lot of thinking. He needed to talk with his father about being such a hard-ass, and tell his mother that he was engaged, just because it would make her happy and she needed to know. Maybe his father could be told later, Ron sorta thought, thinking two bridges shouldn't be crossed with him at the same time. Once he arrived, he gave a sigh before opening his door, not wanting to be a slave or have to put up with his father, though seeing his mother was a good thing. He was excited about telling her about his Christmas and his proposal. He walked through the layer of packed snow onto the walkway to the door, hearing sounds that made him increase his speed to a run. The sound of obvious fighting, and his mother being hurt. No more!! With a surge of panic and adrenaline, Ron ran to the door and found it locked, hearing everything more clearly this close. In an act of desperation and worry, he went quickly back from the door and ran towards it, kicking the door open and breaking the opening mechanism off the door, swinging the door in with a hard slam against the wall.
"Enough!!", Ron shouted upon his entry, fists closed and his teeth bared in a look of rage. His mother was upon the diningroom tile with a broken mug and a pool of coffee not far from her, as she kept herself off the ground with only a paw, crying as crimson blood dripped from her nose and the side of her mouth. Ron's father held a beer bottle in hand, showing he wasn't in a good state of mind, and his mother looked beaten badly. His firey gaze turned from his fallen wife to his hostile son in his doorway, looking at him with an equal look of rage as Ron was giving him. "Get the hell away from her!!", Ron ordered, stompping his way through the livingroom to stop this and help his mother. He went directly right instead of going to the kitchen area ahead and right, as he saw this was the best way to keep some distance between him and his father until he backed off. He stopped in the right side of the livingroom when his father and mother were only a short distance away. His father's eyes had been following him with a nasty look, and he gave an angry growl once Ron stopped after giving his demand and stomping through the house.
"Who the fuck do you think you are!?", his father shouted in pure, unrelenting anger, walking towards him with obviously hostile intentions. Ron knew he was intoxicated, and in his current state, he had no chance at all at winning in a fight against his father. The only person who could beat his ass, suddenly took off with a shout, rearing his right fist back after he put the bottle in his other hand, looking to smite the one who has tried to stop him. Before Ron could react with his fear, he got slammed full force across the muzzle, sending him backwards through the livingroom, spining around the oposite way in a daze, though he managed to keep his balance. The past second or so had been cloudy to Ron, but he quickly pulled himself together and attacked, taking the risk of being injured to save his mother. He ran towards the man that punched him so hard, who thought that blow would have taught his son to not stand up against him, and unleashed a hard right into his gut and a left into the pressure point of his jaw hinge, fighting with all his might for his mother. His father realized his son hadn't had enough, and reeled back his right fist once more and just started pounding his son while he himself staggered little from his son's berserk fury. Ron took several hard blows to the side of his head, sending him backwards in a heavy daze, until his father sent an uppercut clear into his belly, sending his senses painfully back and knocking the wind out of him. When his father rushed for him once more, Ron pulled himself together again and slammed his knee into his lower stomach with his own running force, quickly following up with his own uppercut to his jaw, which did send his father backwards a few steps. Ron realized he could barely stand and everything was a blur...he had taken too many blows to his head. Trying to shake off the daze, he did a high kick to his father's chest when he recovered and spun his body around with great speed and force, swinging his tail clear up and into the side of his father's head with a loud whap, sending him sideways and catching his balance on the couch. Ron staggered after that deperate attack, feeling so sick and dizzy. With a loud yell his father smashed the bottle against the endtable of the couch, now having a deadly weapon. Ron cringed and took a step back, knowing he was in for it now, as he was too messed up to run and there was no time as he rushed towards his son with eyes of hate and a lust for blood. "I'll kill you, you son-of-a-bitch!!!", he yelled in a warcry, barely missing his son's chest with his first swing. Ron was scared out of his mind, but tried his best to stay focused, for his own life. He got his father's arm between his two own when he missed, and with a loud shout, he used his body weight to swing his father's arm and sent the broken bottle into the wall, shattering it into pieces as his body slammed against it. Ron shouted in a yelp, squinting his eyes and cringing as he howled, as a sharp piece cut the side of his chest through his shirt. The shards fell to the floor and a bit of blood remained upon Ron's side, where a sharp point impacted his body, tearing and piercing his flesh. His father threw him off of him, pounding right and left into Ron's nose, muzzle, sides, and stomach. With one blow with the ball of his palm, he sent his son into the wall behind him, having knocked him a ways. Quickly grabbing a large, sharp shard of the bottle, he slammed Ron against the wall and held him by his neck and used his own body to restrain him, as his son yelled and howled in pain.
"Gerald!! Stop this now!! Don't hurt our boy!!", Ron's mother pleaded from the diningroom floor, being in too much pain to get up after what had happened to her.
Ron looked into his father's eyes and only saw hatred and violence. There was no love left in him at all, maybe there never was. With a sadistic smirk and growl, he squeezed his son's neck and held him firmly against the wall, taking the sharp end of the shard and placing it against Ron's muzzle, as he grit his teeth and tried to escape. "I think our boy needs to be taught a lesson!", he nearly laughed, knowing his son was powerless, as he looked to cut his muzzle all the way down in a blood lust. Ron had never been so frightened in his life, held there with a shard of glass ready to tear his skin slowly and painfully. Before his father could do his sadisticly sick act, Ron shouted with tears of fear in his eyes, getting a knee free and slamming it twice into his father's side, letting enough pressure off his body to toss his father off of him. A trickle of blood came from where the shard pricked his muzzle, but it was far far less painful then what his father had intended. As soon as his dad caught his balance, Ron kicked him in the crotch to buy time, as his father growled loudly and hunched over, giving him time to deliver a series of blows to his face. His father nearly tripped on his tail going backwards under the pounding force of his son, and with one well placed chest shot, he did, falling flat on his back. With a sharp swing of his tail, Ron blew it across his father's muzzle upon the ground, and darted around him to get to his mother.
"M-mom are you..alright?", Ron panted and studdered under the influence of so much adrenaline, as his hands and fingers trembled. He put his left hand on her back, helping her onto her tail, as she was too tired to get up, but she could at least sit. She looked like a bruised hell, and Ron really looked no better, as blood streamed down his nose and out the side of his mouth in more then once place, with cuts across his eyes and cheeks, along with the gash on his side.
"Ron honey, you have to go..", his mother said quickly, as her husband started getting too his feet. She feared for his safety, as his father was clearly out of his mind.
"Not without you, I can't let you be hurt!", Ron said franticly, trying to get her to her feet. His father got up in a stumble and quickly went into the doorway to his bed room, giving Ron time to pick her up and leave, once and for all. He would make his mother leave!
"Easy Ronald, you're hurt...but...thank you for helping me. I love you my baby", she said tearily, worried for him but also thankful he had came, as he got enough leverage with his left arm and put his right hand under her left arm to pick her up so they could leave. His father ran back in from his room and raised an unexpected object. Ron swung around from his mother on his knees, taking his right hand off her as he looked behind him, only to be met with the gaze of his enraged father and his gun. The split second seemed like forever, as his pupils shrank and fear struck his very soul, before the black glock fired. This time, the bullet did not miss. Ron was blown off his mother with great force, sent a short distance flat on his back, feeling himself weightless in what seemed like an hour of falling. He screamed when he was shot, but the sound of his cry grew softer and more muffled, along with the scream of his mother as the room grew discolored and blurry. When he hit the ground, everything was spinning and his entire body was numb...it was a sensation he never knew was possible, and wasn't sure he was feeling anything at all. He heard another faint bang as everything went dark, and his thoughts completely disappeared.
Gina burst from her room with a clatter and a shout, making Kimberly jump from reading her book on the couch. "Everyone!!! Everyone get dressed quickly!! Ron's been shot!!!!", she screamed franticly with tears in her eyes, literally throwing the phone to the nearby kitchen counter while she ran back in her room crying.
"Oh my god!", Kimberly said in a near teary way, throwing herself off the couch and dropping her book on the coffee table, running to her room. She heard a far beyond frantic and panicy crying coming from her mother's room as she darted to her own room, as that's where Julia was, talking with their mom. Craig could be heard saying "Fuck!!" over and over again as he darted around his room to leave. Kimberly threw the door to her and Julia's room open, ran to the side of her bed, and clasped the purple dragon Ron had given her and begun crying into her side. She just knelt on the side of her bed, bawling into the soft purple fuzz of the plushie, rubbing her eyes and muzzle against it, knowing it was Ron's special gift to her. It helped her release her tears and think about him, holding it tight as if it was her link to him. She pulled her head back, dripping tears down her cheeks and muzzle, looking into the face of the cute little dragon. It looked at her almost sympetheticly, asking why she was so sad. "Ron's been shot...", she repeated to her plushie, placing her face lightly against it's side again to cry. "I don't want him to be hurt! Ron is family! He's saved my life, he can't die!!", she yelled in tears into her dragon's soft side, feeling a pain in her chest when she said the word 'die'. She didn't even know how badly hurt he was! Hearing a new cry in the room, she took her head up from her dragon plush and saw her sister was crying in the doorway, apparently watching and listening to her little sister's pleas. Kimberly shot to her feet and Julia took a few steps towards her, having Kimberly hug her tight, crying into her shirt.
"Come on Kim, get ready fast...I'm so worried, I can't believe this is happening!...", she said through her tears, before she squeezed her sister back, crying for support.
"Ron will be alright, let's just hurry", Kimberly replied in her own tears, darting to her shoes and putting them on. Julia did likewise, feeling an incredible inner pain that the love of her life had been hurt. She flipped when she first heard, but her mother helped calm her and dry her muzzle, trying to tell her we just needed to rush and go. Kimberly and Julia left the room together, while Kimberly took one last look at the female purple dragon looking back at her from her bed, trying to say Ron would be ok. She ran the opposite way down the hallway and went into Ron's room, grabbing something he kept close that reminded him of the love he shares with everyone. His own green dragon plushie. She ran with it carefully outside where her mother was already starting the car and hopped in, snuggling the dragon in her lap and petting down it's soft, fluffy back and tail. She needed strength, and she knew Ron needed it too, and maybe the plushie at his side could help. The plushie dragon's wings of hope...
"You brought that for Ron Kim?", Julia asked still tearily at her side, as they peeled out of the driveway and took off. Kimberly nodded with a sniffle, bringing another few sobs and her tears returned, getting another thought of Ron. Julia put her arms around her to comfort her little, crying sister, and tried to bind their strength. Kimberly was crushed, and Julia was franticly worried, saddened to no end. Craig sat up front, staying quiet, though everyone knew his eyes weren't any less watery, while Gina drove like mad to the hospital, dripping motherly tears. Ron had helped her children so much, and he was the kindest person she ever knew...she wasn't going to leave his side now. The whole family was devoted to their new member, and their tears of sorrow and panic proved it. The hospital wasn't too far away, and the last time they were there, it was because of a similar incident. Julia tried to keep herself calm, but the thoughts of an emergency room, trauma surgons, tubes, wires, and blood made her cry ever so hard. The two sisters just held onto eachother for support, strength, and someone they loved to cry upon, hoping to get to Ron fast and that he would be ok. Ron would need their support, so they needed to pull their spirits together, in the name of love and family. Within several minutes, they arrived at the hospital, piling out of the car and making a brisk trek to the emergency room enterance. Kimberly was carried through here last time, and the memories of that day filled everyone's minds as well.
"We're here for Ron Surret", Gina told the woman at the desk in a hurried manner.
"Sorry, no one can see him yet, the doctors are still working on him", the ebony otter told her, taking a glance at the documents that came in on him. Julia wasn't at all happy to hear that, and was about to object, before they were interrupted.
"Miss, are you Ron's current guardian?", asked a grey wolf in a police uniform, who had approached them once he heard the name they asked for.
"Yes, I am", Gina answered with a nod, deathly afraid of what this officer had to say, feeling like she would cry again.
"Might I talk with you in private?", he said in a deep voice, working professionally. Craig put an arm around Kimberly, walking his sniffling sister across the waitingroom to have a seat, trying to comfort her as she hung her head in dispair. Julia on the other hand, had no intention of leaving.
"I'm his fionce. If you have something to say, you can say it to me as well", Julia insisted, removing the tearyness from her voice, though her red and gistenining eyes spoke of a good cry. The police officer replied to Julia with a nod, while Gina had to wipe her eyes for a moment. This was a painful ordeal for all, but worst of all, none of them even knew if Ron was alright.
"A neighbor called the police saying they heard gun shots. We found a homicide once we arrived..", the wolf officer began explaining, and Gina and Julia took a hard hit when he said 'homicide'.
"NNNOOOOOO!!!", Julia cried out, grasping her mother and crying over her shoulder, thinking of the grusome sight and...her fionce being...dead. Ron...the love of her life and pracically a member of their family for months, had been taken from them. A kind, gentle dragon, with a strong body and mind, who showed her true love and her family unconditional care...that was her mate, who was supposed to be forever. Gina couldn't stop her own tears, crying softly while she rubbed her daughter's back, unable to bear the thought of good ol' Ron being dead...he saved her children's lives and was important and loved by them all. This wasn't fair...he was too young...
The wolf put his paw on Julia's shoulder. "Your fionce will live. The doctors are treating him now, and he will be fine. He won't be leaving you anytime soon, I promise, as his wound was not life threatening. He is concious now and responsive, so you will be able to see for yourself that he is alright shortly", he reassured the two with a smile. Fate would not be taking him from the doctor's grasp. He would live, and be fine.
Julia got off her mother and wiped her eyes with a smile, feeling like hugging the officer now. "He's going to be ok?!" , she exclaimed in happiness, looking for a confirmation to this.
"He was shot in the shoulder. Apparently the shooter thought he shot him in the heart, and killed himself before checking. His father shot him and his mother. She was shot in the head, as himself. Both were dead upon our arrival", he spoke optimisticly, before turning his voice sour, telling of Ron's parent's fate. Gina couldn't believe it...his father tried to kill him and...killed his mother? His parents were both dead...
"I can't believe any of this. This is wrong! He lost his real family...", Julia said sadly, before she began crying lightly, thinking of the kind of anguish he must be facing. "He loved his mother dearly..", she cried to the officer, telling him of that woman's worth.
"From what we have seen so far, was that she had been beaten by her husband. The front door was kicked in and there were obvious signs of a fight between the young man in there and his father. He and his mother were found side by side in a pool of blood, so it seemed he was trying to protect her..", the wolf explained to the two girls painfully, thinking of the grusome sight he saw. Blood everywhere...
"Thank you for telling us..", Gina sniffled tearily, holding her daughter close.
"I'm sorry you two. I'll be questioning him in a little bit too. He...doesn't know about his parents yet", the cop had a little trouble saying, feeling so sympethetic.
"Oh god..", Julia sighed in tears, putting her paws to her muzzle.
"I'll leave you to yourselves for now", he said with a nod, walking through the emergency room doors to check on Ron. Julia and her mother just held eachother for a few moments, so sad for Ron.
"We're going to tell him, not them", Julia said low and quiet, tired from crying, resting her head upon her mothers shoulder as Gina sort of rocked her.
"We will..", Gina whispered back. Still holding eachother, they turned and began walking towards the seats where Craig and Kimberly were. Craig looked depressed, and Kimberly sat upon that chair in the most unhappiest of looks, sulking with wet eyes, still cuddling that green dragon in her lap. Gina quietly sat down with her older daughter at her side, as their chests felt so heavy, just waiting to see Ron so they can give him heart braking news. Gina couldn't think what it would feel like...to have their loving mother killed right beside him in cold blood. Though she never had a loving mother, she knew how her kids would feel if that happened to her. Kimberly would never stop crying if it was her in Ron's situation...they'd all live the rest of their lives in everlasting pain. She wondered what his mother's last words to him where...and if she felt any pain. Gina couldn't resist the tears they went silently down her cheeks, thinking about the death of his mother and Ron's absolute horror and pain. His father was a sick bastard to have done this to such a guy, and his loving wife, who was a proud mother. This was unfair to it's greatest extent, and pointless, having tried to take his son's life and had taken his wife's and his own, for no benifit or reason. No more love to share, no more memories to relect upon, no more kissing her beloved son...her life had been taken.
"Is he gonna be ok?..", Kimberly pouted quietly after a few moments of deafening silence.
"Yes, Ron is alright honey", her mother assured, trying to compose herself and put her voice back to normal. Her children, and Ron, needed someone for strength. If she had to be the strong one, then so be it. Gina would do anything to help her kids, and even Ron. The white room was quiet except for the TV, as it was empty, and none of the four wished to talk. The only other sound was an occational sniff or pout from Julia or Kimberly, as they were taking this hard. That was why Gina decided to keep herself composed, as they needed a mommy right now who had enough spirit to hold them all. They waited a good half hour, before the otter at the desk spoke up.
"Miss Trensetter? Ron is being sent to a room now, he can have two visitors at a time. The other two will have to wait outside his room, as he just came from surgery. He's under a lot of painkillers, so don't be long so he can rest. I really shouldn't even be letting visitors in this early..", the woman called, telling Gina the details as she walked up to the desk, sighing at the end. She was heartbroken over the story of this boy, and she wanted them to see him before the police did.
"Thank you miss, Ron will appreciate it. Where can we see him?", Gina asked, knowing this was a kind thing for her to do, bending the rules a bit.
"Third floor, room 310. The elevator is down the hallway to your left here, then you just keep going left till you find room 310. Act like you already know where you're going and that you're casually seeing a relative. No one will question you that way", the ebony otter pointed, adding a little tip at the end.
All of Gina's children had joined her side, anxious to see their fallen family member. Craig and Kimberly didn't even know the full extent of this yet...and Gina wasn't going to tell Kimberly till later. Telling her something so grusome and heartwrenching would be cruel right now. They took the elevator up, getting butterflies in their stomaches, as they shifted their feet and tails in impatience. Gina lead the group down the hallway as the otter instructed, going until she found the closed door of room 310, obviously occupied with some papers outside the door. "Craig, Kimberly, you two may go first. You'll be quicker then Julia and I will be", their mother said with a small smile, hiding the horror that she was going to unveil in a few moments. They would get to see Ron in a better state then he will be when Gina and Julia have to speak with him. It was more fair for all three of them that way, so they would all be cheered up, before the painful words must be said. Craig replied with a nod, and Kimberly placed her paw upon the door knob, opening it gently with Ron's dragon in her other arm. The two left the door slightly ajar, walking in carefully, getting a surge of pain at seeing someone they loved in a hospital bed, though the exhausted dragon smiled happily at their arrival. Ron was sitting up in the bed, having his back supported by the adjustable part of the bed, wearing a hospital gown, as his clothes were ruined by the blood. His left arm lie in a sling, while his shoulder was heavily bandaged.
"Craig! Kim!", Ron said a little lounder then a person coming from surgery would speak, though his voice was a little horse from the lack of energy and the numbing of the painkillers. Kimberly went briskly to his bedside, unable to repress sobs of sympathy and happiness that he was alright, crying once again as she held his dragon. She didn't wish to cry right now, but she was having a hard time stopping it, holding a paw to the upperside of her muzzle. "Don't cry for me Kim, come on, cheer up. I'll be ok", he said with a smile, repressing a chuckle that might hurt him a bit.
"You scared me out of my mind man..", Craig said sort of lightly, relieved to see Ron doing fine, still smiling and caring for others, instead of himself.
"Thanks you two. Where's Julia and your mother?", Ron spoke softly, wondering why the love of his life wasn't here, as well as his second mother.
"Only two at a time, so we went first. I'm just glad you're going to be ok", Craig answered for that, while his sister sniffled and composed herself, wiping her muzzle. Kimberly felt a little embarassed, but she was only twelve, and couldn't stop the tears so voluntarily when she thought of someone so important to her heart being hurt.
"I brought this for you", Kimberly said, trying to eliminate the tearyness from her voice and put her usual pep into it, handing him his old green dragon.
Ron slowly reached up with his usable arm, placing his dragon at his side, appreciating what Kimberly did for him. "Thanks Kim. I won't ever be alone now", he smiled, giving the dragon a pat.
"Julia really want's to see you so we'll go now. Please feel better Ron", Kimberly told him, wishing the best for her old savior with one last, small sniff.
"I will", he nodded as they left. He wanted to say a bit more then he was, but he could make words come...the drugs were having effects on his mind as much as on his body. The dull ache of his shoulder was unnerving as well.
"Craig, take Kimberly down to the cafeteria on the first floor and get yourselves some candy or whatever you like", Gina asked in her motherly way, handing her son a ten dollar bill.
"Sure", Craig simply answered, setting off for the elevator with Kimberly at his side. They were feeling a lot better now that they knew Ron was alive and well, and Gina was relieved at Kimberly's improvement. She thought a treat would help their tattered nerves, and they also didn't need to be here when they told Ron of his parents. Gina and Julia went inside together, and Julia nearly rushed to his right side, taking the paw of the arm that still worked for now.
"Honey are you feeling ok?", Julia asked him in a tearily way, wanting to know if her big dragon was in pain.
The paw she held squeezed back with affection. "I'll be alright. The pain is dull now with all the drugs they're shoving into me", Ron said in a light voice, not having much to give in terms of energy, though he was still smiling and joking as he always did. Even after all the crap that happened to him, she and her family came first...
"Ron, what happened?", Gina asked out of concern, feeling a pain in her tummy that told her she didn't really want to know.
Ron sighed, looking a bit more in pain and forlorn. "My father beat my mother...he was drunk and out of his mind, I barely stood against him in a fight. It's all a haze right now but...the last I remember was I was about to get my mother to her feet, and he came out of his room with his glock and shot me...I just passed out from the pain. Please, do you know what happened to my mother? She needed some kind of medical attention after all that. No one was answering me when I asked about my mother or father...they just kept rambling numbers and things before putting me under", he explained, painfully and softly, though he wanted to be ever so angry...but there was far too little left in him for that emotion. Julia put her paws to her muzzle and began pouting when he asked about his mother, doing her best to keep herself from crying outright.
"Ron...", Gina said with a choke, having her eyes well at the thought of telling this poor boy his loving mother's fate. He was only eightteen! He was so young still, and his mother and father were gone before he even graduated high school! He still needed them, and...loved them as much as any child. "Your mother and father are dead", she managed to say clearly, though she began to cry once she finally said it. Ron's entire body tensed and went numb, feeling like he was going to vommit. This couldn't be true! How could a body so numb, and a mind so clouded, feel this much pain?
"No that can't be!", Ron paniced, taking deep and frantic breaths. "She was beside me! I was just there!", he tried to reason, still hearing his mother's kind words and feeling her paw's touch.
Gina and Julia felt sick to their stomaches as well. "Ron I'm so sorry. Your father shot her...it was in the head...I'm sure she felt no pain...my god Ron I'm sorry!..", the mother that Gina was tried to convince, trying to assure him this wasn't torture on her, speaking in the most tearily of voices, before she started crying hard, holding the back of her right paw to the end of her muzzle. Ron wimpered and trembled upon being told this, seeing Gina's tears and realizing...this was true. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and smash half the things in the room, but his body was in too much anguish and his mind was too drugged up to even make a sound. Ron rolled his head onto the pillow that was supporting it, just simply crying. There was no other action he could make, just lying there with his eyes closed and the sound of his sobs. Julia had never seen him this sad and destroyed...the weight of the world finally crushed the last fibers that were supporting the big spirit of his. Ron felt the most incredible anger inside, and a burning hatred, as well as a choking sadness that mourned for the love and life of his mother, who did her best to raise him. He couldn't move his body much, but he curled himself up a bit, cuddling the green dragon close. A gift from his parents, full of his mother's love. Gina and Julia weren't going to interrupt his crying, as he deserved to let out his suffering and sadness.
"Julia, could you go down to your brother and sister? I need to speak with Ron alone", Gina said, clearing her voice of tears. She promised the sun and stars that she would be the strong mother, and that she would be. Julia just looked up from her fionce, letting her stare speak for words. "Please Julia, he...needs a mother right now", she tried to assure her daughter, who didn't want to leave his side for anything. Gina knew Ron was hurt, sad, angry, and most of all, confused. He was alone in the world now, and he didn't have his parents to teach him anything anymore...he wasn't ready to hold the world up on his own, and his near infinite grief and sadness was ready to tear his whole body to shreds. Julia thought about it for a moment, seeing that her mother was the only mother he had left, and she gazed back down to her love, just seeing him limp and blank, crying like this.
"I'm only going to be gone for a minute Ron, my mother needs to be with you alone for a bit", Julia said tearily, dripping a fresh pair of tears down her cheeks, bending over and kissing his muzzle and gently letting go of his paw, placing it onto his furry dragon before she left with her own tears. Gina walked around to the side Julia was on, taking a seat on the chair beside him, placing her hand carefully over his, stroking his muzzle, head, and neck in a comforting and motherly way. She had the responcibility now to take care of him, since his father was cruel enough to leave him all alone.
Kimberly tapped the back of her shoes lightly against her chair, sitting at a little table with her brother. Her mind was flooded with thoughts, wondering what happened to Ron, and why. He sure as hell didn't deserve it is all she knew. Why Ron...he's so nice and wonderful. She took a bite of her nachos that Craig had gotten her, still looking a bit down, though it was mostly because of her thinking. "I don't feel so well..", she sighed, poking at one of the corn chips on her plastic tray.
"Probabbly your nerves", Craig said kinda lightly, trying to spend a little quiet time with his sister. The quiet part wasn't his idea, but Kimberly wasn't in the most talkative of moods. She didn't look so well either, so he just wanted to be there for her when he was needed.
Taking another look at her snack, she pushed it away, getting up from the table. "You can have the rest, I gotta go to the bathroom..", she said before starting to head to the bathrooms across the cafeteria.
"Alright", Craig said in a slightly depressed way, though he didn't wish to. This wasn't how he planned to spend his day, and he certainly didn't want to see his friend in a hospital bed. "Fuckin' crap..", he quietly grumbled a few moments later, just to relieve stress. He felt horrible, seeing his whole family cry and his little sister so down after being so damn happy. He pulled the tray of chips and cheese closer, taking a chip, eating and looking around in a sulky sort of way. Everything looked gloomy in here and it felt like his heart was racing at the adrenaline in his body from worry.
"Craig, where's Kim?", Julia came up from behind him and asked, scaring the crap out of him, but he didn't have enough humor left in him to laugh about it. Julia sounded even worse then Kimberly, speaking in such a sad voice, and Craig noticed she had just stopped herself from crying by looking at her eyes as she sat down in Kimberly's seat for the moment.
"She had to go to the bathroom...she's cried and worried herself sick I think..", Craig told her, keeping his head up with his paw.
"I've been too busy to get sick. I don't even know what to do. I'm confused, angry, sad...I can't even fathom what Ron's feeling, I cant..", Julia sniffled, having to try really hard to stop her tears again, since she spoke of her beloved fionce.
"Ron will be ok Jul, you know that. He, Kim, and I have already been through shit like this, I'm sure he knows what it's like to have a gun fired at him", he tried to tell her, seeing her just as lost as Kimberly.
"Craig, you don't understand", she sniffled back in a muffled growl, knowing he had no idea what was really going on and he was talking to her like a child. She wasn't a crazy spouse, she had a reason for being like this. "His parents are dead!" , she said in an angry manner, adding a sharp emphisis to the word 'dead'. "His father shot him, then shot his mother in the head before himself...this is fucking wrong!", she continued speaking forcefully, shocking and scaring the hell out of her younger brother as she leaned onto the table in her growling words. She slumped back onto the chair and started crying again, burying her muzzle in her paws. Craig felt a lump in his gut that only seemed to grow.
"Holy shit...I'm sorry Julia, I didn't know. I only wanted to make you feel better, that's all", Craig began in a whisper, leaning back in utter shock, before just speaking on a sad and solumn note. She got quite mad at him and was ruder then needed, but Craig wasn't going to hold that against her right now. Everyone's going through something during this crisis.
Julia sobbed and sniffled a bit. "I'm not Kimberly, don't talk to me like I'm stupid. This hits me harder then any of you!", she growled much more stern, expressing her rage outright, directing it straight at Craig with her teeth bared.
Craig was hurt by what she said, but knew his temper would stay well under control for Julia. He was too sympethetic to get angry. "Kim isn't stupid and neither are you. I'm just trying to cheer you two up, that's all", he quietly defended his actions. Kimberly was so down, he had been there for her since their arrival, and it hurt that his older sister would attack him with it by saying he was treating her like a child. You deserve to be happy no matter the age, so he'd say and do the same things for either of them.
"You know what I mean!", she shouted with a heavy growl, getting up from Kimberly's seat. "Just quit trying!", Julia said like a direct command, leaving and taking her misdirected anger with her. Craig felt horrible, seeing his whole family in turmoil and Ron in even worse shape...everything went from bad to worse in a minute.
"Not my fault..", Craig growled under his breath, leaning onto the table, no longer interested in eating the nachos either. Ron's parents were dead, Julia was throwing her anger at whoever, Kimberly is sick in the bathroom, his mother he didn't even know about, and he felt alone with himself. All he wanted was to raise the spirits of his family, and he could not. No one wanted to talk, except for Julia, who wanted to yell. He was being pushed away when he only wanted to help, but he at least knew Kimberly appreciated the company. He had been doing his best to repress the tears, and he had done a good job, but he wanted to see the girls pull through this too. The other three had it worse he did realize, as Julia was his fionce, his mother had to take care of him, and Kimberly was just a little girl still. Things always seem so unfair...he wanted to take their burdons away, but he couldn't. All he could do was keep up his cheer and continue trying, as he'll mend things slowly.
"Man...my tummy hurts", Kimberly sighed sadly, taking her seat once she had come back.
Craig got up from the table with a small smile. "This is a hospital, I'm sure I can get you some pepto bismol somewhere", he said in a more upped attitude, hoping his sister would respond well to his kindness, unlike a certain other sister of his.
"Thanks Craig...you don't have to do this you know", she replied, raising her head with a drowsy look and a tiny smile.
Ron lied limp in his bed, crying softly. Gina had never moved, and just caressed his head and neck like any other mother. She didn't dare try to interrupt his grieving with words, knowing he had the full right to lie there and think of his past in silent tears. His whole world just got screwed up and his true family was gone forever, and the idea of lying unconcious in his mother's own blood drove him to the brink of mania. His face looked blank, as if Ron wasn't even there anymore. Even the sad Gina was begining to lose her nerves, watching him just lie there, and the rhythmatic drip of his saline solution IV going into his left arm. It was like watching him slowly die, even though he was as healthy as a newborn pup. His body will mend, but what about his mind? His tears had been slowly subsiding into this expressionless state, and Gina was anxious to get him to talk. She needed to show him that he still had a guide and a mother in this world to love him, and for him to talk to her about his pain. If he stayed bottled up, he would surely perish as the light hearted dragon everyone has known. She didn't want his mother's hard work to raise him and love him to be in vain, and she sure knew Ron wanted the same. The emotions shooting through his mind wasn't even thinkable to her, and she knew how incredibly sad and angry he must be, hiding everything inside this limp shell of a body. She waited for him to speak on his own while she comforted him, and those words came.
"She's really gone...", Ron said as he kept his head on it's side, speaking in a deep tearily way as his crying refused to stop. "..I just talked to her...she was right there in my arms..", he sobbed, torn apart inside. His mother was but a memory, and it was painful to no end. As strong and good spirited as he was, he just couldn't stop his tears anymore.
"I'm sorry Ron...she raised you perfectly, and the love she placed in your heart will never leave. She'll live on as your wisdom..", Gina spoke ever so softly, using every ounce of her motherly love to comfort him.
He sniffled a few times, apparently trying to stop the tears again. "I had seen her hurt so many times growing up by...HIM...", he spoke sadly, before choking and spitting at the mere mentioning of his father. "She always said she was ok..that they loved eachother...maybe they did, but do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night and hear them? A little pup with...his green dragon..", he continued on, letting his heart go.
"So this has been going on since you were little?", she asked, wanting him to explain. She knew what it was like to let go of a dark secret, and it was the only way he could ever be at peace.
"Every so often they'd fight and she'd get hurt...she told me it stopped!..", he admitted, before a small series of sobs took in, ruining his attempt to stop crying, dripping a fresh pair of tears. "I wanted her to leave but she always said she was ok and not hurt...I didn't want her to be hurt, she..she only wanted to make me happy!", the poor dragon cried, feeling the pain in his shoulder increace in his energy drain. Gina ran her paw down his good arm, biting her lip so she wouldn't lose it and cry.
"It's not your fault...I promise I'll help you through this. I'd never leave you all on your own, and my house is your true home now", Gina spoke in her soft way, masking her sadness and sympathy. She loved Ron and so did everyone else...they owed so much to him. She was about to reassure his torn spirit a little more, but she was startled by the door.
"Hello. I wasn't aware this boy had visitors already, it's way too early after his operation but...I guess it's alright", another dragon in a doctor's clothing said as he came in with a clipboard and a stethascope around his neck. He was going to object to this tired dragon having a visitor, but the two looked like a mother and her teary son. Gina stood up from her chair as he approached, knowing he needed to speak with her. "I'm doctor Pierce", he introduced, shaking Gina's hand with a small smile, as he liked raising the spirits of his patients and those affected.
"How long will he be here?", Gina outright asked, after returning the smile and giving a nod.
"We like to keep a gun shot wound like this about five days, but you can have him out in two. That's what I recommend at least, as you can take him out whenever you want. He's just going to be taken care of as it begins to heal, kept on painkillers, and will be watched for infection. I did the surgery, and it really wasn't too bad", Dr. Pierce explained in an optimistic tone.
"Thank you", Gina replied to him with a sigh of relief, knowing he wasn't going to have to stay long. She looked over to Ron and saw him tuckered out and almost asleep, so she thought she'd say her last things before he drifted off in his exhaustion. "Ron, I'll be back and fourth from here and the house for you alright? Get some sleep..", she said in her motherly way.
"..And I'll be staying with you", Julia said from the door, leaning on it's frame. Gina looked from Ron to the door and silently nodded.
"Alright Julia. I'm going to take Craig and Kimberly home for a while, but I'll be back", she told her daughter as she came in.
Dr. Pierce walked around to the side of the bed with Ron's injury, checking his saline. "I'll come back when he's awake again. He'll be fine for a while", he said after he looked over the IV injection, walking back around. Julia had already went to her mother's side and taken her seat again, looking at her pretty much passed out future husband. Gina left the room with the doctor, closing the door to a crack.
"How will his recovery be when he comes home?", Gina asked, wanting to know what she'd have to take care of when they were out in the white hallway.
"His arm will be bandaged, but not as much as it is now, and it'll be in a sling for roughly a week. Shoulder gunshot wounds heal rather quickly, but his arm'll be useless till then. I'll also have darvaset perscribed before he leaves for the pain", he kindly answered, speaking in not such a professional manner. This was the kind of doctor Gina liked.
"I filled out a pile of paperwork earlier, so give me a call if I'm needed", Gina said, letting him know they had her phone number.
"Will do. I'll see you later", he replied with a wave, flipping a page on his clipboard and setting off down the hallway. Gina went the opposite direction to get to the elevator, leaving Ron and Julia alone. She was worried and wanted to say so many things, but it was best if Ron just slept without disturbance. Not a single person saw this coming, and Ron had to be taken care of now. Her own children's sadness would be cured, but she, as a mother, would help ease this young man's pain and suffering, while being his guide into the world. He was hurting, mentally and phyiscally, and everyone would have to do their part by giving love and support. Gina gave the button on the elevator a tap, calling it to her floor, so that she might get her two younger children and head home for now. She knew neither wished to say in this depressing place, and she still had to tell them of Ron's parents, and that everything isn't 'all ok'. She had to tell Kimberly soon before she found out somehow else...to her daughter, not telling her of it was the same was lying to her. With a little sigh of thought, she boarded the elevator and took it downstairs, walking to the cafeteria.
"Hi mom", Kimberly said in a soft way, still feeling pretty sick. Craig had gotten some pepto for her, but the feeling wouldn't go away, so she just ended up curling up a bit on her seat. Craig turned his head around when she said that, getting up with his own greeting.
"Hey...what's the word?", he asked.
"We're headed home for a while. Julia's going to stay with Ron and keep him comphy...he's asleep now", their mother answered, being it was what she needed to say in the first place. Their voices were sadder and lower then they would usually be, and with very good reason...it was a glum group of dragons, with tails as still as leaves on a windless day. Kimberly got up from her seat with a paw on her tummy, taking a short moment to repress her illness before she started walking, heading out just behind her mother.
"Is Ron...gonna be alright?..", Craig quietly and somberly asked. He was really worried about him, knowing his ordeal was far more then it originally seemed to him. Gina looked over to him, getting the idea from his tone of voice that he knew, and replied with a silent nod.
"Kimberly know?", Gina whispered so quietly, it was like she only mouthed it. She guessed Julia told him when she came down, but she needed to know about Kimberly too. Craig closed his eyes a bit sadly, shaking his head in silence. He wasn't going to tell her himself...not when he wanted to lift her already hurting spirit, and also presumed his mother didn't tell her for a reason. From there, they walked quietly out of the hospital and to their car, with not one tailwag amoung them, even from the tip of the usually energetic tail of Kimberly. Gina felt pained that she'd have to tell someone else bad news too, knowing her little daughter would need to have this explained. She's so young, and the idea of this bloody and insane murder, taking the lives of Ron's parents, wasn't something she wished she had to tell her. Starting the car, they started their way back home to unwind their nerves and rid their minds of some of this depression.
Julia sat quietly, watching her wounded fionce sleep. His muzzle laid towards her from when he spoke to her mother, and his face was calm now. Sleep was mercy for him, letting his mind rest without pain. Julia made a tiny sniff, clearing her runny nose from all the times she had cried for him, and took a tissue from the side holster of his bed. She leaned over slowly, and carefully wiped the moist lines that remained from his dripping tears, making sure not to wake him. There was too little left in him to awake yet anyway, with his body weak and hurt, drained of it's energy through drugs and surgery. She wanted to make him more comfortable, knowing sleeping on his back couldn't be all too nice, but his neck looked supported by his pillows enough as his head and muzzle lied against the soft, fluffy white. He deserved the best, but all that was delt to him were unlucky hands, making his life a struggle. Ron was always so happy and thoughtful, even while the whole world was screwing with him for so long. Julia tossed the tissue in the recepticle beside his tissue holster and gave Ron a peck on the end of his muzzle, sitting back down to watch him sleep.
Gina pulled into her driveway as softly as she could, knowing her daughter's stomach was upset. The moment the car stopped, the pressure crushing her seemed to start subsiding, knowing everything was ok for the moment. Ron was sleeping and had his loving girl's company, while her other two children were comfortably home to let their tattered nerves rest. Even she herself felt like a nap after having her heart race for so long, noticing she was tired when she stepped out of the car, into the cold snow. She decided to leave the car in the driveway, so she could leave easily later, with whoever would come. Julia couldn't stay there the whole time, and most certainly not by herself. She wandered inside into the warmth of their home, finding everything as it was when they dropped what they were doing and ran. She went right into her room and onto her bed, sprawled out on her back with a sigh, before she got up and took off her shoes for the moment. The house was so quiet without the whole happy family, and this was the last thing she wished everyone had to endure right after Christmas. Gina left her room to see how her kids were doing, still concerned about her two younger ones, and especially Kimberly. Craig's door was shut, so she guessed he wanted a little bit of quiet time, and didn't disturb him. Kimberly however, made her location known even before she walked away from her son's door. Gina ran the few steps to the bathroom doorway, finding her grasping the sides of the toilet and coughing up most of what she ate today.
"You poor thing..", Gina said sympetheticly, walking in slowly and rubbing her daughter's back as she spit the last of the foul taste out of her mouth. Kimberly panted exhaustedly with a set of tears going down her muzzle from the stress of her body. Her mother reached over to the wall and got a small rag, handing it to her after she wiped her eyes with the back of her paw, taking deep breaths. Gina watched her wipe her muzzle and flushed the toilet for her, sad to see her girl sick like this.
"I think it's more then nerves", Kimberly said, still panting, standing up fully. Her mother kept a comforting arm around her, rubbing her arm as she cuddled her. Now that she had done that, there wasn't any fear of her nerves getting her any sicker right now. Gina decided that now was the time to tell her everything.
"Just have a seat for a moment Kim", she asked of her, flicking the door shut with her left paw as she helped Kimberly down, sitting together. Gina looked at her sadly, snuggling her close for this, and with her daughter's lacking energy, she appreciated the love. "There's something I need to explain to you", she began on a solumn note, with her tone of voice already saying it was bad news. Kimberly looked up from her mother's side with a bad kind of curiosity, eager to find out what else was wrong. She wanted to just rest her head on her mother's side, but she was afraid now to what this might be...she really didn't want things to be worse. "..Kim, you see...", Gina tried to begin, but had difficulty trying to figure out how to put this lightly to a child. "What happened to Ron, is really more then you know..", she just kept trying, keeping her motherly tone in her confusion of what to say. Sure Kimberly was unfortunately experienced in such harsh realities, but it didn't make this any easier..not when she cared so much about her family..and she was only twelve.
"What do you mean? What happened?", Kimberly slowly asked, worried now more then before. She knew she didn't hear the story, and it never really was her concern. Ron himself was all she was worried about, so the thought never really crossed her mind...until now.
"When Ron went to his parent's house today, he found his mommy hurt by his dad and they fought it out. They both hurt eachother, but Ron went to get his mother away when he knocked him down for a few moments...but you see, his dad came back and shot him and...", Gina found to say, hoping this wouldn't hurt her too much, and choking near the end. Kimberly looked shocked and appauled already, unable to believe his father would shoot his own son, not to mention very sad for everything he's going through. Her mother felt pained to finish this conversation, knowing how close Ron was to her. Kimberly adored him after he saved her life, slowly and certainly becoming a part of their loving family. To her, he might as well have had the same last name. "He shot his mom too...in the head...before he killed himself", she finally said with a sniff at the end, not wanting to do this. "Ron's mommy died right beside him...I'm sure she felt no pain...I'm real sorry to tell you this Kim, because I know how much you care about Ron..", she said almost tearily, holding her daughter close, as she started crying lightly against her side in utter sickness and sympathy for someone she loved so much.
"How could this happen!! Ron's so nice, why did his daddy do this to them!? He only has us left now! It's not fair, he deserves to have a mommy!! How can he sand to live with what happened?!", the poor Kimberly shouted in her tears, making herself cry harder as she went, thinking how he must feel. Shot by his own father to try and kill him, and having his mother die right at his side in cold blood before his father took his own life...he has no mommy...no daddy...he was left all alone. Kimberly felt the most incredible pain, thinking of such anguish...if she lost her mother, she'd never get over it...left all alone without those she loved most dearly. Gina snuggled her close, rubbing her reassuringly in her motherly way, knowing her youngest daughter would take such a thing hard.
"It'll be ok Kim, we're here for him...I'll be his mommy too, and guide him through this. I'll do anything for all the times he's done something for my babies", her mother said in her assuring way, trying to comfort her, ending with a kiss upon her girl's muzzle.
"It still isn't fair...we're not his parents, and we can't ever take away the memories of what happened to them and him too", Kimberly sobbed ans sniffled. She knew she would be there for Ron, as the rest of her family, but Kimberly can't mask the true pain Ron is feeling that can't be magicly cured. Two important and loved lives were lost today, and one was hurting inside and out. Other's could hide such things from themselves, but Kimberly looks deeper then that, no matter how much it'll hurt her too.
"I know Kim, I know...Ron'll have to mourn and cope, but we're gonna help him with that, and I'll show him out of this. He needs us to be strong Kim, you know he'd get upset if you were crying", Gina told her, ending with a motherly smile.
Kimberly wiped her muzzle with a sniff, trying to calm herself. She felt urky and tired, having cried so much and being sorta sick at the same time. With all the anxiety, the nachos didn't sit well it seemed, and the toilet and her stomach knew that well. She felt better after vommiting it all up, but she knew the ill feeling was going to linger now. "When do I get to see him again?", she asked, feeling her head start to ache.
"Ron get's to come home in two days, but you can see him in the hospital. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you too. You're like a sister to him I think", her mother replied, giving her a little poke in her side to tickle at the end. "He'll come through, but we all have some work to do to see that he does. He needs our help and love now. I know it's unfair, and what happened to him is going to tear him apart before it heals, but we're gonna have to move on. Can't cry forever, he has so much happiness ahead in his life", she continued with a smile, putting her daughter to ease. She looked sad and miserable, but she needed to know. Kimberly replied to that with a hug and a sniff, stopping her tears.
"I'll go with you next time you go up to the hospital....I think I need to lie down for a while though", Kimberly sighed, feeling a dull ache in her head and stomach. Gina let her go and they got up together.
"Alrighty. Get some rest", her mother said lightly with a smile, as the two left the bathroom, going in seperate directions. Gina started walking back to the livingroom, wondering how Julia was doing. She loved him so much, and it was a wonderful thing for her to stay. She found Craig lying on the couch watching TV, so she went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee and relax for a while.
Kimberly went sluggishly into her room, flicking off the light as she went in. Her head hurt, and everything down to her tail was tired, and especially her stomach. She sat softly down on the side of her and Julia's bed, dropping her socks and jeans to the floor carelessly. She wasn't happy or well enough to even think about putting them aside nicely. It was a little chilly, and she really wanted to slip into her pajamas, but she didn't know how long she'd sleep and if she'd have to go later. She slid under her covers to get warm, curling up a bit to make her tummy comphy, keeping her tail close. With a sudden thought, she sat up and grabbed her purple dragon from beside her, cuddling it in her arms under the covers as she settled back in again. It helped to snuggle with the fuzzy soft dragon, thinking of Ron's happiness and kindness. Something to hug for love, or cry on for support. Either way, she wasn't going to be lonely. A piece of Ron would always be with her. Kimberly closed her eyes and tried to block out all the ache, keeping cuddled with her dragon, nuzzling it's muzzle against her neck. While dozing off, she realized something about her dragon. She had no name. "Well, why don't I call you....Asta, after my middle name", she whispered to the purple dragon, giving her a peck at the end of her muzzle when she decided the name fit. Kimberly hugged Asta close, nuzzling into a slumber, feeling like she had a close friend at her side.
The day grew later, and Gina continued to relax around the house with a lump in her chest that wouldn't go away. She was worried about Ron and Julia, thinking she would have called by now. It was past dinner time, and Kimberly hadn't even gotten up yet. Things were so off beat today, and Gina was finding herself more restless as time passed. She glanced out the window from her seat at the dinner table, seeing the sun was begining to set. Her gaze went away from the window with a saddened look, scanning around her home. Craig was in his room now, listening to the CD Ron had got him on his improved system, so Gina had been alone for a while. She got off her chair and walked down to the phone, placing her empty coffee mug next to it. The one Ron got her naturally. With a quick fish in her pocket, she pulled out a sheet of paper with the hospital's number and dialed, asking to be connected to Ron's room.
"Hello?", greeted Julia, answering the phone for Ron.
"Hey Jul, it's me", Gina said on a light note, not sure of what has gone on in that room since she left.
"Hi mom. Been kinda busy for a while down here", she replied, giving not such a sad sigh. Her mother was relieved, knowing she wasn't as heart broken as before. Must have had too much to worry about since then.
"You want me to head up there?", Gina asked, wondering if she would want her to come by.
"Nah, just relax for tonight. I wanna stay the night with Ron, and talk with him on my own. He woke up a while ago and he's off the saline stuff. The officer also came up and asked him some things. Ron's real sad and angry....he's been talking with his grandparents about his mom and dad. His mother's side wants nothing to do with the other and it's a big mess. His father's side is having his body flown to their state to burry him...they're trying to avoid us too I think. His other grandparents are coming down here though, and are having a service planned for the thirtieth. They're crying just as much as we are..", Julia told her, speaking softly.
Gina sighed, knowing the responcibility of all this was the last thing she wanted placed on that poor boy's shoulders. "He doesn't need this kind of pressure...you sure you don't want to come home and rest for a while? I can stay with him", she offered.
"Don't worry about me, I'll sleep fine with Ron an arm's reach away, and the nurse brought the both of us dinner. I can't leave him now...he's real upset", her older daughter assured her, speaking quietly and solumnly for her last sentence.
Gina wanted to come and see Ron for herself, to help him cope and show him what had to be done regarding these funeral plans, but she felt she should adhear to Julia's request. Maybe it was best for her to be alone with him for a while...she was the love of his life afterall. "Alright Julia, but I'll be there in the morning. Tell him to get better for me, and keep any more loads off of him. When will his grandparents be here anyway?", she said and asked.
"The day after Ron gets out, on the twenty-eighth. They're packing up and driving up here, and I already gave them the address to our house. They'll figure it out, since it's not too far from their daughter's house", Julia answered, having talked to Ron's grandmother on his behalf when he just couldn't speak anymore.
"Thanks Jul. Take care, and I'll see you tomorrow", Gina answered as happily as she could, which wasn't much.
"G'night mom", Julia nearly sighed, before the two hung up their phones. Gina placed the phone back on it's charger, grabbing her coffee mug. She walked around to the other side of the counter into the kitchen, washing her 'Gina' mug so she could use it in the morning. Before she could finish, she realized she wasn't going to be alone anymore when a certain daughter popped up from the hallway.
"How was Ron ma'?", Kimberly asked, making her way to the kitchen. She heard the end of the phone call, knowing she had news on Ron.
Her mother shut off the faucet and started drying the mug a bit. "Sad, but alright for now. Julia's taking good care of him, so we'll be headed there in the morning to see them", Gina answered in a more uplifting tone to put her worries aside.
Kimberly made a faint sigh, being anxious to see how he was doing and talk to him. "Ok. I'm gonna go get my pajamas on then if I'm not going anywhere", she said, heading back to the hallway to change. Gina was pleased that everyone's spirits weren't as crushed as they were before, but they still had a ways to go. Just because no one was crying didn't mean they weren't sad or hurt. She placed her mug gently on the counter beside her coffee maker, giving it a bit of a smile before walking out of the kitchen.
Julia gave the small cot the nurse wheeled in for her one last pat, having the bed made. They were being so kind to them, knowing Ron's trauma. Most of them even knew the name sometime before that, seeing it on TV or in the newspaper from being the 'hero' of the Trensetter kidnapping. She walked back around and sat back down on her chair, flicking off the light, making the room dim with the setting sun's orange. "How you feeling honey?", she asked lovingly, putting her paw on his.
Ron opened his eyes from sulking. "Terrible", he grumbled, turning his head on it's side, facing her.
Julia sighed, patting his paw. "This'll get better, I promise. What you're going through is hell, but you'll come out on top. I love you and I'll hold you..", she spoke comfortingly, holding his free paw in her two own.
"Jul stop..", he spoke quietly, nearly growling as he tiredly pulled his paw from her grasp. Julia didn't understand that sudden hostility, even though he was too tired and sad to make much of an action. "You know who is supposed to love and hold me while I grow up? My goddamn mother! She's been taken from me forever, after everything she has done for me!..", Ron nearly shouted in his anger, hating every fiber of his father as his eyes welled. Julia knew he was only venting, but she felt powerless to comfort his spirit in this state. "She would help me when I got hurt...if I fell while playing she'd make it better...if I was crying sadly, she'd cuddle me in her lap...if I was lonely, she'd get me a new toy to cheer me up...she cooked the best meals and told the funniest stories....she can't ever do that again..", the tormented Ron cried, thinking so deeply into his past, as that was the only place he could be with his mother. Julia choked back her own tears, watching him bawl his heart out, knowing his mother was only a memory. "That bastard took my mother!!", he shouted loudly with his eyes closed and dripping, using his most angriest tone.
"I'm sorry I can't make her come back, but I still want to help you and love you too..", Julia tried to comfort, stroking his neck.
"It ain't fair...she had done so many good and kind things, raising me to be who I am. She didn't deserve to die! My family is gone, my whole childhood is just a memory. I loved them both...my mother and father...why did he have to hurt her...why did he have to shoot me and her...WHY DID I LIVE?!!", Ron sobbed, growling out his words and tears, before one angry howl filled the room. Ron's paw gripped his sheets hard, crying into his pillow forcefully. Julia couldn't help a set of her own tears from going down her cheeks, unable to bear this any longer.
"Ron please, your mother's love wasn't in vain! You're the best person I have ever knowm, and I love you with all my heart! Your mom would be sad to see you tearing yourself apart..", Julia found herself near pleading, leaning close to her mate. Ron cried like a pathetic child, mourning for his mother's light heart. Her happy smile and love for hot chocolate...such things never again to be seen...things that time will forget, tucking it all away.
"I loved her, she didn't deserve to die...", Ron cried ever so lonely. "I shouldn't have lived, I should have saved her...I should be in the casket! I was there! I was at her side! She was in my arms Julia! She had done nothing to have her life taken by him...I only wanted to take her away, this is my fault! If I never showed up she would have been hurt bad, but she'd be alive!", he just kept sobbing, losing all grip with himself.
"Don't say that! You should have lived and you did! Ron we have a bright future together, with a wedding and children...your mom might have suffered the same fate whether you weren't there or not, but you were there for her Ron! You fought your hardest and you were there for her! She could have been all alone Ron..", Julia told him, crying lightly herself at all this.
Ron kept crying for several moments, before choking some tears back to speak. "I want to hug her and hear her again...I miss her Julia, it wasn't her time...she...she had the whole rest of her life to live...smiling and laughing", he cried lightly, running out of tears and the energy to cry them as the room grew darker with the setting of the sun at the horizon.
Julia brushed his muzzle with her fingers. "Look at this", she said at nearly a whisper, holding up the back of her paw. Ron opened his eyes a little wider to see through the blur. "This is our engagement ring. It means we'll be married, and I'll always be there for you. I can help make the pain go away, and I'm sorry about what happened. We can't change the past, but we can determine the future....you said your mom would have been so happy to see you marry and have kids...she might not be here in person, but she's in your heart. That's why you're so sad...your mother is crying because she can't cuddle you and make it all better. You care more about others then yourself Ron, and you're a perfect person, but for once...dig deep into your heart and think of yourself", she said as another set of tears dripped without a sob, as well as wiping Ron's muzzle of his tears. Ron stayed quiet, crying to himself, thinking about the love of his life's words.
"Thank you Julia...I don't deserve you either...I hope everything turns out ok, I really do. Sorry to make you sad..", Ron spoke through the remainder of his tears with a tiny smile, reaching up with his weak paw and wiping her cheeks. Julia made a small giggle, making a sniffle, seeing him think of her yet again.
"It's been a long day. Why don't you get some sleep. I'll be right beside you over here, so you'll never be alone ok?", Julia tried to say more upbeatly, heading around his bed to close the blinds to the room.
"I think I will...I love you Jul, you've done more for me then you'll ever realize", Ron said clearly, with his voice void of tears.
Julia closed his blinds and started for her cot to try sleeping this early. "Your mom would be proud you know. Good night honey", she smiled in the dark, dim room. She took off her shoes and slipped into her cot, finding that sleeping in a hospital was quite warm, especially with her pants and socks on.
"Good night Jul", Ron yawned after she tucked herself in, having fully placed his mind in the mood for sleep. Julia lied there in silence for a while, unable to sleep yet. She seen heard the breaths of Ron's sleeping, and a bit of comfort came over her...and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep too.
Gina woke up the next morning by herself. Kimberly had gone to bed late because of her nap, and Craig just couldn't sleep well, so neither were up at nine-thirty. She wanted a mug of coffee so bad, but she couldn't stand waiting anymore. It took a few moments of contemplation, but she went back into her room to get dressed nicely. She really did feel like Ron's mother now, worrying about him and wanting to care for him. So much was going on, she was surprised Ron didn't curl up and stop talking all together. Gina pawed through her dresser, putting on a nice T-shirt, jeans, and a bra to her discomfort. Promising herself she'd get a cup of coffee soon from the hospital, she did her last minute things and walked quietly out the front door so no one would be disturbed. The morning say was full of hazy clouds, leaving only a glow upon the houses and sparkling snow. Why can't we be a normal family and enjoy winter, Gina griped in her head. She wanted to watch Kimberly play in the snow, Craig hang out with his friends, and Ron and Julia smiling puppy dog like at eachother as they planned their future wedding. Blood and death totaly controdicted the suburb's light atmosphere, and it made Gina feel more alone as she drove through the streets. Happiness surrounded them, but their saddness wouldn't let them be a part of it. Gina only wanted everyone to have a good time, and such odeals kept interrupting their fun or family. First it was a kidnapping where her daughter nearly died and her son beaten, and now this. Time seemed to pass smoothly from when she left her car, taking a slow stroll into the hospital and to the elevator. It was much quieter in the morning, and she felt more at home this time. The door to Ron's room was infront of her in a minute, and with a slight hesitation to ready herself, she went in quietly.
"Hi Gina", Ron said with a small wave from his bed, looking much more awake since she last saw him.
"Hey Ron!", she replied in her perkiest of ways, wanting to make him as comfortable as she could. "Julia not up yet?", Gina then asked, seeing her daughter asleep on the cot across the room as she walked to the chair at his bedside.
"I'm awake, I'm awake..", Julia yawned from her cot, weakly pushing herself up and out of bed.
"Mornin' Jul. Why don't you head home for a while. Take a shower, get changed, and unwind a bit. I've got all morning, and I wanna talk with Ron too", Gina wondered of her daughter, knowing she needed to get away and get refreshed.
Julia grumbled, running her paws across her eyes and muzzle. "I'd like a shower very much", she said with a groggy smile. "I'll be back a little later Ron", she made sure to tell him while getting the keys to the car from her mother. Gina and Ron gave their goodbye as she left, leaving the two alone.
"How are you feeling today?", Gina asked, wanting for him to speak on a normal note, keeping her happy spirit. Ron cracked his neck and lied it on his pillow to look at her. What quickly pleased Gina, was that he had a smile.
"Better...It's just hard to cope, and these painkillers are getting annoying", Ron responded like he usualy would.
"I guess you and Julia talked. I heard you were really sad, so I've been worrying about you back at the house", Gina said with an obvious smile, incredibly happy to see things mending.
"Thanks Gina...I owe so much to all of you. I have a home and a family still. I don't want to burdon any of you with my grieving..I...I know I'll have to get over it. I'm actually sad that they're both gone...sure my dad was an ass, but, you know, he was..my dad. My mom I miss especially...she was a good woman Gina, she loved me a lot..", Ron spoke somewhat solumnly. After crying so much yesterday and everything before bed, he had started to accept what had happened, since nothing can be done. The least he could do for his mother is compose himself and lay her to rest...Julia's words stayed in his mind, giving him the strength he needed. His mother was his heart, and he didn't want to make her sad anymore, though some feelings couldn't be helped yet.
"I bet she was to raise a son like you. I can't tell you how happy I am to see you better. It hurt to see you like that", Gina told him with a smile, as a knock came upon the door before she finished that last sentence. She looked over towards the door, wondering why they didn't just enter. "Come on in!", she said loud enough for the person the hear. With a jingling of the doorknob, a male cougar in a fancy suit walked in with a smile to greet as he closed the door behind himself.
"Hello. Would you be Ronald Surret?", he asked, looking to make sure he had the right person, though he was nearly positive. Had to ask though.
"I am", Ron answered, wondering who this guy was. He had never seen him before in his life. The cougar set down his briefcase and walked over to the side of the bed Gina was sitting on, extending a paw in a handshake with Ron's only usable one.
"I'm Darwin Sanchez", the spotted cat introduced as Ron shook his paw. "I came over once I got the death certificate for your mother, Helen Surret. I'm her lawyer. Some time back, she had a will written secretly by our firm, so I'm here to present it to you", Darwin explained, going back over to his suitcase to get out the document. Ron was shocked. His mother had a will?! Gina didn't get the secret will thing either, but she sorta guessed why she had it done.
"My mom had a will?", Ron asked confusedly. He thought his parents were too young to have such a thing done.
"I think your mom might have taken the precaution just in case something happened to her...or if she thought there was the possibility she'd be hurt by your father someday", Gina just sort of told him, knowing she really might have been worried that this event would happen someday possibly. Ron growled in his head, thinking she shouldn't have taken the chance if there was the tiny chance she could be seriously hurt but...he knew it was like his mother to take precautions for his well being.
"That's why most people have secret wills written really, or to hide the contents of it. You come to us, get it done, and we keep it hidden away until it's needed. Your father had no will, so this one has all the legal rights", the lawyer added, getting out the will to be read. Gina was anxious to see what it said, but Ron was still baffled over this. Darwin took a few steps to the end of the bed, holding up the paper with his reading glasses on. "I, Helen Surret, proclaim that all the family assets be given one-hundred percent to my husband, Gerald Surret, in the case that my death is purely natural. If my passing is by foulplay, or Gerald is no longer alive to accept, all assets are transfered to my son, Ronald Surret", he read, giving a burst of unexpected joy to both Ron and Gina at the end.
"I own everything?!", Ron had to know, shocked to no end.
"That is correct. Your mother saw to it you wouldn't be left aside if this sort of thing happened. According to this, all bank accounts are to be changed to your ownership, as well as vehicles, the house, and all property", he answered, returning the paper to his briefcase when he was done. Ron couldn't belive it. His parents had a lot of money, being researchers and all...he was rich...but still without a treasure more important then money.
"I don't think you have to worry about bills for a while..", Gina just kinda said, very happy his mother didn't leave him without crutches. He could pick up his life because of that.
"I'll call if I have anything you need to take care of. Good day", the cougar said with a smile, heading out of the room and leaving the two dragons to themselves again.
"So what do you want to do with all this Ron? I'm here for you if this gets to be too much, I really don't want you to be pressured by this legal crap", Gina asked him, turning their gazes back to eachother.
Ron took a short pause. "I'm putting everything I wanna keep in storage, and I'm selling the rest, including the house and the two cars...I don't want to move Julia and myself in after what happened in there...I don't ever want to step foot in that house again. Once the house is released from the authorities, I'm going to have everything moved out, then it's going up for sale. The cash'll pay for our house and a new car..", he started planning, admiting his fear of his old home. His eyes would never leave the part of his home that was completely bathed in blood...he'd go insane.
"My home is yours. You can stay as long as you need. You're gonna be my son-in-law afterall! You know, if it was any other guy that proposed to Julia when she was only seventeen, like I had done to me, I would have slammed their tail in a door. I trust you as much as any of my children, and I know you'll be the best husband. Just take everything slow, I'll help you through all this. I'll help you in getting a house or having one built once you're both married and the whole job and college thing...speaking of which, what are your plans?", Gina supported and giggled, suddenly realizing she didn't know what he wanted to do after high school.
"I'm going to Chambridge University. I was going to take up my parent's profession as a science researcher, and I'm still going to do it", Ron answered, thinking about his future.
Gina was somewhat shocked, not knowing he got into Chambridge. "Ron, that's great! You didn't tell me you got into a university, and I sure didn't know you were into that stuff!", she cheered happily. He and Julia were even better off then she thought!
"Yeah, I don't really speak of those things...seems like annoying bragging to call myself a genious. I sure wouldn't have proposed to your daughter without a plan", Ron said, almost laughing at the end.
"Just make sure you don't have any kids too early like I did. I wanna make sure my kids learn from my mistakes, but I see no error at all in you proposing to Julia. I hope I don't have to push her to get her in college either", Gina went on in a conversational mood, feeling as if normality was coming back to them for a short while.
"She said she wanted to go to work once we got a house, and get ready to be a housewife", he chuckled. "I told her that was alright. I'd be making enough to support us great, and I'm going to put some of my parent's money aside for while I'm still in college...they actually have a lot of money", he explained, admiting his parent's wealth and his currently overwhelming financial state.
Gina smiled. "Sounds like that'll work for you. Maybe Craig or Kimberly will be my rich child", she joked. Both their spirits felt whole again, and Ron felt a lot of weight off of himself. Gina really was like a mother..
"You're so understanding...I expected to get chewed out at least once for something after proposing to Julia", Ron admited.
"You haven't done anything wrong. You're planning ahead and taking it slow, getting a very bright future set. I couldn't be more proud of you for being so mature...any other person your age would be hitting on every single girl, getting drunk daily, and be doing drugs with their giant groups of friends. You though...you quit smoking, you barely drink anymore, and not once have I ever seen you hit on another girl. You've focused everything on being a responsible adult, and you do this not only for yourself, but for others", Gina complimented, giving her reasons for being so proud and trusting of him.
"Thanks", he said sorta embarassedly, taking compliments in a shy way. "I'd do anything for Julia, and I've done my best to please you too", Ron then added.
"And you've done a fine job. I'm gonna go run and get some coffee before I go nuts, I'll be back in a few minutes ok?", Gina said in an upbeat way, happy to speak of something other then death and gore, as she hopped from her chair for the door. Gina left the room with a tap as the door lightly made contact with the frame, and he snuggled his head into his pillow a bit. Julia fixed his spirit, and now Gina just fixed it even more...he didn't even think it was possible. His fionce and his second mother...he really wasn't alone at all. She made him laugh and think about something else. He wished his poor mother was still here, so she could see how much he was loved.
The rising sun broke through a few clouds, sending a shining light down to the earth. A ray of warm sunshine came in through the window, lighting up the room and landing upon Kimberly's muzzle. Her muzzle twitched from the itchy warmth of the sun, waking up slowly from the orange light. With a slide on her hip, she got upright and rubbed her adjusting eyes, getting out of bed. On her way to get some clothes, she glanced over to Julia's clock, surprised at the time. She didn't expect to sleep till past ten. She removed her pajamas and panties, getting a whole new set of clothes, since she knew no one was around. Fully clothed with a dark pair of jeans and a designer t-shirt, she dressed nice expecting to be going to the hospital this morning. Feeling more awake, she opened her door and left her room to see if her mom was up yet. Who she found, she didn't quite expect.
"Mornin'. When did you get home?", Kimberly asked her older sister once she went to the livingroom and found her watching the morning news.
Julia looked over her shoulder a bit as Kimberly came around to have a seat on the couch. "When mom went up to the hospital, I took the car back to take a shower, have breakfast, and get changed. I'm surprised I didn't wake you earlier, you were out like a light when I came into the room to pick out my clothes", she answered her sister as she sat down beside her. Kimberly wasn't aware her mother left already, and was kinda irritated she left without her, but she was really sleepy and all.
"Are you going back there soon?", Kimberly then asked.
"I'm going in a few minutes. I'm guessing you want to come with?", Julia replied, getting the idea from the question and her clothes that she wanted to go.
Kimberly gave a nod. "Yup. I'll go get my shoes and socks on", she said, getting up off the couch for her room again. Julia flicked the television off and got up herself, going over to the kitchen. She grabbed a pen and the notepad her mother kept on the counter for writing notes, and started to write one for Craig. Didn't want to leave him by himself and not say anything. With the last touches on the note, Kimberly was all ready to go, and she grabbed her keys. Both tightened their coats before they left, going out to their car. Kimberly strapped herself in and Julia pulled out of their driveway, headed for the hospital to be with their fallen family member. They were going to get him out today, once they had Dr. Pierce's approval.
"You know Kim, I haven't talked to you since we left the house yesterday. How have things been at the house?", Julia said once they were on the road, wanting to spark conversation.
"Alright I guess, just really quiet. I was sleeping most of the time though...I got real sick yesterday", Kimberly said, relaxing on the passenger side chair, giving her tail a few taps by her left foot.
"Sorry to hear that. You feel better though, right?", Julia wanted to know, being concerned about her little sister. Didn't need more then one ill person afterall.
"Yeah, I'm feeling ok", she replied, watching the road ahead and all the cars. "Is it hard to drive?", Kimberly asked curiously, looking over to Julia. She never drove with her often, so this wasn't something she really thought of asking before.
"It's simple really when you get used to it. Just takes practice, since I failed the test twice you know", Julia answered her, giving a car that flew by her an awkward look, surprised someone was driving faster then she was.
"I know, but I didn't know if you failed because it was hard or if you were stupid", Kimberly joked, giving her tail another tap, liking the speed they were at, though it made her slightly nervous.
Julia gave her a look. "I'd smack you, but it would be improper for me to take my hands off the wheel", she just sort of answered, making a turn.
"It's also improper to speed, but that doesn't stop you", Kimberly kidded again. Julia gave her a light smack upside her head, causing a laugh.
"Guess you're right", Julia joked herself. It wasn't long before the two girls reached the hospital and got out of the car together, walking through a pair of automatic doors into a nice warm place. Kimberly started unbuttoning her coat as they walked to the elevator, leaving it open for now so it could be taken off in the room. After a brisk elevator trip up the elevator and a walk down a hallway of white, they walked casually into Rom's room without a doubt.
"Julia, good timing!", her mother exclaimed from Rom's bedside. "Oh, hi Kim", she added while getting up, seeing her youngest walk in as well, putting down her coat.
Kimberly watched her excited mother from the doorway for a moment, wondering what was so great. "Dr. Pierce just checked his wound and said he's fine, so we can take him home now. I'm going to go and fill out the release forms, could you go to Dr. Pierce down the hall and get his perscription paper?", Gina said to Julia, looking to get Ron out of this place.
"Sure thing", Julia aknowledged, going to the door with her mother.
"We'll be back in a bit you two", Gina said on her way out, giving a happy smile before closing the door. Kimberly went to Ron's bedside and lept up with a hug, ever so happy to finally see him again.
"I'm happy to see you too Kim", Ron chuckled, huging her back with his free arm. Kimberly stayed partially on the bed, with her head not far from Ron's chest, thinking he looked funny in a hospital gown, though he kept a blanket covering most of himself to stay warm.
"So how are you? I've been really worried and sad..", Kimberly asked, giving the sympethetic tone, half-sitting beside him on the bed.
Ron smiled, shifting his tail as he moved over on his bed. "You can sit up here too, there's enough room", he said in his friendly way. Kimberly got her legs up, sitting beside him, keeping her tail danging off the side for more room. "I'm doing better now Kim, just a little lingering sadness is all", he said in a slightly upbeat way, not wanting Kimberly to worry about him.
"That's good I guess...I'm really sorry about your mom and dad..", she said lightly, feeling bad for his ordeal.
"I'm sorry too..", Ron sighed. "Thanks for caring Kim, it means a lot to me", he relented his surge of sadness, repressing it for her. He reached to his side and grabbed his dragon, putting him in his lap. "I've kept my dragon close too. It helps me remember my parents, and with all of you taking such good care of me, I'm not lonely in the least", he told her, letting her know that bringing him his old dragon was an appreciated gesture.
"I'm happy...I was really sad to hear you were hurt...I cried for a while and I was worried that you could have been killed", Kimberly said in a relieved way, admitting how upset she was when she first heard the news. Ron felt sympethetic for her, knowing she was pretty young and cared about him a lot. He put his arm around her and held her comfortably like a big brother.
"I'm going to be fine Kim, I'm sorry you were so upset. How have you liked your dragon plushie?", Ron assured her, looking to get her and his own mind off of those things. He took his arm back around and placed it on his right leg, while Kimberly turned her head to him.
"She's real cute and soft...she helped me think of you and made me feel better. I kept her with me while I slept, and I didn't feel lonely or so sad. Her name's Asta, after my middle name", Kimberly said on a happy note, still appreciating what he did. Whether it was it's soft fuzzy side to cry on, it's muzzle to tickle her's, or it's whole plush self to hug, the purple dragon was there for her, even when the person who gave it to her could not be. She could tell in Ron's voice that he was doing alright, and every nerve that had been choking her spirit in worry, started to release their grasp.
"I'm glad you like her, and that she's the kind of help my little dragon is for me", Ron smiled, patting his green dragon's head. "I'm just sorry you needed her like that, since it's really my fault your Christmas is ruined. You all should have been having fun, not running around worried and crying...I feel bad for being such a burdon on you", he sighed, knowing they didn't deserve the weight of his saddness and the trouble he carried with him. Kimberly hugged Ron with a quick motion and gave him a surprise kiss on the side of his muzzle.
"It's only because we love you", Kimberly smiled and told him in the most sisterly of ways.
Ron didn't have to supress anything at all to smile after that. "Thanks Kim, I love you too", he said sincerely, appreciating her comfort.
Craig wandered out of the bathroom, seeing the house empty. He had just awoken, and he was still somewhat groggy, even though he had been awake for nearly four minutes already. His ears told him that no one was home, and he was really surprised to have slept till eleven-twenty. In his wander, he noticed the note sitting on the kitchen counter, presumably for himself. Craig flicked on the kitchen light and picked up the note. 'We're all at the hospital. Not sure when we'll be back, but Ron'll be coming with us. Just wanted to let you know. Love, Julia...P.S: Sorry about yesterday, I was just upset'. He was happy she appologized, knowing exactly what she was appologizing for. He wouldn't have held anything against her, but it was good to know she'd say it anyway. Craig placed the note in the trash, having had read it, and went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. As soon as he grabbed one and went to close the fridge, the front door startled him. His mother came in with a slightly hasty pace, before she noticed him when the fridge closed.
"Hey Craig. I had to come back for clothes for Ron, Julia and I didn't think of bringing a pair before", Gina greeted her son, putting the car keys on the counter.
"So he's ready to come home now?", he asked, opening the cap to his water.
"Yeah, Julia and I took care of everything. The doctor is cleaning the wound one last time to make sure no infection starts, so he'll be all set once I bring him some clothes", his mother replied. "I gotta go to the bathroom first though", she then said, starting around the counter for her room.
"I'll take care of it", Craig offered, taking a swig of his water while leaving the kitchen for the hallway.
"Thanks", Gina said as she pushed open her ajar door, sure she'd get back to the hospital quicker now. Craig carried his bottle of water down the hallway to Ron's room, walking in as the door had been left open in Kimberly's haste yesterday morning. He set the water on top of his dresser and started scanning his drawers, picking out a pair of jeans he wore often, and to his personal displeasure, a pair of underwear. Tucking the articles under his arm, he walked over to the closet and picked out one of his shirts. Before he left, he decided to get a pair of socks as well, just in case the doctors didn't save those, and the jacket Gina had gotten him for Christmas. Ron walked out with his old one before, since the new one's tags hadn't been taken out yet. Good thing, else it would have had a big hole in it. Craig grabbed his bottle of water off the dresser with his free paw on the way out, using his tail to close the door a tad as he walked out. He set the pile of clothes on the dinningroom table and folded them so his mother could carry them easily, and handed her the pile once she came back from the bathroom.
"Get some lights on in here, and the TV. Don't want the house to seem dreary for Ron when he finally get's home. We'll all be back soon, so I'll see you in a bit", Gina asked of him as she grabbed her keys and went off for the door.
"Alright. See ya' soon ma'", Craig replied, giving his goodbye. The front door closed once again, and he took another gulp of his water while walking into the livingroom, flicking on a light and the TV. He'd plug in the Christmas tree's lights if it had any. They didn't take it down till after New Years. Once Craig was comfortable that the house looked lively, he sat down on the couch and put on Comedy Central. Now the house was in Ron's style for certain.
Julia sat on her cot, reading Ron's perscription paper and the drug he's supposed to take. Kimberly was sitting on the other side of the room, on the chair beside the bed, chatting with Ron. They had been talking for quite the while, so Julia decided to take it easy and just review some things. A good nights sleep seemed to have turned everyone's spirits around, as well as all the love they had been showing Ron. She looked up from the paper to him, seeing his smile. That big dragon was like a warrior, fighting everything the world threw at him, and he still refused to fall. She was about to open her muzzle and say something to him, but the opening of the door interrupted her mind's thought.
"I'm back everyone. Time to get outta here", Gina walked in only a step from the doorway, smiling lightly with all of Ron's clothes under her right arm. "I have your clothes here Ron,", she said, setting the clothes down on a small table beside the door, "so you come on out here with me Kimberly so he can change", she looked up with a nod.
"Sure mom", Kimberly said with an enthusiastic smile, glad to be leaving this somewhat saddening place. Thier home would be a much better place for Ron to feel better, she knew. Julia sat where she was and gave her mother an aknowledging nod, seeing as she'd be the one to help Ron getting dressed. Kimberly walked out first and her mother right behind, closing the door quietly.
"Kim, I wanted to thank you for being so mature about this. I think you made Ron feel a lot better", Gina said softly as her paw left the doorknob.
Kimberly coulda blushed, and it took her a moment to respond, "I'm just being me". The two girls didn't have to wait all too long, and in minutes they were already heading out to the car. One in more pain then the others, but all the cheery attitudes evened it all out.
"So nice to be out of there..", Ron sighed comfortably, even though he was just in Gina's car. After his ordeal, he gained more gratitude for what he had and valued his life more as well. He loved his home, which was the Trensetter's. Everything that seemed ordinary, like this car, just seemed to shiny and homely. The thought that 'you are meant to be dead and you aren't' changes the way you see everything. Colors are warmer, life is more lively. One look around this car, and he knew he had much to be grateful for. The car ride wasn't noisy, and Ron knew they were making in comphy intentionally, especially with Julia resting lovingly on his uninjured shoulder.
Craig loafed on the sofa with an anxious lump in his chest. He was on his back, idly watching the TV and looking about. "Blahdy blady blah blah", he groaned at the TV, flipping through channels of nonsense and crap. For a dragon who looked so bummed and tired, Craig sure as hell lept from the sofa when he heard his mom's car. "Bout damn time!", he said for his own amusement, heading to the door and opening it.
"Hi Craig!", Kimberly said as she scampered into the house past him. He would have turned around and chuckled at her if he wasn't busy watching a sight he'd sure missed.
"Welcome home you tough bastard", Craig grinned as Ron and Julia came up the walkway.
"And you can't guess how nice it is to be in here again", Ron said just as happy and cheery, though he felt so soft and light. The feeling and scent of home overcame him as he stepped inside, making him feel nearly drowsy in his comfort. Home at last!
"Hey Kim, S-..", Gina began to say as she walked in, but saw no sign of her youngest daugher. "Hey Kim!", she called out.
"Yeah ma'?", Kimberly responded a moment after from the hallway after another audiable scamper beforehand.
"Sheila and another boy are outside. Why don't you go out and play for a while?", she smiled, thinking she needed some time for herself since she'd been so busy worrying about Ron and not having any time to be with her friends.
"Okee", Kimberly smiled back, seemingly full of a child's playfulness now that Ron was home and he was alright. Gina gave her a kiss atop her muzzle and shut the door after her daughter said she'd be back later. As many issues she could have with her friends, they'd always make up and wounds would heal.
"Dear?", Julia said from behind the sofa, where Craig and Ron were sitting. "I wanna take you someplace for a few", she said in a calm and relaxed way. Ron didn't know what she meant and all, but got up anyway. Julia grabbed the car keys from the counter as her mother went to her room and waved for Ron to follow.
"Leaving already?", Craig chuckled. "Have fun. It's great to have you back", he said quite happily from his seat. Everything was finaly alright on Craig's end as well.
"Thanks a lot Craig. We're going to the cafe later too, so I hope you feel up to kicking a few back", Ron grinned and proceded to follow his fionce.
"See you soon you two", Gina smiled in more comfortable clothes as she walked out of her room. She'd been through so much crap lately, and really her entire life, but she still holds that smile and love of her's strong. Ron and Julia waved and said a quick goodbye on their way out the door, going out to the car and getting into it.
"So where are we going Jul?", Ron asked with a curious notion as the car started and he fastened his seatbelt carefully, trying not to hurt his shoulder.
"You'll see..", she grinned, getting out of the driveway and setting off, waving to Kimberly as they drove by Sheila's house, since they were all sitting on the front lawn. Ron could tell from that grin he wouldn't be able to get anything out of her on the subject, so he relaxed and enjoyed the ride, which happened to take about twenty five minutes though some scenery, till the two arrived at something that looked like a park. Ron looked around as he slipped out of the car and closed the door, seeing a few loose red picnic benches and lush green trees and grass. Looked to be a barbacuing spot or something of the sort. "C'mon, follow me", Julia almost giggled walking quickly up the grounds. Ron just had to smile at her while he followed, not as fast. He watched ahead as he walked uphill slightly, seeing Julia take a set at the highest point he could see. Ron sat down beside her, and saw why she took him here. The sight was beautiful. They were atop a not too high cliff, overlooking a glistening lake. The whole area was empty and serene, looking romantic and full od life. The smell and gentle sounds made Ron's heart feel almost at ease, though there was a small dense lump in there too. So much life can also remind the survivor of the lives lost.
"It's real nice sweetie", he smiled at her affectionate look she was giving, and the two cuddled with one another gently.
"And to think we're enguaged, and everything that's happened the past week..", Julia said with a bit of a hug against her dragon's side. Ron stared out upon the water, thinking.
"I know..", he replied softly.
"I'm so sorry for what's happened to you..", Julia said near sadly, keeping her arms and paws in an embrace, putting her muzzle against his soft and bandaged shoulder, "..but I love you, and I offer that love forever..", she nearly whispered, a tear quietly going down her muzzle. Such a tough time it's been..but they'd come through. Ron smiled ever so softly and rested his own muzzle upon her own, matching a pair of silent tears. One tear of mourning, and another of everlasting love. | FSE |
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