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Just your average night in A Chelsea Tail What a shitty day, Chelsea thought as she struggled with the key in her door lock, fumbling with the sticky deadbolt. With a hard snap it finally released and she was able to open the door. She sighed heavily as she started to kick off her shoes and dump her purse and keys on the small table in the entry way.
A quiet “merp” and the soft padding of feet let her know that Clyde had noticed her arrival. He quickly wound himself around her ankles, purring and chirping at her. She dangled her fingers to give him a chin rub and a few pets. He batted playfully at her long hair.
Stepping carefully, she made her way into the kitchen, with Clyde bounding behind her. He promptly ignored her admonishments and jumped up on the counter. Normally she’d tell him no or down and he’d ignore her, so she just chose not to bother. He responded by starting to clean his chest with his long pink tongue.
Where’d she gone wrong? Life was hard enough, but why did she have to have such a shitty boss on top of everything? It didn’t use to be so bad. She missed her old boss, he at least treated her like she was human. The new lady? She seemed to have it out for her. Nothing she did was ever good enough.
As much as she wanted to grab the ice cream in the freezer, she knew she needed to eat properly tonight. Lunch had been bar-b-que and she had to skip. She was certain that was her new bosses doing, trying to make her as uncomfortable as possible. She popped open the fridge and grimaced. She’d never through shed be so tired of lettuce. This diet sucked.
Pulling out the two types of lettuce, some cucumber, radishes, carrots, and some sprouts she set to work making a quick salad. The onions and bell pepper she left in the crisper for another night. It occurred to her that she was way too hungry if she was willing to do this before even getting her bra off. Damn. Thankfully she had a front clasping bra on, and she undid her blouse enough to pop the snaps holding her pendulous breasts. Breathing a sigh of relief as the ungodly device let them loose to sway freely.
Thankfully she’d learned to keep her blinds shut, at least as far as Clyde would allow. So, she wasn’t all that concerned with anyone seeing her trotting around her apartment with her nipples hanging out.
Once the salad was done, she set it aside and went to change properly. A rough day like this was definitely in need of comfier attire. She quickly shed her dress, struggling to get it over her hips a bit, and left the blouse beside it. Her bra she hung on the door knob. It always boggled her mind how big it looked when she took it off. She absently rubbed on of her breasts where it’d dug in with the support wires. She looked around her bed, being careful to not stop on several of Clyde’s toys, to find where he’d pulled her big robe off the chair and turned it into his next. Shaking it out she slipped into the soft comfy folds of fabric. It bunched up on her back a bit, so she spent a few seconds adjusting it and the ties before heading back into the kitchen to grab the salad.
Clyde had moved on and was now staring at some dust motes. She just smiled at him. He’d be over to see her soon enough when she settled in.
Settling in she tucked herself up on the couch, pulling her feet up to stretch out along its length while she leaned on the arm-rest. Salad in one hand, she snapped on the television and began flipping channels. News, news, news, sitcom, stupid show, ugh. Never anything good on. The streaming services were little better, but sadly she’d caught up on most of her shows over the weekend. She ended up watching a game show as she ate the salad, which she figured was her one thousandth in a row. God lord was she sick of salads.
Setting aside the now empty dish, her thoughts returned to the ice cream. Maybe later.
The gameshow droned on, it wasn’t very good, and the contestants were idiots. Thankfully her phone beeped at her, distracting her with a brief conversation with a guy she liked. He wasn’t all that good at the conversation thing, but he definitely was hot. She figured she’d let him take her out for a date or two before she decided to jump his bones. They made plans for Saturday. He was probably just in it for the sex, but hell, why not enjoy it herself?
Clyde had joined her on the couch by now and was curled up with her. His soft purrs while she rubbed his head were nice. But he did have a tendency to knead into sensitive places. She winced more than once when his claws caught particularly tender spots.
The phone rang this time. She glanced at it, muted the TV, and picked it up.
“Hi, mom.”
“Hi, darling! How’s my little girl?”
“I’m fine.”
“You doing okay now days? It’s been a long time since you’ve been back to see us.”
“Yeah, I’m alright, but you know how expensive plane tickets are for me. I promise I’m working on getting some money for a trip back to see you and dad.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful! Do you think soon?”
“Maybe?” “Honey, you need to make it back some time. We’re just dying to see you. It’s been years!”
“I know mom, almost three years, I promise I will come back to see you two. I wanted to make it to Dad’s sixtieth this fall if I could.”
“He’ll be so happy to hear that! We love you angel; we really want you to come home for a good long stay.”
“I know, mom.”
The conversation moved on for a while, small doings of the family and friends back in South Dakota. It seemed all so remote from her right now, sitting in her 8 th floor apartment in Boston. After a while her mother finally got done talking, they said their goodbyes and she hung up.
She glanced at the screen, 7:54. Damn, where’d the time go? She patted Clyde before gently removing him from the couch so she could get up. She took her bowl into the kitchen, rinsed it out, and put it in the dishwasher.
She grabbed her pump from under the sink and a new jug and settled herself on the couch. It was a bit of a stretch to connect all the tubes, and she fumbled with the last one. Still she’d gotten used to this nightly ritual. Slowly she turned on the device and felt the soft pulling suction on her nipples start. Followed by an equally sensitive pull on her udder’s teats. She shifted her legs, all four of them, to better allow the device to do its work, and fantasized about maybe having that nice young man suck her teats too. Her tail swished lightly, and she carefully laid her head down to avoid piercing the fabric with her small horns. She checked each of her four breasts for leaks, and finding none, settled in to watch old reruns while the machine did its work.
It’d been an interesting three years, but she wouldn’t change being a cowtaur for anything, even if it did mean endless salads and daily milking. She had to admit, the milking sessions were pretty damned enjoyable. She hoped her parents weren’t going to be too shocked when she showed back up on the farm. Clyde didn’t really care, he just padded at her udder, and made it clear that he’d like some milk too.
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Title: Beneficially HIS
Tags: behavior past, george home, orgasm george, call george, head george, george made, panic attack, ragged breathing, vibe clit, george started
*Author’s Note: This is a retelling (from the woman’s point of view) of my husband’s (Lime) story, “The Benefits of Reading,” so if it seems familiar, please bear with me.*
Yes, I admit it. I’m a slut, but not a drop to my knees for any hard cock slut. No, I’m his slut, my husband’s slut, George’s slut. But it’s our secret.
Walking down the street, everyone would take me for the conservatively dressed, former librarian I appear to be, although they might be perplexed by the contented smile, as opposed to the overly serious disposition I ought to wear.
Only Superman could see that I’ve shaved my pussy and replaced my dowdy underwear and pantyhose with a lacy demi-cup bra, hi-cut panties, garter belt and stockings. I tried wearing a thong – once – but I couldn’t get over that feeling of having a permanent wedgie; even tried going pantyless, only to learn of the dry cleaning bill that would run up.
Woops! I lied (sorry). My best friend Jane (and I suppose, her husband Bill) know my wicked ways, but she is the one responsible for my enlisting into this secret slut society, thereby doubling the membership. Since she is the founder and president, what does that make me? The recording secretary?
It started so innocently just a few months ago, although it seems a lifetime.
Jane and I got together weekly with my mother and some of mom’s friends, whom I’ve known as long as I can remember. We all have an interest in the crafts of sewing, needlepoint and knitting. So it was convenient to meet weekly and dedicate time to our projects in a social atmosphere. We rotated hosting these little gatherings and a few weeks ago at Jane’s, I stayed behind after the others had left to see some curtains she had made for her bedroom.
While I was up there, I noticed this very plain looking book, entitled *At His Command* on her nightstand. Normally she read science fiction and best selling novels. Curious (and naïve), I asked her about it. Unabashedly, told me she and Bill had read it and that it had revolutionized their sex life.
“I had no idea sex could be this great!” she raved. “Sure, some of it seemed over the top at first, but once we got started, we became more adventuresome, and now…Well, why don’t you borrow it? Maybe you’ll see what I mean.”
“Our sex life doesn’t need improvement!” I protested defensively, perhaps too vigorously.
“Okay. Fine. Be that way. But wouldn’t you like George to be home more? You certainly moaned about that earlier today. Did you ever think that maybe he was bored? Honestly, how often do you guys have sex? Once a week?”
I was speechless. And pissed off too. Best friend or not, who the hell was she to meddle in my marriage?
“Once a month?”
No words would come, and the feeling was like bringing home a bad report card – you stand there, defenseless, knowing they’re right and nothing you could say would change the awful truth. And the awful truth was that I couldn’t remember the last time George and I had made love.
I mean, I knew it was about ten days ago, but was it Saturday or Sunday? Even worse, it was the same as the time before and the time before that. A little cuddling, some kissing and ..poof!...done! It’s not that I didn’t achieve orgasm, oh no, George always made sure of that, but it was routine, almost scripted.
“How long does it last?”
I could not tune out her words; they bore into me, invading territory that I was afraid to explore, but was now forced to venture.
“Are you trying to drive him into an affair, that’s where boredom…”
So there I stood, dreading each word, conjuring up painful scenarios of George’s ‘working late,’ paralyzed by the realization that my complacency was something much more significant than that D I gotten in French from that witch Madam Villiers.
I’ve always admired you’re ability to speak your mind, but damn it Jane, just this once, can’t you shut up?
I suppose it was inevitable, that unmistakable stab in my throat right before the tears filled my eyes.
At least Jane finally stopped hammering me.
“Oh god, Lyn, I’m sorry. I was hoping to share something wonderful with you and all I did was upset you. Guess I touched a nerve. My big mouth got me in trouble again!” She smiled slightly at our old joke.
It helped, but mostly freed my tongue. Slumping down, I sat on her bed. Then, blubbering and sobbing, I released a torrent upon Jan of all the thoughts, fears and doubts that moments ago had held me mute.
I am attractive, aren’t I? I may not be as thin (some said skinny) as when I got married, but I’ve still got a good shape. I exercise at home, maybe not as regularly as I should, but going up one bra size and adding an inch to my hips in our fifteen years of marriage isn’t so bad, is it? My tummy’s still flat, so I might even be more shapely. George had often remarked that he likes my shoulder length brown hair and the smattering a freckles across my small, slightly pointed nose and under my dark brown eyes. He still said I had the best legs in town. But those compliments came much less often these days.
Physically, George was the about same as the day we met and those soft hazel eyes melted my heart (and still did). His light brown hair had thinned a bit, but he’d kept his lean body in pretty good shape. At six-foot and around 190 pounds, he worked out several mornings a week to keep himself fit, but he wasn’t the well-chiseled body-builder type either; nor did I want that. So why didn’t I feel the same physical attraction I once possessed?
Did leaving work to become a fulltime housewife – what I thought I always wanted – and making lists of things in need of tending turn me into a boring nag? Is that what made work more attractive to George than me?
I know I still love him, but sometimes it seems the only things we share are an address and phone number!
Best friend that she is, Jane listened attentively, feeding me tissues. She reassured me that I still look great, but I wasn’t alone and that she had had similar feelings, just not as explosively.
Men, well what could she say, they’re funny creatures sometimes. That ‘breadwinner’ syndrome can sometimes drive them to obsess about work and lose sight of other equally important issues. With George having started his own business, it was a double whammy since he was responsible not only for my well being, but those of his employees as well.
Fortunately, Jane and Bill had found a solution before it became a crisis. But then again, she was also bold enough to go buy a book like that, while I surely would have died from embarrassment.
Finally, I stopped crying and managed to pull myself together. I apologized to Jane and started to leave. She pressed the book into my hand.
“Give it a try. If you don’t like it, just give it back to me next week.”
We said our good-byes. I drove home with my mind in knots. Part of me wanted to break loose and consider what Jane had said, while the sensible, respectable me strove to dismiss the whole matter and conveniently forget about it. By the time I was home, I had lost my nerve and promptly buried the book in my dresser.
It seemed that I had no sooner closed the drawer when the phone rang. It was Jane, just checking to see that I was okay. I assured her I was. She again apologized for upsetting me and told me all that she wanted was to try to share her newfound happiness, but I was in no mood for discussing it further. Fortunately, the call waiting tone sounded so I ended our conversation, but just before hanging up, Jane made me promise to read the book.
I just didn’t say when.
The other call was from George. He was going to be working late (again!). “Sorry, hon.”
Damn it! Why is everyone apologizing to me all of a sudden?
“Probably not until nine, maybe ten…No, don’t wait for me. Go ahead and eat. I’ll figure something out when I get home….Bye…Love you too.”
And so began my roller coaster journey into slutdom. My first response was to cry some more, feeling very sorry for myself. There it is again, “sorry.” God how I suddenly hate that word! Sorry your sex life is so boring, sorry you’ll have dinner alone again, sorry…Fuck it! I’m tired of being the object of so much sympathy!
With that, I took out the book. What the hell did I have to lose?
It was far from a Pulitzer Prize winner. The writing was simplistic and profane – very different from the subtlety of the romance novels I was accustomed to reading. But George was never going to be the hero from one of those, and truthfully, I could never play the part of the heroine either. So where does that leave me?
Maybe it was my self pity, maybe I was jealous of Jane, or maybe even pissed off at George, but the story (such as it was) gradually took hold of me. Mary, a sexually inexperienced, newlywed wife whose husband aggressively, but slowly, took her on a carnal journey. Each chapter detailing a progressively kinkier encounter and, initially, I could not bring myself to read more than the first chapter.
George couldn’t, wouldn’t want a woman like that!
But over my seemingly endless lonely nights, I grew bolder, wondering what it would be like to be forced to masturbate in front of my husband. To satisfy him orally – not just a little licking and sucking, but taking him deeply (into my throat?!) and swallowing?
It seemed so unnatural, and yet, I felt an increased sensitivity in my breasts and that unmistakable tingling between my thighs.
I started masturbating, at first just every few days, but then it became daily, and eventually several times per day. Not as I had done as a young girl, just impatiently diddling my clit and climaxing quickly.
Oh no, I explored my body, much as Mary’s husband was doing to her. I intentionally ignored my breasts and pussy, discovering sensations previously unknown. I let my fingernails slowly and lightly scrape down my sides, up my thighs and around my hips and tummy sending shivers and thrilling waves throughout my body, generating a greater awareness of my swelling breasts, hardening nipples and the damp blossoming of my pussy.
When I could stand it no longer, one hand circled each breast, at first intentionally avoiding my nipples, but eventually finding them and discovering the delight of their being pinched and pulled forcing the contraction of my abdomen and a tug between my navel and pussy, summoning a hand to move lower, while the other continued its magic above.
I delighted in tracing my splayed, tumescent lips, taking their slickness between my fingers and ever so gradually uncovering my erect clit. My circling fingers quickly brought me to the most tummy tightening, thigh clenching orgasm I had ever known.
But once I had calmed down and my breathing returned to normal, I found these novel experiences did have their price. Deepening guilt ensued, followed by more sinister deception.
One night, in what had become his maddeningly regular routine, George arrived home late. I had already climbed into bed, and was feigning sleep, facing away from his side of the bed. I felt him climb in beside me and begin to caress my back.
I did not move, frozen with fear that he would discover the evidence of my earlier exploits and be repulsed if I confessed my ‘sinful’ cravings. So I gradually led him to believe his touch aroused me and, for the first time in my life, faked an orgasm.
Of course, this only fed my remorse and I lost interest in just about everything, except reading about Mary and what her next adventure would be.
Oh my god! He’s going to stick it in her backside! That couldn’t… and yet, there I was discovering the sensitivity…I never penetrated myself, but wondered if additional pleasure awaited me.
I swore I would stop.
Tomorrow.
I wish George would fuck me like that.
At the weekly sewing group, I was very quiet. Sullen would probably be a better description. Later in the week, Jane called and informed me I needed to go shopping to get out of my funk. I tried to beg off, but she would have none of it.
Jane has always had a voluptuous figure. As we walked through the mall, I noticed that, with her large breasts, full hips, long blonde hair and blue eyes, she still turned some heads. The sassy body language didn’t hurt either. However, no one seemed to be checking out the haggard brunette accompanying her.
She bought some trashy lingerie and suggested that maybe I should get some too. Inwardly jealous, I cattily told her she looked like a porno queen. She smiled. I didn’t.
I imagined her in it, filled with desire, her full breasts topped with hardened pink nipples poking at the lacy black camisole, dirty blonde curls trapped behind the clinging fabric of the matching boy-cut panty. I wasn’t repulsed by the imagery; rather, I felt a strange stimulation that only fed my loneliness.
Obviously disappointed that she could not elevate my mood, Jane lost her enthusiasm. At least she didn’t berate me this time and we drove home in silence. A quick good-bye and she was gone.
Fold some towels. Match the socks.
Fuck matching the socks!
Late again.
Fake another orgasm.
George, you bastard, look what you’ve driven me to! Can’t you see what I need?
*“Tied to the bed, he teased her with his tongue, slowly working toward her most sensitive spots…licking then biting her nipples….trailing his tongue down her panting torso, teasing the hollow of her hips…”*
Lying naked in bed, I let the book slide from my hands to give them reign over my body. One teasing my nipples, the other playing lightly over my dewy pubes.
“So this is what goes on while I’m at work!”
George’s voice stung and I flinched in panic, pulling the bed sheet over myself.
The peace offerings of champagne and flowers he clenched contrasted disturbingly to the dark anger held in his eyes. He flew into a rage about his busting his ass, the house being a mess, worrying himself sick that I might be having an affair, only to find I was merely here wanking off.
I unsuccessfully attempted to secret the book under my pillow. George yanked the sheet and pillow away from me. The book fell to the floor. He opened it at random and read briefly.
So discovered, and threatened with divorce, I agreed to tell all. As I did so, George’s disposition softened slightly and he poured some champagne. It was by no means easy for me to divulge everything – actually I omitted the phony orgasms; what purpose would that serve?
As I haltingly progressed, George’s anger ebbed and I saw a tinkling passion in eyes that gave me hope that all was not lost, but his transfixed gaze also belied that his mind was working furiously, which, after I had finished, he put as an ultimatum. “Do you want to be my sex slave or should I leave you to yourself and find someone else?”
As much as I had fantasized about it, the reality was still frightening, but losing George would be worse, so I cast my fears aside and agreed.
However, he did not take me then and there (as I had deeply desired, still having whatever the female equivalent of blue balls might be, brought on by George’s sudden appearance). Instead he sent me downstairs to clean the kitchen! Worse, he ordered me do it in the nude, compounding my frustration. Meanwhile, he just sat upstairs and read the book.
Sure, I found it embarrassing at first, but I was also extremely conscious of my body, trembling in anticipation over what George would do – careful with those dishes, you’ll break something! The swaying of my breasts as I scrubbed the kitchen floor was maddening, but I doubt we’ll see this in Helpful Hints from Heloise as a new way to end the drudgery of housework.
George appeared and informed me he was going out for a while and to call his cell phone when I was finished cleaning.
No, no no! You can’t do that! Take me! Please!
He took me alright, but not in my pussy. While George had me kneel with my hands behind my back, he brought his cock to my face. I knew what he wanted, but I must have admired it too long. The fire in his eyes was no longer from anger, but from naked, unbridled passion, and, calling me his bitch, shoved the head into my mouth.
Finally, I was getting some cock! A magnificently stiff, throbbing cock – so hard even the head had lost the spongy texture I expected – that sent an immediate jolt to my pussy.
I wanted to savor its fullness with my lips and tongue, but George had other plans. Seizing my hair with both hands, he repeatedly forced his cock in deeply until I gagged. I wasn’t going to suck him, he was fucking my mouth.
“Show me how much cock you can take!” he his throatily hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes burning into mine, melting any will to resist.
Just a few weeks ago I would have resented such crude aggression, but now it was a gloriously stimulating invasion that liberated my wicked lust, obliging my throat to welcome the intrusion, desperately yearning to taste his cum for the first time. His ragged breathing and chaotic thrusting indicated I would soon be rewarded.
George, I’m gonna choke on all this spit!
Thank god! Swallow. I can breathe again. No! Don’t pull out!
But then, with a deep moan, George grasped his cock and released bursts of cum, thick and hot; its heat coursed from my face into my body and continued as he painted my lips with the head, then forcing me to suck out the remain drops.
Hmmm..salty…slightly musty..or maybe musky…whatever! Definitely unique, and not so terrible, but most importantly, HIM.
George gave me a brief compliment. With a smile of contentment, and to my consternation, told me to carry on with the cleaning as he squeezed the object of my desire back in his pants. Reminding me to call his mobile when I was finished, he headed out the door.
What? That’s it?
My pussy ached. My face itched. Gathering what I could in my fingers, I sucked up the last of his essence, walked to the sink, rinsed my face and hastily dried off with…oh what the hell…a dish towel!
Back to work girl! No, you cannot touch yourself; you KNOW that would be wrong! Okay, we’ll just get the spots off the floor, because if that SOB is more interested in the floor than me, then we really DO have a problem.
Good enough! Now, what else? Countertops? That’ll do.
Dishwasher. Oh shit, everything’s not gonna fit. Alright, I’ll wash them, but set them in the drainer to dry.
Done! Finally! Now, how long ago did George leave? Oh good; almost half an hour. We don’t want him thinking I’ve done a half-assed job. Ha-ha!
I dialed.
“George?...Read the letter you left in my dresser?... Okay. Bye.” Click. “Love you.”
That certainly was brief and to the point. But what did he write? Run up the stairs. Ouch! Running naked can be hard on your tits! Rip open the envelope.
*Dear Lyn,
Or should I now call you slave? If you are going to continue to live in my house there will be the following rules:
1. When we are alone, you will always address me as SIR.
2. You will follow my orders immediately
3. Failure to follow 1 or 2 will result in severe discipline
For tonight, go take a warm relaxing bath and while you are there shave off all of your pubic hair. Then put on a lot of make up – so you look like a slut. By time you finish, your outfit will be on the bed. Put it on and await my arrival. Be on your knees with your head bowed.
Call me again when you finish this letter.
Love, Sir*
I’m in it now! What’s with this SIR crap? I know it was in the book, but all I really want is for him to fuck me – hard! And maybe a little bondage. And that mouth fuck in the kitchen was…what? Erotic? Whatever! I’ll gladly do it again.
But shaving my pubes? Now that’s a little scary. I know THAT wasn’t in the book - must be George’s ‘dark secret.’ Looks like I’m not the only one who might have repressed urges, hmm?
*But it’s happening so fast. Are you sure you want to go through with this?*
Come on Miss Librarian. We can do this. Start the tub. Call George.
“Do you agree to the terms of the letter?”
*“Yes, sir.”*
Click.
*But I’m scared, I wanted to say; a little reassurance would be nice right now.*
Quit your whining. How’s the water? Any hotter and I’d cook myself. Now where are those damned scissors? Right, buried in this vanity drawer. God this is weird, I’ve trimmed for bathing suits before, but sitting here on the toilet….snip, snip, snip…never realized there was so much.
Oooo…that’s hot…just go slow…aaah, that feels good.
He loves you, doesn’t he?
*Yes.*
He wouldn’t hurt you, would he?
*No. Damn, this water’s so hot, it’s making me sweat.*
It’s good for you. Relax, it’ll be alright. Let’s enjoy it for a while.
*Okay, your five minutes are up and besides, my scalp itches. Time to wash up.*
Now who’s in a hurry? But you’re right… and we’ve still got to…shave.
*Drain tub, start shower, lather, rinse, repeat. Conditioner. Soap.*
If you’re so scared, why’d your tummy tighten and nipples perk up when you washed your boobs?
*I didn’t say I wasn’t excited. Final rinse. Better get a new…*
Blade? Maybe two. Damn the edge of this tub is slippery.
*The tub ain’t the only thing that’s slippery. Careful you horny bitch! Don’t want George coming home to find you bleeding all over the place.*
Shut up! You’re just making it more difficult. It’s really tough down..
“I see you’re being a good slave and following my instructions.”
I didn’t know George was home and flinched at the sound of his voice. It was a damn good thing I was between strokes when he said that. Could have meant a very embarrassing trip to the emergency room!
*I’d bleed to death first!
“Yes, sir, but I am having some problems with the hair at the bottom of my…”*
“Cunt. Say it. It’s your cunt.”
*I can’t believe you said it.*
I had to; we had to. What, you wanted to say vagina? Vaginas have boring, unmemorable sex. Cunts get FUCKED! And don’t try to tell that’s not what you want too.
*Okay, we’ll get down on our hands and knees, ass in the air so he can finish shaving.*
Mmmm. His fingers; the razor. It’s so wickedly and wonderfully decadent.
*Oh god, he’s even shaving…do you think he would want to..?*
Fuck my ass? Of course I know I’ve never done it before, but right now I wouldn’t deny him anything.
“All done slut. I’ll let you finish getting ready. Call me when you’re done.”
Not again! Don’t leave me like this!
Turn on the shower. Ow! Wow that’s hot.
*And that’s a surprise because? You’re the one who was so eager to shave your vagi…I mean* cunt. There, I said it. Happy now?
Very. But now it’s time to dry off and put on…look at you and those erasers on your tits and those puffy, glistening…if I had a slinky for a spine I could…
Stop daydreaming girl. Get busy with the makeup. Good thing George asked for a trashy look. You’re shaking so badly, you couldn’t help but be heavy handed…I must say it goes well with the rest of your appearance.
What’s next? Oh yeah, George was putting an outfit on the…oooo, red. What an appropriate color! Stockings, garter belt and matching bra, but what’s this? I get it, my nipples stick out through...damn that feels good getting them in right.
Come on girl! You’ve put on pantyhose plenty of times before and you’ve only got to put these on one at a time…..success!
In an uncontrollable discharge of energy, I shouted “I am ready, sir!” And wondered if the neighbors heard.
As instructed, I awaited George on my knees with my head bowed. Forehead on the floor and highly conscious of my ragged breathing, the waiting seemed an eternity. I dared not look up as I heard him enter, accompanied by the clinking of ice in a drink. Bastard must have fixed himself another, but he did set it down.
“That’s a good little slut,” he announced sternly. “Now look at me.”
Rise slowly, knees together, don’t reveal too much too soon. Who knows where that involuntary shudder came from, but it was the perfect conclusion. He may be trying to talk tough, but I see the lust burning in those wanton eyes. I’m onto you mister and oh yes! I’ll play.
“Spread your knees and show me yourself!”
That’s it! Feast your eyes on the cunt you just shaved.
“Excellent. You have become a very alluring slut and I am tempted to fuck you right now, but first we must consider the proper punishment for your behavior over the past two weeks. Do you agree that you were a bad girl for hiding your desires from me? For making me wonder what I had done wrong?”
Getting a bit melodramatic, aren’t we?
“Answer me slut!” he yelled while pinching my nipples, not really hard, but more vigorously than he’d ever done before.
“OW!” I yelped, more in surprise at the sudden stimulation than in pain and regretted pushing his hands away instinctively.
“I see you have a lot to learn slut. Don’t ever try to stop me again, unless you want further punishment. Now put your hands behind your back.”
He knelt beside me, held my wrists in one hand and with the other recommenced pinching me in a crescendo of intensity.
“So do you agree that you deserve to be punished for your behavior of the past two weeks?”
Now it is starting to hurt. Time to answer.
“Yes sir, I do, but please don’t pinch my nipples so hard.”
“I’ll decide what happens, slut, but I don’t plan any more for your tits.”
He released me. Did I just make a mistake? He won’t leave me hanging on the edge again, will he?
“Now, your ass needs a good spanking.”
That’s certainly not being ignored.
“One swat for each day you lied and hid your secret from me, so 14 is the total. Now, back down on your elbows and spread those legs more. But, if you put your hands up to stop me, we’ll start over from the beginning. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” Actually it had been more than two weeks, but I wasn’t about to up the ante and complied with his order, as George stood and moved behind me.
Relax, take a deep breath. It’s not helping, my heart’s gonna explode! Afraid? A little. Mostly, I just want to cum.
I heard a paper bag being opened. Curious, I turned my head, but all I could see was George peering into the bag, with that same lusty smirk on his face that he’d shown in the kitchen.
“Would my slut like to know what I have for her?”
“Yes sir.”
“Oh, you’ll find out alright, but you’ll feel them more than see them. Let’s start with this blindfold.”
It was black satin. George carefully arranged the blindfold over my eyes to make certain I could not see.
“Don’t remove it unless I tell you.”
The sudden loss of sight was torturous, heightening my other senses - the rough carpet against my nipples, the empty longing in my cunt and the anticipatory twitching of my butt.
More rustling of the paper sack, followed by the unmistakable sound of him unbuckling his belt – oh my god! He wouldn’t use THAT on me? The sound of a zipper. Whoo, that’s a relief! Clank. The buckle must have hit the floor. A brief silence broken by the sound of him hopping on the floor, as he must have gotten his foot caught in his underwear. I smiled, but only momentarily, as the conjured image evolved to include the bobbing of his gloriously hard cock.
I was about to scream at him for keeping me waiting when I felt him kneel between my splayed calves. My butt tightened expectantly. Wrong again! Just fingertips trailing lightly down my cheeks, then across my naked lips. Are they really opening for him or does it just seem that way? He’s found my clit. ‘Finally!’ my mind screams as I push back on his hand, rocking my hips.
“So, my little slut is still excited?”
What a stupid question! But I only reply, “Yes sir.”
A sudden buzzing sound gives me pause. No doubt about what that must be. Holy shit, that vibe is incredible, even just sliding along my lips, and when it reaches my clit, the intensity is almost unbearable. (Emphasis on the almost.)
SMACK! Startled, I lost contact with the vibe. The sting returns me to earth, but it’s stimulating in its own right as a different kind of heat alloys itself with the fire between my thighs.
An ‘ooo’ escapes my mouth, although I am reasonably certain that this is not the first sound I have made.
“That’s one, only thirteen to go!”
The vibe returns as do the smacks on my ass, but at irregular intervals, keeping me on a sexual bungee, but just as I am about to cum, I’m aware of another new sensation. The now very slick vibe is not only tracing the length of my cunt, but it’s also sliding around my asshole. I had previously experimented touching myself there while masturbating, and liked it, but this was so much more intense, and pushed my ass up each time the vibe reached that point in its journey.
But it all suddenly stopped.
“So, my little slut likes her asshole played with?”
Why are you asking me questions at a time like this? I’m in no state to talk! Come on Lyn, say something!
“I never thought I would, but I feel more turned on than ever. Would you please fuck me sir?”
“Oh yes. I’m going to fuck you, but not as you might expect.”
The vibe returned. To my ass. And lingered before sliding along my cunt, only to stop again at my ass.
Panic attack, panic attack!
“Sir, you can’t mean…”
“That I’m going to fuck your ass? Not exactly, you’re going to do it.”
Huh? Not sure what that meant, but I’m certain I will.
The vibe returned to my cunt.
“Keep riding this vibrator while I get you ready.”
No problem there. Riding the vibe, that is, as he held it against my cunt once more. But then I audibly gasped as a thick, cold liquid ran down my butt crack. Damn, I wish I could see what he was doing….hmmm, maybe not…as a finger began to trace my pucker. So gentle. I was afraid he might just ram it in me. I couldn’t help but moan.
“Is it really so bad my little slut?”
“No sir, just different. You’ve never touched me there before.”
“No, I haven’t, but it’s a pleasure too long denied.”
His finger began pressing for admission and the way he worked the vibe forced me to push back in order for it to touch my clit. How wonderful! I could accept it at my own pace and get rewarded at the same time. And then, oh my god, it’s in. Not much, but in nonetheless. And it didn’t hurt as much as I expected, definitely bearable.
He’s moving with me now, going deeper.
Two fingers! I don’t know if I can…ugh! Easier than the first (really!). A little more pain, but with the vibe on my clit, it’s an intoxicating combination.
No, don’t stop! OOOH, something larger and oh so familiar. Remember, exhale, push out and back, just like with his fingers. Try again! Dammit I want him in my ass! Once more. Oww! Hurts a lot, but…Yes! The head was in.
As George dropped the vibe, we both paused; sure it was nice to let me adjust, but more importantly, there was an unspoken pact, a moment of quasi-silence (the vibe wasn’t in on it) to honor the passing of my anal cherry.
“I can’t work the vibe any more, my love. Here.”
George picked up the vibe and held it to my tummy.
‘My love,’ the words had never sounded sweeter. Oh, right. He won’t be able to reach any more once….I eagerly took it and brought it back to my clit. Mmm.
Until today, he’d only ever cum in my vagina, but now he’d already fucked my mouth and now he would take my ass. I am truly HIS.
“Now fuck your slut’s ass!” I cried, as the moment overwhelmed me.
George started slowly stoking into my ass, going progressively deeper. So full. His pubes touched me. So complete.
Sweet Jesus! I came. I clapped the vibe to my clit and came so more, my ass spasmodically squeezing his cock. He grabbed my hips tightly and slammed into me one final time, his cock dancing in my ass and filling me with hot cum.
Gasping and totally spent, we collapsed onto our sides, with his cock still inside, intermittently twitching and sending ripples through my body. As our heavy breathing subsided, he removed the blindfold, planted soft kisses on my neck and lightly stroked my hair. Regrettably, his cock finally withdrew. I sighed in disappointment, but it did allow me to roll over and give him a long, slow and very wet kiss. We held each other, amidst sighs and coos as we had not done in a very long time, maybe ever.
With my head tucked between his neck and shoulder, I contemplated the day.
No, not now, go away you stupid tears! It’s no use, I never could control that. There it goes, down my nose and onto him.
The tear startled George and he twitched slightly, then gently brought my face to his.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“You didn’t really hurt me. I mean, it hurt at first, but the sex was incredible. I’m just sorry for what I did to you, not trusting you and all. I’m you’re wife for Christ’s sake. This was a wonderful night and if I hadn’t been so stupid, it could have happened weeks ago.”
“Who’s to say what would have happened? I’m just overjoyed we found the way to release our inner desires. Because, if the truth be known, I often wondered what it would be like to dominate a woman, but I was afraid to tell you. Now, it has made me love you more than I could have imagined, especially considering how I felt when I came home. But you must promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Keep being a bad girl.”
“Count on it, my love”
“Yes, next time I will make you count out your punishment- ha-ha. But right now, I bet our bed would be more comfortable than this floor. So next time, I think I’ll tie you to it.”
“I hope you can get what you need soon, I have a feeling I’m going to be a bad girl tomorrow.”
*This is my first story and I’m dieing to have your thoughts and opinions. Please vote, send feedback or leave a public comment. – Thanks, MSL* | literotica |
Title: A Bear Seduction, the Outfit
Tags: cross dressing, gay, gay male
The kids let me in and I went down stairs to watch the game. Kevin was the only one down there. I took my place in the recliner just before kick off.
"Where is everyone?"
Kevin nods for me to sit next to him so I get up and take my seat. Kevin immediately leans over and starts kissing me. I kiss back and lean into him like a high school girl. I push my hips closer knowing I've cleaned my hole out like the internet advice said. I've used the dildo on my backside a number of times so I hope I'm ready. Kevin pulls me on top of him and I straddle him, kissing him, his hands grab both of my cheeks and he rubs and squeezes me.
As I kiss him, feeling his hands all over me I position my ass over Kevin's cock and I can't wait for him to break me in.
Kevin easily puts me aside and positions me on the couch facing away from him. He kisses the back of my neck, my ears. He grinds himself into my ass and I'm getting wet. My precum is starting to flow. He whispers into my ear as he wraps his arms and pulls me into him.
"You really love giving me head, what do you think about when you're sucking me?"
"I think about my wife, or past girlfriends who gave me head, I watch blow job video's and I try to do what they do. I want to make you feel good."
"You my cock bitch right?"
I reach behind and instantly rub my hand over his crotch.
"You ever pretend you're a woman when you give head?"
"I guess, it just feels natural when I do it."
"If you put on whats in that box, that would help me, and it might help you"
I wondered what was in the box, then hear the footstep of the kids. He turns me around and holds my head with both hands and kisses me, "Think about it, you don't have to."
Kevin leaves. My heart thumping wildly about whats in the box. I don't want to wear a bunch of leather or anything like that. I pick up the box and sit on the couch. I lift the lid and see woman's clothes. He wants me to be a cross dresser?
I notice how rock hard I am as I pull out a pair of high heels. In my other hand thigh highs. Red plaid skirt and white top in the box.
I hear the door upstairs close and I look at the clothes, thinking about pleasing Kevin. I strip off my shoes, pants, socks. I think about my wife getting dressed before we go out on the town. I work one of the thigh highs and bunch it up, then slip it over my toes and work the silky material over my foot, past my calf and up my thigh. I repeat the process and now my legs are covered with a fine fitting black hose. I take the red plaid skirt and hold it up, then slip my legs into it and pull it up over my hips. I stand looking down at my legs and the skirt. I love the feel of my thigh highs. I walk around the room ignoring the football game on TV. Walking I feel the rush of air around my legs. I take a seat and cross my legs. I like how my legs look in hose. I take the shoes and and slip them on. They're just my size, Kevin has been thinking about this just as much as I have. I stand and totter, this is something completely new. I take my first steps and it's like my ankles want to roll. Short tiny steps and I steady myself. I walk across the floor careful not to twist an ankle. I make it and turn around and stride across the basement. I practice walking, I check out my legs in the mirror. Then I see Kevin watching me.
"I dropped the kids off, and you look nice. Come here."
I walk across the basement to him more than aware of how I look. Self conscious about my steps, and wanting to please Kevin.
"Nothing gets me hotter than see a fine looking bitch in hose and heels.
I get to Kevin and he embarrasses me and I wrap my arms around his neck, his arms pull me in and he kisses me deeply. Holding my body next to his my head is swimming with emotions. He grabs my ass with both hands and works my cheeks, his tongue swirling around my mouth and against my tongue. He mouth drops to my neck and raise my chin giving him better access. My hand caressing neck and shoulders. Every part of me is his.
"You've got me so fucking hot baby." He whispers into my ear. He breaks off his kisses and leads me to the couch where he sits and looks me over as I stand before him. Hose, heels, skirt, he leans forward and reaches under my skirt and removes my underwear.
"You don't need these." He leans forward and takes my penis into his mouth and engulfs it. I've never had a man do that to me and I nearly cum right there.
He pulls me onto him so I'm straddling his thighs and he runs his hands over my legs which I love. His breathes are deep with lust as he feels me. Kevin pulls his shirt off, kisses me deeply and I kiss him back. I feel like a sexy bitch.
"Work your magic baby."
I take my cue and move my lips from his face to his neck. My hands explore his hairy chest and I transfer my kisses from his neck to his pecs. I slip between his thighs and I'm literally high on emotions as I travel down to his stomach and recall my excitement when my girls took their time going down on me. As I reach his rock hard stomach my hands roam across his chest. He hands caress my head. More kisses on his stomach my hands find his pants and I work to unbutton and unzip them.
Kevin takes his cue and lifts his ass up so I can pull his pants off. As I do this his cock springs up and I can see precum forming already. I put his pants aside and see my covered legs and skirt, Kevin's hard cock, and I love it. I lick his shaft and it's huge. I grab him and he's rock hard. I lick again and his precum is flowing and I lap up the delicious clear fluid. I have to have him in my mouth and my lips cover his head and I go down on his shaft. He's harder than I've ever felt him and that's because of the outfit I'm wearing. I work his hard shaft in and out of my mouth. My lips sliding up and down getting his hardness wet. Filled with lust I go down, relaxing my throat and taking his entire shaft down my throat. I slowly pull up enjoying how his hard cock is slipping between my lips and tongue. I deep throat him again and as I pull away I stroke him and Kevin sighs with pleasure. I work him rapidly only taking half his cock. I look up at Kevin with his cock in my mouth and we make eye contact. With one hand up pulls up on the back of my head and leans forward and we kiss. With his other hand he slips a lubricated finger in my ass. We kiss and he fingers me. He works his finger inside of me, then he pulls up a bit so I stand and he pulls my skirt off. He's rock hard, I'm rock hard as I kiss him and stroke his cock.
"You're ready." Kevin slips a condom on and lubricates his cock as I stand before him in my heels and thigh highs. Then he reaches between my legs and lubs my opening. He nods at me and I straddle him again. I remember how I practiced this at home and guide his head to my hole and lower myself. Even though we're both lubricated it's not going in. I gently rise and lower myself on him and I can feel his head slowing spreading my cheeks, his tip in my opening. Working him he's making his way into me. I picture myself as a woman, I'm losing my virginity and in that instant he popped inside of me and my ass filled with pain. The pain seemed to engulf my body as a whole and then just my stretched ass.
Kevin embraced me.
"Easy, relax and the pain will go away."
Hearing his words didn't help the pain in my ass, but it helped my confidence in him. I took several deep breathes and held on to Kevin. The pain did subside and I looked at Kevin who gently kissed me. Kevin was inside of me and I slowly experimented with him by slowing moving my ass up and down. It might have only been an inch, but it seemed like a mile.
"Hmmmm, you're hole feels so good." Kevins hand roamed across my ass to my thighs, and back again. I started moving more and more working Kevin's cock in and out of my opening.
"There you go baby, take your time."
I just closed my eyes and worked on riding my man's cock. Working him more and more in and out. As I did this it just felt so natural now that I had him inside of me. I opened my eyes and looked down seeing my covered thighs, my legs working so my lovers cock would explore my insides. I looked up and Kevin kissed me, his tongue exploring my tongue, his cock explore my ass. He broke the kiss and said.
"You're ready."
Kevin pulled me off his cock and stood up. He grabbed my hand and walked me around the couch. I walked unsteadily on my heels, aware of the lubrication in my ass. Kevin had me face the back of the couch.
"You look so good like this." Kevin whispered from behind, I could feel his hairy chest on my back, his rock hard cock between my thighs. "you're heels put you and just the right height for me."
That was when he guided his cock back into me. I leaned with my arms resting on the back of the couch, Kevin with his hands on my hips and his cock sliding into me. He was all with way in, his hips against my ass cheeks, his cock filling me completely. Then he started working himself in and out of me. My eyes closed concentrating on him entering me, feeling him inside of me. Inside his cock bitch. He has a steady rhythm going, I hear and feel the slap of out bodies coming together. He's working at a quicker pace and then he pulls out and turns me around. In the same instant he pushes me down and Im on my knees as he takes off the condom. Next thing I know his cock is in my mouth, his hand on the back of my head and I start sucking his cock.
I hear him groan and he stiffens, his body shudders and his cum is shooting into my mouth. My hands steady our bodies on his hips, his hand on the back of my head and the couch as he finishes cumming. I swallow his juice and with his cock still in my mouth I look up and I can see sweat dripping down his face.
Kevin wipes his sweat off, then pulls me up and strokes my cock and almost instantly I cum and he catches my ejaculation in the towel.
He kisses me and whispers. "I can't wait for the next time." | literotica |
Title: Part 9 An Ambush for Dragoune's Friends by Dragoune
Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, No-Yiff, Snake
I can not tell you much up here because it will spoil the story, but what I can say is that you will be surprised at a certain part of the story. If not all well, If you are younger then 18 do not look because you will get into trouble and if do get caught you cannot sue me because I have warnned you time and time again. Otherwise enjoy the story....
Part 9 An Ambush for Dragroune's Friends
It had been two days since Dragoune came back from earth training and not much has been happening until Drixin came with the updates of Kaous. It was a cloudy day and everyone was resting except for Trasia since it was her turn for a look out. When Drixin was coming closer she was about to attack when he came in range until she knew who it was.
"Is Dragoune around?" Drixin asked
"Yes he is, if you wait for a minute I will go and get him." Traisa asked Drixin gave her a nod and she went to get Dragoune. When Dragoune got there Drixin bowed and said.
"Your Excellency, sir Volaxone has found out by a guard who is not under Kaous's control that at least a quarter of the guards who are under control are going south to Rovino's place. Something is also fishy as well at that city and your city are starting to be over run by crooks and gang members and who ever isn't disappears. Volaxone has a feeling that the guards that are going south is not going to help but bring more chaos, what is your plan of action?" Dragoune thought about it for a while and then said.
"Tell Volaxone to continue what he is doing and hopefully find out when the guards will leave after that gather any one in between my castle and Rovino to stop or slow the progress of the guards but keep it a secrete still."
"But Your Excellency, shouldn't Rovino know of this?" Drixin asked
"If Rovino is smart and I know he is, he will figure out that something is wrong and it is not my doing. Plus there will be chaos if I start telling everyone that some great evil force has taken the throne and that is what Kaous wants in which I do not want to give him that luxury." Dragoune said and at the end he growled a bit.
"As you wish your majesty." Drixin said with a bow and he left.
"Go ahead in and rest Traisa I will be the look out." Dragoune said Traisa went into the cave leaving Dragoune with his thoughts.
Saneira woke up the next day with a huge smile.
'I thought it would've been two.' She thought to herself. She felt around her stomach and could only feel one, she was hoping for two but it did not bother her to only have one. She turned to Dragoune who was still asleep. She rubbed her muzzle against his until he woke up. At first he just smiled enjoying it greatly, but then he realized what was happening so he woke up and returned the favor.
"Good morning my lovely dragoness." Dragoune said with a smile
"Good morning, what is that you want to do today?" Saneira asked, Dragoune was about to say practice sparring, but then noticed that Saneira was just starting to be bigger around the middle.
"How about just relaxing the day." Dragoune finally said
"I know you were going to say something before you looked down. Don't think I will be handicapped because of this." Saneira said that while rubbing on her belly.
"Well I was going to suggest practicing, b-" Dragoune was saying with a worried look on his face but then Saneira caught him off saying.
"That is an excellent idea." Getting up and grabbing her swords, while Dragoune was reluctant in doing so.
Saneira got out of the cave before Dragoune did and into her battle ready stance. Dragoune got out of the cave as well and the first thing he noticed was the heat. Today there was a lot of humidity and that there was not a single cloud in the sky. Dragoune slowly got to his position across from Saneira and said.
"Are you sure you want to do this? It may be too hot for you." her answer was disappearing from sight. Dragoune shook his head and waited for her first attack. It came at his back but then she tried the front as soon as he blocked the back one bet he blocked that one as well.
"I told you that trick will not work on me twice." Dragoune said knowing that she heard. After a short while she became slow and it was really too soon for her and Dragoune knew that this was not a good idea. She attacked one of the sides, but as soon as Dragoune blocked it she stopped for a breather.
"Why don't we stop?" Dragoune said his worry increasing. Saneira again got into her battle stance looked straight into Dragoune's eyes and then fainted on the spot. Dragoune ran right towards catching her just before she hit the ground. He carried her back to the cave and set her on the bed.
Knowing that she was okay Dragoune went out of the cave to practice his two elements. Dragoune first wanted to see a strong of wind he could muster. He picked a tree as a target and then allowed his mind with the earth. Once he had it he willed the wind to blow towards the target. He felt a huge wind coming and go past him not making him move forwards. When he opened his eyes to see that not only the tree he targeted fall but a few of the neighboring trees was down as well. Satisfied he went unto something else, he decided to grow something. At first he did not know what to grow but then he thought of a few vegetables. He was not really into eating vegetables but he uses them when makes soup or fry them with meat. Again he cleared his mind and only thinking about growing a few vegetables. This was harder though because he was growing at least five different kinds of vegetables and they were growing slow. When they got to a good height, but did not have much on them Dragoune stopped and leaned on a tree to catch his breath.
'I will make sure to grow one at a time next time.' He thought to himself, he was about to call it quits then but then stopped and decided to do one more.
While he was getting ready Crosain and Siss came back from their hunting trip. Not wanting to disturb Dragoune they went quietly into the cave. When they did they saw that Saneira was getting up.
"I think someone was a little too tired to get up this morning." Siss said laughing a bit
"I did not sleep all this time, I got up before Dragoune. He went training together and I guessed I over did it because I fainted." Saneira said
"You really should take it easy Saneira you really could hurt you and your eggs." Crosain said but she blew smoke at him and said.
"You think I don't know that? I know my limitations!" Saneira said
"You Saneira he is only trying to help, you don't have to bite his head off!" Siss said unfurling her hood as a warning. Saneira unfolded her fangs as well, but then thought better of it, blew smoke again, and left.
While this going on Dragoune used fire and allowed the fire to burn within him, but increased it more and more. When he opened his eyes he saw that he had flames all over him at first he thought that he went to far but then realized that it was not hurting one little bit.
'I would like to see Kaous attack me now.' Dragoune thought with an evil grin, when he released the fire he felt more drained then before and had to go onto one knee.
'I think I will wait on that unless I really need it.' Catching his breath and heading back to the cave. But then he stopped, seeing Saneira outside blowing smoke, muttering to herself, all the while she played with her necklace, and Dragoune knew that she was agitated.
"I can see that you are feeling better." Dragoune said with a small smile, but all he got was humph from Saneira.
"Okay what happened now?" Dragoune asked dropping his act.
"Nothing they were telling me on how I should be careful now since I am carrying." Saneira said making it sound like it was not her fault.
"But you know I have to agree with them, you fainted because you put too much stress on your body." Dragoune said.
"Oh so you are going on their side?" Saneira getting angrier at him.
"No I would never do that I love you too much. I just want what's best for you and think you should slow down a bit." Dragoune said, Saneira calmed down a bit and said.
"You are right but I hate to just sit around all day doing nothing."
"How about this then when Drixin comes again I will ask him to bring a few stuff like books and such so you will not be all that bored." Dragoune said hoping that will cheer her up.
"I guess I cannot say no to that." Saneira said.
"Good now I think you owe someone an apology." Dragoune said
"Yes I think you are right." Saneira said turning around but before she started moving she leaned her head back and kiss under Dragoune's chin. Then she went inside the cave closely followed by Dragoune. When they found Crosian and Siss Saneira said.
"Crosain Siss I am sorry for the way I acted earlier and I know you were trying to help. Can you forgive me." She truly sounded sorry and when both Siss and Crosian said yes everyone was happy again.
The next day for Crosain was as dull as ever, he was happy that Dragoune was planning to have books be brought here, but he was hoping that the chess board would come too because he would always beat everyone in that game except for Volaxone of course. When he found out that Dragoune was growing vegetables he actually hissed at the vegetables and went away as far as possible. Everyone was surprised that he hated vegetables that much but laughed on how the way he acted. He was slithering around with Traisa this time just getting small game here and there. His thoughts were interrupted though when he scented an unfamiliar scent in the forest. He put a hand up indicating to stop and use your tongue.
"Yes I can smell them too it there are some of Dragoune's guards around here." Trasia said
"It is lucky that were downwind of them or we would never have scented them." Crosain said
"What should we do?" Traisa said, Crosain smelled around and thought for a while.
"It does not seem that they have moved from their spot so I think that they will ambush any of us if we get close. I suggest that we make an ambush of our own before they do. So this is what we will do...." Crosain said and told her what his plan all the while getting close to where the guards were.
There were six guards awaiting near a river were they thought Dragoune and the others go. They smelled some of their scents around here so they set up an ambush here. It had been almost ten hours of waiting for someone to show up. The leader was about to try something new when one of them said.
"I see Crosain and a mate of his coming up!"
'Not what lord Kaous wanted but I guess this would do.' The leader thought.
"Okay, this is what we have been waiting here for so don't mess up!" the leader thought.
Crosain slithered so close to the ambush spot with Traisa so the enemy would see them coming then he gave Traisa the sign to climb up the trees and he would be the bait. If he was correct they would send two guards to attack him when they did Traisa would grab one of them with her tail and bring him up to her awaiting fangs. The other guard would be watching that happen completely forgetting that Crosain would still there. Sure enough two guards came out and the planned worked, now the second part was that Crosain goes up into the tress as well and they would go towards the guards hiding place slowly so that they can catch who ever comes near.
'What's taking those two so long!' the leader thought, he then decided to bring two more to the place where the snakes were last seen. He pointed to two to guards and then at the direction were the last two had gone. The guards nodded and headed that way, but it was not long when the leader heard screaming and then total silence. He then started to run with the last guard but then saw a big tail grab the guard and pulled him up.
"Show yourselves you cowards!" the leader said taking his sword out. Both Crosain and Traisa did and then they both did the hypnotic stare on him. When the leader was under there control Crosain said.
"Who sent you here?"
"Lord Kaous" the leader said with a lazy smile.
"How did you find us?" Traisa asked
"We followed your scent it was all to easy." The leader said
"What are the rest are doing?" Crosain asked
"I don't know we were sent to find you and bring you to Kaous." The leader said. Having enough Traisa came up to him and bit him in the neck putting a lot of venom into him until he went limb.
"We have to go back and tell everyone about this." Crosain said Trasia let go of the dead guard and they went towards the cave as fast as they could.
"WHAT?!?!" Dragoune roared when he heard the news of the ambush.
"How did they find us?" Saneira said
"He said that smelled our scent and I guess they were ordered by Kaous to follow it." Traisa said but Dragoune was already going outside.
"Where are you going?" Saneira said worried because she knew that he was very angry.
"I am going for some fresh air." Dragoune said and then left.
When he was quite a ways off he roared.
"DARGRIN COME ON OUT!!!" Dragoune was pacing back and forth waiting for him.
"GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A WORD!!!" Dragoune said getting all the angrier. Finally he heard Dargrin say in his usual snide way.
"Yes?"
"TELL ME HOW IN THE HELL KAOUS KNOWS WHERE TO FIND US?" Dragoune said thinking that Dargrin told him.
"He doesn't." Dargrin
"THEN TELL ME WHY CROSAIN AND TRAISA ALMOST GOT AMBUSHED?" Dragoune said
"They smelled your scent." Dargrin said but Dragoune did not listen because he was too enraged.
"THE NEXT TIME THAT THIS HAPPENS, YOU BETTER HIDE REAL GOOD BECAUSE IF I FIND YOU I WILL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!!" Dragoune said and with that he flew back towards his cave. After a bit of flying he finally became to realize that he jumped to conclusions and knew that both Traisa and too his disliking Dargrin were right. What was worse though was that he did nothing for Saneria not even one little kiss and it hurt him.
'This rage is getting out of control and if Kaous finds out of it's origin, I think that he will be able to use it to control me.' Dragoune thought and that truly sent a shiver down through his entire body. When he got back to the cave he saw that everyone was sleeping he quitely went to his place with Saneira and even though he was scared of his rage he knew that everything will turn out all right as long as he had Saneira by his side.
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Okay Okay I know that the title sounds corny but I am getting less and less ideas for titles. I thought that going with Crosain was a good change of pace because I only really have been doing Dragoune and or Saneira and if anyone wants to ask yes that was the surprise. You know what's funny though I thought that this was going to be a short chapter but apperantly I was wrong.
Wonder what is going to happen next you will have to see on the next chapter. :P
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Title: Sureshot! A BonBon Tale, Chapter 2 by JohnnyPsycho
Tags: Bear, Coyote, Exhibitionism, F/solo, Jackalope, Mild Romance, No-Yiff, Skunk, Solo, Striptease, Vixen
**Sureshot!** **A BonBon Tale** by "JohnnyPsycho" based upon Pleasure BonBon by Vanessa Santato
\_This story was written in homage to the amazing work of Italian artist Vanessa Santato and her webcomic "Pleasure Bon Bon". Most of the story takes place in the legendary city of Bon Bon, and quite a few of the characters in this story are based upon the original artist's work. As a fan, I hope to stay true to Miss Santato's characters, while placing them in a sort of "side story" that takes place roughly around the same time as the current Bon Bon story depicted in "Pleasure Bon Bon".
"BonBon", "Daisy Nugget", "Sibilla La Noire", and the majority of characters in this story are © Vanessa Santato "Johnny Six-Killer", "Jackalope Bill Bircham", and most of the secondary characters are creatons of the author, JohnnyPsycho Special cameo appearances by Xebulon Burke and Camarilla "Cammy" Fuchs, who are creations of their respective players.
Author's note: If this is the first of my works you are reading, STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!! This is the SECOND chapter of the tale, so please read the previous chapter before reading ahead. Thank you!\_
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**Chapter 2**
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Bon Bon, along the Italian-Austrian border, 1895. Johnny pulled his jacket on over his shoulders as he walked out of Dalila and Ophelia Champagne's bedroom and quickly looked up and down the hallway. His keen ears could make out the soft sounds of lovemaking and other delights being enjoyed beyond closed doors. Just underneath those voices, he could hear the sounds of the busy casino downstairs. Just moments ago, he enjoyed the company of one of the ladies who worked in the Castle, and aside from having lightened his wallet, he was in much higher spirits than he was all week.
Wandering down the luxuriously decorated hallway, he began to tune-out the voices and sounds in the air as his mind once again mulled over his current predicament. In little more than a half hour from now, he was expected to attend the first performance of one of his closest friends on the stage of the Delight Castle's Strip-Tease Theater, and two things were running through his mind.
One, he was still unsure how he truly felt about Daisy stripping down to her bare fur in front of a theater full of horny, rich tourists. Their long-term friendship had always been based on mutual respect for each other's freedom. He was never one to stop Daisy from doing anything she put her mind on doing... hell, her free-spirited nature was perhaps her most admirable quality. Still, his feelings for her tended to go past mere friendship, and from time to time he found respecting her freedom to be counter to a natural inclination to be closer to her.
The second thought going through Johnny Six-Killer's mind as he descended the stairs to the casino below was just how he was going to get Daisy back for her little trick. Even though he enjoyed much of it (especially his time with the delightful Dalila Champagne), he did not so much enjoy the end result (his empty wallet). Due to their mutually competitive natures, Johnny couldn't just let such a trick go uncontested. That would be the same as conceding defeat in his book.
He walked through the busy casino floor, his mind entirely preoccupied with his predicaments, when suddenly a familiar voice called out to him.
"I suppose you thought you could come to Bon Bon without saying 'hello' to me, cowboy?"
Pulled from his thoughts, Johnny immediately smiled widely as he turned around, instantly knowing the voice's owner. A gorgeous vixen was looking at him, wearing the smart, professional attire of a doctor and chemist, the large white lab coat being the most telling portion of her wardrobe. The well dressed vixen stood with her hands at her hips, her eyes peering over the rims of her spectacles with a feigned look of disappointment, the way a teacher may look at a mischievous pupil. Johnny chuckled with delighted surprise at her presence.
"I keep telling you, Doc, I ain't never worked with any cows," Johnny replied, correcting his friend for calling him 'cowboy'. Despite having taken part in a few cattle rustling jobs in his outlaw days, Johnny never truly had a knack for herding the beasts, yet it never stopped other folks from making the honest mistake.
Fraulein Doktor Camarilla Fuchs laughed and nodded her head, "*Ja*, I keep forgetting. How are you, Johnny?"
"To be honest, Doc, I'm a bit surprised," Johnny said as he pulled his hat off his head and shook the gorgeous vixen's well-manicured hand. "I half expected you to still be in Paris, or traveling with that detective fella'. What are you doing in Bon Bon?"
"Oh, I've been living her for a while now," the doctor replied with a smile, adding with just a touch of sincerity, "I found this village to be quite a bit more open to having a *frau* for a doctor than most others. Plus, a quiet place like this wouldn't likely raise a fuss over some of my... experiments."
"I only just noticed the advertisements for your show," Dr. Fuchs continued. "It seems I was right in theorizing that I would find you in here."
Johnny blushed a bit, scratching the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed that his actions were so predictable, and the doctor smiled knowingly. At that moment, he noticed that the doctor wasn't alone, and that a very well dressed bear was standing behind her.
Noticing Johnny's glance, the doctor giggled and began to apologize, "I"m sorry, Xeb, how rude of me. I broke off our discussion to talk to my friend here, didn't I?"
The large gentleman bear, looking quite distinguished while wearing a monocle in his left eye and a well maintained mustache on his muzzle, waved away her apology graciously. "No, no, think nothing of it, my dear doctor. In fact, I came over here to introduce myself to your friend. I am Xebulon Burke. Very glad to meet you, sir!"
Johnny offered his hand and introduced himself, "Johnny Six-Killer, shootist and performer for 'Jackalope Bircham's Wild West', nice to meet you."
"Oh, a pleasure, sir, a pleasure!" the gentleman said as he shook Johnny's hand vigorously in a strong paw. "I would never have guessed I would have met a 'bona fide gunslinger' here!"
"Herr Six-Killer and I are old acquaintances," the doctor said to Xebulon, "We were both involved in a certain adventurous caper back in Paris a couple of years ago.."
Johnny nodded, "Yes, well, we *do* go a long way... Um, tell me, Mr. Burke, what do you do for a living? You obviously seem to be a man of some education." He was trying his best to be as polite and accommodating to this new person. Truthfully, he didn't want to reminisce too much about that particular adventure and was eager to change the subject.
"Herr Burke is an author of some fame back in his home of London," Dr. Fuchs answered for her friend.
"Yes, have you ever read *The Savage Land, The Adventures of Jonathon Sterling in the American West*? It was one of the first of my writings to become popular." Xebulon asked enthusiastically. Johnny had to admit that he hadn't, though he didn't often read long books.
"We actually met one day at the bookstore in town, discussing our favorite authors," explained Dr. Fuchs. "He and I were just discussing some of the current politics of both of our countries of origin when I saw you walk by."
"Yes, I would like to hear more stories about your American West some day," the author added.
"I'd sure like that, though I'm afraid my views of my 'country of origin' might be a bit more colored by my own experiences than some other folks from America," Johnny answered soberly.
Xebulon nodded, adding, "I've often told my students that one should not remain ignorant of the world around them, and that not every history written in books can be automatically construed as the whole story. It's a lesson I learned from my early years traveling the world and studying foreign cultures with my family."
"Oh yes, that's right," Doktor Fuchs added,"Xebulon, you worked as a tutor for a while before coming to this town, correct?"
Johnny smiled, but secretly he was gritting his teeth. Ever since his times at the Indian School, Johnny had always had a bit of a grudge against teachers. He would have rather been shaking hands with a murderous outlaw or a blood-thirsty bounty-hunter right now. Truth be told, Johnny had only really ever trusted one teacher in his whole life...
Suddenly, Johnny's eye's got wide, and that trademarked grin returned to his face as a brilliant idea popped in his head.
"A teacher, you say?" Johnny spoke to the gentleman with renewed interest. "Tell me, Mr. Burke, if you don't mind, but where exactly is that book shop you spoke of earlier? Your story reminded me of a friend whom I think would enjoy a nice gift..."
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She sat at her dressing table, staring at a large poster that had been delivered to her just moments earlier. Grinning widely, she could hardly believe that the beautiful coyote on poster was really her. She would have to compliment the artist for her loving rendition of the cowgirl, clad in a risqué western costume, with a gun slung on her hip and a coiled lasso in hand. The poster announced a limited live performance on the famous stage of the Delight Castle, the most luxurious casino and brothel in Bon Bon, the city of sex. And at the top of the poster, in big, beautiful calligraphy type, was her name...
"Daisy Nugget!" a boisterous voice boomed from behind her. Daisy turned in her seat and smiled at the portly, well-groomed gentleman that entered her dressing room. William Bircham, often affectionately known as "Jackalope Bill" or just "Jackalope", was the eccentric showman and founder of "Jackalope Bircham's Wild West", a traveling spectacle of growing renown around the world. He carefully pulled a worn cowboy hat off his head, the customized holes in its wide brim allowing his long ears and pronged-antlers to slide from underneath.
"Hello, Bill!" she answered with a bright smile and the elder gentleman gave her a customary bow. She held up the poster to her guest, happily exclaiming, "Look! Princess Betty just sent this over!"
"I know," Bill answered her, chuckling heartily. "Shep Proudfoot said he and some of the other boys spied one of your advertisements in front of the Castle just this morning! It looks like you're set to be the next big star in this town!"
Daisy grinned, looking at the poster again with pride. It had been almost two years since she had joined up with "Jackalope Bircham's Wild West", and it seemed the old scoundrel had indeed kept to his promise of bringing her fame and adventure. The older jackrabbit looked at his protégé with a wide grin, and he couldn't help but share the younger female's enthusiasm.
"I have to tell you the truth, I didn't think this business with the Delight Castle was going to pan out," the long-eared gentleman replied in his distinct southern-drawl, adding, "but now I see I was a fool for ever doubting your instincts, Miss Daisy."
Daisy rose from her seat and gave the "Old Jackalope" a hug, saying, "That's okay, Bill, I forgive you." She gave him a quick peck on his cheek, being careful not to poke herself in the eye with his always-conspicuous antlers, and with a wink, she added, "Of course, you should have known I wouldn't have made such a large gamble with your business if it wasn't a sure-thing."
"Well, I suppose I should be thanking you in that case," he replied with a chuckle, patting her on the shoulder. Being a gentleman, Bill chose to ignore the fact that the young coyote was nearly nude, wearing nothing more than a sheer dressing-robe as she hugged him. She likewise didn't seem at all bothered by his presence when she began to dress in front of him. Besides, he reminded himself, it wasn't the the first time, nor likely the last time, that he would see her in not much more than her own fur. He was truly envious of her nonchalant attitude and adventurous spirit. She seemed quite fearless about this latest "publicity stunt" of hers, as he would call it.
"It won't be the same show without you, my dear," he replied as she began to pull a pair of very small panties over her legs, the kind of underwear one didn't usually see outside of a town like Bon Bon.
"Silly, I'm only dancing at the Castle one night a week," Daisy said with a smile, "I'll still be at the Wild West for the nights when I'm not dancing, and every afternoon show."
"Oh, I know, but tonight, I just don't know what I'll do without my lovely assistant by my side," the old "Jackalope" said with a grin, tapping the long bullwhip strapped to his belt at his side.
"Jackalope Bill" Bircham rarely performed in his own show these days, as he was getting too old to do the roping and riding demonstrations he used to do in his younger days. He would act mostly as the announcer at his shows, except when he used his whip. His skills with the bullwhip had never diminished, and in recent years he had added many spectacular stunts to his bullwhip demonstrations. The one stunt that seemed to be a favorite among audiences around the world had been one he performed with Daisy, where he would carefully strip away articles of clothing from her with his whip. It was Daisy's fearlessness and free-spirited exhibitionism that made her a natural choice of assistant in this stunt.
"Why don't you get Shep to stand in for me tonight, then?" Daisy replied with a teasing laugh.
"I don't think Shep Proudfoot cuts as fine a figure in a dress as you do," he replied dryly, "and I think he would agree with me in that assessment." He chuckled at the mental image of the large, male buffalo wearing a frilly dress.
Daisy, who had been carefully placing a pair of star-shaped pasties on her full breasts at this point, laughed so hard that her breasts shook free of these tiny ornaments. Ever the gentleman, "Jackalope" kept himself from staring at her exposed bosom, the soft tan fur doing nothing to hide her delicate, pink nipples.
At that moment, a young, pink and violet-striped cat knocked on the dressing-room door, catching both of their attention as she announced, "Ten minutes to show-time, Daisy!"
She wore the customary croupier outfit of the Delight Castle staff, which, due to the nature of the casino and brothel, left very little to the imagination. Bill's long ears perked up immediately upon spying her full, pink-furred breasts, in full view of anyone wishing to look. The cat noticed he older gentleman's glance and gave him a seductive little grin, which he reciprocated with a slight nod. Bill had to admit, as strange as this town was, he was beginning to enjoy the "local color".
"Thank you, I'll be right out, dear" Daisy replied to the cat, who immediately turned and left the two alone, though not before she gave the "Jackalope" another seductive glance and a sexy wave of her tail.
As Daisy continued to dress, Bill looked at her soberly for a moment. Finally, with a bit of concern in his voice, he asked her, "Have you spoken to Johnny at all today?"
She was slipping a pink boot on her foot when she stopped. With a sigh, she answered, "No, I don't think he feels much like talking to me right now. He seemed a bit... distracted by things."
"Not the least of them being yourself," the jackrabbit replied. She gave him a confused look, and he added, "I think I'm overstating the obvious when I say the boy's been carrying a torch for you for a long time..."
"Bill, please, let's not have this conversation again," she replied with a sigh.
Bill carefully put his hat back on his head, saying, "I apologize, Daisy, I won't bring it up again. But please... don't go out of your way to upset him further."
"I just don't get him sometimes," she muttered, looking at the mirror of her dressing table and leaning forward to apply a powderpuff to her face. "I mean, sometimes he's so sweet, and other times he hardly wants to spend any time near me. I think he spends too much time at the bars and saloons."
"I definitely agree with you on that point, darling," he answered softly, "but you need to be a little patient with him. Traveling all over the world for as long as he has, I think it's natural for him to miss home as much as he does. He may be all smiles when he's shootin' and telling stories for the crowd, but he's got a lot of hurt in him."
Over the many years that he had known Johnny, his troubled "nephew", Bill had become quite the expert of Johnny's moods, and how he often hid his true feelings under a smirking mask of oblivious merriment. He also understood how quickly a man like Johnny could turn to drink to ease the heartache, having had similar problems with the bottle in his own past.
Daisy, on the other hand, had just about had enough of Johnny's bad mood and aloof demeanor. Perhaps that's why she felt it necessary to call in a favor from a friend at the Delight Castle. "Who knows," she had thought to herself at the time, "maybe a good roll in the hay will get him to act like a sensible person again." Still, Daisy felt more than a little guilty setting up Johnny like that. She hoped he would forgive her little trick once he watched her on the stage that evening.
Bill looked at Daisy as she finished applying her makeup and smiled. "My dear, I think even Aphrodite herself would be jealous of such beauty tonight."
"Thank you, Bill," Daisy replied with a sweet smile, rising from her seat to grab the gun-belt that hung from the corner of the dressing-mirror. She fastened it around her waist, letting it hang off of her hip and feeling a bit more at ease with the familiar weight. She let her fingers run along the cherry-wood handle for a moment, and she could almost feel herself being transported back thousands of miles away.
"Good luck, Miss Daisy," the elder "Jackalope" offered with a reassuring smile, adding, "Make sure to dazzle them all for us! I doubt the weather will let up any time soon, so for tonight, you are 'Jackalope Bircham's Wild West'."
Daisy smiled sweetly and asked, "Do you really think I could replace any of you with my little dance routine?"
"You'd be a daisy if you do," the sly "Jackalope" replied with a grin. Daisy laughed at his little joke, and he gave her one last little tip of the hat as he walked out the door.
Still smiling, Daisy turned back to the poster, admiring it once more.
"'Daisy Nugget,' huh?" she said to herself. Her grin faded, and she turned her gaze on her own image in the dressing mirror. For a moment, she stared at her own reflection as if she were looking at a stranger
"Nice to meet you, Miss Nugget," she muttered to herself.
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Johnny ran as quickly as he could toward the Delight Castle, his boots splashing through a few puddles of water left by the rain, unsure of how he could have possibly lost track of time. Still, his visit to the Outback Omnibus, the local book store owned by an interesting platypus fellow, had proved to be more productive than he had at first thought. He didn't think a small shop in such an isolated and "out of the way" town as Bon Bon would have exactly what he was looking for, but after a little searching the store's owner did indeed find it.
But it wasn't his visit to the bookstore that had taken his attentions away from the time. After paying the last few florins he had for the gift and to have it delivered to Daisy's dressing room following the performance, Johnny had no sooner walked out the door of the Outback Omnibus when his nose suddenly detected a strangely familiar scent. It's effects seemed to transport him back to the past, to remind him of dark, warm lodges and the ancient songs being sung over the heart-like rhythm of drums. Even more so, it transported him back to his childhood, and the sound of his mother's singing in the warm safety of his childhood home, back in the Indian Country.
Confused, he looked around, uncertain how such a scent could possibly be found in such an alien world as Bon Bon. His curiosity and ever keen nose brought him next door, to a small shop that he had not noticed when he walked past this way the first time.
The sign on the outside proclaimed "Herbal Remedies - divinations on request", but the coyote's keen nose could already tell that this shop was a vast store of fragrant herbs even before he entered the door. Marveling for a moment at the shelves, filled with bottles of various size and colors as well as baskets of herbs, roots, and flowers, he became overwhelmed by the colors and scents in the air. The sensory distraction proved to be temporary, however, as the light, sweet scent that brought him in once again took hold of his nose, and he began to wander toward the back room of the store, walking through a curtain to see a female skunk, dressed in the attire of a gypsy, sitting at a table in front of him.
"Come, Mr. Sixkiller," the skunkette acknowledge his entrance, calling him by name and motioning for him to take a seat at the other side of her table.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I was just... coming in, and.... smelled," Johnny began, stammering a bit as his senses were again overwhelmed by the mysterious aroma that brought him to this small place. The skunkette simply smiled and motioned again for the gunfighter to sit down, while her other hand took a hold of a deck of cards that sat on the table.
"I have been expecting you to come in here, Mr. Sixkiller. The cards told me so," she began, her accent strange to Johnny's ears. She began to shuffle the cards in delicate hands, the rings on her fingers glittering in the strange low light emanating from the strange glass globe that also sat upon the table. As Johnny took in his surroundings, he noticed numerous odd objects on the table and on various shelves in the room. These included what looked to be small animal bones, crystals of various shapes and colors, and, oddest of all, a ball painted in the style of a billiards' 8-ball, though the sphere seemed a little over-sized for billiards.
"How do you know my name?" Johnny asked, though as soon as he asked the question he could already think of a dozen ways she could have known, including seeing his name on the many advertisements for the Wild West show.
"You are truly no stranger to this town, Mr. Sixkiller," the skunkette answered with a soft, reassuring smile. "I would have thought you'd have realized this, after meeting one of your old acquaintances here today."
Johnny's natural skepticism made him wary of her answer, but he indulged his curiosity by not walking away. At least, not until he was sure of what she was up to.
"I'm sure by now you have recognized the particular scent I have burning in here just for you," the skunkette continued, adding, "I'm told that some of your people consider it a very important part of your culture and religions."
"Yes, it's called sweet-grass," he replied, noticing the long, braided stands of yellowed grass sitting in a stone bowl, one of its ends black and smoldering, giving off the sweet and unmistakable scent that he lured him here. He wanted to ask her how she could have gotten her hands on such a thing as a braid of sweet-grass, but was more interested in something else...
"Ah, yes, you want to know who I am," she answered the unasked question. "Most people here call me Sibilla, although that is not my true name. Just as Johnny Six-Killer is not yours, am I right?"
Johnny, impressed by her deduction, but not yet willing to admit anything unusual or mystical about revealing such information to him, answered, "That is correct, although my family's name *is* Sixkiller."
"Ah, and yet the way you spell your last name, for the advertisements and the story writers... you claim to have killed six men in your career as an outlaw," she replied as she placed a couple of cards face down on the table, before looking him in the eyes and saying, "but we both know that story is not true."
Johnny's ears twitched, and the fingers in his left hand curled up reflexively, but he showed no emotion on his face that would seem to anyone else as being an answer.
Continuing to place cards on the table, Sibilla viewed them, the arrangement with some face-up, some face-down, completely unfamiliar to Johnny. The cards themselves had strange pictures on them, containing some sort of mysterious message in them that was readable only by the strange gypsy seated in front of him. For a moment, she reminded him of more than a few fortune tellers and medicine men he had met in his past. Every soothsayer and self proclaimed prophet seemed to be the same, and Johnny just sat back and let her continue her little show. His experiences in the past always taught him to be cautious of the words of such "truth tellers", as they often proved little more than showman. Showman that, unlike himself, rarely ever were genuine in their supposed crafts.
Sibilla continued to peer at the cards on her table, studying them carefully, and Johnny studied her. Despite being rather strange in her manner and attire, Johnny had to admit that she was one of the most attractive fortune tellers he had ever met. Most tended to be old recluses wearing little more than rags, or overly costumed show-offs pretending to be mystics from some far off land. For some reason Johnny could tell Sibilla's attire seemed much more genuine, especially considering his surroundings. As her graceful hands moved and hovered over her cards, Johnny's eyes moved to her ample bosom, which, like most of the women of this town, was barely covered by anything at all other than a thin shawl and a pair of star-shaped pasties.
"The answers you seek are in the stars," Sibilla suddenly spoke. Johnny's eyes darted back up to Sibilla's face, and noticed that she was still looking at her cards and not at him.
"That's great, I'm sure, though it's been my experience that stars don't talk much," Johnny replied, trying to hide the rising blush on his face.
Sibilla's eyes turned up from the table momentarily, her lips upturned in a smirk, then she looked back down and continued, "Old adversaries that you thought gone will resurface very soon, and they seek for themselves a prize that you have fought to protect."
"And just what prize is that?" Johnny replied in a nonchalant manner, not really believing a word she was saying.
"A star," she repeated, adding, "in the form of a princess."
"Princess, huh? Riiiiiiiight," Johnny said with obvious sarcasm. "Look, ma'am, I don't mean to be critical, but your little fairy-tale game needs some work."
He rose from his seat and was heading toward the curtained doorway out before Sibilla answered, "The King has never stopped looking for his princess, even after all of these years, has he?"
Johnny froze in his tracks, and turned to look at the gypsy, his face a mixture of concern and curiosity. Sibilla rose and walked over to him, her hips and large, furry tail swaying with each step seductively. She grabbed his right hand, then placed in it a long braid of sweet-grass.
"Take care, Johnny! We'll meet again in the future."
Now, with mere minutes until Daisy's performance started, Johnny rushed through the streets, zig-zagging among the throngs of tourists and doxies and dodging the occasional horse-drawn carriage. For the first time in months, Johnny found himself excited and even happy. Doubts and uncertainties be damned, Johnny was finally feeling like he was going to enjoy tonight's performance. If anything, the excitement over Daisy's show seemed to completely wash away the strange encounter at the herbalist's shop.
Turning a corner, he could see the Delight Castle ahead, and was surprised to see a large line of people extending out of the front door to end nearly three doors down the street.
"Crap!" Johnny thought to himself, "I'll never get in there in time! Is this line just for Daisy?"
He stopped running for a moment, looking at the large group of people trying to gain entrance to the casino. The sun was already setting, and lights were starting to gleam out of the windows of buildings that lined the darkening street. The gaslights that lined the streets had not yet been lit, and the street seemed to be shadowed by the buildings. Standing next to a lamp-post, he took a moment to consider how he was going to get to the front of the line. Beyond the line, the street seemed to be mostly cleared of people, even the streetwalkers having apparently gone inside for their dinners.
Johnny considered his options, mulling over a couple of cons he had developed in his outlaw days that might work to get him in the door. So lost in thought was he that he didn't notice the figure emerge from the dark alley behind him.
A sharp pain suddenly jolted Johnny from the back of his head. His vision suddenly blurred and darkened, and he felt himself fall to the pavement below.
Blackness and disorientation took him over. He had only a moment, as he lay on the ground, to look up at two blurry, dark figures standing over him. His ears barely picked up their voices over the ringing in his head.
"...so much... -ohnny Six-Killer..." said the first, in a harsh, gravelly voice.
"Can't believe... was that easy... can go home, right?" came the second voice, higher and softer in tone.
"...tell the Sheriff... then get her to come with us..." the first answered.
"Whuh... who..." Johnny's head seemed to be slowly clearing, as he tried to find out who was talking. Their voices sounded very familiar, but he couldn't place them.
Before he could say or hear any more, however, a hard boot came down on his head, and he once again fell into inky blackness.
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She stared nervously at the closed curtain, her heart nearly jumping in her throat. Just on the other side of this thin barrier of fabric was a theater full of men, all waiting for the newest attraction of the Delight Castle's stage to make her debut. Though she had performed before live audiences before in cities around the world, she felt more nervous tonight than she had ever felt before. She told herself she was being silly for being so nervous. After all, she was Daisy Nugget, the most fearless cowgirl to ever come out of Texas! She faced down scarier, more harrowing moments in her life before without losing her resolve. Still, with her shaking knees, she found it hard to clearly think of a time when she ever felt so scared, or why this performance was any different from any other.
"It's got nothing to do with the fact that a theater full of men are going to be staring at my naked body," she thought to herself with a grin. In actuality, she had always included a bit of striptease in all of her performances over the years, even before she joined up with "Jackalope Bill". This was back during her wandering days touring the lowliest, wildest dancehalls and saloons in the West, places just like the Pixie Bell saloon back home. No, having people look at her nude had never really been a problem for her, despite her very strict upbringing. Still, somehow she had developed a sudden case of the "heebie-jeebies".
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she started talking out loud to herself. "This is it, Daisy! You've come this far, and you're going to wow the pants off of everyone in this theater! You can do it!"
She trailed her fingers over the familiar grip of her pistol, the gun that had followed her through her travels. It had kept her safe in more than one hairy situation, and continued to give her a strange sense of fearlessness in moments when she should be shaking in her boots. Thankfully, tonight was not an exception, and Daisy could feel her jitters ease away.
The piano began to play just on the other side of the curtain, signaling the start of the show. Daisy took another deep breath and smiled, then turned her attention forward as the curtain drew back.
The bright electric stage lights hit her with such an instant and intense glare she almost took a step back in reaction. Momentarily dazzled, she blinked her eyes quickly to clear the temporary blindness from them. A second later, a cacophony of applause from the audience, and Daisy looked out across the darkened theater.
Much to her surprise, it seemed as though every single seat was filled! In fact, there were people sitting in the aisles or standing by the doors in the back. Hundreds of faces, of all manner of species, stared back at her. A strange bit of relief came to her when she noticed more than a fair share of women in the audience as well, and she even spotted a handful of women sitting on each other's laps, as if to accommodate the shortage of chairs in the theater.
What the audience saw was nothing short of amazing for many, especially the ones who had never traveled to the American West, with backdrops evoking the amazing painted hills of some far off desert landscape, complete with false cacti, a mock-up of a white wooden fence, and various other props meant to represent a truly Western feel to the scene. A large sign with the skull of a long-horn cow adorning it proclaimed "Welcome to Daisy's Ranch".
The most eye-catching spectacle of the scene was, of course, Daisy herself. Her attire was highly stylized, with matching pink boots and cowboy hat. Her long hair was adorned with two ribbons, tied into twin "pig-tails" at either side of her smiling face. Eyes were tantalized by the bare midriff exposed by the short blouse that was tied across her chest, but not as tantalized as they were by the ample cleavage, its fur the color of wheat, barely covered by the blouse or its accompanying vest. Even more astonishing was the scandalously short denim skirt she wore, fringed in pink, which gave viewers a sight of her long legs, covered in a soft fur the color of a dusky desert sunset.
It took Daisy only a few seconds to find the beat of the music playing on the accompanying piano (which was playing a high spirited number she had requested specifically because it was often heard in many western saloons), and she began to move her feet and sway her hips and tail to the rhythm. She did some light-hearted stepping and twirling, the bright metal of the guns flashing in the lights; her trusty Schofield strapped to her hip on a gun-belt, and a much smaller gun strapped to her thigh by a special garter-holster.
After a few bars of music, she loosed the coil of rope she held in one hand, twirling a perfect lasso around her body. The appreciative audience cheered immediately, her lasso twirling skills impressive to both the experienced and novice viewer of such spectacles. She let the halo of rope twirl up and down, encircling her body, controlling it ever subtly to lead the viewer's eyes up and down her body. She did a few spins herself inside her lasso, giving the audience healthy glimpses of every angle of her clothed form.
Suddenly, the lasso dropped, and she pulled the smaller of the guns from its holster, firing at a target set up on the stage just for this reason. Shouts of surprise from frightened audience members were quickly followed by thunderous applause. Expertly, she continued to fire the much daintier of the two weapons she wore at the target, hitting it near center each time, to the delight of the theater. With the last shell expended, she seductively blew away the smoke from the tip of the spent pistol.
The applause continued, and she suddenly spotted her mentor, the "Jackalope", seated in one of the balcony seats, a seat she reserved just for him. Next to him was the same gorgeous pink cat that they had met backstage just minutes before show-time. She had her arm encircling his, leaning close against him, as if the gunfire had scared her. They were both obviously enjoying both the show and each other's company.
Daisy slowly undid the clasp on the belt that hung over her wide hips, and more that a few audience members leaned forward in their seats in anticipation. Posing a bit more, she let the already short skirt ride up on her hips, exposing the tiny pair of panties that sensuously clung to her body's most desired treasures. It wasn't long before she began to slide the tiny denim skirt over her hips and down her legs to the floor. She bent down low, allowing the audience a long glimpse at her deep cleavage as she stepped out of the skirt, then kicked it to the side of the stage.
She turned and posed, giving the men a fine view of her long, unobstructed legs and well-proportioned buttocks. Her well-groomed tail waved teasingly, and the people in the seats closest to the stage could almost feel her waving tail fan them with a soft breeze.
Untying the knot on the front of her blouse, she undulated her hips to the rhythm of the piano. She turned again to face the audience, her blouse now loose and her breasts dangerously close to being fully exposed. Teasingly, she sat upon a prop barrel, slowly sliding her elbow-length gloves off of her arms, exposing more of her dusky fur to eyes eager to see more.
When she felt the tension had finally become unbearable for the audience, she suddenly jumped from her seat and spun, pulling her blouse wide and off her shoulder in one motion, exposing twin star-shaped, tasseled pasties on two firm breasts. Men in the audience cheered loudly, and she threw the garment to the wings of the stage, twirling and shaking her body with renewed vigor, as if the act of disrobing was freeing more than just her nude body, but an excited energy that became contagious among all in the theater. The excitement seemed to build with the accompanying music as well, the highly trained piano player perfectly matching her.
Suddenly, as if to prolong the excitement without allowing it to boil over, Daisy slowed down, and eventually sat once again on the prop barrel. The piano music slowed as well, and the audience almost seemed to sigh and catch its breath in the moment. She looked out across the theater, seeing men and women with eyes glued to her, allowing them a moment to see her perfectly toned and well endowed body in a rare instance of rest. Her chest was heaving with her breath, and it seemed many of the men were equally panting, their faces like masks of tortured expectation. She noticed the women who were seated on each other's laps were busy caressing each other, delicate fingers cupping breasts or lightly stroking arms and necks of their partners.
Smiling with a look of pure seduction, Daisy raised one knee and began to slowly pull a long, pink cowboy boot from her foot. She was taking her time now, delighting in teasing her captive audience. Her left foot now free from its confines, she threw it off to the side. She spied one especially excited fellow, a mole wearing ridiculously thick glasses, who seemed to find more delight in this part of the performance than everything else. Daisy smiled, realizing the nearly blind gentleman likely was smelling her scent from the stage, her body hot with perspiration and excitement. She took off her other boot, then made a show of waving the foot in his direction, as if helping him get her scent. He grinned and clapped enthusiastically, getting grins from the two fellows seated at either side of him.
Moving off from her seated position on the barrel, she casually walked the length of the stage, winking or blowing kisses every now and then to random members of her captivated audience. In an obviously planned bit of staging, she came to a wooden mock-up of a horse, made of spare bits of lumber, its body a smaller barrel, its tail little more than the brush-head of an old broom. She straddled it, moving her hips across its wooden body, eliciting excited gasps and laughter from the audience. After all, this was all play, and what better way for a cowgirl to play than with her own, trusty horse to help her?
She stretched out on the length of the horse, laying across its back, then sitting up and miming a rocking, riding motion, gyrating her hips erotically, her breasts bouncing so vigorously that the tassels twirled. She arched her back, grinding herself against the motionless, wooden horse. Her face showed a certain delight in her own play, and the more attentive members of the audience with strong noses (especially "Mr. Mole") could smell her excitement from the stage.
Men in the audience were clutching at obvious erections straining in their trousers. Women were fanning themselves, except for the delighted pairs of women lovers sitting on each other's knees, some of them now kissing, and some with their fingers moving busily underneath skirts and blouses.
Stopping her play on the horse for a moment, Daisy mimed fanning herself, getting chuckles from the audience. Seductively, she pulled her tiny, now wet panties away from her crotch, and mimed fanning her private place, as if giving herself a little air. Men were practically falling off their seats as they leaned forward to catch a glimpse or a whiff of her hidden delights.
She raised her arms above her head, and began to pull the ribbons from her hair, placing them off to one side and shaking her long, auburn locks loose, letting it cascade over her shoulders. She then untied the little kerchief around her neck and then, with a knowing wink to the rest of the audience, tossed it to the elderly "Mr. Mole". It hit his face, and he let out a little squeal of delight at such a wonderful souvenir, holding it up in his hands to show off to the surrounding men around him, and making a big show of sniffing his prize.
Smiling at the spectacle, Daisy lay back again on her faux-horsey, and pulled first one, then the other pasty off of each breast. Now unconfined, her pink, erect nipples hardened under the excitement and slightly chilly air. She shook her shoulders, allowing her newly unencumbered tits to sway and bounce on her chest.
Next came the slow, deliberate untying of the straps to her panties, which she untied only on one side. She then raised her leg, her foot pointing up to the ceiling, and began to pull the flimsy garment over the toned, smoothly furred leg. She pulled her leg back down, freeing the garment from her ankle, then sat up, twirling the panties on a finger. She looked at the audience, and many men leaned forward, some with expectant grins on their faces. She smiled, then placed her panties around the neck of her horsey, more than a few audience members chuckling at their own expense, having been fooled by a teasing promise of yet another, more desirable souvenir.
Daisy luxuriated on the back of her horse, posing first on her back, with firm tits standing up with her back arched, then turned on her stomach, allowing her viewers unobstructed view of her rear, her tail waving erotically in the air. She once again began to grind against her inanimate playmate, making a show of rubbing her breasts and pussy against the wooden form that she straddled so lovingly. Looking out into the audience, she saw men on the verge of soiling their nice trousers, and women ready to loose all inhibition to the moment, caressing themselves (or a willing partner). Glancing up to the box seats, she saw various important looking people engaged in various lascivious activities, with partners or by themselves.
In particular, she looked up to Bill's box, and noticed his face scrunched up in pleasure, his eyes shut as the head of the beautiful cat bobbed in and out of view over his crotch.
Daisy looked at all of this, and sighed.
She didn't see Johnny anywhere.
Determined not to allow herself be distracted, she continued to smile to the audience, and with the skill of a seasoned magician, suddenly produced two objects in her hands. A pair of phallic toys, one bumpy and shaped like a tiny cactus, the other shiny and looking like a giant bullet. Audience members gasped and gloried at their sudden appearance, and she lay back, her hands readying the toys for their intended use...
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Daisy walked through the short hallway backstage to her dressing room among furious applause from the staff of the Delight Castle, many of whom had watched her entire show from the wings and had gathered just to congratulate her.
Her "finale" had really taken everything out of her. Though she enjoyed the congratulations of the girls, she felt like locking herself in her dressing room with a bottle of champagne, perhaps curling up on the duvet and falling asleep. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had been left so exhausted by a performance, but then she mused, "I've never had a performance quite like this one before."
Shutting the door behind her, Daisy let out a deep sigh in the quiet isolation of her dressing room. She giggled to herself, suddenly giddy about how amazingly well her performance went that night.
It was only after her moment of reflection that she noticed the numerous bouquets of flowers that decorated her room, and various brightly wrapped packages sat at the vanity counter, all gifts from well wishers and fans. She giggled again, amazed at her sudden popularity. The room seemed to be almost made more of flowers than furniture! She never got so much attention when she was working at "Jackalope Bircham's Wild West". She smiled, realizing she was no longer just the "pretty cowgirl" who played second fiddle to Bill or the other male performers. Suddenly, she was a star!
Sitting at her vanity, she looked at the various boxes and packages, piled almost haphazardly. Picking though a few of them, she read their cards, most of which were from some rich lord or businessman of some sort, each promising her untold wealth and security if she ran off with them to their private villa in... well, just about everywhere, it seemed!
She had received many proposals like this from admiring fans before, but never so many at one time! Bon Bon truly turned out to be an amazing city, she thought to herself.
Suddenly, one package caught her eyes. It was small and wrapped in plain brown paper and twine. There was no card, or any indication of where it was from, but it was small and thin, feeling like a small book perhaps. Intrigued, she unwrapped the paper from the object, confirming it as a book. At first confused, her face suddenly lightened and her heart jumped when she recognized the cover.
The title read *Bella Starr, the Bandit Queen, or the Female Jesse James*, and seemed brand new, despite the book being nearly ten years old. She flipped through the pages quickly and confirmed it to be a true first edition, kept pristine all these years.
Suddenly finding more energy than she had previously though was left in her, Daisy bolted up and rushed to her worn, leather riding jacket, which she had kept for years ever since she left her hometown. Her hand quickly fished into one of its pockets, and produced a nearly identical copy of the same book, only this one dog-eared and worn from years of reading and re-reading, its pages on the verge of falling apart. Realizing indeed that she had received the same book, she sat down again, starring in amazement at what she had in her hands.
Wondering just who would send her such a book, she opened it and noticed, for the first time, a written inscription in fancy calligraphy. "Property of Ms. Daisy May Blaylock. Bon Bon 1895."
Her eyes went wide at the name in the inscription, and her heart nearly jumped through her chest. Her first thoughts after seeing her real name written inside the cover of this paperback book were of fear of her identity being found out, and that her pursuers had finally tracked her down. She practically bolted over to the door, almost giving into her instincts to run right then. She had her fingers on the doorknob, but stopped herself just seconds before she would have made a fool of herself.
At that moment, she knew exactly who had given her the book, and her fear and shock suddenly turned to anger.
"Johnny, you rotten snake!" she suddenly yelled furiously, loud enough for a few people outside her dressing room to hear (which, thankfully, none of them were snakes, else they might have taken offense at the comment). She couldn't believe she had almost been made a fool of by Johnny. Not only had he not shown up to her debut performance tonight, but he had scared her half to death with his little prank.
Flipping the paperback book open once again, she looked at the bottom of the same page to read a less stylish, handwritten inscription. "To the only woman who can keep me shooting straight...." It was signed with a name she didn't recognize.
Suddenly, with clarity, her eyes welled up with tears, and she half sobbed, half laughed. It was Johnny's handwriting at the bottom, and he had signed it with his name. His true name, the one given to him by his Potawatomi mother, and that he had kept secret from Daisy (and for that matter, everyone else) for years.
She held the precious book to her chest, sobbing with joy.
"Now we both know each other's real names," Daisy said to herself.
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The outskirts of Bon Bon, location unknown. Johnny woke up with a splitting headache, like he had just gone head to head with a wild bronco and lost. He brought his hands up to his face, feeling something wet and warm on his face. Opening his eyes, he noticed that he had blood on his fingers, and that his hands were manacled together.
Looking around groggily, he couldn't make out anything familiar about the dark, plain room he was sitting in. He noticed he had been propped up in a chair, seated next to an old wooden table, and a lone kerosene lamp shone over his head. The rest of the room, deep in shadow, was hard to see with his still unfocused and dazed eyes.
He heard someone approaching from the left and he reflexively reached for his gun, only to find it missing from the holster. Looking up, the blurry figure came into focus as he entered the lamp light.
"You?" Johnny asked in astonishment, "What the hell are *you* doing here?"
The figure just looked down on him, his face dark under the wide brim of his hat. Johnny immediately knew why he recognized the two voices out on the street, and he looked around, finally spotting both culprits standing at the far side of the room, near what appeared to be the only exit out.
The figure standing next to Johnny placed a large, gloved hand on the table and sat on its edge. The already wobbly looking table creaked loudly under his weight, and a low voice, cool and slick like oil, came from out of the shadows of his face.
"I and my associates are simply here to collect what is mine."
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*Who are these mysterious figures that have kidnapped Johnny? And what is their connection to Daisy? Stay tuned for another rip roarin' tale of adventure and erotica in Chapter 3 of* Sureshot! A BonBon Tale! | FSE |
Linda had not yet developed the mental fortitude required to put a stop to her spurts, much less when held under what was effectively duress, so to suddenly find herself bloating with milk once more, without Beth there to help her, led her into a vicious cycle she couldn’t really break free from.
The team around her worked in overdrive, figuring that if they were going to take advantage of any situation at all, this had to be it; besides, ignoring the panda when she needed help the most was, horribly enough, the best way they could ensure the stress reaction kept going for as long as possible. Electrodes were placed to monitor vitals, machinery was dragged in to ensure that the area was kept clean, pumps were activated on the off-chance that fluids had to be drained from the ground. Already Linda’s bust, which had been kept at a rather large size ever since her “close encounter” with her partner back home, was beginning to take up more and more of her chest, creeping closer to her navel as the seconds ticked by. She was quickly placed on a bed, where her breasts’ weight became painfully clear, making it difficult for her to breathe once they began reaching absurd sizes again. Within seconds, her whole torso was covered by a pair of udders that were already beginning to leak, prompting the team to grab two tubes in order to hook them up to her swelling nipples, the milking machines ready to go at any moment. Linda looked towards the one-way mirror on the other end of the room; she could only hope with all of her might that Beth wasn’t there to watch any of that, that she was safely at home, away from the travesties being wrought upon her by a group of people who had no right to touch her.
She wasn’t. Beth might be at her own place, but rather than the calm, the young woman was spending her time trying desperately not to fall apart. Not that Linda could ever know that; the panda gal was slightly too busy being milked like a cow.
This would turn out to be far, far more appropriate an analogy than even she initially thought, seeing as the staff believed the best position for her to be in wasn’t lying back down with two growing weights on top of her, but on all fours with her tits hanging towards the ground. Linda protested this, claiming that at no point did she allow them to treat her like some sort of mobile dairy factory, and for a few brief moments it did genuinely look like she’d get everyone to back off… at least until Dorden sternly told her to quiet down and commanded his staff to go ahead with it anyway. The end result was a surge in milk production once stress levels reached higher and ever higher, the assistants having a hard time moving her onto the specially designed harness. It was much like a massage bed if one only had the frame, allowing her bust to be moved around and examined freely while also conveniently placing a great deal of stress on her back, given she was held with her back upwards and her tits dangling down. To be fair to the company, the harness was meant to alleviate that; it’s just that Linda really was capable of growing large enough that even it was insufficient to deal with all of her weight.
Much to her chagrin, part of Linda was becoming aroused at the proceedings. If it wasn’t enough that she was now being treated like a literal cow, stuck on a piece of metal and having two pumps hooked to her tits, now she was feeling that warmth start to melt down into her nethers with alarming speed, leaving her so lightheaded that the idea of getting drained like that didn’t immediately register as terrible with her. The panda gal’s eyes veered downwards towards her bust, watching as it rhythmically bounced and swayed under the strength of the pumps, creamy white milk pouring out of her engorged teats and filling the clear plastic tubes leading into the wheeled pumping machinery.
She should be getting drained, but of course she was getting bigger; why wouldn’t she, when that’s what her primal brain wanted? Why remain at that size when she could grow larger, fuller, bigger, heavier, more and more and always more, until her tits were squishing against the ground and she could no longer feel them weighing down on her back? The staff around her seemed to be fighting their own arousals as well, judging from the multitude of tense, tight pants and fidgeting going around; wasn’t every day they had to issue the order to raise the frame upwards a couple of feet to “provide room” for a pair of breasts whose growth seemed to be accelerating, and the novelty of the experience was certainly making a few them reconsider their ethical approach to their jobs.
All anyone could do was stare and hope things stopped. The milkers had enough capacity in them for even the worst case scenario, being equipped with multiple high-pressure tanks, but what the team was seeing was still… to describe it would be to not do it justice, as it was simply too much to put into words. Just minutes before, Linda’s bust had been regular-sized; large, yes, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Now, even though her body was elevated at a good eight feet into the air, her tits were already halfway that distance to the ground, their sheer size enough to make everyone sweat, the aggressively loud churning of milk inside of them overpowering the whirring of the pumps, the milk factories inflating in every direction as they strained the suction cups placed on the nips capping them.
Like two colossal blimps being filled, their pear shape grew slightly pinkish at the bottom, where most of the milk was accumulating and most of the strain on her skin was being placed. Poor Linda could only beg for more, her eyes glazed over, her tongue outside her mouth, her voice breaking apart whenever words left her throat; she no longer cared about remaining decent, or maintaining the integrity of the experiment, being far, far too enamored by yet another immense growth spurt. It was even better now that she was in that observation room, what with there being plenty of more space to occupy; it wasn’t like back home, now she could truly let go, truly take advantage of her unique physiology.
A thick curtain of panic settled over everyone present when they realized they might very well have just kickstarted a self-sustaining process they had no clue how to stop. One of the technicians bolted out of the lab in order to phone Beth, hoping she’d have some insight on what they should do, while the rest of the team redoubled their efforts in trying to figure out just what exactly they were supposed to do in that situation. Was Linda ever going to stop? Did her growth just keep going until eventually it hit a cap? Was it something they had to do or did it just… peter out naturally? No one present had any idea, and the time they wasted trying to come up with an adequate response to their emergency was enough that, by the end, both of the panda gal’s tits were firmly on the ground, squished heavily against its cold tiles, while her nips were being pushed in opposite directions. Both udders were remarkably full, so much so that “touch tests” revealed that they had practically no yield to them whatsoever, the currents within loud enough that many of the assistants had to put on noise-cancelling headgear just to function properly; a few were sent out to grab spared, but by the time they found them, it’d already be too late.
Linda was beside herself with carnal glee, unable to process what was happening to her beyond the bare basic realization that it had something to do with her breasts and it was really, really good. All she cared about was achieving larger sizes, the growthsplosion of milk forever linked in her mind with Beth’s presence; so what if her better half wasn’t there physically, when she could picture them so clearly in her mind’s eye? Swimming around in her cleavage, stuck between two colossal mounds that refused to go down, ready to milk her until she finally came… it was all a dream, all a fantasy, which is why Linda found it quite odd that it felt incredibly real. Her mind was now in full damage control mode, working as best as it could to shield the panda from what was actually happening around her, lest she have a heart attack from sheer embarrassment.
Several miles away, Beth was going through her second box of tissues while deftly ignoring the several phonecalls coming from her workplace, figuring that even if she lost her job over the whole debacle, it still wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to her in the past week. It took a chance glance at the screen for her to notice that the number wasn’t her boss’, but someone else entirely that she didn’t recognize; panic too began to set in once the young woman remembered just how many missed calls there had been, and she practically tripped over herself trying to grab the damn thing. What followed was a long, awkward, also panicked conversation whereby one of Rivtech’s employees conveyed everything that was happening and desperately asked her if she had any real idea of how to stop Linda from completely burying the laboratory underneath her growing size. Beth’s eyes were focused on the far wall in front of her, mind racing with the many possibilities for what her answer could be; truthfully, she should’ve just told them exactly what they needed to hear… but was slightly too ashamed and bashful to do it. This posed an interesting conundrum, seeing as she absolutely did not have the time to drive over to the compound and fix things herself, but somehow couldn’t force her mouth to speak the words that needed to be spoken.
It got to the point where the techie on the other end of the line began scream-begging for Beth to say or do something, telling her how he could hear the sloshing coming from the end of the hallway; if she didn’t do something, Linda would be hurt. Her partner would be hurt, her lover and friend would be hurt, an idea so horrible as to be completely unbearable, giving Beth just the right amount of incentive for her to break through her own awkwardness and let loose with everything she knew: how climax was the only way, how the panda gal needed to reach the limit of her stamina before being thrown off the edge and made to shrink, and how they’d never go anywhere until they could take all that stress and turn it into pleasure and enjoyment. It was clear from their silence that the technician wasn’t buying it, but their brain probably let them know none of what was happening made sense anyway, so they quickly thanked her and ended the call.
Left alone and in the dark about what the hell was happening with Linda, Beth could do nothing but stare at her cellphone and go through the innumerable scenarios that could be taking place, filling her head with all manner of possibilities, none of them even remotely good. If the techie could hear the panda’s breasts all the way from the other end of the building, then there was absolutely no way things were even close to being under control; assuming that her better half was currently undergoing the same kind of fill-up growth spurt that she did back when they were at her place, there was no telling what might happen. The staff wasn’t going to just milk her like a cow, and it was highly doubtful they could get the same level of sexual arousal out of Linda that Beth herself managed to; even if they tried, Linda’s own resistance to that sort of manipulation would surely prevent her from feeling comfortable enough to achieve orgasm the way they had before… or so Beth assumed. It was a confusing jumble of emotions and thoughts in that head of hers, with only one real certainty: she had to go there.
While the human half of the equation grabbed her coat and ran down to the garage, Linda’s explosive inflation was already straining the laboratory equipment’s ability to deal with the flow of milk. Half the people involved were already ordered to leave, with only the essential staff remaining in order to tend to the machinery; by that point, the harness was no longer required, as the panda gal’s back was firmly stuck to the ceiling and her torso was getting progressively smothered upwards into itself by a pair of breasts that defied all sense and explanation. The milking pumps were reaching their limit, spillage was everywhere, and despite everyone’s best efforts to try and calm her down, Linda was still going strong… too strong, in fact, leading to several of those who remained behind to have to deal with some uncomfortably strong emotional reactions, mostly around their loins; it was hard to remain objective and scientific in one’s approach with the amount of moaning going around the room, especially when it was muffled by a rack of such immense proportions.
The news they received from the person sent to make the call didn’t make it any better. Everyone, project lead especially, had expected something useful they could use in practice, a trick they could employ to help empty Linda out; instead, they were effectively told they had to indulge her even further and hope for the best, something that no one was particularly keen on doing. Not only was it against company policy in so many ways that they couldn’t even count them all, but even those who’d been with Linda from the start couldn’t fathom the idea of engaging with her in any sexual manner; it was too great of a mental and ethical block for them, even when faced with something like her growth burst. Everyone thus stood around, looking at one another with their expressions mixing equal parts of confusion and fear, having to occasionally take a few steps back just to give Linda more room to grow. It wasn’t until someone was brave enough to move forward and try to touch the panda’s red-hot milkers, leading to a gush of cream so powerful it nearly threw off one of the suction cups, that the reality of the situation sunk into them: even if they wanted to do what Beth told them to do, it was too late. Linda was too big, too productive and too out of it for them to do anything about it. All they could do was watch.
The project lead continued to issue orders regardless, with his conviction growing shoddier and flimsier the longer he kept barking them out, until he was reduced to a barely-audible mumble. Internally, he wondered why the company placed him in such a career dead-end, still not quite realizing how much of a pawn he had turned into; they honestly believed this could be their break after the long dry spell at their old assignment, so to see everything go up in flames and be drowned in two colossal tanks of cream was… too much for him to handle. In front of everyone, he turned around, grabbed one of the folding chairs they kept in a corner and set it up as far away from Linda as he could. His staff didn’t do much better, most of them just giving up entirely and collapsing on the ground far enough away that it would take some time before they’d have to move. “Failure” was the word in all of their minds, not only of their experiment, but towards the panda gal as well; after promising they’d fix everything for her, they somehow managed to screw it up in the most spectacular way possible, paving the way for… frankly, they didn’t even want to think about it. They all fell into a fugue state, unable to so much as think about what they were supposed to do, reduced to babbling infants struggling to push a round peg into a square hole.
Meanwhile, Linda continued to grow at the same rate as always, occupying ever more room than before and quickly approaching the top limit of what the milking machines could do. The suction cups were barely holding onto her swollen nipples, there was already a small flood that the drains were hard at work dealing with, and if no one did anything to stop it, then it was a toss-up between what broke first, the cups or the holding tanks. A few of the techies present thought of maybe getting a betting pool started, distracting themselves from the obvious failure and all that, but it never went anywhere; they just kept watching, kept staring, all while Linda’s ability to breathe was further compromised by a pair of udders that refused to stop swelling.
Mercifully for her, there was very little Linda left in her head at all; it was nothing but instinct in there, driven by pleasure and an incessant need to feel herself bloat even harder, damn the consequences and damn practicality. There was no room in her mind for anything but milk, and if that meant tearing through the room she was in…
Well, then that’s just what would have to happen. | yiff-extreme |
It was a cold night for a lizard, especially one as tiny as Lex, hence why he’d chosen to spend it snuggling up to his very special other underneath multiple layers of blankets. The two of them were sitting on the couch, enjoying an incredibly terrible Christmas movie whose name they had forgotten, and had been for the past several hours; whenever one of those flicks ended they’d just queue up another one, because the point wasn’t to watch anything: it was to have an excuse to be together in a cold winter night, while also being able to pretend they weren’t doing it for the physical proximity. Not that they were uncomfortable with it, but it was a game they enjoyed playing; Lex would act all coy and adopt the role of the pliable, subby bottom, while Robert would employ his trademark domineering personality to great effect by leveraging his far beefier body as a heat source the tinier lizard could wrap himself around. The feline didn’t even have to wear clothes, not when he had Lex there to use him as a body pillow; thus, the two spent their time whiling away the hours until they could go to bed and proceed to more... intimate activities.
Of course, part of it was because Lex had his own plans for that night, plans that he hadn’t quite disclosed to his partner du jour, but was certain that they wouldn’t mind; for the lizard was not like every other reptile of his species, but rather possessed a very unique set of skills that allowed him to act on his eternal need for external warmth. That is to say, he could do more than just sit in front of a radiator and bask in the heat radiating from it, by directly sucking it up from other people around him; it was a very uncomfortable process, capable of outright freezing someone unless they had taken adequate measures to protect themselves… which is precisely why Robert had gone to such great lengths to bury the both of them beneath so many thick layers that they could barely see out of them. Lex, meanwhile, was already hard at work siphoning as much excess heat as he could out of his newest partner, knowing full well that, by the time he was done, the cat’s contributions would run far deeper than that.
Unbeknownst to the hunky feline, their current companion was capable of doing far more than just stealing heat. One wouldn’t imagine it just by looking at them, but Lex had an innate ability to “borrow” the best and most alluring attributes from those who he got closest to, even if only temporarily; it was always a surprise that he sprung on unsuspecting lovers, especially during more intimate moments, for the sake of maximum impact. Nothing sold dominance and power more than literally rutting the size out of someone while looming progressively more over them, making the bed squeak and groan each time they slammed their butt down on whatever shaft they happened to be stealing size from. It always ended up with a very worn-out, scared looking little thing looking up at an aggressively buff, tough and rough lizard, believing themselves to be a single moment away from death… before they spent the rest of the night cuddling and snuggling together, as Lex allowed the stolen mass to slowly seep back into its rightful owner. It was something he adored doing, and something that had cost him every relationship up until then; as much as people enjoyed it, very few had the mental fortitude required to go through that size of size-stealing process whenever they wanted to get frisky, much less live with someone who could turn them into tinier versions of themselves at a whim. But Robert was different… or at least Lex liked to believe he was.
The cat was kind, caring, and surprisingly gentle for someone who could bench-press him without breaking a sweat. He had a wide range of interests in fields that, at first glance, wouldn’t be stereotypically associated with someone of his body type, not to mention a deep, almost encyclopedic knowledge on extremely obscure Soviet animation that he cherished above all else. Him and Lex spent hours upon hours talking about nothing in particular, something they enjoyed doing almost as much as just snuggling while pretending to watch a movie, all of which had led the lizard to believe that, if anyone would ever be fine with having their size stolen in a moment of deep, physical proximity for the purposes of enhancing their sexual enjoyment, it would be him. There was something about that cat that made him feel special, be it the complex mind hiding behind a well-crafted “dudebro” persona he enjoyed showing off to the world, or just the way his smile melted Lex’s heart into butter; whatever the case may be, the liz knew that the two of them were meant to be together for a very long time… perhaps even permanently, if they played their cards right, which is precisely why he was so reticent to get started on the display of transformative powers.
“Hey, Rob?” Lex spoke up, tightening the hug he was giving, “I wanted to talk to you about something?”
“Hmm?” was the cat’s response, looking down for a second to give his partner a smile before bringing a headpat to bear, “What is it, hun?”
“You know how I was talking about how I could uh… take your warmth and all that? Y-you know, that conversation?”
“The one you stopped midway through and insisted you didn’t have anything else to say?” Robert chuckled, “Yeah, what about it?”
“W-well, there… there was something else I wanted to say. But I dunno how to say it without scaring you off, and I don’t wanna scare you off, s-”
The lizard was interrupted by a single finger being raised to his muzzle, his soon-to-be-lover shushing him quietly with a wide, warm smile still stamped on his face. He could’ve said something, could’ve reassured Lex that everything was fine and he needn’t worry about anything, that whatever it was they wanted to say, they could just say it and not have to worry. He could’ve gone to great lengths to reassure the small liz that he well and truly loved them, and wished for nothing more than for them to be truthful and honest with him. He could’ve… but didn’t. Because he didn’t need to. All the cat had to do was smile that beautiful smile, and suddenly Lex knew for a fact that, above all else, he was safe; whatever it was he had to do, whatever it was that happened between them, come hell or high water, he was safe. It was an interesting thing to feel, considering his previous romantic exploits, and it thus only made his desire to show off his powers that much more complicated and hard to initiate… but surely, if Robert was as understanding as Lex felt he was, then it would be… fine. There would be some explaining to do, and a lot of frantic, panicked flailing, but ultimately the feline would not only be ok with his partner’s unique abilities, he’d probably encourage them so the two could experiment in the bedroom!
Or, at least, that’s what Lex hoped would happen.
He moved closer, wrapping his arms even tighter around Robert’s chest. His rock-solid, toned, muscular chest… his hardened pecs, his chiseled abs, that glorious mane of fur, all of it. He was conflicted, torn between doing his usual thing and trying to go for a different approach, as the mere thought of giving up this soft warmth for the sake of shock value was becoming more and more unbearable for him. Was this how it felt to be head over heels for someone? Because things were a lot simpler when his emotions didn’t run as deeply as they did here; he could just steal all that beefiness away, gloat about it, then move onto the next person on the docket… but he didn’t want to, not now, not with Rob, and this made things a lot harder than they should, by all means, be.
Lex looked up, locking eyes with the big cat and hoping to find some semblance of comfort in them. His partner was still looking down at him, still with the same soft, mellowed-out expression that sold the “Go ahead, it’s fine,” spiel that needn’t be said. It was clear that the feline was expecting something to happen, and in fact found the absence of it to be quite entertaining, if nothing else; Robert had grown accustomed to seeing his precious lizard flustered over the most inconsequential of things, so this sudden shift in attitude wasn’t all that surprising as far as he was concerned. Lex, meanwhile, was struggling with himself over whether or not to go forward with his plan or just fall back and hope they could forget about everything… but that would just be dishonest. How could he expect their relationship to blossom properly if he wasn’t upfront about what he liked doing? It’s not as if it was permanent either, the cat wouldn’t be stripped of his hunky status for more than a few hours at worst, so it was best to just get it over with as soon as possible.
To that end, the lizard slowly sunk his fingers into his lover’s back, just enough for them to notice but not too strongly as to be painful. He felt the muscle mass underneath it, felt his consciousness expand to encompass every inch of it that there was, each muscle group identified and neatly catalogued inside Lex’s mind. It was important to take from each one in proportion, lest both their bodies end up looking like a misshapen mess; very slowly, and exercising a level of caution that he normally didn’t bother with, the liz began to siphon the raw muscle mass away from the larger feline, transferring it through his fingertips and into his own body. It wasn’t too much at first, at least not enough for the feline to notice anything happening, but after a few minutes of it, Lex could absolutely feel the hardened, rippling skin that he was holding onto softening beneath his touch, the enormous pecs and chiselled abs seemingly “sinking” into the cat’s body as his chest flattened and lost its toned physique. Robert, to his credit, appeared to be aware of what was going on, judging from the semi-surprised expression he sported, but said nothing about it; in fact, he was proactive about the whole thing, bringing a hand over to his partner’s head and gently patting it in just the right way to send shivers down the lizard’s spine.
The amount of room underneath the blanket cover didn’t change, but it did grow cramped in the exact opposite direction it had been so far. The two lovers’ size equalized after about ten minutes of size theft, far longer than Lex usually took; he figured that if he took things slowly enough and gave Rob a chance to back out at any point, then it would all end up a lot better than all the other times, and to his immense surprise, not only was his partner wholly aware of what was happening after a certain point, but his only reaction was to allow his arm to fall by his side and start purring, apparently enjoying the sensation of being sucked up and shrunk to feed his partner’s thirst for mass. Given that he wasn’t aware it was temporary, it said quite a lot about his personality, enough that, despite Lex slowly picking up the pace until he was larger than Robert had been, the lizard was the one who still blushed the hardest and failed to come up with any coherent words. He wanted to make it well-known just how much he appreciated the gesture, and yet the only thing he could think to do was… carry on doing it, the same way he always did; muscle memory won the day, though at least neither of them were willing to complain about it.
The low creaking that usually accompanied his transformations was nowhere to be heard, replaced with the soft rumbling of Robert’s purring and the odd clicking noises that Lex’s throat made whenever the lizard happened to be so happy that he couldn’t say words properly. The room was warmer, more welcoming, the atmosphere inviting and seemingly pushing them closer to one another. Despite the difference in size mounting between them again, Lex continued to tighten his hug, not really caring about the fact that he was going to be smothering his beloved very soon; Robert said nothing about it, preferring to snuggle up closer still, even as his body, which he had worked on and perfected over the course of several years, was reduced to but a shell of its former self. He didn’t really care, to be fair; if anything, this was just an opportunity for him to start all over again and prove that he had the mental and physical fortitude for a full reset. It was a challenge, nothing more, and he welcomed it as much as he did every other in his life. And if it made Lex feel better about himself? Then that was just the cherry on top of the proverbial sundae for the cat, who was more than happy to go to such great lengths to be supportive towards his chosen partner.
Half an hour it took for the process to be finished, after which the two of them remained stationary, holding one another as tightly as they could without it being constricting. Lex and Robert had effectively switched places, with the former now having turned into a colossal, reptilian hunk that looked capable of bending steel just by putting it between his pecs, and the latter taking on the countenance of a helpless little kitty cat with far too much smugness for his own good. Despite this, it wasn’t the lizard who took the initiative in going horizontal over the couch, but the smaller feline, who despite his diminutive size seemed more than capable of pulling his larger partner down onto him, his canines showing as he licked his lips at the thought of being the bottom for once; honestly, if this is what Lex saw whenever he suggested they have some fun, then he fully understood why the liz was so weak-kneed all the time, because he (or, well, his physique) looked good. So good that the only part of his body that could still grow larger was already at full mast.
“This should wear off in a few hours,” Lex spoke up, his voice growly and gravelly, far deeper than before, “then you’ll be back to nor-”
Once again he was interrupted, this time by a surprisingly strong cat pulling him down into a long, deep, and unabashedly tongue-filled kiss that went on for so long that it veered straight into the ridiculous. But Lex didn’t care.
He was happy. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Beebe and Petey Ch. 07
Tags: exhibitionism, creampies, lesbian, strap-ons
Jan, Dene and I were headed back to the beach in my sweet, almost new VW Bug. "Betty Bug" was a present from my parents as they moved from Corpus to California. Our family shared two cars, but that left me with none when they moved. Betty was the solution-she was used, but low mileage, still the current year and only $1300 to a family who was also being transferred. Betty was a great friend-she never complained, never balked and didn't drink much!
Chad and Eddie Vu were already speaking Vietnamese to each other back home. It turned out the language they tried out on him at Bliss was Thai. Eddie was surprised at how much Thai Chad had learned in the short time he worked on it, and at how accurate his accent was. We left them to it and headed for the beach by way of Jan's shop.
Dene and I told Jan last night about our performance on the ferry back from Padre Island. She offered to find something for Dene just as revealing as the undersized maillot I loaned her but way more comfortable. The store didn't open on Sundays, so we had the place to ourselves. Dene found the perfect solution! It was a "monokini." It was a skimpy bikini, but the top and bottoms were connected by a piece of fabric in the front that was perfectly contoured to her bush and treasure trail, then widened past her navel out to the sides or her top. The top fit her tits fine but it didn't really much matter. The yellow material was a very light nylon and wasn't lined. Jan said when it got wet, the top would be nearly transparent-sounded perfect for a little public play!
I decided to stay with my adjustable bikini, but then led Dene into the "back room" where all the toys lived. Dene went nuts! Jan gave her
$50 store credit and a list of the wholesale prices. (THAT was an eye-opener. Jan's markups quadrupled most of her costs!) Dene grabbed a smallish soft-skinned, ribbed vibe and then started browsing. She was intrigued with a selection of strap-ons. I'd seen them, of course, and thought of Dene, but she'd never heard of them before. She picked one with a rubber dick that looked "just right" and dropped in her shopping bag! Paddles and whips caught her eye next. She looked at me, raised her eyebrow, gave a crooked little grin and selected a short, rectangular leather paddle. A "Venus Butterfly" went in next, and she rounded it out with three boxes of rubbers.
"Looks like you're set for next semester, Dene!" I grinned at her.
"I'm set for TONIGHT, lover!" she grinned back.
"You want to get into your suits now?" Jan asked, "I'm going to."
We stripped off in the back room, got into our suits and cover-ups and headed out for the ferry. Jan's suit was the most modest, a one-piece, but had very high hips and a deep neckline that displayed plenty of cleavage. Jan and I were built about the same, so we needed some shaping bras to work up cleavage and Jan's suit had what it took!
On the ferry and at the rail again, we looked at the possibilities. There weren't many. The ferry out only had 3 cars, including ours, and the other two were families with young kids. We left our cover-ups unbuttoned but didn't shed them and just enjoyed the ride over. As we got near the dock on Padre, Jan trailed us as we walked back to the car. She said Dene and I turned one poor daddy's head far enough that he caught an elbow from his wife. We were talking and didn't notice-good to know, though!
We drove Betty way down the beach again to where the three of us set up yesterday. We hadn't talked about whether sex or even nudity was likely to break out this afternoon. Now that we were parked and pulling out beach towels and sun screen, I began to wonder. I hadn't realized Jan enjoyed girls until last night when she admitted to a 3-way. I should have had a clue, I guess, from the very first conversation we had after Dene and I kissed, but I assumed she was a one-guy-at-a-time kind of woman. I knew there had been a fair string of them, but didn't know about any girls. I wondered if she and Dene were a possibility. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of sharing Dene with someone other than Chad.
"I've gotta see just how transparent this suit really gets!" Dene exclaimed, and headed for the surf.
"You two made me eager for skinny-dipping again," Jan chimed in, "I've haven't done that for years, and I can't think of a better time or place!"
"I'm not going in yet," I said. "I'm just going to stretch out in the sun for a bit." I untied my bikini and stretched out on my stomach, luxuriating in the warm sun and gentle breeze.
In the waves, Dene's suit might as well not have been there at all! It molded tightly to every curve and fold, and while it wasn't *quite* as transparent as saran wrap, it left absolutely nothing hidden. The bottoms were lined, so they weren't quite as revealing, but her tits were well-defined and her treasure trail was on full display under the midriff panel.
She and Jan began horsing around, splashing each other and then dunking and giving piggy back rides and playing like we did when we were kids. Of course Jan was nude, and Dene might as well have been, so there was an erotic element to their play. As they wound down, they stood in waist deep surf and appeared to be giving Dene's bikini top a critical review. Jan tugged here and there on it, then reached in adjusted Dene's left boob inside the fabric and stood back. She turned Dene around, unhooked the top, slid it off, and reached around to massage her tits while hugging Dene from behind. Dene smiled, closed her eyes and leaned back into Jan. After a few minutes, I saw Jan's hands slip down Dene's abdomen and disappear below the waves. After a few more minutes Jan slid down past Dene's waist, disappeared briefly below the water, then re-emerged holding Dene's suit. The embraced face-to-face, kissed deeply and began walking to shore.
"You two seem to be getting along well!" I teased.
"Mmmmm. Yes!" Dene said. "Wanna join us?"
I just raised my eyebrow.
"Hey," Dene said, "you OK?"
"Sure." I said, without really meaning it.
"No you're not," Dene called me on my insincerity, "What gives?"
Jan sat down next to me.
"I don't think Tiger and I are ready to get it on, Dene. And I'm wondering if maybe I'm poaching on her time with you."
"That true, Petey?" Dene asked.
"It's definitely true that I'm not ready to eat Jan's pussy, or even French her, for that matter. I know I made you and Chad kiss, but I'm not ready for Jan. I'm still sorting through how I feel about the two of you getting into each other."
"Mmm. Let me say this, lover: I don't care *who* I end up with the rest of my life, I will *ALWAYS* be hungry for sex with you. ALWAYS. I'll probably meet a guy, get married and have a family sometime, and I'll probably fool around with guys and maybe girls once I'm back on campus. In fact, I'll fill you in on a couple of things we haven't had a chance to talk about yet along those lines, but *you're* irreplaceable. I'll never ever have somebody else *instead* of you, only in *addition* to you. You were my first, you're the best, we've known each other forever and we'll keep on knowing each other for the rest of time. Whoever I settle in with is going to have to understand going in that I'm going to keep on having sex with you as long as you want me. I love you, I love you, I *love* you. Deeply. And I always will, but seriously, we're both going to end up living with someone else, aren't we? You and Chad are practically married now, for God's sake." Then gently, she added: "If you want me to have sex with you now instead of Jan, I'm OK with that, but I'm horny as hell and somebody's gonna have to eat my pussy in the *very* near future!"
I looked at Jan. "You're pretty damn horny too, aren't you?"
"Not horny enough to jump Dene unless you're cheering me on. I mean it-just giving up and saying 'go ahead' really means 'no' to me. If you're going to cheer us on then, yes, but otherwise, I'm just going back out and float around naked in the sunshine."
I softened. What Dene said really moved me. It was absolutely true! We *were* going to have separate lives, and we *were* going to have sex with other people. I realized her declaration, that she and I were on top of the lover list and always would be, was what I was hoping for without even forming the thought yet.
"Go ahead, you two," I said, smiling genuinely. I kissed Jan softly on the lips, then playfully twisted her nipple, stood and pulled her up and said: "Get in there! Can't you see Dene's in distress! Eat her up!!"
"My God, Tiger," Jan said, "what an amazing woman you've become!"
She pulled me in tight for another full-contact hug, slid her hands down to cup my ass, pressed our cheeks together, then kissed my lips again before turning.
"Don't let me cramp your style," I said, grabbing my bikini. "I'm going for a walk."
I left them in a standing embrace and walked back down the surf line the way we came in, my bikini hanging over my shoulder. The storm last night had left tons of detritus on the shore, including some great-looking conch shells, my favorite. I strolled slowly, lifting each new conch to examine it for chips or holes. I'd keep the best until a better one came along. I wasn't sure how long I'd walked, but I began to see outlines of other cars far down the beach and thought this might be a good time to put my bikini back on. Impishly, I adjusted it for maximum exposure, hoping I'd get a chance to show off before long.
As I looked back down the beach, I realized there was a car coming toward me. It was still a long way off, but I thought I could make out a light bar on top. Crap. Beach patrol again! I couldn't see Betty anymore and began jogging back toward our spot. As I looked back over my shoulder, it was clearly the shore patrol. I jogged closer to the inland dunes until the sand became too soft for good speed. As I swept around a curve, Betty came into sight and I was blocked from the Patrol's view. I broke into an all-out sprint then and turned in just past the VW to see Jan kneeling behind Dene, fucking her like crazy with the new strap-on.
"Guys!" I gasped, "Beach Patrol, right behind me!" and sprinted back out to Betty. I popped the hood and got a coke out of the cooler and leaned as casually as I could against the door to sip it.
It was Dave and Tim from yesterday.
"Hi guys!" I greeted them. "Way better day today, isn't it?"
"Sure is," Dave replied, "and it's supposed to hold all week like this. Looks like you're still running! Is Chad around?"
"Yeah, I need to do it more. I can't believe how much endurance I've lost since track was over. Chad's at home. A friend is talking with him about his deployment." I wasn't going to give away the language thing-it seemed like it would invite more conversation than I wanted. "I'm here with Dene and my sister Jan."
"Oh!" Tim's eyes lit up, "Dene's here?" He looked expectantly beyond the VW. While his head was turned, I checked his crotch. Yep-doing a little tent-building! I wondered if it was my adjusted bikini or the thought of seeing Dene's tits pop out of her suit again that stiffened him up.
"Cool your jets horn-dog; let me see if she's awake and decent. She and Jan were snoozing when I went for a run. She's got a new suit, by the way, so she won't embarrass you like yesterday." He looked disappointed. I could barely contain a grin. Just wait.
I started around the mogul that hid them as Jan and Dene, now in their suits but looking a little flushed, came from the other direction. Dene's suit had dried out, but her tit's swayed and bounced provocatively under the thin fabric. Her partially erect areolas were on display.
"Hey, Kath, you're back! Nice run?" Then, pretending to spot the patrol guys for the first time, she added: "I thought I heard voices! How are you guys today!"
"Pretty good," answered Dave, "it's a light crowd, there's not much drinking-mostly families-and the weather is great! This is really a treat for November!"
We continued some light banter with them. Their eyes roamed from chest to chest-all 3 of us-as we talked. Tim's eyes stayed mostly on Dene, though, and when he thought she was looking away, he scanned down to her hips and crotch-and the stray pubes escaping the bikini bottoms- before rising to linger again on her tits. Dene's areolas were fully erect now, and faithfully outlined by the thin fabric. Mine were puckered too-I could feel them under my suit and wondered if my nipples were poking the fabric hard enough to make a show! The way Dave's eyes lingered on them, I thought probably so.
"Well, this suit has never been in the water and I'm getting hot standing here. I'm going for a dip!" Dene declared, and turned toward the Gulf. "Do you guys keep swim suits in your car, or are you stuck in those uniforms all day?" Jan and I shared a quick glance. We knew damned well what the guys would see when Dene came back out of the water.
"Just the uniforms," they said, sadly.
Dene wasn't long. Jan and I pretended to be deeply engrossed in conversation with the guys, but from their stares we knew Dene was out of the water and walking toward us.
"Wow!" That felt great!" Dene exclaimed!
"Uh-good. Uh-yeah, a dip in the, uh, ocean is, uh, always refreshing." Dave stammered.
"Maybe I'll take a quick dip too," Jan said and turned toward Dene.
"Good God, Dene!" Jan screamed in faux surprise, "That suit is completely transparent when it's wet. C'mon-let's get you a towel before you embarrass these guys to death!" and she grabbed Dene's arm.
"Nooooo!" Tim shouted, probably louder that he wanted to, because he looked shocked when he said it.
"Tim?" Dene was squeezing her tits on the pretense of modesty.
"Sorrysorrysorrysorry" Tim stammered. "I just, well, I mean, um, you're not um, embarrassing me or anything. You, um, you don't need to go. Uh please?"
Dene just looked at him, raising her eyebrow.
"OK-Um, listen. Dene, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I just can't stop looking. I couldn't wait to do the beach patrol again hoping I'd see you again. Please, we're going to have to get back on patrol soon. Please, don't cover up-and, um, yoywannagoouttonight?" he finished in almost a whisper.
"Tim, that's really sweet. I've got to be honest, hon. I'm not going out with you. Tell me, though, have you ever eaten girl's pussy?"
Where the hell was Dene headed with this?
"Um, no. I got to third base with Edie Alverez, but I never thought about, you know, kissing her down there."
"Timmy, I think we need to advance your skills with girls. Are you game for letting me show you a few things?"
"Uh, sure?" Tim answered tentatively.
"I'll make you a deal, Timmy," Dene cooed, "If you can give me a good orgasm by eating my pussy, I'll let you fuck my tits till you cum. And don't worry, I'll help you eat me juuuuuuust right."
Tim's eyes got as big as saucers. He looked at Dave for permission.
Dave shook his head in disbelief, but then said to Jan and me: "Let me show you two a couple of things the tide brought in up the beach a way," and led us off at a casual pace.
"So how long will it take 'ol Tim to get Dene off?" Dave asked.
"Dunno, I said. "But if I had to guess, I'd say she'll make him work for a half-hour or so. How long will it take Tim to pop?"
"I'd give him about 10 seconds, given what he thinks about Dene's tits. I'm having a hard time believing Chad's little sister talking and acting like that!" Dave said. "Does Chad know?"
"Must be college life," I said, ignoring the question about Chad. "Don't think I'd mention it to Chad, though. And on the subject, you should probably put some fear into Tim about gossiping or bragging. Chad was at the top of his unit in hand-to-hand."
"Good advice." Dave responded.
"How were you staying so cool, Dave?" Jan asked.
"It's an act," Dave said. "All three of you are red hot. If my girlfriend hadn't already screwed me twice this morning, I'd have more than this pathetic semi. Plus, I have a lot more sense that to screw Chad's little sister or his girl. You're lookin' pretty good, Jan, but you're WAAAYY out of my league."
"Do you suppose they'd mind if we headed back to watch the finale?" I asked.
"I'm betting Tim won't have any idea we're even there!" Dave answered. "But are you sure Dene won't mind?"
"Well, my bet is that Dene is counting on us to come back so we can enjoy the show," I replied. And we turned around.
I checked my watch. We had indeed been walking for a half hour. As we rounded the last mogul, we saw that Dene was nude, sprawled on her back on the hood of the cruiser while Tim, also nude, had his head buried between her legs and was shaking it back and forth. He had his right hand tucked up under his chin and my only curiosity was how many fingers he had up Dene's pussy. Dene spotted us and waved, holding a finger to her lips to keep us quiet. What an exhibitionist she was getting to be!!
"OK, hon, now suck my clit into your lips and flip the hell out of it with your tongue," Dene commanded. "Oooooooo, YES! Just like THAAAAAT!"
Dave's eyes were glued on the scene in front of us. Dene's tits rolled and shook on her chest as she gripped Tim's head and pulled it into her. Her eyes closed and her face was pinched in ecstasy-I knew she didn't have long!
While Dene's performance was holding Dave's rapt attention, Jan hugged him from behind. His "pathetic semi" wasn't pathetic or semi anymore! It strained against his uniform slacks and Jan took pity, rubbing him through the fabric. Dave's eyes widened and rolled up toward the sky.
Dene saw what was happening with Jan and Dave and relaxed her grip on Tim's head, commanding him: "I'm so close, Tim, so close, but I'm still not ready. Take your fingers out, slide your hands under my ass and just use your tongue really gently on my pussy lips for a while. Thaaat's it-nice. And sloooooow. And eeeeeeeeasy. Good boy. Good boy-just like that." Still out of Tim's line of sight, she motioned toward Dave's erection, then sucked her fingers, then pointed back at Dave's crotch and Jan. She clearly meat she wanted to see Jan suck him off. Jan shook her head, but unzipped Dave's slacks, reached in his underwear and pulled his cock free from its fabric prison. She gently sucked his earlobe and kissed his neck as she began stroking his dick.
Dave threw Dene and me a worried glance, then stared at Tim. I gathered that while he had no problem watching Tim eat Dene, he had no interest in Tim watching HIM. Or maybe he was protecting Jan. Anyway, I figured we needed to get him off ahead of Dene. I drew the line at playing with another guy so Jan was on her own, but I caught Dave's eye and began a slow, sensuous show for him as Jan continued to stroke his dick. I licked two fingers and slowly brought them down to my chest. Ever so deliberately, I moved them under my bikini top and played with my nipple, briefly closing my eyes then looking straight into Dave's. I ran the tip of my tongue slowly around my lips. In slow motion, I pulled the fabric of my bikini away from my left breast and rolled my very erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes again and shuddered, then resumed my direct gaze into Dave's eyes. I untied the strings behind my neck and let the top fall exposing both tits and then used both hands to cup and squeeze them, pinching my nipples over and over. Jan lowered her top too and moved around beside Dave so that her bare tits and stiff nipples were brushing his back and bare arm. Dave's eyes were still riveted on me! I could scarcely believe I had torn his attention from Dene's chest, but the realization made me even hornier, and very, very wet. I inched one flattened palm down my abdomen, slipping just my finger tips under the bikini bottoms, then back out, then back down. Finally, I plunged my hand all the way down, and slipped first one, then two fingers up my pussy. My eyes widened in delight at the sensation as they held Dave's stare for just a moment before he zeroed in my crotch. The fabric slipped to the side, revealing my fingers furiously pumping in and out of my pussy. I'm surprised the slurppy finger fucking sounds didn't break Tim's attention. The surf must have covered it up.
Dave's eyes clinched shut and his face contorted. Jan picked up the pace, pounding his dick for all she was worth. Dave's load wasn't as huge as the ones I'd been getting from Chad, but to be fair, Dave did say his girlfriend had already fucked him twice today! He shot about a yard though, and at the sight I dropped to my knees in the grip of my own orgasm.
Dene, seeing the show was over, grabbed Tim's head with both hands and pulled him in tight. In less than a minute, Dene bucked and screamed, and in true Dene style, pumped out a gusher. I re-tied my top, Jan pulled hers back up and Dave tucked and zipped.
"Don't worry, hon, that's pussy juice, not pee," Dene assured Tim. "Swallow some of it. Not every girl does this, so make the best of it now!" She gave a last shudder and lay back, still gripping Tim's head. "That was great, sweetie. You've really come a long way-you're gonna make Edie a very happy girl, and that's gonna make you a very happy guy! Wanna fuck my tits now?"
Tim couldn't even speak-he just nodded his head. Dene slid down and sat on the bumper. She grabbed her tits on each side, gripped Tim's cock between them and began rubbing up and down. Silently, Dave began counting the seconds on his fingers. He went past 10, raised his eyebrows appreciatively and started over. Tim made it a full minute and then blasted stream after stream of hot cum into Dene's chin. As he slowed down, Dene took his cock in her hand. He jumped a foot and squirted another shot that mostly landed in Dene's open mouth. She smiled up at him, licked her lips and swallowed.
Dave began clapping and we joined in. Tim whirled around and tried to cover himself.
"Don't worry yourself, Tim," Jan assured him, "you're among friends here and your friends thought that was exceptionally hot! And trust me; any girl you go out with will never let you go if you do what Dene just showed you. Eating pussy with skill and dedication is something us gals just can't resist."
"Dene, he's got a really huge cock!" I exclaimed. It was, too. Until now, I didn't have any point of comparison for Chad's. Dave was about the same size, but Tim's was probably two, maybe 3 inches longer and bigger around. "Tim, can I hold it?"
"Um, I guess?" Tim uncovered his crotch-he was still pretty hard. I moved in and took his dick in my hand. It was still slick with his cum and I began stroking it, lightly at first, then more firmly. The cum began to dry so I scooped up more from Dene's chest. (There was plenty!) I stroked him for less than another 15 seconds and damned if he didn't cum again! He didn't have a lot of cum this time, but the orgasmic spasms seemed to last even longer than the first time.
"Good job!" I told him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Kid," Dave said, "I hate to bring an end to this, but we were supposed to check in 5 miles from here about 10 minutes ago. Go take a quick dip, dry off and hop back in your uniform. It's time to hit the road."
Tim headed into the ocean, his dick still hard and bobbing as the trotted. Dave got a big towel out of the cruiser and we three distractions headed back out of his sight. Tim came back out of the water a little softer than he went, toweled off, dressed quickly and got in the passenger seat.
Jan strolled to his window. "Tim, I have some parting advice for you-keep this afternoon to yourself, and don't expect a repeat from Dene or Kath either one. Dave can educate you on how important this is. I mean it-don't brag about this to anyone. Don't even hint about it. Just eat pussy and reap the rewards!"
Tim nodded his assent.
The ferry ride back had more cars aboard than the outbound trip this morning, but there were a lot of families with young kids this Sunday afternoon. We didn't feel like trolling among the daddies and their kids, so I kept my bikini unfurled to full width and we all fastened a few buttons on our cover-ups. Still, we caught a lot of stares. Dene turned the most heads, but Jan and I got our share too, even from guys with hot-looking wives. Does a girl good!
We stopped at the drive-through car wash before heading home. Car washes got a lot of business in Corpus, and there were a bunch of them. Getting the salt spray hosed off the undercarriage was crucial if you had any hope of hanging onto your car for more than a couple of years. The corrosion was a constant battle. Betty always got washed after we came off the ferry, every single trip.
We had fun re-hashing the day's events. None of us knew Tim's girl, Edie, but we all agreed that if we ever met her we'd need a full report on whether Tim practiced Dene's pussy-eating lessons.
"How come you didn't fuck him, Dene?" I asked.
"After I saw his dick, I was awfully tempted. Hey Jan?" Dene turned to the back seat, "How do Chad and Dave and Tim compare to guys in general? How big are dicks supposed to be, anyway?"
"They vary a lot." Jan said. "I'd have to say Chad's and Dave's are about average. He's what, about 4 or 5"? Tim's getting on toward extra-large. The biggest one I've ever had was about 10". That one actually bottomed out in my vagina. I could feel it stretch me lengthwise when he pumped. The shortest ones were under 3". Tony is about Chad's size, and honestly I like that the best."
"Under 3"? Is that even long enough?" Dene asked.
"Oh yeah! Absolutely! A 3" guy was one of the best lovers I've ever been with. Mainly, I think, because he didn't keep obsessing over how short his dick was-he just concentrated on making sure I had great orgasms, and he was really good at reading my reactions. Pussies are great things-they can stretch for the big ones, and tighten back up for the smaller ones. And I actually prefer the small dicks for butt-fucking."
"Whoa! You let guys fuck your ass?" I said. "That's not something I've ever been interested in."
"Don't feel obligated to try it," Jan said, "but keep an open mind. It can be fun if you do it right. I tried it the first time to give a guy a break while I was on the rag. He was happy, and I actually liked it. It's just important to go slow and use lots of lube. And like I said, smaller dicks work better for butt sex than monsters, at least in my opinion."
"Wow. I feel like I'm in graduate-level sex ed!" I joked, then turning to Dene, asked "Hey-what was the strap-on like?"
"Oh, Petey, I LOVED it!" Dene exclaimed. "I can't wait till we get a chance to play with that thing! You busy tonight?"
"I'm horny as hell! Watching the sex going on all around me today has me pretty damned worked up, even after jilling off. But what I really want tonight is to have Chad all to myself-all night long. I want to fuck him 'till we just melt into the sheets and then wake up with him in the morning. It's occurring to me that you and Jan may find a way to entertain yourselves? I hadn't thought of that when I was getting all green-eyed about you two getting it on, but now I don't feel a bit guilty about not having a 3-way with you when I really just want to be with Chad."
"Oh, I think Jan and I will find something to do," Dene said, reaching back to stroke Jan's thighs in the seat behind me.
Back at home, Chad and Eddie were still locked in conversation-none of which we understood. They looked up as we trooped into the living room.
"I thought you were going to the beach!" Chad said. "Did you change your mind? Or forget something."
"Chad?? It's 5:30. We've been on Padre all day!"
"Holy shit!" Chad proclaimed. "I had no idea! It felt like you'd just left!!"
"I knew how long," Eddie said, "I'm exhausted, but Chad's got an amazing grasp of language-I didn't want to stop! We didn't even eat lunch! I really need to get home, though. Marty's going to think I'm in a ditch somewhere!"
"So, where does Chad stand now, Eddie?" I asked.
"He could probably find his way around, handle money, order food, insult people, and tell a few jokes. That's really astounding-like a year's work if he was taking a course at the JC. His accent is spot on. For the words he knows, I would swear he's from Saigon, like me. The vocab is still pretty basic, but he's good at what he's got." Then turning to Chad he asked: "How long are you going to be here?"
"Just 'til Wednesday, then up to St. Louis with the family for Thanksgiving. I'm going to stay there until I have to report for AIT at Polk on the 10th."
"Tell you what. I've got some use-or-lose annual I need to burn. How about I take two days tomorrow and Tuesday and we keep working on vocab and syntax? I don't think, even as fast as you learn, that we'll make you pass for anything like a native speaker, but we can definitely make you better. I'd like to work in a few more idioms too. Those can make all the difference."
Chad looked at me-we hadn't really set plans for the next two days, but we'd both assumed we'd be together pretty much the whole time.
"You gotta go for it, Chad." I said. "Eddie, that's just incredible you'd do that for Chad."
"OK, Eddie. That sounds great, and thank you. A lot! But I need to keep from burning out. Now that we've stopped, I realize we've gone about as long today as I've got in me. I was worried that I was shutting down after only a half-hour! I'm relieved to find I just lost track of time, but we've gone non-stop for about 6 1/2 hours, and that's about my limit. How about you swing by about 10 both mornings and we'll go from there. Or, I could meet you at your place?"
My place might actually be better, Eddie said. I've got a few things from Saigon I'd like to show you. Marty can join our conversations too. She's from the Central Highlands, and her accent is different.
"I've got classes tomorrow and Tuesday," I said. "I was going to blow them off and just hang out with Chad and Dene, but I've got a 4.0 going now, and I'd hate to miss a pop quiz or something. I'll plan on going in, I think. Tomorrow I've got a 10:00 and a 1:00, so I'll be gone from 9:30 to 2:30 or so. Tues is a 9:00, 11:00 and 2:00."
"I'll be at the shop all day," Jan added. "Dene, you want to come with me? I could use some extra help on the register while I work on the books."
"Sure, Jan, I'd be glad to!"
"Okay, then," Chad said. "Eddie, I'll be at your house about 10 and we'll go from there!"
Eddie took his leave and wished us all a good night. We turned again to dinner, and settled on ordering pizza and drinking beer instead of cooking. It hit the spot!
As we cleaned up from dinner, I whispered to Chad: "I want you all to myself tonight. Is that OK with you? We don't have much more time for the 3 of us to be together, and if you want more time with Dene, I'll understand."
Chad kissed me lightly. "Let's make it an *early* night. Just the two of us."
We excused ourselves and headed to the shower.
It was a "classic" night for us. We reverted back to the pattern of our love-making in the months before he got drafted. No exploration, no new boundaries, nothing unfamiliar. Well, almost nothing.
We showered together and took our time at it. Chad hugged me close and soaped my shoulders and back. With the shower beating against his back, he used his soapy hands to massage my back and shoulders. Turning me, his firm hands on my back pressed my tits into his chest, and the movement of the massage had the effect of stimulating them at the same time. It felt absolutely wonderful. It felt wonderful, too, when his hands found their way down to my butt cheeks. Oddly, it didn't light me up like it usually did-it just gave me a very deep sense of delight. If I could have purred, I would have! We reversed and I worked on his back for a while, then kneeled and gave each leg a soapy massage before giving attention to his balls and dick. I was surprised he wasn't hard when I kneeled, but with my cheek brushing his crotch as I worked on his legs, that changed. Cupping his balls in one hand, I reached around and soaped between his ass cheeks with some special attention to his bung hole. He shuddered and let an appreciative "mmmmmm" escape from his lips. Hmm. Interesting.
I rose again and stood back a little to soap his chest. I turned him around, hugged him from behind and reached around to continue running my hands over his chest. It seemed a little hairier than before he left. Like Dene, his pubic hair flowed up from his crotch, narrowing toward his navel and then blooming wide as it ascended his chest. I loved running my fingers through it! Standing behind him, his ass fit into the area between my belly and pussy. I reached down to make sure his dick was good and clean (wink, wink) but didn't linger before moving back up to play with his nipples. I felt them stiffen under my touch and rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers. There wasn't much spare skin on his muscular chest. I turned him into the shower stream and put some pressure on his shoulders to have him kneel and washed his hair. When we rose again, he hugged me from behind and returned all of my attention, even including washing my hair! That was actually a first for us, but what a treat!
Only when the temperature signaled the water heater had given us everything it had did we turn off the shower and reach for the towels. As we walked the short distance back to my bedroom, I heard the faint but unmistakable sounds of someone's ass getting paddled. Chad didn't seem to notice.
In bed, we followed our "formula" and settled into a nice 69. We did draw it out more than usual. I stopped each time I felt Chad start toward an orgasm. He was working on my pussy very gently, not sucking on my clit yet. He would lightly kiss around in my bush, nip at my thighs, kiss his way over to my pussy and tongue fuck me for a while before pulling back and repeating the process. It took us a half-hour of our favorite foreplay before I didn't stop when his orgasm began to develop. He went to work on my clit in earnest then and we went through our well-practiced variations of intensity until we both came at the same time. It seemed to last forever! I clamped my thighs around his head and humped like crazy. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth with the same intensity as his cum blasted into my mouth. I hungrily hoovered every drop of cum out of his dick and we finally rolled onto our backs. He reached for my hand and squeezed it.
"Damn! We are GOOD!" Chad gasped.
"Practice pays!" I replied, and kissed him gently. "Can I ask you something while was get our breath back?"
"Sure?" he said, a little apprehensively.
"What gives with Dene and the paddle she bought at Jan's store?"
"Whoa-what store and what paddle?" Chad asked.
"Oh. Sorry. That sexy lingerie store next to Jan's record shop? She keeps it a secret, but it's Jan's. She took us there to get a swim suit for Dene to replace that thing of mine she had to squeeze into yesterday. She's got an "adult toy" store behind the lingerie section, too, with all kinds of dildos and other stuff. Jan gave Dene $50 of store credit and she went a little nuts buying stuff, including a leather paddle. I didn't quite get that, but she grinned at me like I ought to know."
"You got me," Chad said. "Dad used to be pretty strict with us when we were little, but he'd use either his hand or one of those biff bat things on us. If it was serious, it would be pants-down and right on the underwear. Or skirt up, I guess, in Dene's case. The last time I remember either of us getting, though, it was Mom giving it to Dene. Come to think of it, Dene was getting it pretty often then, and for dumb stuff. Kind of like she was asking for it. It was around the time her tits started growing, I think. Anyway, after Mom gave it to her that time, they started grounding her instead and she stopped doing so much stupid stuff."
"I heard somebody's ass getting paddled as we got out of the shower."
"Wow. Had to have been Jan on Dene or vice versa," Chad speculated.
"Pretty much. I've gotta find out what that's about. Chad?"
"Mmm?"
"What do you think will happen with the language thing? Did Eddie have any thoughts?"
"He said if the Army had half a brain, they'd spend my AIT on languages. But he said that might or might not be a good thing for me. It might land me in Army Intelligence, and that might make it tough to tell anyone where I was or what I was doing. He said you and I ought to have some code words that would pass a censor if I wanted to keep you in the loop."
"Holy Shit!...Chad?"
"Um Hmm."
"You think we should get married? I mean before you leave for AIT?"
The marriage question had stayed unvoiced for a long time. I thought about it all the time. I didn't really want to get married right away, but suddenly, it seemed like the time was short.
(Holy Shit! I just proposed to HIM!)
"I've been trying to bring that up since I got here, Kath, but I've been scared. In fact, I've been thinking it ever since March."
"It is scary. I'm not sure I want to be a married woman before I'm out of college. What scares you?"
"Mostly I was scared you would say no. And I'm not sure it's a good idea to get married and then leave. I can't imagine spending the future with anyone but you. Now, I've got no idea what the future is going to be. If we don't get married now, will you wait for me 'till I get out?"
"Is that a proposal of some sort?"
"Well, yes-not how I'd figured I'd propose, but yes. Kathy-I want to marry you. Maybe not this week, but I want to marry you and nobody else."
"Then yes-absolutely. I'd wait for 20 years if that's what it took."
"That's a long time without sex!" Chad teased, "can you manage?"
"Hey!" I shot back, "I'm only waiting to marry you-I didn't say a thing about no sex! But just in case, maybe we'd better store up a few more memories to sustain us!" I reached down to play with his dick. It was soft, but sprang to life quickly and Chad pulled me close for a deep kiss. The kiss brought instant moisture to my pussy as Chad soon discovered. He mounted me in the missionary position and slammed his dick home with authority.
"YES!" I whispered huskily, "Hard and fast! Keep it up! Keep it up! Keep it UP. FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!" And did he ever! After about 5 minutes, I had another vaginal orgasm and punctuated the air with a series of low, loud grunts. I was vaguely aware that Jan and Dene could probably hear me, but I just didn't care. Chad knew I came (how could he miss it!) but he didn't stop. He kept slamming into me with fierce intensity and goddamit, I came again not 30 seconds later! Still, he didn't stop. He fucked me hard for fully 15 minutes until he himself began growling, low and deep in his chest, and then exploded into me and roared. Even after his orgasmic spasms stopped, he didn't pull out. He propped himself on his elbows above me and kissed me for a long time. I wrapped my legs around his ass and marveled at the perfect delight in and around me.
He rolled off me and lay on his back briefly before asking: "Want me to clean you up?"
"Only if you like it. I got the impression you had to make yourself do it on the beach."
Chad winked at me, then moved between my legs and began sucking our combined juices out of my pussy. Fair being fair, I moved around to suck his dick some more, enjoying both the traces of my own juices and the few remaining drops of cum that I could suck out of Chad's now flaccid dick. After a bit, I woke up with my cheek on his thigh and his arm draped over my hips. In the dim light, I realized he was hard again.
"You awake?" I whispered.
"Yep!"
"You're hard!"
"Yep!"
"Hmmm. Whatcha got on your mind?"
"I was thinking I forgot to get on my knees when I proposed."
It took my sleepy mind a few moments to connect with what he was thinking, but then asked:
"Chadwick Preston! Are you going to propose while you fuck me doggy style?"
"Depends on your, ahh, *receptivity*."
"On your knees, big boy!" I said, coming back to life.
Quickly, we were "coupled" again. Chad held my hips as he slowly moved the full length of his dick in and out while he sweetly proclaimed how much he loved me and finally asked: "Kathy, will you be my wife?"
"I can't answer that without looking at you Chad. See if we can spin me around and lift me up."
It went more smoothly than I thought it might! Without taking his dick out of me, Chad pulled me to the end of the bed, lowered my hips, helped me turn on my back and then scooped me up in his arms as he stood upright. I wrapped my legs around his back and said "YES!" then kissed him deeply. I felt him cum again while we stood. I felt so happy; the tears began flowing as I kissed him over and over.
Monday and Tuesday nights were much the same, just without the proposal. I agreed we wouldn't say anything until he could get me a ring. He wasn't sure about whether or not to ask my dad for "my hand" since we'd already passed that point. I thought it would make Dad happy, so we kept quiet until we got to St. Louis.
The four of us went our separate ways during the day, Jan and Dene to the store, Chad to Eddie's for language lessons and me to school in the daytime. We ate take out together in the evenings, and then retired to bedrooms at opposite ends of the house for sex. It was Dene's ass on the receiving end of the paddle, I learned, but she would only smile when I asked her what the hell was going on there. Tuesday night, she raised her skirt to reveal her bare behind as she walked down the hall to Jan's room. It was a mottled red with a few rectangular bruises. I resolved that she would absolutely tell all before we parted.
Wednesday, we were off for Thanksgiving in St. Louis and a huge family reunion.
To be continued | literotica |
Title: How the Story Ends
Tags: erotic couplings, camping, romance, romantic
*Author's note:
This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental.
This story was inspired by the song 'Please don't tell me how the story ends' sung by Kris Kristofferson.*
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Water dripped gently off the icicles hanging from the aspen branches as the late spring sunshine slowly warmed the air. It was a beautiful location; a lake nestled in the forest, behind me the buildings of the Sunshine Outdoor Summer Camp were being opened and aired for the coming summer season. The camp was one of several which catered for youth at risk, taking underprivileged kids into the outdoors to teach them about nature and, more especially, about themselves. This was my first camp; to say I was excited would have been a gross understatement; I was totally ecstatic, barely believing that I was actually here.
I had completed my counselling degree a few days earlier, but had applied for this job several months ago. For the longest time I heard nothing so had assumed I should look for other work for the summer, and maybe for the rest of my life. While my training was in counselling, my passion was the outdoors. I was a competent hiker and rock climber so I had hoped that I may be able to find work teaching and leading in those areas as well as undertaking counselling as required. Then there was the email, my whoop for joy, and now here I was, admiring the beautiful view and zoning out as the chief instructor, Matt, briefed us on the summer camps. I refocused.
"We take groups of 12 for ten days at a time on hikes, and also work with those groups in other activities such as canoeing, sailing and rock climbing. Each group has two instructors, usually one who is experienced and another who has little or no experience with this operation. That doesn't mean that the less experienced instructor lacks skills; everyone here has amazing skills and knowledge, so each instructor will be expected to be able to lead the group and fully participate in all group experiences."
Canoeing? Sailing? I had done both but certainly I knew I was not an expert in these. Rock climbing was a different matter; I knew I was competent in that, as well as hiking, and I had learnt a reasonable amount about counselling, especially for youth at risk. I guessed I could quickly learn what was necessary in canoeing and sailing. I focused back in to what Matt was saying.
"So, here are the pairs that I've sorted out. These are probably 90 percent certain and will remain for the whole summer camp program. You will work together as a pair with your group on the ten-day course, then have four days off between courses before starting it all again. It might seem that this is a long time off between groups, but believe me, some of these kids can be very hard work. It also allows time for you to develop your skills in areas of your choice, so you'll be able to attend courses of your choice to improve those. I'll call your names in pairs and you can meet each other and spend the next while talking together, briefing each other on your abilities and areas in which you feel less competent. As far as has been possible, you are carefully matched for gender, areas of expertise and experience."
I could see the wisdom of this since we would be leading mixed gender groups and the outdoor expertise was only part of the whole program, the other being the interpersonal aspects, which to some extent were the most important. The aim of the courses was to expose the youths to challenging and often very scary situations and then debrief them to enable them to grow in every way. In theory, this will allow them to live their lives with higher self esteem and confidence. I tuned in to the names again as I heard mine called.
"Evie?"
I stood up.
"Hi Evie. You're with Alex. Alex is a very experienced leader and I'm sure you'll learn a great deal from him. Your counselling knowledge will be very valuable as Alex's skills are mainly in the outdoor skills, he tends to gloss over the counselling aspects, eh, Alex?"
I saw Alex grin at Matt, then stride to the outside of the group and around to me. He was tall, lithe, with a contagious grin. As we met, there was no tentative handshake; instead he wrapped me in his arms and gave me a bone-cracking hug, which I returned, though not with the same strength.
"Let's head over to the little inlet and have a chat," he suggested.
I had only been on site for a few hours, enough time to find my room and the kitchen for a coffee, so I tagged along as he chatted on about the camps and the fun we'd have this summer.
"It's great that we get to do what we most like in a beautiful location and get paid for it," he commented.
I thought about this for the first time; getting paid for doing what you love; couldn't get much better than that. We arrived at a secluded area with the water of a small inlet lapping at our feet. Alex spread the rug he carried on the damp grass and we sat and talked, sharing our lives so far. We had very complementary skills, he being short on the counselling theory while being expert on the outdoor skills.
"Canoeing and sailing can easily be taught and learnt," he told me, "While counselling skills, hmmm, those are a lot more difficult to take on board. It involves attitudes, which cannot easily be taught or learned but very often they are simply innate. However, I'll be very interested in seeing how you work with these kids and hope to learn lots. It'll be a great summer, I just feel it."
He grinned his huge smile at me, and I smiled back; it was difficult not to respond to his sunny grin. I found I was slowly coming under his spell and could easily see why he was employed as a leader in this camp. He also enjoyed snow, being a competent ski instructor as well as a mountaineer.
"If we're still talking to each other by the end of summer, we could do some mountaineering and skiing next winter if you like."
I replied non-committedly; we had summer to get through first. However, right now I thought what was not to like about this guy? I even began having thoughts of what it would be like to fall in love with him. I'd had a couple of boyfriends during the past few years, but nothing serious or long-lasting. I enjoyed my freedom; the guys I'd dated quickly thought they owned me, especially after we'd made love. They had seemed to be so dependent and, conversely, so domineering. Men!! So far, Alex seemed different; he had more confidence in himself, as though he didn't need to be the boss as he treated me as his equal, despite our difference in experience levels. I asked him about this.
"In my mind, everyone has something to teach and everyone has something to learn from everyone they meet. Why else would they meet but because it was necessary?"
It was a rhetorical question, but still was thought provoking; what had I to learn from Alex? What did he have to learn from me? Time would tell, I guessed.
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The rope tightened in my grip as a small piece of rock fell beside me, leaving Alex swinging gently close to the cliff. His anchor had held, so he was safe; he just had to get a grip of the face and continue climbing.
"You Ok?" I called.
"Yeah. Damn rotten rock. It's the problem climbing so early in the season, the rock's been weakened by the freezing winter conditions and there hasn't been anyone up here yet to break off the weak bits."
He grunted as he reached for a handhold, finding footholds and taking his weight, lowering me slightly so I was once again fully supported by the ground. He quickly climbed back to his previous level, then continued, fitting jam nuts into cracks and clipping his belay rope through the carabiners. Another few minutes and he was at the top. Once he called he was safe and tied on, I unwrapped the belay rope from around me and tied onto the end. It was now my job to second up the cliff, removing the pieces of protection he had placed as I passed them.
It was a relatively easy climb and I arrived alongside Alex after about five minutes without any misadventures. He gave me a hug as I arrived.
"Thanks for holding me," he said with a grin, "Hope I wasn't too heavy."
"Well, you did almost lift me off the ground, but there was plenty of friction so no probs. Pleased you had lots of pro in; if you'd fallen far we both might have been dangling."
"Yeah, always put in plenty of pro, that's my motto," he replied, "Thanks again, though, it's great to know I'm climbing with an expert."
Alex wrapped his arms around me again and gave me a more intimate hug, followed by a peck on my cheek. I also felt a distinct pressure against my hip which felt like a hardening cock. Hmmm, maybe this would be an interesting summer, I thought.
I watched as Alex set up the abseil, using a fixed anchor with attached carabiner, then he hooked onto the double rope and zipped down to the base of the cliff. I followed as soon as he was off the rope and we pulled the rope down.
"Time for lunch, I think," he commented as we coiled ropes and shouldered packs, "Lakeside lunch Ok for you?"
"Sounds good to me," I agreed and we set off along the trail to the picturesque lake mirroring snow-capped peaks across the valley.
Once we arrived we unpacked lunches and relaxed side by side in the warm sun, chewing contentedly.
"Pity the water's so cold," I commented, "I really feel like a swim after our exertion doing those five climbs this morning."
"It's not that cold," Alex replied, "After all, you were swimming in it yesterday when we practised canoe capsizes. And it's had an extra day's sun by now."
"Yeah, but we were prepared for it yesterday with swim gear and wet suits. Today we only have what we stand up in and I don't really want to spend the afternoon in wet gear if I can help it."
"Well, we could always remove it first," he replied with a grin, "Doesn't worry me; does it worry you?"
I thought of the many times I'd skinny-dipped in the past with hiking groups. It hadn't concerned me then, why should it now? After all, Alex and I were going to be together most of the summer, probably sleeping alongside each other in a tent for most nights. There was nothing he had that I hadn't seen before, and I was certain that he'd seen many naked women in his life as well. And I was hot and sweaty and I knew the cold water would feel wonderful, for a few moments anyway, then drying off in the sun was always pleasantly relaxing.
"Nope, beat you in," I replied with a grin.
We both stripped quickly, ironically facing away from each other, then I heard him sprint towards the lake as I hopped on one foot trying to remove my tight climbing boot. It came off and I turned and ran towards the lake as Alex lay back in the water and watched my jiggly bits jiggling. The water was cold, probably less than 50, I guessed, but I plunged in and emerged with teeth chattering alongside Alex. I crouched down, water up to my shoulders, protecting my body from his gaze at the expense of losing body heat at a huge rate. Alex stood up, the water coming up to his waist. I admired his tensed six-pack and watched the vague outline of his cock semi-floating under the water. My teeth began chattering harder as I shivered with cold, losing heat faster due to my greater immersion and also due to my lower body mass. Alex looked at me with concern.
"Come on, you need to get out now or you'll become hypothermic."
I realized that I could no longer feel my feet and could move only slowly. I'd lost heat far faster than I'd expected. I slowly stood up, feeling his eyes on my pointy, contracted nipples, then tried to take a step. I could barely move. Alex held out his hand and I took it, allowing him to pull me slowly towards the shore. I noticed the look of concern on his face and knew from experience and my wilderness first aid training that I would soon be in real trouble unless I warmed up. Yesterday was totally different, I realized, because we'd expected to get wet and wore thick wetsuits; today it was just birthday suits.
"H-h-help m-m-me p-p-please," I shivered.
Alex took a step towards me and scooped me up in his arms as though I was a featherweight, then strode towards shore, holding me clear of the water. When he arrived at our lunch spot, he sat me on the grass the removed a jacket from his pack and lifted me onto it, then sat behind me, pressing his warmer body against mine and wrapping his arms around me, holding his jacket against my wet skin. I felt the warmth from his body and after a few minutes I stopped my uncontrollable shivering and took stock of our situation. Here we were, having met two days ago, naked, alone, him cuddling against my back while he wrapped his arms and some of his jacket around my front - and despite the cold, he was obviously aroused because I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass!
I relaxed more, as I slowly warmed up, and leant back against his warmish body, aware that I must have taken a considerable amount of his warmth for myself. He felt me relax against him.
"Feeling better now?" he asked.
"Yes. Thank you. I'm amazed how quickly I lost so much heat. Very different from yesterday with the wet suits. I guess, though, that because I cooled down quickly, I didn't cool to any great depth so I'm warming up again quickly as well."
I turned my head and looked up at him, seeing him grinning down at me.
"You quite like holding me like that, don't you?" I chuckled.
"Well, little lady, I must admit that it's quite nice and I sure don't hear you complaining about it. I can let you go if you like."
"No, I think I need a bit more warmth. My breasts still feel cold." I grinned up at him as he cupped my breasts with his hands, just holding them, not massaging or anything, not at first touch. A real gentleman, I thought, feeling his cock harden between my ass cheeks. I relaxed in his arms, wondering how the summer would pan out since we'd come this far on day three.
Alex eventually broke the mood, pushing me forward a little with his chest, unwrapping his arms from around my body, then standing up behind me. I quickly spun around as he turned away, only catching a glimpse of his large, swaying manhood.
"Thanks very much, Alex," I said to his back, hoping he'd turn around. Instead he looked over his shoulder. Did I want to take this any further now, or leave the inevitable until later, I wondered. My impetuosity took control and the words were out before I'd even consciously thought them. "Hey, honey, turn around and let me see that thing you have there."
Omigod, I thought as I heard the words come out, what would he think? I watched for his response with mixed feelings; fear, doubt, anticipation, dread. Had I, by that simple request, wrecked a possible wonderful summer relationship? Would he think I was too forward, too precocious? I only had a second to wait as he made up his mind. Seemed he wanted us to be us as much as I wanted us to be us for the summer.
Alex slowly turned around and placed his hands on his hips, grinning down at me, his hard cock waving in front of him, his balls tightly held below, his foreskin partly retracted so his pink cock head was visible with a drop of precum poised on the end. We stayed like that for what seemed forever; time stood still as I looked at him and he watched me watching him.
"You like what you see?" he asked at length.
"Yes, very much. Now it's my turn."
I stood up and also placed my hands on my hips, then spread my legs apart a little, then a little more, feeling my labia separating slightly. My nipples stood out from my breasts, but this time it was from lust, not from cold. Neither of us moved; neither of us wanted to break this tender, erotic moment by making some move that could be misinterpreted and may end a whole summer of fun before it had even started. We must have remained like that, each inspecting the other, for at least two minutes before he finally spoke.
"Would you like to touch?"
Would I ever, not just touch, but lick, suck, deep throat, massage, and be fucked again and again and again, but my thoughts were running away; tiny steps, Evie, tiny steps.
"Yes, please, may I?"
"Yes, and may I touch you?"
"Oh, yes, darling, yes please do."
We each stepped towards the other and we simply pressed our bodies together, hugging, each other, massaging the other's back and ass cheeks. I could feel his cock between my legs, between my separated labia, throbbing against my wet pussy. I felt my breasts pressing into his chest, warming further against his warm body. Then I looked up at him and caught him looking down at me, our lips so close, we moved them slightly and we kissed, a long, languorous, loving, luscious, lovers' kiss which sent sparks or electricity racing through my body. Oh, how I wanted to consummate our relationship right then, on the soft grass, his huge, hard cock forced fully into my welcoming cunt; but no, if it had been a one day thing, if I'd been his client and he my guide and if we'd never see each other again, yes, most definitely. But it wasn't like that; for our relationship to last the summer and be all it could be, it needed carefully built foundations.
We broke the kiss at last and I snuggled my cheek against his shoulder while he snuggled his cheek against my still wet hair. We held each other for more long minutes, then slowly, silently we parted and turned to dress, once again facing away from each other.
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"We need to decide on our camping arrangements before we select out gear," Alex explained as I looked around the gear shed. We were packing for a three-day hike and, although it hadn't been mentioned directly, we needed to decide whether to take a single-person tent each and sleep apart or take a two-person tent and sleep together.
"It seems a waste of effort to take a tent each," I commented, looking for a way to tell him I really, really wanted to sleep with him, but without saying as much. Tiny steps, I reminded myself.
"Yes, I totally agree. We'll be in separate sleeping bags anyway so it's not like anything will happen," he reassured me.
Unless we want it to, I thought hopefully. We selected our tent and sleeping bags, which I noticed could be fastened together by adjusting the zippers, and collected cooking and other equipment required.
"My cabin's bigger than your room so we'll take everything there and pack," suggested Alex.
His cabin was huge compared with my own room, a single large bedroom with a welcoming queen sized bed, a lounge and kitchen room and the usual ablutions. We spread things out on the floor, then I returned to my room to collect my personal clothing and gear needed for the hike, took that to Alex's cabin and we packed for our trip. There were two goals for this hike, firstly, to enable the newbie instructors, including me, to get a feel for the lie of the land to improve our navigation skills, and secondly, as a further group bonding exercise between the pairs of instructors. I certainly hoped to extend the scope of the group bonding between Alex and myself. We would be walking each day, the experienced instructors pointing out features along the way, and we were camping at specific campsites which we would later use with our groups. These campsites offered the rough living of wilderness camping but in an environmentally friendly manner with long-drop toilets and designated fire pits to minimize pollution and environmental damage.
By 10am we were packed, had loaded out food and were assembled with the other instructors ready to head out. Matt, the chief instructor, briefed us on the whole trip then focused on today's hike.
"I know that you all have experience in wilderness hiking; you wouldn't be here if you hadn't. So, the more senior instructors and their partners will take turns at leading in pairs with debriefing after each stage to enable less experienced leaders to learn from peer review. It's designed to be supportive and non-threatening, so please bear this in mind when you give and receive this feedback. Remember, there is no criticism, only feedback. Any questions?"
There were none, so Matt chose a pair to lead and we headed out along the trail. Alex and I were in the middle of the group and Alex took pains to point out places and items of interest while I did my utmost to store this information away for future use, knowing in the back of my mind that after leading several groups it would all become second nature and that with a group, Alex would be there also.
We stopped for lunch after two hours and ate beside a beautiful, clear stream, chattering to itself as it flowed over a rocky bed. The water tasted wonderful, cool and refreshing. Alex and I sat together, talking quietly, sharing our food and our thoughts. After lunch, we debriefed the previous leaders, appointed another pair and continued our hike. We stopped for a snack after a couple of hours, debriefed the leading pair, then Alex and I were appointed as leaders. I found this task to be very easy, especially as the 'clients' were instructors themselves, so there were no grizzles and 'are we there yet?' questions that you could have with real youthful clients. The sun was low in the sky when we walked into the clearing where we would spend the night.
Alex had camped here many times before and he headed directly to his favorite campsite, a secluded level area, protected from wind by trees, close to the stream that was our water source, and relatively handy to the toilets.
"This do us?" he asked as he dropped his rucksack and flexed his shoulders.
"Looks good to me. Tell you tomorrow morning," I grinned.
Alex looked around and found that we were alone, shielded from the others by the trees, then approached me and gave me a gentle hug. I wrapped him in my arms and we kissed lovingly for a few seconds.
"More later," he commented with a broad smile. "Let's get our tent up while it's still light."
It didn't take us long to put the tent up and set up camp. It took longer to discuss sleeping arrangements though. It was a subject that neither of us wanted to broach, yet it had to be discussed, the elephant in the room. Would we decide to sleep separately and chastely, or would we take the bull by the horns and admit what we each really wanted; to combine our sleeping bags and sleep together.
We rolled out the self-inflating foam pads and noticed that they needed to be close together due to the amount of available space. We each rolled our sleeping bags out on the pads as they inflated, noticing that in reality we didn't have very much of an option whether to sleep close together or not. We would be close, end of story.
"It's still cool at night and these are not the warmest bags, certainly not designed for frosty conditions, and we could get a frost tonight. So, it really would be warmer for us both if we zippered them together and shared body warmth," Alex suggested.
I realized the truth of this suggestion, as well as its fortuitous nature. Part of me wanted to snuggle up to Alex and hold him and be held by him all night; another part was still concerned about moving too fast and scaring him off. I decided to let him lead; if we went with his suggestion he could hardly think I was moving too fast, could he?
"Sounds like an idea," I replied, "After all, it's not as though we're going to be naked in bed or anything like that."
He gave me a calculating look, then a grin.
"Well, I guess that's up to us. Let's zipper the bags together then and see how it goes."
I agreed and this was soon done, followed by preparations for supper, cooked over an open fire in a scorched earth fireplace beside our tent. As the food was cooking gently, I took a walk around the campsite, observing others and chatting to a few of them as they also cooked. I tried to surmise how close the pairs had become in the past few days; I would have been very surprised if any had shared the intimacy we had developed yesterday. The brief glances I had into their tents showed that all that I could see had their sleeping bags rolled out separately, and two of the pairs were in separate, single tents, certainly not a sign of a close relationship. However, I was aware that some of the instructors were married and that could explain a lot. I wondered how their wives fared while they were away so much and how they coped knowing that their husband's buddy instructor was female.
Supper was delicious; it turned out that both Alex and I were passable wilderness chefs, so that boded well for the future. After everyone had eaten, the central campfire was expanded and we all sat around, chatting about our experiences so far. Matt asked each of the newbies to say what they had disliked most and liked most so far. The only thing I could come up with in the dislikes was my experience freezing the previous day. I noticed several other newbies nodding in acknowledgement that they also had experienced very cold water. Before talking about what I liked most I grinned at Alex for a second, causing a look of concern to pass over his face as he thought I could possibly describe how he had warmed me up after my swim, but then I told them about his rock-climbing fall and how I had been able to hold him despite him being a lot heavier than me.
Matt told a few stories from previous camps, mostly emphasizing that even with the best of planning, sometimes things went awry, and that it was always necessary to stay aware of the environment and the people. It was a thinly disguised lesson on risk and hazard management, but told in the way of a natural raconteur who was comfortable with himself and with his subject. I noted several teaching points that I decided I could possibly use when talking with groups in future.
"Well, it's a beautiful place; just look at those stars, easier to see now the fire's died down a bit," he concluded. "Tomorrow's hike will be longer and steeper than today's, we have to cross a saddle into the next valley, so sleep well tonight. Up at sunrise, which here is around 6.30. See you all then."
Everyone departed for their tents and, once we were away from the fire, Alex and I stopped and looked up at the stars. Alex pointed out the Pole Star and explained that everything appeared to revolve around that, but it was, in fact, just that the earth was spinning that created the illusion. We'd unconsciously been holding hands as we talked in the dark, the moon not being due to rise for another few hours, and when he finished explaining earth's rotation to me he pulled me closer and we embraced, hugged and kissed, our kisses long, loving and full of promise.
We used the long drop toilets, cleaned our teeth, then headed into our tent, closing the overlapping flaps but allowing a small gap for air circulation to minimize condensation. It was dark inside the tent and we refrained from turning on a flashlight, preferring instead to slip into our bed together. We'd each taken off our outer warm layers and then, after a few moments thought, I removed my bra, leaving a thin tee shirt on, and eased out of the shorts that I'd been wearing while hiking, leaving my panties in place. I sensed that Alex was similarly removing his outer layers before slipping into bed beside me. A shiver of excitement went through me; our first night together, I thought, what would it bring?
We instinctively faced each other and embraced, kissing gently, becoming accustomed to each other bodies in the dark. I pressed myself against his body, his knee slid between my legs, spreading them a little, then his hand patted my chest, obviously feeling for a breast, which he cupped over my tee, gently caressing it. His crotch was pressed against my thigh and I could feel a distinct and increasingly large lump pressing into me; he was becoming aroused. I wondered how far he'd go this first night together. I slid my hand down his back and cupped his ass cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze as I pulled him against me harder. He kissed me again, then murmured "Goodnight, darling," into my ear, and we both remained still.
It seemed to be only a few minutes later that I became aware of movement. The tent was lighter due to the moon having risen, so I knew that some time had passed. He seemed to sense that I was awake, as I did for him, and we kissed again. The feeling of his lump against my thigh had gone, but had been replaced by a longer pressure against my crotch; I realized he had a full erection and slid my hand down, moving my hips away from him slightly so I could feel his hard log inside his shorts. Do I go inside or simply hold him through the thin fabric, I wondered?
I felt his hand move slowly and tenderly down my side, then over my panties to my pussy. I guessed I'd be wet; the arousal I was feeling was intense and I knew from experience that I became wet very easily. I bent my upper leg, twisting it slightly to create a welcoming space between my thighs for his probing fingers. Oh, if only he'd push them into me, but no, he stayed on the outside of my panties and simply caressed my pubic bone, then deeper between my thighs until he was sliding his fingers over my labia and my clit. Oooohhh, my clit; yes, that's so nice. I couldn't help myself; I moaned gently from the beautiful arousal and, without even thinking about it, I wrapped my hand around his rampant cock over his shorts and began slowly jacking him back and forth. I felt his body tense from the sensations, then relax again.
"How far, sweetheart?" he murmured into my ear.
"All the way, darling," I replied in a whisper.
"You Ok for birth control?"
"Yes, honey, all taken care of."
He kissed me, and as our lips locked, he moved his hand inside my panties and began slowly and very sexily caressing my intimate parts. In response, my hips began humping against his hand and I slid my hand inside his shorts to hold his rigid cock. It felt huge. I certainly was no virgin, but this felt larger than anything I'd ever taken before. A shiver of excited anticipation ran through me.
After a few minutes of this, we repositioned ourselves, Alex lying on his back with me lying on top of him, my legs spread as widely as the sleeping bag would allow. We'd removed our tees so my breasts were pressing against his chest as his hands gripped my ass cheeks through my panties and slowly moved my hips so the head of his cock caressed my pussy through my sodden panty crotch. I lay my head against his shoulder, letting the beautiful sensations wash through me; the feelings of being loved, of having someone to love, of the sexual stimulation and arousal, of the anticipation of being penetrated by his gorgeous cock, of the tiredness in my muscles from the day's hike, of the tiredness in my eyes as they closed, leaving me with a feeling of wonderful peace, then sleep . . .
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After we left the first campsite, we climbed steadily up a spur towards the saddle in the main ridge. It was not too steep, but rather consistently uphill, which allowed us to maintain a regular walking rhythm which taxed the muscles only slightly. Alex and I were near the rear of the group today. I thought how we'd awoken late, dressed hurriedly, gulped down some breakfast then struck camp and packed everything in a hurry. Hardly even time for a good morning kiss. I cast my mind back to our mid-night encounter. Had we made love or had we simply fallen asleep, I wondered? I'd checked my pussy when I visited the long drop and could find no sign of semen, so I guessed we'd simply slept.
Alex agreed. "It was quite frustrating really," he had told me, "Here you were, almost naked, lying on me, my cock at your entrance, and you went to sleep. I was so tempted to wake you in the nicest possible way but figured that you'd object to being woken by a guy fucking you for the first time, so I simply lay there and drifted off to sleep after a while. But you owe me one, girl."
"Oh, poor honey," I'd sympathized, "Yes, I'll make it up to you sometime, if you let me; promise."
"I'll hold you to that promise, sweetheart. A bit rash seeing you have no idea what sort of kinky things I might be into."
"Ooohhhh, sounds like fun," I'd replied, wiggling my ass as I walked away to continue packing.
In the back of my mind I recognized that the night had changed our relationship forever. We could no longer return to having only the professional relationship we'd had a few days ago, and even the easy friendship of yesterday was now a thing of the past. We were lovers, well, as near as dammit, poised near the pinnacle of our relationship with only the remaining peak to conquer, maybe tonight, if I didn't go to sleep in the middle of the climb, I thought wryly.
The views from the saddle, where we ate lunch, were stunning. The lake lay below us in the valley, we could see the base camp at the far end, snow-capped mountains rose above the lake on the far side, their reflections beautiful on the still water. Looking ahead, we could see the valley where we would be camping tonight and then could trace the route of the trail through the forests beside the lake on our return trip to base tomorrow. A beautiful, stunning and very picturesque vista. We remained at the saddle for quite a while, enjoying the sunshine and view and listening to Matt talking about the philosophy of the courses run for the students, of the aims for the courses and the achievements that these students could attain.
"Remember, they are not disabled or slow learners, they simply haven't had the opportunities to shine that most kids have. This is that opportunity for them and you are the people who can make it happen. They can make a difference in their lives, change themselves completely, and you can facilitate that change. It's a big responsibility and also a very humbling experience knowing that you have the power to make such a difference," Matt counselled.
We left the saddle more motivated and enthusiastic for our chosen summer venture. As we descended, my thoughts slowly drifted from Matt's words to the situation that was developing between Alex and me. I really wanted to make love with him last night, and to fall asleep at the moment when that was about to happen was unbelievable. I'd certainly never done that before with past lovers. I vowed to make it up to him tonight, if he wanted, and I guessed he would. Meantime, I followed him down the trail, watching the rhythmic tensing and relaxing of his leg muscles, feeling my leg muscles tensing and relaxing also, becoming aware of the feeling of need in my crotch, of the slight movement of my labia against each other with each step. I wanted some stimulation, felt the need to be aroused, stimulated, made to feel sexy. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and pulled upwards, pulling the crotch of my shorts and panties into my cleft, feeling the seam of my shorts pressing and rubbing against my clit; that was better. I felt the stimulation rise, aware of my increasing need for sexual release. Oh, why had I fallen asleep last night, I asked myself again; falling asleep at heaven's gate; unforgivable I thought as I continued to berate myself.
By the time we stopped for a snack I could have fucked anything with a cock; I was horny. I sat next to Alex and placed my rucksack strategically between my legs, then I grasped his wrist and thrust it into my crotch as I leaned towards him and whispered in his ear.
"I'm soooo horny, honey. I need to cum right here and right now, please darling?"
Alex looked at me with a grin on his face. "I can't really help you, sweetheart," he whispered in reply, "If you really need to, go into the bushes and do it yourself, but I can't really strip us off and fuck right here. Maybe you'll just have to wait till tonight."
Tonight! I looked at the sun; maybe three hours from setting; five hours till we were in bed together. I could wait five hours. No falling asleep tonight. I needed cock and tonight was going to be wonderful.
"I'll wait," I whispered back, "But don't expect much sleep tonight, sweetheart."
Alex grinned back and winked.
We arrived at the second campsite soon afterwards and once again Alex found his favorite, secluded tent site. We now had a routine for establishing camp and soon had everything organized and supper cooking on the fire. We ate our food, then joined the others around the main campfire, watching the stars come out as the sky slowly darkened. Alex sat on the grass and leant back against a rock, spreading his legs so I could sit between them and lean back against him. I thought of the time a couple of days ago when we'd sat like this naked as he warmed me up. He draped his arms loosely around my body, one arm hiding his other hand, which was gently circling around my nipple. I reached behind my back and slid my hands up the inside of his thighs, beneath his shorts and undershorts until I could feel his hardening cock and balls. I used one hand to massage his balls while the other stoked his cock gently, everything hidden from the rest of the group by the darkness and shadows. I used my thumb to rub the precum from his cock and spread it over the head, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head, gently, enough to stimulate him but not to cause him to approach an orgasm. I wanted his cum in me tonight.
"Tomorrow is a shorter, easier day," briefed Matt, "No need to leave this beautiful place until 9am. So, you can have a sleep in or you can have a wander around this beautiful place; your choice. You've done a good day's hike today so make sure you have a good sleep tonight."
We only waited a minute or so before we stood and made our way to our tent. As we passed Matt and wished him goodnight, he looked up at us. "Have fun," he said with a grin. It was clear that he was aware that our relationship was much more than a business one and his comment encouraged me because it appeared to give some sort of unofficial seal of approval to our growing love for each other.
Tonight we climbed into bed naked except for Alex's undershorts and my panties. For some reason we seemed to need to keep these on, maybe for the pleasure of removing them later. While last night had been one of exploration, tonight had a definite goal - to fuck and cum and fuck and cum and fuck and cum, and then maybe to fuck and cum some more. We were both driven by desire and as soon as we lay down, we were in each other's arms. Alex was hard at the start, then he hardened and swelled even more once we began stimulating each other. I couldn't wait; I put my thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them downwards to his knees, as far as I could reach, then used my toes to take them off completely. Alex left my panties on and caressed my pussy through the thin, saturated fabric. Oh, the frustration. I pushed his head down to my nipples and he took the hint, alternating sides, nibbling on one while stimulating the other, then swapping, his free hand always stroking my pussy, gently, just enough to create an utter longing for more.
He rolled me onto my back, bent my knees and spread them wide apart so I was totally exposed to him, except that I still had my wretched panties on. He took my wrists and held them above my head with one hand.
"Take my panties off, darling," I murmured.
"All in good time," he replied, "Time to teach you a little about frustration, like I felt last night."
I could feel him grinning at me even though it was too dark to see his face.
He held me in this position for maybe half an hour, his free hand, his lips and his rigid log of a cock stimulating my body, neck, nipples and breasts, pussy, clit through my panties, neck again and so on. I was writhing in arousal and frustration. I heard myself babbling almost incoherently, something about putting it in me and fuck me and such like. After the half hour of sweet torture, Alex released my hands and lay above me, supporting himself on his hands and knees.
"Well, my darling, did you enjoy that?" he asked.
"No, yes, I don't know. Please, sweetheart, fuck me now, fuck me good, cum in me; oh, honey, I need your cum, I need to cum; please make me cum, darling."
Alex climbed off me, moved my knees together and slid my panties down my legs, then took them off my feet with his toes. Then he rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him.
"Now, no sleeping just yet," he joked.
"No, darling, I promise."
He positioned us as he had last night, my legs apart, pussy resting just above the head of his rampant member. He gripped me hard and kissed me on the lips, his tongue insinuating its way into my mouth and wrestling with my own. While maintaining this kiss, he slowly pulled me down his body with his arms. I felt the head of his cock part my labia at my entrance, then slowly, move inside me, stretching my entrance to take its girth, sliding further inside, the foreskin withdrawing to allow the slippery head to probe deeper, deeper until it was entering the furthest depths of my love tunnel, the entrance spreading wider to accommodate his increasing thickness, until he reached the end, his head pressing against my cervix, searching for greater depths.
He relaxed, still keeping our lips locked together, his hands now cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between fingers and thumbs as we remained still, allowing my vagina to relax and expand to take his full length. He turned his head sideways, breaking our kiss.
"How's that feel, honey?"
"Oh, sweetheart, that's wonderful. You're so huge; I've never been penetrated to that depth before."
"Yeah, and there's still a couple of inches to go," he replied, and I knew that he was grinning at me once again.
We lay like that for many minutes until he released my nipples and held my ass cheeks, pulling me up his body before pushing me down again, using me as his fuck toy, repeating this action time after time, each time pushing inside me slightly further as my vagina lengthened and he could fit more of his monster inside. After many of these thrusts, I felt what we were both seeking: my clit touched the base of his cock. He was nearly fully inside me. Thus encouraged, he pulled me up and down a few more times until he fitted inside me perfectly, my clit pressing and rubbing against the root of his cock as the head massaged my cervix and the end of my cunt. He pulled me down hard and returned to massaging my breasts and nipples.
Now my hips were freed, they seemed to take on a life of their own, lifting and tilting before dropping and straightening again, fucking his cock with my stretched cunt, my clit rubbing back and forth over his hairy pubic bone, sending waves of stimulation through my body. It felt amazing and I found myself rapidly approaching my release. The stimulation today, as well as being impaled on this monster followed by the insistent stimulation of my clit, was just too much. I increased my hip movements, fucking myself on his log, hearing my breathing rate increase, biting my lip as the inevitable massive orgasmic wave broke over me, washing me away on its crest.
I bit Alex's shoulder hard, stifling my scream, feeling him hold me as my hips beat a rapid tattoo against his, my cunt pulsating around his cock, my clit sending waves of sensation through my body. It seemed to go on and on forever, but of course it couldn't; gradually the sensations decreased, my movements slowed, my breathing returned to some semblance of normality and I lay on Alex's body as his arms embraced me gently.
I lifted my head. "Sorry if I hurt you, honey. That was amazing; so, so amazing."
"Well, you sure know how to bite," he replied rubbing his shoulder, "But I'm sure it was worth it. That seemed intense."
"Oh yes. Now, your turn, darling, how do you want me?"
"Let's turn over," he said, gripping me hard as we rolled over, wriggling sideways to reposition us inside the double sleeping bag, managing to remain fully implanted inside me as he bent my legs and moved my knees upwards towards my head, opening my pussy wider. He then began moving back and forth, sliding his massive cock into me further before withdrawing until just the head remained inside, then thudding it back into place, time after time, each inward rush forcing the air from my lungs. The repeated stimulation in my tunnel, along with the pressure of his pubic bone on my exposed and swollen clit, combined to send more waves of lust through my body. He bent his arms, my bent knees held apart and forward by his elbows as he gripped and stimulated my breasts and nipples. The whole combination of sexual arousal and stimulation overwhelmed me and I felt myself once again approaching a massive release.
Alex's movements were obviously stimulating him also, each thrust becoming more urgent, more powerful. He began panting, writhing his body seeking more stimulation until finally, with a muted cry, he made a final thrust and I felt his cock pulsing as hot sperm flooded the end of my cunt. The feeling of the warmth of his cum, the pressure on my clit and the tight grip of his hands on my nipples pushed me to my next release. I bit my lip to partly stifle my scream as my hips once again took control, thrusting up and down, seeking greater stimulation, as for the second time tonight I was annihilated by waves of sexual orgasm pouring through my body.
We returned to some degree of normality after a few minutes. Alex released my breasts and allowed my legs to straighten; I felt his cock shrink slightly inside me, but not withdraw, and we rolled onto our sides, embracing each other, still connected by his softening cock.
"That was amazing," I murmured in his ear, "What a wonderful lover you are."
"You're amazing too, darling, so responsive, so sexual. I love you, honey."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
We kissed and then drifted off into a satisfied, satiated, relaxed sleep.
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The hike to base camp the next day was a very beautiful and enjoyable walk on a near-level trail through mature forest with glimpses of views of the reflections of the snow-capped range on the still lake surface. It gave me plenty of time to relive the previous night in my mind; the ecstasy of two wonderful orgasms before a deep, dreamless sleep, then waking up in my lover's arms and making sweet gentle love again this morning, without the same passion as last night, but certainly with a deep and lasting love. Right now, I wanted to be able to wake up to Alex's lovemaking every morning of my life, but I knew that we needed to proceed with tiny steps and that time would tell.
Then there was the other interesting thought. When we left base camp, we were good friends sharing a tent to save weight; on our return we would be lovers and possibly would want to share the same bed every night. I thought of Alex's queen size bed in his room; would he invite me to stay with him? Or would he simply expect that this new intimacy was for our nights under canvas only and that our living arrangements at base camp would remain the same? On the hike home it was not possible to discuss this, so it wasn't until we were unpacking our gear, airing tents and sleeping bags, washing eating utensils and generally tending to our gear that we could discuss the matter. It was obvious that the matter was on Alex's mind as well as he broke the ice.
"I was wondering on the way home whether you wanted to do anything about our living arrangements in base camp," he said, "I don't want to be pushy or to think you have any obligation, but to my way of thinking, it would be a pity if last night was a one-off or even infrequent episode. So, if you wanted to you could share my cabin, but no pressure. Think about it for as long as you like."
I turned to him with an excited grin on my face, leapt into his arms and we kissed, watched by several of the other instructors, who whistled and commented in appreciation of what had, to them, been obvious during the hike.
"Yes, darling, yes, yes, yes. Thank you. Absolutely nothing to think about."
"Ok, so I take it that's agreed then," replied Alex with a grin, "You want to move in now?"
I nodded enthusiastically while continuing to kiss his lips. Eventually he lowered me to the ground and we moved apart.
"Thank you, darling. I'd been worried what would happen once we returned but I can see last night meant as much to you as it did to me. I'll go and empty my room and move in to our cabin."
It didn't take long to move and in a short time we were alone in our cabin, secluded.
"Shall we christen the bed now or wait till later?" I asked.
"Nearly supper time and there are still things to do, so later will be soon enough. Remember, we have all summer, so no need to hurry things too much."
I stopped; stunned by a thought that had just passed through my mind. We had all summer - then what? Would there still be an 'us' next fall? Did I want there to be? (Yes, yes, yes, screamed my mind and my pussy.) Then another thought came through; did Alex do this every year? Each year a new girl, then a break over winter before the next one came along. Was I simply the next one in a line of many? Did the love I felt mean anything or was it simply a temporary fling until he repeated the procedure with another girl next year? And what about winter? Was there a different girl then, maybe a ski bunny he found on the slopes when he was ski instructing?
I have always considered myself to be a positive person, to live for today, enjoy what was here right now, leaving the future to look after itself. My fears for the future, for the possible loss of Alex's love, were totally strange and out of character for me. I resolved to let them go, to enjoy Alex while we were together and to not be concerned for a lifetime by the events of a few days. Still, it wouldn't hurt to ask, would it? I decided that when the opportunity came up, I'd find out what I could about Alex's love life and future intentions. That way, at least, I could enjoy the present without setting my heart up to be totally devastated if the relationship ended.
After supper and a debrief of the hike, Matt outlined our program for the next little while. We had the next two days off, during which time we would receive our group programs for the following ten days. Obviously, the activities needed to be carefully scheduled to avoid clashes with equipment and campsite use, so it was important to stick to the programs unless it was unavoidable due, for example, to a late blizzard or floods. After that Alex and I chatted with a few other instructors about general things then we excused ourselves and left for our cabin together, an action that did not go unnoticed by the others who wished us an enjoyable night and made a few ribald comments.
Civilized lovemaking lacks some of the ruggedness of wilderness lovemaking, but is no less enjoyable. We showered together, dried one another off, then climbed into bed naked. For some time, we explored each other's body, leaving the light on so we could see what we were doing and better enjoy each other's responses. I found that he enjoyed being deep throated, especially if his balls were squeezed at the same time. I made certain that I didn't let him cum, I wanted that in my love tunnel not my mouth, at least for tonight. I practised for a while taking him as deep as I could and trying to overcome the gag reflex. We both decided that more practice would be needed in future.
Alex found my sweet spot when he tongued my clit, his hands caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples at the same time. He brought me to orgasm twice like that in the first half hour, then a third time when he again tongued my clit while massaging my G spot with his fingers. By then I was panting for his cock, which was rock hard and drooling.
This time I knew what to expect and my love tunnel must have remembered also as it only took three thrusts for him to be fully seated with his pubic bone pressing against my clit. We fucked for a few minutes in missionary position, then he withdrew and lay on his back.
"Ride me, honey," he instructed.
I straddled him and lowered myself onto his swaying rod, sitting down carefully as I knew he would be going deeper in this position. After the fifth attempt, I managed to sit down completely on him, my clit pressing hard against his hairy pubic bone, the head of his cock pressing delightfully against my cervix and the end of my cunt. I knew some girls found this painful, but for me it seemed to be the ultimate sensation, albeit slightly painful, I had to admit, wondering, not for the first time, if I could enjoy other forms of sexual pain. I leant forward, increasing the pressure on my clit, enjoying the resulting sensations as I began to climb the hill of the next orgasm.
Alex let me do all the movements to begin with so I snapped my hips back and forth, stimulating my clit against him as I felt the head of his cock slide back and forth deep inside me. After a while he gripped my hips with his hands and added to the movements by sliding my whole pelvic area back and forth over his, causing his cock to slide in deep then come partly out as it bent, rubbing over my clit and perineum with each sliding movement. This was obviously very arousing for him and soon he was thrusting upwards, seeking still greater penetration and more movement to create more stimulation. I felt myself approaching my next orgasm, close, so close, then I was there.
I let out a shrill scream as waves of sensation poured through my body once again. I felt Alex release my hips and squeeze my nipples hard, sending spikes of pleasure through me as he fucked up and down inside me. Then with a final hard upward thrust I felt him fill my cunt with his hot juices as his huge, hard log pulsated inside me.
After my orgasm waned, I leant forward onto Alex and we lay still, panting, embracing, kissing as our bodies normalized once more. I felt Alex reach down and pull up the blanket, then I drifted off to sleep, deeply content.
The following morning, we awoke and cuddled in bed. It was the first of two days off so we had nothing urgent to do, so cuddling, making love, talking, making love again seemed like a plan. I still had the thoughts of whether I was 'just another girl' in my mind, but how to broach the subject without offending him, or worse?
I lay beside him, trailing my fingers over his chest and abdomen as he caressed my breasts and drew lines with his fingers from my neck to my pussy, spending an increasing amount of time in the pussy area, which I minded not at all. Slowly my touches crept downwards until my focus also became centered around his groin as his beautiful cock slowly grew. I decided now was as good a time as any.
"Honey, I was just thinking, do you do this every summer? I mean, find a girl and have her move in with you, fuck yourself stupid with her all summer, then let her go and get another one somewhere else for winter? I mean, I don't mind if you do, it's just that I'd like to know how much emotional commitment to put into our relationship."
There, it was said, now to wait. I slipped my hand down to his balls and began caressing and massaging them. I felt his hand stop for a few seconds, then resume its stroking of my slippery labia.
"You really want to know?" he asked at length.
"Yes, darling, I really want to know. At worst, maybe you can tell some sexy stories from past encounters and we'll both enjoy the arousal that brings. I want the truth and I promise not to judge you. I've had several guys in the past, so I'm certainly not some virginal flower, and yes, if you share your stories, I'll share mine."
He continued his infuriatingly arousing caresses during my latest speech, an indication that he wasn't all that concerned, I thought. Eventually he began speaking.
"Yes, there have been others, some in summer, some in winter, and I won't insult your intelligence by saying that none were as good as you, even if they weren't. Outdoor instructors often tend to have more flexible morals, maybe because they share hazardous experiences with others and get to know them very well, very quickly; maybe because there's great opportunities; maybe because they realize that life is short and they'd better have fun while they can, or maybe because it's just how they are. Truthfully, none of them were women I would have liked to have shared my life with, while, dare I say it, you most certainly are."
"Mmmm, thank you for your honesty. I'm reassured that you mentioned the possibility of spending our lives together. What's happened in the past has happened, it just was and that's fine. Now, how about telling me the sexiest thing you've done with one of your past girls, honey."
I felt myself becoming more aroused as his caressing changed a little, becoming more arousing, more insistent, more demanding. I assumed this was because he was thinking of some of his past adventures with women, so waited patiently, but with increasing arousal.
"Well, it's hard to find the sexiest thing because sexy things are often in the mind of the individual. There was Nicky, a few years ago, who loved sex toys. She had a remote-controlled vibrator and on our days off she would sometimes slip the vibe into her cunt, pull on a pair of robust panties which she could lock on, then hand me the key and the remote. Sometimes we'd head into town with her wearing this and I'd put the remote on random, where it would start and run at random power settings for random lengths of time. Watching her shop in a supermarket while this was happening, causing her to have to support herself against shelves as she experienced intense orgasms, was quite a turn on. We'd always have wild sex at night after those excursions."
As he was telling me this, his cock had hardened until it was long and strong. I bent over it and began giving him head, sliding him as far as I could into my mouth while pulling his balls downwards and encircling the neck with finger and thumb. He began moaning softly, his hips rising and falling as he sought greater stimulation. I felt my pussy, feeling my secretions as I thought how it would be to be forced to have orgasms at random times in public. A shudder went through me, anticipating the excitement of doing that. I needed him inside me - now.
I sat up, much to his concern, then knelt on the bed with my knees at the edge, lowered my head, spread my knees and looked at him.
"Fuck me, honey, make your bitch cum."
Alex rolled off the bed and stood behind me. His cock lined up almost perfectly with my dripping hole and he fed it to me, pushing his cock into me fully in one thrust, then holding my hips and fucked me hard. It was wonderful; I could feel his balls slapping against my clit and moaned in ecstasy. It took only a very short time before I came hard, thrusting back against Alex and he held me tight, his arms wrapped around me, hands cupping and torturing my breasts just as I like it. He remained still as my cunt pulsed around his cock, then he began fucking into me again, catching my slowly decreasing arousal and pushing it upwards again, thrusting slowly and deeply as my body shuddered in response until once again I orgasmed on his cock. This time he didn't stop but kept moving slowly, each withdrawal and insertion pushing me to a slightly higher level of orgasmic intensity. I heard myself screaming; felt my body shuddering, seeming to turn to jelly manipulated by Alex and his magic cock.
My orgasmic state settled to a constant, moderate level as Alex kept plowing my furrow slowly, until, after what seemed like weeks, he sped up, obviously intent on his own release. Instantly my orgasm increased, it was amazing, totally mind-blowing as I felt him thrust hard and finally fill my cunt with his hot sperm, his cock pulsating as he held still, allowing me to begin the process of returning to some degree of normalcy.
Alex stayed inside me for ages, it seemed, his cock slowly deflating, my cunt pulsating around the intruder as I regained my breath from a massive, ecstatic orgasm. Right then I didn't care how many women he'd fucked, so long as I was the last one. He released my hips and I fell forward, dislodging his cock. He climbed onto the bed alongside me and we held each other tightly, kissing, cuddling for a long time. Eventually it was over and hunger drove us to shower together and make breakfast, which we ate still naked, gradually cooling off from our exertions.
"You seemed to be turned on by Nicky's story," Alex commented.
"Oh yes, as were you," I grinned, "Maybe someday we could try it. But not this summer, so if you want to watch me helplessly having orgasms in public, this had better be a long-term relationship. I know I wasn't your first conquest, but I'd dearly like to be your last."
"Well, possibly we can arrange that, and maybe that should work both ways too, but it's probably a good idea to keep an open mind to possibilities, perhaps mutually enjoyable ones. Who knows what the future will bring, and we've only known each other for a week or so."
I thought about this for a while, realizing what he said made sense and thinking that it was definitely conceivable that we could have our cakes and eat them too, remaining together while sharing our love with others occasionally had merit.
"I agree, darling, most definitely."
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And so, the summer passed. Alex and I ran a series of courses for underprivileged teens, enjoying watching them grow as they became more self-confident, respectful and insightful. We heard their stories, usually unpleasant, and provided them with experiences that enabled them to grow quickly in the wilderness environment. We could only hope that the skills and attitudes they learned were of use in their future lives.
Our loving relationship developed also; we learnt a great deal about each other, shared stories of past lovers, made love frequently and intensively both in our cabin and in our tent in forest campsites. We grew with each other, neither contemplating life without the other, but knowing that such a situation was a distinct possibility.
Towards the end of summer, as fall rapidly approached, we both applied for winter jobs at a variety of ski fields, Alex as a ski instructor while I didn't have those skills, so applied for admin and customer service jobs. We hoped against hope that we could find jobs in close proximity, if not in the same resort, but with each day that went by the chances looked slimmer. We became morose when we were alone, neither wanting to be the first to admit that maybe the relationship would have to end, or at least become vastly different. Our lovemaking had a more melancholy flavor, as did our taste in music, Kris Kristofferson's 'Please don't tell me how the story ends' being accepted by us both almost as our theme song. It was as though the song was written for us and we most certainly didn't know how the story would end.
Then came the last week. Alex had been accepted as a senior ski instructor for a large skifield; I had nothing, even though I'd applied for work at the same field in any role they had available. More and more the song rang in our ears until finally the time arrived. We'd taken our final course, had our farewell party and tomorrow we would be parting; Alex for the skifield while I would head home to my parents and the unknown. Would we even see each other again, or was this the end?
Instead of 'This may be our last good night together' it now had become 'This is our last good night together'. We made love several times that night and our pillows were wet with tears of sorrow in the morning. A final gentle session of loving, a last shower together, and it was over.
"So, this is how the story ends," said Alex as he held me for the last time before parting.
"Looks like it, although I actually refuse to accept it. There must be more," I replied tearfully, "There has to be. A love as good as ours just can't end like this," I ranted, beating my fists against his chest in frustration.
There was no way I could afford to stay at the ski resort without a job, and Alex had taken the job knowing that separation was a possibility, but unwilling to leave his passion: outdoor instructing. After a final tearful farewell, Alex drove off in one direction, heading north to the snow, due at his skifield in a week, while I started south to my parents' home in Florida. We both hoped to meet up again next spring at this camp for another summer of teaching, but there were no guarantees; such is the nature of the career path we had chosen.
That afternoon I received a call from one of the skifields where I'd tried to find work. The person appointed to the job now couldn't make it due to a family emergency; could I take her place. They knew it was short notice, but were hoping I may be able to fill the vacancy starting in two days when they opened.
"Yes," I replied, excitedly, "That's fine, I'll be there. Thank you so much."
I noted the directions to the field and promised them I'd be there as soon as possible to work in reception. They were opening next week and really wanted me there before then. My heart was racing as I checked the name of the ski resort where Alex was to work; it was the same one!! My first reaction was to phone him and tell him, then I thought I'd surprise him instead.
I made a quick phone call to my parents, with profuse apologies that I would not be spending winter with them, a change in direction for the car and I was headed north with a light heart and an irrepressible smile on my face.
I settled in and two days after the call I was in the reception area, meeting and greeting, learning what was where as I gave instructions to visitors on the same matters that I was learning. But nights were cold and lonely without Alex. I was back to a single bed in a small room, with no company except the mainly female staff working in the admin building. I waited impatiently for him to arrive.
"Don't worry," said Heidi, noting how lonely I seemed, "The place really starts buzzing next week when it opens. Then you'll have your choice of male company. That's the main reason I like working here, the sex life is just fantastic."
"Well, maybe so, but my guy arrives next week so I'll wait for him."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know," she replied, "Maybe when I've found a guy we could do a swap?"
I thought back to our earlier conversation. "Yes, that may be a possibility," I replied non-committedly.
Early the next week I'd been behind the desk for a couple of hours when the door was pushed open, letting in a cold draft of wind. I held the papers on the desk in place without looking up, but when I did, Alex was standing in front of my desk looking absolutely stunned. I ran around the end of the counter and into his arms, oblivious to the remaining staff and visitors. After a long hug and kiss, we held each other a few inches apart and he grinned.
"So now we know how the story ends. I've missed you so much and love you more than life itself. Honey, will you marry me?"
"Yes, of course," I replied, "Yes, yes, yes!" and we hugged and kissed once again, the clapping of the onlookers making a fitting background to our joy.
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Author's note: This was written as a stand-alone story, but could have potential for at least one more episode. Let me know if you want this. | literotica |
Title: 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 06
Tags: domination, submission, brutal, fucking, dildo, vibrator, forced, cruel, filmed, recorded
**Day Six – Servitude**
It was surreal. Surreal and mortifying. That was the only way to describe the morning's activities, Kelli decided. Oh, the day had started out quite well. She'd been especially attentive during Jack's morning blow job, rubbing her tits across his body even as she brought him up to full erection. She'd reacted appropriately chastened when he spanked her pussy and tits with the riding crop, accepting the punishment she deserved as an adulterous wife. She'd served him a healthy breakfast of pancakes and fruit, and spread her legs wide when he poured syrup all over her pussy lips and proceeded to lick it off. And when he'd revealed that they'd be going out of town for the weekend, she'd only flinched a bit. But it had been enough for him to notice.
"You have a problem with my plans?" he'd demanded, standing over her in the shower.
"No. No, sir. No problem. It's just that, well, it's my father's birthday today, and he was expecting to see us."
"Yes, I think it's important for him to see what kind of woman his little girl has turned into," Jack had replied with a grin. "After you get us packed, we'll stop by their place and then head out."
Packing proved to be quite easy, as Jack's clothes fit into the overnighter, while her lingerie and other skimpy outfits easily fit into a single pocket. More ominous was the fact that he had her pack almost all of the sex toys she'd bought over the last five days, including some that she'd thought were just a scare tactic. With everything stowed in the car, they'd returned to the bedroom to select her outfit for the day. Surprisingly, Jack had passed over her box of slut clothes and headed to the regular closet, which she hadn't entered since the whole ordeal had begun.
"Here, put this on," he'd ordered, handing her a knee-length blue and white sundress. Held on with thin straps, and cut square in the front to reveal just a hint of cleavage, it was the perfect dress for a summer picnic. Perfectly innocent. But when she'd reached for a bra to wear under it, he'd pushed her hand away. "No, just the dress. No bra. No panties. You may be Daddy's little girl on top. But underneath you're still my slut. You'll need to remember that." She knew better than to argue.
On the drive to her parent's house, she'd begun to sweat in apprehension. They'd be able to tell that she was naked, she'd been sure of it. They wouldn't be able to see the dark patch between her legs; Jack had made her shave it pencil thin that morning. But she'd have to stay away from any windows; the material was thin enough that they'd be able to discern her outline. And they might notice the unfettered bounce of her tits. Or the distended mounds of her pussy lips! That was another thing. Did she smell like sex? Or was that just left over from the previous night's fuck in the back seat? Would her parents realize that the pungent odor was coming from their daughter's hot, wet slit? One thing was for sure, she'd have to make sure she didn't get turned on in front of them. Whether by luck or design, the seams in the bodice fell far enough away that any time her nipples hardened, any observer would be sure to notice. In fact, even as she'd thought that, she'd looked down to see the hard nubs poking up below the fabric.
Once they were there, Jack had been remarkably well-behaved. She'd been afraid that he'd make jokes the whole time, dropping lewd comments for her parents to hear. But instead he'd just tormented her when her parents were out of the room. Such as when her father had shouted from the kitchen that he had a bottle of non-alcoholic wine that he "hoped they'd know what to do with," and Jack had answered that he "knew the best way to use it," while adding sotto voice to her, "in your cunt." That comment had caused her to blush in fear that someone had heard it, but her parents were blissfully unaware. Even when she'd made the mistake of opening the freezer to get some ice and the cold air had hardened her nipples, nobody had seemed to notice except Jack, who'd grinned the devilish grin he wore so frequently these days. In fact, the way she'd primly sat on the couch to avoid revealing her bare crotch, and carefully bent over to avoid her tits spilling out had probably been noted approvingly by her mother as a way to act more ladylike.
In fact, she would've counted the morning as a relative success if her father hadn't corralled Jack into helping him repair a window in their bedroom. After looking over the problem, they'd determined that Jack would take care of things inside the bedroom, while her father would climb the ladder on the outside, with her mother steadying the ladder. As soon as they heard the back door slam, though, Jack had ordered her to lay on her parents bed and bunch the dress up over her tits. "Now lay there and play with yourself, in your parents bed, until I tell you to stop," he'd ordered her, motioning at her to spread her pussy lips and tweak her tits. "I sure hope that ladder isn't long enough for him to see in here," he'd cruelly added, giving her something more to worry about. And every so often, as they worked at the problem, he'd make a leading comment that filled her with apprehension, like, "Oh, I can't see your mom. Maybe she's on her way up here."
Then, when the window was repaired, he'd left her on the bed even though they could both hear her parents moving about the house. Only when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs did Jack release her, giving her just enough time to pull her dress down and straighten the bedspread before her father strode into the room. Thankfully, he'd seemed blissfully unaware that anything unusual had happened. In fact, the only dangerous comment she'd heard all morning was when her mother mentioned how flushed Kelli looked. She didn't even need to look to see that Jack was probably struggling to suppress a snicker. Yes, surreal was the best way to describe the morning.
Just as strange was the drive up to the cottage. While they drove along, Jack questioned her for three hours about her affair with Roger. Asking the most explicit questions, she was forced to tell him everything about the affair. And since she couldn't remember what she'd edited out from her last confession, she had to tell him the full truth, though she knew that some of the details wouldn't match. Worse, Jack seemed obsessed with knowing the most intimate aspects of the affair. So she had to describe Roger's cock, how it tasted in her mouth, how it felt in her cunt, how she held it, how she milked it, everything. He asked her how Roger reacted to her body, how it felt to have another man sucking her tits, how his tongue felt in her pussy, everything. He had her run through every encounter, every time they talked, every time they fucked. By the end of the inquisition, Kelli felt as drained and exhausted as if she'd relived every incident.
Approaching the cabin on a two-track path through the woods, Kelli realized how truly isolated they'd be. The last mailbox they'd passed was nearly a mile behind them. With nothing but hills and forest around them, they probably wouldn't see another human being all weekend. She couldn't help but wonder how the isolation fit into Jack's plans. It certainly didn't bode well for her.
The cabin proved to be roomier and more modern than she'd expected, with a combination living room, dining room and kitchen, plus a generous master bedroom, a smaller guest bedroom, and a bathroom with a regular-sized shower. The deck, though, was clearly the drawing point, extending the length of the front and providing a stunning view over the tree-studded valley. For some reason, though, she didn't think that Jack had brought her up here to enjoy the view.
That became more than apparent after she'd lugged all the luggage into the cabin, unpacked everything, and arranged all the sex toys in the spare bedroom. Motioning her to join him out on the deck, he addressed her, "As you can see, we're well away from anything you might call civilization. That's good, because for the next couple days we're going to act as uncivilized as possible. I've got lots of plans for you, and by the time we're done I think all thoughts of Roger are going to be wiped from your mind. So, let's get started," he said, sitting down on the patio chair and beckoning her to stand before him. "Take off that dress. I want to take a closer look at you, my little slut."
Standing before him without a stitch of clothing on, Kelli felt as if there were a thousand eyes on her. The thought sent a chill through her, and caused the hair on the back of her neck to prick up. This was worse, much worse, than running through the parking lot had been. Then she'd been hyped up on adrenaline. Here she was totally defenseless, despite the fact that her rational mind knew there was no one else around for miles. As though recognizing her discomfort, Jack took his time examining her body, making her stand, stretch, bend over and twist so that he could see every intimate curve and crevice. Finally satisfied, he placed her in a submissive kneeling position, and guided her hands to his already stiffening cock. In no time she had it out of his jeans and was vigorously sucking him, her slurping and his moans the only sounds to break the forest's silence.
He stopped her short of cumming, and instead opted to lean back and simply watch as his erect cock slowly lost its stiffness, finally settling back against his body. Roughly grabbing her hair, he forced himself back into her mouth, making her get him hard again before yanking her head away. They repeated the cycle several times, until Kelli thought her jaw might drop off from the effort. Finally he had her just hold his cock in her mouth, unmoving, until it again dropped back to its normal size. Evidently satisfied, he pushed her away and headed into the cabin, leaving her kneeling on the deck wearing nothing but the sweat between her breasts.
He's leading up to something, Kelli thought, carefully keeping her back straight and her hands behind her back. But after a long time, Jack still hadn't returned to get her, and Kelli became painfully aware of the wooden deck slats that were beginning to gouge her knees and legs. As the shadows crossed the deck, Kelli began to notice many other details of her situation. The wind, for instance, had picked up a little and was now tickling her pussy lips as it skimmed between her legs. Though there were no mosquitoes, there were plenty of other flying insects who seemed to regard her as a harmless landing pad. And though she didn't feel particularly turned on, something about her situation had caused her body to react that way, as her nipples were hard and aching, and she could feel her juices beginning to seep out of her pussy.
She'd just begun to ask herself whether Jack really wanted her out here when he returned to the deck holding some clothing she'd never seen before. Made of soft, black leather, it most resembled a thong bikini bottom. But as Jack strapped it on her body, Kelli was startled to find that someone had sewn a plastic egg-shaped device into the lining, and that device fit snugly into the folds of her pussy. Working wordlessly, Jack then had her sit on a nearby deck chair, and he tightly bound her ankles, legs, arms and torso to the chair, leaving her virtually immobile. Coming around to face her, Jack then pulled out a thumb-thick dildo from the bag at his feet, coated it with a greasy white lube, and disappeared behind her. Though she'd been braced for something unusual, Kelli still squirmed with discomfort when she felt Jack's fingers probe her ass cheeks. Her discomfort turned to horror as she felt the tip and then the shaft of the dildo penetrate not her pussy but her ass, eliciting a gasp from her and a chuckle from Jack.
As she struggled unsuccessfully to squirm away from the invading spear, Jack again appeared before her, this time bending to set up a tripod and attach a video camera on top. He intended to film her doing...whatever it was he was doing to her! After assuring that she was properly framed, he pulled from the bag a black box with a line of buttons on it. As he dramatically pressed the bottom button, Kelli was surprised to discover that the egg between her legs was buzzing insistently, sending pleasant sensations deep into her groin. After checking to see that the device was firmly strapped to her hips, and that there was no slack in her bonds, Jack gave her a gentle caress across her bare breasts before turning and walking off into the woods. The egg continued to buzz between her legs.
She had no way of knowing how long she'd been sitting there before the first orgasm swept through her. Only that it had come pretty quickly, boiling up from between her legs like a hot, liquid volcano. Involuntarily she strained against the ropes, as though trying to thrust her hips hard against her unseen suitor. Frustrated by the ropes holding her to the chair, her pleasure took the form of labored gasps and moans which quickly escalated to a fervent cry as her pussy spasmed and her muscles locked, signaling the crescendo of her pleasure. Slowly, slowly, she began to relax, somewhat mortified to realize that the camera had captured her struggles and cries. And the egg continued to buzz.
A minute later Jack appeared from the forest, a smirk on his face. "Geez, Kelli, is everything all right? I heard you yell clear over in the next valley," he mocked her, while checking to see that the bonds hadn't loosened. As he bent beneath her, Kelli smiled as she felt the dildo being removed from her ass, only to let out a gasp as another, larger one slid up in its place. With a smirky "Enjoy yourself!" she watched Jack disappear back into the forest. The egg continued to buzz against her.
The next orgasm was harder in coming. The egg, though nestled between her pussy lips, was nowhere near her clit, where she really needed the stimulation. As a result, the sensations between her legs had plateaued at a point that was maddeningly just below the point she needed for release. And no matter how she twisted or positioned her body, she just couldn't coax the little egg to touch her magic button. She could feel her nerves tingling in every part of her body. She felt hot, flushed, full of energy but with no outlet for it. She tried again to squeeze her legs together, but Jack had not only tied her thighs to the bottom of the chair, but to the sides as well. Squeezing her cunt muscles had no effect either. It was as though her sweat and juices had provided a vacuum seal to keep the egg in place, not allowing a single bit of movement up or down. Her whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and she could easily detect the smell of her own juices as they mixed with the sweat. The shaft inside her ass had ceased to be a problem, and only by clenching the muscles back there could she even detect the thick member inside her. No, it was the egg that obsessed her. The egg and its incessant buzzing.
Desperate for release, Kelli closed her eyes and tried to recall the way Jack's cock had felt inside her, hoping to push herself over the edge through will alone. She remembered the brutish ways he'd fucked her, taking her like a soldier might rape a conquered enemy. She remembered the violent spankings, and how he'd probed her cunt after every round, as though testing to see if the heat of her ass had spread inside her pussy. She remembered his savage assault on her tits, the feel of her nipples painfully stretching and reaching their limit. She remembered the humiliation of running naked through the church parking lot, and the fear of getting caught while being fucked in that very same lot. She imagined how she must look right now, tied naked to a chair, a dildo hanging from her ass, panting and straining like a wild animal in heat. And she imagined Jack standing before her, his cock giant and throbbing, and her lying on the deck, legs spread, begging for him to spear her, split her, thrash her with his powerful rod. She imagined her words, not caring as they spilled incoherently from her lips, "Take me. Fuck me. Use me. Push me. Pull me. Fill me. Whip me. Spank me. I'm your slut slave. Your slut, your slut, your slut! Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck my cunt. Just fuck me!"
With that a wave of heat, light and pleasure crashed over her, causing her to tremble violently as her mouth continued to spew out her feelings, "Oh, god, god, god! Aaaaaah! Yes! God! Yes, fuck me! Yes, fuck me, you big fucker! God, yes, I want your cock! Oh, please, I want your cock!" Only after she had calmed down did she realize how much she had taken the Lord's name in vain. And on camera, no less! But she could only give it a moment's notice because the egg continued to buzz.
This time's Jack's visit was brief and silent. Kelli's eyes widened in despair as he showed her the size of the dildo he'd be inserting into her ass this time; it was thicker than Jack's whole cock! Having braced herself for the invasion, she was surprised to feel how smoothly it slid in. Evidently her repeated orgasms had loosened all her muscles. After checking her bindings for looseness, Jack changed the routine slightly, this time pulling the black box from his pocket and pushing the next button. Immediately she felt the egg begin buzzing faster, but unfortunately not any harder. As Jack headed back into the woods, the egg continued to buzz.
Kelli never knew pleasure could be so torturous. Though her cunt burned with the need to cum, she couldn't find release no matter what she tried. Her visualization just wasn't enough, not even when she imagined Jack fucking her up the ass with his hard, hot cock. She could feel the layers of sweat drying on her skin, her hair plastered to her back, her skin flushed and her eyes wild with desire. Her nipples had been hard for who knew how long, and literally demanded attention. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she'd found herself sobbing at how desperately she needed release. No amount of twisting would bring the egg in contact with her clit. For a time she'd almost thought she'd found the secret, pushing down with her toes to raise the front of the chair off the ground. But while it had shifted the egg slightly, it wouldn't move enough to bring the blessed contact.
Kelli glared hatefully at the dark eye of the camera, seeing a warped image of her naked body reflected in the glass. If Jack had been behind the camera, she could at least beg him for release. She would, she realized, do anything to cum, or at least to end the buzzing between her legs. Anything. She thought of the images she'd encountered the last few days on the internet. Yes, she'd even do some of those, though most disgusted and sickened her. She closed her eyes and imagine d herself kneeling at Jack's feet, with him peeing on her face and body. Yes, she'd do that. She imagined herself with a man's cock in her ass, one in her cunt, and sucking Jack off as he looked down at his whore wife. Yes, she'd do that. She imagined herself strapped to a rack while half-naked men and women whipped her skin with crops and flogs. She imagined herself kneeling to lick Jack's cum out of the topless dancer's snatch, and spreading her own legs while the woman's tongue probed her pussy. She would masturbate with a coke bottle. She would beg to have her tits put in a press. She would suck a stranger in a restroom. Let a trucker watch her pee. Be a sex slave to a black rapper. Anything. Anything at all, if only she could cum. But even these images didn't set her off. Not caring who might hear, Kelli screamed in anguish.
"Something wrong?" Her eyes snapped open to find Jack standing before her, clad only in a tight pair of briefs, the outline of his hard cock ballooning under the cloth. A wave of relief washed through her. She'd never been so happy to see him. He could put an end to her torture with just one thrust of his beautiful dick. Just one thrust.
"Jack, please, I'll do anything. Anything," so desperate she was almost crying.
He cocked his head as if considering her sincerity. "Well, slut, I've got plans for that ass of yours. But I guess we can take a few minutes to help you out. It'd be nice to see you rut like the bitch you are." He disappeared into the cabin for a moment before returning with a carpet-covered pole, evidently used by the owner's cat for scratching. After warning her not to move a muscle, he quickly untied her bonds. Kelli was amazed at how fast they came off; he'd roped her tight with one easily-released knot. With the dildo still embedded in her ass, she staggered up, her legs nearly asleep from sitting so long. The egg, she noted, still wasn't high enough to touch her clit. She'd have to do it Jack's way.
Stepping behind the camera, Jack addressed her, "Since you seem to be just like a bitch in heat, I guess the best way to do this is to have you act like one. So when I give you the signal, you can take off the belt and then get off like an animal. You'll straddle this pole and rut just like a bitch. That's your choice. Take it or leave it."
By now the feeling had returned to her legs, and Kelli could feel the urgent tension tugging at every fiber of her being. Next to all the things she imagined, this seemed mild. Even if Jack was going to film it. She could do it, no problem. When Jack turned off the egg, she frantically unlatched the harness and let it drop to the deck. Leaning the pole against the railing, she desperately jumped aboard it, grinding the carpet pile deep into her juice-filled slit. Squeezing it between her legs as though her life depended on it, she thrust herself up and down on it, pressing down to get it against her clit. Still unsatisfied by the contact, she reached down and spread her pussy lips apart while leaning forward against the pole. Moaning, gasping and grunting, she fucked the pole like an animal, baring her teeth and flinging her body this way and that. Her clit felt as big as an apple as it ground against the pole, the carpet fibers rasping and tearing at her. The end came quickly, but still not quickly enough, with the concussions from her orgasm reverberating through her for what seemed like an eternity. Totally spent and muscles cramping, she rolled off the post onto the deck, her legs flopping open to vent some of the heat out of her scorching box. Despite the fact that Jack was still filming her every move, she reached down and pressed her fingers against her sopping slit, amazed to find that she hadn't rubbed the skin raw in her frenzy to get off. She lay there for at least a minute, softly stroking herself and murmuring her pleasure as tiny aftershocks zapped through her body.
Her reverie ended abruptly as Jack grabbed her arm and hoisted her to her feet. "You've had your fun. Now it's my turn," he said, bending her over the railing. she heard the dildo clatter to the deck just as he thrust his cock inside her ass, still a tight and uncomfortable fit despite the preparation he'd put her through. As he savagely banged his pole into her, he grunted with an animal intensity that was almost scary. But where her screams of passion had sounded desperate and whiny to her, his filled her with an instinctive desire to please him, to try and help him have the fuck of his life. So despite the cramps still shivering up and down her legs, she tried to squeeze his dick inside her ass, hoping that the extra tightness would make him cum all the faster.
Suddenly he pulled out of her and pushed her to the deck, so he loomed above her like a massive ancient god, his shaft in his hand like a royal scepter. Standing astride her, he quickly began pumping his cock in his fist, swaying with the effort. In seconds the cum erupted from the purple head, spewing out and onto her face, body and legs. Amazingly, as he kept pumping cum continued to stream out, blast after blast pouring onto her body. She'd never seen that much come from him, and soon her entire torso was wet and slimy with it. Licking the salty residue off her lips, she looked up at him in trepidation, expecting to be told to scoop it all up an eat it. But instead, he just turned and staggered into the cabin, leaving her cum-soaked body in the cold company of the still-whirring video camera.
To be cruelly continued... | literotica |
Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 08: Too Early
Tags: series, original, fantasy, d&d, dungeons and dragons, half-elf, chase, hangover, dragon slayers
**VIII**
*City of Flames - 1*
Sarah awoke with a start, the pile driver behind her eyes kicked into overdrive the moment she became aware of her surroundings. Bright shards of light cut through the dingy window like daggers, sending her diving back under the covers for refuge.
She ached everywhere and she could tell that there was more than two people in the bed with her, but the thing that bothered her most was the clinking of bottles when she shifted. She didn't drink for a reason, that she had was probably a sign that she had been wallowing again. Unhealthy, Sarah, very unhealthy.
No more unhealthy than dreaming about drowning, though.
Tessarie's voice blared through the din and shook Sarah to the core. "Good morning!"
Sarah curled into a ball under the blankets and plugged her ears. Remotely, she heard herself groan, "please, no yelling."
"I'm not!" She screamed. Sarah groaned out again. Gods, how could she be so damned chipper first thing in the morning. "Sarah, you told--"
"Stop," Sarah thrust her hand out from under the blankets. "Just. . . Give me a moment."
"Oh. . . " There was a small pause. "O- All right."
"Water?"
"Sure. Are we--"
"Water." Sarah tucked the covers over her eyes to create a blindfold. "No talk. Just water." She waited until the young elf left the room before she rolled over to check on the other occupants of the bed; both were men, attractive, young, but hardly memorable. It explained the soreness, but one of them looked like they should have been downstairs guarding the house in case Scarface's group tried to pay a visit.
Sarah sighed. "Bollocks."
A man's voice murmured in the back of her mind. "The trials and tribulations of horny old women, huh?" The voice made her ache all the more. It had that heavy northern lint to it, deep and warm and wholly understated in its power. Ithric. "Come on, Sestra-tay. It's time to get up."
She was too hung over to deal with ghosts. Even if they only existed in her mind. There were plans to make; plans to unmake the mistakes of the past and, if she was right, plans to appease a goddess who would welcome them all into Her embrace when they were all blasted into dirt. The lucky ones would be burned alive, crushed or eaten-- but Sarah? Sarah wouldn't be one of the lucky ones.
The result, however, would be the same.
To the vast majority of the people who had shown up in light of the Goddess's manifestation, they had all been given a holy quest to stop a great evil. With a little careful manipulation on Sarah's part and Keiter's fervent preaching, they had started the group on their way to Desrol. Let the heros lead the way, she figured.
"Sarah?" Tessarie whispered. "Sarah, it is time to get up."
"Mgh." She rubbed her eyes. "Hardly." Getting up meant having to face reality, though. In reality, you ignored a God's demand-- however politely it was phrased-- at your own peril. Gods be damned, though, she wasn't ready to die; heros did that kind of crap. She wasn't even a servant of Isira, why should she run off to fill her grave so early. "I'm not that old. . ." She grumbled to no one in particular.
"As you say, but you asked me to rouse you after high-noon." Tessarie said softly. "We are nearly into the early evening," she paused for a long moment. "You promised you would tell me how my brother is doing."
Sarah braved the bright light, shading her eyes against the throbbing agony that lanced her skull. Tessarie was wearing a modest peasant dress much too big for her with a hand full of fabric bundled up around her slender arm. The glass of water in her other hand was trembling a little as she looked on. "What's wrong dear?" Sarah hauled herself up and took the glass.
The small elf sucked air through her teeth and rocked forward on her feet, causing her modest chest to press against the tan fabric of the dress. Sarah found herself watching the movement thoughtfully, smirking. She was a pleasant image first thing in the morning. "I just. . . I want to know about him. Why did he send you?"
Sarah took a long drink, trying to dredge through her memories of the night before. Muddled by a lingering haze of alcohol and the pungent smell of sex, she couldn't think of much of anything. She glanced at the two men beside her with a frown. Was it that bad that it wasn't memorable? Gods, what had she done last night? She downed the rest of the water. "Well. . ." She decided to start her fabrication like any good story should start. "You see, what happened was--"
A window somewhere else on the second floor broke. Then another. The women exchanged a look just as a silhouette darkened the room's window from outside. Sarah pointed to it as she threw her glass down and dived out of bed. Tessarie could fend for herself, so far as she was concerned. Mages tended to be pretty sharp on the draw.
The young elf looked back at the window with a blank expression. She hesitated. At once, the window burst inwards sending shards of glass and wood frame in every direction. A man's bulk replaced the window.
Tessarie scuttled back out of the way as the men in bed stirred. Sarah grabbed the nearest bottle and threw it at the intruder, looking around the piles of clothes for her pistol. If this was a divine reminder of her 'quest', she was going to have to have a talk with Keiter and try to commune with Isira again. She wasn't a patsy, not even for a goddess.
Something was wrong, though. Something was very wrong. The man wore black leathers and carried several blades, a set of shackles dangled from his belt. He ducked the bottles easily and lunged towards Sarah.
The not-so-nimble half-elf scrambled over the bed, ignoring the groans of the men who's stomachs she accidentally pressed on as she went. One of them grabbed her foot by reflex and she tumbled off the bed awkwardly. Tessarie was backed up in the corner by a second man in leathers and the first one was marching towards Sarah, surefooted as a mountain goat. Confident he had gotten what he was after.
"Wake up!" Sarah flailed. Shoved off against the bed. The man in leathers drew a blade and started to kneel down on her when her hand smacked into something hard and metal amidst the discarded clothes. Just as she wrapped her right hand around the familiar curve of her flintlock, the man in leathers dropped down to a knee beside her. He drew a blade and reached for her throat.
Sarah grabbed for his hand ineffectually as the man bore down on her. "Zxhoo wants to see you."
"Let me check my schedule--" She was no match for his strength but she just needed a second. "Wake up!" She kicked one of the men in the ribs which got an immediately vulgar response. The intruder looked up briefly as Sarah freed her left foot from the grip of last night's lover, slamming it forward into the intruder's temple.
He baulked, pivoting to the side and giving Sarah enough room to maneuver. She ducked away, raised her pistol and got out of his reach in one smooth motion.
"Let her go!" Sarah forced power she didn't believe into her voice. In elven she added, "Put them to sleep!"
"I- I can't!" The girl stammered.
So much for mages being prepared for anything, Sarah mused. Acutely aware of her nudity and only distantly of the slamming headache between her ears, she leveled the barrel of her pistol at the nearer man.
Last night's entertainment was half crawling out of bed when the man in leathers hunched down, lowering his blade. Both men assessed the situation quickly and the younger of them-- the one Sarah had hired to guard the temple in the first place-- muttered something. He was just about to reach for his clothes when the intruder grabbed him by the throat and raised a tiny dagger to his jugular.
He and Sarah stared at one another. Neither flinched. Sarah slid her thumb to the hammer and cocked it back all the way. She never kept it ready to fire, for fear something would set it off. Most people didn't know that, though. She swallowed, trying to find the bead sight on the end of the barrel.
The men were only a man's height away but without her glasses, they may as well have been a full league. "This doesn't have to end in blood." The man in leathers said. "We just want you." He pressed the blade to the young man's throat hard enough to draw a sliver off crimson.
Something downstairs crashed. A sharp woosh of divine energy crackled through the air like a cold snap. Sarah sucked in a sharp breath. It had to have been Keiter. There was some commotion in one of the other rooms as people started to wake and fight back. Even though the gypsy troop had left yesterday, there were still a couple dozen people in the temple, many of them fighters in one form or another.
As she tried to puzzle out how to leverage that information, the other man that had been in bed lunged at the intruder and the young guard. The intruder didn't hesitate to drive his dagger into his hostage's throat, spraying his would be savior with a bright red spray of blood. The three of them tumbled into a heap as the new combatant fought with the man in leathers for control of the situation.
Sarah raised her pistol towards the elf and second intruder. "Let the girl go or--" she stopped when she saw Tessarie throw her hands out to defend herself against the man's advance. A crackle of energy lit the air and in the space of a second the men in the room dropped on the spot. Tessarie grabbed the arms of her dress and backed into the corner, sobbing.
Everyone had different ways of dealing with stress but this was hardly the time to break down. They could do that later, when there wasn't a chance they'd get a random knife in the back. Sarah scooped up her clothes and stepped over the pile of men. She tip toed around the spreading pool of blood with a slight inward wince. The kid was too young to have died like this. She couldn't do anything to help him, though.
It wasn't her fault, she promised herself. She couldn't channel healing energy, that was hardly her fault. Her god was one of creation and invention, not bloody healing. She clenched her jaw yet again, deliberately looking away from the corpse. She threw her shirt on and managed to snake into her trousers before the men started to stir. The one nearest Tessarie was the fastest of the bunch and he was getting his mental footing even faster than Sarah was prepared for.
She lunged over the man and grabbed Tessarie out of the corner, "Come on!"
"B- B-"
Sarah padded over the men even as they began to stir, yanking the small elf along as she made for the door. "It would seem there'll be no room service this morning!" she yanked the girl hard when she tried to stop-- "Focus, dear." She firmed her voice, meeting her eyes. "Focus on my voice. We'll get out of this, I need your help, though."
She blinked a couple of times and nodded meekly. "Good, this way, then." Sarah cracked the door and peeked. There were clothes strewn about the semi-circle of the second floor landing and a few empty bottles. The doors to the other rooms were closed and nothing moved. "Off we go."
As far as escapes went, it wasn't the worst she was ever going to make; all she needed to do was collect Keiter and they could be on their way.
She got as far as the railing when she saw six guards barging in the front door. Short swords at the ready.
They looked up at her and saw the pistol. One of the guards shouted and pointed at her. Sarah spun on her heel, knowing better than to try to explain herself. She grabbed Tessarie's hand when the girl tried to stall. The two of them plowed into one of the men in leather that had broken into the room and Sarah kneed him in the groin as hard as she could. "Sorry about this!" She swept in with her pistol trained on the other man in leather and motioned him toward the door. "Be a dear and block the door for me, would you?"
"W--"
"Ah, ah, ah!" Sarah tutted, ushering Tessarie towards the missing window, "I have the gun, dear and at this range I could not possibly miss. . ." That was a blatant lie, of course, but the young man seemed to take her word for it. As the spry little elf hauled herself through the broken window and on to the tiled overhang, Sarah corralled the would be kidnapper towards the door so he could put his weight against it.
In the hall, the guards were crashing through doors and more sounds of combat were echoing through the wooden building. It was only a second before an axe head broke through the door paneling, causing the kidnapper to flinch away. Sarah tutted, glancing back briefly to ensure Tessarie had gotten clear. She moved towards the door with her pistol unwavering. "Keep your hands on the door, now, it'd be a shame for my finger to slip for want of a simple misunderstanding."
He glared at her. Sarah climbed out as best she could. The tiles were warm against her bare feet but she was barely aware of it. Her mind was swimming with scenarios-- one of her contingency plans had to have applied to this, she was sure.
None of her contingencies involved keeping others alive, though.
There was a tight alley between the temple and the merchant guild building next door. As Tessarie lead them across the tiles towards the back of the house, Sarah caught a brief glimpse of a reflection in the second floor window. Two men in plate armor were running towards the front of the temple, swords already at the low ready. They were knights. They had to be.
They would've killed Keiter without thinking about it-- temple or not, priest or not, kobolds were kill on sight. Her heart clenched. Kobold or not, he was still a friend. Sarah stopped, looked back.
The kidnappers were climbing out of the window to catch up to her. If she didn't stop them, he was going to be killed.
She wasn't a hero, gods dammit.
"Sarah?!" Tessarie whined.
She looked to the elf. Then back. The kidnappers had halved the distance to her. Sarah clenched her jaw, raised her pistol. She wasn't a hero.
She wasn't a hero. | literotica |
Cadenza had heard stories about that place, but never imagined that the address would lead them straight to the heart of their town’s historical district, much less to a bakery of all places. The massive snake was so at odds with their surroundings that everyone around them had to turn their head and watch, though Cad was accustomed enough to that kind of attention that it was only the slightest bit awkward; it was one thing to put on the best show in the middle of one of her performances, after all, and another one entirely to walk down the road when wholesome families were trying to have a good stroll without a gigantic snake lady interrupting them. The tiny scrap of paper she kept inside one of her scarce pockets was burning through the fabric, weighing just as much as one of her ample tits did despite being, for all intents and purposes, just a piece of paper. The promises it held, however, far outstripped anything Cad had ever experienced before in her life, and after the small show the previous night, when her especially powerful performance caught the attention of a certain feline, she was determined to find her way down to the unholy promised land of obscenity and self-indulgence. That’s what it said on the card. It was surprisingly upfront. The building was empty, even the shelves devoid of any bread or baking products; in fact, the whole place seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dust, like it hadn’t been used in months. Given the blinds were down and the facade was in an obvious state of disrepair, it wasn’t all that unlikely that not a single soul had stepped foot inside in that long… for bread, at least. A single spot on the floor remained clean, standing out neatly against the grey-like surface all around it; the perfectly square shape betrayed the presence of some kind of trapdoor or in-built elevator, and as soon as Cadenza managed to coil up her substantially-sized body inside the imaginary lines, her suspicions were confirmed; with a loud grinding, that section of the floor disconnected from the rest, slowly sinking into the ground and taking the snake with it. The experience was… claustrophobic, to say the least, but when the elevator ride ended and the darkness around them was lit up by what felt like a million LED lights, what Cadenza saw made her seriously question just what the hell she had been thinking when she accepted the invitation. Expecting some kind of massive underground lair with a cavernous roof and maybe half a dozen sports cars with which to head out and fight crime with, they were instead met with what was unmistakably a game show stage, albeit one that was just as empty and dusty as the bakery above it. Given no time to react or think about what she was seeing, Cadenza was further surprised by a loud crack coming from behind them, tripping on their own tail and being saved from faceplanting on the ground only by her prodigious bust getting there first. “Took you long enough!”
Their tone was just as jovial as it had been back at the club, but when Cad turned around to see the lynx again, she was instead met by the sight of a completely nude feline hanging in the air without any obvious means of support. Their body was entirely devoid of any visible sexual features, which even the techno-synth-snake-hybrid-thing found to be odd, with their face having morphed just enough to accentuate their already androgynous appearance. That smile, though, that cocksure, playful grin… she’d recognize that anywhere. “Sorry, I didn’t expect your sex dungeon to be here,” Cad spoke, getting back up and readjusting the two black tape Xs on her nips, “honestly hoped it’d be somewhere more…” “Lewd?” “Yeah, kinda?” “Well, that’s too bad, becaaaaaaaaaaaaause it’s here!” The delivery of that line was enthusiastic enough that Cadenza expected the whole stage to burst into phantom applause while clouds of confetti rained on their heads. Instead, silence reigned, followed by a sheaf of paper and a pen appearing in midair in front of them. “You know what to do,” the floating lynx teased, ‘lying’ down in front of Cadenza with their head on their hands. Indeed, the snake had been made aware of what was expected of them inside the feline’s realm; it was why she was there to begin with, the promise of further modifications to her body for the low, low price of absolutely nothing, coupled with the kind of pleasure one only heard about in lurid stories and terribly-written fanfics. Six options. Complete freedom. She started sweating. A few minutes later, Cad was handing the sheet back to the lynx, whose smile spoke every word they themselves didn’t. The snake knew their host wanted to make a dig at their choices, maybe compliment her single-minded devotion to growing bigger, or just… something. But the lynx remained silent, snapping their fingers and producing three oversized, six-sided novelty dice that hung in the air between the two.
“You will roll all three. Once you do, you may discard one, or re-roll them all… or just keep the results,” the cat explained, floating the set over to Cadenza, “whichever you’d prefer!” There was a single moment of hesitation where part of Cadenza’s brain wondered if this was the best course of action for them. The results, as she was told, were irreversible barring a second, lucky run through the cat’s labyrinthine challenge, and with what she wrote down on number six, then it was quite likely that they’d end up in a state too… well, too much, really, to adapt to a normal lifestyle. But that part of them was tiny, inconsequential even; all that was required was a tiny nudge by the floating lynx and a smooch on the forehead for all of Cad’s doubts to vanish in a puff of smoke and for the snek to roll all three die, the first one landing on a six, huzzah, and the others on a two and a one. Cadenza looked at her host with pleading eyes, really wanting to ask for a re-roll, but that six just kept the words locked in her throat and unable to leave, knowing that soon they’d be getting some company in the form of a nutritious, filling snack. “Open up~” The lynx’s words were an irresistible command, and without even realizing it Cad had indeed stretched her jaw out and opened their maw as wide as it could go, expecting a tasty morsel to be dropped into it… only for the lynx themselves to shove their whole form inside of her, taking advantage of the size disparity and Cadenza’s stretchiness to very quickly force her into a position where she’d had to swallow him down. The snake wasn’t as worried as she could be, though; if the Labyrinth was real, odds were the rest of the feline’s claims were just as true, and therefore she’d have nothing to fear. Just an impossibly delicious cat to eagerly swallow and turn into more mush for her body. The digestion was as quick as the swallowing itself, with the lynx melting practically immediately on contact with her stomach acid; it was honestly a bit disappointing, what with Cadenza expecting them to put up a bit more resistance or play up the fact they were being eaten alive… but the fact was that she felt a lot more powerful than before, even if there were no immediate changes to her body; something that was about to change, no doubt about it. The first thing to happen to her were the extra arms, probably a result of the lynx wanting her to experience the real treat as best as she could later on. With the boost provided by the feline snack settling on her belly and permeating every layer of her thick body, Cadenza’s long torso developed an extra pair of nubs underneath her shoulders, with thick bone spurs forming just beneath their surface; these would quickly expand outwards in a line, stretching her scales to
meet the demand and slowly reshaping themselves into the internal structure of her new pair of arms, fully articulated, fully controllable, and so clean and shiny that anyone would be able to tell they were literally brand new. Cad took a few moments to try out her new limbs, finding them to be a bit janky at first, but quickly adapting to the extra reach; it was only after she was perfectly comfortable with them that the last dice activated and the real fun began. The pressure mounted somewhere just above where her slit was very cleverly hidden, destroying whatever was left of Cadenza’s modesty and causing the snake to blurt out a throaty moan that she forgot to muffle; it was simply too good to hold back, and was followed by something else bulging out of her. Rather than a perfect replica of a limb she’d already had, the snake was instead blessed by the sudden development of a very large, masculine shaft, as well as the obligatory accompanying pair of balls swinging underneath it. They looked at odds with Cad’s serpentine body, but with the digested lynx providing a few dozen helping hands to her growth, the first thought on everyone’s mind when they saw it would be its enormous girth, rather than how it was oddly positioned above a pre-existing slit (which itself was leaking profusely from what Cadenza was feeling at that moment). More and more it lengthened and thickened and groaned and creaked and gurgled and churned, the snake’s package growing heavier and heavier with each second and demanding increasing amounts of attention from its carrier… which was where the extra pair of arms came in. With four eager hands and the right motive, Cadenza could do wonders; in the state she was in right then and there, the snake could work miracles. Almost mindlessly, her hands were attracted to her new cock, stroking it with unbridled delight as it continued to gain more mass, courtesy of the “light snack” she just had. While it would eventually settle down and stop growing, that hardly seemed to matter when she could stuff the rod between her tits and have those mounds not be the biggest thing about her, all the while her cum factories worked on overdrive to provide their accompanying shaft with just the right amount of seed to blow all over the nearest wall. It was too much for the snake to resist, with it right there in front of her and quite literally slapping her on her snoot every time her heart beat. Without a moment’s hesitation, she opened her mouth again and invited her own body into herself, swallowing the tip of her rod and greedily gulping down every last drop that bubbled out of it. The familiar taste of precum was magnified and improved a thousandfold when she reminded herself that it was hers, that she was producing it, and the stimulation provided by both a self-inflicted blowjob and the best titfuck Cad had ever given or received were enough to drive them over the edge in just under ten seconds.
Cadenza would worry about how pitiful her stamina was, but with a cock the size of her torso stuck halfway down her throat, it seemed silly to think about such things; rather, it was far more important to indulge herself and drink her own cum when it was blasted at high pressure down her gullet, dumping gallons of the stuff into her waiting stomach before she was even ready to accept mouthfuls. Cad was drooling profusely, thick, goopy strands hanging down from her chin while bursts of it occasionally spurted out from her stretched lips. The seal provided by her girthy shaft should have been enough to stop that from happening, but as it turned out, the snake was just incredibly gifted and produced enough seed to have it backblast from her own body out of sheer pressure. Something odd did eventually happen, when a solid lump suddenly formed inside of them. The shape was familiar, inviting, and it only took Cadenza about two minutes before she realized that the lynx had somehow materialized inside of her belly… only to immediately be reduced to mush by the acidic contents of her stomach, leaving her wondering if it ever actually happened or the infusion of cum had just left her completely crazy. But, much to her surprise and delight, it ended up take place again, this time letting her feel how her constant loads seemed to solidify inside of her into a shape reminiscent of her host, only to be broken down near-instantly. Cadenza knew it couldn’t be an illusion, not only because… well, the labyrinth was real, but also because each successive cum-lynx she inadvertently devoured while her cock was stuck inside of her only increased her output even more, until there was probably more coming out of her mouth than staying in; hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if her insides were actually full, and it was only a matter of time until her lungs would be flooded as well. A third lynx was produced and digested. Then a fourth, and finally a fifth before it all became too much; the pressure reached such an incomprehensible high that Cadenza’s cock popped out of her mouth, followed by a torrent of cum pouring down her front, coating her tits, shaft, chest and large part of her tail in the impossibly-thick seed produced inside of those beachball-sized orbs she was packing. The snake was in a daze, still spurting gallons of her fluids without really registering what was going on around them. They could only feel the absolute and complete stuffing they’d just given themselves, barely able to breathe without drowning in her own filling. It took collapsing to the side and letting the contents of her throat ooze onto the floor for her to take in a few deep breaths, after which the lynx had already begun the not-so-arduous task of reforming their body. Finally free of the digestive prison they had been thrown into the past five attempts, the feline succeeded in fashioning a new form for themselves, emerging from the pool of cum at the tip of Cadenza’s shaft and then shaking off the white coating like it was nothing, lifting themselves into the air with an ease that betrayed the amount of times they’d done that exact
same thing before. He was smiling like a lunatic, akin to a pyromaniac being given a flamethrower and full access to as much ful as they wanted; they scanned Cadenza’s new assets, delighting in how overblown they were already, making a whole lot of plans that would most likely be derailed entirely by the luck of the dice. … speaking of… “I have to give it to you, it’s been a while since someone’s cummed me out five times in a row before getting too big to hold back,” they exclaimed, “quite the achievement, if I may say so myself, and quite the ride~ if you’ll allow me the indiscretion. And, just for that” - they snapped their fingers and produced two more dice, identical to the ones that had started the whole thing just minutes prior - “I think I’ll be throwing these two, since you’re a bit indisposed… lemme know if you wanna keep the results, re-roll them, or if you’d prefer to throw them out for another bite of me~” The dice splashed onto the fluids covering the ground, barely rolling at all before coming to a halt on a six and a three. The lynx stared at Cadenza, who, knowing what was about to happen… nodded. “Good girl~” Two words, and the feline was stuffing himself down the snake’s throat again, bulging it out even more than it already was before vanishing into the ocean of cum still giving Cad a swollen belly that would make even her muscular tail struggle to carry it around. Given a few more seconds, though, it wasn’t that weight that would become problematic, but rather what she would be forced to carry in front of her: that number three was perhaps her personal favourite, and with a grand total of seven snacks inside of her, ready to amplify whatever rolls she got up to eleven and beyond, it wasn’t surprising when the tape Xs she kept over her nipples were jettisoned outwards when the tits they were on suddenly ballooned a good two feet in every direction, two spouts of milk erupting from their suddenly-engorged, fist-sized teats; all Cadenza could do was shove her hands into her breasts and feel as their production skyrocketed, stretching her skin out when her bust was forced to adapt to the increasing demand for storage. The exact same happened down below, with her already-stuffed balls swelling hard enough to slam onto the ground, deepening the electronic blush displayed on the snake’s visor and straining its ability to even express it properly. All of this took place within the first two to three seconds. The full transformation, improving her productivity by… an amount that Cadenza herself dared not even consider, lasted for a couple of minutes more, after which there was very little Cad left inside of her, replaced
with a mindless, thirsty beast whose main purpose was to keep her cock nice and secure inside her still-growing cleavage, milking her body-sized tits for every last drop of cream inside of them and only ever succeeding in making them fill up faster, while her immobilizing nuts painted the whole room white. Her body had failed to keep up with the demands for output, and the snake was stuck trying to empty herself when she was making more than she could spend. Wouldn’t take long before she started feeling walls touching her. “You know, it’s been a while since someone’s gotten this bad so early,” came the lynx’s familiar voice from behind her, barely audible over the churning of cum and milk, “if you want, I can afford you a reset… or, I can roll another die if you’d like me to~” There was no real choice. Cadenza couldn’t really speak, but her eyes said everything that was necessary. The die was rolled. The five was landed on. The results were as immediate as they were drastic, and were it not for the Labyrinth’s uncanny ability to adapt to whoever was inside of it, it would’ve crumbled like a cheap house of cards the moment Cadenza’s entire body bloated to twice its size in a single second, milk and cum production doubling over on top of that and causing even more of the snake’s body mass to focus on her bloating spheres. Another second and another doubling, and another, and another, the snake’s multi-ton body growing until it was impossible to tell where the coils even ended, buried underneath literal mountains of breastflesh and cum-stuffed nut. Another second passed. Another second passed. The five was glowing. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Friends, Enemies, and Exes Ch. 07
Tags: cum, dominant male, harem, lesbian, mind control, orgy, powers, submission, transformation
(The time gap between the writing of Chapter 6 and Chapter 7 was rather large. I apologize for any inconsistencies, ret-cons, or mistakes. The following chapter will begin just where the last one left off, but will jump forward several months by the end. Thank you for reading.)
*Charlie*
Charlie sat on a lush velvet chair, Penny on his lap, while more than two dozen women kissed and caressed and pleasured one another. Not a single person in the room had clothes on. Even Ashley had taken a break from her many duties to get a taste of Lanie.
But this was business first, pleasure second.
*Pick any one of them and reach out. You might not be able to pinpoint at first,* he said in Penny's head.
Her eyes narrowed and focused on Zoe, her tiny body straddling Lily, hands fondling her new gigantic breasts. Charlie could hear Zoe think, *They're so beautiful... I wish I knew he could do this before. I wonder if Master can make my tongue a little more sensitive.*
*Of course you can,* Penny thought. *You'll just have to cum in her mouth, right Master?*
*That's right,* he told her. *I want you to try and send her a thought. Can you do that?*
She furrowed her brow, focused harder. Nothing came to her at first, and Charlie could feel the frustration bubbling up. He placed a hand gently on her thigh, let his cock twitch against her ass, and felt her simmer down with a happy sigh. "Thank you, Master," she cooed.
Zoe gasped, almost inaudibly, and involuntarily her own inner voice said, *I should slap Lily's tits for her.* With her left hand still massaging, Zoe's right came down on the other breast with a sharp *smack!* and Lily yelped happily.
"Good girl," Charlie said aloud. He reached up to Penny's chest and started to knead at her breasts gently. Her head tilted back and she sighed again, that soothing happy way of sighing that she had.
"Thank you for teaching me, Master," she moaned. "I hope this is what you want."
"I just want you to know what you're doing so you don't overdo it," he explained. "I've made a lot of mistakes with this thing, and I don't want you to do the same."
"You haven't made any mistakes lately."
"Some. But I'm certainly much better at it now."
A moment later, he stopped playing with Penny, let her come back to the real world, and she noticed just how quiet the room was. Every last one of the sluts was on her knees, facing the velvet chair, faces blank and backs straight. They looked like a grid of mannequins besides the sweat still glistening on their skin and the rise and fall of their chests with their slow, controlled breaths.
"Master..." Penny muttered.
"This is more of an emergency thing," he said, picking her up off his lap and standing up to walk around them. "If I just walked away and stopped focusing, they would all come to in five minutes or so. No harm done. But while they're like this, it's just easier to make small adjustments without going *all the way in*."
Penny walked to her sister, kneeling at one corner, and smiled down at the submissive image of herself. Charlie could sense what she wanted to do.
"Go ahead," he said. Penny slapped Sammy's face lightly, then again much harder when she gave no reaction. Nothing at all.
"They're empty," she said.
"I always thought of it as off-mode," he said, looking at Alex. "This is how I usually got away with cheating. I only fucked Shelby once, but when I did it was right in front of Alex. Otherwise I just made her forget or ignore all the signs. The point is, they'll only register what you tell them to."
"You could have just made her okay with it," Penny said.
"Hindsight's twenty-twenty. I thought I could resist the urge to fuck other girls, but I couldn't. And I don't like to Rewire twice. I'm a little upset I've had to do it to Lanie as much as I have."
Penny nodded and moved on, stepping between the girls until she found shy little Sarah. "Sarah," she said, "what's your kinkiest fantasy?"
In a matter-of-fact tone, Sarah said, "To have my ass fucked on a public train by Master."
"Oh that's fun," Penny said.
Charlie walked over to Erica, his research assistant, and placed a hand gently on her hair. "Erica, your sex drive is starting to wane. You still love having sex, but you won't be able to get horny while you're reading or working."
Penny looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong, Master?"
"I need to be able to write without constantly fucking her," he explained. "You try something."
Penny looked around the room, one Mistress standing naked over her charge. Finally her eyes landed on Gina's big gorgeous body. "Gina," she said. "Ashley needs help running the house. Start assisting her every day until you can run the house by yourself. And Ashley, you teach Gina how to do it so you can take care of the business."
Both of the girls nodded, and Charlie felt relieved. He was worried for a moment that she might make a more outlandish command first, knowing how insatiable Penny had been so far. But beyond all that, her head was still practical. He walked over to her, his erect cock brush past half a dozen girls' hair on the way. He kissed the love of his life gently, ran his fingers through her dirty blond hair, and said, "You were right. I think I will enjoy living here."
She kissed his neck, nuzzled there for a moment, and said, "Life is pretty good, isn't it?"
"Why haven't I fucked you?" he asked.
Penny was taken aback. He could feel the turmoil in her mind, uncertain of the answer. Charlie had not expected that. "I don't know," she said. "It just... somehow feels like I shouldn't yet. I think I'm waiting for something."
"What might that be?"
She tried to look brave, but she was afraid to answer. He smiled for her, let himself push at her mind ever so slightly to take the edge off. "I'm not sure yet," Penny said. "But it's coming."
Charlie kissed her forehead and felt her hand wrap around his cock. *But I can do anything else,* she thought to him.
"There's one more thing before we finish up," he said. "Rewiring."
Penny looked out to the field of naked women. "Do I get to pick?"
He shook his head, a little perturbed by her eagerness. "Not any of them. No more double dipping. Besides, if you want the full lesson, you'll need someone fresh."
"Who, Master?"
"There's a few girls from Pleasant Valley who haven't arrived yet. But Helen showed up this morning. Would you like to watch me Rewire her?"
Penny's eyes lit up in wonderment. "I wonder if I can."
*Penny*
She could.
Helen bounced at an even pace on Master's cock. Penny remembered her as an extremely studious girl, dead set on becoming the valedictorian of Pleasant Valley High. She had something of a long face bordered by a mess of curly brown hair; altogether she looked pretty in a sexless sort of way. Until she took off her clothes, of course.
Master fucked her on the dining room table, while in the back of his mind he kept the thirty other sluts on their knees in the ballroom, nearly catatonic. In only a few minutes, he was cumming inside of her as she clenched around him in her own orgasm. And then Penny was somewhere else, somewhere dark and light at the same time. Charlie was here too, holding her hands, trying to say something, but she couldn't hear him for a moment. Just when she was too afraid to stay, he pulled her in close and she felt safe again.
"We're here," he said. "This is Helen."
"Oh," Penny said. And he was right.
"Look around," he said. "Then I can get to work."
Somehow it was easier on the inside, like reading a book. Penny could find her memories at a whim, taste her fears and desires without even thinking about it. She found images of waterparks and rainbows, long angry drives in thick traffic, and finally the beautiful vivid sight of Charlie's cock, burned brightly into Helen's memory. From there, Penny found the whole story.
Helen was insecure in high school, just like many many others, Penny found. Searching through her memories like Master taught her, she found the key moments to her dose of Charlie's cum. The rumors of his sexual prowess reached her, and she began to wonder if she'd missed out on something great while she spent most of her free time studying. Out of curiosity, she went to a party and lost her virginity to a friend of hers, finding herself utterly disappointed. Refusing to believe that was all sex had to offer, Helen approached Charlie very directly.
"I've never had good sex," she had said bluntly. "And I'm told you're very good."
It was more academic at first, Penny realized. But as she took Charlie inside her and began to feel the indescribable ecstasy that so many others had praised, Helen lost control. She practically tore the condom off him to feel more of him, bucked wildly even with her back on his mattress. She clawed at his back and forgot to hold back her screams of, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"
And after begging to feel his cum inside of her, Helen blacked out and woke up a new woman. Although Charlie left for school not long after, his influence remained with her ever since. She masturbated daily, bought toys for all three of her holes, even frequented bars and clubs looking for a man who could do that to her again. To her luck, Penny found, Helen had met many good partners over the years, even some who fucked her just as vigorously. But none of them quite hit the bar that Charlie had set.
"So how do you do it?" Penny asked.
Charlie found a fading memory of himself. He was sitting next to Helen at the library, not interacting with her. Then, in a snap, the memory changed. He was pointing at her worksheet, helping her figure something out. Helen was smiling at him, clearly smitten.
"Just a few alterations to back up the commands I give. If I attach my orders to happy memories, they're easier for her to accept. I could put myself anywhere, even if I wasn't there, but I try not to do that too much."
He changed little details in dozens of memories, and then found the little pieces that made up her inhibitions. Without destroying them entirely, he managed to dampen, diminish, and debilitate them. In place of those, he took the parts of her that made her sex drive and amplified them. Penny stopped him halfway through.
"Master, can I try?"
He looked hesitant, but he stepped back and let her find something. Penny touched a piece of Helen and found hesitance, a part of her that wanted to carefully consider every option before proceeding. It took her some time, but eventually Penny molded it into something else. It was vague at first, and she was not wholly certain she had achieved it. But then she could feel it, as though the desire was her own. Penny took Helen's hesitance and turned it into the intense desire to spread joy.
Charlie wasn't certain what she'd done, but the surface emotion was all he needed. He smiled again, and Penny felt chills. When he finished with his own adjustment, he knelt down and touched the ground, whatever it was. These were the commands, Penny knew. The final touch.
Penny blinked, and she was back at the mansion, hiding around the corner, watching Helen convulse as her throat struggled to swallow every drop of Charlie's cum. Gradually, the sound of her thoughts grew louder. *Cum... cum...* Helen thought. *So... much...*
She was out like a light, and Charlie carried her to the ballroom. "Girls," he said. "This is Helen. She'll be joining us today. Find her a bed and teach her everything she needs to know."
They all awoke from their trance, stood up and crowded around the unconscious Helen. A moment later, they were all upstairs, except for Sammy.
"You've been a good girl, Penny," Charlie said, his hands sliding up Sammy's body. "How would you like me to fuck your sister?"
Penny sat in the velvet chair again, her hands already at her dripping pussy. Sammy was standing at attention, back arched to keep her tits stuck as far out as possible. "Fuck her ass," Penny said. "Pick her up and fuck her ass."
Penny watched the mirror image of herself suspended in the air, leaning back against Charlie's chest, his cock deep in her asshole. Every bounce made her tingle, every unhindered moan and gasp gave her goosebumps. Sammy was so very like her now that Penny thought she could even feel Master's cock in her ass.
Wordlessly, knowing Charlie was distracted, Penny reached out to Helen again, hoping that her work was concrete. Time would tell. But if she'd done what she thought she'd done, Helen was going to recruit plenty of new whores to please Master. She would have to if she truly wanted to spread joy.
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*Katie*
*Such a good girl, Penny. Maybe you understand me. Maybe I won't have to get rid of you when I reunite with my Master. You've done so well, clearly you know what's best. Just keep doing what you're doing, and when I arrive I'll make sure to get you a nice comfortable cage. You can even have a pretty pink collar to wear, and I'll let you lick Master's cum out of me every night.*
*Just remember the most important thing. Remember what I told you. Don't fuck him. Not until I say.*
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*Alex*
Before she knew it, weeks passed.
Charlie quickly finished his work with Lily, inflating her chest from nothing to a pair of tits that rivaled Lauren's. After that, he gifted Alex with a week of baths, trimming an inch from her height every time. By the end, she was one of the smallest girls in the whole house.
The other girls queued up for their requests, though most of them were not nearly as drastic. Small adjustments to their faces, their curves, their breasts. All Sarah wanted was a little bit more pink in her nipples, all Lauren wanted was naturally red hair to go with her freckles. Zoe's tongue was more sensitive now, and even a teasing french kiss could melt her into a puddle. But the most fun was watching her hips gyrate as she swirled her tongue around the head of Master's cock.
Whatever these girls were afraid of when they came into the house, most of it was gone before Charlie ever started altering them. Only the little things were left.
Alex, for one, was as happy as could be. Whenever Master used her, she felt so small and fragile. The extra daintiness to her form exhilarated her more this way. Mater could break her if he wanted, but he knew just how to treat her. When he rode the line, when he almost crossed it, that was the most erotic feeling in the world to Alex. Because he never went too far. But he could.
Somehow, Natalie talked her into joining her band. Lauren was producing their first couple of recordings, and decided they needed a singer. It wasn't until watching a video Lily made of the way Alex screamed during sex that she realized she might really have the voice for it.
After a few weeks of practice, she had something close to a comfortable tone. "You'll get better with practice," Lauren said. "Amazing with time. For now, you can still lay down some serious vocal tracks."
It was Lauren who came up with the band name *Fifth Manor*, Lauren who mixed and mastered every recording they did together, Lauren who teched their instruments and their effects and their dynamics. She was as imperative to their sound as any of the four of them. Once, while she was tuning Miranda's bass guitar, Alex asked her, "Why don't you play?"
Miranda stopped eating Alex's pussy long enough to turn around and ask, "Yeah, why don't you play? You would be so good."
"I'm happier this way," Lauren said. "Besides, if you ever play any live shows, I know you'll still let me have a groupie or two."
"Or five," Natalie smirked.
All summer long, they wrote and re-wrote and recorded and re-recorded their handful of songs, always putting flesh on the skeletons that Natalie brought in. And as Helen started bringing more and more girls into the house, the five of them realized that their music might really be good.
Kissing Lily and fondling her big gorgeous tits on the way into the shower one morning, they caught Helen and a new girl named Grace singing, *"Going down, down, down... father of all misdeeds..."*
Alex opened the shower door to the two naked girls, one lithe and curly-haired, the other tall and wide-hipped. "You like our song?"
Grace's hands did not stop groping at Helen's ass. "It's super catchy," she said. "Is it really yours?"
*Fifth Manor* played their first gig in September to an exclusive audience of Charlie and his many whores. While the music played, everyone's clothes remained on. But they jumped, they danced, they shouted the lyrics they already knew from overhearing the loud practices over the summer. No matter how many times Alex rewrote the lyrics, they always seemed to catch on.
In the middle of the first some, Alex was so nervous that she nearly ran off the stage. But she locked eyes with Penny, saw her sitting next to Charlie at the back of the crowd, and something changed. The words she spoke the night Master promised to make her smaller echoed in her memory. *When you're all done, I'm going to break you. Personally.* Just looking at her, Alex felt fire kindle inside her. Her lungs were a caisson for her lyrics, but now her body was fuelling the music itself. She started to own the stage, to look her sluts in the eye as they screamed along with her.
*"Down, down, down, closer to what I need!"*
By the end of the show, Alex just wanted to start all over again.
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*Lauren*
No one was pregnant.
It started to add up one day when Lauren was awash with Charlie's cum, so much of it that it dripped out of her mouth, off her tits, and down to her thighs. An almost forgotten impulse to worry took hold of her, and she started to wipe it away from her vagina. Then she remembered all the times he'd cum inside her, all the times he'd cum inside *every* slut in the house. He showered her in it, bathed Alex in it, grew massive new tits for Lily with it. Some of the girls begged for him to fill their pussies every day. And no babies.
*He can do anything,* she realized. *Except that.*
Something about that made her sad, though she could not say that she wanted a baby herself. But if he and Penny ever wanted one, it seemed out of the question.
Still, it saved a lot of trouble. Lauren never thought she could live a life so full of cum, let alone Charlie's heavenly seed. The summer was like one long practice session for him as he learned to deliver larger and larger shipments. The average man could only ejaculate a few ounces per orgasm. Charlie could unleash *gallons*.
One night, as he fucked her tits slowly and deliberately, Lauren started to crave it more than ever. She begged, "All of it, Master. I want all of your cum. Don't stop until it's all out, *please.*" But he thrust his cock up to her chin and growled, "It will never stop."
Her body gave in to an orgasm so intense that if she hadn't been lying on his bed, she surely would have fallen down in convulsions.
When she wasn't working with *Fifth Manor*, Lauren was servicing Charlie's cock. Her time with the other girls was limited because of the time consuming processes involving the music, so her feminine contact was limited to the band and whatever interactions Charlie asked of her. Still, on occasion Zoe or Sarah would come knocking on her bedroom door, hoping to steal a few kisses or get a taste of her while she mixed at her desk.
As summer wound on, Lauren found herself more attached to Penny. She was almost constantly with Master, fondling herself as he played with his toys. Her own attentions were rarely set on him, normally giving precedence to any available slut. When Master started asking Lauren into bed more often, citing his desire to keep her from becoming a musical shut-in, Penny became like a girlfriend.
While Master fucked the life out of Sammy or Alex or Lanie or whichever lucky whore he'd invited in, Penny would stroke Lauren's copper red hair and mutter, "You're so beautiful. So talented. So smart." The feelings were mutual, Lauren knew. She admired the power that Penny both used and did not use, though she clearly had so much of it. *She always knows how I'm feeling or what I need,* Lauren thought, staring warmly into Penny's inviting green eyes one night. *She really cares.*
Lauren would do anything for Charlie, she knew. But now, she thought, she might do just about anything for Penny too.
So when Penny asked her to retouch the *Fifth Manor* lyrics a bit, Lauren did not even bother to ask why.
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*Lanie*
Helen was not how Lanie remembered her. She could hardly believe it when she showed up at the house, naked and sweating and happy in that just-got-fucked way. The austere study buddy Lanie remembered left no impression on the skinny bitch before her now.
"Face down, ass up," Lanie commanded. Helen raised her rear into the air, rested her head against Lanie's pillow, and wiggled a bit.
"Yes Mistress Lanie," she said.
"High knees, legs spread, mouth open."
"Yes Mistress Lanie."
Helen scooted to the edge of the bed and stood on her knees, thighs far enough apart that her labia opened on its own. Lanie reached down and coated two of her fingers in the slut's thick honey. Reaching up, she gave Helen a taste of herself. "Thank you, Mistress Lanie."
"When are these friends of yours arriving?" Lanie asked her.
"Any minute, Mistress. I hope you like them."
*So do I,* Lanie thought. The house was getting crowded. Helen had a knack for making friends with just about everyone, and sometimes she found a beautiful young woman who wanted to visit the house, see what it was all about, get a taste of Master's cum. Not all of them stayed long enough to fall under his enchantments, but those who did ended up staying. Almost every room in the house was doubled up by the beginning of October.
If Gina hadn't taken up the mantle of running the house, Lanie might have moved in with Ashley. The two grew closer almost every time they spoke, and Lanie found herself craving her touch more often. But Gina needed to stay close in order to learn the ins and outs of it all. The only thing Lanie could do to stay near Ashley was to study business and economics in her free time, just as an excuse to give input, brainstorm, problem-solve with enough efficiency to keep Ash coming to her.
Instead, she roomed with Helen. Not a bad match by any means, the serious teenager she'd once been had become a smile machine. She was as horny as any of the other girls, but not so obnoxious about it as to keep Lanie up all night. Other pairings were not so compatible, some barely able to resist each other enough to get a full night's rest. Shelby had new dark rings under her eyes after Erica moved in with her.
There was talk of expanding the house to make room for new girls as they came in. Stopping the influx was simply out of the question. With money already rolling in from some of Ashley's strategic investments, the obstacle of funding ceased to bar anything. If things like *Fifth Manor* or Charlie's impending publishing house took off, then everyone would truly be set for life. Building new rooms would be the least of their worries.
Until then, Lanie practiced her dominating skills on Helen. It was difficult at first, trying to slip into the skin of someone with power when she herself was powerless before Charlie. At first, she could not help but remember how brainless and automatic she became the night Charlie re-entered her life. That was the real her as far as she could tell. But when Helen started to obey with more immediacy, Lanie started to think she might actually be good at it.
Before long, she was as commanding as Mistress Penny. The sluts were happy to fear her, and more than once a girl might misbehave "accidentally" in the presence of Lanie. It was just a quick walk to the dungeon, and she could do what she pleased with a bottomless pit of toys and accessories.
"Swing your hips," Lanie commanded, and Helen obeyed. Then, the intercom. "Helen, your guests have arrived," said the compressed voice of Gina.
"If those goes well," Lanie said. "We might be out of rooms."
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*Penny*
A dozen sorority girls — Penny did not know their names yet, and did not care yet either — laid on their backs, heads dangling upside down. Lanie and Lauren and Alex all walked back and forth between then, slipping their strap ons into any available throat and thrusting at whatever speed they desired. Some of the college girls gagged, others moaned, one of them was totally silent no matter how hard anyone fucked her throat.
Half the girls in the house were sitting around the dungeon, jeering at the wouldbe entrants, cat-calling and degrading them. "Fucking slut, take that cock! Deeper, go deeper, whore!"
On the other side of the table, Zoe and Sarah and Helen took turns tasting their pussies, occasionally at the same time that they were getting throat fucked. Penny loved when they mixed tastes by swirling their tongues together, muttering notes that she couldn't hear. *Little connoisseurs of pussy.*
After what felt like only minutes, but must have been more than an hour, the six judges deliberated. "Best Throat," Lanie announced loudly, bringing a hush to the room. "Stefanie." A pear-shaped Asian girl sat up on the table, her own saliva coating her face, and smiled as the room clapped for her. She hopped to her feet and pranced over to the Mistresses, who held her hands and kissed her cheeks.
"Best Pussy," Zoe said, "Tammy." The blondest one of all hopped up and joined her judges, stealing a genuine kiss from all of them.
Penny let everyone clap and cheer, and then raised her hand to silence the room. *Small powers,* she mused. *I don't even need to control them for that.* "All of you are invited to stay," Penny said. "But you two will get the privilege of meeting with our Master first. The rest may watch while you wait your turn. Thank you Helen, for bringing us such beautiful girls."
Upstairs, Penny placed the two winners on Charlie's bed, posing them to look as sexy as possible for his entrance. When she was sure she had it, Penny graciously thanked the other girls and reminded them there was no obligation to stay. None of them budged. *Helen really is a good judge of character,* she thought. *They're all born sluts.*
When Master entered the room, Penny could see a mix of fear and excitement grow in the sorority's eyes. He was completely naked, hard as any man could be. But they did not know how much he had changed in only a few months.
Charlie did not become a musclebound freak nor did he balloon in size. But the population of his harem had doubled since the beginning of summer, and with it his body morphed ever so slightly into the perfect version of itself. Without growing taller or bigger, he just looked *perfect*. Sarah, in her studies of graphic design, found an ancient Greek diagram that showed mathematical proportions in the male physique. Compared to Charlie, the diagram might have been drawn after his own body.
It was no wonder that these girls were instantly enraptured. And still they did not know what they were in for. Not only did his body chisel itself into scientific perfection, but his stamina became nothing short of infinite. In June, he struggled to stay on his feet after a day of playing with his fuck toys. In July he could pound at them all day without slowing, then collapse into a hot bath and sleep twelve hours. By August, he did not tire even after cumming in every last one of his girls. In September, he stopped sleeping.
And best of all, he loved it. Penny felt his heart swell with pride every day as he looked at the joy he'd brought these scores of women. He was happy to be himself. And as far as Penny was concerned, that was mission accomplished. *And the more girls he has, the happier he'll be,* she knew. *Thank goodness for Helen.*
Wordlessly, Charlie sauntered across the master bedroom and stood in front of the bed, eyeing his two new prizes. Unbidden, both Stefanie and Tammy fell to their elbows, clamoring to take his cock into their mouths. Charlie grabbed them swiftly by the hair, keeping their lips just inches short of making contact. He turned to their sisters. "Who first?" he asked.
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*Katie*
"Oh, Penny," Katie said. "She's turning out to be so good for him."
"Why is that?" Emily asked.
"He's becoming less hesitant to take what's his."
She was coming more regularly now, always happy to ensure their privacy and let Katie out of her white clothes. They'd started restraining her wrists years ago because if they didn't her hands would always be between her legs. Emily didn't seem to care. At first, Katie was fervently rubbing herself to climax as quickly as she could. But now that Emily's visits were regular, she started taking her time, slowing down, enjoying it more.
Katie sat up in her bed, playing casually as they spoke. She would not stop until it was time for Emily to leave, and when she was gone she already missed the sensation. But now, at least, she could look forward to doing it again at a regular schedule. That made it more bearable to wait. But when Charlie was active, usually late at night, Katie would squirm and wriggle, trying to rub her legs together in the hopes of getting at least a little friction.
Whenever Emily walked in and let her loose, the images of who and what he'd done the previous night would resurface in her mind. Then she would talk about everything that happened, how it made her feel, what she wished he would do or say. Emily loved to hear it all. *A little more effort and maybe I can get her out of her clothes,* Katie mused.
"Charlie's starting to enjoy his... harem?" Emily asked.
"Very much," Katie answered. "He still has a few hang ups. But there will be more sluts for him in time. And the more sluts he has, the more powerful he'll become. Master will love it."
Emily hummed with satisfaction, one long *hmmmm*. She leaned back in her chair, tilted her head, twirled her hair. "You're so lucky to have a Master like him," she said.
Katie heard the lament in her voice and asked, "How have you been?"
Emily leaned forward, fists propping up her head, looking dejected. "I've been seeing this guy lately. Big, strong. Can pick me up like a feather. Living proof that size doesn't matter. I've never been fucked quite this way before."
"So what's wrong?"
"He won't let me swallow his cum," Emily said, pouting.
"Are you sucking his cock?"
Emily nodded and slid out of her chair, crawling over to Katie's bed. Even fully clothed, she looked so perfect on her hands and knees. Katie could already picture Master standing in front of her, pulling her head further and further down by the hair.
Emily leaned in a little, stuck her ass out. Her lips started to shine with saliva as she let her mouth go slack. As she spoke, she started to drool ever so slightly. "I like to do it on all fours so I can stretch my neck a little bit. That makes it tighter. And I get him nice and wet, which is easy because he always makes my mouth water."
*Oh fuck,* Katie thought. *Show me how you do it, please, please!* Her fingers twitched around her nipple as she fought the impulse to reach out and give her a finger to suck on. The urge to reach out and command her, tweak her impulses just a little, was so strong that Katie's head started to hurt. *I can't influence her*, she knew. *Not until she tastes Master.*
"So why..." Katie asked, her breathing getting quicker. "...why won't he cum in your mouth?"
Emily slumped, sitting on her heels. "I don't know. He's not as nice as your Master. What do you think I should do?"
*Fuck him all day, all night, do whatever he says, just get his cum, taste his cum, swallow it all!*
"Ask very nicely," Katie said.
Emily smiled, sat back in her chair, and stared at Katie's sopping wet pussy for a minute. Then her face grew serious, and she looked her in the eyes. "Katie, I was wondering if you would let me run some tests on you."
That soured her mood, but her hand kept working nonetheless. "They already tried that."
"I know, I read your file. They won't admit it, but they really fucked up."
"You're telling me." When Katie first arrived, they tried to run brain scans, take blood samples, send in psychiatrists. But she knew they would just tell her she was crazy. There was only so much they could get from sedating her. The rest she locked away in her own brain. But when she resisted, they tried to make her regret it.
"I want to prove to them that you're okay. I know there's nothing wrong with you, but they won't believe that unless I can get it down on paper. So I just want to know what I can do to make you comfortable with some tests. I would be there for all of them."
"You would?"
"In fact, I would be in charge. If anyone steps out of line, I can shut the whole thing down."
Katie bit her lip, started circling a finger around her clit a little faster. "It's not experiments, right? No shocks or surgeries?"
"Just tests, like a normal doctor's visit. We won't give you pills or anything. What can I do for you Katie?"
*Yes,* she thought. *Oh yes, Master. I found someone. She's going to bring me back to you.*
"Fuck my Master," she said. "Find him and fuck his brains out for me. And make sure to swallow." | literotica |
Title: May & Deke Ch. 01
Tags: masturbation, affair, may, december romance, motel, doggy style
**Chapter 1 - Window Seats**
My name is May, and I am meeting my lover Deke today at a lakeside motel in Maine. I haven't seen him for three months and I am so horny I am going out of my mind. I masturbate all the time we are apart--imagining he is here in my bedroom. Lying naked on my bed with two pillows under my hips so that I can see my own pussy, I spread my legs wide so that in my mind I also give Deke, sitting in a chair just beyond the foot of my bed, a clear view. I imagine that I am showing him my sex and then begin my little reverie.
"Do you want to watch me cum?" I ask my absent lover.
"O yes darling," I imagine him cooing. "Show me your glistening wetness and let me watch your dance."
I part my labia with my fingers and show him my swelling clit and my ever-increasing flow of juices. I wet my forefinger by slipping it into my vagina and then slowly draw it back out and slide it up until I hit my sweet spot. I imagine looking directly into Deke's blue eyes as I begin to stroke my clit.
He smiles and urges me on. " That's it, my sweet. Cum for me. You are so beautiful."
I notice that his cock is responding and tell him that I want him to pleasure himself at the same time. As he strokes himself, I get even more turned on, knowing he is hardening while watching me. It makes me feel so sexy and desirable. Watching a man handle himself is so evocative-the strong firm strokes, the changes in speed and direction, and the stretching of the skin over the engorged head. I know, as in anyone's masturbation, it is all the right pressure and tempo; so his desire builds with each variation.
I see that his pre-cum has moistened the tip of his bulging penis as he moves closer to my bedside for a better view. His lust grows as he watches the quiver of my big thighs and the subtle and not-so-subtle undulations of my body as I am being driven to climax.
I imagine him jacking his load all over my tits and belly. I rub his sperm all over me with my free hand and lick my fingers. I taste, in memory, the salty sweetness of his ejaculate; and I cum, moaning to the walls.
I have cum and cum well, but it is less than satisfactory. My beautiful man, my Deke, is not really there to glory in my dance.
But enough! Today I, his mistress May, am on the way to meet with my beloved; and soon there will be consummate satisfaction.
Our timing is perfect: we meet just after Deke checks in at the office at 7PM on his way to our motel room. I hail him, and he stops so I can catch up. There in the parking lot we kiss open-mouthed and deeply and wetly like the love-sick sex-deprived maniacs that we are. He cups one of my breasts and I grab a cheek of his ass, hugging for several moments-so happy to be together again. Pausing for a moment, Deke says we need to find his unit. I smile at the double entendre; and the maintenance man, who has watched our display and heard all that we have said, pipes up, and tells us the way.
We laugh knowing we must have been quite a sight, and I am sure our greeting has "affair" written all over it. After all, my Deke is quite a bit older than I am, and we hardly meet like father and daughter, or even husband and wife.
Walking to our room, arms around waists, Deke whispers, "Bet he wishes he could watch us in our room."
Looking at him askance, I say laughingly, "Yeah, right!"
As he inserts the key to let us in, Deke says, "I bet he'd love it. Bet it makes him hard, just thinking about us fucking on the other side of this door."
Just as Deke gets the door open, the chambermaid appears. "Are you all set?" she asks.
"Oh, yes, thank you," I say. "The man down in the parking lot was very helpful."
"That's my husband. We're the managers," she says. "He is mostly a pain in the ass, but I have him trained when it comes to the customers."
"Good girl!" I say moving through the door behind Deke.
"Do you need an extra towel or two?"
"Why, that would be great!" Deke smiles. Our manager/chambermaid passes two fluffy white towels into his arms and departs.
"Well, that was a trip, Deke! Bet her husband sent her right over here to check us out. What a laugh!"
We turn on the bedside lamps, as cozier than the overhead light. Our room, on the backside of the motel, has a large picture window in the wall next to the bed. It's the kind of window you think would have a view, but it only looks across the ally. You would think, too, that being on the ground floor, we would close the curtains; but we never do unless we are right on the front parking lot.
I notice that the building across the ally has a widow just like ours directly across from us, and I see painted on the door adjacent to the window the words, "Manager's Residence." As we unpack, we can't help observing the many comings and goings of our helpful maintenance man and friendly chambermaid. They seem to be well suited as a couple. You know what I mean; they look like a pair. He is big burly guy with broad shoulders and big forearms. Just by looking at him, I can tell he can fix things. She is attractive and of average height and sturdy build. Her short brown permed hair frames a round face that has the smile of a happy housekeeper. Cheerful and hospitable, they seem the perfect do-it-yourself innkeepers; and, from what I can make out through our opposing windows, their living quarters are neat and homey.
Finally settled in, Deke and I proceed to get reacquainted. I know he has had a long drive so I want him to relax. "You must be beat," I say, "after your long drive here from Syracuse, darling. Let me help you out of your clothes."
"O, May, you are so good to me."
Deke stands next to the bed and I begin by unbuttoning his shirt, putting it on the chair. Next, I kneel to undo his belt and unzip his fly. Then I pull down his chinos and boxers to reveal his cock that is just beginning to rouse. I tell him to sit on the bed, where, still on my knees, I remove his shoes and socks. Rising, I put his pants on the chair with his shirt, then return to stand in front of him. I unbutton my blouse, one button at a time from the top down. I slip it off, tossing it in the chair, leaving me in my bra, pencil skirt and mules. Deke watches me, smiling, as I undo my bra, freeing my ample tits, and send it the way of my blouse.
I step toward him and enfold his face with my breasts, where he nuzzles for a moment and then suckles. It makes me moan, as the stimulation of my nipples seems to be directly connected to my clit. His tender caresses, cupping and kissing my yearning tits with his hands and his mouth, seem to have given new growth to his hardening cock.
I push him off me, step back and turn around. Glancing over my shoulder, I unzip my tight skirt and slowly peel it, with my panties, down over my firm, round ass. I back into him and bend at the waist so that he can knead and kiss my glutes and use his tongue to rim my pucker. He reaches between my legs to discover my wetness. Parting my lips, he slips two fingers into my flowing vagina. I moan more loudly as my needy cunt engulfs his rhythmic insertions.
I walk out of his grasp, turn around and drop to my knees again in front of him and look up to speak.
"Deke, I think they're watching us."
"What?"
"I think they're watching us from across the ally."
"How can you tell?"
"Well, when I turned toward the window, I saw them. They're smoking and I can see the glowing tips of their cigarettes. Watch."
"I'll be damned. Are you all right with this? If you are, I'd like to turn on the overhead."
"You'd really like that wouldn't you O, Hell, let 'em watch!"
Deke snaps on the overhead to bathe us in its strong, bright light.
The entire right side of our queen-size bed, to which he returns, is parallel to the window. This means our husky maintenance man and his buxom wife, sitting in the dark across the ally, undoubtedly had been watching our foreplay.
I am surprised by my reaction to the realization of being watched. I like it. More aroused than ever, I plunge down consuming Deke's cock to the hilt, grind into his balls, the base of his shaft and come back up. Flicking the tip with my tongue, I taste his pre-cum. I run my tongue and teeth lightly around the flange at the corona of his uncut beauty and then I consume its length again.
He groans with pleasure as I swallow him whole. He can feel his cock at the back of my throat and he puts his hand on the back of my head to help himself deeper. I begin to withdraw sliding my mouth up his shaft. Twisting, midway, up and down with tight lips like a lemon-juicer, I pull up to the knob, and pause to feather the part in his flange. After his dick pops out of my mouth, I rub the head all over my face, around my nose and eyes and back and forth across my lips.
I maintain tension in my lips and force the velvet head of his penis between them into my mouth. I do that several times only taking him half way and then I dive for the bottom again. Holding my head, Deke thrusts several times gently but deeply, and begins to speak emotionally. " I bet the manager saw you undressing, May. He saw your beautiful big tits, freed from their bra, cascade down your tummy. I bet he'd want to play with them and suck them real hard. Would you like that, dear?"
I withdraw, with a slurp. "O yes, I would, in fantasy. And, Deke, you know you make me so very hot when you talk that way."
"And when he watches us fuck, he'll probably take his big whang out for his wife and they'll cum along with us."
"O God, I hope so," I wail. "Fuck me now."
"Let's really show them what we've got, May. Get on the bed so I can fuck you doggy style," Deke eagerly directs.
I climb over the end of the bed so that our silent observers have a perfect profile view. My head is down on the bed and I look directly at them through the window. My ass is high in the air and Deke approaches.
His cock, at full vertical extension, waves big and proud. Stepping up to mount me, he grabs his cock with one hand, parts my lips with the other and in one deft stroke drives it home. I grunt with pleasure as with both his hands holding my hips, he strokes in and out, over and over, in long thrusts. Then he teases me by putting only the head in and then maybe only half way and then the head again until he decides it's time to drive it down to my cervix. I am sopping and the juices flow and gush from me.
He plays with my ass and thumbs my hole. I am wild with Deke's combined nudging my G-spot and finger-fucking my ass. He brings me over and I cum hollering in ecstasy. Feeling my vagina grab his cock in orgasm triggers his explosion.
"Shoot some on my ass," I yell. "Let 'em see you cum!" Deke cums furiously and collapses on me.
Gathering himself, he exults, "Whew! May! Wow! That was so great! You were so brave!"
"O, Deke, I'm so glad it made you happy and you know what? I think I like it. When I realized what was happening, it was like shifting my libido into overdrive. Do you really think our brawny maintenance man got off watching us?"
"I wouldn't be surprised. Our hostess did have a twinkle in her eye handing me the extra towels."
We kiss and Deke turns out the overhead light. We crawl into bed, wave at the window and turn out the bedside lamps.
Settling into each other's arms, Deke whispers, "I want to thank you for tonight, May. It meant a lot to me that you were willing to live my fantasy with me."
"You know, Deke, this has been really eye-opening for me. I mean, I never knew I would feel this way about fucking in front of anyone, and I think I understand a little better about your desires. And I'm glad they saw you cum and how potent and manly you are."
"You are so attractive to other men! And you know you stir their desires. I'm so glad having an audience was such a thrill for you, darling. You know something? I'd love to have certain of our friends watch us fuck too."
Content and loosely entwined in each other's arms, "I'll think about it, you rascal," I jolly him. We kiss "good-night," declare our love for the other, and fall asleep-thinking about it. | literotica |
Title: Maranatha - Chapter XIII, as told by Sybrand Brubaker by khakidoggy
Tags: Character Development, Contemporary, Death, Gore, Harsh, Lynx, M/M, Panther, Violence
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Chapter XIII - As Told By Sybrand Brubaker
My name is Sybrand Patronius Olivier Randolph Brubaker. Quite a mouthful, to be certain - let me assure you, while we're on the topic, that that has been said to me for more then one reason. More than two, in fact.
Can you think what those are? No?
That's all right. It isn't because you don't have enough information about me, even though that's probably what you're telling yourself. In fact, you can't imagine accurately what those reasons are because you're an inferior intellect, my sweet. Take comfort in that blessed mental inadequacy, because it absolves you of a responsibility to personal ambition on a scale which has on numerous occasions driven me to madness, and back again, and what delightful trips those were, let me tell you. This is something which you are spared and in this matter I'll accept no objection because I can assure you with wire-sharp certainty that whatever cerebral faculties you possess and whatever psychological anguish and damage you have experienced it is simply inconceivable that it compares in any manner to that of yours truly. Please don't take offense at that.
Now why did I say that to you? Of course you should take offense. I said it to hurt you. I like doing that, you know. Not just hurting you specifically, I don't even know you and actually who do you think you are, that you should be worthy of my unsplintered attention? Very few people are, you know. Very very few people. Could you ever be one of them? Would you want that, I wonder.
Why don't I just stop babbling and introduce myself, so we can get on with the story and we can properly get to know each other, something I would very much like. To get to know you. It's something I like generally as well, getting to know people, even more, possibly, than hurting them although actually that's a silly comparison since the one naturally flows from the other, like blood from a vein and consciousness from a glistening eye.
I told you my name, but nobody calls me by it fully, nobody who is now alive, with one exception whom I'll introduce you to readily. I'm a lynx, though I'm tall for my species and my cheektufts, which sometimes lend my kind a somewhat comical or at least amiable look, are very modest. With some grooming I can pass for another type of cat, if someone isn't too familiar with the feline family, after all, the pointed ears are hard to miss and few other species with my grey-speckled coloration have such ears. I'm fond of them, though. The round-eared varieties strike me as too... cutesy. Is that a word? I think I've read it. But you know what I mean. It's why felines are so popular as submissives, and Lord, if I meet another snow leopard who professes to be another male's full-time slave I'll... That's unfair. Some of them are actually quite, quite good.
I may be tall for my kind, but I haven't lost any of our typical stockiness, so that if I chose to, becoming a bodybuilder of some quality would be a none too difficult task. My limbs are heavy and my torso broad, but these are qualities which I try to downplay. I do only light exercises to keep certain muscle groups in shape, but otherwise I focus on parts of my body which might otherwise get less attention. My fingers, for example - how terrible my life would be if they were to be injured. I trim my claws to the proper length and sharpness daily and the exercise regimen I have adopted to guard myself against RSI, the bane of anyone with dexterous fingers, is more involved than most people's daily work-out.
The result is marvelous, though. When relaxed, I can type on average two to three hundred words per minute, I can tell gold from silver and glass from crystal and I can judge the temperature of an object or the air in a room with at most one degree Celcius deviation, all this by touch alone. I can trail a claw over another's hide, thorugh the fur, scratching the skin lightly enough to draw a gash through only the very top layer of the skin and, again by touch alone, trace the exact path of a blod-vessel so that it becomes excited and widens while its neighbors remain unaffected. I can fold an origami panda from a postage stamp, on which, with an ink-dipped pin, I've written the full partiture for the violin of Pachelbel's Canon in D.
Merely - I say merely, but take my word that it is no trifling feat - by the caress of my fingers I can bring a person, male or female, old or young, to terrible, gnashing arousal without ever straying from areas of their body which are normally exposed in pleasant society. Hands, necks, faces. Merely by the grip of my hands, the twist of my wrist or the penetration of my fingerclaws I can end a person's life. Male or female, old or young. Quickly or slowly, depending on my preference and this does tend to vary, so there's no real average to be drawn there - but always silently.
Perhaps that bothers you, that last part. Not the silence, the killing people part. You know, already, that I like hurting people but perhaps you're of the impression that I mean the gentle kind of hurting that some take quite some pleasure from. Paddling, whipping, clamps on certain parts of the body, or a safe helping of electricity, these are known to excite some people sexually. When I speak of hurting, though, it can mean one of two things, and one of these is the kind of hurting that precedes, or in another way of putting it, leads up to the termination of one's life. Without becoming crass with gory details, which I'm sure you're not yet fully ready for, I could describe certain acts which fit the bill, such as the removal of parts of body which still serve a purpose, the breaking of things that should normally be left whole and the destruction of the body's tissues through genuinely unpleasant but, considering my superior intellect, shockingly creative ways.
Murderer, killer, homicidal maniac, torturer, butcher. Yes. All of these, yes. I prefer another term though, and no, don't worry, it's not 'artist'. I'm not that tacky. Technically, I consider myself a hobbyist, which is a reference to a short story which I know for a fact you have never read, and more accurately, an amateur in the original sense of the word. Look at the word and see what it derives from; an amateur is someone who loves what he does, who does it out of love for doing it, rather than because of some apprenticeship.
That's the introduction, all you need to know about me other than that, for all I've divulged to you about my tastes - and I'll have you know that I've been not only very tactful about these tastes but also very, very modest - I'm terribly, terribly sexy. My body possesses that degree of masculine grace that arouses both genders, both the dominant and he submissive, though primarily the latter. Without becoming androgynous, it lacks certain exaggerated features which wold otherwise close off the interests of some people with certain tastes, but nobody thinks my shoulders are too broad or too narrow, nobody thinks I'm too muscular or too slender. Even my feline grace is tempered by the bulk of my limbs and this makes me very easy to recognize and very difficult to describe.
I take liberties, praising myself, of course, but these insights are culled from reactions gleaned from others as well as objective self-reflection, which my superior intellect can easily manage, of course unlike yours. You are very primitive, and I am very advanced. Remember that.
I am irresistible. Those who like to be penetrated lick their lips at the sight of me, those who like to have smaller persons under them to take pleasure from, look at me an decide to try something else for a change, consider that perhaps if even I'm not receptive to their kind of sport, that simply anything that they and I could do together, sexually, would be gratifying. Often I've wondered at this gift of mine, this magnetism, which I'm not ashamed of emphasizing. It's rather special, and whether it stems from my unique personality or was one of the causative factors, even my grotesque intellect can't discern.
But I wander from the path. I was trying, and this is always challenging for me, to depart from the topic of myself and enter into the story proper. The story proper is that I have just endured a twelve-hour airplane flight, followed by a taxi cab ride from the airport to the city, from there another six-hour train ride to yet another city, where I stayed for another four hours before taking the bus to Maranatha, at another six hous' travel time. All this was following a forty-eight hour conversation with a young man I met in a bar on the other end of the world, took home, had sex with a few times, and then proceeded slowly to kill. It was very invigorating and even now I feel no need to sleep.
Fresh-faced and clear-eyed, with no luggage and a crisp, new suit, I arrive at my destination. No, actually, I'll go back to describing myself just once more: I'm beautiful. Even though my attire is somewhat out of place, it seems as though I, like a mobile La Defense, determine fashion and that everybody else with their shirts and ties and slacks needs to catch up, feels embarrassed at how they're dressed. Over modest, soft leather shoes I wear simple black khakis, my torso clad in a black long-sleeved silk sweater and a crushed velvet black blazer over this, all terribly humble, and yet I don't go unnoticed. Heads turn as I push the glass doors of the building and step into a lobby buzzing with yuppies, men and women, eyes all gleaming with pride at their own achievements and covetousness at those of others. This place reeks of schemes.
I walk up to a reception desk, one of three, decked up in that modern style of plain white shapes and soft, tasteful lights, so devoid of visible function and yet so very natural looking, such as those popular digital music players, the ones with the circular dial and the white earphones. Behind the desk is a squirrel, her fur as white as the desk she sits behind, making her smart suit look all the more crisp. From my inside pocket I withdraw my only luggage, my wallet, and from the myriad cards it contains I withdraw my identification. S. P. O. R. Brubaker. She types this in, informs me which floor I'm being expected, would I like an escort? No? The elevators are over there, she says. I like her. I decide she isn't someone I'd ever like to kill, and this gives me a good feeling. I go to the elevators.
The building is a paradise of glass and steel and the cleanliness makes me very happy. I like things that don't look like anything alive has ever involved itself with them, things so inorganic and artificial that their existence can only be explained by assuming that they have always existed, or that it simply must be so, the way that certain minerals form crystalline structures of surpassing splendor without ever having been designed for that purpose. Don't make the mistake of assuming this is rooted in some disgust I feel toward the flesh, far from it. I love the body, the flesh and its myriad splendid textures.
And sensations? We'll talk about those later. Please don't mind the strange directions my thoughts travel in sometimes. I'll kill you if you mind.
That was a joke, for you to laugh at.
Proceed.
Without being aware of the intervening period between admiring the steel-and-glass spectacle of reflections at the elevators and the bing signaling my arrival at the floor I have no memory of selecting, I step out onto the floor and the door closes behind me. I don't know if there was anyone in the elevator with me or not, I simply can't remember. This is quite ordinary for me.
I am in a reception area, far more modest than the one on the ground floor of course, and decorated in a very different style. There is more metal here, more dark colors, things look more solid and massive than the white, light, nearly effervescent shapes downstairs. I walk up to the reception desk, made of the same expensive light wood that covers the floor, hard and polished enough to reflect with almost mirror-like clarity yet still able to absorb enough of my step so as to make only a little noise as I walk.
My ears, pointed, tufted little wonders, suddenly turn and I catch a sound which means nothing to me but the instinctual reaction is something I heed, so I ignore the polite young skunk behind the desk and turn my head. The reception area seems to double as some type of lounge space, there are earth-tone leather couches scattered about, a number of small, stylish coffee machines, a soup dispenser even and various people milling about them, leaning against walls, showing that they're on their lunch break by having their suit jackets tossed lazily over a shoulder, males and females casually flirting with each other in that deceptively professional way.
Images overlay what I can already see, another instinctual response and I witness what a part of my mind has calculated, from what I have consciously and unconsciously observed, a glimpse of everyone's future. The two young wolves boasting and chatting and punching each other on the shoulder as they converse near a coffee machine, I see them naked together for the first time, embracing, laughing and then teasing and then growing angrier and angrier with each other as they both realize that neither of them is willing to be the first to take it under the tail. I see them shouting at each other, and then the image fades.
A bitchy-looking older vixen with tight, deep red lips and her hair bound back in a tight bob, cowing people as she passes them with obvious authority, I see her sitting at home in a spacious apartment on a luxurious couch, sipping chilled white wine and watching a romantic movie on a large widescreen television, bursting into tears, slapping her own face to make herself stop and finally going on a rampage, throwing her wine against the window and screaming.
An organized-looking female serval in a neat grey business dress strolls through the space, speaking on her cellular telephone in a calm, collected voice almost walks straight through a timid young puma who darts aside and opens the door for her and then slinks off - I see them sitting in a movie theatre, holding hands, laughing and talking with each other as they enjoy a comedy together.
I see security guards, and it is among these that I spy the only herbivores in the entire room. This isn't strange, as the world of business is typically the domain of the more naturally competitive carnivorous species. A Palomino, who betrays all equines everywhere in their otherwise generally well-deserved reputation for excellent physical condition by packing quite a paunch. Fortunately, he's the only one of the guards who distends his uniform in this manner, the others, two hares, assorted hoofers and a jackal, appearing in much better shape.
For the guards I see what you would expect - I see them in bars, drinking heavily and smoking liberally, some of them hitting on and failing to attract the sexual attention of girls, others failing just as miserably in their endeavors with boys. So focused am I in my lightning-fast analysis of all these people that it doesn't even strike me as odd that there should be such a large security presence in such a small area, my attention drawn instead to two things. First, that there are two people I can see for whom I can see no future projection, the jackal security guard, whose uniform seems ill-fitting now I focus my attention briefly on him, and black panther dressed almost identically to myself - black, remember, a black suit in velvet and silk - except that his attire comes over as far too dramatic considering his pelt is already shiny and black.
The second thing that catches my attention is that I recognize this person (his name is Claude, in case I forget to mention this later) and that not only has he set down the newspaper he was reading but he's scanning the room with the same attention I gave it and he has now recognized me as well. I can't describe what it's like when we recognize each other, to even attempt that would necessitate a lengthy explanation of how I know, or I should say, know of Claude, which I have no inclination to do, especially since it would explain nothing about the quality of the gaze he and I share.
It is interrupted when a girl, a slender vixen with a white shirt and a grey skirt, bumps my arm and she drops the papers she was holding but before they even hit the ground my arm is around her waist and I lean forward and tilt her over my hip, grabbing her flailing arm at the elbow before taking hold of the rear of her skirt as well, bunching it in my other fist, and hurl the poor girl head-first toward Claude.
Without waiting to see if he dodges or she hits him I turn and throw all my weight into a three-foot sprint to the nearest guard. I take the gun from his holster and in the time it takes me to properly orient it in my hand and unlock the safety lever I hear the vixen scream and grunt as she impacts what sounds like an empty couch. I push past the guard I just robbed and toward the pudgy horse behind him, who has all of half a second to reach for his own weapon before I dart past him and behind him just as I hear the loud pop of a bullet being fired from a gun, a sound amplified to terrible proportions in a confined space like this.
A second shot is fired but it's only when the third bullet impacts his massive body that the horse actually wavers and teeters backwards, threatening to crush me, but I crouch low and launch myself over the ground, between his legs, blindly opening fire.
You might think this silly, that someone who has professed to possess a superior intellect and has demonstrated some exceptional physical capabilities as well (for comparison of speed, realize that only now the papers the vixen dropped are starting to hit the ground) might do something a little cleverer with a handgun than pointing and randomly pulling the trigger. I openly admit that this is a monumental flaw of mine, but I simply despise guns and have always avoided touching them or using them. I simply don't have any practice with these weapons and even when I wield one in a life-threatening situation I feel so sick at the mere presence of it that my instincts desert me and there is nothing to guide my hand but feeble conscious mental processes.
None of the guards, as yet, have had time to so much as draw their guns. This isn't because they are slow, but because Claude and I are very, very fast. I can't speak for him, but I even experience time a little differently from usual. Events occur at a more languid pace, the world is a slow-motion prison with people poised in unbalanced mid-motion, paper pages falling with all the urgency of soap bubbles, where my mind commands my muscles to move at the speed to which I am accustomed, yet merely lifting my leg to move it forward means combating a force of gravity that is many times what I remember it being and even the air I move through feels syrupy, as if it intentionally hinders my movement.
Claude is running to the side, away from the direction I'm sliding in and I put my hands, gun and all, on the floor, bracing them. My body tips forward and up, legs flying upward and smack against the face of an antlered guard, the backs of my knees smacking against his chest and as he tips over I am able to use his body as a platform to raise myself up in so that by the time he lands hard on his back, one antler splintering on the wall behind him, I'm crouching on his chest behind the cover of a couch.
I am sexually aroused, you have no idea.
The couch I'm hiding behind suddenly comes toward me, pushed, no doubt, by Claude's full weight and as I spring upward I hear the stag guard's ribcage give a satisfying little cracking sound. I retract my legs in mid-air to clear the top of the couch and avoid hitting the ceiling and as the couch slams into the stag's vulnerable legs, Claude has just enough time to roll out of the way to avoid my descending boots.
One of my feet plunges through the upholstery of the couch, the other on the ground and in an attempt to extricate myself I throw my weight backward. Instinct kicks in for some reason and I find myself falling backward, arms stretched back, continuing the fall as a somersault, and just in time, too - the other guards have gathered their wits and opened fire, rightly assuming that the time for yelling 'Freeze! Police!' or whatever this security force might yell is far, far past.
My body arches as only a feline's can and the somersault brings me to a perfectly balanced stance right up against the desk and I am completely exposed. On the positive side I now have a moment to get a full view of everything that's happening in the reception area: Two guards are down, three more remain - the jackal is conspicuously absent. There are people running away from the lounge area, the females hampered terribly by their unwieldy shoes; tough luck for them. The men have scampered already, such as are able to, down the two corridors that lead away from the reception, a few others are crawling. One is the vixen I used as a projectile against Claude, unsteadily moving on all fours, clearly lacking any sense of balance; another is a man clutching his face and crawling away from the fizzling remains of the soup machine which emits bright, violent sparks and a spray of steaming hot water from its internal boiler, which I imagine the crawling, screaming young man received full in the face.
Oh, yes, the screaming. I'm so used to it I don't even hear it any more.
The moose's antlers smack me across the jaw as his neck gives a satisfyingly final crunch and I have to wonder how it is that I could be so foolish as to smack myself in the face when snapping someone's neck, an act I've performed on numerous occasions. Then I wonder how I came to be holding this bull who, at twice my size, seems like he belongs more in one of those guard uniforms than in the crisp white shirt and black tie he's wearing, where he came from and indeed where I am.
I drop the dead moose I'm holding and look around. A large office space for a few dozen employees, of a non-cubicle persuasion. Several other bodies are strewn about the place, over chairs, desks, slumped against walls, blood covering several motivational posters. 'Work from the heart' takes on a whole new meaning when splashed with arterial spray. I'm not even going to make a joke about the disemboweled canid sitting in an attitude of spine-snapped lethargy with is innards spilling out over a poster saying 'Show who you are inside'.
Do my descriptions bother you? I'm sorry. I suppose I've become somewhat jaded, but don't worry, I'll try to be less literal from now on, for the benefit of your gentle, blemishless soul.
Some of the corpses have the distinct trace of my claws on them, others have bullet-wounds. By the far door there lies a discarded gun and the body of another guard in a pool of blood with a slit throat. I surmise that after an altercation that cost more lives than did damage, Claude ran out of bullets and obtained a knife of sorts. Good for him.
I check myself - spotless. Not a scratch, nor a drop of blood on my stylish attire, neither mine nor anybody else's, except on my fingers. Claude doesn't seem to be bleeding either, from what I can tell of his tracks. I straighten my jacket out, roll my shoulders and my neck to get comfortable, and as I head through the doorway Claude obviously exited from I take a chrome-plated letter-opener from a desk stand. Hardly an elegant weapon, but it feels pleasant in the hand and it has good balance and a nice, sharp point.
I walk through the door and immediately turn right, positively sprinting and once I'm doing that, I realize why I was driven to do so. A gun-toting guard was just approaching the doorway and now I've managed to rush forward fast enough that he's holding his gun over my shoulder and firing it behind me. The bang is terribly loud, but at least it occurred behind my ear and not beside it, in which case I'd be deaf on that side.
Walking down the hallway - by the way, the guard is dead by now, I stabbed him in the back of his neck - I notice that most of the offices are empty. From one of them, an older greyhound comes crawling, drooling blood on the floor, dragging his legs behind him that seem bent at all the wrong angles. The door he's pulling himself through is splintered inward, no doubt Claude hurled the poor old dog through the door and he landed very badly on the edge of the glass-top desk behind him. Tough luck, old chap.
Moving past him in search of Claude, he grips my leg and whispers something like "Yell we," which makes no sense so obviously he's suffered some brain damage and with a quick punch of my letter opener into the base of his skull I put an end to that little problem too. Actually, now I think of it, my ear still rings a bit so he probably said "Help me". No matter, I'd have still done the same thing for the poor fellow.
Claude appears to be on the run from me. This bodes well, even though he most likely has a knife that's a good deal larger and sharper than my little opener. I start to jog, passing through empty offices and corridors now, in no particular rush. My quarry - I find it satisfying to think of him as such, rather than 'my adversary' - hasn't anywhere to go. We'll have, likely, about two minutes before security forces figure out what's going on and manage to wrestle their way up the stairs through the throng of fleeing white-collars and they're likely to have already given descriptions of us both, so there is no point in attempting to pretend to be a fleeing worker, either. He's on this floor, he's going nowhere and the only reason he's fleeing from me is to prepare for our confrontation.
I'm not afraid in the slightest. Claude, for all his skill as a killer, is an intellectualist. I'm a predator. He calculates every move he makes; I calculate most of them but when I feel the rush of heat in my blood and the pull of instinct on my muscles, that insistent tug of millennia of survival, I know when to hand over the reins and sit back while I experience my body doing terrible, marvelous things to other people. Claude relies on a lifetime of training which, if I remember correctly, gives the panther forty years on the outside, which doesn't stand much of a chance against, oh, the three and a half billion years it took nature to make me.
Ego? Why, yes. Yes I have. On top of which, I'm never afraid. This isn't a boast, you should know, I actually consider it one of my few weaknesses. That, and my mental condition, which I can only surmise is schizophrenia. I'll admit I've never had myself analyzed, nor have I performed any degree of research into what schizophrenia is or isn't. All I know is that I have these little spells where I don't experience what happens in between, though this could conceivably be an issue of memory rather than consciousness.
I hear sounds at the end of the corridor I'm walking through. I'm in no particular rush, so I take my time peeking into every office to check for bodies, of which I find only two, both of them in the same office. It occurs to me that it must be a dreadful fate, to go to work and to visit a colleague and to sit down for a chat and then to be butchered as a mere collateral casualty of two dueling murderers. Tough luck, eh?
There's sound coming from up ahead, and though the door is still quite far away I can read the sign clearly: "Conference Room". I tug at my sleeves for the requisite one inch of shirt showing past the sleeves of the jacket, smooth my lapels and make sure my jacket is properly buttoned and look in the reflective glass cover of a piece of disgustingly bland corporate art on the white wall. My face is lit only by the glare of the overhead lighting and doesn't appear as dashing as I usually like to present myself, but it will have to do. The sounds I notice are those of, shall we say, involuntary lovemaking, a female's squeals and a male's grunts. Good old-fashioned rape amid the slaughter. She sounds to be of some sort of canine species, I neither care nor listen all too carefully, because this really is a pathetically cheap trick to pull.
I walk up to the door, very quietly and listen. The lovemaking seems to be occurring some way away from the door, to the right-hand side. There's a regular thump but only the female is squealing, suggesting she's bent over a table or some such, though curiously, she doesn't verbalize any complaints. I step away from the door again and peer into the nearest office, where I find nothing of the sort I'm looking for, it seems to be an office with the exclusive purpose of facilitating internal meetings - the lighting is subdued, the walls and door are soundproofed, there is only one computer with two flat screens so that both occupants can look at what's on it.
Being in no rush, I walk to the next office. The female is whimpering now while the male bangs away at her, losing himself in the rut - this is the time I should make my entrance, when Claude's off guard. I find what I need in this office and, bending my knees, I grab the chest-high filing cabinet at the base and lift. I hear noises in my spine and shoulders that suggest the cabinet is too heavy for me, but I pay them no more attention than usual. As an idol of mine once said - and I admit, it has been copied far too often by others - "I'm good with pain."
The cabinet threatens to tip me forward and that's fine, as long as I point it down the hall in the right direction, breaking into a run, still mouse-quiet, leaning into the run to propel the heavy, square cabinet further. One of the drawers threatens to fall out, creaking far more noisily than my footsteps, but it's too late to worry about that. With a final yell, a kiai, as it were, I hurl the cabinet through the door. The faux hardwood door splinters into chunks of plywood and thick varnish and amid the thunderous clatter of bullets peppering the cabinet, perfectly following its trajectory - Claude's a good shot, after all - I dash into the room and randomly pick left as my destination.
I'm in a conference room, with windows facing me and an elongated black table centering the darkly tinted but brightly lit room. The view is gorgeous; Maranatha looks absolutely stunning with the sun shining down on its citizens with all the UV radiation it can squeeze through our planet's scarred ozone layer and I can see it all the more clearly once the filing cabinet, its drawer finally flung open when it skidded over the table's surface, bursts through the window-wall in an explosion of prismatic, mesmerizing glass shards and a festive cloud of paperwork.
Claude is damnably clever, though, in a way I'm ashamed I didn't see coming. While he tries to wrest his panicked, devoted aim off the filing cabinet now hurtling down God knows how many floors to a plaza full of brunching businesspeople and point his half-spent guns at yours truly, he moves sideways. I charge toward him, he moves to the side, running along the other side of the table and it makes me giggle as I scramble to a halt to avoid the bullets that pop and prattle into the expensive wallpaper on the wall ahead of me. Like I said, Claude's an excellent marksman, so I don't have much faith in running through a hail of his bullets, so I figure it best simply to stop in m tracks and restart again when he tries to take fresh aim.
You'll have to forgive the laughter, really. I assure you it isn't hysterical laughter, it's just terribly comical that my quarry should use such an old-fashioned playground trick to keep me at a distance, and so effectively! Fortunately, I know a trick and all it'll take me is one and one tenth of a second, and possibly the use of my legs for the rest of my life, we'll see. Rather than chasing after him, which might work since he's now reached the part of the centre table where his two captives are coupling - if you haven't figured it out, at this point, Claude had taken two living prisoners, one male, one female and ordered the male at gunpoint to mount the female, so that I would think, listening to the sounds, that Claude was raping her and that he was on that side of the table, rather than hidden beside the door - I scramble back the other way, keeping low so that the table's between Claude and myself and then, reaching the midpoint of the table, clearly from the expensive end of the Ikea catalogue, I sit down on my derriere, brace my shoulders under the tabletop and with a roar and a creak in my spine and a pop in my knee and literally thousands of calories of energy I manage to wrest the tabletop off its pedestal, the pegs with which it was inserted digging into my neck as I toss it backward.
The motion is awkward and off-balance, which confuses me for a second and I deduce with an inward groan, as the left end of the table smashes into the window-wall first, that by disregarding the mating hostages I also disregarded the fact that they were doing so on top of the table I was trying to disassemble! So Claude is already out the door and running away, busily reloading, by the time the right-hand side of the tabletop, intended to smash him in the side of the head, crashes through the window as well, sending the whole thing along with the male and female to join the filing cabinet on the plaza below. By the sound of the screams, they seem to have landed amid, or atop, a number of curious onlookers who came to inspect the cabinet and stood close enough to be crushed by the falling bodies, or wood, or glass.
Fools.
A quick stretch reveals my spine is fine, a quick feel that my right kneecap is in the wrong place. It's quickly popped back with a few judicious pushes of the thumbs and a bending of the leg, and the pain is pleasantly refreshing. With renewed vigor and, unfortunately, a limp, I pursue him some more.
Yet another hallway, how terribly boring. A dozen offices on either side, one of the doors left open in the distance. Much closer, though, is the door to the emergency stairwell and while it's an impressive feat, running to the end of the hallway to open the door and then running back to take the stairs without making a sound, all this in the time it took me to sort out my knee, it's not impossible, and Claude is good. I stop at a janitor's closet on the way and pull out the light little cart, tossing his mop and bucket aside and then quickly yank every plastic bottle from the various shelves that has the red 'flammable' warning on it along with a few rolls of wiping paper, all haphazardly arranged, finally opening one such up (Mayk-it-Kleen or some such nonsense) and emptying the contents over the exciting variety of chemicals. I carefully drive my rickety, dripping cart down the hall toward the emergency door, stopping only to relieve a dead guard of his sidearm, and only the stinking, disorienting fumes steaming off the tray cart covers the sickness I feel at the mere touch of a gun.
I push the door open and, as expected, there are guards coming up the stairs. Their uniforms are of the same color as the ones wrapped around the bodies Claude and I left on this floor, though there seem to be a great many more running up the bland, white, well-lit spiral staircase, from what I can see, all mumbling that strange hut-hut-hut that military people like so much. With a kick, I send my little cart careening down the stairs and shoot at it before it gets too far. Immediately all the guards duck under the cover of the guard rails, on all the floors and floors of stairs spiraling down beneath me, so the topmost guards fail to notice that the cart, covered with wadded paper soaked in flammable cleaning substances, has now slightly caught fire. Tossing the gun down the gap of the stairwell with disgust, I grab the handrail and hoist myself upward, starting to follow Claude, pulling myself forward with every other step on account of my limp.
I wonder which floor Claude went to?
When a sudden loud popping sound occurs, echoing madly through the vertical pile formed by the emergency stairwell, soon followed by a sudden wave of heat and red light and screams as the cart properly bursts into flame and continues rumbling down the steps, spilling half-melted bottles of corrosive or flammable materials for the entertainment of the guards it passes, I stop in my tracks and chuckle. Claude's actually pretty clever.
I carefully go back down the steps, ignoring the sounds of screams and random, panicked gunfire and the occasional whoosh-thud of a burning guard jumping over the rail to put the flames out, only to find that they are indeed out by the time he hits the floor several stories below. I stop briefly to admire the spectacle - three floors worth of stairs are burning to greater and smaller degrees, with men waving their arms and patting themselves to put the flames out, or howling and protecting their eyes, or choking, or simply burning and I wonder what it must be like to burn. I think I might enjoy it, actually, feeling the fluids in your skin boil away before the surface cracks and peels away, exposing the muscle for charring. Almost jealously, I regard the security people whose last moments are so very interesting. Regretfully I pull my attention away from the spectacle and go back to the floor I came from, shutting the door behind me.
Clever, clever, clever. The old I-know-you-know-I-know-you-know, he didn't double back. He opened the office at the far end of the hallway and continued, the sly devil. I jog in a wobbly fashion on account of my annoyingly uncooperative right knee, the joint burning every time I put my weight on it, though I know that movement is good for a dislocated joint and besides, the pain is comforting. I turn a corner and find this hallway to lead to a familiar place - the earth-toned and now blood-spattered reception slash lounge, and it's from there that I hear Claude utter the first word I've ever heard him speak: "Fuck."
I wince at the swear, not only because I'd taken him for the kind of elitist who'd say "merde" or "mon dieux," if he were of a gentler persuasion, I honestly don't know him well enough to predict that - but "fuck"? My neck hairs bristle and my whiskers splay. Swearing upsets me. I don't like it at all. Do you swear? If I ever meet you and I hear you swear, I'll kill you very very slowly.
In the closest thing to blind rage I've come in a while, and let me take the time to point out that while it's true that I hate swearing, my current emotional state is uncharacteristically extreme and can only be attributed to the fact that I'm probably insane - filled with anger and fury I charge into the reception. I hop over the couches, landing softly on the squishy belly of some office worker, blood fountaining comically from his mouth and simply run. Claude could have shot me a dozen times over If he were facing me, but he isn't. He's prying open the elevator doors, pushing them apart with his bare hands, fingers bleeding from the claws he tore while trying to get the doors open and in a moment he looks at me over his shoulder.
I must be roaring or shouting, because my mouth is open and there's a lot of noise, but I don't know for certain. What I'm certain of is that my body impacts Claude's hard enough that he emts a sound like no other I've ever heard, simply produced by the sudden collapse of his lungs during an attempted scream, and we both fly out into the dark, deadly elevator shaft.
Things happen very slowly from this point forward. Slowly for me, at least. I'm practically hugging Claude from behind. I like his smell, he smells clean, with a modest helping of cologne, and he smells of blood and the pleasant oily, sulphurous scent of gunpowder. He spreads his arms, as if to surrender and to experience flight in his last moments, and I close my arms around him, feeling my fingers sink knuckle-deep into the muscle of his stomach. We fall about two floors before we hit the ceiling of a still-standing elevator, but I'm so busy pulling the spasming Claude's insides out of his abdomen that we quickly roll off.
My mind is occupied, while Claude comes apart under the attention of my fingers, the details of which I'll spare you, as I promised previously. How fortunate I am to have landed not only on that elevator just now, but also on another three floors down and going down so the fall hardly hurts at all. How sad it is that Claude is now all but dead, and after only such a short scuffle. Now, I understand, gentle reader, that to you the massacring of an entire floor of an office building and dozens upon dozens of honest, hard-working security personnel, might be something you'd describe using words like "brutal" or "excessive" or even "diabolical", but it's a fairly modest endeavour by my, and Claude's standards. The Quebecois cat whose bits and pieces are coming away from the trunk of his body so satisfyingly has some truly legendary achievements to his name. Good, old-fashioned shudder-inducers like the burning down of an orphanage to hide one single incriminating birth certificate, long forgotten in a hidden basement room. Pro-actively administering one half of a two-component poison to an entire flock of law school graduates so that, at any point, they could easily be given the second component, causing their death, but leaving no trace of harmful substances in their bodies - good, solid work, all of it.
And now? Now he's a few smears of blood on some unwashed concrete elevator shaft walls, a few unrecognizable hunks of meat on elevator roofs and inter-floor walkways and one scarecrow of a corpse, which I hold in one hand, my other clinging to the rung of the maintenance ladder running down the side of the elevator shaft. My arm, the one holding on to the ladder, hurts like my knee does, from the sudden impact of halting my fall by grabbing the rung, so I drop Claude's lifeless remains and switch hands long enough that I can pop my shoulder back in its socket with a deft flick of my arm. Honestly, that limb's been in and out of socket so often I can just about pop it at will.
Claude vanishes down the dark shaft and I continue climbing down. I figure that there'll be some sort of boiler room downstairs from which I can plan some kind of escape, but as I climb down and down I notice something very odd. The floor, the very bottom floor of the shaft isn't concrete - it's yellow. Bright, shiny yellow, with an ever-growing splash of red, the blood seeping from Claude's gaping chest.
Grinning, I continue climbing down. I have a feeling about what I'll see when I get there.
"Did you really think I'd need that?" I ask the stallion in his finely cut black business suit, suited comfortably in a fold-up chair beside a coffee-table laid out with tea and biscuits. I point at the inflatable safety-mattress behind me, so large and bloated that I could probably have simply dropped from the floor I jumped out of and survived. Two men dressed in black uniforms, different than the other guards upstairs, are behind me, carefully removing Claude from the top of the yellow balloon, slipping about on the slick blood, making it look like one of those bouncy castles for children. "Tiber Ferrum, you really underestimate me sometimes," I say with a chiding grin, doing my best Stern Mother impression as I take a seat on the white plastic deck chair opposite Tiber's side of the small table.
We're in a maintenance hallway at the base of the elevator shaft, which stretches some distance behind him. The walls are dark grey concrete, lit from overhead bulbs which emit an annoying flicker. Behind Tiber stands the jackal I saw in the reception earlier, though he seems to have traded the blue security uniform he wore upstairs for the black outfit also worn by two more guards, who sling their weapons on their straps and use their free hands to peel my jacket off my shoulders and lift my pullover up.
"Can it," says Tiber, the stallion looking at me with his usual unreadable reserve and I cock my head, wondering what I said wrong, until a hare appears from behind his seat. The young male crawls over on his knees, looking quite comfortable to do so, dressed only in a tight white tank top and a pair of cutoff jeans.
"Hi, I'm Cannit! Your friend Mister Tiber hired me to help you relax," the cheerful lapine explains as the handsome youth kneels beside my chair and leans over to open up my pants. Naturally, I've been hard as a rock during the entire altercation and I melt back into the chair as a warm, talented mouth engulfs my member, and I do indeed relax.
The stallion sets down his cup of tea and leans forward, while the guards each fetch a pail ofsoapy water and begin scrubbing the blood off my forearms. I let it all happen, lazy as a Persian prince, and interrupt the tall, striking horse in his fine business suit before he can start. "Let me guess. You have a job that needs doing, one with so many variables that you require an independent thinker, who has no limits, to come up with a solution. You obviously didn't ask me first, so you probably suspect that there is someone in this city who might know who I am, and so you asked around and convinced Claude to visit. In the time between this agreement and his arrival you changed your mind and invited me anyway, timing the arrivals specifically to cause Claude and me to meet. This boy gives really good head, by the way, you ought to try him."
Tiber sits back in his chair, content to let me do the talking. "I have," says the stallion and I can feel the hare who's performing slow, deep, easy fellatio on my needful manhood is grinning in agreement, though the suction nor the delicious flicking of his tongue never waver. "Go on," Tiber says encouragingly, looking at me with those unfathomable dark eyes of his.
I think for a second. "The timing is more critical even than simply causing us to meet. You knew the situation would explode, that we would have no choice but to go after each other," I says, sighing happily as my arms and face are washed and then dried, the hare's head bobbing dutifully at my groin, his ears comically bouncing in and out of view between Tiber and me. "You wouldn't want that sort of thing happening in your office. So you're not in charge today. You've taken some leave, or have business elsewhere, and this massacre happened on the watch of the guy who stepped in to run your department in your absence. He'd get all the fall-out, and you would be completely free of blemishes."
The four guards return into vie, two of them carrying a plastic deck chair much like the one I'm lounging in, enjoying some pleasant oral and even more pleasant company, reaching out for some tea - Darjeeling, with half a spoon of grass honey and just a dash of lime - and upon that chair the remains of Claude are laid out. Tiber doesn't blanch at this, and the hare can't see it, since he's facing away, so I keep my hand on the back of his head to protect him from the sight, and to quickly snap his neck in case he sees it and the fright causes him to bite down.
I smile at Tiber and raise my cup in salute to him. "I'm not even going to ask how you predicted that I'd end up in the stairwell," I say, sharing a chuckle with the horse, the laughter echoing through the long concrete hallway, from which emerges half a dozen or so men in white coats, all wearing green surgical face-masks and blue latex gloves, some of them pulling two steel trolleys behind them while others carry leather cases under their arms. Quickly, they surround me and Claude, placing the trolleys between us and three of the men start working on the corpse, though what they do I can't tell, while the other three focus on me, and I simply let them.
Tiber clears his throat and everybody briefly pauses in their work, even the jackal behind him breaking his guard-dog sternness and folding his ears for a split-second, before solidifying again as the stallion continues and pours himself a fresh cup of tea. "I have to leave for a while, an urgent... family matter." He doesn't explain what that means, and I don't ask. The doctors surrounding me are feeling my pulse, my throat, combing my damp fur, occasionally pushing Cannit aside, who always manages to shift into a position where he can continue performing his job. And a great job he's doing, let me tell you. "I was interested in reconfiguring the standing structures in a segment of this city's organized crime, though by various circumstances, that seems to have backfired. I've prepared some materials for you-"
I hiss suddenly, and one of the doctors seems to think the hiss is in protest to the syringe he's jabbing into my throat, but I nod to him to let him know it's all right, and a warm tingle spreads through my veins as he withdraws the syringe and pricks another into my wrist. The sounds of what delicious arts Cannit is performing on my erection mingle with the sounds of what the doctors are doing with Claude's remains.
"Don't worry," says Tiber in his deep, reassuring tone, assuaging my worries that he's forgotten how I hate to be over-prepared for any job. "All you need Is a list of names. I trust you'll figure the rest out for yourself. You're sharp that way," he says, handing a business card to the jackal guard behind him, who walks over, politely pushing his way past the doctors surrounding me to show me the card and the names written on it for two seconds, and then walks away again, tearing the card up. Meanwhile, two of the doctors are busy shaving the fur around my neck and ears, my eyebrows and my lips and my wrist, all of which I accept without question.
Clearly, Tiber wants me incognito while I'm on the job, and now the whole fracas upstairs makes complete sense. Tiber loves nothing more than to subtly push two great forces into competition with each other and seeing which one wins; it's why he pitted Claude and me against each other and it's probably what he's been doing with the upper-tier criminals in this city. The doctors, finished with their shaving, each reach across me, their arms brushing against the hare's ears, who irritatedly huffs around the penis he's so skillfully sucking on, and pick up scalpels and forceps from the tray. I notice in the glint of metal the letters S P O R engraved in each of the instruments and I smile at how thoughtful Tiber is, not only providing the hare's mouth for my comfort, but also my favorite brand of scalpel.
"You have the standing mandate not to kill too many people, though you will be held accountable for none of your actions. I'll accept whatever decisions you make in the field, as usual," says Tiber and sips his tea, the jackal behind him visibly gulping and blanching as the doctors begin to cut into the skin of my wrists, my hands, my neck and my face. It feels very interesting, those laser-sharp incisions in so many parts of my body, and I'm pleasantly surprised to notice that none of the substances they just injected me with were anesthetics, so the pain is deliciously vivid. I close my eyes and moan happily at the sensations, feeling the surgical steel slide through my skin like a shark through a school of sardines.
"Just try not to kill too many people. You know," says Tiber and I open my eyes to look at him. A piece of skin is removed from the side of my face and laid carefully in a prepared tray on the trolley, while one of the doctors who was working on Claude comes discretely our way to hand over a bowl containing a patch of silky midnight-black-furred skin. A pair of scissors crip-crip-crip through the cartilage of one of my ears. "You know," the horse repeats earnestly, patting my sore knee, "I knew you'd beat Claude. And I'm glad."
I smile at him as he stands up, straightens his tie and leaves with two of the guards, the jackal, the two remaining guards and the six doctors now all working in silence, looking more nervous with every echoing hoofstep signaling Tiber's departure. Only Cannit seems unaffected, the sweet, stupid thing that he is and as more skin is removed from my face the sensations finally drive me over the edge and I climax in the boy's mouth, my fist true orgasm in several months.
It seems to last that long - several months. I ride the high in fast-forward and slow-motion at once, continuing to feel the icy cold burning sting of the steel cutting my flesh and the warm muzzle engulfing me to the base and swallowing hungrily, I feel like I'm literally floating, weightless, buoyed by the ecstasy of extremes, on a cloud of downy-soft hare-fur and white-hot razorblades...
Finally I come down from my high, and once again, time has passed that I'm not aware of. I'm standing outside the Sargasso building, on the plaza decorated with an explosion-pattern of glass shards and papers and blood with in its center a filing cabinet, a long wooden conference table top and two corpses being busily photographed. Police and panicked onlookers are everywhere, the former trying to herd the latter to make room for the ambulances arriving and leaving immediately when a shivering, sheet-covered victim is delivered on a gurney.
Amid all this I stand, with silky black fur on my hands and on my face, with 'cutesy' rounded ears atop my head, a black leather jacket hugging my shoulders, buttoned up all the way, a pair of black leathers clinging to my legs. I look better than Claude did in his suit, and he looked positively edible.
"Excuse me sir, you'll have to move," says an irritated bear in a cheetah in a police uniform, pushing me away from the plaza and toward the side of a large police van, I'm standing amid a crowd of truly terrified panthers and lynxes, all of them looking worried. The bored-looking police-bear standing beside the van's open door calls for a volunteer, and when none come forward, I raise my hand, quickly lowering it before the stitches show, let alone my natural grey-with-spots fur.
"This way, sir," says the bear gruffly as I push my way through the crowd, listening to the babble of journalists and reporters juggling their need to remain on-camera and interesting with their desire to bribe the policemen preventing them from getting close-ups of the carnage. I step forward and from inside the van a technician, a young rat appears. "Just hold still, sir," says the bear, cupping my chin. The tension on my face causes pulling at the seams, but my new hide sticks fairly well to my facial muscles. The bear holds my head and the rat takes a snapshot with a large, clunky-looking plastic camera with a strange red lens, then he turns my head and the rat takes another snap. "Just one moment, sir," says the bear, keeping one hand on his pistol and the other on my chin while the rat returns to the van's interior.
I see him setting the camera down in a cradle clearly designed for it, I see him loading up the two pictures of my face on one screen, over which the computer overlays yellow dots marking my eyebrows, nose, cheekbones, jaws while another screen in the bank of monitors that lights the rat's face with their grizzly black-and-white images shows footage from a security camera offering a blurry close-up of Claude's face back in the conference room. Over his face the points are drawn as well, and a large overlay on the screen with my pictures shows a number of percentages, with the largest being an average match score of fifty-nine per cent.
The bear releases me, nods and I push my way through a throng of disaster tourists, reporters and emergency walkers and, with the sun not yet risen to noon, I think I'm ready to take apart Maranatha City until I find the pieces I'm looking for.
*To be continued.*
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When the two friends casually mentioned what their compressor gear grades were, they expected it to be utterly meaningless banter. One of them said they had a certain degree of compression, the other shot back that they had a different one, and that would be the end of it. This was, to put it mildly, not the case, as neither Jean nor Derrin expected the other one to be on the same strength tier, nor did they know they bought their clothes from the same company; if this had been literally anyone else, however, it might’ve just ended there, as even that coincidence would surely not be enough to lead to anything other than a couple of nods and a “small world” comment or two. Alas, neither the Delphox or the Luxray were most people, nor were they remotely close to anything one might call “reasonable”; thus, when they learned that the other was operating on the same compression level as them, what they felt was not mild interest, but an intense sense of competitiveness that immediately led them down some incredibly unproductive mental pathways.
For the problem there was that both of them were twice-blessed, in a way that the vast majority of people weren’t: not only had they won the genetic size lottery, having a very dominant hyper gene that gifted them with some rather absurd proportions, but they were also a rare variant of hyper, one who possessed the ability to both grow at will and suffer random growth spurts that led to permanent increases in size. That the two of them also had an active sex life in their own private time only led to them abusing this ability to hell and back; it wouldn’t be the first time that one of them went on vacation and came back to find that their friend had doubled up in sheer mass, only to then turn around and make that number seem puny after a very productive night on the town.
Yet for years, Jean and Derrin had kept this little competition of theirs within relatively sane bounds… at least, sane for them. For the former, the Delphox had spent so much time with her bust stretched out to such ridiculous sizes that, even with a stacked double layer of a compressor bra and top working at maximum capacity using the most powerful dimensional distortion technology available, each of her tits was still the size of a large family van, requiring multiple anti-grav pads just to allow Jean to walk around freely. In sharp contrast, the Luxray had gone full bottom-heavy; as much as he’d have loved to have been one of those males who also happened to develop additional breast tissue, his was an unfortunately single-target endowment. Granted, this did leave him with a package big and dense enough to be a serious threat to whatever pavement or floor he was on, to the point where if he didn’t carry his nuts around on anti-grav pads as well then he’d be unable to walk into most buildings, but sometimes he wondered what it would be like if he had that and a pair of tits to go with it.
Perhaps this was where their sense of competitiveness came from, or maybe they just wanted an excuse to become even bigger; whatever the case, as soon as it became apparent that he and Jean were working off the same degree of compression, there was but one goal in his mind: outsize the Delphox. Similarly, the moment it became clear that the revelation had led the Luxray down that path, Jean figured the best thing she could do was start making her tits swell as much as possible, hoping perhaps to teach a valuable lesson in not starting something that one couldn’t finish. At the outset, it’d be genuinely difficult to tell which side had the higher odds of coming out of the confrontation as the victor; their true size, the one their bodies would default to if the compression gear they had on was turned off, was already ludicrous enough on its own, but it wasn’t yet big enough to warrant using all of their clothes’ storage capacity. Combined with the fact that they were stacked atop one another, each piece’s pocket dimension, already immense by default, joined together to create what was, at least in theory, a big-enough amount of empty space that no one would ever be capable of filling it completely; in fact, even with their penchant for losing control of themselves, neither Jean or Derrin had ever come close to filling even a fraction of what they had available, so much so that they simply assumed it to be infinite in capacity and carried on from there.
It was easier, and mostly an effective shorthand, but not necessarily true; and while most other people would never have any reason to think otherwise, putting those two together and initiating a size-off was one of the few things that could ever possibly serve to stress-test the clothes they had on. It certainly didn’t help that one of the safety features involved releasing a percentage of the wearer’s full size as a means of alleviating undue pressure on the system; this number could be modified to fit the user’s needs if necessary, but was mostly left alone to keep the dimensional distortions at their most stable. Thus, it was expected that, the more one grew, the more mass one had, the bigger they would appear to be to any outside observer, even if their true self was significantly larger; both Jean and Derrin relied on this in order to maintain their preferred aesthetic, even going as far as manually adjusting how much their compressors released in order to achieve what they believed would be the “best” size for them at any given time… thoughts and priorities that were almost laughably quickly erased as soon as their minds focused on getting a one-up on their new “rival” instead.
They both had smiles on their faces, of course; maintaining the impression that this was just playful ribbing was paramount, that there wasn’t a burning furnace inside each of their chests that raged and screamed for fuel to be thrown into it, that it might lead them down the tracks to ever-greater heights. It was just banter, after all; they found out they had the same degree of compression, so now they had to start poking fun at one another, and this just happened to include growing themselves out so that even their compressed selves began to bloat outwards at an alarming pace.
First was the Delphox, who insisted that what her Luxray companion was seeing was naught but her “empty” state, and that if she truly wanted to, she could easily outgrow anything he could do simply by letting herself fill up; just to drive the point home, the whole street they were on was immediately beset by a sonic shockwave of a power so great that it literally sent the pedestrians closest to Jean falling to the ground, with many having to cover their ears to prevent the eardrums within from being popped from all the loud sloshing. Predictably, the Delphox’s tits began swelling almost immediately after this first impact, overflowing from the already-stretched tube top she was wearing until it turned into little more than a thin strip of cloth, barely concealing the engorged nipples as their forms bulged through the fabric.
Despite appearances, the clothes were in no risk of disintegrating; their materials were strong enough to withstand far greater stress, and had merely been designed in such a way as to “enhance the end-user experience”, seeing as very few people bothered to buy something that skimpy if they were purchasing compression equipment to begin with. But, once more, Jean was not most people, and thus happily turned off and pocketed the anti-grav pads holding her tits up, causing those gigantic milkers to crack the cement underneath her, very nearly leading to a section of the sidewalk collapsing altogether. Thankfully, none of the milk escaped into realspace; it merely swirled around in the pocket dimension it was being pumped into, thousands of gallons at a time.
Not to be outdone, Derrin too claimed that the cumtanks he had on display were the result of him spending the first hour after waking up getting himself drained, not being anywhere near their “real size”; this of course led to the Luxray quite unashamedly grabbing the base of his cock with both hands, openly stroking it as a means of helping along with his plans. It didn’t take much effort before the skin-tight fabric keeping those spunk factories decent began to groan in complaint, as the mass they were being made to hold back started to multiply at a dangerous rate, Derrin’s body reacting to the stimulation by, naturally, causing him to overproduce in preparation for what had to be yet another breeding. Soon, the two friendly competitors would be roughly at the same size again… which just wouldn’t do.
Now, under normal circumstances, the existence of the outside world in itself would serve as a barrier for the kind of size-based self-indulgence that the two hypers were quickly losing themselves in; the simple fact that buildings were a thing, as well as the myriad of physical constants that determined what could and could not happen, served as a constant reminder that the two of them didn’t exist in a vacuum, and thus couldn’t just keep growing without stopping. Unfortunately for this supposed “outside” world, these weren’t normal circumstances, and neither Jean nor Derrin could really care less about what their size-off did to anything or anyone else; as far as they cared, there was no anything else beyond the two of them, as their minds had effectively tunnel-visioned into seeing one thing, and one thing only: themselves, bigger than the other one.
This was the natural state of things, how the universe should be, and it was the sole concern as far as the Delphox and Luxray were concerned; neither sustenance nor breathing nor obeying the law nor anything else was even remotely as important as establishing size dominance, and if anyone disagreed, then they were more than welcome to take it up with either of the two budding giants taking up an increasingly large amount of space in the middle of the street. The sidewalk was obviously no longer enough for what the two had in mind; hell, Jean in particular had already swivelled to face the road so that her tits had enough space to grow into, while Derrin had opted with the opposite approach, letting his nuts bulge out and climb against the façade of the nearest buildings, the sound of crumbling concrete rising in intensity as the artificial structure slowly lost the tug-of-war against the encroaching wall of cumstuffed ball meat. Any cars still driving would soon be forced to slam on the brakes, unless of course they wanted to crash directly into a pair of milkers big enough that their nipples alone were larger than most vehicles on the street to begin with, and only growing further with every passing moment; yet, there was relatively little panic around the Delphox and Luxray, as it wasn’t the first time, nor would it (presumably) be the last that a couple of hypers had an unfortunate spillage incident.
As far as any of the onlookers knew, there wasn’t a growing competition going on, merely a compressor failure, and those were relatively easy to deal with; as a few people called emergency services, the rest simply walked away to what they imagined was a safe-enough distance, blissfully ignorant that nothing on the planet would be safe as long as Derrin and Jean didn’t settle their differences and decided who was the biggest between them… and seeing as neither was willing to concede, that might very well take a long while. The first sign that something was definitely not normal was when someone dared to walk up to Jean and ask if they needed any help; the young man expected the Delphox to tell them the technical specifications for their compressor gear, but instead, she looked at him with the most confused look on her face, as if the question was so unexpected that it short-circuited her brain. Jean barely managed a “No?” before turning back around to face Derrin, knowing that if she kept going she might very well say something rude; then again, why did that random pedestrian figure it was their business to get involved with her life?
Surely they had better things to do. Things like slowly starting to understand that what they were looking at wasn’t just a random spillage incident, but rather the sight of a hyper that just happened to be a grower as well; things like coming to the dreadful realization that they were going to be smothered in an avalanche of softness if they didn’t turn tail and immediately run away. Not that the two friends really cared for such things, obviously; as far as they were concerned, what the little ones did with themselves was neither here nor there, something so utterly irrelevant that to even consider its lack of importance was a complete waste of their time, time that could instead go towards making themselves even larger, that they might win their competition and finally determine who was the largest between them.
That this caused plenty of damage to their surroundings was to be expected; the speed at which it did so, however, was not. Most compression failure events were relatively slow affairs, with the amount of redundant systems installed into most specialist clothing turning what would be explosions of size into slow releases that gradually filled up everything around the unfortunate hyper as their full size leaked into realspace. For Jean and Derrin, however, there was no real reason to take it slowly; seeing as they both had the ability to make their bodies bloat and swell at will (or at least parts of them), the moment they saw that the other one had outsized them, then they themselves could simply will their own assets bigger, in a dance that very quickly lead to a complete blockage of the street they were in, and the rapid collapse of two apartment blocks once the Luxray’s nuts grew large enough that they spilled over the the rooftops.
Yet, even as this happened, even as the Delphox’s nipples punched two gigantic holes in two separate structures several feet out in front of her on the other side of the road, neither of the two thought that this was out of the ordinary; being so accustomed to their real bodies being significantly larger than even what was on display, it was little more than business as usual for Derrin and Jean, little more than letting their true selves out into the world, just like they did whenever they had enough space and felt like cutting loose. It just so happened that they were in a more crowded area, but really, who was paying attention? Who really cared about the fact that Jean’s tits were barelling over several buildings while Derrin’s nuts were well on the way to taking up an entire city block? Who really cared that the two of them had long-since lost control over themselves and were unable to handle the flood of hormones that came with using their growth abilities, all while still thinking that they were manning the helm and the whole thing was merely a friendly competition to determine which was biggest?
Jean certainly didn’t care, and Derrin wasn’t even thinking about it at all; their minds had focused on the notion of size, and so long as they weren’t the undisputed, unbeaten leader in the two-person championship, then clearly the only thing they should be doing was growing even larger, that they may secure their position and finally show the other one who was in charge there. Granted, this did lead to a few quakes being triggered around their location, as a result of their shifting mass doing a number on local geological stability, not to mention the alarms that went off when bystanders properly realized that the growth wasn’t going to peter out, much less stop, but that was just par for the course; obviously, the world wasn’t going to just take that sort of expansive madness lying down, not when there was a pair of milk-filled udders the size of a small stadium flattening large chunks of the city, or a pair of cumtanks of similar size wrecking their way through even more of the urban jungle.
Sadly, what the world wanted was of no interest or relevance to the two people responsible for the widening disaster area, neither of which could truly be said to be conscious anymore; sure, they were awake, and if talked to they might just respond with some babbling or nonsense words, but there was very little of their original selves still inside them. What little there was had been packed away in a cage in their back of their minds, where their silly words of caution and self-restraint could do no harm, could no longer get in the way of their instincts telling them that they should keep going instead, they should keep growing again and again and again and never stopping until they were certain they were the biggest… only to push further still, because why shouldn’t they?
The world was their oyster, and at their size, there wasn’t anyone around that could hope to stop them. Well, there might be, but neither Jean nor Derrin were in a fit mental state to form that thought coherently; they just wanted to grow, become bigger, to spill over the landscape as they slowly filled the inside of their pocket dimension. So much size, so much mass, and yet they’d barely even managed to reach a fraction of a percentage point of their compression field.
They still had so much work to do. | yiff-extreme |
It had only been a few short weeks and already the dragon was feeling the weight of having to deal with someone like them. At first glance, it was all a perfectly fine idea; both of them had known each other for some time, shared some interests, needed a place to stay and had jobs that all-but required them to either be close to their workplace or go slowly insane from daily commutes. Therefore, when Tim proposed they rent a place together, Kai didn’t think twice before agreeing! There may or may not have been a slight carnal element to it, given that even back then the feline filled out and overflowed from anything they bothered to put on, but the durg could never have imagined things would get so… excessive. Kai first ran into his roomie drinking from himself about two weeks after moving in; thinking they were alone in the house, he threw off his clothes and strutted into the bathroom, only to find an equally-naked lynx bringing both of their breasts to their mouth and suckling down greedily on them. The few moments the two spent in that position were enough for Kai to first see how “potent” the cat’s stuff was, with each gulp visibly bloating their belly out and making the chair he was sitting on creak loudly. When the lynx didn’t stop, and instead kept staring at him while taking deeper gulps… … well, Kai was a strong person, but he had his limits; everyone breaks eventually. The lynx’s cream was extremely powerful, filling and, above all, slightly addictive; as soon as the first few gulps went down, the durg just couldn’t help himself, and kept on drinking from the tap like he’d just trekked through a desert for two straight weeks without a single drop of water. Much like with his roomie, his own body began to bloat, packing on the pounds at a rate far too quick for it to be natural, until Kai thought to pop his mouth off from the engorged nipple and waddle backwards, ending up stumbling against the far wall… and leaving Tim to go back to drinking from their own tits for a few minutes more. As quickly as the milk had fattened him up, it vanished, leaving Kai with a surprising amount of extra muscle on his arms and legs. While at the time he thought nothing of the placement, it would quickly become apparent that it was no coincidence, and those boosts were intended to let him carry himself around as soon as the vicious cycle began. Both of them agreed that it had been a one-time thing, and would never again do something as stupid as to drink from one another’s breasts like that; not only was it dangerous for people like them to indulge on hyper-stimulating anything, but the sheer awkwardness of the encounter was enough to drive them off doing anything like it ever again. But it didn’t stop; all they agreed on was for them not to do it with one another, so the lynx saw no issue with continuing on with
their bi-weekly draining sessions, where they’d take the whole bathroom for themselves and spend hours gorging on their own production before finally being satisfied with how much they had shrunk. Except, of course, no shrinkage was had. Fact of the matter was, Kairo knew that his roomie was deliberately letting their chest bloat up with excess cream just so they could have a “proper snack” twice a week; their original size was rather large, yes, but nothing like the chest-obscuring milkers they ended up sporting, wobbling aggressively and sloshing so loudly they could be heard through doors. Every day in that house was an ordeal for the dragon, who not only had to deal with a lynx that very openly displayed their swelling body like it was a piece of fine art, but with his own emotions as well; truth be told, it wasn’t all that bad seeing the feline’s chest gradually fill to the point of near-immobility until finally they squeezed through the bathroom doors and came out even fatter than they already were. In fact, some of his best memories were of Tim bashfully asking him to help them move through the corridors, having become stuck due to how wide their everything was. Without any clothes that could fit them, the cat ended up forgoing the use of any coverings, walking around entirely nude and giving Kai one hell of a show wherever they went. Kai himself benefited directly from the arrangement as well; much as their “deal” explicitly noted they wouldn’t be drinking from one another again, it was all-but impossible to resist something as delicious as a lynx half the size of a living room sporting tits almost as big as the rest of them were and begging to be drained. How many hours were spent draining the poor thing, fattening and bloating in the process, Kai didn’t know; the only certainty was that, after those initial weeks, his own body had become so massive that the two of them collectively agreed to just get rid of the doors in their apartment so as to avoid constant repair costs. The effects of the lynx’s milk were enough to turn Kai from a regular, person-sized dragon to a hulking beast carrying a belly that dragged along the ground with every step, even after he bolted up to eight feet in height; the only reason he could even carry that thing around, not to mention the truly massive pair of tits that constantly rested atop it, was the door-busting, corridor-wide set of hips and monstrously plush thighs leading up to a pair of asscheeks that were wider than a couch each; all of it required to move around the enormous amount of dragon that Kairo’s body had become, breaking the ground a bit more with every other step. He tried to pretend he didn’t adore every inch of his new form; he often failed. The lynx, though, they got the better end of the deal. Thing was, all Kai did was drink the proverbial leftovers, whatever the cat had no intention of guzzling down anyway; those short, couple-minutes-long drinking sessions were nothing compared to the hours-long affairs required
to bring the cat down to manageable sizes, and their size absolutely showed it. With the dragon being as enormous as he was, he still didn’t compare to the walking mountain of belly and butt that his roommate had become, so massive that sometimes even Kai had to look out where he was walking, lest he be bowled over and attached to the underside of their bloated self for an hour or two before being released. The sight of them was often enough to get the durg’s legs quivering, sometimes even rubbing together, and the lynx’s acquired “habit” didn’t help things a single bit. If it weren’t enough that the two spent their time finding new and improved ways of growing even bigger, the feline had taken up… suggestions. Nothing too major, just a couple of words here, a comment there, little bit of prodding around the place. It was never too blatant, nor was it too little to ignore; much like a mosquito could be swatted away only to return, the lynx’s words always came back to haunt Kai, not with any terror they inspired, but with the promises they held. “Could afford to put a little more meat on you,” they’d say, “it’d look good!” Kai protested, at times, more often than not just nodding along and pretending not to want to belt out “YES, PLEASE” and get busy gorging on lynx milk for three days straight. He felt he needed to; someone had to put the brakes on their growth or else it would quickly grow out of control… or at least, even more out of control than it already was. But the words kept coming and the suggestions kept rolling and, well, Kai was not that strong of an individual that he could last forever. It began with slow nodding, then head turning, and finally the dragon letting out a pretend sigh before asking the lynx what they meant by all that growing talk; they already had enough on their plate with their regular destruction of personal boundaries, so surely the cat couldn’t be serious about taking it up to yet another level. Tim, meanwhile, was intending to do just that, and had used the time it took to erode Kai’s willpower to develop and refine his plan into its best possible form, such that when they revealed to his roommate that they already had everything up and ready to go at earliest convenience, they did so with a well-rehearsed speech and enough flare to their presentation that Kairo was already halfway down to the building’s garage before realizing what they were doing. This was good. This was as intended. The lynx had been preparing for such an occasion for quite the long while, stockpiling the required materials and working on the machinery so that it could scale appropriately for what they had planned. The derg, meanwhile, was stunned to see just what had been amassed
underneath their home, mouth hanging open when the vast vats of fluid were revealed behind a screen wall that covered a good half of the underground garage. Tim explained that it had taken them years to acquire all the necessary components and resources, admitting that a big part of asking Kairo to move in with them was precisely so they could finally have someone that could withstand the full brunt of what he had planned without losing their mind in the process. “It’s a gift,” they insisted on calling it, “from me to you~!” And they appeared to be entirely genuine about it; from the way the lynx discussed their plan, they seemed to want nothing more than to make Kai be as happy as they could, allowing them to live up to their greatest potential while simultaneously indulging the ever-living shit out of them. The machinery itself was simple: three pumps, three hoses, one for the mouth and two for “fun bits” that Tim refused to disclose. The mouthpiece came with its own strap that fit snugly around their head, keeping the tube in place just snugly enough that Kai could comfortably gulp down the unending torrent of “food” about to be served to them. They did think about putting up some amount of protest, maybe wondering if it was the right to do or who would pay for the property damage, but as soon as the first drops hit his tongue, there was no more protest to be had. With so much of it to go through, and the taste of the… soda? Oh yes, definitely soda being poured through those tubes, there wasn’t much for Kai to do but let his weight work its magic and pin him to the ground, even if he could absolutely walk away or bring the tube off his mouth. Contrary to what he expected, the constant flood of deliciously thick drink wasn’t a wildly uncontrolled torrent, nor a tidal wave of immense proportions; rather, it was simply a continuous stream, just big enough that he could swallow a mouthful every few seconds. It was especially designed in that manner as well, allowing the derg to fall into a comforting rhythm when he found his pace, letting his mouth fill up, gulping down, filling up, gulping down, once and again and forevermore and always, time ceasing to be a constraint when there was a seemingly limitless amount of delicious drink to go through. The lynx, meanwhile, delighted themselves in playing with the new body they were fashioning for their roomie, pressing their hands and head into Kai’s blossoming bosom or his swelling stomach, feeling as their own body vanished when in contact with the dragon’s. The soda itself wasn’t modified in any special way; every gallon was just a gallon, and therefore it took quite a bit of time before Kai began to reach the kind of sizes Tim had envisioned for him. By that point, the derg was more or less insensate, reduced to a mewling, moaning mess by the combined efforts of his stuffing and the attentive hands of his partner-in-indulgence; the
dragon’s body had bloated to the size of a medium-sized truck, unable to move as it was pinned by a belly’s worth of churning liquid that refused to hold still or be quiet regardless of how little Kairo actually moved. It seemed like breathing alone was enough to make their entire frame jiggle like it was made of jello, and yet every time the lynx grabbed a handful of it, they found Kai to be as soft and pudgy as dough, easy to knead and squeeze, drawing a lurid, throaty moan every single time. This had the knock-on effect of turning the actual growth itself into a true spectacle for the eyes; with no clothes to get in the way, the lynx got to watch as their roomie’s entire body seemed to pulsate with each gulp, drowning in soda and yet eagerly taking in more, bloating and ballooning and spilling all over, occupying more and more room the more the derg was allowed to satisfy his endless thirst. After a fashion, it felt like each mouthful became the equivalent of two, then three, until each gulp came accompanied by several inches of pudge and fat added onto their literal everywhere. It came to a point where the second part of the lynx’s plan could finally be placed into action; up until then, it hadn’t just been the dragon’s belly getting all heavy-like and enjoying a good trip down the lane to becoming ludicrously massive. His lower body, especially his ass, had taken a turn for the gigantic as well, but the true winners in that eternal battle of boobs versus butts were definitely the former. If they weren’t perched on top of a stomach that made them look tiny by comparison, it was unlikely that Kai would be able to walk around with those things attached to him; but, most importantly, they were dreadfully empty. And Tim was going to fix that. Had Kairo retained some of his ability to think, he might’ve thought the next two tubes were meant for two spots below the waist, but he’d be very, very wrong in that regard. Though fiddly to manage, especially with how high up those nipples were, the lynx nonetheless succeeded in stuffing both tits with their own soda line, taping the teats shut in order to keep the flow of liquids in one direction only. Now, forcing that much liquid into two spots that were very much designed to output, rather than store up, was a challenge. A challenge that the lynx fixed by just setting the potency on the breast pumps to be significantly higher than the one on Kai’s mouth, figuring it was the simplest solution. The ensuing wave of pressure was enough to make Kai’s eyes, up until then kept softly shut, bolt open, the dragon being jolted back to consciousness and managing a second or two of looking at Tim like they were completely mad before the sensations became too much and his pupils rolled up into his skull. With his breasts now under assault by far more stuffed soda than his belly ever had, they began to take dominance over his body, soon eclipsing the rest of it when
their size exploded out of anyone’s control. Tim, having thought they could at least keep it contained, turned around as quickly as they could to turn the machinery off, only for an errant bit of breastflesh to bump into them and knock them flat on their ass… only to then be smothered by the burgeoning mass of soda-stuffed tit rolling over them, the cars, the support structures and very soon the very walls themselves. It didn’t seem to matter that Kai’s body took a little under two minutes to reach and then completely destroy the liquid-holding vats keeping their growth fueled; even after the tubes ran dry and fell off from their body from having become much too tiny, the dragon continued to swell, their tits’ contents fizzing and slurshing as his breasts themselves were seemingly overridden to produce even more of the stuff! A flood of soda filled Kairo from top to bottom, his own body turning against itself and feeding off the immeasurable calories contained in the initial infusion to multiply onto itself, the crashing of waves inside of him being so obscenely loud that the sound alone shattered windows above him far before his body itself broke through the basement and into the ground level, very easily spilling over from there onto the main street. Dozens of cars had to veer out of the way after the sudden emergence of the titanic dragon, whose hands were busy rolling his doughy tits, or at least the minuscule fraction of them they could reach, while the rest of him… became more of him. There was little rhyme or reason as to how it happened, and the lynx trapped underneath the colossus of liquid fat certainly had no clue how it did. But for Kai, whose vantage point grew higher and higher with each passing second, all that mattered was being. All concern had left him, aside from the ardent desire to become more, to grow more… and the utter, divine bliss that was the realization that he no longer needed anyone but himself to accomplish that goal. He didn’t even need to resort to the lynx’s tricks, drinking from his own breasts in order to fatten up; his bosom alone was more than capable of making itself even larger, the fizzy drink keeping them nice and stuffed, the soda seemingly endlessly reproducing within his chest until it began pouring out from his building-sized nipples in the form of two city-wrecking rivers… and yet, regardless of how much came out, those fizzy tanks continued to swell as hard as they had before, harder still even, while his body reaped the runoff benefits and continued to smash and flatten an increasingly large section of the city. A tiny burp escaped his throat, when he felt one of his feet dip in a lake he knew was at least two miles away, belly gurgling and feeling desperately empty, finally reaching the point where it needed something to fill it other than the leftovers from his tits’ production. Well, his arms were still usable. He could probably fit his nipple in his mouth. Time for a drink. | yiff-extreme |
Title: 14 Hours Pt. 04
Tags: love, threesome, relationship, high school, memory, mystery, humor
\-Will-
Kori is in my room and we're in full detective mode now. First things first, build the timeline. I bought a large dry erase board that we have drawn fourteen separate sections on. Each one an hour from seven p.m. to nine a.m. the next morning.
We have pictures of suspects stuck to the board with magnets from my fridge which are in the shape of letters and numbers. I literally cut out a picture of Samantha North from the yearbook last year. Lili I cropped out her face from her nude spread wide shot.
We're assuming I went straight to the bar after seven, however I still need to know where I got the fake ID from. I met Lili at the 'Sink' where I apparently stood on the bar and danced liked a 1920s flapper. I went to Lili's house where I lost my virginity. I presume, sense I've been wrong before. Twice actually.
From Lili's I went to the 'Oh My Books' poetry read where I engaged in some wacky poetry and met Kori. Somehow in that darkness I escaped with her, ditching Lili and going to Kori's house. At around eleven I left, and ten hours later I woke up under a bridge.
Our clues were in a shoe box on my desk before we aligned them with the timeline. The book with notes that I got from Lili. Chapstick that's not my chapstick. A hundred dollar bill with a lipstick stain on it. The fake ID. I placed them all on the marker tray under their assumed time of acquisition.
"So talking to Lili again is out of the question?" Kori asks and I nod.
"She immediately stripped naked and tried to seduce me, so not happening. I think we have all we could have from her anyway," I say and place the fake ID at the beginning of the timeline. I told Kori immediately what Lili tried doing. I'm sticking with my policy of full and immediate disclosure.
"What about Samantha?" Kori asks, looking at her picture in a box drawn on the board with a question mark above it.
"I haven't talked to her since the day after we...um..." I struggle to find a euphemism.
"I'm a big girl, you can say sex."
"The only reason I was giving her lessons in the bathroom was because it would hurt her reputation to be seen with me in public. Not sure how we start the conversation."
"She's kind of prissy," Kori says and sits on my bed, "I have english with her, I'll see what I can do."
"Any theories on the fake ID?" I ask, Kori looking at me with her eyebrows raised. "The boring girl wouldn't know anything about that?"
"No I wouldn't," Kori confirm before reaching over and grabbing the hundred dollar bill, "This is the most concerning clue."
"Why?" I ask. The fake ID is the only crime.
"You blacked out and woke up with money. Basic economics, you provided a good or service. What did you take again?" Kori asks, and I opened my desk drawer and removed the pen tray, a baggy with two more pills still remaining underneath it.
"Adderall," I answer and hand her the pills. She looks at them and opens her phone, and a minute later she's shaking her head after searching it. "What?"
"This isn't Adderall, it's Ativan," Kori says, and I don't even know what that is, "I was wondering because memory loss usually isn't associated with Adderall. Yes, I researched it. Ativan on the other hand, that's a side effect. You got duped."
"Well damn," I say and take the pills back, "I got a dealer to talk to."
"Call me crazy, but would a drug dealer know where to get a fake ID?" Kori asks and I hide my pills. I think about it for a second and take them out again. I'm going to need those when I talk to a drug dealer.
"I think that's a good start, I'll work the dealer, you work Samantha?" I ask, Kori nodding. Plan is in motion.
"With that settled, you got a girl in your room," Kori says then kisses me. I kiss her back and lay on top of her, "Got something in mind?"
I stop kissing her, her looking up at me, ready for the answer she assumes is coming. As much as I want to, I want our relationship to be more than that.
"We haven't had a real date," I say, her tilting her head in curiosity. "Dinner?"
Kori's lips slowly form a smile before she finally nods.
"Okay."
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The next morning I'm looking for Patrick Dean, AKA the pharmacist. He's not the only drug dealer in the school, far from it, but he's amongst the few who deals in legalish pharmaceuticals. Vicodin, Oxy, Adderall, he's got pills. He apparently has Ativan as well. Jackass.
When I find him he's in his usual deal spot; behind the stage of the drama department. Patrick is like most of the students at this school; spoiled rich kid who deals more for fun than profit. It's about looking cool. He's in tan khakis with a long sleeved white button shirt and our tan school jacket.
"Long time no see, need another Adderall run?" Patrick asks as he sees me approaching.
"Adderall huh?" I ask then hand him the pills he sold me. He looks at them and then looks back me, and he knows I know.
"No refunds," Patrick says and flicks them back at me, the bag hitting my chest before tumbling to the floor.
"I don't care about that, but if I needed to get a fake ID, where would I go?" I ask, Patrick laughing.
"Did you forget...Ativan, that's very possible. Chloe Matson makes them. You didn't hear that from me," Patrick says and walks passed me, "Adderall is harder to get, my stash was low, you understand?"
"Fuck you," is all I say as he exits into the hall.
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\-Kori-
My phone vibrates during passing hour immediately before my English class with Samantha North. It's a text message from Will, telling me he probably got the fake ID from Chloe Matson. The head of the yearbook and photography clubs, who'd guess that girl is committing a crime that in some instances was a felony. Yes I researched it.
Samantha is surrounded by her gaggling entourage when I enter the classroom. Rebecca Smith, Nina Mahoney, Andrea Berger, and Monica Fletcher are all around her. All of them seniors or juniors, and all of them cheerleaders. In short, none of them will talk to me and all of them will stop me from talking to her. I'm just the cancer girl who works at a bookstore her parents own after all.
I take my seat, in the front row, Samantha sitting far left column, second to last row, fully surrounded by her friends. I'd have to wait till after class, there no way I'm getting in there.
We're currently reading 'I am Legend' by Richard Matheson. I think about Will coming in to buy that book, and I smile without realizing it.
The teacher calls on Samantha three times during the class, and she has no idea. I felt she really understood the 'Great Gatsby' but this one was alluding her. Then I remembered Will was the reason why. Suddenly I had an in with her.
I exit the class and quickly pull out my phone and text Will.
'Samantha isn't grasping Matheson, ask her if she needs help with that one too.'
'K' is his reply. He abbreviates his text messages and I write proper sentences.
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\-Will-
I send Samantha a text asking her if she need anymore help in english. This was her reply. I have altered nothing.
'Hoooooooooooly fuq is this shit boring! Can u make it make since? Like whut da fuq is goin on!!!!!! He kills them, he's finding a cure! They can't brek his door down but in the movie there like super strong and shit!'
That was the first message.
'So yeah, tots need help with this book. Then may b a qkey, I need a fat one today. Same place during lunch?'
I suddenly really appreciate Kori's texting etiquette.
Kori is in my lunch before we have chemistry together, so we both meet in the bathroom in the basement and wait for her. I lean against the frame between two stalls while Kori sits on the sink kicking her feet. The door opens a minute later and Samantha steps in but sees Kori before she sees me.
"You waiting for someone?" Samantha asks then turns and sees me, "I'm all for a threesome but I need a little warning first."
"Not looking for that," I say and Samantha looks back and forth before tossing her bag on the sink, "I got a few questions actually."
"Me first, so they're like actual old school vampires. Sun, cross, garlic, and that kind of shit, right?" Samantha asks.
"Yeah and mirrors too." Kori says.
"I'm sorry, who the fuck is she?" Samantha asks.
"I'm his girlfriend," Kori says, Samantha instantly laughing.
"Where did we meet?" I asked, Samantha turning to me, her face shifting to confusion, "Yes I don't remember, I was on some bad pills."
"You were near my house, my real one. It was like two in morning, I was on my porch smoking while trying to read that book. You asked for a cigarette, and we talked. I asked for help, you offered it."
"I smoked?" I ask, Samantha nodding.
"You smoked it like a coughing little bitch but yeah."
"Do you know where I came from or where I went?" I ask, Samantha looking up at the ceiling and thinking.
"Not sure where you went, but I'm pretty sure you came from a club or something, and the women there loved you. You had red lipstick all over your face so I let you wash it off at my house," Samantha says and I see Kori's eyes shift to me. As if they were saying 'another one?'
"Thanks," I say and start to leave but she steps in front of me, "What?"
"Still need help with this vampire shit."
"Oh, right," I say and Kori shrugs.
"Quicky a no, or what?" Samantha asks and looks at Kori who looks at me, "I don't mind an audience. Haven't had a chick in a while."
"What?" Kori asks as Samantha placed her hands on her knees and parted her legs to step closer to her. "Stop." Kori says and pushed her away to no avail, Samantha kissing her neck.
"Not sure if I can, just realized how cute you are," Samantha says and starts sliding a hand up her skirt. Kori catches her wrist but the hand glided up with virtually no resistance. Her other hand pull down Kori's collar to kiss her shoulder to reveal her scar. "Gnarly, what's that from?"
"Nothing," Kori says, finally pushing back hard enough to shove her away. Samantha wobbled back and I caught her, Kori jumping off the sink and storming out of the bathroom.
"Someone's sensitive," Samantha says, "Do you know what that scar's from?"
"She had cancer removed," I say and run after my girlfriend.
"You fucking serious?"
"Yes, Kori!" I shout as I run out of the bathroom after her. When I find her she's on the stairwell crying, but evidently trying her best not to.
"I think I've been really patient, and understanding, and forgiving, but I don't know how much further into your rabbit hole I can go. She is unbelievable," Kori says and sees Samantha coming from behind me.
"I've been called worse," Samantha says and sits on the stairs next to her, "I'm sorry, I really am. Cancer is a motherfucker. Are you in remission?"
"Mine was treatable," Kori says and pulls on her collar a little, like she's trying to hide it deeper.
"Don't hide that, it's proof you won. Wear it," Samantha says and moved her hand away and pulled her collar down. I never really looked at it myself, but her scar is like a valley in front of her shoulder that runs along it and down her side next to her breast for nearly six inches. Samantha ran her finger along every bit of it.
"I was already self conscious before," Kori said nervously as Samantha traced her finger along the scar.
"Don't be, and this is nothing to be self conscious about," Samantha said with a smile, and I realize there is a lot more to this girl than I originally assumed. Of all of the people to calm Kori down and make her feel good about anything, the last person I'd guess to do that would be Samantha North. | literotica |
Title: Intro by Lux Hikaru
Tags: Bat, M/M, School, Tiger
(This is a story about Furries, or hybrid animals, animals with human traits such as hands, feet, can walk on two feet, can talk, etc.) In fur meadows middle school, there was an 8th grade class in the middle of the third semester, a class of furries was just about to receive a new student, Brandon. Lux was adopted when he was a little kid, his adoptive family was made up of German Shepards, the son was Alex, he was 5 years old. Lux's best friends were Leanna the Siamese cat, Armando the rat, and Stephanie the fox. His classmates were the same in all of his classes except 6th (taken in different perspectives, mainly Lux the bat and Brandon the tiger)
Lux had just woken up before his alarm clock went off, he got up stretched, yawned, and got out of bed. He went downstairs and saw his mother and his brother eating cereal. "Hey mom, Hey Alex" His mother and Alex waved, his mother got up and kissed him on the cheek "good morning son, I‘m sorry, I can‘t take you to school today, I‘m volunteering for your brother‘s kindergarten class" Lux sighed and said ok, he ate a banana and went upstairs. Lux changed into a tight blue shirt and some black pants, his body was toned, like that of a swimmer's. He brushed his teeth, then he left. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Brandon woke up already dressed, he was kind of nervous yesterday so he was ready since yesterday. He was wearing some baggy pants and a plain white shirt with a muscle shirt right under. He heard his moms car turn on and ran downstairs to her. Brandon got in and kissed his mom on the cheek. His mom smiled "nervous about your first day in the school?". Brandon just sighed and nodded. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Lux got to school by foot because he couldn't fly that good. He ran to his first period, which was P.E., because he was late. He went into the locker rooms and took off his shirt, changing quickly into his P.E. clothes. While he was changing, something caught his eye, a big, muscular tiger was next to his locker, in a locker that didn't have an owner, Lux figured it was a new student, but Damn! He was hott. Lux saw that he was struggling to put on his shirt since it was too small on him. He chuckled and walked over to him, pulling his shirt down onto his muscular body. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Brandon was trying to hurry up and change but his clothes were too small for him and they were hard to put on, he tried to put on his shirt and it kept getting stuck "ugh, stupid tight shirt" Brandon heard a chuckle and his shirt slipped right on, he turned around and saw a cute bat smiling, apparently he helped him with his shirt. Brandon also smiled and put his paw in front of him "Hello there, I‘m Brandon, I‘m new to this school" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Lux smiled and shook his paw "Hey Brandon, I‘m Lux, Nice to meet you, who‘s class do you have? Maybe we have the same one?" Brandon looked through his schedule and saw his teachers name. "I have Mrs. Summers, what about you" Lux was so happy, this new tiger probably had all the same classes as him. "same, lets go!" They both walked out of there and went to where the class was supposed to be.
Mrs. Summers was a Chihuahua, she took roll and let them have a free day to do whatever. Lux looked for his friends and Brandon followed. Automatically, Leanna and Stephanie were infatuated with him, Armando looked at them and rolled his eyes. "Hey guys, this is Brandon, he just changed schools and is now in our class. Brandon, this is Leanna, Armando, And Stephanie" Both girls giggled and spoke at the same time "Hiii Brandon" They looked at each other angrily and left to talk. The boys looked confused and went to play basketball, Armando was the best out of them, even though he was the smallest.
In all of their classes, the teacher introduced Brandon and let him sit wherever he wanted, he sat next to his new friends in all of the classes. Stephanie and leanna continued to stare at him the whole day.
It was 6th period and Brandon was called up to the office. Lux hated 6th period, it was his one class without any friends. His art class had tables of two and he was the only one without a partner. Lux thought about Brandon, and started daydreaming that he would come into his class and sit next to him. Before lux knew it, the bell rang. He sighed and started walking home. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Brandon was in the office bored out of his mind, he didn't know what he was doing there, then he remembered that in 4th period, his newly acquired friends gave him their cell phone numbers. He started texting them, none of them replied for a while and he sighed \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Lux got home and went to his room, he noticed he had a new text message from Brandon, he smiled and opened it
Brandon: Hey Lux I'm still in the office, so bored.... Lux: Damn, that sucks, you should've told me to wait for you Brandon: nahh, its ok, I don't want you to be bored out of your mind with me Lux: hahah, it would've been ok with company
Lux then started to think of something else to say, he wanted a picture of him.
Lux: hey Brandon, do you think you could send me a picture of yourself? Brandon: Why Lux: So I could put it on your number Brandon: ok, I'll send you the best picture I have of myself ;D Lux: hahaha, ok \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Brandon chuckled and sent him a picture of himself Shirtless after working out, he was flexing with a devilish smile on his face "I wonder what he‘ll say about it...."
Lux opened the picture message and Blushed, it was an amazing picture of the tiger flexing without a shirt "ohhh he‘s so hot" Lux didn't want the tiger to know he was gay, then he would probably think he was weird.
Lux: I meant a picture of you, not your body xP Brandon: Well Its all of me, or did you want to see lower?.... XD Lux: no thanks.... Brandon: Really Lux? I know you do ;D lol jk well I've gotta go, my mom just came to pick me up, see ya tomorrow Lux: Ok, Bye....
Lux sighed and looked at Brandon's shirtless picture again, and saw that he was getting hard, he rubbed himself and went into the bathroom, he turned on the water in the shower and took his clothes off, he got in and started to stroke his cock, he moaned and fantasized about himself and Brandon.
End of this one, what do you think? Its my first story. If people like it, I'll probably make more(comment please) | FSE |
Title: The Darkness Within by black ace
Tags: Dark, Dragon, Half-Dragon, Pain
well hopefully this will be my first story i posted on here and up to the part where i go skydiving is all true and if anyone wants to be really nice they could edit it for me like change it and make it more exciting. Also not appropriate for ages under 18 blah blah blah etc. Oh and can you guys please give me as much criticism as possible so i can improve. now let the darkness overtake the dawn.
My family died today, tearing away the last remnants of my human soul and leaving behind an unbearing darkness impossible to overcome, but i lost my feelings for anything a long time ago.
It started only 1 year ago, i was 17 then and had a good life if you ignored my slowly dying alcohalic father that seemed to always be in pain and my miserable life in the hellhole they call a "high school" but i learned to overcome all that and give up most of my emotions thus giving up sorrow and in turn joy.
Another boring day, wake up, eat, go to school, lose more of yourself. Things started to seem so predictable to me, like it was all part of a pattern but only i could see it.
Sometimes id just wonder "is this really whats going to happen? am i going to just go to school, get a job, and die?" i just feel as if i should be doing something greater. I talked to a councelor and she seemed predictable too, all she said is "do something exciting like go skydiving" but it didnt appeal to me like that much of a thrill but i decided im gonna give it a try.
We are thousands of feet in the air and a lightning storm has started below us. I dont care, there telling me that nobody has ever done anything this dangerous and that theres an 80% chance that something bad will happen but i just ignore them, rip open the doors and jump into the thundering darkness.
The cold air is ripping away at my skin, causing any uncovered spot on my body to burn in pain lucky for me i decided to wear a black wifebeater and black jeans.
I can feel the electricity running on the tips of my jet black hair as i free fall through clouds ripping them apart at the speed i was going. My heart keeps beating faster, faster, faster, i feel as if its going to rip through my chest but instead pumps more addrenaline into my body making me thrive in a euphoric madness.
My parachute rips open tearing me back into the sky and slowing my descent. Theres lightning striking within 50 feet of me but at this point i fear nothing only the thrill below me.
The wind wont stop throwing me from side to side and just when i look up i see my parachute and the ground suddenly rush forward encasing me in the parachute and throwing me into a death spiral to meet the rocky cliff face below. I didnt panic, there was no need, panicking would do nothing for me now so i just closed my eyes and accepted the darkness about to embrace me.
I came crashing into the ground and lucky for me it was in the middle of a highway and i landed on a truck carrying sewer pipes which are about 6 inches in diameter. Of course my luck didnt end there, one pierced the center of my chest, one my arm ripping it off and another ripped off the right side of my face.
As i laid in the crator i had made thinking i was dead and just went to hell which would explain all the pain i felt, i decided to open my eyes only to realize i had survived. Before i could even think about what was going on a big metal pole sticking out of my chest is perfect for lightning to boom into my chest just ripping it apart.
Now that my body was smoking, half my clothes burned off and my chest was on fire i wondered why i wasnt dead. I had just fallen like 5 thousand feet out of the sky, had my internal organs peirced by a huge pole and hit by a 700 million volt lightning strike wtf.
Well i cant possibly harm myself anymore so i decide to get up. Ripping the pole out of the side of my chest and tearing away my severed arm i stand up and look around at the shocked and horrified expression on the people that have gathered around me.
Thats when i felt it, a surge of power greater than anything i have ever felt and dark flames that started to engulf my body licking away at my skin. My flesh that had torn away was replaced by pure darkness in the form of a black arm with scales, wings and of course a tail.
Now everyone was horrified by the sight before them, a half black dragon covered in blood and looking like he was going to kill. I didnt even notice them, i was too busy looking at my new muscular and dark body. Then with a twisted smile on my face i raised my wings high into the air and brought them down full force crushing the rest of the truck below me and sending everyone flying back.
The thrill of it all was incredible, being able to fly back through the clouds i had just fallen through except with speed greater than that of an F-150 jet racing to the target it was about to bomb and bring pure destruction. The only difference was i was only going to my school to show everyone my new look, but i knew what they were going to do, people fear what they do not understand and they certainly wouldnt understand me but thats alright i was ready for the war about to go underway. | FSE |
Title: Meeting a Celebrity Crush Ch. 01
Tags: taylor swift, lesbian, slash, fangirl
There was never any doubt in my mind what my true feelings were. I never would've admitted it to anybody, since I've always been shy, but whenever I looked at the cover of that first CD a friend bought me, my heart did a skip and (as long as no one else was around) I couldn't help grinning like an idiot. I was sure I had the biggest celebrity crush in the history of the world.
Part of why I never would've admitted it was because I figured my crush on Taylor Swift was schoolgirl-silly. I mean, there I was, a supposedly mature college student, and I could drool over a huge, desktop picture of her and her curly blonde hair for hours. I fantasized about meeting her, but it wasn't until she popped into my head while I was masturbating that I realized my feelings were stronger than just a casual crush. At that moment of realization, I had no idea that things would get much, much more interesting in just a few months.
One of my roommates, Sarah, revealed herself to be the best friend of a huge Taylor Swift fan two days before she was supposed to go to a concert with that friend—and Sarah was too sick to do more than lay in bed and cough. I had met her friend a few times, and she seemed nice. But I was really surprised when Sarah offered me the ticket she could no longer use.
"Come on Katie," she said between sniffles. "I know you're a closet T-Swizz fan." I blushed, and it took a little more cajoling, but I finally accepted the ticket. When I looked at it, my mouth fell open in surprise.
"Sarah I can't take this! This isn't just a ticket—it's a backstage pass! You should just sell this to someone who really wants it." Sarah smiled.
"C'mon, you should go. Jenny would really like to go with someone, and even though you guys haven't hung out much, you'll enjoy it much more than I ever would have." I thanked her and went to my room, trying to wrap my head around the thought of meeting Taylor in person. When the memory of my last masturbation fantasy about her crossed my mind, I blushed bright red and wondered if I could ever really face her.
The concert venue was packed, and people were constantly trying to crowd closer to the stage. Jenny, of course, had paid to be right in front of the stage. In the very front row was not where I wanted to be. How was my heart supposed to handle the excitement of seeing Taylor sing and dance a few feet away from me? I only felt out of place until she showed up on stage, however. When she appeared, everyone freaked out, and the fact that I did too didn't stand out. I jumped and yelled with the rest of the audience, and was having the best time.
She walked out to where the audience was and knelt down, high-fiving girls who were practically fainting from excitement. Then she came over to our side, and knelt right in front of me...she looked directly into my eyes and for the few seconds she was singing to me and me only, everything around me disappeared. She continued on with the show, but I couldn't concentrate on anything except how much I couldn't wait to get backstage and meet her in a more intimate setting.
There was a small group of people that had backstage passes, and Taylor was taking her time to talk to each of them in turn. We were the last two to talk to her, but a couple seconds in Jenny's phone rang. She had arranged to have someone cover her shift at her part-time job, but there was some mix-up and she was going to be in trouble if she didn't show up after all. She apologized and ran off. I waved to her and then turned back around, realizing I was the only one left. I opened my mouth to say something but at that moment an argument started between some of the managers.
"Why don't you come up to my dressing room?" Taylor said, gesturing me to follow her up a small staircase. My heart was pounding with nervousness as I walked ahead of her into the dressing room and she shut the door. And locked it. "Don't worry, no one will bother us. I get a little time to wind down at the end of the show. They have to tear down set pieces and stuff and I like just hanging out in here." She was sitting on the edge of a vanity that had a big mirror. I was sitting on the end of a couch close to her, and my head was almost level with her knees...her legs were almost totally bare, since the shorts she was wearing looked like they didn't reach any lower on her thighs than her underwear.
Suddenly realizing I was staring at her legs, I looked up and found her looking at me. Her head was tilted a little to the side and she had let down her hair, which fell gently around her shoulders. Her lips were ruby red with lipstick and parted a little in a gentle smile. Her blue eyes locked onto mine and refused to let go. She asked me some questions and I must have answered because she laughed magically at one of my answers, but all my brain could concentrate on was how close we were to each other.
"I hoped you would be coming backstage when I saw you during the concert," she said, running the tips of her fingers along the top of her thigh. "That was the first and only time I've felt an electric shock when I looked in somebody's eyes."
"I love your eyes," I blurted out. I couldn't get my mouth to say what I wanted!
"You're so cute," she said, gently touching the hand I had forgotten was laying on the arm of the couch. My fingers felt hypersensitive to her touch, receiving more heat than fingers could possibly be capable of producing. She slid of the vanity and came and sat next to me. We talked quietly about the show for a few minutes, me telling her what I loved about it and her telling me what it was like being up on stage.
In a lull in the conversation, as she was looking down, I reached out and gently pushed her hair behind her ear...and just let my hand linger on the back of her neck. She looked up, and I kissed her, melting my heart and heating up my body. My left hand traced a line between her thighs and I slipped my fingertips under her shorts. I was shocked at my boldness, but she was more than receptive—she encouraged it, by taking my hand and putting it on the button that would undo her shorts.
I didn't hesitate, unbuttoning and unzipping her sexy short shorts as fast as I could. She slipped her hand under my shirt and squeezed my breast, thrilling me. I got her shorts off but before I could take off her panties she pushed my down onto the couch and practically tore my pants and underwear off. She looked even sexier when she was acting wild, and I could feel myself getting even wetter than I already was.
She spread my legs and swooped in to start licking my clitoris, doing it quickly at first but then she really buried her face into my most sensitive areas and was licking me all over. I was soon gyrating against her face, going higher and higher up this rollercoaster of pleasure.
She stopped for a second, and when I whined for her to come back, she said, "Hang on, I just have to grab something from my bags." I watched as she pulled out a strap-on from deep within her travel bag and put it on. I shook from the anticipation of having her pump it inside me.
She licked me more, until I could no longer take it—I needed her to penetrate me. Her thumb took the place of her tongue on my clitoris and she gently worked the strap-on into me, slipping in easily. She humped slowly at first but I wasn't satisfied.
"Faster, Taylor..." I breathed in ecstasy. "And harder, do it harder baby." She proceeded to fuck me hard, her thighs slapping against my butt. I almost screamed out, but I bit it back since I knew there were other people not far away, just on the other side of the dressing room door. It was so hard not to cry out though, because damn, Taylor's a great fuck. She rubbed my shining pearl and soon, in our perfect rhythm, I came so hard that it got on her panties. I lay panting as she sought my mouth, still tasting of my juices.
"Think you can top that?" she teased. I felt burning hot and somewhat drained, but the thought of taking my turn with the strap-on fired me up again. I was ready to accept her challenge.
*End of Chapter 1.* | literotica |
Title: Friends: Shower Surprise
Tags: ross watched, monica standing, monica breasts, ross knew, held rachel, face ross, smiled ross, clit monica, shower surprise, monica hands
**Friends: Deleted Scenes - Shower Surprise**
Monica and Rachel were lying together, naked in Rachel's bed after a morning of lovemaking. Monica rested her head on Rachel's shoulder. Her fingertips brushed her roommate's breast, as Rachel stroked her hair. Monica broke the silence.
"You know, we have to find some way to tell Ross about us," she said softly.
Rachel was silent for a moment. "Yeah, I know. But after what Carol did to him, I'm afraid he'll freak out and break up with me. There has to be some way of telling him what you and I mean to each other, without him getting all jealous and freaked about it."
"Yeah, somehow," Monica replied, thoughtfully. Then she raised up on an elbow and looked at Rachel. "Maybe... maybe he needs to SEE us, you know... together... but in a non-threatening way."
"Oh, I think I know how we can do this," Rachel said excitedly. She filled in Monica on her idea.
A few evenings later, Ross knocked and poked his head in their door. Rachel was standing in the kitchen in her bathrobe.
"Hi, sweetie," she smiled, going to him. "I'm so glad you could come over."
"Me, too," he gushed, kissing her. "So, what is it that you wanted."
"I've planned a surprise for you. You know how you like watching me undress for you, before we make love?" Her finger traced circles on his chest.
"Uh, oh yeah!"
"Well, I'm already naked under my robe, and I was going to take a shower, so..." Rachel cleared her throat, staring at Ross' lips, before she kissed him. "I thought maybe you'd like to watch... me, naked... water running down my body, and..."
"Um, OKAY!" he said quickly. Rachel giggled at him.
Some days, Ross still couldn't believe that Rachel Green was his girlfriend. AND that he'd had sex with her. 78 times so far, by his count. Knowing where this could lead, why would he be so stupid to pass up the opportunity?
She led him to the bathroom. The water was already running in the shower-tub and the curtain was closed. Rachel dropped her robe, revealing her nude body. On tip-toes, she kissed him seductively. He felt her silky skin. Then she turned and pushed aside the shower curtain.
Ross saw his sister standing in the tub, water running over her.
"Omigod, Monica," he said, looking away, then reaching for the door knob. "We're sorry. I guess Rach didn't know you were in here. We'll go now."
"No, no, sweetie," Rachel said, stopping him. "She's supposed to be here."
"What?" Ross asked, confused.
"Well... honey... when Carol left you for Susan, well... that was wrong. But that doesn't always happen. I love you very much. And you need to know that nothing will ever come between us."
Ross was beginning to get a hint of what she was saying. "But... so you mean..."
He looked at Monica, naked, then quickly averted his eyes again. Monica smiled to herself.
Rachel went on. "Monica and I have a closer relationship than I've ever had with anyone but you. And that can be a beautiful thing. We wanted you to know about us, and we wanted you to know that what you and I have..." She kissed him again, and he returned her kiss hesitantly. "...will never be hurt by what Monica and I have. So I thought that the best way would be for you to see us together, and see how wonderful that can be."
Monica stepped out of the shower and left little wet footprints on the floor as she went to them.
"Ross, I never want to come between you and Rachel," she said, looking into his eyes. "But you need to know that this is real." She smiled at Rachel and caressed her naked shoulder. "As real as you and Rachel. And it isn't going away." She gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "Please be okay with this," she requested.
"Um," Ross said, looking at the two naked women standing in front of him, "I guess I could be."
He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was curious about what the girls had planned to show him. They both smiled and kissed him, one on each cheek. Monica hopped back into the tub. Ross sat down on the lowered toilet lid. Rachel lingered and rubbed his chest, tracing her hand down to his crotch.
"I want you to enjoy this, honey," she said seductively, before accenting her words with a kiss and a little squeeze to his package.
She went to join Monica, who was already standing under the shower head. He'd never seen his sister naked before. He was intrigued by her body and found himself comparing it to Rachel's, which he knew so well. She was slimmer than Rachel. He knew that she jogged regularly, and did yoga with Phoebe. Now he saw the payoff of her workouts.
Monica's breasts were fuller and a bit lower than his girlfriend's. But he noticed her breasts lift up, as she reached up and ran her hands through her damp shoulder length hair, re-soaking it. Her eyes were closed and her head was slightly back. His sister looked just like a pictorial he'd seen in Playboy a few years before, though she looked even better than the model.
As Rachel stepped into the tub, Monica opened her eyes and looked at Rachel, then over at Ross. He quickly looked down, with the feeling that he'd been caught doing something wrong. Monica laughed, not at all embarrassed that her brother was checking her out.
"Ya know, you can look at me, Ross," she said good-naturedly. "That's kind of why we're all here."
Monica turned and faced into the shower spray.
"Isn't she beautiful, sweetie?" Rachel said, to let him know that watching Monica was all right with her too.
She placed her hands on Monica's shoulders and gently kissed between them. The water scattering off Monica's body created little droplets on Rachel's chest and face.
Ross could feel an erection starting to build in his pants.
Monica turned and placed her hands on Rachel's arms.
"Let's get you wet, too, Rach."
Ross couldn't believe he was hearing these words from his sister, and wondered if Monica meant it as a double entendre. He saw them loosely hug, so neither would slip as they switched places.
Rachel tilted her head back and both girls' hands massaged her brown hair as the water drenched it.
Monica was standing very close to Rachel. Ross watched their breasts touching lightly against each other, nipples very hard. Then they became pressed together as Monica's hands rubbed Rachel's back. Rivulets of water traced their way down both women's' bodies.
His eyes followed Monica's hands, moving lower to the small of Rachel's back. So close to his girlfriend's ass.
"Will she touch it?" he wondered. "Will... will she grab it... and... and maybe... squeeze it?"
Rachel and Monica gazed at each other, smiling. Ross' focus on Monica's hands was ripped away as Rachel kissed Monica. That gentle kiss became more passionate and he watched his sister's tongue darting in and out of Rachel's mouth.
His hard-on was bulging his pants by this time. He discretely pressed his palm against it and slowly rubbed as he watched the scene unfold.
Rachel broke their kiss and roughly grabbed Monica's ass, giggling. She squeezed and pulled Monica's hips against her own.
"Mmmm, I love this little ass!"
Monica's hands finally went to Rachel's butt.
"Well, I like yours too. And I bet Ross agrees with me."
They looked over at him, hand pressed against his crotch.
"Honey, you can touch yourself while you watch us," she went on with a sultry tone. "In fact, I'd kind of like to see you doing that."
"Yeah, Ross," Monica added, "you've seen what we have... so, show us what you have."
Ross unzipped his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, to the floor. His cock sprang up.
"WOW! That's big!" Monica exclaimed. "Rachel, you're a very lucky girl."
She gave a little laugh, "I know." Then she kissed her roommate. "Twice lucky."
Monica smiled as she broke their embrace and picked up a bottle of body wash.
"Turn around, Rach," she said.
They stepped back from the water and Monica lathered up the soft skin of her friend's back and shoulders. Rachel smiled at Ross, as she watched him slowly stroke his rod.
He saw Monica crouch behind his girlfriend and bring the soap suds to her butt, then down the backs of her legs. She stood, skimming her hands from ankle to shoulder, and kissed her neck.
"Now the front," was all Monica needed to say.
Rachel turned and offered the rest of her body to be washed by her roommate. The shower doused her hair and rinsed her back. Soapy water cascaded across her butt, down her legs and into the drain. Monica cupped a palm under the spray and directed handfuls to help rinse Rachel's shoulders.
She retrieved the bottle and squirted more into her hands. She smeared them together rapidly to raise a slight foam, then one at a time, slowly washed the full length of Rachel's arms. Her head was to the side and down slightly. Monica gave a couple of sideways and upward glances as she rubbed Rachel's slim arms; her eyes saying everything without uttering a word.
Both Ross and Rachel found this extremely seductive, but more so for Ross as he watched steam begin to swirl around the girls. Girls showering together had long been a fantasy for him, though he'd never told Rachel of it. And he never imagined that his little sister would be one of the women bringing this fantasy to life.
Monica's soapy hands crisscrossed Rachel's chest, then began moving lower. Even though he knew by now that it would happen, he was stunned at the sight of his sister caressing his girlfriend's breasts.
Ross caught himself thinking, "Now you, Rach. Rub Monica's breasts." But he could never say such a thing.
A bubble floated up and landed on Monica's nose. The girls giggled as Rachel wiped it away, replacing it with a kiss. Ross found himself laughing with their playfulness.
Monica continued washing Rachel's stomach and hips, then crouched in front of her and attended to her legs.
"Yes," Ross said softly, not realizing that he had spoken. They both looked at him and smiled.
"We do requests, too," Monica said, only half-teasing.
Ross saw her head just inches from Rachel's pussy. Both girls noticed he was staring at Monica. Her smile turned dirty.
"Do you like my 'position', Ross?"
Monica pressed the back of her hand against Rachel's inside ankle, and her roommate moved her foot to the side of the tub. Monica went on with her sexual teasing.
"Or, maybe you want me here..." she moved her face closer to Rachel.
"Or here..." Monica's lips were now just an inch away.
"Or here," she said, half-muffled as her mouth covered her roommate's clit.
Ross was jacking strong and fast at this sight.
"OH MONICA!" Rachel groaned as she threw her head back into the shower spray. She steadied herself with a hand on the wall.
Monica held Rachel's thighs to keep her balance with her face in her friend's crotch. Rachel felt her give a fast, pulsed sucking to her clit, lips clamped tightly around it. Monica removed her mouth with a loud smooch.
"Is that something like what you want?" Monica asked, licking her lips.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped, slowing his strokes.
"Ross, honey," Rachel said sweetly, "it's okay. Tell us what you want us to do."
"Um... well... Monica washed you, so maybe... next you should do her."
Rachel's sweetness turned a little slutty as Monica rose.
"Oh, I'll "do" her... but first shouldn't I wash her?" she finished with feigned innocence.
Ross gave her a slight smile. He loved how his girlfriend could be sweet and slutty at the same time.
She gestured for Monica to turn around, then applied some body wash to her palms. Monica looked back over her shoulder and smiled an invitation.
Rachel pressed her body into Monica's and wrapped her arms around her. Her hands began to raise a lather on Monica's body as they roamed from her neck to her crotch. Ross' unspoken wish came true as he watched Rachel fondle his sister's graceful breasts.
Rachel's tits were pressed into her roommate's back and she moved her body around, transferring soap from her to Monica. She crept downward like this, until she was rubbing her chest on Monica's tight ass.
Ross was jacking hard again. But this time he realized that he was completely aroused at seeing his sister's nude body covered in a sudsy, soapy film. Patches of bubbles hung below her breasts.
"WAY better than that Playboy," he thought.
Monica was looking down and behind her, making eye contact with Rachel as her legs and pussy were lathered. She took in a sharp breath as Rachel's finger found her clit, and then did a quick dip into her cunt.
Rachel rested her cheek on Monica's soapy butt as she slid her finger back up and in. Monica moaned as Rachel finger-banged her, playing in her box.
"Omigod..." he thought, "she's masturbating her... my, my girlfriend is masturbating my sister!"
Ross was numb with disbelief. But he wasn't so numb that his own hand stopped it's action.
Rachel drew her finger out. "Say, Mon," she said running her fingers along the outside of Monica's labia, "feels like it's time again."
Monica smiled, knowing that this wasn't really true. "Ya think Ross would want to watch that?"
"Well, I don't know," she said looking over her shoulder at him, "But he might want to watch what it leads to."
Monica sat on the edge of the tub, resting her back into the corner of the wall. Rachel grabbed a disposable razor and held it between her teeth as she lifted Monica's feet to rest on the sides of the tub. Monica's wrists hung inside her open knees.
There she was. Ross' little sister. Like she was posing for one of Joey's porn magazines. Ross admired the feminine curvature of her calves and slim thighs. His eyes went to her wet pussy lips and swollen clit. One of the nicest pussies Ross had ever seen. Flat, toned abdomen and stomach. And those perfect breasts.
Ross slowed his hand. But not because seeing Monica didn't turn him on.
"If I cum with Monica like that," he thought, "they'll think I want to... like... do her, or something."
Yet, once the thought of having sex with Monica entered his mind, it was hard to push it away, especially as he took in all that happened next.
Rachel knelt in the tub between Monica's widely spread legs. She applied a bead of body wash to Monica's trimmed pubic hair. Slowly, seductively, she worked it with her fingertips, until it brought a thick lather.
Both Gellers watched her actions intently.
Rachel "accidentally" brushed her thumb across her roomie's clit. Monica took a little gasp. Rachel crinkled her nose and gave her a nasty grin. She created a thick covering of soap all over Monica's genitals.
Monica looked over at Ross, his eyes fixed between her legs. He looked up and she gave him a little smile, before directing his gaze back down.
Taking the razor from her mouth, Rachel gently glided it over the flesh between Monica's legs. She made sure that Ross could see everything she was doing.
The white film was taken away and smooth pale skin remained. Of course, the girls knew it was all for show. Monica had shaved that morning. But for Ross, he'd never imagined anything so erotic as his gorgeous girlfriend shaving his beautiful sister.
Rachel moved the razor down both sides of Monica's mohawk, removing the imaginary stubble.
Rachel grabbed the shower massager and stretched its long hose to the end of the tub. She set it on a gentle spray, and rinsed the soap from herself, then from Monica's body, starting at her chest. Rachel's hand rubbed along her torso and legs, ensuring that she was clean.
Ross' eyes kept following the stream of water down to between Monica's legs, staring at his sister's tight pussy and that strip of hair above. He caught himself jacking hard again, and eased up to keep from cumming too soon.
Rachel crouched between Monica's thighs and washed away the rest of the soap. Her face was very close.
As the last of the suds was gone, Rachel took the flat of her tongue and slowly licked the full length of Monica's pussy.
"Ohhhh, RACH!" Ross groaned, obviously pleased.
The girls looked at him and smiled.
"More, Rachel," Monica whispered.
"For Ross... or for you?" Rachel said, looking up at her.
"For both of us," she said sultrily, as she watched Ross masturbating his big hard dick.
Rachel put her head down and went to work between Monica's legs. She flicked her tongue on Monica's clitoris.
Ross saw goosebumps raise on Monica's legs and arms, as an uncontrollable shiver ran through her body. Yet, with steam still floating thickly around the bathroom, there was no way she could be chilly.
Rachel put her lips around her best friend's clit and sucked gently, while the tip of her tongue continued to dance on the little fold of flesh.
"YEESSSS!!" Monica moaned.
She began groping her own breast, rubbing her chest and neck. Her finger hung from her open mouth as she looked at Rachel. One long French-kiss to her clit.
Ross watched his sister's tits heave gently as she took shallow panting breaths.
"Yes, do that... oh yes... oh Rach, I like that..."
This spurred her partner on. Monica's hand left her mouth and ran through her damp dark locks.
Her eyes were closed and she groaned, "Oh god, Rachel.... oh my god... oh... make me cum... make me cum, Rachel."
Rachel's free hand was at her own crotch, rubbing her clit hard. She wanted Monica to cum, but she couldn't help touching herself.
Her tongue was shooting in and out of Monica's box. Her partner was moaning loudly, just the way Rachel liked her.
"OOOOOhh... OHHHHhhhh... MMMMMMMmmm... oh, RAAACH... lick me... lick me Rach..."
Ross saw the look of ecstasy on his sister's face. He heard her sensual moaning. And part of him wanted to create that look and those moans.
Ross had been keeping himself right on the verge of ejaculation. He would masturbate hard and fast until he was almost there, then he'd back off and slowly stroke himself. Fondling his balls. Thinking about both women sucking on them. Then he'd start the cycle all over, watching his girlfriend going down on his sister.
Monica's mouth hung open as she reveled in Rachel's attention.
"I'm so close... I'm so close..." she whimpered.
Rachel stopped frigging herself and pushed the same finger inside her friend. Her mouth moved up to the swollen clit.
Monica gasped at all the sensations. Hot water flowing over her. Rachel's warm tongue throbbing on her clit. A finger rubbing deep inside her. Monica screamed as she came.
"OH! OHHHHHHHH!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!"
She squeezed her tits as Rachel sped up the finger-action. Monica's screams melded into moans.
"MMMMMmmmm... OOOOhhh... oh, fuck... ohhhh, fuck... oooohhh... ohhhh."
She caught her breath as the orgasm passed.
Monica dropped her feet to the floor of the tub as Rachel rose up to kiss her.
Ross was trying to recover some composure himself, sensing that the show wasn't over.
The girls stood giggling, almost as if Ross wasn't there. They replaced the shower massager and turned the main head back on.
As Rachel helped Monica rinse her back, she asked, "So now what, baby? Do you want to see her make me cum? Or do YOU want to make me cum?"
Then she paused before saying luridly," OR do you want to make Monica cum?"
"Rachel!" Monica exclaimed, gently slapping her roommate's shoulder, eliciting a laugh. "Ross doesn't want to fuck his own sister."
Even though deep down he felt otherwise, Ross took the obvious choice.
"I want..." he cleared his throat, "I want to watch Monica, um, lick you... and stuff."
"Good choice," Rachel winked.
She bent over the open end of the tub, placing her hands on the rim, and presented herself to Monica. She knelt behind Rachel and gently rubbed her clit and pussy lips.
Monica smiled at Ross and watched him as she pushed her finger into Rachel, producing a "mmmmm." She slowly finger-fucked her.
"Oh, yeah... yeah... like that... rub me slowly."
Monica complied, but periodically taunted her with her tongue.
"Oh, don't tease me," she whined, "Just do it. Lick me. Please."
Monica removed her finger and began lapping at Rachel's cunt. Water, beating down on Rachel's back, splashed off like a second shower on Monica's forehead and face.
Ross knew Rachel's look. He'd seen it many times before.
"Is... is she good... at, at that?" he asked quietly.
"Oh Ross," Rachel moaned, "she's VERY good at it."
Monica's little smile was hidden, but her eyes told Ross that the complement was appreciated.
Wet strands of hair clung to Rachel's face. Eyes closed, she groaned her approval.
"Ohhhh Mon.... OH MONICA! Oh like that... oh yes... yes, yes... MMMMMMMmmm."
Then she looked over at her boyfriend. His dick was dark pink from all the handling. But it was still very hard. Long. Throbbing. She wanted it.
"Ross, come here," she whimpered. He stood and moved in front of her. "Let me suck."
Ross put his cock inside Rachel's waiting mouth. She suckled on the head, softening the sound of her moans.
Monica did something particularly stimulating and Ross heard Rachel groan, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
He slowly began rocking his hips forward and back, fucking Rachel's mouth. She encouraged him with a muffled "mh hmm" and sucked each time he pulled back.
Monica saw this and started to tongue-fuck her with the same rhythm. Brother and sister, fucking both ends the woman, keeping in perfect sync.
Rachel had never felt this before and her mind took her ever closer to climax. She whined her excitement at being double-fucked.
Monica reached between Rachel's legs. She groped and caressed her hanging breast.
"MM! mh hmm... mh hmm..." came from Rachel.
Both could tell that Rachel was getting very close.
"Make her cum, Mon."
The siblings' eyes met and Ross knew that his sister had the same intent as himself.
With her hands on Rachel's hips, she picked up her pace. Ross held Rachel's head and matched Monica, thrust for thrust.
Rachel was whining as loudly as her filled mouth would allow. Her body was tense. Monica could tell that this would be very good.
Rachel's orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her knees buckled, but Monica steadied her. Yet she never stopped tonguing her.
Rachel's lips released and she groaned around Ross' cock.
He continued to fuck her mouth, more slowly though. Feeling her tongue and lower teeth rubbing on the bottom of his shaft. Hearing the unique semi-covered tone of her sounds. Seeing her brow furrowed in pleasure.
As Rachel's orgasm subsided, she weakly went to her knees in the end of the tub. Her lips were clamped around Ross's cock to keep it right where she wanted it.
Monica moved in behind her, snuggling her pussy against Rachel's ass. She kissed her shoulder and caressed her breasts as Rachel sucked off her brother.
Rachel removed her mouth, took hold of Ross's cock, and slowly stroked it.
"Wow, big boy, you've lasted a very long time tonight," she said. "I think you're ready for a little treat."
She gave Ross a couple quick sucks, pushing her lips down around his shaft, before resuming her strokes.
"Come on, baby... do you want to cum?"
Ross gave a groaned reply.
"Come for me, Ross... come for me... that's it... closer... closer..."
Ross knew that Rachel could be quite nasty when she wanted to, and it's one of the reasons he loved her.
"Think about tonight... seeing me wash Monica's body... watching me shave her... lick her... suck her... finger her pussy..."
All those images were clear in Ross's mind.
Monica rested her chin on Rachel's back, watching what was happening. And getting a little turned on again by Rachel's monologue.
"You liked seeing Monica caress my body, didn't you? Rubbing me... seeing her kneel in front of me... ready to lick... then watching her with her tongue inside me... ooo, Ross... it felt so good."
Ross was panting hard, looking down at Rachel and Monica.
"Cum for me, honey... I want it... I want you to cum on my face... can you do that? Can you cum?"
Ross could only nod. She was jacking him as hard as she saw him doing before.
"Yeah, baby, cum... let me have it... give it to me... all over me..."
Ross let go with a huge climax. He shot a big stream across Rachel's nose and forehead, and slightly in her hair.
Rachel was still masturbating him furiously, and a large stray spurt of cum went past her head and landed above Monica's upper lip.
Ross watched as, out of reflex, she licked it into her mouth. Their eyes locked with a wordless exchange. She looked down and kissed Rachel's shoulder again, slightly embarrassed, but secretly pleased with the random event.
Ross unloaded more onto Rachel's cheek and lips, before she leaned in to take the rest in her mouth. She sucked every drop out of Ross and he groaned at the way her sucking stimulated his spent cock.
When Ross was completely empty, Rachel smiled at him with a cum-adorned face.
"Why don't you wait in my bedroom, sweetie. Maybe we can play more, in a little while. I'm just gonna wash my face, k?" she said sweetly.
Ross smiled and moved to go, pulling up his pants. Monica stood quickly as he walked past.
"Wait... Ross..." He turned to her and she pulled him over to kiss him on the cheek.
Ross was extremely mindful that his semi-rigid cock was pressing into his sister's stomach. She tried to act unaware of it, smiling at him.
"Thanks, um... for being okay with this."
He smiled back. "Well, you mean the world to me, and I always want you to be happy."
They stared at each other for a few moments, Monica smiling and Ross fidgeting.
"I better go so you two can get ready for bed."
That night, Ross and Rachel made love with surprising passion. But his mind kept drifting to the woman in the other room. Recalling images of her body, sounds of her moans.
Somehow, Rachel could sense this, and she smiled each time the thought came to her. She would hold no jealousy toward them, if they ever...
Monica lay naked in her bed. Her fingertips went to the place on her upper lip. Monica touched where Ross' cum had landed. Wondering if Rachel had noticed that she didn't wash it away.
She still could taste it. Her tongue repeated the motion of licking it into her mouth, unconsciously wanting to find a bit more.
Then Monica gently masturbated until she fell asleep, listening to the erotic sounds through the wall. | literotica |
Title: Naí's First Experiences by Scan
Tags: Anal, First Time, M/M, Oral
\_This story is set in the nílan world, so the names are a bit strange. It's my first story here, so please gimme a feedback!
The author apologises for all grammar and spelling mistakes, which occured due to his stupidity\_
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Naí sighed as he went through the street, back to the males' bar. His tail was all sore, his fur was a mess. Girls smiled upon him. Oh, whoever's going to ask him now, he will deny.
Finally he arrived at the building. The first floor had no doors or windows, there was a second floor, he never knew what there was. It was his place, he will sit down there and wait for the next stolen girl with some stupid and painful kinks.
Two weeks ago he had arrived here, from another town in the desert. They were mostly the same, set close to some oil spots, or metal mines, or anything like that. Therefore, all the girls here were working hard, and they got strong over the years, very strong. Very strong, he had just realised what ten years in a mine could build on a female's arm.
He went into the almost empty room and sat down at the counter. Another male was already sitting there. Naí groaned as he sat down.
"Yeah, yeah, sometimes it's no pleasure at all..." the other male sighed.
"Take it easy, Naí," the girl at the counter said and put a glass in front of Naí, smiling.
"That girl was just... crazy..."
"Nah. There are worse," the other male said. "Scishkí. I'm Sóley."
"You know... you know what bothers me?"
"That they don't care about you in any way?" the girl behind the counter said. "I get that a lot."
"Hmm... yeah, the girls aren't nice at all..."
"Not all of them," the girl said and sipped on an own drink. "Mine are always nice."
"Naí, Naí, Naí, you need some relaxation. Maybe someone caring about you?" Suddenly Sóley smirked.
"What do you mean?" Naí asked bewildered.
"Pelín, say... remember room number three?"
"The reserved one? It's free, as always. Well, not always... oh, well, however, it's free right now. Wanna have the key?" Pelín smiled.
"Of course," Sóley said and took the key from Pelín's paw. "Let's go," he said, stood up, grabbed Naí's left paw and dragged him to the stairs. Pelín watched, not able to stop smirking.
So that was up here... some rooms. One was in use, loud groans came out of it. Probably a girl who had no room at home or not the right equipment or something. Naí was wondering what the other male was intending, with him, up there, as Sóley opened the room. "Go on in. Make yourself comfortable, take the pants off. I'll care about you."
"You mean..."
"Exactly. Don't be afraid, it's fun. And a lot better than to be with a girl peeing on you and denying you to cum." Sóley sighed as he closed the door. "Most of them just don't see that we also feel something. We're not mere sex toys."
"But... I don't know..."
"Relax." Sóley stepped closer to the bewildered guy. "Let me doing everything. You'll get your fun, I promise."
Naí didn't know why he just didn't say no. Was it curiosity? Or the prospect of finally being the one who is important? He just didn't know. He let it come over him. What could happen in the worst case?
Sóley embraced Naí's body, stroking his back tenderly. His paws moved up and down, giving Naí a long missed feeling. One paw moved up with soft strokes, the other one down. As his left paw arrived at Naí's neck, Sóley moved closer and licked over the other boy's nose. The right paw stroked over the beginning of Naí's tail, which was still sore. "Could you be careful down there...?" Naí whispered.
"No worries," Sóley said and licked over his nose again. "There's a bed... why don't you lie down?"
Naí made some steps backwards and felt the bed behind him. He let himself fall onto it, into the very soft and wonderful pillows, and smiled up to Sóley. "What are you going to do with me?"
Sóley bent over and put one finger in front of Naí's muzzle. "Sh... no more words now..." He moved down to Naí's pants, opened the buttons and pulled it off. Then Sóley did the same with his own pants. "Probably no girl ever cared enough about you to do this." He bent down again.
Sóley's face moved up Naí's legs, to his thighs, to his crotch. He nuzzles tenderly the furry balls to get the already growing cock bigger. He licked Naí's scrotum tenderly, then he moved up, to the now full erect and throbbing cock of Naí. His tongue ran up the piece of meat, up, up to the head of it. He licked again and again and heard Naí's first groans.
Sóley smiled. Pre-cum already? He just licked it off. Tasty... anyway. His lips embraced the member, tight, very tight. Then he moved down his head, let his soft tongue rub against the shaft. His ears perked satisfied as he heard another, louder groan from the owner of the cock. Sóley moved his head up again, stimulating the shaft carefully.
This was repeated several times, every time Naí was groaning louder and louder. Then Naí took a deep breath. "I... am... gonna... gonna... cum..." And he did. Right into Sóley's unprepared throat, who hadn't expected it to happen that soon. Pity actually. And he was forced to cough, spitting some semen over Naí's belly.
"You alright?" Naí asked.
"Yeah... yeah..." He moved up and connected his cum covered muzzle with Naí's. "Completely alright..." He embraced him again. "Liked it..."
"Hmmm... stósh..." Naí felt Sóley's big penis pressing against his belly. "How... can I give it back...?"
Sóley smiled. "One moment." Sóley stood up. "Don't run away."
"Won't." Naí was too curious to even move a tiny bit.
Sóley was looking for something special. In a drawer, he found the tube of lubricant he was looking for. "Can you imagine what's about to happen?"
"I can... most girls hate it..."
"Well, if you don't..."
"I'm in the mood for trying it. Come on, I'm slowly stiffening again."
Quickly Sóley pressed some lubricant out of the tube and covered his member. Then he turned to Naí.
"Is it gonna hurt...?" Naí asked as he suddenly saw Sóley's big cock, bigger than his own.
"I will be very careful," Sóley tried to calm the other guy. "Really." He bent over Naí once more.
Subconsciously, Naí had dragged his knees to his chest, giving the other male free access to his tail hole. He closed his eyes and waited for Sóley to continue. Yes, a little bit he was scared, he had never done this before, he only heard that some girls like it but always mentioned the pain of the very first time.
He felt Sóley's cock touching the area over his tail. He felt the sensation of a touch, close to his tail hole, closer, closer. "Ready?" Naí nodded with closed eyes. Now he just wanted it to happen.
Slowly, very slowly, the head of the shaft was moving into the hole, meant to be an exit, not and entrance for pleasure. It didn't hurt yet, but it made Naí groan. Then the big piece of male flesh was moving further. The two males were moaning together now while Sóley was pushing himself further and further, but very slowly and carefully.
Now the pain started, a single tear left Naí's right eye, but he was able to take it. He could feel the cock in him, the blood pumping through it, the movement. It was pressing against some inner parts Naí had never known of.
Sóley thought he was deep enough now, deeper would get Naí, who was completely unused to this, into trouble, although Sóley had still a bit left. For a split second they looked into each other's eyes, then smiled.
Naí and Sóley groaned together as the cock was moving out a bit again. The hole was very tight, Sóley twitched with every movement, very close to coming. But he held it back. He thrust forward, Naí's leg moved and he groaned out lout as the cock pressed against his prostate. His eyes went wide. "Again!" he groaned out loud.
Sóley did so. Once, twice. Three times. More and more thrusts, every single one brining hot pain and sweet pleasure to Naí's mind, he let it all come, flood him. He didn't hold back, he expressed his feelings with loud moans, then screams and finally his cock spurted out its white semen, far over his stomach until up to his chest.
Only some seconds later, Naí felt something warm spurting against his insides as well, Sóley was coming with a loud groan. He let it all out and sighed finally.
Panting he dragged his softening cock out of Naí carefully. Naí, also huffing, looked up. Sóley, exhausted now, let himself fall into the pillows next to Naí. The other male turned, embraced Sóley now and licked his nose.
"That was nice..." Naí said. "We will continue that later..."
"Yes... I hope so..." Sóley smiled weakly.
They embraced each other tighter, licking over the other one's neck, stroking their backs, and fell slowly asleep. | FSE |
Title: A Real Challenge by Runa
Tags: Extreme insertion, Female, Gryphon, Horse, Horse Cock, Hyper, M/F, Stallion, sizeplay
A Real Challenge
The panting and heavy-breathing gryphoness looks down at her equine partner for a moment before letting a smile spread across her beak.
"What's the look for?" the stallion asks his petite partner.
She chuckles gently, blinking seductively. "I accept your challenge."
Rannik nickers gently as he smiles, placing his massive hands on the female's hips, looking over her body to see his engorged shaft rubbing against her rump cheek and tail, the engorged flare drooling beads of precum down her back. "Big words for such a small pussy."
"Just watch me." The dwarfed gryphoness assures the stud as she leans forward, feeling his meaty length slide down her backside. She reaches back to cup his massive flare in her palm as she guides it to the underside of her tail. She can feel the warmth from the stallion sending tingles up her spine as she tenses up, her tail pressing the moist tip against her pucker. "Ooooh!" she gasps as Rannik smiles.
"You're gonna have to try harder than-" Rannik starts, but is cut off by a sudden burst of pressure on his length.
She grinds her hips as she pushes backwards, feeling the gently tapered helmet of flesh press into her cunny. She was moist and eager to feel it inside her, so her nethers were slick and red with tenderness even without having been penetrated. She used one hand to make sure her partner's equipment wasn't bent in the process as she reared back, arching her back and raising her tail.
Much to Rannik's surprise, he could feel her meaty lips peeling back to expose her velvety slit. Every tensing of her muscles felt like a juicy kiss on the end of his cock, urging him to push back. He lays his hands back on her hips, wrapping his massive fingers around her rump to spread her cheeks apart, opening her slit further to allow more of her velvety folds to press against the crook of his cock.
"Oh!" she cooed as her oasis-blue eyes rolled back in her head. She could feel him applying pressure, his monstrous cock forcing her walls to part. She tensed up and pushed down, her canal clamling down as the limb-thick rod ploughed through her. She threw her head back and took in a deep breath, relishing the throbbing member that pulsed inside her. She could feel the bumpy ridge of his flare dragging along her velvety walls as she pushed back as far as she could go.
Rannik's massive cock was cozy and snug in the gryphoness's stretched pussy, but his instincts took over, urging him to get a tighter grip on her rump and thrust upwards. He grunted as his member forced its way through her, eventually hitting a firm wall, stopping him from going deeper. He could feel his ring rubbing against the gryph-mare's tender lips as he thrust; he wanted to go deeper, but found he couldn't hold back any longer.
Ceylon screeched, her beak hanging open and tongue lolling out as she felt his massive flare expand within her, the rounded tip snugly comfortable against her deepest depths, the warm spurts of cum splattering against her canal walls. She curled her toes and arched her back, grinding down on the shaft to get the most out of the sensations before it softened and pulled itself out. She felt like she'd been spread open by an elephant, and she loved every minute of it.
Rannik let out a deep grunt as he felt his flare slipping out of the gryph, the engorged rim gliding along her smooth, velvety walls before slipping out with a pop, a burst of cum streaming out of her and onto his belly. He laid back, muzzle agape as he took in a deep breath to sample the mixture of aromas, but Ceylon wasn't done with him yet.
The gryphoness grabbed a hold of Rannik's beaded mane and looked him in the eyes. "Don't think you're through yet, stud, I still have holes to please." She gave his soft muzzle a lick and leaned back, rubbing the underside of her tail on the bulging, moist mound of flesh that was his almost sheathed cock.
He knew what to do.
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Rannik hadn't yet grown soft from post climax bliss, and as soon as he felt the female gryphon's tender pucker rubbing against his shrinking flare, he felt the blood rushing back to his crotch, re-inflating his member to full girth in seconds! The pressure from his growing cock actually forced his partner forward on his belly, as her hole hadn't yet stretched enough to accommodate him.
"Nnnngf!" She grunted as she pushed back, tightening her legs around his waist an using his arms as leverage. She could feel the massive rod push into her rump, forcing the flesh to press into her body, but the hole didn't give and it didn't slide over the stallion's member.
"You sure you can make it, dear?" Rannik asked, concerned. He wanted to help, but didn't want to hurt her.
Ceylon smiled at him and grabbed his hand, putting it on her shoulder. "Just help me push, you know I can do it!" She lowered her tail just a bit to keep the girthy shaft angled perfect, the roundest part of his tip right on the middle of her pucker.
"Um, okay then." He cracked out. He was so worried about her, but the idea of having her flesh wrapped tightly around his stallionhood was too much to pass up, so he closed his eyes, tensed up his muscles, and pushed down on both of her shoulders as she leaned back.
"NNNNGF!" she growled as she felt the tapered cocktip forcing itself into her. Her flesh slowly parted, letting the curved tip of the horse's length rubbing against her velvety insides, but then pull away. "Hey!" she whined.
"What? I didn't want to hurt you!"
"It doesn't hurt, hun, it feels wonderful. Just push till you're in, mmkay?" She cooed and stroked the underside of his fuzzy, soft chin. "If it hurts I'll let you know."
"How? By clawing my chest up?"
She smiled but didn't say a word, rearing back on his member again as she began to purr. This time his thickness pushed into her somewhat easily. The rounded tip spread her pucker open to tickle her pink, the pressure on Rannik's cock forcing it to bend slightly. She had to relax, to take in a few breaths for one strong push.
Rannik grunted and applied pressure to her shoulders, forcing her down on his cock. He could feel his length bending under the pressure, but his cumslit was kissing at her rump and he couldn't wait any longer. With one powerful push and thrust, he felt the nubbed rim of his flare force its way past her pucker, letting the first inches of his massive member slide in easily.
She squealed in delight as she felt him pierce her rump, his girthy shaft going in with a wet slide, the head expanding inside her and sucking him in to his middle ring. She could feel his girth pulsing with every heartbeat, the pressure forcing a trickle of cum to slide out her puffy, tender pussy and onto Rannik's belly. "oooooooohhhh!" she moaned as she exhaled. "So...filling."
Rannik smiled, knowing his partner was enjoying herself. "You like that?" He asked, then put his hands back on her hips, thrusting gently up into her. His massive cock only slid a few inches with every bucking of his hips, but with her flesh stretched out as much as it was, the pressure and friction felt like a full thrust. He could feel her skin tensing and clenching up on his rod with each breath.
"Oh skies...." She whispered as she leaned back, riding the stallion true cowgirl style. There was a noticeable bulge in her belly as his enormous erection swelled inside her. She could feel his flare getting slightly bigger with each thrust, and she knew that her relatively tight rump would bring this stallion to climax quickly. More of the equine's seed dribbled out her cunny and onto his member, lubing him up as he thrust with shallow pumps.
Rannik could barely hold back. Her tender anal flesh was stretched thin, wrapped tight around his girth. Like a stallion, he couldn't help but push in deeper, holding her hips to push her down, hoping to bury himself to the hilt. She didn't seem to mind.
She bounced up and down, feeling the stallion's cock pushing against her insides, swelling her with horse meat and juices. She pulled off so only his head was resting in the insides of her hole, then dropped down hard, feeling every inch of him slip through her hole, almost down to his sheathe and balls. Up and down she went, slowly turning around so that her back was facing Rannik's belly. She used her added leverage to bounce more, spinning back and forth a few inches with each thrust, using her hole to massage his every inch.
"Damn...girl..." Rannik panted in between thrusts as his hips rushed up to meet the underside of her tail. He glanced down to see that the friction that was caused with every pullout resulted in some of her pink inner flesh would unfold outwards, exposing itself to the air. He didn't mind. In fact it turned him on more.
It wasn't long before Ceylon felt the flare balloon out like a true feral, the oblong rim of it creating a crease in her belly as the entire length pulsed rhythmically, muscular tensions coaxing every bit of cum he had left in him to erupt into her, splashing against her walls, filling her up. As the member deflated inside her, she could feel the fluids replacing flesh against her insides. Rannik took her by the hips and rolled over onto his side, panting heavily as his cock slowly pulled itself out.
Just as they were about to share an intimate nuzzle, still locked together by his flare, there was a knock at the door before it swung open, revealing yet another welcome addition to the party... | FSE |
It was too good to be true, but then again, so had the original product been, and now look at her. Anyone with half a brain would’ve told her that she’d been ripped off, but they weren’t the ones who dominated an entire city just by standing up, now were they? They weren’t the ones whose bodies had become a thing of dreams and fantasies; she was. And as the nascent, budding goddess of that world, she decreed that she was going to get more of that transformative substance! It didn’t do anything, her declaring it didn’t suddenly and magically make more of it appear in front of her, but it sounded nice and imperious, plus it served to focus her back on the task at hand, which had slipped her mind almost completely thanks to her growth-induced rampage; granted, the destruction wasn’t about to halt just because Xili now knew where to go, and if anything, it would only get worse since she now had a goal in mind, rather than merely wanting to flail about in an uncoordinated fashion.
She was no longer “merely” dragging herself along, becoming heavier with each step, multiplying her assets whenever her arousal reached a high-enough point; now she knew where to go, instinctively as well, as if the location of the storage warehouse had been burned into her mind after using the product. Alternatively, it could be that she’d read the information on the bottle and it told her where it was manufactured, and it just so happened that she actually knew the place, it having taken her this long for her subconscious processes to make the connections… but no, that couldn’t be it; she was a goddess! She was a goddess, and as a goddess this meant that if she wanted to know anything, it would be provided to her by the universe at large; the fact that most of her wants and desires weren’t merely being manifested into reality was purely a consequence of her not wielding her powers to their fullest extent, nothing else.
It couldn’t be that she was just a regular feline, a perfectly normal dracat-chee who just so happened to stumble onto a growth agent masquerading as body wash; that’d be too mundane, too predictable, too… pedestrian. There had to be a better explanation, a narrative that Xili could weave around herself that would satisfy not only her immense desire for growth, but also the need for divinity that had begun to sprout within her ever since she decided that she had earned the right to be overwhelmingly massive; it didn’t exactly matter if it was true or not, just as long as it was convenient and it did what it had to do, making it, unsurprisingly, easy for the dracat to convince herself that everything happening to her was taking place because it had been ordained, and her godlike self was merely imposing itself on reality after an entire lifetime of being suppressed.
In fact, the only reason why she didn’t go the extra mile to start believing it was actually perfectly normal and she was designed to be that way were the many buildings she had to stomp on in order to get to her destination; hard to reconcile the idea that she’d always been a goddess of immense caliber with a planet that was clearly not prepared to handle her at her most aroused, but that was perfectly fine in her book. Having grown into a deity was, in many respects, far better than merely having been one all along; it denoted power, status, and above all, a sense of accomplishment at having achieved that which so many others had dreamed of for centuries, millenia even. Let the occasional cultist leader convince themselves that they could elevate their soul to the heavens on death to become some sort of worship-based entity, she had herself, right there, in that moment, for everyone to see; why should anyone bother with hymns or songs, with tithes and oddly-worded contracts, when they could just look up and behold her? When they could very easily get up on their two feet and walk to their new goddess, to be blessed with an everlasting existence of purest bliss?
Sure, she was moving too quickly for anyone to catch up to her, and even if they did, they could only climb the colossal number of nuts that Xili was dragging behind her, leaving the poor things to fight against the musk and the quake-inducing churning of cum, but at least that was better than nothing. At least she was there, giving her supplicants a chance at a better state of being, even if the dracat wasn’t exactly thinking about it too much; it was a given, a constant that had become part of her new life, and one that the big cat didn’t care enough to pay much mind to. Maybe someone would climb onto her, maybe they wouldn’t, but at the end of the day, as long as they didn’t actively hinder her pursuit of higher, better girths, then she couldn’t really care less; this went double once she actually spotted where all the body wash was being produced: some random factory out in the industrial area a couple of miles away from the suburbs where all the blue-collar workers congregated to lead their little lives, working from nine to five doing something that, to them, was utterly meaningless.
If only they knew, if only they were aware of what their labour had achieved; they weren’t just bottling shampoo, they weren’t just synthesizing a random product to be put on a shelf so that no one could give a rat’s ass about the people who worked tirelessly, day and night, to produce it. No, they had birthed a goddess, and through their actions they glorified the world, glorified Xili, glorified existence itself by fashioning a deity out of a previously unassuming nobody… and for that, they had to be rewarded.
The dracat was immensely giddy at the prospect of giving those hard-working laborers what they “deserved”, that being her form crashing through their workplace and promptly smothering them in cockflesh; if they knew what was good for them, they’d hold on for dear life and never let go, for those who succeeded in maintaining their grip would be rewarded with yet more physical contact. It would be intoxicating, far more powerful than any drug could ever hope to be; just being near the chee would be enough to set off a serotonin storm that was sure to leave even the most curmudgeonly of old grumps gleefully giggling like a mindless lunatic as they quickly stripped down to their birthday suit, all of it a desperate effort to spread the infectious carnal joy that they were experiencing to the rest of their bodies. They would lose track of time, for they would want for nothing: no sleep would be required, for they would be in a near-perpetual fugue state, no food or water thanks to the waterfalls of milk coming from each of the dracat’s teats, no sun needed due to the radiance and warmth warmth from the giantess herself.
With none of these mundane concerns there to help the little ones keep track of when time passed, with no day or night or anything else to let them keep a tight schedule, they would never again know the outside world; nothing but Xili, forever, in every direction, guaranteed to become even more as the dracat continued to grow far in excess than what she had any real need for. This was what was on her mind when she approached the factory, by that point sweating like an open faucet thanks to the sheer effort required to pull her enormous body over to her destination; all she could think to do was lie back and allow herself to fall on the titanic pile of cum factories behind her, but that had to be postponed. She could do that later, after she blessed those responsible for making her what she was, and, most importantly, after she took as much of the growth shampoo as possible and just threw it on herself.
The chee wasn’t looking to take another bath (at least not one that didn’t involve milk and cum in equal measure), nor did she feel like wasting time applying the shampoo combo to her fur in the way that it was “supposed” to; rather, her intention was to hoist up the holding tanks and let their contents flow down onto her, leaving her smeared from top to bottom in the selfsame substance that had triggered her initial size spurt to begin with. It was a cunning plan, a masterful plan, and above all, a flawless plan; surely, nothing could go wrong, and even if it did, the dracat figured she could fix it on the fly. Sadly, the little ones down below didn’t seem to be so convinced of this themselves; rather than kneeling down and praying to the encroaching goddess, they apparently decided they should try and run away from her at top speed, some of them even getting in their cars in their mad dash to get some distance.
Did they not know that she wasn’t there to kill them? To end them? Did they, perchance, think that she was a dissatisfied customer who wanted to make a complaint? Granted, Xili could imagine why that last one might be a thought that would cross management’s mind, but surely no one would be so brazen as to even suggest a perfect being such as the dracat would ever even so much as dare to think about complaining about her size! Surely, they must all understand that what she wanted the most was to just keep growing, to keep getting bigger and fuller and more overwhelmingly titanic, until the world itself began to look insignificantly tiny next to her; surely, they had to understand that running away would be pointless, even on a practical level, seeing as she’d already made it that far.
Getting in a car would do nothing… but clearly, some of them needed to be reminded of this, prompting Xili to lean over and smack one of her hands directly on top of the one exit the compound had, coincidentally smashing through most of the factory floor with several of her dicks as she did so, and quite fortuitously smushing her colossal mammaries against the ground at the same time. There was some screaming, some panicking, and a few voices loudly suggested that they should be calling the military to help deal with this “thing”... and that hurt Xili. More than anything else, it hadn’t been the running away or obvious fear that left her feeling downtrodden, but being referred to as a “thing”; she was a goddess, damnit, and a magnificent one at that, how dare those little things refer to her in such a manner?!
Why, she had half a mind to not extend the offer of life everlasting to the ones who dared use such expressions, but as the initial reaction faded and the dracat’s anger gave way to the more reasonable side of her mind, she had to admit that it was… well, not reasonable, but at least expectable for those in the workers’ position to be so terrified of that which they didn’t understand that they would employ such terms. It wasn’t every day that people got to see a goddess in the flesh, after all, so some leeway should definitely be given, even if Xili wasn’t that keen on doing so; besides, they would all succumb to her anyway, so why bother wasting time being mad at someone when she knew they’d turn around of their own (debatably) free will eventually?
Best if she just put on a smile, turned to face the crowd gathered outside the ruined factory, and try to make it known that she meant no harm; rather, that she was determined to be as helpful as possible in this transition, even if it meant taking time out of her very busy schedule to help get people up to speed on the whole “you are now the worshipper of a massive skyscraper-sized chee” thing. In fact, just saying it like that, even in her head, let Xili know how absurd it was to expect people to just… fall in line. They still should, but at least it wasn’t that awful of a transgression when they didn’t.
Nevertheless, it was important that her little ones quickly learn that their place was beside their goddess; not under, even if that would be fine, but at her side, for Xili’s intention was to elevate everyone else alongside herself. Not in terms of size, obviously, that’d be ridiculous; only she was allowed to be so gargantuan, only she had the permission to become something akin to a titaness of legend, even if a very lewd, excessively well-endowed one. No, they would be with her in spirit, metaphorically even, experiencing an eternity of bliss and happiness and joy and whatever else they could think of that would get her some more of that growth agent.
Thoughts were hard, especially when the chee had that extra voice in the back of her head nagging her to stop thinking and to start doing, one that she had to battle against with her still very real desire not to hurt anyone in the process of growing any larger. Such conflicts were moot, however, because mere seconds after the dracat burst through most of the factory with her many rods, she realized something important: if that complex was used to manufacture the body wash that had made her grow in the first place, then surely this meant that by throwing all of her weight at it in the way that she did would have completely destroyed the source… but not the material. Opening a bottle by literally smashing it open didn’t get rid of its contents, merely spread them all over, which could only mean that the oddly cool sensations that had been creeping up cocks and portions of breastflesh exposed to the ruins of the factory had to be… yes, yes, they had to! How silly of her to assume that she could just barge in like that and not have the universe hand a victory to her on a silver platter!
Xili was beside herself with excitement, completely forgetting about keeping the parking lot blocked when she heaved herself back up onto a sitting position, eager to find out if her suspicions were correct: lo and behold, there was something chilly, smooth, and most definitely syrupy running down the front of her many busts and down the lengths of her multiple shafts, a substance that, when the chee took her hands to it, was immediately recognizable as the same one that started her rampage in the first place. Just like that, the giantess’ aims were shifted away once again, with any concern she might’ve had for her supplicants vanishing into the aether to make way for yet more size lust, yet more desire to grow; all the dracat could do was run her hands all over herself, trying her best to get the shampoo-body wash combo over as much as her form as she could, just like back at home in the shower, in the hopes of triggering a growth spurt unlike any other.
If she ever ran out of the stuff, all it took would be dipping her hands into the wreckage of the factory, and after all the rubble was blown away, all that was left was the growth agent, sticking to her hands in the most satisfactory way imaginable; much like it had previously, the body wash vanished almost instantly after making contact with her fur, so much so that, by that point, Xili was convinced that her body actually was directly absorbing it, as that was the only explanation that made the slightest, even if slimmest, amount of sense. But such distinctions were ultimately meaningless, since the whole point of getting to where she was had been to reach the source of her growth, and now that she had, it was so, so easy to let go and imagine herself as she would be in just a few seconds’ time… so easy, in fact, that Xili completely forgot that her initial spurt of size hadn’t been global and proportional; with her head stuck in the clouds, beset by growth fantasies that, for most other people, would be little more than dreams, the chee had completely missed the fact that the shampoo had only ever given her more cock and balls, and literally nothing else.
She only had bigger, more numerous tits because she drank of her own seed, and her body was only as big as it was in general due to the effects of the creamy milk she had consumed with such enthusiasm, what felt like years before. The actual growth agent itself, though the catalyst for everything that happened afterwards, had only left her heavier between the legs, nothing more… a reality that Xili was about to become deeply acquainted with after she ran out of the stuff. It was a testament to how far gone the dracat was that she didn’t once consider the possibility that the shampoo factory wasn’t a bottomless pit, and that she wouldn’t be capable of just dipping her hands into its destroyed husk to retrieve more of the delicious growth agent for all of eternity. Thus, when she kept digging in the rubble and returned dry every single time, her mind took a while to process what was happening, just enough time for the gel to work its magic in exactly the same way it had before; it was nothing if not wholly predictable, which just made Xili’s complete lack of preparedness all the more obvious.
The dracat yelped when she felt her eight cumtanks begin to swell with renewed strength, bloating outwards with a speed that the chee had not once considered possible; within moments, she was stranded atop them, unable to even so much as move her legs, lest she end up rubbing her nuts too much and cause a flood… not that this would change much, seeing as she was already in full flow from her double tri-cocks, but at least it would help to mitigate things somewhat, for a given value of “mitigate”, at least. It was hard to hold back the rising tide when the collective sum total of all the waters in the ocean came crashing down upon the shore, and that was exactly how Xili felt every time she made the slightest effort to contain her newest growth spurt; past a certain point, she couldn’t even figure out why she was doing it beyond a vague notion of it feeling better whenever she pretended not to want it, a role to play that the dracat would have to figure out with some heavy-duty self-reflection later.
For the time being, not only were her cum factories swelling at an alarming rate, reaching near double their previous size in under a minute, but her dicks too were becoming difficult to manage; six rods, each of which were big enough on their own to rival skyscrapers for size and volume (if not for mass, where Xili’s cocks were clearly the victors), and yet somehow such measurements seemed so puny compared to the sort of distances that were involved in this new body of hers. All of her shafts raced towards the sky, gaining foot after foot of length, so quickly and unexpectedly that the only reason the dracat didn’t immediately topple backwards from the sudden expansion were the many cumtanks she was sitting on, keeping her at least somewhat stable in between all the madness… even if just physically.
For each moment that passed, her new size left her previous one in the dust, more and more of the city around her vanishing underneath the relentless onslaught of her expanding form, entire blocks destroyed in the blink of an eye by fractions of single nuts, while the deluge of precum pouring down from her rods from up above reached terminal velocity and left deep impact marks on the ground whenever the globs smashed against it. And yet, this wasn’t Xili’s main concern; she knew, on some deep, instinctual level, that anyone caught in her maddening growth burst would be safe, just as long as they opened themselves to her and clung on for dear life. She knew, even if she wasn’t certain how, that none would be hurt in her ascension, as she was a gentle, caring goddess, and would never allow anyone to come to harm under her watch.
No, her problem was that the pressure she was feeling inside of her two sheaths had begun to rise again, even beyond the amount already reserved by the rest of her size spurt, in exactly the sort of way that she had quickly learned meant that a multiplication was about to occur. The chee didn’t even want to look down; she knew, in her heart of hearts, that if she dared to observe the process as it unfolded, it would permanently scar her, turning her into a mindless breeding drone whose only purpose in life would be to hump at thin air in a vain attempt at satisfying urges that no one on the planet would be capable of helping her with… well, unless she used the planet itself, but then again, the dracat wasn’t in the business of cracking inhabited homeworlds, nor did she feel like wasting such a perfect opportunity to establish herself as a goddess in her own right.
No, she just sat there, eyes closed, hands firmly holding onto two of her many tits; they were gone, all the way up to their wrists, sunken into plush, sloshing breastflesh, grasping at the milky orbs hard enough for their claws to sink into their skin, but it wasn’t painful; why, it barely even registered next to the unfathomable amount of pressure coming from further down below, from where Xili assumed she was growing a whole bouquet of cocks, where everything was so terrible, yet so grand, so magnificent, that the giantess truly believed that she was going to pop. Hell, she was going to tear open like an overstuffed turkey, she was sure of it, for nothing in existence could withstand that level of stretching and come out of it better off for it, not even herself.
She earnestly, truly believed this, and kept believing it even through the multiplication itself, even when her sheaths began to engorge further and widen to make way for the new sets of rods, and especially through the agonizing moments where the tips of her shafts poked out from the darkness within, revealing that each of her two arrangements of lengths were now arranged in a near-perfect hexagonal pattern, with her duo of sheats bearing fruit to hold six cocks each! It was an almost absurd number, and certainly not one that she could ever put to use on any hyper that she’d ever heard of, but when she finally opened her eyes, when she saw what had happened to herself… Xili smiled.
It was a broken smile, one that denoted more of a mental crack than it did anything remotely resembling mirth, but a smile nonetheless, as the dracat’s mind struggled to comprehend just what in blazes she was looking at: twelve dicks. Twelve. Two were too many, six were perfect, and now… now she didn’t have words to explain what it was she was feeling. Something beyond bliss? A sensation that transcended her mind’s ability to share it with someone else? A fundamentally personal journey, one that began and ended in the same moment in time, that started with her seeing her newest numbers of rods and reached its conclusion with her acceptance of the excess, even if she didn’t quite know what to make of it. She would flood the world, that much was certain, and would do so gladly, without even thinking too much about it; she would thrust once and create sonic shockwaves, capable of traversing thousands of miles, and not even realize what she had done. But above all, she would do so much more than that.
Because she wasn’t done growing. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Chronicles of Elysium City - My Fantasy Mistress #1: Welcome Home, Mistress. by foxykarol
Tags: Bondage, Domination/Submission, Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Master/Pet, Other/Herm, Spanking
*This story is dedicated to my mistress, who takes me to the dark places within myself and keeps me safe in hir arms as I grow to suit hir desires. If you like or dislike this story, please comment on it! I want to improve!*
My Fantasy Mistress By karolina
I wait on my knees at the door for you. I've been waiting for the past 10 minutes. A thrill rushes through me when I hear your car pull up to the garage, the motor purring as you slow to a stop. The tag on my collar rustles as I smooth my fur down, making sure I look neat before you open up the door. As you enter, I lower my eyes down to your feet, tails held still. I murmur "Hello, Mistress," and purr softly as you scritch me behind my ears in greeting. You smile down at me and place your finger under my chin and lift it, giving me permission to stand up. I slowly get to my feet and you tug gently on the steel loop attached to my collar, directing me to follow you.
I stumble a little as a walk, my legs stiff and numb from kneeling for so long, but I quickly recover and follow you into the main room. Once more, you direct my by my collar to move in front of you and I do so, once again lowering my eyes. I blush and smile as you question me.
"What did you do today, pet?"
"I cleaned the den as you instructed, Mistress. I changed the sheets and made the bed. And I scrubbed the bathroom till everything sparkled. The kitchen is clean as well, and dinner is prepared for you to eat as well." You nod and smile and I feel a rush of pride, happy that I pleased you, and you smile in return.
"Take my top off, pet."
I blush, my ears turning pink as I slowly lift my paws to the ties around the back of your neck. I tug gently, untying the knot that keeps your halter stretched over your breasts and murr softly as it falls away. My paws slide tenderly down your sides as I undo the second knot just under your chest. My paws quickly catch your top before it falls and I fold it quickly, holding it in my hands to keep from reaching out and touching your breasts. You take the halter from me and smile, lifting up my chin so I can look into your eyes. I blush again, my heart racing as your touch excites me, making my tails twitch. Your voice is soft and tender as you gaze over me.
"I require draining, pet."
I nod and smile, tails twitching excitedly as I follow you to the couch. You sit down first, then nod to the cushion beside you, telling me where you wish me to be. I take my place, eyes shining with anticipation as you wrap your arms around me and guide me down to your breasts. "Thank you, Mistress," I say softly as I smile, closing my eyes and taking your nipple into my mouth. I flick my tongue gently over the sensitive nub of flesh, teasing it erect before I start to suck. Your soft moan is music to me as your warm milk starts to flow into my muzzle. I murr at the sweet flavor that pours over my tongue and I work my mouth more, desperate to keep the taste on my tongue. The milk slides down my throat and into my belly, warming me from within. My other paw is cupped around your free breast as I suckle, tails wagging with happiness as I nurse.
You tap my shoulder gently, letting me know to switch to the other nipple. I open my eyes and smile up at you as I shift my head over, taking your breast into my paw and bringing it up to my muzzle, kissing the pink button of your nipple before I put it inside my mouth, suckling once more. The rush of warm, sweet milk sends my heart racing, heating me from within and I close my eyes with pleasure, sucking hungrily on your nipple. But all too soon, you tap me on my shoulder again as your milk runs dry. I quickly pull my muzzle away, giving your tender nipple a farewell kiss as I sit back up. My ears droop as I see the frown on your face and I look down to see what has displeased you so. I whimper and blush with embarrassment and try to cover my growing erection. But my large, thick shaft is too big to hide behind my paws. "I, I'm sorry, Mistress," I whisper, but the damage is done.
"You fucking cunt!"
You jerk on my collar roughly this time, your gentleness evaporated as you pull me down over your lap. You growl with displeasure and the depth of your anger frightens me. I tremble on your strong thighs, ears laid down tightly against my hair as your harsh voice growls with barely controlled fury.
"You will be punished for your lack of control, bitch."
You jerk my tails over my back, exposing the creamy white fur that covers my ass. I whimper, squirming on your thighs, my cock pressed painfully into my stomach. I ask you for forgiveness, but you don't answer. I feel you shift and I close my eyes to brace myself, but it doesn't help. I let out a loud yelp as your hand smacks into my flesh, making my ass clench up under the impact. You growl again and I close my eyes, whimpering softly with fear.
"I don't like your ass being tense when I spank you, bitch. This will earn you more."
I blush, whimpering as I force my tight muscles to relax. Your paw slaps into my rump over and over, making me yelp and whimper as the impacts spread a delicious heat through my ass. I squirm on your legs, moaning as your thighs rub against my trapped cock. You feel me move and you smirk, suspecting that your hard touch has excited me even further. You confirm your thoughts with a single touch to the tender lips of my pussy, your fingers coming away glistening with the juices of my arousal. You smile down at me rubbing your wet fingers together.
"Has my naughty pet learned hir lesson?"
I nod, keeping my eyes lowered. "Yes, mistress. I have, Mistress." You nod and tug gently on my collar again, pulling me off your lap and down to my knees. You reach into your pocket and pull out a leash, attaching it to the steel ring. You get to your feet and walk to the kitchen where you dinner is waiting for you and I follow on my knees, crawling behind you as the leash tugs on my collar.
The warm meal on the table fills the room with its savory scent, making my mouth water as you lead me. I take my place at your side, my warm and tender ass resting on my heels as you sit down. I squirm a bit on my knees as you start to eat. But I keep my eyes downward.
"Mmmmm.. This is excellent, pet. Thank you."
You say. And my heart lifts inside my chest from your praise and I smile, tails wagging behind me happily. You raise my chin with a finger and tell me to open my mouth. A warm piece of spiced meat is placed on my tongue and I murr with gratitude as I chew and swallow. "Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome, pet."
I smile again as you call me that, so happy that I am yours. I was lost and alone when you caught me trying to break into your house. I was starving, desperate, and almost dead. My previous owner had abandoned me and left me to die. You took me in and gave me a home once more. It was months later when you offered me a place at your side as your pet, and I accepted. You were so kind and loving to me. I took your collar with pride and have been under your care for almost a year now.
The sound of your throat clearing calls me out of my thoughts and draws my attention back to you. You wait patiently, holding another bite of meat to my lips. I blush and open my mouth, murmuring my thank you before eating.
You proceed with your meal, feeding me pieces of meat every few minutes. Once your plate is clear, you stand from the table and walk away. As soon as you leave the kitchen, I take your plate and lick it clean, washing it with my tongue before putting it in the sink. Then I follow you out of the kitchen to the bedroom, crawling on my knees once more.
You are waiting for me at the side of the bed, tapping your foot impatiently, your features drawn down into a frown. My ears lay down as I see your expression and I lower my eyes once more to your feet. You bring a long piece of rope from behind your back and nod to the bed. I slowly crawl up onto the mattress, feeling my body flush with excitement as you join me. The black silk sheets are cool and soft against my warm fur. I blush as you take my arm and roughly jerk it behind me, tying a loop of rope around my wrist. A soft whimper escapes my lips as you bind my other arm as well, my wrists clasped together in the middle of my back. You push between my shoulders and I loose my balance, gasping as my breasts are pushed hard into the bed. I murr softly as your gentle hand caresses over my ass, squeezing my toned muscles in your strong fingers.
"My slut has such a beautiful ass."
I blush again at your words, feeling my cock stir inside my sheath once again as you lift my tails up to my wrists, tying them together with the last length of the rope. I whimper softly, feeling exposed, vulnerable. But I love it. I love feeling helpless before you and you know it. Your hand draws back and slaps against my ass, making me yelp with pain/pleasure. I feel your weight shift off the bed and blush, wondering what will happen to me next.
I find out quickly. Your strong hand pulls on the leash and lifts me to my feet. You drag me over to the low bench that sticks out from the wall and roughly push me over it, my tits pressed down on the warm wood. I shiver as I feel the touch of cool leather strips flicking over the lips of my pussy. A thrill rushes through me as I recognize the caress of our favorite flogger. The snap of leather on my flesh makes me yelp and squirm on the bench, my cunt getting wetter with every touch.
"You like that, don't you, bitch? You love it when I do that, don't you?"
I whimpermoan, my eyes clenched shut tightly through the pleasure of my pain. "Y, yes, Mistress," I hiss, squirming more as my cock rubs up against the padded bench. The flogger strikes me over and over, the thin straps of leather spreading lines of delicious heat through over my ass and through my body. As you finish my whipping, I murr with lust, moaning lewdly as I grind my cock against the bench.
"On your feet, slut."
You growl into my ear and I whimper when you jerk me up off the bench by my bound wrists. I feel myself, spinning around in your arms, looking up at you. I lower my eyes immediately, but raise them again as you jerk my head back by my hair. My lips open in surprise to gasp, but it is cut off sharply as your lips press roughly against mine your long tongue thrusting into my muzzle as you squeeze my breasts in your free hand, making me shiver with lust, my cock drooling clear sticky pre over your belly. You slowly break the kiss, opening your eyes as you tenderly stroke my cheek with the back of your hand, your voice gently and loving once more.
"You're all mine. You're my slut, my bitch, my pet, my treasure, my slave."
I nod in agreement, murring as I rub my cheek against yours. "Yes, mistress.. I'm all yours," I say, feeling my body tremble with excitement. My cheeks are hot and my ears are pink with blushing. I know I should be ashamed of how aroused you make me feel, but I don't. I can't. Because you don't wish me to. You want me to revel in my sexuality and push me to accept it more and more. Each lash of the whip, every hard slap of your hand on my ass, tits and pussy pulls me deeper and deeper into my submission to you.
A sharp pinch on my nipple pulls me out of my thoughts and I gasp. My inhale is cut off by the rough pushing of rubber into my mouth. My cunt gushes between my thighs, soaking my fur as I recognize the round shape in my muzzle. My ears lower with arousal as you tighten the straps of my favorite ball gag behind my head. This was one that we shopped for together after I had bitten through the the first one we tried. The core of steel in the middle of the pink rubber ball, keeps it intact and stops me from clamping my jaw so hard. Your strong hands grip my trembling body and push me down again, my yelp muffled behind the gag as you push my breasts against the bench. My bound tails force me to keep my ass up in the air, exposing my glistening pussy to you. I cry out with pleasure as you lean over me and take me without warning, spearing my cunt open around your cock with a single, smooth thrust.
"That's right, bitch. Take it! Take it all like the fucking slut you are!"
You words wash over my like water, making me shiver with delight as you take me over and over, the barbs on your enormous cock tugging on the wet velvet inside my pussy. I remember the first time you fucked me. I was so scared of your size. I was sure that it would never fit. But you were gentle and patient. And I wanted to please you so much. And my body molded under your guidance, my cunt stretching to accommodate your massive cock. You don't take me often, because you want to keep me tight And it feels so good when you plunge into me, filling me with your shaft.
A sharp slap on my ass brings me back to the present and I yelp, whimpering behind my gag as my body shudders with the impact of your thrusting hips. You jerk my leash, pulling my head upward. My eyes are half closed with ecstasy as your member plunges in and out of my cunt over and over. I squirm with pleasure as I feel your pre start to spurt into my depths, the pounding piston of your cock pushing the warm fluid past my cervix and into my womb. I can't see it, but I can feel my belly pushing back down into the bench under me as your shaft moves inside me. Your claws scratch through my fur on the back of my head as you tear my gag away and I gasp, panting for breath. "Please, Mistress. May I cum?" I yelp, whimpering with ecstasy as you fuck me into the bench.
"Yes, bitch!"
You hiss into my ear, your breath hot and damp as it washes over my face.
"Come for me, pet, Cum for your Mistress!"
My back arches as you plunge into me a final time, our hips crashing together with bone jarring slap. Your jaws clamp over the scruff of my neck possessively as you snarl with lust. My head is thrown back in the depths of my ecstasy as I climax, waves of pleasure washing through me like a flood. My pussy contracts around your cock as my juices squirt back over your hard shaft, soaking my fur and washing over your scales.
"Oh yes, slut! Oh gods I love it when you squirt like that!"
You arch over my back, throwing your head up to match my own, screaming with ecstasy as you start to cum with me, your thick hot seed erupting into my pussy and womb, making my stomach swell up against the bench, lifting me into the air. "Oh thank you, Mistress! Oh yes, please fill me up!"
We shudder together for close to a minute, lost in total bliss of out shared orgasms till they finally die away, leaving us, shivering against each other. You slowly lift your body off mine and release my restraints. I fall back into your arms, murring happily as you lift me up and carry me to the bed where my chain awaits. You lower me down tenderly to the covers, kissing my forehead as you link the chain to my collar. I open my eyes sleepily to smile up at you as I curl up at the foot of the bed. "Welcome home, Mistress."
"Thank you, pet." | FSE |
Title: Foursomes and Moresomes Ch. 03
Tags: bdsm play, polyamory
"Hey, come check this out," Melinda tugged at my elbow. I looked up from the cooktop to see that my wife had turned on one of the secure monitors in the guest suite. All six of the kids were playing in the living room as I prepared breakfast.
Geoff and Mimi were gently making love. The TV was muted to avoid alerting the kids, but the two of us watched our friends for just a second.
Yesmine lay on the back, her legs spread wide. Geoff's rear end rose and fell as his cock pistoned in and out of his wife. What struck me was how loving the two of them were.
In previous viewings—mostly of their pornographic website—we had seen them go at it hot and heavy. In a series of private videos they sent to us about a month ago, we watched Mimi dominate Geoff. Mostly what we had witnessed was them fucking.
While that was *hawt*, observing them make love was erotic.
Their movements were slow and complimentary. They seemed to anticipate each others's needs and desires almost telepathically. I guess being together for sixteen years will do that, huh?
After a few moments, Melinda changed the channel; a part of me felt like I was intruding on our friends's most private of moments. She brought up the master bedroom, where Leah and Katie slept in each others's arms.
"I take it Mimi finally understands what Geoff endures for her," my wife said softly.
"I think Katie finally understands how much Leah loves her," I paused for a moment. "What about you? Did you enjoy your time with Geoff and Leah?"
Melinda made a funny face that was something between a wistful smile and a dismayed frown. She pushed the skillet of bacon off the gas burner, lest it burn. Then she stepped into my arms. "We had a good time. Leah and I made a sandwich out of Geoff with him inside her and me raping him with a strap-on . . . It was kind of hot . . ."
". . . But . . ." I prodded.
"It wasn't the same as when we do it to you," she finished with a mysterious smile.
"Why?"
She took a deep breath before replying. "Because I don't love him like I love you. He's a great guy and neither Katie nor Leah have any complaints about him in bed . . . but I just don't want to have sex with him."
"Do you regret saying 'yes' to this weekend?"
"No," she replied after a moment. "I have to confess that I like getting the chance to dominate a guy for a change."
I grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry about that."
"Don't be," she chided me gently. "That's not who you are. What about you? Do you regret saying 'yes' to this weekend?"
It was all I could do to stifle a flippant reply that went something like, *And miss out on the chance to bang the hottest girl in my high school? Not on your life!* but I didn't say it 1) because that would have been tacky, and 2) I would have been kicked out of the big bed for a month. Instead, what I said was, "Not as long as you guys are okay with the way things are going."
Melinda snorted, seeing through my bullshit. She shot me a wicked smile. "Just remember who's financing your life of leisure as you're fucking you *hawt* new girlfriend's brains out."
I reached out and smacked her playfully across the backside. "Play your cards right and she'll be your *hawt* new girlfriend, too!"
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We didn't go out again for the rest of the day. We certainly have enough toys and stuff around the house for everyone to be entertained. Kaylee and Tiffany spent most of the afternoon playing *Mario Kart* on the Wii. The younger kids made a mess of the downstairs playroom.
Geoff and Mimi's family seemed to fit right in with our clan. I found Melinda sneaking a nap with Bryan and Jeremy, and Gabi latched right on to Mimi in a way that she *never* does with strangers.
"She's so cute, I could just take her home with me," Mimi gushed.
"You'd have to fight Katie and Leah first," I warned playfully. "And don't forget, you won't just be getting Gabi; she's a package deal with Gwendollyn."
"I'll take them both," she replied with a smile.
"Remember that in about five months when we're up to our eyeballs in kids and these four need more attention than we can give them," I said.
"You call us any time you need us." Her tone turned serious. I smiled appreciatively, remembering why Yesmine and her husband were such dear friends in high school. Despite our differing backgrounds and temperaments, Leah, Yesmine, Geoff and I got along famously. Meeting again after all these years, it seemed like we had just parted, then picked up right where we left off.
Since she was holding my daughter, I resisted the urge to give Mimi a deep not-so-casual kiss and cop a quick feel, but we both knew that's what I wanted to do. I think she wanted it, too.
They had originally planned to stay only until Monday, but with school out, there was no reason they couldn't stay. Over lunch, the six kids practically begged us for a couple more days together, so we put on a good show of having second thoughts. Mimi said she could take a couple extra days off and the girls cleared their schedules until Wednesday.
After lunch, Geoff, Leah and I kept one eye on the kids and spent part of the afternoon catching up. Katie seemed withdrawn and quiet; I think the previous night had shaken her more than she cared to admit.
Our conversation wandered from politics to mortgages to websites to religion and on and on. The three of us all graduated in the top ten percent of our graduating class, but still behind Yesmine. I appreciated the time we had to catch up with an old friend.
About mid-afternoon, the younger kids crashed so we put them down for naps. Kaylee and Tiffany had settled on a more sedate activity and were pretty capable of watching themselves. Our voices low, the three of us turned our conversation to more adult matters. More specifically, Geoff wanted to know how much our video setup cost and how easy it was to use. I could see the gears turning in his head as he imagined the possibilities of using our equipment for his online venture.
Both Leah and I were relieved beyond words that he never asked if we wanted to appear on his website.
A little while later, Katie came downstairs. She wore a bright red sundress and it may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw the beginnings of a little bump on her otherwise flat tummy. She leaned over and gave Leah and peck on the cheek, then looked over at me with a mischievous grin. "You're wanted in the big bedroom."
There was a twinkle in both Geoff and Leah's eyes.
"Just don't wake the children!" Leah called as I went up the steps and the three of them giggled.
The door to the big bedroom was closed. I pressed on the handle and found it unlocked.
My cock began to harden at the sound of the soft moaning.
Yesmine was laying on her back, her head hanging over the side of the bed. Her eyes were hooded over with pleasure. In each hand, she was cupping one of her big, round breasts. I could see her nipples sticking out through the thin material of her t-shirt.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Her skirt was pushed up and her panties were in a wad on the floor.
Melinda's face was buried between Mimi's thighs. When I opened the door she glanced up just enough to wink at me.
The two had apparently been at it for some time. Mimi was hyperventilating. She bucked her hips against Melinda's face.
My wife's hands were cupped under our lover's ass. I could tell by the glazed look in Mimi's eyes that Melinda was doing the swirly thing with her tongue.
In the six or so steps it took me to cross the room to the bed, I unbuckled my belt. With the flick of a button and quick pull in the zipper, my cargo shorts fell to the floor along with my boxers.
Yesmine's mouth was open as she gasped for breath. Her body seemed to shudder from head to toe with every pass of Melinda's skilled oral ministrations. I only had to stroke my cock a couple of times before it stood at full mast.
Our bed is too high for the kids to just climb up into it, but it's just the right height for me. My cock was level with Mimi's mouth and as my wife worked her from one end, I pushed my head through her lips from the other.
At first, I just fed Yesmine the head of my cock, but as Melinda increased her tempo, I did the same. With each stroke, I pushed a little deeper into her mouth.
Mimi moaned as we continued our assault on her. In addition to her tongue, Melinda was using two fingers into the slit of our lover's pussy.
When she added a third, Yesmine's eyes got wide.
They teared up when I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth and down her throat.
Gasping for breath, Mimi fought the gag reflex gallantly, but when I withdrew, she couldn't help but cough. Smiling to myself, I pulled my cock so only the tip was touching her lips.
Then, without warning, I thrust back in. Melinda and I shared a wicked look. Mimi was taking it well, I'll give her that.
"Five seconds," I said, command creeping into my voice. Ever so slowly, I counted backwards. "Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . one."
I withdrew my cock and let Mimi catch her breath. Then I pushed even deeper into her mouth. It took several tries, but soon I was able to slide the entire length of my cock into her mouth and down her throat.
As she breathed through her nose, it tickled my balls.
Without a word, Melinda and I made Mimi the object of our game. My wife would try and bring her to orgasm with her tongue while I would try and make her gag with my cock.
I thought that I was at a disadvantage; after all, Melinda was using her tongue on Yesmine's clit, three fingers in her pussy and had mischievously slipped two more fingers in our lover's ass. All I had was my dick in her mouth.
To make up for it, I pushed Mimi's hands away and began to maul her breasts as I skull-fucked her.
Yesmine's nipples were rock hard and when I pinched them her entire body shuddered. Of course, that could have been due to Melinda's tongue flicking the nub of her clit back and forth.
Our lover lay on the bed and I felt her throat relax. Mimi gave herself over to both Melinda and I and just hung on.
I let up for a second, knowing that my wife wanted to bring Yesmine to orgasm. Pulling my cock out of the eager mouth below me, bent my knees slightly.
"Suck," I said and Mimi obediently took my balls in her mouth. I never let up on her tits, squeezing them like ripe melons. Rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her areolas crinkled up, and not because it was cold.
Melinda's head stopped bobbing and I knew she was going for broke. Standing, I lifted my balls out of Yesmine's mouth, lest she accidentally bite them in her excitement.
For a brief second, the room fell silent. Mimi gritted her teeth. I smiled and watched my wife work her magic. Melinda's mouth had fully enveloped Yesmine's swollen labia. Neither girl moved, but I knew my wife's tongue was a tornado in her mouth.
Just as Mimi's body tensed, I raised my hand up then struck her breasts with my open palm.
The timing was perfect.
An ear-splitting scream echoed off the walls as Melinda raped Mimi's pussy and ass with her fingers. All the while, her tongue flicked against our lover's engorged clit.
"I'm cumming!" Mimi desperately gasped for air. Neither Melinda nor I let up.
Between the two of us, I think Yesmine was near sensory overload. Her arms flailed around as she vainly sought out something to hold on to. Melinda was still working Mimi over with her fingers and her tongue; I kneaded her breasts, alternating between soft and gentle and hard and fast.
A stream of obscenities spewed forth from Mimi's mouth. Her eyes glazed over. Her entire body shook as the orgasm enveloped her.
"Oh, god!" she moaned. "Fuck! . . . fuck . . . fuckfuckfuck . . . I'm still . . . still cumming . . . don't . . . stop . . . please don't . . . .fucking . . . stop!"
Melinda was too happy to oblige our lover.
I never let go of her tits. Those glorious breasts that I had fantasised about since . . . well, since that day in about seventh grade when I first noticed breasts. They were the object of much of my "alone time" until my freshman year of college when I met Melinda.
And now . . . after all these years . . . I had the four most wonderful breasts in the world in my bedroom. Naked.
Summoning all the willpower I possessed, I resisted the urge to stroke my cock. I was only about ten seconds from blowing cum all over Yesmine Williamson's tits, but I had other plans.
As Melinda slowly let Mimi down, I stepped back long enough to shed my shirt. Mimi lay limp on the bed, her eyes rolled back in her head.
Satisfied with her work, Melinda sat back on her knees. I noticed that she was wearing a loose blouse that was unbuttoned. Her big round breasts spilled out of the bra. Like the other girls, Melinda had been instructed to spend the weekend wearing skirts; hers was hiked up and I could see her fingers absently stroking the bare pussy beneath.
I smiled wickedly.
Walking around to the other side of the bed, I pushed Melinda on top of our lover, who was just barely conscious. She purred with delight as I rubbed the head of my cock into the slit of her labia.
Melinda leaned in and kissed our lover. Whispering in the other girl's ear, she pressed her body against Mimi's, as if she was going to mount her.
It took a great effort, but Yesmine threw her arms around Melinda and the two women embraced, their bodies melting together.
I don't think I have to tell you this, but there is nothing more erotic than watching two beautiful women kiss. Maybe I'm biased. Maybe I'm just a chauvinistic guy who watches too much porn. But I challenge you to find something that gets *anyone's* blood pumping more than watching pretty girls making out.
Melinda's ass stuck up in the air. I smacked it playfully. "Roll over."
As one, the two girls turned to the side so Melinda was laying on her back and Yesmine's perfect rear end was facing me. I got on my knees behind her.
The two of us moaned as I entered Yesmine's tight little snatch. Like my wives, her pussy was especially tight after having an orgasm and I was in the right place at the right time.
Grasping her wide hips, I pushed her away as I pulled out and pulled her to me as I thrust in. Melinda and Mimi continued to kiss, their tongues intertwined.
"That feels so good!" Yesmine gasped and I couldn't tell if it was because of what I was doing or if it was Melinda's hand that had found its way between our lover's legs.
I felt my wife's fingertips brush the underside of my cock as she rubbed Mimi's clit.
Yesmine had collapsed on top of Melinda. Her arms and legs would not support her weight. She convulsed as we made a sandwich out of her. My cock was buried in her pussy while her breasts pressed against Melinda's soft, round orbs.
With each stroke, I pulled back so only the tip was still inside her, then I thrust forward. Each time a little harder. Each time a little faster. Each time bringing us a little closer to orgasm.
"Do you like that?" Melinda said softly. "Do you like that feeling that cock in your pussy?"
"Yes!" the other woman moaned. "I love it!"
"Do you like getting fucked from behind?"
"Yes!"
"Do you like getting fucked doggy-style?"
"Yes!" Yesmine sobbed as I pounded away at her.
I reached up with one hand and grabbed a handful of her hair. Mimi's moans turned to screams.
"Do you like being my bitch?"
All she could do was grunt incoherently.
"Do you like being my bitch?" I repeated, my voice a little louder this time. My strokes a little deeper.
"Yes!" she shrieked. "I'm your bitch! I'm your whore . . . just don't . . . don't stop fucking me!"
Every time I thrust forward, I pulled a little harder on her glorious mane. This left her throat exposed, her mouth hanging open and she struggled for breath.
Melinda's lips latched on to the soft underside of Mimi's neck. Her teeth raked the sensitive sides from behind Yesmine's ear down to her collarbone.
Mimi's entire body began to shake as she approached another orgasm. Or maybe it was a continuation of the one she had before.
The two of us hammered her relentlessly. Me in her pussy. Melinda stroking her clit and cupping her pendulous breasts.
As I felt Mimi's pussy flood with warmth, I tried to stave off my own orgasm. Melinda's arms were wrapped around our lover. She bit softly on Yesmine's ear. Our eyes met and we exchanged a knowing smile.
Just as I was about to cum, Melinda pinched one of Mimi's erect nipples with one hand, while slapping her clit with the other. Combined with my cock buried deep inside her, Yesmine went over the edge.
She took one deep breath and then let loose with a primal, glorious scream.
I pressed as deep inside her as I could go. I felt the walls of Mimi's pussy pulsing around me and I desperately tried to keep from shooting my wad inside her.
My hands grasped Yesmine's round buttocks. I leaned forward and sucked on the back of her neck as she rode out the cum.
Panting for breath, Mimi fell limp in Melinda's arms. My cock was still hard, although I wasn't going to last much longer. I brushed the hair out of her face and noticed that Yesmine's eyes had rolled back into her head.
As gently as I could, I withdrew my cock from the warm confines of Mimi's pussy then rolled her to the side.
Melinda lay on the bed, her legs splayed open. Her blouse hung loosely to the sides. There was a hungry look in my wife's eyes.
"Save some for me, mister?"
"You bet," I leaned forward and kissed my wife. Her hands worked between us and popped the front-mounted clasp on her bra.
Finally free, those big luscious tits mashed against my chest and our bodies pressed together. My cock slipped easily into my wife and we both let out a satisfied groan.
I looked over to check on Mimi. Her eyes were closed. She had a slight smile, but was otherwise passed out. I turned my attention back to Melinda.
"Is her pussy better than mine?" Melinda asked as I sank all the way into her.
"No," I replied to the obviously loaded question. But I wasn't lying. "No one's is."
"Is Mimi better in bed than me?"
"Sweetheart," I buried myself as deep as I could go; Melinda arched her back so her breasts pressed forward while pulling me towards her. "No one is better in bed than you."
She purred in my ear as I began to grind my hips against her. She whispered in my ear. "You remember that."
"Do you want to make love?" I bit her just behind her jawbone. She squealed with delight. "Or do you want to fuck?"
"I want you to fuck me like you fucked her," Melinda growled.
"I'm gonna fuck you six ways from Sunday," I pulled back so only the very tip of my cock was still inside her. Then I thrust in as hard as I could. My wife cried out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders
Without preamble I began to pound Melinda mercilessly. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go. I hooked her knees inside my elbows.
Her pussy made that squishy sound as I pistoned in and out of her. All the while I thanked the inventor of the Tempurpedic mattress because as I fucked my wife's brains out, our companion in the bed lay undisturbed only a couple of feet away. If we were still in our waterbed from college, Melinda and I would have either made Mimi seasick, or she would have been washed over the side!
I felt Melinda's teeth dig into my collarbone to keep from screaming loud enough to wake the children. Her breasts shook with every stroke. Our hips slapped together.
As I drilled her over and over, I pulled back enough to look into my wife's gorgeous face. Though both of us had just had our lover, in that moment, we only had eyes for each other.
After all these years. After sharing one another with our two other wives. Two children. Moving three states away. Two adopted children. And now taking another couple as lovers.
She was still the most beautiful woman in the world. At least to me.
You'd think that after the thousands of times we had made love, things might have become a little stale. But no, every time was like the first. *Every* time.
And I was more in love with her than the day we met.
I gave her one deep push and held my cock inside her. Melinda pulled me close, knowing I would cum if she so much as twitched. "If you keep fucking me like that, you're going to poke your baby's eye out!"
We both giggled. She let out a disappointed sigh when I withdrew my cock from between her legs.
"Get on your knees," I said.
"Do what?" there was a sly wink in her voice.
"Get on your knees, *bitch*!" I smacked her across the chest, drawing a satisfied moan from my wife.
With one fluid motion, I entered her from behind. She braced herself against the headboard with one hand and was furiously rubbing her clit with the other.
There was no way I was going to last very long. From the way she cried out as I sank into her, Melinda wasn't either.
I leaned forward, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her ass. Her breasts were mashed flat against the bed. Good thing, too; the way I was going, if they were hanging loose, they would have slapped her in the face!
Without mercy, I began to fuck my wife. She met each thrust resolutely. Her ass absorbed every blow as my cock pounded her tight little pussy.
"Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuckfuckfuck!" she chanted, her words barely audible through the pillow.
Both of us were covered in sweat. My cock was tumescent. Mere minutes before I had been inside the hottest girl in my high school.
Now I was filling one of the three people on God's green Earth I loved more than anyone, save my children.
The room began to spin. Melinda was babbling incoherently, begging me not to stop. Begging me to fuck her harder.
Oh, was I happy to oblige her!
My toes began to tingle. My eyes fixated on the four-leaf clover on the back of Melinda's neck. The symbol of our love and our commitment.
I felt Melinda's pussy spasm around me. She filled with warmth. Her legs gave out and we collapsed on to the bed.
It's a good thing the four of us believe God has a tremendous sense of humour, because if Jesus had shown up like Melinda apparently wanted him to, He probably would have been very annoyed at her for calling his name so much.
Still I hammered away at Melinda's pussy. I was in the zone. Her legs were spread wide. I could hear each slap of my cock against her backside. I never wanted that feeling to end.
What pushed me over the edge was the unexpected feeling of something entering my ass. It was warm and slick. Mimi's finger nudged my prostate in just the right way to make me see stars. I howled, "Fucking shit!"
Then the orgasm consumed me.
I fell on top of Melinda's limp body. It seemed to go on and on and on.
My last conscious action was to kiss the back of Melinda's neck as my cock poured out its contents into the womb that was already carrying my child.
"I love you," I whispered to my wife just before I blacked out.
It was probably only a few seconds later when the world came back into focus.
"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen," Yesmine said dreamily.
Neither Melinda nor I could move, although we both had regained consciousness. Mimi's cool touch rolled me to the side. My wife fell into my arms.
Through eyes that were glazed over with post-coital bliss, I watched Yesmine stumble out of the bed towards the bathroom. The water ran for a few seconds, then she came back out, drying her hands in a towel.
Yesmine climbed into bed with us, her back to Melinda. The three of us spooned up together for the rest of the afternoon, just letting the day pass by, wanting nothing.
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"So what's for dinner?" I yawned lazily.
"Probably pizza," Katie replied absently. I was still in bed. Melinda and Yesmine had gotten up a little while before to take a shower, and Red wanted some cuddle time.
"I'll tell you what," I started. "Melinda, Mimi and I will take the kids out for dinner and you, Leah and Geoff can have some 'alone time'."
My wife perked right up at my suggestion. I could tell she wanted another go at her new male slave and I knew Leah was always up for some sub time with our redheaded wife.
"You'll be back in time to finish up with Mimi, though?" Katie asked.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I nuzzled up to her neck, drawing a delighted squeal. We talked for a few more minutes, about logistics and stuff, then called the other adults in the house to get the schedule straight.
Half an hour later, Katie and I were showered and clean, then those of us who were going out loaded up all six kids in the Suburban (what I would give for Honda to make a van that seats 9!). We waved good-bye to Katie, Leah and Geoff then took the kids out for an evening of ski-ball, pizza and fun.
I was driving and Mimi was in the passenger's seat. Melinda was in the third row along with Gabi and Gwen. The other kids were strapped in to their seats for the ten minute ride.
There's a place near our house where the kids love to go called Asheville's Fun Depot. Think of Chuck E. Cheese on crack. In addition to video games and ski-ball, they've got bumper cars, go-karts, miniature golf, laser tag, batting cages, a "soft play" area, mini-bowling, and just about anything else that makes noise. The kids all love to go there because they accumulate a mountain of tickets on the rides and games to "buy" cheap and chincy trinkets.
We (the adults) like to go there because the kids are entertained for an evening and all we have to do is take a periodic head count. Sure they're taking our money, but that's the price of entertainment, right? Plus, amidst all of the noise and clatter, our children are saints compared to some of the other kids who show up and inevitably throw a hissy fit when their folks run out of money or they crash from their sugar high. It makes us feel better to see that other people out there are worse parents than we are.
Another plus to taking the kids there is that after an evening of fun, the kids all crash and everyone gets a good night's sleep. And with the six of us wanting to get some more of our own "play time" in before Mimi and Geoff left, having the kids in bed early is the object of every activity we planned.
When we were about half way there, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a remote control. I pressed a button and Mimi let out a sharp gasp. I smiled inwardly and continued talking as if everything were normal.
Before we left, Katie informed me that she had instructed Yesmine to wear a device we call "the threeway." It's harness that has three vibrators built into it: one that goes in the pussy, one in the ass and a little nub that fits against the clitoris. The girls all pass it around and usually the person wearing it is doing so as some sort of punishment. Or it's her birthday and taking the Sybian with us out to dinner seems rather tacky.
There's a remote control with a series of buttons on it that activates some combination of the vibrators at varying degrees of intensity. Melinda says the trick is to change up which vibrators are on and at what level with regular frequency. She made Katie sit through one of the *Lord of the Rings* movies while wearing it. I thought Katie was going to soak the seat at the theater, and when we got back to the car, my redheaded wife nearly mauled my blonde wife (in the good way).
Now it was Mimi's turn.
As soon as we walked through the door, I turned the vibrators off. I figured that she was going to have enough stimulation with a small vibe in front and in back to start the evening. Plus, we had to get the kids situated first.
"Hey, honey," I said to Melinda. "Your boyfriend's here."
My wife smiled warmly. Yesmine's eyebrow shot up. Melinda winked.
Our kids knew the drill and Mimi's picked up quickly. Over the past several months, the girls and I scouted out the best place to sit that gave us a clear vantage of the whole place, and on a Sunday night, business was down, so our usual picnic-style table was open. I headed for the food, Melinda went for tokens and Mimi made sure no one disappeared. After placing our order for pizza, I returned with a couple of pitchers of Sprite and some cups.
Melinda got play cards for all the kids that would give them unlimited time in the indoor play area, golf and the arcade. She also had a handful of tokens we would ration out all night to the kids to play the ticket games.
Then we turned the kids loose with instructions to come back when they saw our food arrive. The three of us sat down, Mimi and I on one side, Melinda across from us. All night, we each counted heads periodically. All six of them headed for the "soft play" area that was just the right speed for three and five year olds. None of them were old enough to ride the go-karts or play the miniature golf, nor were they really any good a ski-ball or Whac-A-Mole.
But they could climb a padded jungle gym or dive into a pool of soft rubber balls.
"I wonder what the others are doing," Mimi mused.
"I'd say Katie is fucking their brains out," Melinda said softly.
"Speaking of that," I reached into my pocket and flipped all three switches to high for about ten seconds.
I thought we were going to have to peel Mimi off the ceiling.
"Go to the rest room and take your bra off," I said once I turned everything off.
"What?" It took Yesmine a second to un-cross her eyes.
"You heard me," the command tone crept into my voice. "Go take your bra off."
"Not here . . . You can't make—"
With one swift motion, I reached over and pulled on Mimi's thick mane of dark hair. Her jaw fell open, her throat exposed. There was fear in her eyes. Excitement, too.
"I said, 'Go take your bra off.' I won't ask again."
"Yes, Master," she whispered. Her legs shaking, she headed towards the women's room. Melinda and I shared a conspiratorial grin.
A few minutes later, Mimi returned to the table.
"Show me," I said softly. She tipped her purse to the side, revealing her neatly folded bra within. I motioned to the bench next to me and Mimi obediently sat down. She smiled demurely when I patted her gently on the backside. "Very good, my dear."
I was about to toy with Mimi's toy, when the pizza arrived. Melinda immediately put on her most charming smile.
"Hello, Daniel," she greeted the boy who held a large pizza tray in each hand. He set them on the table. Another kid handed him a stack of plates and some napkins.
"Hi, Prof— . . . er, Melinda," he stammered. It's taken a while, but we've finally broken him of calling the girls "Mrs." or "Ms.", although Melinda says he still refers to her as "Doctor" or "Professor" at school.
"Are you ready for graduation?"
"Um, I guess." When I talk to him, he is friendly and engaging. Smart, too. But when around my girls, he becomes a tongue-tied little kid who's in puppy love with my buxom wife.
"Have you decided what you're going to do next year?" Melinda asked. While she seemed to be carrying on a normal conversation, she was toying with this kid . . . a child really. She leaned forward ever so slightly. Just enough to let him look down the first three open buttons of her blouse.
Since Kaylee was about three, we'd been coming here on a fairly regular basis. Many of the staff knew us by name, and they all dote on our kids. We tip well and often find a few "extra" tokens or cookies slipped in here or there.
Daniel was about to graduate from one of the local high schools. He'd been working at the Fun Depot since he was sixteen. Melinda had him in a dual-enrollment freshmen literature and language class where he earned high school and college credits. He was immediately smitten and is quick to cater to her every whim.
We have gotten to know him reasonably well. He's bright and hard-working. In many ways, he reminds me of Katie's former boyfriend, Carl. Tall and lanky, his movements are awkward, as if he's still trying to grow into his body. In a couple of years, he'll fill out nicely.
"I haven't decided," he replied with a frustrated frown. From past conversations, we knew he had been accepted at Guilford, UNC Asheville and Wake Forest. His first choice was Wake, but I don't know that he can afford it. "I'm still trying to see who's going to put together the best financial aid package."
It seemed to me that a part of him would be more than happy to stay at home, not rack up mountains of debt going to a public university and take all of Melinda's literature classes.
"Who's your friend?" Mimi asked, catching on quickly. She stuck her chest out, trying to pry the boy's eyes away from my wife. Just for good measure, I turned on two of the vibrators and her nipples popped up, seemingly ready to burst through the thin material of her blouse.
"Oh, how rude of me," Melinda said with a smirk. "Mimi, this is Daniel. He's one of our regular servers here. He was also in my freshman LANG-120 class. Daniel, this is our friend, Yesmine. See the dark haired girl playing with Kaylee? That's Mimi's daughter Tiffany and the boy over with Bryan and the twins is Jeremy."
"It's nice to meet you." It took him a second to form the words. I could see the gears turning in his head, wondering who she was and what she was doing with us. That Melinda, Leah, Katie and I are a foursome is an open secret among people who know us, Daniel included. Like everyone else who meets Mimi, Daniel was enraptured by her beauty, but deep down, he only had eyes for Melinda. If he weren't so nice, I'd have throttled him for looking at my lovely bride the way he does sometimes.
Of course, Melinda only eggs him on. While his name tag reads "Danny" and that's what everyone else calls him, she insists on using his formal name. She says it makes him seem more grown up. I just tell her that she's got to let him down easy, because I'm not letting any of the girls go . . . at least not for a gawky, teenage kid with stringy hair and bad skin.
He started to say something else, but the six kids saw the pizza and abandoned the play area for the food. Kaylee ran up to Daniel and gave him a big hug. He picked her up and spun her around once, then set her gently down next to Melinda. "If you need anything else, just let me know."
"We will, Daniel," Melinda winked, knowing it would only get his heart racing. "Thanks again."
The three of us set about ensuring that all the kids got enough pizza and Sprite before getting some food ourselves. The food isn't great, but nor is it awful. Plus, it's reasonably priced and the kids love it.
Between the nine of us, the pizza disappeared quickly. Then the kids went back to the games and fun area.
"What's the deal with your friend?" Mimi asked with a smile.
"It was love at first sight," I said before Melinda could respond.
My wife snorted, although she blushed a little bit, too.
"You've got quite the cougar there, tiger," Yesmine said to me.
"She just likes the attention," I winked. "As if she doesn't already have three people in love with her already."
"He keeps looking over at you," Mimi teased.
"I think he's looking at you," Melinda retorted.
"Let's find out . . . Yesmine, I think you need to go over and chat with Daniel for a while." I flipped the vibe on Mimi's clit to medium and the one in her ass to low. She let out a desperate moan. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a twenty. "Go get some dessert for us. We'll get the kids something later."
The look she shot me was a mix of desire and frustration. I smiled innocently.
"Damn, that girl is *hawt*," Melinda breathed as we watched our friend saunter away. That much was true.
Even without the little bit of extra sway in her hips she put in just for us, Yesmine Meadows is probably one of the ten hottest people I can think of off the top of my head, and that list includes Megan Fox, Tricia Helfer and Jessica Alba. Even though she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts sat up high and perky on her chest; after her mastoplexy, Melinda's did, too, but not like Mimi's.
Daniel's eyes got wide as Yesmine began a conversation with him. His eyes were glued to her chest and I could only imagine him feeling guilty for "cheating" on Melinda as he visually undressed the dark-haired goddess we sent over to him. Of course, when she was sitting next to us, neither Melinda nor I could keep our eyes off her chest, either.
"So why didn't you two ever go out?" Melinda asked out of the blue.
"We did go out," I replied. "Well, once or twice."
"So what happened?"
"Yesmine is way out of my league," I snorted.
"She's way out of Geoff's league," my wife pointed out, and she's right. "And they've been together for sixteen years."
I paused for a second. "We were always just friends. There wasn't even the undercurrent of sexual tension like there was between Leah and I."
"You mean you didn't want to bone her?"
"Hell, yes, I wanted to bone her!" I had to keep my voice down to avoid the people two tables over from eavesdropping on our conversation. "Everyone in our school wanted a roll in the sack with her. That includes the other girls and the teachers, too. But I never wanted to go out with her. Not seriously anyway."
"Why not?" As I said before, Melinda has a bit of insecurity about her. Never mind that she has a PhD, is well-regarded in the academic community and is a fairly successful author of trashy romance novels (under a pseudonym, of course). Not to mention the fact that she has three spouses who love her more than life itself and four (soon to be eight) children who absolutely adore her. Except for my daughters, I think Melinda is the most beautiful woman in the world, and that includes my other two wives (just don't tell them I said that).
I took a minute to formulate my response. "We're not on the same page. Leah and I have been best friends from the day we met. Leah and Katie are soulmates. You and I . . . we were meant to be together. No matter what else had gone on in our lives, I am convinced that even without that trip to Disney World, we would have been together forever. It may have taken me a couple more years to get my head out of my butt, but we would be married and have kids and grow old together."
Reaching across the table, I took her hand.
"That's Mimi and Geoff," I said softly. "Mimi and I were friendly, but there was no . . . no spark. Not beyond physical attraction . . . and mostly it was me being attracted to her, not the other way around. I didn't go out of my way to stay in touch with her like I did with Leah. I didn't quit a job to be with her like I did for you. Even Katie and I had more of a latent attraction when we were just lab partners than I ever had with Mimi. We always got along and were best buds, but as soon as we got to graduation, I never expected to see her again."
"So you just wanted to stick your dick in her?" Melinda asked with that wicked smile that makes my pulse race.
"I'm breathing, aren't I?"
"You're full of shit," she pinched me once for good measure.
"And yet you still married me," I tugged on her hand and we both leaned across the table for a quick kiss. "Twice."
"And I'd marry you a third time if you'd ask."
"As long as you promise never to leave me, I'll ask every day," I said gently.
"Oh, stop that!" We could hear Mimi's eyes rolling as she returned to the table. The funnel cake in her hands momentarily distracted me from the crinkled-up nipples that were plainly visible through her blouse. "You two should get a room."
"We have a room," Melinda retorted. "Later we just might tie you up in it."
Mimi's eyes smoldered. I knew she wanted to say something that would probably result in us getting kicked out of the place. Instead, she set the dessert down and the three of us resumed our vigil over the children.
I turned the vibrators off and we fell into an easy conversation. The kids stopped by for drinks, some more pizza and to beg for ice cream. We let them play for another hour, then packed everyone up to go home.
Daniel came out to see us one more time, under the flimsy pretense of busing the table. I can't say I blame him; if I were eighteen years old and had the opportunity to ogle two hot MILFs like Melinda and Yesmine, I'd do it, too. Hell, I'm thirty-two years old and I take every chance I get to ogle the four hot MILFs currently sleeping under my roof!
By the time we got back, it was after bedtime. The little ones were either asleep or nodding off in the car. Kaylee and Tiffany trudged upstairs and changed for bed. Leah, Geoff and Katie were waiting for us. All three were clothed, but Geoff appeared to be walking a little funny; I didn't ask, but Katie winked mischievously.
We got everyone in their pajamas and tucked in before the six of us settled in for some "adult" time. Geoff and Mimi had a short conversation, and then they disappeared into the big bedroom with Leah and Katie. Melinda flashed me her tits and evaded my attempts to grope her.
Then she sent me downstairs to get ready.
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I sat in front of the panel of video monitors watching my children sleeping. Kaylee, Tiffany, Bryan and Jeremy were zonked out and in dreamland. With a worried expression on my face, I watched Gabi toss and turn. The volume was off on the monitors, but I could tell she was whimpering and crying.
After a few minutes, Gwen woke herself and climbed into bed with her sister. The pair held one another as I sat there feeling helpless. Soon both were breathing rhythmically, each clutching the other in their little arms. It was all I could do to resist going upstairs, but I knew nothing I did would make a difference.
A soft knock at the door brought me out of my reverie. I turned the video monitors off, knowing that one of the other girls upstairs would have an ear out on the kids.
"Enter," I called, my voice hard.
Meekly, Yesmine crawled into the room. I knew the hardwood floors weren't very good for bare knees, but that was part of the point.
She wore a black leather cupless corset, thigh-highs and stiletto heels. She clutched something in her teeth and a plug protruded from her shapely backside. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight braid.
Katie followed her, striking our slave for moving too slowly. She, too, wore a leather corset, only hers had red accents.
Her head bowed, Yesmine stopped at my feet. She didn't move, even though Mistress Katya struck her several times just for good measure.
"You have something for me," I said. It wasn't really a question.
Mimi's head bobbed as she lay the collar at my feet.
I squatted down so I was almost eye with her.
"Look at me," I lifted her chin because she reflexively cast her eyes down. I waited until I was staring into those big, brown orbs. "Do you understand what this means?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
"Do you?" I looked up at my wife who was standing behind our slave.
"Yes, Master," Katie said. There was fear and excitement in both their voices.
I reached down and picked the collar up off the floor. It was leather with a silver buckle on the back. Three interlocking rings hung from the front. Our slave lifted her head and exposed her throat.
It took a little bit of effort to secure the strap around her neck (it was new leather, give me a break!), but soon it was securely fastened.
"I have something for you, too, my dear," I said gently. Katya and I exchanged a quick glance. "A name."
Mimi beamed expectantly. After the previous night, when all we had done was beat her, she had a whole day to reflect on what we had done. I think part of her was ready; after all, she kind of knew what to expect because she had been the playing the Domme part in her relationship with Geoff.
Still, it's one thing to know and the other thing to go through it. Our ferocity had thrown her for a loop, which was probably why she broke down crying after only a few hours. Yet, she knew what she had to do, and now was the time for her reward.
"Your Mistress and I have been talking about this, and we have decided to name you Amira," I said, caressing her cheek.
"Princess," our slave whispered. Her smiled turned to a surprised yelp as Katya smacked her for speaking without permission. Her eyes were immediately downcast. "My apologies, Master."
I stood, pointedly not accepting her contrition. "Undress me."
The first thing our slave did was lean over and kiss my bare feet. Without implicit instructions, I could tell she was having a hard time deciding what to do next. Of course, that was not a coincidence.
Raising up on her knees, Amira reached for my belt. Opening the buckle, she pressed her face against my crotch. My cock began to stiffen. Taking the zipper between her teeth, she lowered her head. My shorts fell to the floor.
Her legs weak, our slave slowly stood. She lifted my t-shirt over my shoulders. All the while, her lips planted soft kisses all over my body. Soon I was naked. Mimi was behind me, pressing her glorious breasts into my back.
She raked my shoulders with her teeth. I looked over at Katya, who had a flash of jealousy in her eyes; I couldn't tell if it was aimed more at me or Amira.
Our slave's hands ran down my back and wrapped around my waist. I grasped her wrists and twisted, just enough that Amira sank down to her knees. Keeping my expression carefully neutral, I looked into her eyes.
"You are a good slave," I said. "Yet tonight you disappointed me."
Her eyes got wide when she realised what I was talking about.
"What is the punishment for disobedience?" I asked Mistress Katya.
"Ten lashes," she replied automatically.
"That means twenty for you," I started.
"No, Master," our slave began to beg. "Please . . . I didn't know—"
"Do not speak out of turn!" Mistress Katya, reached down and pulled on Amira's long, dark hair. Her throat bared and vulnerable, our slave fell silent, but her eyes began to tear up.
The girls have never actually beaten or whipped me; that was part of the attraction of this weekend with Geoff for them. I think the anticipation is often worse than the actual punishment. Our usual instrument is a quarter-inch wooden dowel rod. You can buy them at Lowe's or Home Depot, or even at an arts & crafts store. It's like a switch that many of us remember our parents using on us as children.
I like them because they cause a nice little sting, but won't break the skin and they snap with very little exertion, so there's no possibility of causing an actual injury. I know this sounds kind of cliché and clinical, but in everything we do, safety is our primary concern and I would do nothing that would truly hurt any of my wives. Sure, I sometimes push them to the limit of what they can endure, but breaking a bone or twisting a joint is neither fun nor exciting; it's abuse.
Sensing Amira's apprehension, Mistress Katya smiled and led her to a metal rod that hung from the ceiling. There were cuffs on the floor and on the bar, which we could also raise or lower depending on who was attached to it.
With practised efficiency, Katya strung our slave up. She stood there on her tip-toes, her arms and legs spread wide. The cuffs supported her weight, although they would cause her shoulders to be sore in the morning. That was okay, though; we had other plans that would also cause her to be sore, too.
"Count," Mistress Katya's voice was firm. She raised the three-foot stick and struck Amira across the backside.
"One," she groaned.
*Smack!*
"Two."
With each strike, Amira's voice became a little more strained. With each strike, a fresh tear fell from the corner of her eyes. With each strike, she became ours.
Our slave's rear end was criss-crossed with red lines by the time she got to twenty. Her legs were quivering and shaking from hanging there so long.
Amira fell to her knees and sobbed when I released the cuffs around her wrists. Mistress Katya reached under her chin and firmly lifted so the two were looking eye to eye.
"Do not disobey your Master again, slave." The tone of her voice even sent a chill down my spine.
"I won't, Mistress," Amira whispered.
"Good." Katya tugged on our slave's hair then the two girls kissed, hard a first, but it soon became surprisingly gentle. Hypnotised by their sheer eroticism, I watched them, absently stroking my cock, which was standing at full mast.
"Thank you for disciplining me, Mistress Katya." I swear those are the sexiest words I think I have ever heard.
"Oh, we're not done yet, Amira." There was a hint of laughter, in my wife's voice, but also the promise of great things to come. "Wipe your tears away, we've just gotten started for tonight."
I leaned over and gave both girls a kiss. "I think Amira needs to practice."
"Practice what, Master?" Mistress Katya asked.
"Her new trick," I replied with a sly grin. "I'm sure she will please you."
"She had better," Katya's voice became firm. "Come, Amira."
My wife lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. Our slave instinctively crawled up between them, and she began to gently kiss her Mistress along the inside of her thighs.
Katya's eyes rolled back into her head as the two women began to make love. My eyes fixed on the round globes of Amira's near-perfect rear end.
"That's very good," my redheaded lover purred. "You do that very well!"
My cock hardened in my fist. There were so many things I wanted to do in that instant: Shove my cock down my wife's throat. Fuck our slave from behind. Eat both women out all night long.
Instead, I waited for the pair to share their intimate moment. Amira's head had a slight bob to it as she went down on her Mistress.
"Oh, yes!" Katya cried out. "Right there! Eat my fucking pussy, you little whore . . . Don't stop!"
Eager to please her Mistress, our slave doubled her efforts.
Mistress Katya was splayed out on the bed. Her hands cupped her tiny little breasts, their nipples sticking straight up. Her eyes opened to mere slits, their green pupils peeking out at me.
We smiled lovingly at one another. I was eager to put our slave and lover between us. I could tell Katya was, too, only she was enjoying being eaten out too much!
Her hand went to the back of her slave's head. She grasped a handful of that thick, black hair and thrust her pussy forward. Bucking her hips against Amira's mouth, she began to unleash a stream of snarling obscenities that were probably the sexiest things I have ever heard.
Soon enough, Amira was going for broke. She had pulled back, her lips no longer on her Mistress's pussy. Instead, she flicked the nub of Katya's clit rapidly with her tongue. All the while, she used two fingers to saw in and out of the soaking-wet pussy in front of her.
Unable to hold back any longer, my wife began to orgasm. She clawed at her lover's hair and writhed on the bed.
Finally, she threw her head back into the pillows and let the cum consume her. The room was filled with the sounds of Katya's shrieks and the sloppy lapping of Amira's tongue.
After only two days of being a "lesbian", it seemed that our new slave had picked up quickly. She seemed to instinctively let my wife down slowly. When it became apparent that her Mistress was close to passing out, Amira kissed her way up to Katya's lips and both women held one another close.
Not wanting them to get too comfortable, I waited just a moment then reached out and pulled on Amira's hair. She let out a shocked yelp, but didn't protest as I dragged her across the room to the "rape stand".
My cock wasn't going to be denied much longer and after having witnessed my wife having her way with our slave, I was sure as hell going to get mine!
Among all of the other contraptions and devices in our basement, we have two stands. Each is designed to support the girls laying on their stomachs. There are supports for their knees and elbows. Basically, they allow me (or one of the others) do them from behind while it holds up their weight. One is well-padded and is one of the girls's favourite toys.
The other . . . well, not so much.
In fact, it was designed to be uncomfortable. Instead of a soft cushion, the top is metal. The supports have a little bit of padding, but not much. Sometimes we use metal cuffs. Other times, we use rope tie-downs or even bungee cords.
I led Amira to the stand and lay her down. The cold, hard steel deck made her nipples stand straight up. I saw goosebumps on her back and arms. Her backside was still red from the lashing.
From between her legs, her puffy labia peeked out. Amira was soaked.
Mistress Katya and I fastened leather cuffs around her wrists, then bound her to the stand. We did the same to her ankles.
"Do you think our bitch is ready?" I asked with a sly smile.
"I believe she is, Master," my wife replied, a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Then let's get fucking." I saddled up behind our bound slave. Of course the stand is just the right height for me.
With one swift stroke, I entered her all the way to the hilt. She cried out with pleasure. I let out a low moan.
My hands dug into the round globes of her magnificent rear end. As far as I'm concerned, the only ass in the world better than the one on Yesmine Meadows belongs to Katie.
There was no pretense, no real foreplay. I began to pound away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Katya fitting a red strap-on harness around her waist.
Our slave gritted her teeth, trying not to cry out. After about twenty seconds of merciless pounding, I pushed forward and held my cock inside her. I looked across the room and looked at us in the mirror that spanned the opposite wall.
Amira's face was flush. She had bitten her lip to stifle a scream. The veins in her neck were visible and a thin sheen of sweat covered her brow. The metal on the choker around her neck glistened in the soft light.
"Are you ready to fuck our slave?" I asked.
"Not yet, Master," my accomplice said, a wicked smile on her face. Seeing what she held in her hands, I withdrew, my cock glistening with Amira's juices. My wife fitted the small vibrator against Amira's clit, then secured the straps around her waist and thighs. Her pussy was fully accessible from behind, and the vibe began to hum softly.
"Don't you dare cum without permission," Mistress Katya warned.
"I won't, Mistress." Our slave's voice was already strained. I entered her again and we both gasped.
After a few strokes, I glanced over my shoulder into the corner. Sure enough, the tell-tale red light on one of the cameras shone. I nodded and then winked over at Katya, who stuck her cock into our slave's mouth.
We did her from both ends, varying both the intensity and the speed of our thrusts. I could hear our slave alternate between choking and moaning from the pounding we gave her. She had stopped resisting; instead she took each blow like a trooper, fully surrendering her body to us.
It was all I could do to keep from cumming all over her. Every time Mistress Katya thrust forward into her mouth, Amira's entire body tensed and the muscles in her tight little sex clenched even tighter around my cock.
For several minutes, we kept this up until there was a soft knock on the door. Amira was so absorbed in the fucking we were giving her, she didn't hear it.
The second, louder knock brought a bewildered look to our slave's face as both of us withdrew from her.
There was one final act of submission Mistress Katya and I needed from our new slave.
"Come in," I called.
The door opened and Melinda and Leah led Geoff in to the room. Melinda held the leash in her hands. Both girls were wearing strap-ons that were covered in lube.
Geoff was crawling on his hands and knees. Both his and his wife's eyes got wide when they saw one another.
"Please, Master," Amira begged, even though she had not been given permission to speak. "Not in front of my slave. I'll do—"
Mistress Katya struck her across the backside with her dowel rod so hard I heard it crack. She simply tossed it into the corner and picked up another one. Our slave fell silent, although her eyes were rapidly filling with tears.
Even before the weekend started, the six of us had come up with some ground rules about what was fair game and what was off limits. Mimi had told us she wanted the full slave experience. I don't think she imagined that it would include us humiliating her in front of her own slave, and lacking any explicit rule prohibiting us from doing it, Katie and I decided to proceed.
Besides, everyone had a safe word and if Mimi didn't want to go on, all she had to say were the words, "Starfleet Command".
I half expected her to put an end to the fantasy right then and there, but she didn't.
Yes, there was dismay and embarrassment in her eyes. In all of their D/s play, I don't think Yesmine had ever allowed Geoff to be in a position of power, or see her as anything but the person in control.
Now . . . now, she was clearly not in control.
In their videos, Mimi adopts the character of "Crystal", a typical internet bimbo who just wants to fuck and suck until her guy shoots all over her. Yet that's just a character, and even in their online play, she's clearly in charge.
We had her tied down, beaten until her backside was almost blistered. We had fucked her hard, and we still weren't done. She was completely helpless and at our mercy.
Our plan was to blindside them both. Even though our six-way swap was pre-planned and consensual, this was not. In this little role-play, we were humiliating Mimi by raping her in front of her slave, and humiliating Geoff by cuckolding him.
When we let Melinda and Leah in on our little scheme, they seemed enthusiastic and we all hoped our two friends would like it, too.
The pained expression on Geoff's face was priceless. As was the underlying excitement that I could see in his eyes. Yesmine was equally turned on, although I know she didn't expect this particular twist.
"How do you like that?" I asked, entering her once more. Melinda had positioned Geoff so he was sitting back on his knees. Aside from his collar, he wore a ring around his cock and balls, but was otherwise naked. He had a clear view of his wife mounted to the rape stand. His hands were locked behind his neck and he didn't move.
"I love it, Master," Amira moaned.
"You what?"
"I love it, Master," she repeated.
"You what?" my voice rose just a little and I pounded her a little harder.
"I love it, Master!" she cried.
Releasing my grip on her ass, I raised my hand and struck her across the ass. "You what?"
"I . . . love . . . it . . . Master," she shouted between strokes, although she was unable to look her husband in the eyes.
Satisfied that she was not going to invoke the safe word, I motioned to Mistress Katya, who stepped forward and inserted a ring gag into Amira's mouth. Then she fastened the strap behind our slave's head.
"We're going to fuck you in front of your husband, you little whore," my redheaded wife promised, her voice both hard and excited at the same time.
Amira only grunted, unable to speak. Once I was confident she was secure, I once again began to pound my cock into our slave.
She let out a wail that was filled with exhilaration.
"That's it, you little cock-slut," Katya taunted. "Take that dick up your dirty fucking cunt . . . I'm gonna fuck your mouth, bitch . . ."
Our slave's moans turned to gags as we fell into an easy rhythm. Not to be left out, I felt Leah press her body against mine, her nipples poking into my back. Her lips brushed against the nape of my neck.
"It's my turn," she whispered and my skin began to crawl.
I pulled away and Leah stepped up to gang-bang our old high school friend. Before she mounted our bound slave, she turned to me and mouthed the words, "I love you."
Looking over at Geoff, I saw the agony and the ecstasy on his face.
My brunette wife began to slowly fuck Amira with her strap-on, even as Mistress Katya was giving her the skull-fuck of her life. Melinda patiently waited her turn.
For a long time, I stood there in the middle of my basement watching my three beautiful wives fucking the shit out of one of my best friends from high school. They alternated between Amira's mouth and pussy. They never let up. They never stopped.
Our slave absorbed every blow. She moaned as she was penetrated from both ends, even as the vibrator nestled securely against her clit let out a high-pitched whine.
The ring gag in her mouth caused her to drool uncontrollably. All the while, her husband watched on mutely. His erect cock told me what he thought of the sight before him. And that he liked it.
"I think your slave wants to tell you something," Melinda said, grabbing a handful of Amira's hair and pulling as she rammed her hips forward with each stroke.
"Do you have something to say?" Mistress Katya pushed forward with her own cock, causing our slave to gag. The response was unintelligible.
"It sounds like she wants to cum," Melinda laughed.
"Oh, not yet," Katya looked over at me and winked.
I blew her a kiss back and motioned to Leah, who obediently knelt in front of me to take my cock in her mouth.
Mistress Katya withdrew from Amira's mouth. She and Melinda swapped places, pausing only long enough to grope one another and steal a loving kiss. Standing at Amira's head, Melinda unfastened two buckles and her strap on fell to the floor, exposing her gloriously bare pussy.
"Eat it, bitch," my wife commanded and Amira struggled to comply. Her tongue barely extended past the gag and Melinda did not move close enough for anything more than the tip to brush her skin. My wife smiled wickedly. "Your little cunt can't eat pussy worth shit."
"I'll fix that," Katya said quietly. Leah paused long enough to look over at our wife. Laughter danced in both our eyes.
Amira couldn't see her, but Mistress Katya slipped a condom over her strap-on, then coated it with lube.
Her hands spread Amira's glorious ass cheeks, then she rubbed the tip of her cock into the crack of our slave's ass.
Tears fell along with spittle as Katya entered our slave's puckered little asshole. Amira's eyes rolled back into her head and in that instant, I could tell that she fully gave herself over to her Mistress.
It was as if every muscle in her body relaxed. She stopped resisting. At that moment, she became the submissive Mistress Katya and I demanded. I knew from then on, she would cater to my every whim and that her obedience would be instant and complete.
Looking over my shoulder, I could tell Geoff knew it, too.
With Melinda's pussy on one end, and Katie pounding on her ass at the other, Amira struggled against her bonds for a just a second. I think she wanted to reach up and grab Melinda's ass and pull her closer.
"Take the gag off," Katie commanded after several minutes of ass-fucking. Melinda reached down, tugged on the strap holding the gag in our slave's mouth, then let it fall to the floor.
Amira coughed a couple of times and flexed her jaw to make sure it still worked. She tried go back to eating Melinda's pussy, but clenched her teeth as Katya went to town on her ass. Our slave cried out, unable to contain her pent-up lust.
"M-m-mistress . . . may . . . I . . . please . . . cum?" she gasped.
"Not yet, my little whore," the redhead pushed her strap-on deep into the bound woman's ass, then withdrew suddenly.
In one fluid motion, she slipped the condom off her cock, then walked around to Amira's head. Without pretense or giving our slave time to react, she stuck her cock into the open mouth.
At first, Amira resisted, but then she gagged and tried to spit out the head of Mistress Katya's cock, thinking that it had come straight from her ass. In response, her Mistress slapped her cheeks and thrust forward until it was buried deep in the slave's throat.
More tears ran down Amira's cheeks as she was humiliated in front of her own slave. The illusory ass-to-mouth only added insult to injury.
Even as this went on, Melinda had pulled her strap-on harness back on and was fitting herself with the "double-penetrator" attachment. Geoff's eyes widened. Leah looked on enviously. I tried to decide where I wanted to stick my dick next.
Our slave was in for a long night.
And all six of us loved every minute of it.
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*There's more to our story to come, so stick around for the next part. Thanks once again to my editor, michchick98!* | literotica |
Title: Pre Halloween Fun by Marcius
Tags: Bear, Domination/Submission, F/Herm, M/M, Magic, Raccoon, Vixen
Jamie whimpered quietly to himself when he heard even the softest sound. The young raccoon had just wanted to have a little adventure with his friends. Someone suggested breaking into the old mansion and the small raccoon's shivers had all his friends laughing so they decided to do it. The rumor was that it was haunted, but the truth was far worse, because the ghostly moans weren't just imaginary. Jamie's fur was standing on end but he couldn't bring himself to look up as the big paws he was listing to stopped and the heavy door to the room whined open, or maybe he whined. It was hard to tell.
"So little fellow, you figured you and your furry pals would come and snoop around my workshop would you?" The fur had a deep voice and it seemed to suit the heavy set paws at the edge of the coon's vision. "Figured you would have a little pre Halloween fun. Not for you though, eh? Too bad you weren't fast enough to make it out the door."
The brown paws drew closer sliding across the old wood.
"I'm sorry, please let me go." Jamie pulled pitifully on the shackles at his wrists.
"No." The speaker was to the point. "You came to have fun in my house, so I think it's only fair you let me have some fun too. Wanna know what I like?" The paws came closer until Jamie could see the lower half of a bear standing before him. A small bright red spot in his fur made Jamie shiver again. "Answer me, do you wanna know how I have fun?"
"No, I'd rather not thanks." Jamie squeaked as a big hand paw reached out and rubbed his belly fur.
"Well it's a good thing that I caught you then." The bear grabbed the fur on top of Jamie's head pulled the young coon's head up forcing Jamie to stare into the bear's eyes. Jamie tried to scream but just as he did the bears other big paw clamped down on his muzzle.
"I can't have you doing that." The bear let go of Jamie's ear and reached down to his waist. "You see this?" Jamie nodded. "You're not going to like this." The bear was holding a small silver chain. "With this, I can have any part of you I want."
The big bear slowly wrapped the chain around Jamie's neck being careful not to drop it as he worked around his clamp like grip on the smaller coon's jaws.
"See little one, you're not much more than putty in my paws." The bear grabbed both ends of the chain and slowly started to pull on it.
Jamie started to wriggle about but he couldn't resist very much. He only felt a small pinch but he was terrified of what he couldn't see. Suddenly the pinching stopped and Jamie breathed a sigh of relief, except there was no sigh. The coon felt very woozy as the bear picked him up and brought him closer. Jamie's eyes were frantically shifting from side to side in terror. The coon couldn't get his body to pull away from the bear no matter how hard be pulled on his bonds. His head moved wherever the bear wanted and he couldn't do anything about it. Finally the bear put the coon's muzzle down on his shoulder and stroked Jamie's soft head fur with both paws. The situation would have been almost comforting except as Jamie tried to scream there was no breath to scream with. His maw opened but there were no words. The big bear picked him up again and looked deep into his shrieking eyes with a chuckle.
"I suppose you're wondering. It's always priceless the first time you get to see it."
The bear lifted Jamie up higher so that he could see what had happened but the bear could still see his reaction. There in the corner still in shackles was his body without his head. The raccoon's eyes got so big that the bear thought his mask might fall off if it hadn't been part of his fur.
"Now you see, you'd better do as I tell you or you'll stay this way forever. I'll just mount you up on my wall. In fact..."
The brown bear whirled him around and tucking the coon head under his arm started out the room and down the hall. Floorboards creaked underpaw as the big creature moved through the upper rooms of his once stately home. Finally the bear stopped and paused a moment at the door.
"This is a little shocking, but if you're good you won't end up like them." The bear's free paw and reached out and turned the door knob.
Inside the little raccoon could hardly believe his eyes. He blinked several times not believing something so gruesome could be real. The room had a variety of heads filling a whole wall and on either side was a display in homage to male and female pelvises from ass to pussy or cock.
"Cool huh?"
The raccoon could smell the bear's arousal from the mere site of his trophies he wondered what was in store for himself. The bear lifted the raccoon up to read his reaction and instantly knew what the boy was thinking.
"Why? Well that's in the next room over. Come on, I'll show you."
The raccoon waited until the bear wasn't watching anymore and rolled his eyes. He grimaced as he saw the door handle on this side was made from someone's breast and the big paw tweaked the nipple before he squeezed and opened the door. Through another door was a young female's body with her head missing just as his was. Probably mounted on that wall he'd just seen. The girl was a sexy little vixen by the looks of her, well what he could see of her anyway.
"Watch this." The bear said as if the coon had a choice what direction his head looked.
Using his free paw the bear uncuffed her wrists and handed her a small object from on the floor. The girl instantly took the pink item and started to masturbate with it.
"See how horny furs get when they can't play whenever they want. No one tells me they don't enjoy my attentions. Now they beg for me. It's so much fun to mess with them. That toy she's got has her boyfriend's nutsack inside, and as she cums and clamps down on it he cries. I even told her and she still does it cause she needs a toy in order to orgasm."
The bear turned and left the girl to her own devices.
"As for you, my little friend." He spoke as he started back down the hall. "I'm not sure if I would enjoy watching you suffer, or if I want to use you for myself. Perhaps I could do worse by releasing you missing your balls, or perhaps minus your whole cock. Make you come back here and beg me every time you want to have an orgasm? I'll think about it, but in the meantime."
The bear took Jamie's head in both paws and put the coon's nose to his crotch. The bear's semi hard cock was still poking through the thick brown fur.
"Lick me while we walk to the study. Remember there are other parts of you that I can take if I want so do a good job."
Jamie hesitated a moment and found his nose buried into the musky fur. The raccoon thought it must have been ages since the bear had taken a bath because he smelled horrid, but as the bear started to press claws into his head the coon put his thoughts aside and started to lap at the disgusting cock under his nose. The taste was even more fowl than the smell suggested, and had Jamie had his stomach he wouldn't have had his lunch, and being a raccoon he could put up with a lot of bad flavor.
The hall ended and the bear turned into the small study which he kept just at the base of the stairs to the attic. Jamie couldn't see it because his eyes were closed tight but there was a small ragged rug covering the grayed wood floor and a coffee table sat next to a formerly luxurious chair with a formerly fluffy footstool. The bear flopped down in his favorite chair with the newly decapitated head in his lap looking up at him.
"Open up. I'm all excited now so you can't leave the job half done." The bear commanded and Jamie felt tears welling up in his eyes as his mouth slid over the bear's fat and engorged member. The raccoon hadn't given head before and he hadn't really planned on it so now with a big bear pushing a fat cock into his throat, the raccoon gagged hard. The bear leaned back and sighed. A boy gagging for him always made him cum more, he never had been able to put his paw on why. It didn't take long though before the bear reached out a big paw and started to scritch at his thigh and his fat cock pulsed. Jamie's face was drenched in tears and as he felt the hot bear seed trickle down his throat he wished he could just drop dead.
"Ah that's a good boy. Now just lap up the rest of it until I go soft." Slowly the bear did just that and soon the throbbing rod which had held his head in place receded back into the brown fur leaving Jamie teetering on his nose in the bear's lap. Jamie couldn't tell but the big bear slowly fell asleep and as soon as he shifted his weight the raccoon head fell unceremoniously to the floor.
It felt like hours later before the lazy bear woke up. It had probably been all night but with every window in the house boarded up Jamie couldn't tell. All the raccoon could tell from his vantage point was that the bear had even bigger paws than he thought before, because now one was resting on his nose.
"Sorry about that little guy. Hey you wanna be a dildo today?"
In fact, Jamie didn't want to be a dildo. He was mostly just thinking about how he could escape the nightmare he was in, but the bear didn't care. Within a few minutes the raccoon was back in the little room housing the rest of his body. The bear put him down on the floor with a good angle to see what was going on.
"You've got to get hard or you won't make a very fun toy." The bear's rough paws were rubbing him up and down but Jamie was determined to not get turned on. After everything he'd seen it wasn't very tough to keep his mind on more terrifying things.
"Fine, be like that. I've done this a lot I know what will get you hard."
The bear stormed out of the room and quickly returned with a cheetah girl's rump. It was cut like a sex toy with both her ass and pussy visible and she was dripping wet. The bear plopped her down none to gently at the end of Jamie's nose. The smell of her moist eager sex right in front of him made his mouth water. The bear stood watching, and Jamie's eyes darted up to him for a moment before returning to the piece of tail in front of him. He wouldn't let the scent take his mind away, he refused but before long he found that his instincts were more powerful than his reminiscence of the fear from earlier. Fight as he might his cock was starting to stir across the room. The bear padded over to the cuddly raccoon body and began trying to coax more of the light purple cock out.
"Purple? Very exotic. I can't wait to make you my dildo. I was gonna give you to one of the girls but I'm taking you first, since you're still being stubborn."
Jamie tried to turn up his nose to the pussy in front of it, but he couldn't. His face was stuck and was forced to keep breathing in the pheromones which were causing him to lose his fight with the bear. Suddenly the raccoon felt the bear's whole paw engulf his manhood and he knew the fight was over. As the cheetah swished her tail from side to side Jamie saw the silver chain reappear and he felt that familiar pinch as his cock fell into the bears waiting palm. His cock was stiff and he could feel it as the bear rolled it over in his paws.
"Told you, I've done this a lot. I know how to make you do what I want."
Soon the bear walked out leaving him sitting on the floor staring across the room at his cockless body. Jamie's cheek fur was matted with tears and he was soon crying again as he felt sharp claws digging into his sensitive flesh. The raccoon expected that he would have to endure more unwanted attention from the bear, but he didn't expect to see his cock walk back in attached to the vixen that he'd seen the night before. Her head was still up on the wall in the other room, so she had no idea what she was doing but she could feel the cock that had been attached to her and she was playing with it. The bear came back in and bent down in front of the girl and lifted his little tail. The vixen, now a herm, felt a nice soft set of balls bouncing off her pussy lips and quickly buried them one after the other into her pussy. She was going to enjoy squeezing them with each thrust that followed as long as the bear let her. The bear was soon ready for his fun and pushed himself into the girl's hips until she got the message and began to thrust into his big rear end.
Jamie was getting horny. He couldn't help it. That big ugly bear glaring at him from across the room was clenching and pulling and riding his cock and it didn't matter how much he hated it. It still felt good, plus he could feel his balls soaked in foxy pussy juice being squeezed with each thrust and a plump pussy was resting under his nose. The poor raccoon didn't even have to consciously move his tongue. It seemed to reach out on its own to lap at the piece of ass in front of him. He blinked his eyes amazed that suddenly, he could taste the cat on his tongue. Then within a few minutes he was lost in the act.
The coon's eyes snapped open when suddenly he felt his wrist fall free from its bonds. The bear had made his way across the room to Jamie's partly restrained body. The vixen was still thrusting the raccoon cock rhythmically into her paws, but Jamie's focus was entirely on his body. He waited as he watched his second arm fall free and the bear locked eyes with him. The small coon turned into a little ball of fury in an instant as he lashed out violently. Coordinating from across the room was nearly impossible but if he could cause any damage at all he'd be happier. It was the strangest feeling in the world throwing a punch while getting jerked off and pretending to lick pussy, but the raccoon tried his best. He even managed to get a solid hit on the bear's jaw and a good kick to the groin but the bear didn't drop to the ground like the coon had hoped. Some other fur on the wall cried for his busted balls. The bear had learned to keep his orbs safe early on, a stay kick can land at any time and he didn't want that. Instead whoever tried to kick him now got their balls put on his crotch for the next kick to land on. The strategy had worked well, no one kicked him twice.
The big bear snarled and grabbed the little flailing body quickly pinning him to the ground. Being so much larger and heavier the bear had little trouble positioning the raccoon's tail in a prime position for his revenge. Jamie glared at the bear as he felt the same fat pole which had violated his throat so ruthlessly earlier now begin to pierce his virgin tailhole. Just about the same time the vixen clamped down on his balls like a vice making his eyes water as she finally came. Having finished herself off the girl sat down on the floor not aware that the cock fixed to her body was still pulsing and eager. The bear laughed as he plunged himself balls deep into the tight tail under him, ripping the small raccoon's booty wide open with his engorged dick. He was grunting and huffing with each rough thrust into the raccoons defeated and defenseless body. Jamie tried to scream, but it came out silent. The massive cock splitting his backside felt like it was going to tear him in half and he wished that it would so that the whole thing would be over, but it didn't happen. Instead the coon's blood mixed with the thick slimy seed which the bear delighted in delivering as deep into the sweet tight rear as he could. Jamie wished as hard as every other fur that was trapped in the old mansion had on their first day, but the pain didn't go away and he didn't wake up. | FSE |
Title: Drifter (Part 1) by Fenryx
Tags: Adventure, D&D, Fantasy, Human, Sci-Fi, Wolf
Dawn slowly meanders over the horizon as a lone canine, looking like an amalgamation of German shepherd and rottweiler with dark fur a medium sized muzzle and a tan mask over his eyes as well a tail more like a shepherd than a rotttie's is dressed in a greatcoat of darkness, spaulders of some ebony metal grace his shoulders as a fine mesh of chainmail forms a shirt of protection over dark leather breeches that could almost be considered armor unto themselves leading to black boots with steel toes, gazes blankly from the ramparts. A strange musket combining the pump action of a modern shotgun with a large revolver barrel and a grove extending into the stockholding percussion caps apparently for igniting the powder in the magazine is propped up against one of the battlements of an old western style castle that its owner just happens to be sitting on as he sharpens a pair of cleaver like blades attached short sword fashion with knuckle duster hand guards. Dull red eyes, a feature that forever haunts him due to a gypsy curse, turn to the rising orb of an angry red hue and sighs as shakes his head, furred in a shade of gray somewhere between charcoal and the hue of gunmetal. He had spent the night in contemplation as he looks bark at the castle in which he finds himself. Older than the nation in which he finds himself, this dog, a ranger by trade, a professional hunter of men and beasts with faith in the old ways that allows him to do magic when his heart is sufficiently in it, questioning the very reasons he has come here.
"Ravaging monsters, my tail!" Gundolf exclaims. "Bunch of grumbling nobles is more like it!" "And petty nobles at that!" Voice from behind mockingly agrees with his assessment. With almost lighting speed, Gundolf grabs his musket and points it at the speaker. Seeing the lady canine that called him to aid her, a beastling like himself her fur is a different color than his as it almost seems to be aflame with curly auburn hair tied up in a bun and unlike him a poodle, he lowers his rifle and grouses: "Well, good morn, Lady Elena, just going to bed, my lady?" "Just getting up, actually." Elena retorts as she glides in wearing a studded dark leather dress and carrying a more traditional breech loading percussion rifle. "I like doing a little practice early in the morning. Care to join me?" "Why not?" Gundolf says with a smirk to the lady wolf as he goes and collects his satchel; pair of ferrets operates a mechanized miniature catapult as he inquires of his hostess: "A skeet shooting machine?" "Just purchased last week," Elena half-explains. "The practice of firearm drilling was deemed necessary for the nobility by the Duke. It seems he whishes to have those under him able to these weapons in times of need. Although I did have the opportunity to put those honed skills into practice in a limited fashion before you arrived." Elena pulls up her sleeve to reveal a set of puncture wounds/bite marks that affects a pale green glow that brightens and fades safe watches and evaluates: "Warp spider wounds. You're lucky only one got through your defenses. They usually travel in packs of two to five." "You know your lore, that's good." Elena says evenly. "We've been getting a lot of strange reports lately. You might be able to make some sense of them." She sighs and gazes out over the darkened landscape. "And how to deal with the threats detailed within. I'm gathering a hunting party for that purpose." "What sort of clientele do we speak of?" Gundolf inquires as a disk is shot up only to be obliterated by the ranger's rifle. "Certainly not the some of the nobles I saw coming up here?" "You are the only monster hunter that responded to my advertisement, Mister Gundolf Jaeger wasn't it?" Elena asks as she also takes down a clay pigeon with a single shot. "What manner of musket do you use, if I may ask?" Gundolf smirks and lightly chuckles to himself as he admires the handiwork of the rifle himself: "A special rotary musket that is rather experimental with mine being the only prototype. I have a badger friend in Sharn who is a bit of a mad gunsmith." "Brom Blackstar?" Elena asks incredulously as she has had dealings with the same badger. "He has some rather odd notions about firearms." "That maybe so but I'm willing to field test some of his ideas. Like this rifle, it can fire five shots before reloading." Gundolf says as he pats his musket and cranks the lever to rotate the next shot into place."Which goes by pretty quick when I get in some fights." Then he glances over to see some large mobile mounds converging on the ferrets. "Have you had problems with dire moles in the past, milady?" "No... Elena relates as she fires a shot at one of the mounds causing lava to spout in the air accompanied by a horned and frilled crocodile as large as a riding horse. "Gods of light and darkness! What is that?" "Lava lizards!" Gundolf explains through clenched teeth. "I knew this place was too close to those springs!" "Sulfur Springs?" Elena asks incredulously. "What does the luxury resort have to do with all of this?" "There's a pool of magma under the springs." Gundolf explains. "Early run off from a long extinct volcano. We're near enough to the Ring of Fire to be a part of that chain. This is what heats the waters and provides this island with its tourist attraction. Pools like that also have lava lizard nests from deep within the planet as well as run offs from Pyros and Geodobe." "Planes of Fire and Earth, I believe the other two are Aquos and Aerodobe." Elena quips with a smirk. "I knew my tutoring would come in handy. So those hot scalies are lava lizards, eh? I've read about them." "Reading about them and fighting them are two different things." Gundolf states. "I've actually done both." Elena takes out a light blue translucent crystal and slides it into a special receptacle in the back of her rifle. "Brom sold my father and master on combining magic and technology with this rifle." Gundolf nods and proceeds with: "Geomana crystals can be a volatile addition to firearms. But when I use them it's in their raw form." He slides a similar type of crystal into his own musket. "I do hope that's a cryogeomana you slotted into your musket." Elena shoots and snowflakes trail from the bullet's path as it hits the lava lizard. "Of course! Aquos and Aerodobe energy combine to create cryogeomana. Lava lizards are mainly Pyros and Geodobe and cryogeomana defeats any resistance they have." The lava lizard bucks from the shot as Gundolf targets another. The raw energy of his crystal turns it a light blue transparency in his musket, acting as a gun sight with one of the pale white snowflakes floating into place before his eye to aid in perfectly targeting his prey. "Have the ferrets retreat, no sense in losing them and the catapult. I doubt if it's them they want anyway."
Gundolf takes two shots in rapid succession. As the one lava lizard writhes in extreme pain a burrowing vehicle surfaces on the front lawn and releases a variety of automatons designed as weapons of war. Steel and rubber scorpions each half as massive as the monsters they are fighting, their chainsaw claws and buzz saw mandibles are only the beginning of the weapons of the mecha-scorpio as the stinger is an arcane arrow projector and its main chassis conceals a quintet of explosive rockets each with its own arcane guidance system. The wolves look at each other and sigh, Albrecht Mechmann, Lord Professor of Alchemical Munitions has come home. Elena sighs and almost drops her rifle as Gundolf catches her from behind.
"Are you alright, milady?" Gundolf asks even though he knows the answer already in his heart of hearts. "No, Gundolf, my master is back." Elena answers with a glare."It will start anew, I suggest you leave before father finds out you were here." "Fat chance of that; strumpet!" A voice from behind them wheezes. Fen turns around to find a rather morbidly obese individual combining all the worst qualities of human and orcs with a smug expression wringing his hands in the evil glee of triumph. "Jonathan Sneed!" Elena growls at the corpulent chamberlain."What rock did you crawl out from under?" "The master radioed ahead." Sneed sneers. "He was chasing lava lizards in his drilling machine and wanted me to detain your playmate." "Does he now?" Gundolf asks as quickly draws twin pistol revolvers of a similar nature to the percussion cap technology of his rifle. "You'll never get away with it, Drifter." Sneed yells with false bravado. "The master will..." "Probably reward me for disposing of such a sniveling servant." Gundolf says with a self satisfied smirk. "Anyway it was he who summoned me in the first place." "What did he summon you for?" Lady Elena asks with a semi-worried look as Gundolf aims both revolvers for the sky and fires them at something he perceives as approaching very quickly. Sneed is about to make a remark when they hear buzzing. A mosquito the size of a very tall person with a scorpion like tail drops in front of them. "GAH! Vampire!" Sneed screams like a little girl. "Master! Verminous vampires are attacking the compound!" Gundolf gets off a pair of shots as he makes his way towards the villa and one of the towers attached to it. "Tell your boss this is getting added to my bill!" Elena smirks as she watches Gundolf scramble up a tower. "At least he's not afraid to take action, Sneed." "We need to get you inside, Elena," Sneed says as he grabs her wrist. "You're wanted in the war lab."
Gundolf takes up a sniper position in the tower as a dozen vampires start to descend. Cool and collected he sets his sites on the descending vermin. Three quick shots from his rifle reduces the number of insects of titanic proportions by the same amount. He smiles briefly as he drives to avoid a flurry of needles attached to transparent threads. The threads evaporate and confirm their mystical nature. Gritting his teeth, Gundolf all his taxonomic thoughts behind him as he shoots another three times; bagging another trio of vampires and emptying his gun. Dropping behind cover, he starts to reload.
Deep within the mansion, Elena is surrounded by a small automated factory. The sound of machinery operating more or less autonomously surrounds her as she is led to a cleared berth amid the maddening maze of mechanized industry. Watching her is a crew of diminutive persons of prodigious proboscises in varying degrees of disarray displaying a preposterously enormous amount of productive energy as they attend the machinery with tools both technical and mystical; they jabber amongst themselves in their native tongue as to the nature of her presence as these gnomes are wont to do whenever Elena makes her way down here. As she waits just outside the berth a digging machine pops up from underground as Mechmann's war machines crawl down to join him. Emerging from the machine is a large man in the middle of his life. A large bushy moustache dominates as a wild mane of dark brown hair crowns his bald head. Goggles cover his eyes as he gives everyone the thumbs up from a gloved hand as he wears a rust colored jumpsuit that somehow accommodates his tremendous girth.
"Well done, everyone!" Mechmann beams. "The Iron Mole worked as planned. We have secured new fuel resources." Live lava lizards are paraded out of the machine by the automatons. "Now, I understand that Master Jaeger has come to the mansion as per my request?" "Yes, Professor!" Sneed concedes. "Although what you need a beastling for is beyond me. We can do whatever you wish without putting the plan in his grubby paws" "We have more than those lizards to deal with, father, verminous vampires have gotten through the barrier again." Elena says with a glare to Sneed. "Gundolf is in a watchtower with a revolver rifle to deal with them." "I heard a report from the militia coming in." Mechmann relates. "They took a part of the grid by surprise. Five dead by their damned blood drain ability." Realization hits him. "Did you say he went to a watchtower?" "The northeastern one, sir," Sneed reports, "He took out one or two with mere pistols shots." "That's why I'm hiring him." Mechmann states plainly. "We have speaker cables running to both towers do we not?" "Yes, milord," one of gnome says as he looks plainly at his boss. "The line is clear and useable if you want to contact him." Mechmann nods and is given a microphone as Sneed activates a device with speakers. "Hello? Master Jaeger? Can you hear me?" Gundolf blinks when he hears the voice and almost drops the charge he was pouring into his gun. Taking the microphone in one paw he switches it on with his tail. "Gundolf Jaeger here; I take it that I am addressing Lord Professor Albrecht Mechmann?" "That is correct," the voice from the speakers acquiesces,"I understand you are dealing with some vermin that are buzzing my house." Gundolf snaps the reloaded cylinder back into his rifle and pops percussion caps into the special holding well that stores them until used in igniting the powder before he answers the question posed to him. "That is correct. My apologies for answering so late, I was reloading my rifle." "Ah, yes, you work to field test Blackstar's more inspired creations do you not?" Mechmann's voice relates in an amused tone. "I take it you're field testing your current weapon?" "Actually, this is a custom made rifle that he had perfected with my help. He was murdered for this design." Gundolf states grimly. "But the joke is on the killers and the fiend who hired them." Gunfire is heard as Gundolf takes out another trio of vampires. A grainy black and white depiction of the battle above is being projected onto a steel wall as everyone is amazed at Fen's skill. "A remarkable weapon this beastling must have." Mechmann remarks as he watches Gundolf go through his paces. "Elena, did he tell you the name of the tinker he gets his guns from?" "Brom Blackstar, Lord Father." Elena states in a matter of fact fashion. "If he is to believed then the badger lets Gundolf field test his more esoteric artillery." "Well, Elias," Mechmann says to his chief assistant; the gnome who speaks for the rest of the workers, Elias Kenneth Boom, "Looks like you were right about Blackstar having a field tester." "Aye, Professor," Elias concedes as he turns on a monitor and looks in on Gundolf himself, scratching the deep russet goatee he affects as his personal fashion in facial hair. "I wonder if that rifle is that rifle is the much vaulted final prototype of his so called "Avenger" that was going to be his crowning achievement in firearms." Elena shoots Elias an incredulous look before asking:"Avenger? He called it a rotary rifle before the vampires attacked." "The Avenger is purportedly a greatly extrapolated revolver in musket form for increased range and accuracy." Elias explains as he and Mechmann give each other knowing glances. "Blackstar himself christened it the "Avenger" for reasons of his own. These designs were scoffed at by the leading manufacturers when unveiled in a limited venue at a recent convention that the master and I attend annually." "Yes, yes, the designs looked rather improbable from what I remember and his claims rather incredulous." Mechmann speculates aloud before turning to Elias. "You purchased the designs as per instructions did you not, Elias?" "Already trying to scrutinize the weapon, sire," Elias states as he had a set of schematics in front of him besides the monitor. "I think I can confirm that the final prototype for the Avenger has been located." Elena is wide eyed and unsure of what to make of all this. "Father?" She asks tentatively. "What is going on?" "Nothing you need concern yourself with, my child." Mechmann says in a consoling tone but with stern eyes whose unwavering gaze tells her in no uncertain terms to drop the matter. Elena lowers her eyes in submission and wordlessly concedes to her master. "Very good, Elena, now I'm going to need your natural talents to aid me in reigning in Master Jaeger when necessary. My ultimate goal shall be safeguarded by his considerable skill in marksmanship." "You mean you're still planning to collect all eight crystals?" Elias asks incredulously. "We have only discovered a few of the locations where the crystals are kept!" "Is that what I have been researching, Master?" Elena asks tentatively. "Finding the locations of the legendary GeoMana Crystal Temples? Each containing the fabulous crystal capacitors of tremendous elemental power?" "Precisely, Elena," Mechmann says with a nod and a stern glance. "I need their combined power for my own plans to establish a lasting peaceful and orderly society out of the chaos we now find ourselves in." Elena nods but is unsure of his intentions. "Yes, master, I shall double my efforts to get the locations deciphered from the parchments and slabs the archaeologists have recovered." "Good girl, Elena, I will need coordinates to the temples and that is precisely what I hired those half-elves for." Mechmann beams as Elena bows to her adoptive father and master. "I beg your leave to return to my studies, father." Mechmann nods and Elena is allowed to depart. Once she is out of earshot, he turns to Sneed with a markedly sinister expression. An aura of fire and brimstone seems to radiate from Professor Mechmann's massive frame cowing the already cowed Jonathan Sneed as he gives his subordinate instruction: "Listen very carefully, Mr. Sneed, I need to keep both of these stray dogs on very short leashes. Elena has never had much contact with her own kind. I made sure of that. Part of my reason for choosing Gundolf is because he is a male canine. I'm going to use Elena to control of him be we must make sure our control over her is absolute." "How do you plan on maintaining this control, milord?" Elias asks as Sneed just cowers before his master in abject terror. "Sneed, I want you to limit their interaction as much as possible. I don't want total separation as this will be counter productive to the result I want to foster." Mechmann outlines as he continues to lecture his servants. "But I want just enough socialization to all a first bud of romance to blossom so we can crush it and along with that, her spirit." "So her loyalty to us will be complete without the control collars we're developing for their kind." Boom says with conviction. "We will control her without the need of such a device." "And what about Jaeger?" Sneed asks fearfully. "His marksmanship is second to none! You saw how easily he took out those vampires!" "Which is why I want Elena to get close to him." Mechmann says in a conspiratorial tone. "I can actually dispose of Elena easier than Gundolf and if we play our cards right that will convince the Drifter to stay his hand." | FSE |
Title: Omisa's life Shola Returns by Elis_Dragin
Tags: Dragon, Love, M/F, Masturbation, Oral
Okay everyone, you should know the rules, 18+ only or for those who think they're mature enough, can take resposibility for their actions, and are good at controlling themselves. This won't be the last chapter but it is my biggest :) Enjoy...
It was now 3 months since the arrival of Omisa's brother Elis unto their world, and everything was fine. Drai still studying up on his spells, Olarnis discussing business with the council, and Elis simply enjoying his newfound life. A few evil dragons were still around but they would soon be dealt with, but Omisa would not help fight them again! But now, our current situation...
It was a clear day, with the suns shining as brightly as ever, and the animals playing in the fields, galloping across the tall grass. They were not alone however, for Omisa was taking a walk though those very fields, enjoying the radiant sunlight on his dark scales. He knew how nice it was to bask in the sun but he had other matters to attend to, like getting the sack of food he was carrying back home. He sighed as he kept going at his pace, thinking about Shola and their first Yiss. In fact, that was their only Yiss to date; they never took on that act again. Neither did they meet up even to talk, mainly because Shola was busy with her own life, when she found out she had passed her education. He thought hard, as he walked out of the high grass and into the forest around their home, juggling that enigmatic question in his head. Will he ever meet her again?
He arrived at the Acrolyte, his one true home, and went inside to see Olarnis standing against the wall. His arms were crossed, his head looking down to the floor as if there was something of interest down there. He moved his head up to see Omisa coming through the door.
"I see you got the food." Olarnis spoke, moving away from the wall and taking the sack from him. He saw that Omisa was daydreaming, but the look on his face said something more. "Is there something wrong Omisa?" Asked Olarnis, snapping Omisa out of it.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing, I've just been thinking lately." Omisa said, shaking his head to bring him back to the real world.
"That's not something you do often is it Omisa?" Said a familiar voice from the staircase. Omisa turned to see Drai standing there, leaning on one of the banisters. The look on his face was one that said 'I know what you're thinking of'.
"Drai please quit turning everything into a joke." Omisa said, hissing a bit.
"Well, you did say I should lighten up." Drai replied, smiling at his joke.
"Right, that does it." Omisa began to hurl himself at Drai but was intervened by Olarnis, which pushed him back and toppled Drai to the floor. Olarnis spoke out from the pile of Dracious that now lay there.
"Grrr, I had enough of you two fighting like this, you're adults now!" He said, struggling to get to his feet, pulling Omisa up with him.
"Then tell Drai to SHUT UP, I don't need his silly jokes right now. I've got a lot on my mind. The last thing I need is any chrek from him." He shouted harshly, bursting into tears and storming past everyone to go upstairs. The last sound he made was the slam of his bedroom door. Elis had apparently just got to the main hall from the kitchen after hearing Omisa shouting.
"Is something wrong?" Asked Elis, making his brothers heads turn to him, silent like statues. Olarnis eventually spoke the answer.
"There is nothing wrong Elis, Omisa needs to sort his head out."
Omisa didn't come down for tea that night, or even leave his room for the toilet or shower. Everyone was getting a bit worried now, especially Elis since they were closer than his other brothers. After all, they acted out in Yiss more times than any other dragon in the world. So Elis decided to go up and see him. He went upstairs and opened the door to his room to see Omisa on the bed, curled up slightly with his back towards the door. The faint sound of sniffing could be heard from the black mass. Elis went further in, closing the door behind him, and then Omisa spoke.
"Hello Elis." He said in a rather upset and croaky voice. Elis was now looking over his side to see that his eyes were closed, one hand upon his muzzle while the other was wrapped around his chest. These signs showed a lot of stress and worry was on Omisa's mind.
"Omisa, you didn't come down for tea. Is something wrong?" Elis asked, but Omisa just lay there, silent except for his breathing. Then Elis read his thoughts to see what was wrong, seeing that he missed Shola. "It's her, isn't it?" He said in a comforting way, pulling Omisa up in his arms to hug him. Omisa cried lightly, teeth showing through his maw, feeling happy to be with his brother but upset that he's not with her. He stopped crying a few minutes later, and then he pulled back from Elis, wanting to speak now.
"All I want Elis...is to be with her again. To hold her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her body, the rhythm of her heart against mine. But I don't know where she lives now...and I may never do." He seemed on the verge of crying while he talked but knew that it would not bring her back.
"Should I sleep here tonight?" Elis asked, wanting to keep his brother company through this depression.
"If you could Elis." Said Omisa lightly, and with that they got under the covers and fell asleep for the night. Omisa liked the company when he was down but it would not be enough, unless she returned to him.
She awoke once again to the light shining through her window, near blinding her. She closed her eyes and moved out of the sunlight before opening them again, still slightly drowsy from the sleep.
"I need to get a room with a North facing window." She said to herself as she rubbed her eyes, getting to her feet. She looked around to see the small mess her room was in now, with cups and wooden saucers scattered around the floor and some lying on the bedside table. She also noticed the wet patch on the sheets, remembering the small Yiss she had with herself last night. She smiled a little, wondering what her face looked like when she was being pleasured. She hadn't got quite used to the feeling and still cringed a bit from time to time. She thought about her friends as she stood there, about her teacher Omisa, about how he helped her. In fact, she hadn't seen him for months, making her wonder if he was alright and getting on with life. She went around the room gathering up the cups and saucers that were scattered, placing them by the bed to be washed later. She went to open the door when someone knocked at it, she quirked a brow at the wonder of who it could be. She opened the door to find a pink dragon standing there in the hallway, looking at her with worry in his eyes.
"Who are you?" She asked, suddenly being grasped at her hands by his, as if he was beginning to plead. He spoke to her in a desperate voice.
"I'm sorry if you don't know me but I'm a brother of Omisa, and I really need your help. He has fallen into a depression and won't come out of his room to even eat, just because he hasn't seen you lately. So, could you see him for us?" She had no idea that Omisa would actually do this, let alone fall into depression. She had known him as a kind and considerate dragon with loads of energy and a likeness of Yiss. She was worried now, what if Omisa really has done this, what if he kills himself because of this? She knew what must be done.
"Okay then, but could I know who you are?" She questioned, knowing that in the rush the dragon forgot to introduce himself.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Elis, Elis Dragin." He replied, scratching the back of his head.
"Well, I'll be down soon, just let me to get cleaned up." Elis nodded, still in a bit of a rush since he sneaked out while Omisa was still asleep. If Omisa woke up and Elis wasn't there, it might push him a little too far into his depression.
The shower room was empty; every other Dracious was in town or in a nearby library. She went inside and the water started to pour from the ceiling in a way similar to rain. She jumped a bit from the cold water but it quickly heated up and she was getting washed, her scales now erected to get to the skin underneath. She thought of what could have happened to Omisa if he was like this since yesterday, not eating or sleeping right or even going to the toilet. The physical and mental pain he must be in right now, it made her feel sorry for not being at his side, to help comfort him, to care for him.
She nearly finished up until an idea crawled into her head, a rather Yissy idea. After all, there was no one here to see her do it by herself, but she tried to resist, the safety and health of Omisa being more important than he little act. A sudden recognition in her mind dispersed her worries, relaxing her suddenly, moving her hand over her sheath against her thoughts. She realised that this was Omisa's subconscious, the instinct to Yiss that she received as a gift from him. All her worrying set it off and now she saw that the only way out was to Yiss.
She began to rub her sheath in a gentle motion, purring in her chest and the water helped to relax her, which was unusually becoming warmer. She moved her finger over the sheath, parting the lips of her genital slit, easing her finger in and out at a steady pace. Her insides began to react to the pleasure as she started to contract around the intruding finger, her own lubrication leaking into her orifice. She started moaning softly as the pleasure increased, pushing her finger deeper into her, and managing to stroke the Menjouri penis that lay in there.
Menjouri is an ancient dragon word for 'false' or 'inactive', which means that the Menjouri penis no longer has the function that it would have in a male or herm. Dragons are developed with both sex organs in the egg, but one is usually left underdeveloped, except in the case of a herm dragon, so that the dragon is hatched with its own sex organs and not that of it's opposite gender.
She moaned even louder, the pleasure moving her closer to a climax, the water helping to maintain a relaxed position but not as much as she would collapse onto the floor. She moved from her Menjouri penis, going to the top of her orifice, penetrating the walls of her vagina. She could no longer stand from these surges of pleasure and decided to sit on the floor. She started to snarl lightly, her walls contracting around the appendage that now lay in her. She wanted it to go deeper, to fill up every space inside her but her finger was not long enough to accomplish that. Her natural lubrication now leaked out of the slit, being washed away by the water, only to be replaced by more when she pulled her finger out.
For some reason, she couldn't attain a climax but was so close to one as well, she just couldn't do it alone. Her worries got the best of her and she stopped for a bit, wondering whether this sort of stimulation alone could achieve anything. She really wanted to Yiss with Omisa, the way he was always Yissful but careful and always caring. The way he achieved such a climax so quickly but never denied anyone of theirs'. The love he had in his eyes when they acted in Pure Yiss, their hearts beating in rhythm with one another, the way they embraced one another from when he entered her to their climax.
Then she shuddered violently as she achieved a climax, he finger now squashed be the surrounding walls, he cum flowing out of her orifice in a stream like manner. She moaned and snarled loudly a few times in tune to her contractions, finally falling into a deep purr as her cum washed away by the water, which was now cooling down. She smiled, knowing that all she needed to achieve climax...was a memory of the one she loved. Could she have been in love with Omisa all this time? Could they soon be mates? She sat there for a while, pondering those questions before she got washed again and exited the shower room. She caught the scent of her musk, a sweet honey like smell with lavender, which females usually gave off as a sex identity. She met back up with Elis and they set off to the Acrolyte.
Omisa was not at his best, weak from the lack of food and water, which he himself had denied. He couldn't even Yiss because his strength had left him; it was like a second Perpetual Bliss to him. He knew that Elis left when he heard the door close, which woke him up, that and the absence of warmth in the bed. He could hear the main door open, the sounds of voices being heard but too far away to recognise. He strained his ear holes in an attempt to listen but he was too weak, so he simply lay there and waited to see what happens. The sound of steps on the stairs could be heard, light steps echoing slowly in his room. A strange musk was smelt by him, almost recognisable, like honey and lavender. A female? In the Acrolyte? He smiled lightly, knowing there hasn't ever been a woman in the Acrolyte, not since her...
He stopped in the midst of his thought, wondering if it was truly her; did she come to his aid, to finally be with him again? The door opened, and low and behold, the same green scales, the yellow plates, and the recognisable blue stripes, it was all there. Shola was there. He almost felt like crying, knowing that his loved one now stood a few feet from him, the comfort of the thought warming him up inside.
"Omisa, what happened to you?" she questioned shockingly, seeing the state he was in, making her feel like crying.
"I'm...sorry...Shola, I...didn't...I couldn't..." He coughed a bit, not harshly but it seemed enough to have her move straight to his side.
"Use your telepathy Omisa, you cannot talk like this." She said, the tears welling up in her eyes becoming more prominent. He told her telepathically of what forced him into this, that he was angry with his brother, that he missed her so much, and all he really needed was for her to be at his side. She burst into tears, embracing him strongly, which lifted him off the bed and into her arms. He wept lightly, loving the hug she gave him, finding the strength to return it. They sat there, together, arms tightly holding one another as if they could live if they separated. They calmed down and she moved back to look into his eyes, still holding him to stop him from falling.
"I'm going to help Omisa, to get you back on your feet." She was smiling now, finding the courage to help him, and aid him back to health. He had to stay in bed for a few days to rest up, Shola sleeping very little in an attempt to help Omisa in any way possible. She, however, could not Yiss with him yet since he was too weak and it could cause him pain. She did bring him meals at regular intervals, starting with simple things like soup and porridge, soon becoming a balanced meal of meats and vegetables.
After four days of her coming to his aid, he asked her something after a meal.
"Shola?"
"Yes Omisa, do you need something?" She asked.
"Could you help me to the shower room?" He replied, her face showing a little worry on the task he wanted her to do.
"But you cannot stand Omisa, you're still too weak." She said as she went over to him, kneeling down and placing a hand on his cheek. He moved his own hand up to hold hers, smiled, and then said.
"I know. That's why you're going to be my walking stick." He said light heartedly, making her giggle a bit.
"Okay then Omisa, I'll take you to the shower room." She said. She took Omisa's arm and placed it across her back for support, lifting him up by his waist, her strength making it easy to carry him. He moved his feet one in front of the other as they both left his room, making some attempt at walking. He didn't want to look helpless, he was quite a fighter and he wanted to do anything he could to overcome the obstacles that lay before him.
They arrived in the shower room, the light reflecting off the white tiles of the room, making it rather bright. The water poured through the ceiling as they entered, as usual, cold at first but becoming warmer almost immediately. She stopped in the centre of the room, laying Omisa down on the floor in a sitting position, both of them erecting their scales to get cleaned.
"Do you want me to wash you?" Shola asked Omisa. He looked up and smiled.
"Only if I can wash you." He said, not jokingly but lovingly, liking her company more than ever now. She still smiled, knowing Omisa meant for humour but making it sound different. So they started to wash each other, both of them purring at the warm water and the massage they were exchanging as they washed each other. They occasionally tickled each other as well, laughing all the while, Omisa falling over after a strong giggle. Shola helped him back up and they continued, leaving only one place left to clean, theirs sheaths. Omisa looked at her with a similar sense of need, not intending it to be there but not fighting it either.
"No problem Omisa, now close your eyes." Shola said softly, Omisa doing as he is told. She stroked his sheath lightly, hearing him purr, seeing he isn't reacting badly to this. She continued her gentle caressing of his sheath, cleaning out the dirt that gathered the whole time he was in bed. The pleasure started to rise in him; his sheath was now swelling and pushing into her hand, as if it wants Shola to continue to stroke it. She could see what was coming now, he was getting aroused by this and he hasn't Yissed for a good five days now. She caressed harder now, slipping her finger between his genital lips, which of course resisted since his peak of arousal hadn't arrived. He shuddered in delight as he felt the intrusion, leaning back on his arms to allow her to 'clean' it better, moaning lightly. She saw his member peak out from the sheath, slowly easing out since her finger restricted its movement. She removed her finger, allowing the member to pulsate in the air, moving only slightly because of the genital lips keeping it still. She looked at it for a bit, seeing that it was already clean, even after being inside the orifice for so long. Then she remembered that it only needs to be cleaned if he's Yissed recently, which he hasn't. He was breathing deeper now, the water rapping on his member he was finding to be quite pleasurable, wondering why Shola stopped.
He was about to open his eyes to find out when he suddenly cringed in a surge of pleasure, his member now enveloped in a warm and wet environment. Shola had taken his member in his maw, sucking on it softly, tongue licking and squashing the member against the roof of her mouth. He never felt pleasure like this for a long time so it felt amazing to him, it almost felt like his first Yiss with another dragon. The pleasure was overwhelming, so much though that he climaxed no sooner than half a minute after she started. He roared as he reached his peak, his cum shooting into Shola's maw, which she swallowed before the next ejaculation. He never climaxed like this before; the semen he was saving up over the past days was giving him the best orgasm so far. It couldn't last forever though, as his spasms inside subsided, Shola now releasing the member from her maw and looking at Omisa, smiling.
"I think you're clean now." She said.
"Inside and out." Omisa replied, making them both laugh. They got up and dried off before she carried him back to his room.
"I think I will go make you some lunch now, no Yissing while I'm gone." She said, smiling, as she walked out the door and down the stairs to prepare some lunch for Omisa. He was going to have to find a way to repay her kindness, a big way, and he had something in mind.
The next day, Omisa decided that it was time he tried to walk again, so he had his brothers pick him up and carry him downstairs to the library. Shola stood a distance from Omisa, Olarnis, and Drai, Elis watched from a chair, eager to see how well Omisa would do in recovering his ability to walk. At first, Omisa couldn't even keep his legs straight, their lack of use made them feel like jelly to him. He persisted though, and soon was able to stand on his two feet.
"Well, that's a start." Said Drai, happy to finally see Omisa back on his feet.
"Go on Omisa, walk over to her." He said, stretching his arm out to lead the way to her. Omisa took a deep breath, and stepped forward...collapsing down on his leg, hitting the floor with a cry of pain. His brothers rushed over to help him but he refused their help.
"No, please." Omisa told them. "I can do this; I just need a little courage to help me." He pulled himself to his feet once again, using a book shelf to grip on. He slipped now and then but was soon back on his feet and raring for another go. He took a step forward, almost slipping down to the floor again, trying to regain his centre. He took another step forward, not slipping this time but his leg shook violently, trying to cope with the weight put on it. He knew he couldn't hold onto the bookcase forever, so he let go and continued on, taking his third step. He wobbled a bit and nearly fell on his back, saved by his tail which now supported his weight. He sees he could do this whenever he fell, so Omisa decided to use it while he walked, rather like a walking stick.
"Well done Omisa." Elis whispered under his voice, smiling at Omisa's clever discovery. Omisa kept going now, using his tail to aid him as he walked, now going much quicker than before. The position of his tail, however, was very awkward and it hurt if too much pressure was put on it. Whenever he fell and forced his weight onto the tail, he grimaced to keep himself from crying out in pain. He was doing very well, just a few steps away from Shola now; she stood there ready to catch Omisa if he fell forward.
So he did, on his last few steps he collapsed into Shola's open arms, giving her a nice hug. He could hear the clapping of his brother's hands, obviously in celebration of his attempt. He could already feel the muscles strengthen, regaining the control that they lost before. Shola took him in both her arms and carried him back to bed, laying him down on his quilt covers. Where he fell asleep, a bit exhausted from all the walking, falling, and trying to get back up.
It was now night and Shola couldn't sleep, apparently a little Yissy now, rolling around in the temporary bed trying to fight it. She eventually gave in and moved the covers off her body, exposing her sheath which was now a red-orange colour. She proceeded to Yiss herself when she heard a voice inside her head, Omisa's voice.
"It's not like you to Yiss at the most curious of times." He said telepathically.
"Well Omisa, it's like you said, it's better done and dusted then preying on your mind." She replied telepathically.
"True. But the main reason I'm speaking right now is that I have something for you."
"And this something is...?" She asked curiously, quirking a brow in the pitch black.
"Come into my room and I will show you."
She got up, still aroused, and walked out the room towards Omisa's, trying to keep quiet as to not wake anyone. She opened the door and found Omisa sitting on the end of the bed, making out the shape in the darkness. She moved forward, right next to his side, and surprisingly he stood up. She stepped back, a bit shocked that Omisa is standing in his condition.
"Omisa? What are you doing, you're going to hurt yourself." She moved forward to grab him, hand moving in, but was stopped by his own hand. She stood briefly confused until his hand moved hers to his sheath, touching his member which has now exited the sheath. She smiled a little in the darkness.
"I need your help Shola." He asked politely, a little care in his grasp. "Would you Yiss with me?" He let go off her hand but it remained on the member, stroking it slightly, making him purr a little. She moved him over to the bed, continuously stroking his length, both of them lying on their sides, facing each other.
"Of course I will." She replied, giving Omisa a little lick on his muzzle, followed by her giving a light kiss. He returned the kiss, both of them falling deeper into the now elevating passion. He picked up the scent of her musk, knowing that she was aroused since she entered the room. Both of them closed their eyes, Omisa moving down slightly to position his penis on her genital slit. He telepathically told her if she was ready, she hummed a confirmation into his muzzle.
He pushed his member into her, pushing straight through into her vagina, her walls now contracting softly around the intruder. Both of them moaned into each others muzzles, breathing heavily through their nostrils. The moved from a kiss into a locked jaws position before Omisa pulled a section of his length from within her. He pushed it back slowly into her, listening to the long moan she gave as the penis crept along her walls. After all, he did say he would repay her in some way. He moved slowly out and into her, resisting his own pleasures and fuelling her own, wanting her to climax first. She started to move her tongue into Omisa's mouth, slipping around inside his maw, finding it unusually pleasurable. He decided to do this as well, moving his tongue around hers, squeezing it lightly, and licking at the walls of her mouth. She continued her long moaning, breathing deeply between moans, now trusting forward to make the member go deeper, to fill her up as much as possible. Her climax was now approaching, her fluids leaking out of her slit each time Omisa pushed in, soaking part of his member in it. He was approaching his own climax as well, relaxing himself in hope that it will lessen the pleasures and make it take longer for him to cum.
Shola's contractions sped up, rhythmically pulling the member into her, surprising Omisa and making the pleasure in him peak, his climax just a hair breadth away. He couldn't resist now, and with one last thrust, he pushed both their pleasures to their peaks, triggering their climaxes. Both of them moaned loudly into each others maws, breathing rapid and deep as they climaxed, Omisa shooting cum in her and Shola rhythmically squeezing his member now flooded by her juices. They calmed down after some time, a squeegee sound being heard from their sheaths as her fluids soaked them. The parted their jaws, looking deeply into each others eyes, enjoying the afterglow of the Yiss.
"Shola, thank you." Omisa said, embracing his good friend, and Shola returning it. They eventually noticed what their sheaths were doing a moment later, both of them looking down to see what the noise was. The sheaths were moving! Only slightly, but it could be seen, the squeegee sound being made when the sheaths rubbed each other. Shola and Omisa were surprised by this, since they were both no longer aroused and yet their sheaths did not swell down.
This is an uncommon event that occurs when two dragons who love each other deeply engage in a Yiss with similar actions to mating i.e. kissing. This causes the sheaths of both dragons to automatically rub each other after climax, showing that they are truly meant to be mates. The event of the sheaths rubbing isn't pleasurable but comforting since you have proof that you're with someone you truly love.
They looked at each other again, smiling, and then pulled willingly into another kiss, showing they love each other. Omisa broke the kiss, ready to say something.
"I guess it was meant to be. You and I are mates." He gave a smile, tears forming in his eyes, before he was embraced by her again, both of them crying their tears of joy. They had both found a love in their life and nothing was going to separate them. The parted again, looking at each other, seeing the others glistening scales due to their tears.
"We're a mess." Shola said, making them both laugh.
"Yeah."
"Care for another Yiss?" She said, her sheath becoming red again. Omisa looked down, his member becoming aroused again, pushing against his genital slit.
"Why not." He said, looking back at her. "We are mates after all."
And with that, they knew they were now mates, but a whole life was laid out for them, all they had to do now...was explore it. | FSE |
Title: Meeting James Ch. 02
Tags: older man, may december romance, las vegas, younger woman
*Author's Note: I'd like to thank Harvey for editing this piece.*
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"We have a lot we need to do before this evening, and we need to get started," James said in a commanding tone.
He paid the check and we walked out of the café, his arm securely around me. It was the first time he had touched me since we woke up naked together that afternoon.
We walked outside to the valet station and he handed his ticket to the attendant. It was a beautiful sunny day, maybe mid 80's, I guessed, typical spring weather for Las Vegas.
There were several couples ahead of us, so I knew it would be a few minutes before they'd get James's car and bring it around. One of the couples, who I guessed was in their mid 30's, had a baby stroller. I watched as the mother doted on the baby while the father talked on his cell phone.
I then looked over and saw two college-aged guys not-so-subtly checking me out. I looked away, ignoring them, while I simultaneously felt James possessively pull me closer to him. The two gawkers, taking the hint, looked away, and inwardly I smiled to myself. In the year and a half that I'd been in Las Vegas I hadn't really dated, and it struck me that I had forgotten what it was like to be part of a couple.
The valets delivered the cars to the young family and my admirers and they drove away, which left James and me waiting along with two middle-aged women. They were standing far enough away from us that I couldn't make out everything they were saying. However, both of them were giving me the 'stink eye' in a big way and whispering what I was sure were snide comments to each other. I'm sure James could feel me tense up as they continued to look at us and rudely sneer.
Just as I was about to verbally engage the spiteful old bitches, a blue convertible Mustang pulled up in front of us.
"This is our ride," James said as he pulled me towards the car. He tipped the valet and we sped off quickly down the Las Vegas strip.
I was looking forward, gritting my teeth. The more I thought about them and the horrible things I was sure they were saying, the more I seethed in anger. James's voice snapped me out of it.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a look of concern in his eyes.
"Nothing!" I snapped before looking forward again.
"If I were to venture a guess, I'd say your sudden foul mood would be the result of what those two women were saying at the valet stand."
"I didn't hear them," I said curtly, which was a partial truth because I couldn't clearly make out their words.
"How can I put this kindly?" He paused. "They appeared to think that I was renting you for the evening," he said, looking soothingly into my eyes.
My blood was now boiling as James confirmed my suspicion.
"Nasty old bitches," I said, under my breath but loud enough that James heard me. He suddenly slammed on the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road.
"Look at me, Melanie," he said sternly.
I defiantly looked down and ignored him. A few seconds passed.
"Now!" he said, in a voice so cold it chilled me to the bone.
I sheepishly looked over at him. The icy tone in his voice brought me back to a time in my childhood when I was a few seconds from being put over my father's knee.
He took a deep breath and I could see he was trying to calm himself before he spoke.
"I turned forty-eight last month and you are nineteen. How do you think people are going to react when they see us together in public? The naïve ones are going to think you are my daughter. But given the nature and reputation of this town, most of them are going to assume the exact same thing as those women at the valet stand."
I looked into his eyes as his words begun to sink in.
"I refuse to stay in my hotel room the entire time I'm here. I want to experience this city. I want to take you to nice restaurants and see shows and concerts with you." He paused for a moment, and then continued, "If I can summon the courage, I might even be brave enough to venture inside these clubs that you've told me so much about."
A slight smile was beginning to return to his face.
"My point is, I can't constantly be worried that you will get into a fight, verbal or otherwise, with every idiot who says something to you, or looks at you, in a way you don't like."
I took a few seconds and contemplated what he had said. I was mature enough to know he was right but young enough that I didn't like being called out, even when I was wrong.
"I apologize for my inappropriate behavior," I said meekly, "and it won't happen again."
"Thank you," he said, and he pulled back out onto the road.
After a couple of minutes, I broke the silence.
"Did I tell you yet that this is a nice car?" I said, smiling at him in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"It's a rental," he said, his eyes not leaving the road.
"Where are we going?" I asked as the wind picked up and started blowing my long blonde hair around.
"Henderson."
"What's in Henderson?"
I tried to keep him talking because I noticed that his mood was improving the more we spoke.
"The Valley Auto Mall," he said as we approached the entrance to the freeway.
The Valley Auto Mall was a group of independent car dealerships. One of my friends lived about a mile from it or I probably wouldn't have known what it was.
"Why are we going there?"
"Because my girlfriend isn't going to drive around in a beat-up Honda that's older than she is."
His face finally broke a smile and his mood was returning to normal.
I smiled at him radiantly as I realized the reason for our trip, and I reached over and squeezed his thigh as he quickly accelerated the Mustang to freeway speed.
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I quickly discovered that car shopping wasn't as much fun as the commercials made it appear on TV. We looked at almost every car on the lot and nothing caught my eye. Just as we were about to try another dealership across the street, a large SUV came into the site. I put my arm around James and squeezed as I walked towards the car.
The salesman who had been trailing us around the lot smiled and said, "You have good taste, young lady."
"I pictured you in a little sports car; is this really what you want?" James said in apparent disbelief.
"It's the only Land Rover on the lot," the salesman said while looking at James. "We got this Discovery in yesterday. It's a two-year-old lease return with very low miles and I can already see your daughter loves it."
James and I both broke into wide smiles as the confused salesman looked on.
"Wait in the car and I'll take care of this," James said looking at me, a big smile still etched his face.
"What were you saying earlier about naïve people, Daddy?" I said as I saucily patted James's ass. I barely caught a glimpse of the stunned salesman's face as I turned and walked towards the Mustang.
About fifteen minutes later James joined me in the car.
"You can pick it up on Monday; just show them your driver's license. They assured me they'd have the title ready and I don't want you driving that Honda again; is that understood?"
"Yes, James," I said, barely able to contain my excitement.
"Good. I'll feel better knowing you're driving something safe," he said as he pulled the car onto the freeway on-ramp.
Still exhilarated from the realization that I now had a nice car to drive, I reached out and touched James's thigh, and in my exuberance I accidentally brushed his penis and was surprised to find it was semi-erect.
I looked into James's eyes with a knowing smile.
He tried to look gruff but broke into a big answering smile.
"I can't help it. You have this effect on me and I feel like I'm in high school again when we are together."
"Really?"
My face split into a little grin as a wicked thought entered my mind.
"Then let me show you what I liked to do in high school."
I leaned over and rubbed his cock harder, feeling it expand and become instantly erect. Trying to keep his eyes on the road, he looked down long enough to see me unbuttoning the front of his jeans, freeing his member from its restraint.
Without warning, I leaned down and took James's erection into my mouth. I felt the Mustang swerve and a gasp escaped his lips as I worked the fat member further into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. I started to move my head slowly up and down, enjoying the taste of him. I felt the car move back and forth in the lane in unison with my mouth as I slowly bobbed up and down. I heard his breathing become strained, and I ran the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock and through the slit, which caused his pre-cum to leak out at an increased rate.
I was pumping my mouth up and down faster, really getting into it, when a loud deep honk sounded just above me. His cock popped out of my mouth and I looked up over my shoulder to see a driver in a large semi-truck smile at me while he enthusiastically pulled a cord, sounding his horn over and over.
I laughed out loud at the driver as James smiled at me and stomped on the accelerator, speeding past the truck.
I looked down and saw his throbbing cock standing at attention with a heavy coat of my saliva all over it.
"James, if you can avoid the truckers, I have a job I'd like to finish down here."
He chuckled. "Trust me, the last thing I want is for you to be interrupted again."
I lowered my mouth back onto his cock. Again the car swerved, but thankfully not as bad this time.
*I'm glad he's a quick learner.*
I love giving head, but not at the expense of getting into a wreck on the freeway.
I slowly worked him in and out of my mouth. I took my time and I wanted to enjoy it. I loved running the tip of my tongue along the underside of his member so I could feel the bulging veins.
*My God, he has such a beautiful cock.*
He had really good control, but after I picked up the pace I could feel his ass start to lift up off the seat of the car and I knew he was getting close. I put my hands on his thighs and tightened my lips around the head and remained motionless, letting him control the pace. His breathing began to change and his body stiffened. His thrusts became short and quick. A loud gasp escaped his lips as I felt hot splashes of cum on the back of my throat. His cock pulsed and squirted several more times before I started to swallow. His hips continued to buck, and I continued to swallow until the hot blasts subsided.
I felt his penis started to lose its rigidity in my mouth, and I gently grabbed the base and licked his shaft up and down, cleaning the remaining cum that I hadn't been able to swallow. I then ran my tongue through the slit, cleaning the last bead off the head. Satisfied, I carefully slid his cock back into his jeans and re-buttoned the fly.
I sat back upright and looked over at James, and I smiled at the sight. He was looking straight ahead in a daze, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. I stared at him a few more seconds more.
"Umm, are you okay?" I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Jesus, Melanie, yes, I'm fine."
His face broke into a wide smile. "I think you broke something loose."
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We arrived back at the Paris and checked the Mustang in at the valet station. We walked through the casino with James's arm around me, holding me tight. I made a promise to myself that from then on I was going to ignore the looks and gawking of the people around me. I wasn't going to let the judgmental attitude of others spoil my mood. He made me happy and I knew I was making him happy. That was all I cared about.
I froze in mid-step and stopped walking.
"What's wrong, Melanie?" James asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"I need to go to the front desk. My roommate dropped off some things that I'm going to need if I'm going to stay with you until Monday morning."
"Let's go up to the room; I'll take care of that."
As the elevator whisked us up to the upper floors, James pulled out his cell phone and I listened to him speak.
"It was already delivered to my room? Thank you."
No matter what the situation was, he seemed to be in control of it. I had spent the last year and a half trying to figure out how to take care of myself while being away from my parents. I had to admit, it was a strange feeling having someone look after me again.
He used his keycard to open the door to the suite and we stepped into the great room. The shades on the panoramic windows were open and I looked out; seeing the view of the Las Vegas strip at dusk was truly magical.
James's voice broke me out of my trance. "So this is the mysterious package that your roommate delivered to the front desk."
I gave him a playful look. "Yes, those are the bomb-making materials she brought me."
He laughed and walked into the master bedroom. "Smart-ass," I heard him say as he entered the bathroom.
I looked in his direction and smiled as I unzipped my backpack and saw my books and laptop.
*I owe Rachel big time for this.*
I heard the toilet flush and moments later James walked back into the great room.
"I have some reports I need to go over before we go out this evening. That should give you plenty of time to get your school work done."
"That would be great. I have to finish a paper for my finance class that meets on Monday," I said while pulling out my laptop and powering it on.
"Well, before you get started on your paper, Hemingway, you might want to take a look at what's on the bed."
Perplexed, I walked into the master bedroom and my jaw dropped. On the bed were ten Victoria's Secret bags lined up in a row. I looked inside the first bag and started pulling out clothes.
The first few bags were filled with dresses, skirts, and tops. Some of the clothing was very formal, things I could wear on nice evenings out. I counted five very short, sexy cocktail dresses that I couldn't wait to try on. Other articles of clothing were more casual: jean skirts, T-shirts, and hoodies, perfect for wearing to class.
The next two bags were filled with various articles of lingerie. I marveled at the assortment of bras, panties, and thongs, ranging from plain cotton to very racy lace and silk, in a multitude of colors. While looking through the next bag, I pulled out more lingerie: teddies, slips, corsets, and baby-doll nighties, all in different colors.
*Someone was thinking of himself when he bought this.*
The next bag was filled with workout clothes: various types of shorts, several different colors of yoga pants, tank tops, and three packages of gym socks. The next bag was filled with various types of shoes: three pairs of tennis shoes, several pairs of casual sandals, and four pairs of heels I could wear in the evening. The last bag held three pairs of short Ugg boots in different colors.
While I continued to look through the clothes, I noticed James behind me at the door with a big smile on his face. I must have looked like a child at Christmas.
"Thank you so much, James."
"You're welcome. Now get your homework done, young lady," he said in a mock-gruff tone that made me laugh.
As much as it pained me, I tore myself away from my new wardrobe, sat at the table in the great room, and began the arduous task of completing my finance paper. Several times I looked over at James as he sat on the couch pouring through his stacks of papers. On a couple of occasions, our eyes met and we'd take a few seconds to smile at each other before returning to our work. I marveled at how easily he put me at ease.
After completing my paper, I stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down beside him. He was so engrossed in his work, I almost regretted sitting next to him because I thought my presence on the couch might disturb him.
"Whatcha doing?" I said in a sheepish tone.
"I'm preparing for dinner tonight," he said while continuing to read the paper in his hand without looking at me.
"That must be one complicated menu."
He laughed and looked into my eyes, and his expression and the tone of his voice changed.
"I have a restaurant in Summerlin that's barely above break-even. We're eating dinner there tonight, and I'm going to talk to the manager and find out what the problem is."
His ominous tone sent a chill through my body. I marveled at how he could be so jovial one moment and so menacing the next when the subject of his business came up. But then he gave me a warm smile, which immediately put me at ease.
"We'll be leaving in about an hour if you want to start getting ready," he said as his eyes returned to the papers in his hand.
I stood up, walked around the couch, bent over, and kissed him on the cheek. I then leaned back and my mouth made contact with his ear. I gently bit and then sucked on his earlobe for a brief moment.
"I'll try to look presentable for you tonight," I whispered sexily into his ear.
I straightened up and walked into the master bedroom. I could sense his eyes on my ass as I disappeared from his sight.
I walked over to the bed and picked out a matching red lace bra and thong-panty set. I looked again through the dresses and chose a short, black, sequined, v-neck dress that would go perfectly with my black Prada pumps I wore last night.
I had plenty of time, so I thought a quick shower would be refreshing. I went into the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the large shower. I turned on the warm water and closed my eyes, feeling instantly refreshed. While I applied body wash to the loofah, I heard the door open and James stepped into the shower with me. I smiled, stepped aside, and watched the warm water cascade over his body. His big cock was semi-erect and I felt it press into my thigh as he turned underneath the stream of warm water. He opened his eyes, and I leaned in and kissed him while taking his cock in my hand and gently stroking it. I felt it pulse and grow as it seemingly came alive with my gentle coaxing.
While we kissed, he reached down between my legs, and I wantonly opened them, giving him easier access to my pussy. I felt his fingers part the lips of my vagina as he separated them. I let out a little moan when he gently ran them over my clit.
Breaking our kiss, he barely spoke above a whisper.
"God, Melanie, you're already wet," he said as his fingers continued to explore my vagina.
I looked up into his eyes while continuing to stroke his cock, which brought it to full hardness.
"Sometime, if you remind me, I'll tell you what giving blow jobs does to me," I said sexily, trying to remain steady on my feet as he continued to rub between my legs.
He gently pulled away, breaking our contact.
"Turn around," he said huskily.
I could hear the need in his voice as I complied with his command.
I faced the wall and stood directly beneath the shower head while feeling the warm water cascade over me. I put my hands above my head and placed them on the wall of the shower and bent slightly forward, spreading my legs wide. I felt him move behind me and then two of his fingers rubbed up and down my slit, causing me to gasp as he made contact with my clit again.
After a few seconds, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. I felt the bulbous head separate my lips as he rubbed up and down, which caused me to let out a low moan. I reached behind me and placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscles in his leg.
"Keep both your hands on the wall," he ordered in a low growl.
I instantly complied. I have to admit, the intimidating tone of his voice shocked me a bit.
I felt the head of his cock rest at the entrance of my vagina. He then pushed forward slowly. I gasped as his shaft opened my nether lips and then began to fill me. He continued to push forward until his body pressed against mine. He remained motionless for a few seconds, letting me adjust to the feeling of having him inside me. Slowly, he started to move back and forth. My knees went weak and I leaned harder against the shower wall for support. His hands rested on my large breasts and I felt my hard nipples slip between his fingers, aided by the warm water that was streaming down on us.
He remained at a slow and steady pace, rocking in and out of me. I felt that familiar feeling starting to build. My breathing increased and I knew my orgasm was fast approaching. He then took my erect nipples between his fingertips and roughly pinched them. The semi-intense pain immediately sent me over the edge as I felt the waves of my orgasm wash over me. Involuntarily, my hands left the wall, and I felt his hands on my hips steadying me, which prevented me from falling. All the while he continued to slowly fuck me through my orgasm.
Once he could see that I had control of my body again, he spoke in a low growl.
"Put your hands back on the wall, Melanie."
While complying with his order, I felt him increase the pace. The water continued to cascade over us, which made a slapping sound as our bodies made contact with each hard, powerful thrust.
He was aggressively pounding me now, which felt incredible. My knees started to go weak and I found it difficult to remain in a standing position against the wall with my hands above my head. The slapping sounds grew louder and I could hear his breathing start to change and become shallower. I knew he had to be close and I could feel myself begin to climb again as those familiar shock waves started to travel through me. His hands were on my hips and he used my body to give him increased leverage to thrust into me harder and deeper. I started to shake in orgasm as his hard thrusting abated and he grunted loudly as he came inside of me.
After his orgasm subsided, he fell forward onto my back, which in turn pressed me forward into the shower wall. For several minutes we remained motionless as the water continued to wash over us. As our breathing returned to normal, I felt his cock lose its rigidity and slip out of me.
He kissed my neck and then whispered into my ear, "I think I need another shower."
\- - - - -
I felt amazing as we walked through the casino side by side with James's arm wrapped securely around me. I loved wearing black as it was a great contrast to my blonde hair and the short dress really showed off my long, tanned legs. I was in such a great mood from the amazing sex that I barely noticed the nasty looks we got from some of the people in the casino.
Before I knew it, we were on the freeway heading west to Summerlin. Being from Southern California, I always thought that Summerlin is to Las Vegas what Beverly Hills is to Los Angeles. It's a small, affluent community with nice homes and restaurants, and apparently James owned one of those restaurants. If his restaurant in Summerlin wasn't making money, there was definitely a problem he needed to fix.
I had pinned my hair up because I didn't want the wind tussling it and I'd known James would have the top down again in the Mustang. It was a beautiful spring Saturday night and I loved the romantic vibe I felt being with him. James had his hand on my thigh as we drove, which sent chills down my spine. I loved how he liked to have his hands on me. It was nothing overt or necessarily sexual, just a constant reminder from him that "I'm here." Maybe it was something more and I couldn't put my finger on it; I just knew I liked it.
I was really hungry and I thought about teasing James that the food at his restaurant had better be good. However, I reconsidered my jest. If his restaurant wasn't making money, teasing him about the quality of the food might not be a good idea.
Outwardly, he was in a good mood, smiling and talking to me like everything was fine. Inwardly, I was beginning to know him well enough to sense some underlying tension. This wasn't a fun night out for him. This restaurant was costing him money and I could tell he was serious about getting to the bottom of it.
A short time later we pulled off the freeway on Town Center Drive and drove about a mile to what looked to be an exclusive part of Summerlin. We had driven through an area with multi-million-dollar homes and very expensive-looking shops and boutiques to arrive at a large Italian restaurant. I remembered reading about it in the 'best of' section of several Las Vegas magazines, and for whatever reason it surprised me that he owned it.
We pulled up in front of the restaurant; a young valet took the keys and another young man opened the doors for us as we walked inside. Upon entering, we were almost immediately met by a middle-aged man.
"It's good to see you again, Mr. Moretti," the man said as he shook James's hand.
I could see the tension in the man's eyes and feel the strain between them during their brief interaction.
*So much for a fun night out.*
"David, this is Melanie," James said, looking towards me.
David quickly shook my hand without even really looking at me. His hand was clammy, and I realized just how nervous he was.
"I reserved a table in the back, Mr. Moretti, please follow me," David said.
As we walked through the restaurant, I looked around and appreciated the elegantly decorated walls, appointed in a somewhat modern way that also hinted of a classic Italian theme. As David led us to the table, I noticed immediately that the restaurant was full, nearly to capacity. It was an older crowd; most of the men were in suits and many of them wore ties. Most of the ladies were wearing long, formal dresses, while a handful of the more daring ones had on shorter, sexy dresses like mine. Many of the women wore very nice jewelry. I saw what looked to be very expensive watches, bracelets, and necklaces. It was definitely an upper-class crowd.
David sat us at a table in the middle of the room and then took a chair close to James. They began talking quietly; I could make out a few words, but, for the most part I tried to ignore them. There seemed to be enough tension between them and I didn't want to make a bad situation worse by eavesdropping on their conversation. A pretty waitress approached the table and handed James and me menus. I quickly scanned the offerings and their corresponding prices and noticed how expensive everything was.
"Do you have any questions for me?" the waitress asked while smiling sweetly and looking directly at me.
She had an olive complexion with dark skin and eyes. Her beautiful brunette hair was in a ponytail that reached the middle of her back. She looked to be in her early twenties, and she was truly striking.
I looked at her name tag. "Which salad would you recommend, Gianna?" I said while looking into her beautiful dark eyes.
"We have a great antipasto salad that comes with your choice of either shrimp or chicken," she said as she lightly touched my arm.
*Okay, I'm not crazy; she's flirting with me.*
The way she touched my arm definitely confirmed my suspicion.
"I'll take the antipasto salad with chicken and a glass of white wine."
By now, the conversation was growing heated between the men. James didn't even acknowledge Gianna at the side of our table as she attempted to take his order. Trying to assist her, I leaned in and whispered to him.
"Did you find what you wanted to order, James?"
I looked over and saw that my question had momentarily put the increasingly tense conversation between the men on hold.
"Just pick out something for me," James said, snapping at me before returning to his conversation with David.
I was shocked and hurt at the rude and hurtful tone in his voice. Trying to compose myself, I turned to Gianna.
"He'll have whatever is on special tonight."
She nodded, giving me a quick look of understanding, realizing something wasn't right at our table between the man I was accompanying and her manager. She turned quickly and left.
I nonchalantly scooted my chair away from the men, trying to give them as much privacy as I could without making it look too obvious to the other guests.
It was a festive atmosphere in the restaurant. The couples at the other tables were laughing, smiling, and talking while they enjoyed their meals. This was a stark juxtaposition to what was transpiring at our table. I was sitting with two men who were heatedly talking under their breaths and at times looking like they were seconds from coming to blows.
A few minutes later James stood up and looked at me.
"We are going to the office to talk," he growled.
Without further explanation, both men abruptly left.
Once they were gone, I was the only one sitting alone in the dining room. To make matters worse, it felt like every eye in the room was on me. It wasn't enough that I was the youngest one in the restaurant, eating with a man who was more than twice my age, but now he'd left me by myself. My mood was turning fouler by the second and I found it much more difficult to ignore the judgmental stares of some of the older people sitting around me.
A few minutes later Gianna brought our plates of food. She set them down and gave me a caring, sympathetic smile.
"Can I bring you anything else?" she said softly.
"I'll take a better boyfriend," I said while forcing a smile.
She tenderly looked at me and squeezed my hand.
"I'll be back to check on you soon," she said compassionately before turning and walking away.
I looked down at my dinner and the salad looked delicious. The aroma from my plate was causing my stomach to grumble, so I decided to eat.
*Who knows how long James will be, anyway.*
I had taken several bites of the salad when James returned to the table without David. He sat down and looked at his plate.
"Who ordered this shit?" he said with a deep scowl on his face.
I was shocked at his statement and looked down at his plate. I'd been so upset I hadn't even noticed what Gianna had brought. I turned and looked at him with daggers in my eyes.
"I guess the special tonight is escargot. You could complain to the owner, but I doubt it would do much good because he's acting like a real asshole this evening."
His jaw dropped and I stood up.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom," I said without looking at him.
Almost in tears, I turned and walked towards the front door. I was tempted to walk out but thought better of it.
*I need to calm down,* I thought.
I saw the sign for the restroom, walked toward it, opened the door, and walked in. I scanned the row of stalls and headed towards the last one, noticing it was larger to accommodate women in wheelchairs. I opened the stall door, quickly locked it behind me, and sat down on the toilet. It took everything in my power not to cry.
I took stock of my situation.
*What the hell am I doing here?* I wondered.
It was a Saturday night, and I should be in a club drinking, dancing, and having fun. Instead, I was in a stuffy Italian restaurant in Summerlin, surrounded by two-hundred old people and getting yelled at by a man I barely knew. I unzipped my purse and began digging around in the clutter looking for my cell phone to call a cab. Just as I found it and pulled it out of my purse, I heard a knock on the stall door.
"Are you okay?"
I recognized the voice; it was Gianna. I stood and opened the door, and she stepped inside with me and closed it behind her.
"I heard everything and I just wanted to check and make sure that you were all right," she said softly in a tone barely above a whisper, even though we were the only ones in the restroom.
"I'm fine."
I looked down and was deeply embarrassed that she had overheard my argument with James.
I looked up, our eyes met, and she smiled at me.
"Older men can be just as big a pain in the ass as the younger ones."
We both burst into laughter and she gently touched my arm.
I looked into her eyes and felt the sexual tension between us. She leaned in and our lips met as we kissed passionately. I heard her heavy breathing as I pressed my body into hers while our tongues delicately explored each other's mouths. We slowly broke the kiss and leaned back away from each other. Our eyes were still closed while both of us enjoyed the erotic moment.
We opened our eyes and simultaneously smiled at each other, neither of us wanting to break the sensual mood by talking. After a few seconds, she spoke.
"I need to get back to the floor before they send a search party out after me. As much as I'd like to stay here and make out with you all night, I can't afford to lose this job."
*God, she has the most beautiful, big brown eyes I've ever seen.*
I was instantly smitten with her.
"Don't worry, you won't lose your job. I'm fucking your boss's boss."
We both burst into laughter again like school girls.
She reached down and gently took my cell phone out of my hand, pressed a few keys, then handed it back to me.
"Now you have my number, and you had damn well better use it," she said, smiling brightly before giving me one last hot kiss.
She took my hand and led me out of the stall. I couldn't help but look down and notice her tight black slacks and the amazing ass that filled them.
*My God, is there any part of this girl that isn't perfect?*
She let go of my hand as I stopped at the sink while she kept walking towards the bathroom door. When she reached it, she stopped and turned to face me.
"It's none of my business, but for what it's worth Dave makes everyone around here crazy." She looked down, then those beautiful brown eyes looked back up into mine and she continued, "You're right, he was an asshole, but I saw the way he was looking at you when you both came through the front door this evening. Give him another chance."
She smiled and walked out of the bathroom. I put my phone back in my purse and contemplated her statement. I took a moment to check my hair and make-up in the mirror and then I walked out of the bathroom.
When James saw me walking up to the table, he stood up and pulled my chair out. After I sat down, he pushed my chair in and then took his seat next to me.
I looked at his plate. The snails were gone and a big steak was in its place.
"I wasn't sure if you were coming back," he said softly.
*Oh hell no, you're not getting off the hook that easily.*
"I almost didn't," I said, looking icily at him.
He looked down. I could see the embarrassment and regret in his eyes. Slowly, he looked up at me.
"I handled that situation poorly. It wasn't right to leave you at the table by yourself or snap at you when I got upset, and I apologize," he said sincerely.
"It's okay."
He reached down and gently rubbed my thigh. My world felt right again.
We both ate in silence for a few minutes. I could tell by the change in his demeanor that there had been a resolution to the situation between him and David. My better judgment told me to stay out of it. Then I thought, *if I'm his girlfriend, why can't I be nosy?*
"May I ask what happened between you and David?"
He looked at me for a moment, contemplating my question.
"An assistant manager has been stealing money for the last three months and I fired him. David wasn't in on it, but I still held him responsible. Because he's the manager, it shouldn't have taken him three months to discover that someone was stealing from me. David is going to pay back the stolen money and everything is fine now."
James paused for a moment, looked around the dining room, and then continued.
"He's a good manager. Just look at this place; the customers are happy and this restaurant is very profitable. Firing him would only create more problems that I'd have to fix later. He just can't be that complacent. He has to watch this business closer, and from now on he will," he said before taking another bite of steak.
I smiled sweetly at him. No matter what was going on around us, I liked the fact that he had it under control. My mind wandered, thinking about his love of control, when a voice broke the silence.
"May I get you another glass of wine?"
I looked up and saw those big, beautiful brown eyes.
"I think my boyfriend would just like the check, Gianna."
She gave me a knowing look that said she realized James and I had put things back together.
"That's not possible, Ma'am," she said sweetly. "My manager told me that your meals are on the house."
"In that case, I'll take another glass of wine, Gianna."
"I'll be right back with your wine, Ma'am," she said, our eyes meeting as she touched my arm again and turned to head towards the bar.
James gave me a puzzled look. "How do you know her name?"
"First, her name is on her name tag. Second, I made out with her in the bathroom while I was gone."
He laughed. "Yeah, right."
I raised my eyebrow and looked seriously into his eyes until that boyishly handsome smile on his face was replaced by a look of awe.
\- - - - -
It was almost midnight when we got back to the room. I suggested that we have a drink at an after-hours bar that wasn't far from the UNLV campus, but James said that it had been a long day and he was tired and wanted to get back to the room. From the way he was looking at me in the elevator, though, I had a feeling that it would be a while before either of us got any sleep.
He opened the door with the keycard and we walked in. Once we stepped into the room, he turned to me and gave me a soft kiss.
"I'm going to get ready for bed, I'll join you in a few minutes," he said.
He turned and walked into the second bedroom of the suite.
*He is so perplexing. Why can't he get ready for bed in the same room I'm in? Forget it, I'm not having another fight tonight, I'll let this one go.*
I walked into the master bedroom and looked on the bed, wondering where my bags of clothes had disappeared to. I checked the large walk-in closet and saw that all my new clothes were hung up perfectly. I then looked in the dresser drawers and all my lingerie had been neatly put away.
*I could get used to this.*
I rummaged through the drawers and found just what I was looking for. I pulled out a light purple, see-through, halter baby-doll with matching thong panties.
*This should get someone's engine revved up.*
I walked into the bathroom and washed the make-up off my face and brushed my teeth. I took off my clothes and put on the baby-doll and the thong panties. I then let my hair down and brushed it over my shoulders.
I hesitantly stepped out into the master bedroom and saw that James was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his waist.
"Got room for one more?" I said, smiling shyly.
I watched his jaw drop as he studied me from head to toe.
"God, Melanie, you're beautiful."
"I've been told once or twice that I clean up okay."
I walked over and slid into bed beside him. He pulled me to him and his mouth melted with mine. We kissed passionately for several minutes, his hands exploring up and down my body.
*My God, his hands are driving me crazy.*
The material of the baby-doll was so thin and sheer it felt as if there was no barrier between his fingers and my skin. He kneaded my breasts with his hands and then he rubbed my nipples through the thin material until they were hard nubs. His other hand moved over my stomach and down to my pussy. I felt his fingers slip over the lips of my vagina as he rubbed my increasingly wet slit through the sheer thong. I leaned in and kissed him harder, then gasped as I felt him push the thin material of the thong into my pussy.
He ran his hands over me until I felt him start to tug at the material of the baby-doll as he tried to remove it. It was such a beautiful piece of lingerie I didn't want him to ruin it by tugging on it so hard, so I helped him slide it over my head. We then removed it together and tossed it on the floor at the side of the bed. I kissed his mouth harder, trying to preoccupy him as I slid my fingers under the flimsy material of the thong and slid it down my thighs and then off onto the floor.
I remembered how he had taken control of things earlier in the shower. I thought it might be fun to turn the table on him a bit. His hands were still all over me while we kissed, but then, to get his attention, I leaned back and pulled away from him.
"James," I whispered softly in his ear, finally getting his attention and causing his hands to momentarily stop roaming over my body.
"Put your hands under the pillow behind your head," I whispered in a sexy, husky voice, "and don't move them, no matter what I do, until I tell you that you can."
He pondered my request for a moment and then smiled and reluctantly agreed by nodding his head up and down.
*Damn, it's a struggle to get this man to give up control of anything.*
I watched while he moved his hands under the pillow that his head was resting on.
*This is going to be fun*.
I moved my thigh over him and straddled his body by placing each one knee on either side of his stomach. I leaned forward and kissed him gently. Each time he started kissing me too aggressively I pulled back and broke the kiss, driving him crazy. I teased him this way for several minutes until I could tell he was getting frustrated, so I decided it was time to try something different.
I leaned forward, lowering my breast until my hard nipple made contact with his mouth. The moment it touched his lips, he started sucking the hard nub and rolled his tongue over it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable sensation. I pulled back, popping my nipple out of his mouth, and then moved my other breast to his mouth, giving him access to my other nipple. As soon as it made contact with his mouth, lightning bolts shot through my body as he sucked on it. I loved teasing him like this, but unfortunately I was also teasing myself, and I wasn't sure how much longer either of us was going to be able to take this torment.
I slid my body down his and surprised myself when my pussy left a wet trail of liquid down his stomach. I made sure my large breasts were in constant contact with his chest, which felt amazing as my hard nipples brushed against his light chest hair. All the while, I was looking into his eyes and saw he was intensely watching my every movement. As I kept sliding down his body, my pussy came into contact with his large cock and I felt it split my lips and slide over my vagina. I was tempted to slip it inside me, but I wanted to extend this tease a bit longer.
I nestled myself between his legs, inhaling deeply, smelling that manly, musky scent emanating from his fat cock. James was rock hard and his cock seemed to twitch in time with his heartbeat. A big bead of pre-cum was oozing from the slit and I realized just how successful I had been at getting him worked up with this foreplay tease.
I took the base of his cock in my hand and gently stroked his shaft upwards until I saw a large dollop of pre-cum ooze out the head. I looked up and smiled at him as I ran my tongue over the head, tasting it. I heard him gasp and felt his body twitch as my mouth made contact with his penis. I began sucking him slowly and gently, watching his facial expressions until he closed his eyes. It got me so excited to see the pleasure my mouth was giving him.
I continued to slowly fellate him up and down, taking my time. I knew he was worked up and I didn't want to risk going too fast and having him come before I wanted him to. I continued to work him slowly in and out of my mouth, taking him deeper and deeper, until the head reached the back of my throat and then out again. While giving him a long and sensuous blowjob, I couldn't help but marvel at his control.
After several minutes, I opened my mouth and his cock plopped out. It was wet, shiny, and dripping. I looked up into his eyes and saw that he was watching me silently and intensely, as if hanging on my every motion.
I slid up his body and straddled him again. My pussy was soaked and I could feel the wetness run down the inside of my thighs. I got up to my feet and looked down and saw James look up at me. I positioned my pussy over his face and started to lower it. He had extended his tongue and I could feel it slide into my vagina as I descended myself onto his waiting mouth. I used the headboard of the bed to steady myself as I ground my pussy into his mouth. I shuddered as his mouth made contact with my lips and clit.
There was no teasing now as I moved my pelvis up and down, grinding myself into his face, moaning and gasping as he moved his tongue around and then inside me. My orgasm was rapidly approaching as he moved his mouth to my wet sex. I felt his tongue make contact with my clit again and I exploded, shuddering and gasping as waves of pleasure washed over my body. I collapsed on top of him, and he watched while my breathing slowly returned to normal as I regained control of my body.
I looked over at him and smiled, seeing that his face was soaked. Miraculously, his hands were still behind the pillow. I leaned in and took his face in both my hands, kissing him softly and tenderly.
"You can move your hands now," I whispered softly in his ear.
He pulled me to him and we kissed passionately as I once again straddled him, sitting on his stomach. I reached behind me, taking his cock in my hands, and slid down his body. I grabbed him softly at the base and slid further until I felt the head of his cock make contact with my pussy. He moaned as I rubbed the head of his cock over the lips of my vagina, splitting them, until I felt the head at the entrance of my pussy. I held it there momentarily, then heard him gasp as I moved back, sinking his cock inside me.
I moaned as I felt him open and then fill me. I leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"God, I love your cock, James."
He looked up at me smiling. I slowly began to move his cock in and out of me. It was nothing like this afternoon in the shower because I controlled the pace. I moved and positioned my body the way I wanted, adjusting the angle, feeling his cock rub against the walls of my vagina, then slowly in and out of me. I closed my eyes as I felt him take both of my breasts in his hands. We moved together slowly, and I felt every inch of him inside me.
He gasped as I squeezed my muscles and began a more rapid pace. I moved quicker and quicker until it felt like I was bouncing up and down on him. I felt my orgasm start to build deep within my body. I felt him tense up as my body started to spasm. He let out a low groan as I began to shudder and shake uncontrollably. As my orgasm washed over me, I felt him grunt and his semen poured into me. I collapsed on top of him, feeling his heart thump against me. We stayed in that position for a few minutes until our breathing returned to normal. I felt his cock shrink inside me, and then I moved off of him and felt it slip out.
He pulled me into him, our bodies molded together, spooning in the large bed. I felt his cock rest on my bottom as his breathing changed, and I realized he had fallen asleep holding me tight in his arms.
I remembered that the first night I met James there had been a little voice inside my head telling me I needed to be careful. For good or bad, I disregarded her. Tomorrow would be my last day with him before he flew back to Los Angeles, and I knew I wouldn't see him again for a month. I hated that; even though I was still with him, I was missing him already. | literotica |
Title: Freja and Jeanie Ch. 01
Tags: group sex, humour, incest, lesbian, mild violence, lesbian sex, romance, romantic
**Disclaimer:** All people depicted having sex are at least 18 years of age. This story is part of my larger story cycle, commonly known as "The Alexaverse." As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty-shots courtesy of Freja and Jeanie are directed at my long-suffering editor and beta-reader, who makes sure my grammar is on point. Constructive reviews and critiques are welcome. Pointless flames and anonymous trolls will be snickered at and deleted. Enjoy!
**Note:** There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story, same as in my Mike & Karen arc. Same secondary couple, for that matter. Just warning you now.
**Chapter I -- Obvious Solutions**
It was November, and the bracing chill of late autumn had gripped the city. High up on the thirtieth floor of the sumptuous downtown Toronto condominium tower, however, this was not a factor on anyone's mind. Something had shorted out somewhere, and the building's central heating had gone into overdrive. In the unit known as the Goldberg Suite, it was well over thirty degrees Celsius.
It might have been nine hundred for all the inhabitants cared.
Jeanette LeTourneau slouched on the huge chesterfield, almost puddled into it, her curly brown hair sticking to her neck and shoulders. She was wearing a very spare tank-top, which was already wet with sweat. She would have preferred to be naked, but she'd received some vague promises from the management that technicians would be along to help correct the issue.
She moaned miserably, lifting up the hem of her small, frilly skirt and letting an upright fan blow underneath it and cool off her sweltering vagina. While she was doing this, her wife Freja came back into the room, wrapped in a blanket she had stuffed in the freezer and tossing a cold pack to Jeanie on the couch.
"Guuuuuuuh ..." the brunette groused bitterly, not sure how the Hell this could possibly happen. They'd been instructed not to open the windows to cool the place off, but there was only so much she was willing to take. "How the fuck long're we s'posed to wait, Fre? This is givin' me the *worst* swamp crotch!"
"I am not knowings," replied the Danish girl, curling up on herself in a plush chair. She might just have to stand under a cold shower for hours at this rate. The problem was, everyone else seemed to have the same idea, and the water pressure available at the moment was pitiful at best.
She was also thankful that she didn't have long hair like Jeanie, either. Even so, her honey-blonde hair clung to her scalp and sides of her face wetly. "You know it is bad when the swamp crotch is so horrid that even I am not wanting to lick you. I was thinking that this is generally now how people die in Canada, *ja*? From overheating?"
"What am I, a climatologist?" Jeanie grumbled, trying not to shiver in revulsion as sweat drooled down the outside of her pussylips and onto the thick towel she was sitting on in a vain attempt to not ruin the couch. "Do I look like Liet Kynes to you?"
"*Ingen*," Freja said wearily, shaking her head. Against all odds, they'd managed to stash the most depraved and perverted items in their house out of sight in anticipation of the technician's arrival. Except for the seventy suction-cup dildos that festooned their shower stall. "You do not, my love. And I am thinking that the Fremen have nothing on us for heat."
"Gawwwwwd, this sucks big floppy donkey dick!" Jeanie complained, using her free hand to drag the cold pack Freja had given her around her torso under her tank top. She felt like she was melting. She was hot, and not the right type. "I need a distraction, Fre. Can we please, please, pleeeeeease fuck or something?"
"For you, *yndling*, I will try," mumbled the Dane, slowly ungluing herself from the chair and walking sluggishly over to her wife. "Come, we will bring the fans with us."
The pair picked up the fans spaced around the living room and brought them into the bedroom, where they planned to make love. The bedroom was even warmer than the living room, and both girls groaned in despair. Their silk sheets would do nothing to cool them down, so they were tossed aside, and the girls collapsed onto the bed like rag dolls.
"Gnnn, how can fucking be this much work?" Jeanie complained as she attempted to crawl over to her wife. "Fuck, we should've undressed when we were standing up ..."
"Too late now, my love," murmured Freja, pushing herself to her knees in the middle of the bed. They sluggishly pulled one another's clothes off, now naked in the center of the huge bed. They more or less leaned forward and put their arms around each other's waist in an attempt at a hug. The pressed their lips together, kissing feebly.
"Nnnnn, I don't like this upright stuff," Jeanie mumbled through the halfhearted kiss. "Let's lie down ..."
The pair eased onto their sides, needing to hold one another to make love, but also frustrated about their combined body heat. Still kissing uselessly, they dragged their hands over each other's sweaty bodies, trying to initiate arousal.
Nothing.
"*Niogtres*, maybe?" Freja managed to say. Jeanie nodded and slowly got up while the Danish girl slumped onto her back, spreading her legs. Jeanie, now on all fours, moved to straddle her wife's body, facing her feet. But the heat was sapping all her strength, and she felt weak as a kitten. Her knees were on either side of Freja's head when they gave out, spreading wide and dropping her down.
Her pussy smacked into the unready Freja's face with a disturbingly squishy *slap*!
"Ow ..." Freja grunted, turning her head to the side in an attempt to breathe, while Jeanie sluggishly moved to right herself. Her chin had thumped into Freja's crotch when she'd fallen, but the Dane seemed to not notice. Then again, she was an amateur full-contact martial artist, so her private parts had no doubt been on the receiving end of worse punishment.
They pressed their mouths against each other's pussies and began lapping tiredly, trying to instigate the least bit of arousal. Freja's face, already shining and sticky from getting slapped by Jeanie's vagina, wrinkled in distress as the rivulets of sweat trickled off her lover. Dutifully, though, she pressed the tip of her tongue against Jeanie's clit, still eliciting no response.
Jeanie, for her part, lolled her head around slowly, dragging her tongue over Freja's shaved slit, doing her paltry best to make her cum. She could *feel* her wife attempting to pleasure her, but if it was happening, the sensations hadn't reached her brainstem yet. All she could feel was the unwelcome sweat that coated her body like a second skin.
"Keep tryin', Fre," she mumbled while her fingers strummed gently over her wife's pussylips. "I know we'll manage to ... Fre? Fre?"
Her inquiry was greeted by snoring. Jeanie scowled.
"Thanks," she muttered, squirming her womanhood all over Freja's face grumpily and coating it with her sweat and grease. "Brat ..."
She slumped off to the side of the bed, fumbling wearily for her cellphone. She pulled her hair from beneath her head as she lay on her back, intent on texting, but the handset slipped between her sweaty fingers and bopped her on the nose.
"Fuuuuuuuck ..." she moaned miserably as she wiped at her nose and picked up her phone again, starting a mass text to her mother's prayer group back home in Collingwood.
Home?
She pondered that as she texted, wondering if it really was home to her anymore. What was home for her? Toronto? This condo her parents paid for? Was home wherever she happened to be with her wife?
Home was where she was happy. So at the moment, anywhere that *wasn't* this sweathouse she was trapped in, waiting for mythical repairmen that probably wouldn't show until the very last possible moment. Uuuuuugh.
"*Pray for us*," she keyed into her phone, her eyes fluttering as she tried to not close them and fall into a swoon. "*It's sweltering here and we need all the good wishes we can get. Love to you all!*"
No soon had she hit 'Send' than she drifted off into sweat-slicked dreams, the drone of the fans propelling her toward cool blue skies and rainbow unicorns ...
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*Collingwood, Ontario, on the shores of Georgian Bay ...*
Jocelyn LeTourneau was sitting in her study, reading a fashion magazine, smoking an herbal lemongrass cigarette. Nobody smoked tobacco anymore, even if her inner teenager still yearned for it on occasion. Polite society was above such things, and she was polite society now, not some rough girl from the slums of Barrie. You didn't smoke tobacco, and you read the Robb Report.
Whatever it took. She was *not* going back to the way things were before she married Vince. She'd left poverty behind forever, married a man who owned a farm just outside Collingwood before he got lucky on the stock market, had a daughter to cement their new respectability, and become a fixture among the social elite of central Ontario.
She was reading about the best boating areas just off Blue Mountain Resort when her cellphone buzzed. She frowned at it for a moment before returning to her magazine. Vince was golfing; whatever it was could wait. It was probably some investor or business partner of his, so no concern of hers. That, or it was their daughter, no doubt asking some banal question that could easily wait.
She loved her daughter, but she could only take the girl in small doses now that she was an adult. Jeanie was ... not smart. She was downright dumb, in fact. Very well-intentioned, but dumber than a stone. It was slightly embarrassing, in fact, when she accompanied them to church. When Jeanie was five, another congregation member had mentioned that their child's pet bird had died, and the parent had needed to explain that the birdy was with Jesus now.
Confused, Jeanie had asked why Jesus lived in the trash bin.
Jocy shook her head again, trying to purge the memory from her mind. She might have preferred that Jeanie not cause controversy by marrying a man instead of a woman, but at least now she and her foreign wife were living in Toronto. As long as Jeanie kept up with her studies and worked toward a career, they'd pay for her to live in the city with her wife.
The phone buzzed again. She ignored it.
The house phone began ringing. It was silent for mere seconds before it rang again.
Frowning, Jocy put down her magazine and went to the phone. She didn't pick it up, but merely looked at the log of incoming calls. They were from members of her prayer group at church, and they were all leaving messages. She walked back to the study, where her cellphone was almost vibrating apart as calls came pouring in.
What the Hell was going on?
She picked up her phone and glanced at it. More calls and voicemails. And a few minutes before that, a text from Jeanie.
The colour drained from Jocy's face and her hands shook in horror as she read the message from her child.
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*Toronto* ...
Jeanie and Freja sat beside one another on the loveseat quietly, their hands folded in their laps, not saying anything. Jeanie's cheeks were flush with embarrassment. Across from them, Vincent and Jocelyn LeTourneau were sitting on the chesterfield, looking at their daughter intently, clearly unimpressed and bordering on furious. They'd never driven to the city so quickly.
Freja quietly observed the older couple sitting across from them -- she'd met them before, of course, but she still felt like she did not really know them. They'd been rather closed off to her. Vincent was in his early forties, she figured, with an average build, maybe a little hefty from life on a farm. His brownish hair was greying at the temples, and he kept it in a smart business cut. He was wearing beige slacks and a polo shirt. He looked at his daughter, his fingertips pressed together.
Jeanie's mom, Jocelyn, had dark brown hair, and rather thick, like her daughter's, but Freja suspected she was dyeing it now, not that it mattered. She just thought it was rather pretentious to worry about keeping up appearances. According to Jeanie, Jocelyn was a few years younger than he husband, placing her in her late thirties. She was apparently from some small, blue-collar industrial town called Barrie, and her background was a poor one, but Jeanie had been instructed by her mother to *never* mention this fact to anyone. *Ever.* The older woman's brown eyes flashed indignantly as she glowered at her daughter.
Jeanie shifted uncomfortably, because her parents hadn't said a single thing since they'd arrived. She knew why they were here, but she had no idea what to do about it. She'd fucked up. Bad. Freja reached over and clasped her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to remind her she was not alone. Not now, not ever.
Jeanie took a deep breath and started to get this over with. "I ... well, obviously, I'm sorry, first of all."
"Gee, *y'think*?" Jocy replied tersely, giving her daughter a look. "Do you have *any* idea what you've done, young lady?"
"Not ... specifically, no, but it can't be good," Jeanie admitted. "I --"
"Nearly got us excommunicated from a church that doesn't even *have* excommunication?" Jocy asked snidely, while her husband flushed angrily at the memory of the texts and phone calls that had interrupted his round of golf. "Yes, Jeanie, even for you, quite the accomplishment."
Jeanie stopped talking, bit her lip and looked at the floor. She'd just have to ride this out.
"Seriously, girl, what were you thinking?" Jocy proceeded, trying to not lose her temper. "Within moments of that ... blasphemous text of yours going out, I was bombarded by calls and messages from distraught and enraged members of the congregation! One member's sixteen-year-old daughter was using their phone when your message reached them! The pastor's wife saw it, for God's sake!"
"Jeanette," Vincent interjected, taking over before Jocy went into a meltdown. "We tolerate your unusually libertine ways, because you're our daughter, but this crosses a line that shouldn't have been crossed. What were you doing, sending out an obscene text to your mother's prayer group? How could you think that was okay? It's not a joke, it's not edgy, it's not funny. Even for you, this is disrespectful of propriety. Well?"
Jeanie squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to articulate her thoughts. She felt Freja's hand on hers and found the courage to proceed.
"I ... remember I said that the central heating for the building broke and went into overdrive, turning this apartment into a sauna?"
Her parents said nothing, but just nodded.
"Well, we had to wait for the repairmen, so we couldn't leave. It was awful in here. Took us all night to air the place out after the situation was fixed. At one point, we --"
"Jeanie ..." Jocelyn said sternly, giving her a look.
"Sorry," Jeanie said hastily. "Anyway, it was horrible in here, must've been well over thirty. Both our brains had turned to mush. I sent out a text to your prayer group, asking for prayers in enduring the heat, because we were miserable."
"No, you didn't," Jocy snapped in irritation, picking up her phone and almost thrusting it forward to present the offending text message as cold, hard evidence. "You sent out that obscene message. It's on my phone, not this mythical one you're insisting you sent! And everyone else got it too. The evidence speaks for itself."
"I know, I know," Jeanie said, holding up her hands, trying to stall the tantrum. "What I'm saying is that the message I meant to send and what everyone received are totally different things. It was a ... a technical error on my part."
"Oh, do tell," her mother said sarcastically, resting her chin on her hand while leaning forward to listen. "I'd love to hear about this malfunction."
Jeanie sighed. "I have an app on my phone, and it ... changes words to be naughty. It's called Naughtycorrect, like autocorrect, but perverted."
"Naughtycorrect," Jocy said sourly, clearly not convinced. "Who the Hell would create an app like that? They should be sued for every penny they're worth."
*There is an interesting notion*, Freja mused to herself, not seeing how that could possibly end well for Jeanie's parents.
"No, really," Jeanie insisted, pulling out her phone and keying into it before standing and heading over to give it to her mother. "Here, I pulled up dad's number so you can text him. That'll prove it."
She turned to go back to her seat before pausing and looking at her mother rather nervously. "Just ... don't open up the photo gallery, okay?"
"Not for a trillion dollars ..." Jocy muttered dryly before sending a quick message to her husband. His phone buzzed and he checked it, his eyes going wide. He showed it to his wife, who blinked in disbelief before looking back at the device she'd texted from.
"There's something we haven't done before ..." Vince commented.
"Shut up!" Jocy hissed, swatting his arm and tossing Jeanie's phone back to her with distaste. "Why would you send that message, girl? If your phone does this now, why would you inflict in on my church peers?"
"I ..." Jeanie tried to explain before fusing with her hands and then just sagging. "I just forgot to turn it off," she confessed. "It was sweltering hot, my brain was turned to glue, and I just forgot, okay? I never would've sent a text like that to anyone you know."
"Even if we chose to believe you, there's the question of the damage you've done, Jeanie," her mother said, clearly not satisfied with the explanation. "What am I supposed to tell everyone? 'Ha ha, it was a mistake, my daughter uses an app that makes everything obscene and she forgot to turn it off?' That fixes nothing!"
"I know," Jeanie said, trying to not tear up. "I don't know what to say. I promise you, mom, it was an accident."
"Understatement of the year," Jocy said bitterly. "I spent hours on the phone with the minister and his wife, pleading with them to not kick us out of the church until we got to the bottom of this."
"I'm sorry ..." Jeanie murmured.
"You need to tell us the name of the company that makes this app," Jocy pressed, determined to find some angle she could use as an excuse to keep from getting kicked out of the church and the genteel society she had been working for over two decades to insert herself into. Her dim-witted daughter was *not* going to blow this for her. "Our lawyer will be contacting them immediately and insisting they --"
"It wasn't a company, mom," Jeanie interjected. "It was someone I know from university who is tech-savvy. They ... made the app for me, because they thought I'd enjoy it."
"Someone *made* it for you?!" Jocy almost hissed, leaning forward and glaring. "Because this is funny? Who did it, Jeanie? Tell me who did this, and our lawyer can impress upon them the need to not do anything like this again! If they refuse, they'll be sued!"
Jeanie trembled and squeezed her eyes shut before taking another deep breath and opening her eyes to look at her parents. "No, mom," she said in a quiet, calm voice. "I won't tell you who. This was *my* fault, not theirs. I forgot to turn the app off and sent the message. If I hadn't forgotten, you wouldn't be any the wiser about its existence and threatening to sue everyone under Heaven. I'm sorry, I love you, but ... I won't tell you who. Blame me."
Jocy was absolutely seething at her daughter's defiance, but Vincent held up his hand, meaning his wife was to stand down. He looked at his daughter levelly. "Normally I'd be proud of you for taking a stand, Jeanie, but not this time. You've done possibly irreparable harm to your mother's and my social standing in a community we'd integrated ourselves into before you were even born."
"Sorry, daddy," Jeanie murmured, looking at the floor.
Vince stood, still looking down at his daughter. "I am too. I won't kick you out of this property, but effective immediately, I'm cutting off all your funds. Fees, taxes, expenses, food, cellphone, tuition ... you're on your own. You clearly need to learn that actions, even mistakes, have consequences. You won't see another dime from me until you've learned your lesson. And perhaps you'd better keep contact with us to a minimum until this blows over. I'll let you know if that ever happens."
Vince helped his wife up and they both walked toward the door.
"I love you both," Jeanie called out. "And I'm sorry."
Vince paused in heading to the door, but Jocy marched resolutely onward. He closed the door behind them, and then there was silence. Freja waited patiently while Jeanie just looked quietly at the floor for some time.
"Thanks for not stepping in," the brunette said finally, turning to look at her wife. "I really needed to field that one myself."
"I know, my love," the Danish girl said, smiling warmly and squeezing Jeanie's hand. "I just wanted to know I was here for you. I only would have stepped in if things had gotten out of control. They were very angry that the church group was involved, *ja*?"
Jeanie shrugged. "Not the first time, tbh. First time I remember was when they caught me and four of the boys doing things naked in a bathroom in the church basement."
"Oh my," Freja said, trying not to giggle. "How old were you?"
"Don't ask," Jeanie replied, shaking her head. "I was in trouble, yeah, but not nearly as much as the four boys, so that one just kinda blew over, y'know? I've got a feeling this one isn't gonna, because it's me flying solo."
"It was brave of you not to mention Alex," Freja mentioned. "If they knew, would they really try to sue him?"
Jeanie sighed. "Mom's the lawsuit-happy type, so yeah. Problem is, that'd put her up against the Profs, and I love my parents too much to see them destroyed like that. Can you imagine?"
"I am preferring not to, tee-bee-aytch," the Danish girl said, mimicking her wife's particular lingo. "But I am sorry this happened, *yndling*. Now what? Do you need to have a cry?"
"Hell no!" Jeanie said, standing and looking annoyed, her hands on her hips. "We gotta figure out how to make enough money to pay for this place, not to mention everything else!"
Freja blinked, looking up at her wife. "That ... is unusually resilient of you, my love. I am used to you being a little more ... ummm ... squishy?"
"Not when I've got a wife to think about, not to mention this lifestyle I'm accustomed to," Jeanie declared, waving off the concern. "I'll weep some other time. For now, we've got shit to do, and our life to fix!"
"You think you can do this easily?"
"Hey, if I can take two dicks in my cunt, one in my ass, two in my mouth and one in each hand, I can certainly look after my wife!" Jeanie announced.
Freja looked astonished. "You have done this, *yndling*?"
"Well, no," Jeanie admitted, blushing a little. "I just meant that if I *could* do those things, I could certainly look after my wife, the way I should. Now let's go make some money!"
"*Gud*, I love it when you sound determined," Freja purred, pulling her wife down to the couch for a deep kiss, and stripping her clothes off.
\*\*\*
Alexa was sitting inside the café, trying not to smirk in amusement as she listened to what her friends were telling her. She waited while they explained the entire sordid tale from beginning to end. They took turns giving her their impressions of what had happened and why. It took everything she had not to laugh.
"Well now," she said finally, sipping at her Café Nordique, enjoying the cardamom notes it carried. "You two really pooed the scrooch this time, didn't you?"
Freja and Jeanie just blinked at her.
"Screwed the pooch," Alexa said, smirking and rolling her eyes. "How could *you* not get that reference, Claudine de Culam?"
"You and your weird insinuendos," Freja said, shaking her head. "The important point here is that my Jeanette has been cut off from her funds she was relying on to continue living as she is accustomed. We therefore are needing to think of things."
Alexa shrugged. "Do you need us to take over where Daddykins left off? I doubt Kar and Mike would have a problem with --"
"That's kind, Lexi, but no," Jeanie said, shaking her head. "Very kind, but it doesn't solve the problem. We need to prove to my folks that we're not helpless without them. We've gotta cover all our own expenses and make money on our own merits, y'know?"
"Absolutely understandable," the blonde goddess said easily, nodding and smiling. She was absolutely enchanting to look at, and always had been, just like her older sister. Alexa had thick, voluminous golden locks, brilliant sapphire eyes, elegant lines to her face, and a smile that would light up a room. Her voice was lyrical and addicting to listen to. Even Freja, who had been Alexa's best friend and soulmate for over a decade, never tired of listening to or looking at her. They'd both just turned twenty, and Freja couldn't imagine Alexa ever seeming old. She was youthful exuberance personified.
"So what are your plans, then?" Alexa asked, taking another sip of her drink. "You've got your courses to think about, so you can't exactly devote *all* your time to these fiduciary endeavours you have planned."
"I'm more worried about finding ways to make money," Jeanie said, causing Alexa to blink and Freja to give her a curious look. She ignored it. "I mean, I think we're gonna be wingin' it for a little bit, since I still have enough money in my bank account to cover all our expenses for a few months, but I gotta think beyond that, right?"
"I couldn't agree more," Alexa said. "But wow, count on you two to make things crazy and weird."
"Says the blonde trollop boning her nephew ..." muttered Jeanie. "We don't really need anything from you, Lexi, we just wanted to let you know what happened. And... maybe you could tell the profs for me?"
"You're afraid to tell them yourself, and I don't blame you," Alexa mused. She was in love with her nephew, her sister's son, and they were a match made in Heaven, no doubt -- they'd even married in a secret glade back in the summer. "God knows how much agony Alex and I could have saved ourselves if we'd been forthright with Kar and Mike about our feelings for one another. So yes, I'll tell them for you. They'll just want me to make sure you two are doing okay. You're family, after all."
The two girls smiled and blushed, knowing the truth of it. They were both madly in love with all four members of the DeBourne family. It couldn't be helped. "We promise to not keep you in the dark," Jeanie said. "And not come running with our hand out."
"That's fine, just don't do without because you're too stubborn or proud to say anything, because that'd be unforgivable ..."
She gave her beloved Freja a pointed look. The Danish girl looked at the ceiling.
"So how soon do you two need to start gallivanting around looking for geld?" Alexa queried.
Freja shrugged. "It is nothing so immediate as to require our full attention. Why, my love?"
"Well ..." Alexa mused, smiling slyly and pulling apart the ivory buttons of her short cashmere sweater to subtly reveal her cleavage to them, "... if there's no rush, I thought we might meet up with my nephew and see if we can tucker him out ..."
"Oh God, I love it when Alex bruises my brainstem!" Jeanie exclaimed a little too loudly, causing people at nearby tables to swivel their heads toward the trio. She coughed and settled back into her chair, examining her pumpkin spice latte. "I mean, yeah, that's not a bad way to kill off an afternoon, right?"
"I am more than willing," Freja agreed, liking the idea. It had been some time since the four of them had all made love together. "Maybe we can play anal roulette again?"
More looks came from nearby.
"Sure, why not right here on this table, now that everyone in the places knows?" Alexa giggled, gesturing to the furniture.
Jeanie frowned. "I don't think any of us 'cept maybe Fre would fit on the table without busting it. Doesn't sound safe, y'know?"
Freja just shook her head, while Alexa laughed prettily.
\*\*\*
Back in the condo, Alex was lying on his side, gripping Freja's hips while thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy from behind. She panted and moaned as she ground back against him, kissing Jeanie feverishly as the brunette lay next to her on her back. Kneeling over Jeanie, holding one of her legs up in the air, Alexa was slithering her gooey womanhood against her lover's. The foursome writhed and pumped in an erotic rhythm, the air of the bedroom turning warm and wet with their exertions.
"Gnnnn, missed this ..." Jeanie moaned, undulating her hips against Alexa's while kissing her wife. "People oughta just do this all the time."
"I wouldn't object," Alex agreed before biting on the juncture of Freja's neck and shoulder, causing her to tremble and hiss in pleasure. His strong hand squeezed and massaged her breasts, pulling on her nipples and making them sting deliciously.
"Can't say as I can think of a better use of my time," Alexa panted, grinding down on Jeanie, her creamy skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her magnificent breasts jiggled with her movements, captivating the attention of her three lovers. "World would be a happier place, don't you think?"
"Yuh-huh!" Jeanie gasped, rocking harder as orgasm approached. She reached up and almost mauled Alexa's heaving breasts, rapt as she heard her pussy making greedy sucking sounds, mingling with the blonde's.
"Ooh, Alex," Freja mewled, her skin turning pink as his throbbing cock plunged back and forth inside her. He was using some pattern of long and short strokes that drove her wild, keeping her from finding a rhythm. That and he was so much stronger than her, even where lower bodies were concerned, when her years of soccer should have evened the odds somewhat. But she didn't care, because he was going to make her cum, and hard, like he always did. "Yes, right there! Ah!"
"Uhn, spread 'em, Jeanie!" Alexa managed to say, her rocking movements over the brunette almost frantic now. "Let me feel inside you!"
One of Jeanie's hands reached down and pulled her thick netherlips wide, exposing her inner pussy while Alexa ground against her. Alexa did the same with two fingers and pressed hard, her inner pink now touching Jeanie's. They both gasped and whimpered at the wet heat, closer than they could describe with mere words. Beside them, Alex was pummeling Freja's tight tunnel and making her yelp with each thrust. He could feel her tightening around him, fluttering and squeezing with increasing urgency, her body needing to cum.
"Cum in me!" she begged, reaching back to grab one of his ass cheeks and pull him against her even harder. Alex rammed into her harder, his top leg hooking over hers to pin her tight as she writhed. Next to them, Alexa and Jeanie were grinding almost frantically, fighting to hold off for a few more precious seconds. Jeanie's eyes had almost rolled up into her head, pushing her hips up with all her might against her lover. Alexa had squeezed her eyes shut, pushing down as hard as she could ...
Freja was shaking uncontrollably as she pushed her face into the pillow and shrieked loudly. Alex groaned and gripped her tight as he pumped his pearly cum deep inside her. Next to her, Jeanie was making incoherent noises as orgasm wracked her, her frothy pussy bathing Alexa's. The blonde goddess sighed loudly, arching her back as she released herself, her cum mingling with Jeanie's between them, inside them, they'd pushed so close.
Freja was still trembling, keeping her face in the pillow, undulating back against Alex gently. Alexa had finally relaxed, and lay down gently on top of Jeanie, kissing her deeply and lovingly, their pussies still glued together. Their tongues tangled as they caressed one another, lost in their mutual bliss. Their hips still moved and undulated slowly, playing out the soft denouement of their shared orgasm. No one said anything for some time. What needed to be said?
Finally they all stirred, and the girls pulled Alex into the center to lie on his back, while the three of them snuggled around his solid frame. They caressed and kissed one another languidly, not a care in the world, all thoughts of what lay beyond the bedroom door banished. Alexa was the one on top of him now, her large breasts squashed to his chest. She purred as Jeanie reached down, took his still-hard cock, and slipped it into his aunt, the woman he called his wife.
Jeanie and Freja, meanwhile, had slithered around until their faces were right next to one another's glistening snatches, and they hugged close as they began licking the cum out of one another. Jeanie moaned as she tasted Alex's thick, tangy sperm on her tongue, along with the earthy notes of her beloved wife. Freja, meanwhile, reveled in the heady mixture of Jeanie and Alexa's cum mingling on her tongue, the women she loved most in this entire world.
The four lovers were finally spent, and lay still, basking in their post-orgasmic contentment and closeness. Predictably, Jeanie and Freja moved around beneath Alex and Alexa, compelling her to rock her hips, fucking her nephew slowly, while they licked at his glistening shaft and her gooey slit.
They heard and felt Alexa shiver and cum again, and once she was done, Jeanie pulled Alex's throbbing cock out of his aunt. She bobbed up and down on the shaft, then let Freja do the same. They took turns, giggling as they kissed and swirled their tongues around the head. Alex was too busy to respond, however, since he and Alexa were kissing deeply and lovingly.
"Well now," Alexa announced, sitting up and stretching her arms overhead, pushing her glorious breasts forward. Not surprisingly, Alex's strong but gentle hands reached up to caress and massage them, just the way she loved. "That sure took the edge off."
"Ditto ..." Jeanie sighed, pushing herself up into a kneeling position and looking happy. Noticing her wife's face was shiny and sticky with cum, Freja pulled her in close for a kiss and began licking her face clean. Their breasts squashed together as their tongues tangled.
"God, you two, get a room!" Alex laughed, still squeezing Alexa's breasts as he looked at the sapphic tryst happening near his feet.
"This *is* our room, tyvm," Jeanie mumbled back through the kiss she shared with Freja. "So just mind your own dicky beeswax, DeBourne."
"Fair enough," Alex said cheerfully, sitting up and allowing his wife to turn around and snuggle back against him. His strong arms enveloped her in a hug, and they watched their hostesses clean one another thoroughly. "You girls sure know how to tucker a guy out."
"Like you're objecting," Jeanie retorted as they finally finished kissing and lay down together, snuggling and caressing. "And you give as good as you get, anyway. It's not every guy who can keep up with three horny girls."
"Only with long intervals of rest in between," Alex admitted. "And lots of walnuts, water, pineapple and bananas."
Freja let out a contented sigh and stared dreamily at Alexa and her nephew, a mere year younger than herself -- there were strong family resemblances between them, of course, but they were not just the obvious things. They both had golden blond hair and blue eyes, but Alex probably got those from his father's family, the DeBourne clan, all of whom were blond, blue-eyed and strongly built. He had his father's infectious grin and bent sense of humour, and phenomenal drive and stubbornness. Alexa's eyes were a dancing, deep sapphire, while Alex's were more of a piercing ice-blue, like his dad's. He was tall, a few inches over six feet, and had a strong gymnast's or swimmer's build, with not an ounce of fat on him, and a defined eight-pack of abs.
And that magnificent cock ...
"You two finally decided if you're staying here or going to Roskilde for Christmas?" Alexa purred while Alex caressed her body casually in all the right places.
"Well, I'm gonna stick my neck out here and guess that we're not spending it with my parents in Collingwood," Jeanie sighed. "And while we'd no doubt have a good time with you and the Profs, we still haven't seen Fre's parents since the wedding. And Christmas is as good an excuse as any, right?"
"That's fair," Alex agreed. "You can afford it?"
"Should be able to," Jeanie mused. "I'll get Fre to make sure, of course, and *yes*, I promise to tell you if we need help, okay? So don't offer. It kills the fuck mood."
"Heavens forfend," Alexa giggled. "Although, knowing you two the way I do, it's hard to imagine what it would take to kill your sex drive."
"Couldn't you two just be camgirls?" Alex asked. "I mean, you're usually broadcasting anyway, might as well monetize all that action, right?"
"We have discussed this already," Freja answered, lying on her side facing them and tracing her finger lazily around Jeanie's brown nipple. "And while we indeed think we would make much money, there is the matter of accounting to my Jeanette's parents for how we are making our living."
Jeanie nodded somewhat somewhat glumly. "Camming, Snapchat, Discord, all those platforms -- we'd make mad bank, but my parents would assassinate me if they found out. They still have access to my financial records, and I'm pretty sure they'd figure it out."
Alexa considered. "Could you two run a YouTube channel and just be hilarious while keeping your clothes on? Popular YouTube channels get monetized nowadays, you know."
The wives looked at one another for a moment and then shrugged, while Freja clambered into a kneeling position, caressing her lover's body. "Could work," Jeanie said. "We're pretty silly, I guess."
"I'd watch," Alex added. "You two'd get followers quickly, and monetize. If you need a hand setting it up, I'll do what I can to help."
"Aright, let's do this!" Jeanie blurted, sitting up suddenly, looking determined. Unfortunately, she had sat up too quickly, and Freja reared back in alarm. The Danish girl squealed as she tumbled backward off the huge bed, landing with a *thud*, her feet over her head.
"Oops," Jeanie said hastily, blushing. "Sorry, Fre."
"Oh, you guys are gonna make *so* much money ..." Alex laughed heartily.
\*\*\*
"So, right about here, Fre?" Jeanie called out as she positioned the webcam on the dining room table, angling it minutely back and forth in search of the perfect position. She wanted to catch her best side, after all. She was sitting on an old, antique wooden bench she'd been given by her parents, one from the farm they owned. She'd always loved its rustic feel and thought it would be nice if she and Freja could sit next to each other during this first webcast.
"I am thinking so, *yndling*," Freja called back from another room, not having really looked. She was busy choosing an outfit. Nothing too daring, but she still wanted to look nice, of course. Maybe just a T-shirt that perhaps accented her bust a little bit? She was acutely aware of the fact that she had the smallest breasts of the girls in her immediate circle of associates. She was usually around a 32B, and when she wore a bra at all, she wore ones that gave her extra lift, so that she had noticeable cleavage.
Jeanie's breasts were bigger than hers, around a 36C, and jiggled enticingly when she moved at any pace faster than a slow walk. While Freja did not begrudge her beloved her breasts, she was slightly envious of them. Their new friend and occasional lover, Heather from school, seemed to be in about the same range as Freja's wife, although they weren't as nicely shaped, at least in Freja's mind. Alex, who had dated Heather previously, seemed to think they were nice enough.
And then there was Alexa.
Freja had to stop and sigh as she thought of her oldest friend and soulmate's body. In all ways, Alexandra was an erotic fantasy. She was a testament to the power of good genetics. Her bust was on the order of a 40D, or DD, depending on the time of the month. And yet, despite their size, they didn't sag, because of the blonde goddess' strong back and oblique muscles, which always helped to pull them up and back. They were capped with pink nipples that begged to be kissed and bitten; Freja never saw them without beginning to drool. She thought she'd never see another set of such perfect breasts.
Then she met Alexa's older sister, Karen.
The genetic perfection of the Gordon-Blackwell sisters was undeniable. Karen was nearly fifty now, and despite the almost thirty-year difference between her and Alexa, her body was still unreal to behold. Fit and perfect, she had the same breasts, although the nipples were a darker, dusky pink colour. Left to her own devices and honesty, Freja would never be able to choose. Thankfully, she didn't have to.
"Fre? Fre!"
"Yes!" Freja said hastily, snapping out of her titty-fueled reverie. She turned around and shivered slightly, feeling that her panties were slightly wet. She muttered to herself and picked out a shirt, hurrying back to the living room. "I am sorry, I was still picking out a shirt."
"No worries, I was just setting up the cam," Jeanie replied, waving it off. "Hope your shirt complements mine." She pushed her chest forward, showing off her screen-printed T, which displayed a cartoonish logo and images for the Europop band E-Rotic.
Still in her push-up bra, Freja hadn't yet put on her shirt, but she held it out for display, showing off the intentionally faded and 'classic' look of the image, the Japanese *enka* singer from the 1960s, Chiemi Eri. "We are both wearing musical shirts, this will do, *ja*?"
"I have no idea who that is," Jeanie remarked, gazing at the image. But then her attention moved back to her wife's bra-encased breasts, and the tempting cleavage they created just above. "Yum yum ..."
Without a word to Freja, she leaned in and pressed her mouth against the two globes, kissing and nuzzling them. Freja made a cursory attempt to make her wife stop, but that ended quickly when the little minx found her sweet spot, her hand squeezing one of her breasts just right.
"Mmmmm, happy place!" Jeanie said in a muffled voice as she motorboated her wife. Freja bent her knees slightly to allow for better access, and was rewarded with shivers of pleasure travelling up her spine and lancing out through her body to her fingers and toes.
Freja gasped and clutched her wife's kinky brown hair, closing her eyes and whispering to herself while Jeanie's free hand reached in and began stroking at Freja's crotch through her jeans. She pressed hard enough for her fingers to be felt, and then moved them back and forth. Jeanie's tongue was now slithering around her nipple as she pulled the cup of her violet bra down, exposing her. The brunette bit the nipple lightly, tugging back gently and eliciting a groan from Freja. The delicious sting made her wetter still.
Freja hastily hiked down her jeans, even while Jeanie sucked on her nipple, exposing her tiny purple panties. Jeanie's fingers made it under the thin, already soaking fabric, rubbing along her wife's slit. Freja moaned again, clutching her head close, tugging at the roots of Jeanie's hair. The brunette squirmed on the wooden bench, her pussy moist enough to stain the wood through her thong panties.
Jeanie pulled Freja down onto the bench with her, the two women straddling it as they pulled one another close and began kissing hungrily. They moaned as their tongues tangled and their hands began roving. Jeanie's hands found the clasp of Freja's bra and unhooked it deftly. She tossed it aside, exposing the Danish girl's pert breasts. Freja then eagerly pulled Jeanie's shirt over her head, delighted to see her wife had no bra on, her breasts wobbling as they were freed from their cotton confines.
They began kissing feverishly again, breasts squashing together. It thrilled them both that their lust for one another was constant, and seemed to know no bounds. Hands fondled and groped breasts and fingers brushed and pinched nipples. Freja bit Jeanie's lower lip and tugged back, making her wife groan loudly. They sidled closer still, desperate for contact.
Freja's hands pulled on Jeanie's hair, craning her neck back. Jeanie let out a shameless moan as her wife bit her neck and then kissed and licked her way down to her ample breasts, molesting them with her teeth and tongue. Jeanie was shuddering in wicked delight, her body already overheating with her need. Her pussy was sopping inside her thong, which was probably bordering on ruined at this point. Not that she cared, of course.
They moved closer together, and each snaked a hand down the other's body, until their fingers found their targets -- Jeanie pulled the damp material of Freja's violet panties aside and speared two fingers into her wife. Freja, the stronger of the two, elicited a gasp of shock as she pulled on Jeanie's thong so hard that she tore it and then just flung it aside. The sound of it landing wetly on the hardwood floor gave them both a tingle. Her fingers were deep inside her wife half a second later.
They kissed fiercely, swallowing one another's tongues as they rocked their hips back and forth on each other's invading fingers. Jeanie's fingers crooked inside Freja and stroked along her sensitive upper wall in a beckoning motion, while Freja's index and third finger dug deeper inside, as if trying to reach Jeanie's cervix like Alex's cock would.
There was no talking, just wet grunting and panting through a wet, fevered kiss. Both girls were already sweating, bodies ablaze and flush with desire to cum together. All other considerations, including their money-making ambitions, were pushed aside. There was only the need to pleasure one another, to make one another cum as hard as possible.
Jeanie choked out a cry as Freja found her sweet spot, her body shaking for a moment as she tried to recover. She had three fingers inside Freja now, and was rippling them along her walls, the Danish girl's pussy making sloppy wet noises. They squirmed their breasts together as they finger-fucked one another, nipples poking and grazing over sensitive flesh that drove them both wild.
Jeanie couldn't take any more, and hurriedly reached both hands to pull Freja's panties off completely. The honey-blonde girl lifted herself off the bench for a fraction of a second to allow the garment to be shed, then sat back down. Without a word, they pulled close together, with Freja slinging a leg over Jeanie's and scissoring her. Their gooey pussies met and they kissed as they began to grind against one another desperately. Their throbbing clits rubbed as their netherlips wetly mingled.
The waxed wooden bench creaked as they rocked back and forth, panting into one another's mouths. Hands roamed and groped eagerly, gripping wet skin hard enough to leave red marks as they fucked heatedly. Freja's fingers were in Jeanie's hair, pulling on it, while Jeanie massaged the secret spot on her wife's neck. Tongues tangled and plunged into warm, wet mouths. Moans drove them both to greater heights of need.
Jeanie felt it building inside her, the unreal tingling, blossoming feeling of a tumultuous orgasm. She knew from the trembling and the stronger, grinding circular thrusts of Freja's pussy against hers that her wife was close as well. She matched the thrusting and grinding motion, shuddering as her clit mashed against her wife's and almost never stopped pressing. She was whimpering and almost squeaking now, while she heard the familiar growling moan in Freja's throat.
They broke the kiss and both girls leaned back now, resting one hand behind themselves on the bench as they ground and pumped their slippery pussies together. Each had a free hand and massaged their own breasts, desperate to reach that sacred peak together. Their panting had become gasping, their moans now high-pitched yelps.
The girls bucked against one another desperately, sweat streaming from their lovely bodies. Soon, they were shaking and their eyes were squeezed shut, teeth clenched as they fought to hold out a few more seconds ...
Jeanie screeched through her clenched teeth, and Freja sighed loudly as the wave of pleasure crashed over them. Jeanie's soul was whirling in an incandescent spiral of impossible colours, bathing her in tingling pleasure. It felt like every atom in her body was ablaze with rapture. The full, comforting blackness behind Freja's eyes was lanced through with ecstasy she could feel from the roots of her hair, to her very core, her pussy slathering Jeanie's with cum. Her entire being throbbed in time with the orgasm that rocked her.
Both girls felt the relentless wave finally passing, and leaned back on their hands, careful to not fall over. Their hips remained locked and they continued to squirm their squelching pussies together, the heady delightful noise thrilling them. It might have just been her imagination, but Jeanie swore she could *feel* the difference between her cum and Freja's -- not that one was better than the other, but just felt different on her slippery lips somehow. And where their cum mixed together was the Promised Land.
Heavily lidded and glazed eyes fluttered open, and each girl reached out with a trembling hand. They clasped one another's hands as firmly as they could, just holding on for several seconds, and attempting to center themselves. Jeanie's mind was dizzy, swimming, and still riding a small wave of post-orgasmic bliss, and she concentrated on the feel of Freja's hand in hers. Freja's chest was heaving as she forced herself to see through the thick, cloying darkness of the climax that saw her almost black out. She loved those orgasms, certainly, but perhaps one would not be such a good thing, since they were perched together precariously on a bench.
Once they'd steadied themselves and could breathe again, they pulled up into one another and hugged close, just enjoying their closeness. They could feel each other's heartbeats through their soft breasts, and it was the most comforting sensation either of them knew. They were so in love.
The kiss that followed was weary but fulfilling, meeting their needs after a frenzied lovemaking session. Both girls, so used to feeling like pariahs for one reason or another, acted as willing and loving anchors for the other, letting them feel that they were never alone, always accepted, and forever understood. Nothing mattered as much as making the other woman happy for the rest of their lives.
The kiss was languorous and slow, sloppy and loud in their ears. Tongues drooled and licked, heedless of the mess that dribbled down between them and into their breasts. Their pussies were still glued together, clits kissing and still pulsing in time. It was an erotic and special embrace neither wanted to leave.
"Mmmmmmm ..." Jeanie purred finally, pressing her forehead into Freja's shoulder as she waited for the world to stop spinning so quickly. "There's nothing I won't put on hold for moments like that. God, I love you so much, Fre."
"I love you too, my dearest," Freja mumbled, hugging her wife. She rested her head on Jeanie's shoulder, turning it to look out, but something gave her pause. "I may... *yndling*?"
"Mmm-hm?"
"Did you say you were positioning and testing the camera before I came in?" Freja asked warily.
"Yeah, why?"
"I ... I think you did a great job," said the Danish girl, her voice on edge. "And so does the rest of the world ..."
A cold chill had crawled up Jeanie's spine before she raised her head off her wife's shoulder and turned it slowly to look at the table. The YouTube channel was indeed open, and the 'Live' feature seemed to be running. She could see herself and Freja, naked from the midriff up, glistening with sweat and flush from the exertions of sex. A little timer in the corner of the window indicated the Live feature was going on eighteen minutes of running.
There was dead silence as her eyes flicked down to a tiny box just below the Live display window.
46,758 viewers ...
46, 883 ...
47,054 ...
"This is going to cost me ..." she whispered to no one in particular.
\*\*\*
"You got yourselves banned from YouTube before your first official broadcast?" Karen asked, sitting on her giant, ornate chesterfield with a crystal glass containing absinthe in her hand. Her free arm was stretched along the back of the couch, and one shapely leg was crossed over the other. "I would say I'm surprised, but to be honest, only you two could possibly pull that stunt off."
"Thanks, teach ..." Jeanie muttered, sitting on a smaller couch with her wife across the room from their hostess. They'd gone over to the DeBourne residence after a lull developed in the debacle, because escaping the house for a bit seemed like a good idea. "Positive reinforcement, and all that."
"How many viewers did you say you had before someone pulled the plug on your little porn show?" Karen inquired, although she did a better job of hiding her smirk than her sister had.
"About one hundred and sixteen thousand," Freja answered, trying not to blush. Answering questions from Karen always made her feel like a total idiot, even if there was nothing particularly accusative about the question itself. "And nearly that many of the 'Likes.' Then the screen went black, and we were notified that the channel had been discontinued, along with possible legal action."
"I somehow doubt your parents' lawyer will be inclined to represent you if YouTube or anyone else tries to sue, darling," Karen said mildly, swirling the opalescent green drink in her glass while looking at it. "Would you like for me to find you one?"
"No, thank you," Freja interjected, shaking her head, but grateful for the offer. "I talked to someone from the Legal Department at the campus, and they made some calls, explaining that everything was a mistake. Apparently they mentioned the liability of the YouTube legal entity if any minors were watching our unintentional show, and everyone agreed to drop the matter. We are still banned, however."
"Oh, frabjous rapture," Karen said wryly, sipping at her drink. "Good thinking on your part, though, Freja."
"Thank you," the Danish girl mumbled, blushing and looking at her feet. Jeanie understood the feeling completely. One did not endure the scrutiny of Karen Gordon-DeBourne for more than a few milliseconds before needing to look away. It was that or run away in a complete panic. Karen's tawny-golden eyes were like those of a wolf or a hawk, piercing and completely unnerving. Only her husband could endure it.
Karen herself was an intimidating presence. Like her younger sister, she was tall for a woman, just an inch or two under six feet, and while Alexa was vibrant and bursting with passion, Karen could only be described as 'regal.' Everything about her sang of her impeccable breeding, and the exceptional life she'd led. Her bronze hair was cut in a fashionable bob that framed her lovely, patrician face. She and Alexa shared the same features, but each girl wore them completely differently. There was a cool aloofness to Karen that one had to get by before being allowed to know the woman within.
Freja and Jeanie had never met the Blackwells, the paternal family of Karen and Alexa, but they were aware from talking to them that the girls shared traits of the family in various ways. Alexa *looked* like a Blackwell, with the blonde hair and blue eyes, whereas Karen's golden eyes were completely unique, her coppery hair a holdover from their mother's Gordon heritage. Both girls had exquisite bodies, and Alexa had always expressed relief in the knowledge that she could reach fifty and look like her sister still did.
Karen was a queen, a beautiful and imperious queen or goddess. Neither girl could think of a scenario where she didn't intimidate the bejeezus out of them, despite how many times they'd both had sex with her.
"Hope you don't mind us coming over unannounced," Jeanie said, taking over for Freja. "We just figured we'd best get outta the house, because bad things happen in threes. Maybe a change of scenery would break the curse."
"You two know you're always welcome here," Karen said warmly, a beautiful smile on her face that melted both girls' hearts. She could be every bit as enchanting as her sister, of course. "You're family, after all. How could I keep you two out after you helped me get my baby sister back?"
Freja and Jeanie knew she meant what she said. When Alex and Alexa's illicit relationship was suddenly exposed earlier that year, the younger sister had fled back to Europe, having only come back into Karen's life mere weeks before. Karen had been devastated, and Freja and Jeanie did everything they could to help bring her home, to let Alexa know that her life was not over, and that she was free to marry her nephew with her big sister's approval. That she was back where she belonged was all that counted.
They'd been a big help, and Karen's devotion to these two girls, deranged as they might be, was boundless. And if they felt unworthy, they were thankful nonetheless.
That didn't mean, however, that they weren't about to find out what blithering idiots they were. And if Karen Gordon was telling you that you were a blithering idiot, you'd best believe you were an absolute blithering idiot.
"Well, as millennials, I suspect you might both just wither into desiccated husks, crumble to dust and blow away in a light breeze without access to YouTube," Karen said finally, after a few moments of inspecting her drink as she held it up to the light. She loved how the Belgian crystal sparkled, and the louche-green of the absinthe gleamed like milky jade within. "And if you're banned from YouTube, I imagine that means you're already banned from other platforms like Facebook and Instagram as well."
At the mention of Facebook and Instagram, Jeanie fished her phone out of her pocket and tried to log into something. After several seconds of no success, she huffed indignantly, folded her arms, crossed her legs and scowled at a distant wall. Karen continued as if nothing had happened.
"So with that being said, what do you plan to do for money now, never mind how you'll waste time between your classes?" she asked. "Thoughts? Ideas?"
"There's always actual online porn," boomed a voice from the entrance to the sumptuous living room, causing Jeanie to jump slightly and squeak in alarm. All three women turned their heads to look at the newcomer, because it was one of their favourite things to do. In the doorway towered Michael DeBourne, patriarch of the family.
The similarities to his son were obvious, of course -- the shaggy blond hair, the ice-blue eyes that radiated immense intelligence and acerbic wit, the strong jaw and infectious grin that made everything better. But more than Alex or even his wife, Mike's presence was overwhelming. He was a full head taller than his son, and if Alex was strongly built like a gymnast, Mike's physique was herculean. His entire body screamed brute power, chiseled and rippling. Well over three hundred pounds of solid muscle, he moved with surprising grace, and none of them had heard his approach.
Karen was a regal goddess. Mike was a god of thunder. Neither Jeanie or Freja could think of a more perfect match.
Just like with Karen, once he had accepted you, you were a member of the family he would move the earth for. Contrariwise, once you were his family, you had to endure his sense of humour. There was no doubting where Alex got it from.
"Husband-mine, did you actually just suggest to these impressionable young women that they should willingly enter into the seamy world of camgirl pornography?" Karen asked, looking up as he strode into the room and eased himself down onto the long chesterfield beside her. Without a moment's hesitation, she snuggled into his side, the most natural thing in the world.
"Can you think of a better fit? They're naturals," he pointed out, putting his arm around his beautiful wife and kissing the top of her head. Karen closed her eyes in contentment. "The world of internet porn is missing out."
"Well, they are indeed naturals at shameless behaviour," Karen allowed, smiling at the two girls she considered to be adopted family. "You know they got banned from YouTube, right?"
"I watched the entire debacle," Mike laughed jovially. "I was in my office and I remembered they'd mentioned what time they'd try to livestream, and what their channel name was. So I found it, and the rest is history, so to speak."
"Quite possibly the quickest banning of a YouTube channel ever," Karen added, sipping her absinthe again. "Wish I'd been able to see it."
"Oh, don't worry, I recorded it," Mike said, grinning.
"Aw, *c'mon*!" Jeanie complained, slapping her hands on her lap and looking frustrated. "Am I never allowed to forget *anything*?!"
"You forgetting something is what landed you in this particular predicament, twice in a row," Karen pointed out. "One would think you'd be loath to forget past mistakes."
"Well, then my entire data bank up here is gonna be full, and there'll be no room for anything new," Jeanie groused, tapping the side of her head repeatedly before sinking back into the couch and sulking. "I can't keep track of which fuck-ups are important and which ones aren't, they kinda blur together after a while."
"Oh, *yndling*, you're not as bad as all that," Freja cooed, pulling Jeanie's head to her shoulder and stroking her hair. "Everyone knows you are meaning well. And I have my share of these fuck-ups too, *ja*?"
"Your wife is correct, my dear, you're one of the most good-hearted people I know," Karen added, smiling. "Many people make it through their entire lives without an ounce of common sense. You're young yet, and you've grown and matured significantly in the short time we've known you."
"Mfff," Jeanie mumbled, blushing as she tried to not be placated. "Y'think it doesn't bum me out that we're only good for porn, apparently?"
"I didn't say that," Mike reasoned, holding up a finger. "All I said was that being camgirls was an easy way for you two to make ready income while you figure things out. You can set your own hours, have your rates, and develop a big fanbase who eats up what you allow yourselves to show."
"You are knowing an awful lot about how camgirls operate," Freja said, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she looked at him.
Mike shrugged. "Karen and I have our favourite camgirls we watch together. She spends more tokens on them than I do."
"That's probably true," Karen allowed, watching her drink as she swirled it around. "I do love when they do certain things for me."
Jeanie and Freja looked at the older couple in disbelief.
"Just when I think I've got you two figured out ..." Jeanie muttered. "So lemme get this straight. You two, the most prominent science professors at a major university, known around the world for your contributions to various fields of physics, think Fre and I oughta make our money being camgirls?"
Mike nodded. "We'd watch you. Besides, you already have sex on camera for free; why not make some coin doing it?"
"Jesus, you sound just like your son," Jeanie sighed. "I guess we can try it. But I am *not* gonna be responsible for the admin settings this time around. Maybe Lexi or Alex'll do it."
"Okay, but you keep my little boy and my baby sister out from in front of that camera," Karen said, looking at them pointedly. "If one *millisecond* of them shows on up a cam feed, they will never find your bodies, ladies. And I'm a wealthy physicist with access to reactor cores and strong acids; I can make it happen."
"Yes, mommy ..." the two girls mumbled sullenly.
\*\*\*
Jeanie cried out as she pumped and writhed beneath the large rubber dildo that plunged in and out of her pussy, lying on her back while Freja leaned over her, thrusting vigorously. Their hips moved in perfect time, and the camera was zooming in on the action between their hips -- the flesh-coloured phallus glistening wetly with Jeanie's arousal, her pubic mound slapping against the taut black leather harness as she pushed up against it.
Behind the camera, Alex was sitting in a plush, armless chair, reaching around and groping his aunt's breasts while she ground on his lap, taking his large, throbbing cock deep inside her. In one of Alexa's hands, the remote that controlled the cameras spaced around the room and focused on the bed was held tightly in her grip. Alex had set up the equipment for the girls, and the two had agreed to work the cameras for the first few shows while Freja and Jeanie found their rhythm.
This didn't mean that they weren't instantly turned on, and began fucking, of course. But as long as the cameras couldn't see them, who really cared? Jeanie and Freja certainly enjoyed watching.
Freja's wavy, pixie-cut honey-blonde hair moved around her face, her eyes closed as she fucked her wife eagerly. Jeanie's hands gripped her wife's forearms, while Alexa managed to zoom the center camera back out. The camera on the left side of the room was watching Jeanie's face, while the one to the right was angled more on Freja. Any viewer with a decent computer and refresh rate could potentially watch all three at once, or at least skip among them as desired.
The clinking sound of token donations was almost constant, although the speaker making this noise was facing Alex and Alexa, so as not to disturb the women in front of the camera.
Alexa turned her head and kissed her husband as she writhed up and down on him, her flawless skin pink and glistening from their exertions. She loved the feel of her nephew filling her, how she almost felt gorged on him. His huge cock splitting her open sent her to heights of euphoria even she and Freja had never reached together when they were lovers in Europe. And though she considered herself married to this magnificent man, soon enough, their marriage would be legal and binding. The court rulings could not come soon enough.
In front of the lenses, Freja reared back onto her knees, and Jeanie sat up and turned around to face the camera. Once she was on all fours, she eased herself back onto the waiting *godemiche*, groaning in delight as it filled her. Once it was inside her, she too began to kneel, sitting in Freja's lap. She moaned as she started to move up and down, spreading her legs so that the camera to the front could see Freja's strap-on dildo penetrating her deeply. They both fondled her jiggling breasts as she bounced on the cock eagerly.
Alex and Alexa did nothing to prolong or delay their orgasm, since they were there to actually run the equipment. Alex gripped her body fiercely and pulled her down on top of his raging cock while Alexa kissed him frantically. Her pussy clenched him like a slippery, silken vise, and then they both moaned through the kiss as he began pumping his cum deep inside her, while her womanhood rippled around him and unreal pleasure blossomed through her glorious body.
Treated to what amounted to front-row seats for the off-camera show, Freja and Jeanie ground and humped against one another faster and harder. The muted sound of the clinking donations sent a thrill through them both, and they fucked themselves into a shameless frenzy, giving the viewers everything they had in order to earn those tokens.
One of Freja's hands snaked down and began massaging Jeanie's clit, and the brunette wailed in delight, her body writhing desperately. Jeanie's arm wrapped back around her lover's head and her fingers tangled in the short blonde hair. The kiss they shared was purposefully open and sloppy, giving the viewers an eyeful. Neither girl felt the least bit of shame about being watched by who knew how many people, and now that they were getting paid to do it ...
Freja held onto Jeanie and slowly rolled onto her back, taking her wife with her. Jeanie was now lying on top of Freja, facing up. The dildo pushed up between her shamelessly open legs, and plunged up into her wanton pussy, beginning to slid in and out noisily.
Tiredly, Alexa smiled and pressed another button, activating one more camera. Hooked up to the ceiling, this device began recording the action from the top down, capturing a full body-length view of the two girls entwined, writhing against one another in great need. From the camera at the foot of the bed, the viewers got a stunning view of Freja's cock being swallowed by Jeanie's greedy pussy. The cameras on the side angles captured their undulating bodies as they fucked.
The orgasm they shared was nothing short of tumultuous, and Alex and Alexa thanked the heavens above that the building was solidly constructed, so little sound carried out of the room except through the door, and this was not only closed, but had a thick rug hung on it to help muffle sound. The writhing had become thrashing and bucking. Jeanie felt like Freja was tearing her apart as she rammed the dildo deep inside her. Her pussy felt like it exploded, the rapturous burst lancing through her entire body.
Freja, meanwhile, was driven beyond the point of self-control by the vibrating nubs along the inside of the leather harness that buzzed and played against her desperate clit. She screamed into her wife's mouth as she came, clenching Jeanie's breasts so fiercely she thought she might crush them. The brunette only wailed in pleasure, however, no matter how Freja mauled her.
The pair seemed to almost collapse in on themselves, and once the crash of the orgasm had passed, there was nothing to hear but their heaving breaths, chests rising and falling as they sucked air into their lungs. Bodies slicked with sweat were red from their carnal exertions. Their eyes were closed while they waited for gravity and normalcy to return to their senses.
Slowly, Jeanie blinked and look up at the ceiling-mounted camera, noticing the little flashing red light. She smiled wearily and waved, before reaching down and using two fingers to spread her thick netherlips. Those watching the camera at the bottom of the bed (along with Alex and Alexa) were treated to the sight of her delicate inner pink, split open by Freja's cock, which dribbled with her glistening juices.
She turned her head and smiled into her wife's beautiful face, whispering.
"*I am so in love with you ...*"
And still the muted clinking sound of donations continued.
"Well, folks," Jeanie said with a sigh, smiling up at the camera above and wiping her brow, "I think that's probably gonna do it for now, because we really need to shower off and stuff, y'know? But I promise, we'll be back soon for another show."
"And we are thinking we want to hear your suggestions, *ja*?" Freja added as Jeanie sat up. The brunette giggled as she playfully bounced up and down on the dildo still inside of her while Freja slapped her butt cheeks. "So please come back and see us again, we have so much more to share with you."
They knelt now, side by side, and Jeanie turned and leaned down, her face in Freja's lap as she sucked her own cum off the cock, humming in pleasure the whole time. Freja smiled and fingered her lover's pussy the whole time. When Jeanie came back up, they both blew kisses to the camera and waved goodbye.
"Annnnnnd we're clear ..." Alexa announced as she turned off the cam feeds.
"Ohhhh myyyyy gawwwwwwwd!" Jeanie squealed, falling heavily onto her back on the huge bed, covering her face with her hands and kicking her feet back and forth comically. "Fre, can you believe we did that?"
Freja sighed and sat on her side, looking down at her wife, whom she adored so very much. "I have done things like this before, but only for bad men in front of cameras, and they were paying to exploit me. This however, I am doing with you and for you, *yndling*. So in that sense, this is so very different."
"D'you think we made any decent money?" Jeanie asked, folding her hands and resting them on her stomach while she looked at the ceiling, still trying to come down from her orgasm high. "I mean, I think I heard a pretty continuous stream of donations, didn't I?"
"I'm thinking so," Alex mused, leaning forward to look at a computer screen while Alexa stood and stretched, ignoring his cum as it dribbled down her leg. No worries, Freja would happily clean it up for her. Alex read some numbers. "That's a lot of tokens, guys. If the site takes thirty-five percent of your earnings upfront, leaving you sixty-five ..."
He made a show of doing some math in his head, mostly for Jeanie's benefit. Alexa just giggled and went over to the bed, kneeling on it while Freja eagerly scooted underneath her and began to lap Alex's cum off her leg and out of her pussy.
"You guys made about thirty-five hundred Canadian in an hour," he concluded.
"What?" Jeanie exclaimed, sitting up, her eyes wide.
"*Hvad*?" Freja asked, looking up from between Alexa's parted thighs, her face covered in runnels of pearly semen and her hairline plastered with it.
"I'm no expert, mind," Alex qualified, holding up his hands. "I'm just telling you the obvious math here. If there's nothing I'm missing, you made well over three grand in an hour."
"Jeebus," Alexa muttered, her brow furrowing as she caressed her own breasts the way a person in thought might stroke their chin. "Maybe *I* oughta become a camgirl."
"No way, bitch, Fre and I'd lose all our customers in five minutes," Jeanie snorted, shaking her head and folding her arms. "Wow, thirty-five hundred, eh? That's not bad at all."
Alex shrugged. "If that was consistent, and you did it five days a week, that'd be seventy grand a month. Two hours would be a hundred and fifty thousand a month."
Jeanie's eyes widened to the point that they looked like they might pop out of her skull. "Wuh ..."
"Hey, over the course of a year, you'd make as much as my mom and dad combined," Alex pointed out. "And with a lot less hours put in."
"Are you shitting me?" Jeanie asked incredulously.
"Like I said, that's just raw numbers. I don't know how this actually works," Alex reminded her.
Jeanie turned and pulled Freja up from beneath Alexa's legs without warning. Alexa gasped and then huffed in annoyance at the intrusion and the interruption of her cleaning. Jeanie looked into her wife's eyes.
"Fre, baby," she said softly, taking her hands. "With that kinda money, we could -- oh, hang on ..."
She stopped talking long enough to use her lips and tongue to clean Alex's cum from inside Alexa's pussy off her wife's face. Alexa rolled her eyes and looked put out again, her arms folded while she knelt on the bed.
"With that kinda money," Jeanie continued, trying to contain her excitement, "we could ... we could defile ourselves into a pair of custom Porsches within a year!"
"Must it be a Porsche?" Freja asked, wiping some cum from the corner of her mouth. "I am not much of a fan."
"Oh, whatever car you want, then," Jeanie replied, squeezing her wife's hands. "Point is, we'll be totally independent of my mom and dad, right?"
"Hello?" Alexa called out somewhat indignantly, frowning as pearly cum dribbled down her leg. "In need of some servicing here."
She turned and looked at her husband, who put up his hands and shook his head. "Don't look at me, I'm exclusively the donor."
Alexa sighed and laid on her back. Without effort, she rolled her legs back over her head, until her gooey pussy was right in front of her face.
"Gotta do everything for myself around here ..." she mumbled as she began lapping the cum out of herself.
\*\*\*
The first week of shows, two one-hour programs a day that didn't interfere with their courses, saw the girls pull in just under eight grand. They were utterly stunned, and while they didn't fool themselves into thinking that it was always going to be this easy, they remained cautiously optimistic.
Jeanie and Freja had gone into a different bank than the one they normally used with her parents, and set up an account to receive their pay from the webcam host. To their surprise, almost none of the bank employees batted an eye when they saw what the two girls seemingly did for a living. Jeanie wasn't sure whether to be flattered or insulted.
Maybe they just didn't care, but her millennial sensibilities wanted to be insulted. Taking offense showed superior morality, after all, at least according to the actions of her peers. She wondered what Alex's dad would think of that logic. He was the most moral and principled person she knew, as well as the most terrifying.
Whatever the case, they were more than happy to take the money, especially with the prospect of more such infusions. And while they'd agreed to be cautious with their money until they knew they were in the clear, the couple allowed themselves a night out at one of the more exclusive restaurants in the city.
"*Skal, yndling*," Freja said, holding up her champagne glass and clinking it with Jeanie's while they sat at their small, private table and waited for their dessert to arrive. She'd had the chateaubriand, while her wife had partaken of a lobster and scallop pasta in a delicate wine sauce. "Tonight was a nice idea, and I think we have needed it, for our own sakes, *ja*?"
"Mmm, I like to think so," Jeanie agreed, draining her glass of bubbly and then pouring some more for the two of them. "If we keep doing well, we could possibly treat ourselves like this once a week or so. Whaddya think?"
"When we know we have made it, and are financially secure, then yes, I am in full agreement," the Danish girl said cheerfully, smiling at her wonderful wife. Objectively, she could admit that Jeanie was not hauntingly or torturously beautiful like Alexa or her older sister Karen, but they were two of the world's great beauties, without question. But Jeanie was certainly pretty, and what enchanted Freja more than anything was the purity of her wife's soul. There was a remarkable innocence about Jeanie, despite her shameless depravity. She was a paragon of a good-natured person. What wasn't to love, aside from the effects curry had on her intestinal network?
"I've been thinkin' about how to not only expand our viewership, but also to keep our regular viewers wanting more, and sending in them yummy tokens," Jeanie mused, tracing her fingernail around the rim of her glass. "One of the ways other girls do it is custom or ready-to-order videos."
"Oh?" Freja asked. She'd mostly left the site research up to Jeanie, although anything resembling legalese got referred to Alexa and Alex or their parents, just in case. "Like what, my love?"
"Well, they'll make extra videos, then upload them to the site, explaining what's on them, possibly with stills or a teaser. Then people can order them. Or, if people pay enough, we'd make a custom video for them, doing whatever was agreed upon. We'd do the same thing with our Snapchat account."
"So we could simply go into the bathrooms here, make a video on our phones of us fucking, and upload it for sale, saying it was a video we made in public?" Freja asked.
Jeanie giggled. "After my crème brûlée, you horny slut, I promise. But yes, that's what I mean. And, oddly, there's the sugar-daddy crowd too."
Freja tilted her head slightly, curious. "I am familiar with this term, as I have had one or two when I was younger, but how would this happen for us here?"
"There's lots of guys with disposable income watching online porn and camgirls, I guess," Jeanie said, shrugging her shoulders. "But girls have wishlists on their profile pages, and from the looks of it, guys will buy shit for them if they're one of their faves. And some of the stuff isn't cheap, either."
"Like what?"
"Well, often it's stuff for shows, like kinky outfits or special toys, or better webcams and laptops, but I've also seen things like kitchen appliances or high-tech TVs and so on. Apparently these guys wanna feel like they're looking after their little girl, y'know?"
"I do indeed understand, since I have had men buy things for me in return for my companionship," Freja said, nodding. "But we are not really needing these things, tee-bee-aytch. We have three very good TVs, excellent cameras and laptops, and more sex toys and kinky outfits than a small adult novelty shop. Why would we advertise a need for such?"
"It's not about our *need*, Fre, it's about ... oh, what's the word?" Jeanie fretted, trying to think of something. She flapped her hands cutely for a moment before pulling out her phone and speaking to it.
"Hi, Bixby," she said in a quiet voice. "What's the word I'm looking for when I mean people having an interest in my well-being and doing something about it?"
The app was silent for several seconds, trying to figure out what its mistress was talking about before finally responding: "Investment."
"Yeah, that," Jeanie agreed with her phone. "Investment. It's about keeping them invested in us. They feel like they're doing their part. They'll give us things, meaning they'll keep giving us things. Why spend our own money on things we don't know we need yet, when they'd probably do it for us?"
"Like what?" Freja asked.
"Iono," Jeanie said, shrugging again. "Okay, I've never seen anyone put a Ferrari on their wishlist, but I'll bet we could get someone to buy us a Sybian. Maybe even one of those two-person models, y'know?"
Freja grinned. "It would be nice to have a Sybian, and we could never get one because your father was still having access to your bank records. This way, he does not."
"*Merci*," they both said as their server brought over two ramekins of perfect crème brûlée. They waited until the server was gone, then resumed their conversation, tapping the hardened caramel to break it and then digging in. "Anyhoo, people give us things, we thank them, possibly on camera, and then they want to keep supporting us. We just need to keep delivering the goods."
"I am having no problem with the delivering of these goods," Freja said, smiling saucily. She loved how her wife looked tonight; Jeanie's chocolate-brown hair was teased into lovely waves and curls, and she was wearing a short, crème-coloured bolero-style blazer over a snug cashmere sweater. Her skirt matched her jacket, framing her nylon-encased legs. She was wearing chic pumps on her dainty feet.
Freja, by contrast, was wearing a snug blue dress, set with some pretty stones that drew the eye to her curves. She was wearing a strapless pushup bra and was aware of how everyone who passed tried to get a look at her cleavage. Mission accomplished. "So are you thinking we should make the first of these bonus videos once we have paid our bill?"
Jeanie leaned forward and smiled wickedly. "I'm looking forward to making those videos with you *everywhere*, Fre," she purred before returning to her dessert.
"It is a good thing that we had have much practice at this, then!" the Danish girl laughed.
\*\*\*
*In the conveniently secluded bathroom ...*
The two girls panted through their kiss as they squirmed against one another while sitting on the toilet seat. Freja had pulled down the top of her dress, while Jeanie had lifted her cashmere sweater to expose her breasts. They rubbed their breasts together while they kissed, each of them holding a camera out to one side to capture the action.
Jeanie bent back slightly while Freja leaned in and sucked a nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Jeanie stifled a groan, and they both managed to somehow hold their cameras steady enough to continue recording. They wouldn't have time to cum together, but they could at least put on a brief show.
When Freja was done tormenting Jeanie, they kissed again, and then both girls leaned back and pointed their cameras down between their legs. As if on cue, they both began to pee, capturing the event in twelve-megapixel glory
"So there ya go, boys and girls," Jeanie said, bringing her phone up and smirking for the camera while Freja did the same. "Little bit of a show for ya in the bathroom stall of a posh restaurant. If y'like it, let us know, and we'll give you more."
"*Ja*, and you can find us as well on the Snapchat. We have lots of naughty things to show you. Don't be late!"
They both blew kisses and ended the recording. A quick, off-camera makeout session concluded their activities, and then they exited the bathroom and made their way out of the establishment. Hand-in-hand, they walked down the street, the crisp night air and silvery moon on their faces. No one blinked as they passed by.
"S'weird, y'know," Jeanie mused as they walked. "We take our marriage for granted."
"It is the law of the land, of course," Freja pointed out.
"Yeah, but we weren't even alive when the law was made, it came out almost five years before we were born," the brunette explained. "Y'think about other couples who couldn't get married because they lived before that time. Like if Lady Prof had married that red-headed friend of hers from university instead of Mike. Imagine needing to wait like that to be told you're allowed a basic human right."
Freja considered. "Legal partnerships for gay people, they were granted in my country in late eighty-nine, I believe. We made full gay marriage legal in twenty-twelve, if my memory serves, because Alexandra and I were giggling and excited that we could get married."
"Aw, you two would've made such a cute couple," Jeanie cooed, caressing her wife's cheek for a moment before they continued walking. "I mean, I'm glad you didn't, because now you're mine, but if it would've made you happy, then I would've been rooting for you two, y'know?"
The Dane nodded. "Perhaps, and I would have been happy, except for knowing that I could not make Alexandra truly happy. She is too large for me. I am content as her soulmate and lover, but now I know this about us. She needs more than what I can give her. I am the wrong fit. It is Alex she is perfect for."
"And they can't legally marry," Jeanie sighed, swinging their arms back and forth gently while walking. "Don't worry, the Profs'll work it out. There's nothing they can't do."
"I am hoping you are right," Freja said, nodding. "Because I want my Alexandra to be as happy as I am once she is married."
Jeanie bit her lip to stifle a whimper. She knew how happy Alexa was already, and here was Freja saying she was happier still. She loved her kooky foreign wife so much.
Freja smirked. "The alleyway up ahead ... we should go down it, and record ourselves pressing our cunts together. Naughty, *ja*?"
Giggling like naughty children, they hustled down the alleyway, already pulling out their phones.
\*\*\*
The girls put up their wishlist, and also began advertising special videos for download, as well as custom requests. Some of the ideas made them snicker, but nothing was too gross, so they did them all the same.
They'd taken a day off, to visit a swinger's club with the DeBournes, but then were back in front of their cameras, performing for their ever-growing audience. Lots of people mentioned in messages they'd found out about the pair from the YouTube fiasco, and were thrilled to find them here. The requests for their videos and for custom performances kept coming.
"Phew," Jeanie said as she walked down the street with her wife as they left campus together, one of the rare days when their classes ended at the same time and they could accompany one another home. "This cam thing is bordering on becoming a full-time gig. I'd consider just ditching school for it, but I promised my mom and dad I'd get my degree in something. And I'd just die if I disappointed Karen and Mike, y'know?"
"I know what you mean," Freja sighed. "I feel pressured to do more hours online, or to make the videos faster, but my studies, they must come first. What if I am hit by a flying antler-cow and horribly disfigured? I will never work as a camgirl again."
"First, it's called a moose, we've been over this," Jeanie corrected, stopping and cupping Freja's cheek with her gloved palm. "And second, there aren't enough flying antler-cows in all of Canada to make this face ugly ..."
They shared a loving kiss in the middle of the sidewalk for some seconds before Jeanie's phone buzzed in her jacket pocket. She broke the kiss and pulled it out to see what was happening. Her eyes lit up.
"There's a package waiting for us," she said excitedly. "We can either pick it up, or pay for it to be delivered to our door!"
"Odd that it was not sent to our address to begin with," Freja mused. "But maybe there is some cheaper fee for the sending person this way, I know not. Do you want to pick it up, or have it delivered, *yndling*?"
Jeanie looked around, as if to get her bearings. "Well, it's at the FedEx distribution office on Commissioner's, so probably a fifteen-minute cab ride from here ... ooh, Fre, what if it's our Sybian?"
"It would be a shame to wait a few extra days, when we could just get sweaty lugging it home ourselves," the Danish girl mused. "Let us be going and pick it up."
Jeanie squealed and threw herself against Freja in excited abandon, nearly knocking her over in the middle of the street.
\*\*\*
The nerdy kid behind the counter stared at the manifest in his hand, then at the email order number presented on Jeanie's phone screen. He blinked a few times, and then smiled. "I think it'll be over this way."
"You'll need someone to sign for it in the back, Kenny," his supervisor reminded him. She was a thin woman, but seemed nice enough. "You want to go with him and just get it out of the way?"
"I'll go," Jeanie volunteered, wanting to feast her eyes on their present as soon as possible. It was the first one they'd received, after all. She'd seen on their cam site account that already a few things had been bought; she just didn't know which one this was and wanted to find out. "You make sure we're settled up, Fre."
"I can do this," her wife said, nodding while Jeanie skipped down the long hallway, following the young man and then disappearing into the warren of storage rooms. She then looked at the supervisor. "Is there any paperwork to fill out, or payments I must make to get this done?"
"Lemme look," the woman mused, beginning to access a computer and then rifle through some papers, looking for information. "Your friend seems pretty excited."
"She is my wife, and yes, we are quite excited," Freja said pleasantly. "We are expecting gifts, we just do not know which one this is."
"Oh, congratulations," the woman said, smiling. She had light brown hair and a slender frame, but she was pleasant enough to look at, with a friendly voice. "Wedding presents?"
"Uh, no, not as such," Freja said, blushing. "They are ... gifts from our work."
The woman gave her a curious look.
"We are camgirls,' Freja admitted, wondering why she was blushing. "We get gifts from our viewers."
"I can see that," the woman said simply, nodding and then going back to looking through her files. "You're both more than pretty enough to do that sort of thing. I'm sure you're a big hit, especially as a married couple."
"You are kind," Freja said, smiling. "Most people are not so understanding."
"Hey, I like watching hot girls as much as the next person," said the supervisor, whose nametag identified her as 'Brenda.' "Oops," she said, blushing and looking embarrassed. "Sorry, that was unprofessional."
"No apologies are necessary," Freja said, smiling warmly and leaning forward slightly so she could speak in a quieter voice meant only for Brenda. "We like it when women watch us too, after all."
Brenda looked up at Freja, and her face was slightly flushed. "You do?" she asked in little more than a whisper.
"Actually, we *love* it," Freja purred, subtly sliding a hand across the counter to rest on top of Brenda's. the supervisor shivered slightly. "I wish I could show you how much we love it."
Brenda bit her lip for a moment, considering something and then arriving at a conclusion. "I think I might have another package for you and your wife back here," she said in a bit of a rasp. "Would you like to help me find it?"
Freja nodded, smiling slyly.
"Sam, come and watch the counter for a few?" Brenda called back to a woman organizing shelves somewhere behind her. "I need to take this customer back to find a package."
"Can do, boss!"
Brenda opened the swing door in the counter, and Freja slinked through it, trying not to giggle as she followed her new friend into the interminable depths of the vast warehouse.
\*\*\*
"Jeez, how do you ever find anything back here?" Jeanie asked as she followed Kenny back through the tall stacks of endless frame shelves, with countless parcels of every size on them. "You guys must have HAL9000 for your computer, or you're a bunch of freaking Mentats."
"That the type you like? Really smart ones?" the young man walking ahead of her asked as they kept walking.
Jeanie frowned for a moment. "Well, I guess Fre is smart; she's kind of a genius when it comes to engineering, in fact. But I don't need her to be a Brainiac all the time."
"Oh, it's girls you're into," Kenny remarked.
"Yeah, she's my wife," Jeanie volunteered. "But I guess we're both bi, really, we just happened to find and marry each other."
"It's good to find a person who will love you, it's really rare," he said as he found a door to a room and opened it. He gestured for her to enter, and she glided into the room. It was much smaller than many of the others they'd passed, but still lined with shelves and boxes. Kenny closed the door behind her with a '*click!*' and then joined her farther in. She was still looking around in wonder.
"It's over here," he said, moving toward the back of the room and fishing out a sizeable box from its place on a rack along the wall. Jeanie could tell from its size and how easily he moved it that this was not the Sybian she was hoping for, but she was still intrigued about what was inside. It looked like it wouldn't be *too* difficult to get home to the condo.
He plunked the rectangular box down on the table, and wiped his brow. Jeanie gazed at it intently. "Wonder what it is."
"I'll bet you'll like it," he said, nodding. "I'll bet you get gifted nice things all the time."
"Oh, you're sweet," she said somewhat distractedly, trying to remember what they had on the wishlist that could require this size of box. "But this sorta thing is new to me, I -- *we* only just started our job."
"Uh-huh," Kenny said, nodding and looking at her intently. His greasy blond hair fell limply around his face, and his receding chin made his bottom teeth stick out somewhat. "You should open it. If it's more than one thing, you could think about repackaging it for convenience."
"Oh, that's not a bad idea," she mused, nodding. "Maybe you *are* all Mentats. Lemme see if my nail file here will open the tape and --"
"Don't worry, I got it," Kenny announced, pulling a box cutter seemingly out of nowhere and dragging the razor blade down the length of the box, slicing it open with an unpleasant grin ...
\*\*\*
Freja had Brenda pushed up against the wall of the small breakroom, pinning her arms over her head **as** they kissed feverishly. Freja had one leg between her lover's, and she was humping it against Brenda's crotch, which grew increasingly wet. Their tongues tangled hungrily.
"You sure ... your wife won't mind?" Brenda managed to murmur through the kiss. Freja now used just one hand to pin Brenda's wrists over her head, while the other came down to squeeze her breast through her brown work shirt and then open a button and slip inside.
"I promise you she will not," Freja replied, breaking the kiss to nibble at Brenda's ear, making the other woman moan. "She would want me to do this, so that we know we can share you later, if you are liking the idea."
"S-share me?" Brenda gasped as Freja squeezed her breast. "Gnnnn, I've never done that ..."
"I think you would like it," whispered the Danish girl, tugging at Brenda's earlobe gently with her teeth. "We are very thorough lovers, if you will. And we have so many toys to try on you ..."
"Oh God ..." Brenda murmured, thankful the cameras didn't work in this room.
\*\*\*
"Oh, wow," Jeanie breathed, staring at the contents of the now-open box as Kenny helpfully laid them out on the long table. There were several exotic sex toys, along with quite a few kinky outfits, such as two schoolgirl uniforms, a PVC bodysuit, and what looked like SS dominatrix gear. "That's quite a haul."
"I know, right?" Kenny agreed, folding his arms and looking down at the display, nodding. "Lots of stuff here."
"Whoever bought this spent a pretty penny, that's for sure," the brunette mused.
"Y'like it?" the young man asked.
"Yeah, I like it," she replied, holding up the shiny black 'Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS' outfit's jacket, feeling its texture. "Fre'll look awesome in this thing. Jeez, there's even a riding crop."
"That's a dedicated fan you've got there," he stated, gazing at her.
"I'll say," she murmured, still lost in the garment. "I'm gonna have to give them a big thank-you when I'm online."
"You're welcome," Kenny said, his voice cracking slightly.
Jeanie's head snapped up to look at the man who stood on the other side of the table. Her eyes were wide with surprise. "*You* bought all this?"
He nodded.
"But how?" she asked as she laid down the SS outfit, rather bewildered. "How can you even see our channel? I've set it so that no one in Southern Ontario can access it!"
"Ways around that, y'know," he replied, shrugging. "I use the deep web to access the site, so my signal bounces off at least twenty random relays; it can't trace my original position."
"Damn ..." she muttered, scowling at the table. "If the kids at school know that trick, I'm sunk."
She looked up at him again. "But why? It's Kenny, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," he said, struggling not to have an acrimonious tone in his voice. "Thanks for remembering, it almost never happens. A refreshing change, I assure you, to have a girl remember my name."
"I'm happy to help, but you still haven't told me why," Jeanie pointed out.
He spread out his hands, almost as if in supplication, as he began to move slowly around the table. His smile was tight. "I'm your biggest fan. You and your wife, I'm helpless not to watch you. You're the most amazing act on the site."
"Oh, well, thanks," Jeanie said, blushing and trying to look humble. "One doesn't like to brag, but we're not really acting, y'know. The passion is real, and we --"
"And so I had to show you my appreciation for you," Kenny interrupted, coming around the corner of the table now and walking toward her. "The way you two move, the way you take things inside yourselves, and the pleasure you give and receive from one another. So amazing to watch, and so unattainable for the rest of us."
"Huh. Weird flex for a fan, but okay, I'll run with it," Jeanie said, still a little confused by her conversation partner. "You thought we could improve the show with this stuff? I think you're right, and we appreciate --"
"They're gifts, not props!" he cut in again, his voice harsh now, his eyes pained. "How'm I gonna prove I'm better than those other guys, hm? The ones that are always mogging me? The type girls like you like to fuck."
"'scuse me?" Jeanie asked, perhaps a tad indignant. "I'll admit, I'm on the easy side, but I'm no man's property, tyvm. I have a wife."
"That's right, the Stacys are always taken, aren't they?" he said as he slowly walked closer, his watery hazel eyes fixed on her. "You're cock carousels for as long as it takes, finding Mister Right Now, and it doesn't really matter who he actually is, does it? The meeks are as good as anyone, it's all about how wet he makes you."
"Hold on there, bucko," Jeanie said hotly, turning to face him now. "It's one thing to give a girl gifts, but that doesn't mean you can insult her ... usually. Um ... my point stands, you can't be rude just because you --"
"You fucking femoids are all the same!" he hissed, his eyes flashing with accusation. "So easy for you to get what you want, while the rest of us can just lay down and rot, never having known what it's like!"
"Y'might wanna start trying to get laid by not being such a creepazoid, dude ..." she said as she began to back away.
\*\*\*
The coffee table had been hurriedly cleared of all objects, and the girls were now lying atop it, engaged in a trembling sixty-nine. Freja was lying on top of Brenda, slithering her tongue around the woman's clit while pushing two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Brenda was panting and gasping as she worked her tongue up and down Freja's netherlips, using her fingers to pull her wide, eliciting a moan of delight from the Danish girl.
"Oh God, yes!" gasped Brenda as one of Freja's fingers found its way into her ass, even while other fingers were pinned inside her fluttering slit. She squirmed beneath her lover, legs almost shaking as she tried to control herself enough to continue pleasuring Freja. It'd been almost two years since she'd been with a girl. She'd missed it.
Freja sucked Brenda's clit into her mouth, causing the girl to stifle a cry. She rolled the throbbing bud with her tongue, massaging it expertly, and felt her lover beginning to shake uncontrollably. She wasn't worried about cumming herself, she just wanted Brenda to cum hard enough that she'd want more and be a willing partner for Jeanie and herself. You couldn't have too many playmates, after all.
Brenda's hips quaked and then she had her feet flat on the table and pushed up, straining with all her might. Her hips pushed up so far that Freja's spine flexed backward slightly. Brenda's mouth had left Freja's pussy and her teeth were clenched as she fought back a screech. Then she began bucking madly, and Freja latched her arms around the woman's ass, holding tight while she kept plunging her tongue into her pussy. Brenda came hard, bathing her lover's face in her essence until she collapsed on the table, trembling and breathing hard.
Freja sighed dreamily as a little orgasm pulsed through her, just enough to take the horny edge off. She turned her head to the side and nuzzled her cheek against Brenda's worn pussy. This had been nice. And Jeanie had been gone for a while, too. Maybe she was giving them some alone time? Or maybe she was getting some herself?
Freja finally sat up and stretched her arms over her head. Her pert, toned ass cheeks were over Brenda's face, and she giggled and then squirmed appreciatively as the woman kissed and lapped at her pussy gently. Freja reached down and petted Brenda's womanhood, as if for a job well done. She finally turned herself around, settling her hips down so her pussy squished against Brenda's. They smiled at one another before Freja lay down to share a soulful kiss for several seconds and then rolled off the table.
"So perhaps you would consider meeting with Jeanette and myself at some point?" she asked as she helped Brenda off the table. "I am thinking we would all have fun."
"Well, as long as I don't show up on your camgirl thingy," Brenda said, rubbing at her face and trying to recover. "Can't have that."
"It is against the rules of the website to have unregistered people on the camera anyway, so you must not worry," Freja said cheerfully, enjoying the dopamine dump in her system from the orgasm. She was reaching for her clothes now, thinking it was regrettably time to get dressed. She had managed to slip on her bra and panties when she noticed something on the wall. As Brenda was getting her underwear and pants back on, Freja went over to the hanging pegs mounted in the wall.
"Find something interesting?" Brenda asked, pulling on her shirt while watching Freja observe something.
"This jacket," Freja said, indicating a long black duster. "Do you know what these badges and patches are?"
Brenda shook her head. "No, can't say as I do. Not gamer stuff?"
"No, not at all," Freja replied, holding the coat up for her inspection. "I have seen them in a course at school. This one here? The one that looks like a black pill capsule? It indicates that the world is inherently messed up and the odds are never in your favour and never will be."
"Okay ..."
"And this badge that says 'AWALT'? It stands for 'All Women Are Like That,'" Freja continued.
"Damn, I thought it was just some gamer thing I didn't understand," Brenda muttered. "Sounds sexist."
"And this one?" Freja said, showing another badge that simply read 'ER,' with a gold crown above the letters "It means Elliot Rodger, the maniac who killed people in California some five years ago. He is called Saint Elliot by young men who claim they cannot get sex."
Freja lowered the coat and looked at Brenda. "Brenda, this coat, it is belonging to an incel. A bad one, at that."
"Well, that is a problem," Brenda said rather nervously.
"Why?"
"Because that coat belongs to Kenny ..."
\*\*\*
"I said no, goddammit!" Jeanie hissed, perched atop one of the tall metal-frame storage racks in the center of the room now, looking irked as she scowled down at Kenny, who was waiting for her at the bottom. He seemed rather frustrated, because when he tried to climb up, she kept dropping the boxes from that top shelf on his head. It was really irritating. "Why is this such a difficult concept for you?"
"You can't deny me!" he shouted, looking at her angrily. "I bought you all this great stuff that was on *your* site! I didn't choose it for you, you chose it for me to get for you! You got your part of the deal, what about mine?"
"You did get yours, Einstein," she shot back, threatening him with a box. "You got to watch us do our thing together! That's what we offered. Never said anything about meeting up with and fucking some neomaxizoomdweebie fan who really needs a hug from his mommy!"
"You sluts are all the same!" he almost shouted, pointing a shaking finger at her. "You say you want a nice guy, but you give it away to the creeps! Maybe some of us don't want to live like shallow douchebags just to get some!"
"Well, *you* sound like a shallow douchebag, and you're not presenting any welcome alternative, buddy," she snapped, tired of perching like a vulture. "So this is just about getting laid? You're a virgin and pissy about it?"
"There's no chance for a guy like me," he spat, clearly disgusted by her very existence. "You girls can fuck so easy, anyone you want! You don't know what it's like to go without, for no one to want you, *ever*!"
"That's true, I don't," she answered, watching him warily as he came around the shelf, looking for another possible way to get near her. "But that's not my problem if this is how you think I want guys behaving toward me. Ever considered *not* being a douche?"
"Like it matters," he crabbed, dodging another box. "I can't compete; laying down and rotting is the only option!"
"Well, you're not off to a very successful start there either, dude," Jeanie said snidely, right before he tried to begin climbing again. "I swear, if you come up one more inch, I'll drop trou and piss all over your head, little man ..."
"Best a guy like me can hope for, isn't it?" he sneered, not deterred this time.
"What, so if I fucked you, you'd knock this bullshit off?" she asked, trying to calm him down. Why wasn't she better at this? "Because you can't possibly think this is how you romance women."
"There's no romancing women, you stupid cunt," Kenny growled, glaring at her. "There's just taking what you fucking can at whatever cost. And if women won't give you what they owe, then you just take it no matter what they have to say."
"Over my dead body, stringbean!" Jeanie hissed, holding up one of her last boxes threateningly in one hand.
"That's the idea!" Kenny snarled as he made to climb the metal shelf again.
The door of the room jostled almost frantically as someone tried to get in.
"Jeanette? *Yndling*!" Freja called through the door.
"About time, hero!" Jeanie groused, turning her head to scowl at the door for a moment. "What should've been a fun little excursion has turned into -- HEY!!" she shouted angrily as Kenny began trying to shake the shelf to dislodge her. Fortunately, his upper-body strength didn't seem equal to the task, and she remained a full twelve feet over his head. "Knock it off, Kenny, or I swear to Bob, I'll --"
There were several loud slams against the door before it finally broke off its hinges and toppled inward, followed by a wide-eyed Freja rushing in, trailed by the front counter supervisor. For whatever reason, Freja was wearing only her bra and panties.
"What is going on in here?!" the supervisor demanded, clearly aghast at the scene. At least she was wearing clothes, although she was looking at little dishevelled, and her face was suspiciously shiny and sticky.
"Oh, not much," Jeanie grumped from atop her narrow perch, gesturing with a hand and giving away her French-Canadian heritage. "Prince Igor down there bought us a whole bunch of really nifty shit from our website, but he thinks that because he did that, he's allowed to skin me like a deer and wear me as pajamas. He got upset when I said no."
"It wasn't like that at all, you lying bitch!" Kenny shouted, glaring at Jeanie again.
"Then why am I up here, ace?" she shot back. "And stay away from this shelf, I *will* piss on you."
"It is true, she will," Freja agreed, nodding. "Did you offer to fuck him?"
"Oh, of course I did!" Jeanie complained, rolling her eyes. "But that wasn't good enough, he has to kill me or some dumb thing. He keeps calling me Stacy on top of everything else! Why would I fuck a guy who can't even get my name right?"
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" Danny shouted.
"Ignore him," Jeanie said dismissively. "Hey, Fre, is this one an incel? Like you read about in that one Modern Psych course you're taking as an elective?"
"Very much so," Freja confirmed, watching the skinny, outraged man warily. He was still glaring at Jeanie. "He is almost a poster child for them, really."
"Well, could we wrap this up?" Jeanie asked, rubbing her ass. "I've been up here for a while now, and my tushie is getting kinda sore, and so are my legs."
"I am on it," Freja said, walking purposefully toward Kenny now, her eyes locked on him. "Brenda, please go and call the police."
"Thanks, Brenda!" Jeanie called out, waving to the woman as she scurried out of the room before returning her attention to her wife below.
"As for you, *min herre*, perhaps it is time for you to leave my wife alone," Freja growled, still advancing on Kenny. "If you stop now, I will -- AIYA!"
"Oh, yeah, watch out, he's kinda got a box cutter!" Jeanie called from the top of the shelf, making a sour face as Freja jumped back hastily from the slashing bade.
"You did not think to mention this earlier?!" Freja hissed, scowling up at her wife. "He nearly cut my left tit off!"
"Oh, nonono!" Jeanie said hastily, protesting the notion. "I love your left tit! I love 'em both! I love Penn and Teller!"
"You named my tits Penn and Teller?!" Freja gasped in outrage as she dodged back again from another clumsy swipe of the triangular blade while Kenny advanced on her. "Why would you do that?!"
"Oh, I don't know," Jeanie whined, looking upset and apologetic. "It just happened that way, okay? I promise to try and think of something else!"
"Maybe I should let this incel cut them off and keep them, *ja*?" Freja shot back. "At least then they would be owned by someone who appreciated them!"
Kenny shouted incoherently and charged her now, swiping madly with the box cutter. Freja was done backing up, though, and ducked, spinning around past Kenny and ending up behind him -- but not before giving him a jab in the ribs. He grunted and staggered for a moment before glaring at Freja, still hunched over and holding his side.
"I am not wanting to hurt you," Freja warned him, taking up one of her fighting poses. "But to protect my wife, I will hurt you very badly."
"Too late, bitch!" he yelled and charged in again, slamming the blade of the box cutter down in a clumsy overhead arc, trying to bury it in her cranium. She dodged to the inside and punched him in the nose, hard. There was a mushy crack, and Kenny staggered forward and collapsed to his hands and knees on the floor, moaning in pain, his nose broken and now oozing snotty blood. When he managed to get to his feet, his nose was easily twice its original size, and the area around his eyes was blackening quickly.
"I'll kill you ..." he burbled, glaring hatefully.
"This is your last chance," she said, suspecting that he had no intention whatsoever of heeding her warning. If he managed to harm or kill her, he'd done the movement a favour, ridding the world of a 'femoid.' If he got beaten, it just proved their stupid narrative that the world was stacked against them and they never had a chance to begin with.
Turning in to face her, he charged again, thrusting forward with his box cutter. Freja batted the arm holding the makeshift weapon to the outside, leaving Kenny wide open. She rammed her fist into his sternum, making him wheeze violently and she knocked the air out of him. Her knee rammed up into his jaw, snapping his head back, stunning him.
She ducked behind him again and grabbed him around the middle, lifting him up and them launching herself backward to slam him through the table. It shattered beneath the impact.
"Nooooooo!" Jeanie wailed, watching helplessly from above as the toys and outfits scattered everywhere, some of them looking damaged by the impact and the splintering debris. "Not the table! My toys! All my pretty new toys!"
Freja slowly pulled herself out of the wreckage of the table, sitting up and shaking her head to clear it. Next to her, Kenny was still lying in a crumpled heap, very unconscious. She noticed that one of the straps of her bra had been sliced in half, and now one of her breasts was exposed. She sighed forlornly. She'd really liked the lift this particular bra gave her.
"You can come down now, *yndling*," she said finally. "The bad boy is asleep."
"Well, as long as you're sure," Jeanie said warily, beginning the climb down. Once she was on the floor, she knelt in front of her wife and hugged her close.
"Thanks for saving me, Fre," she whispered into her lover's ear before giving her a loving kiss. They stayed like that for several moments before Jeanie stood and helped a weary Freja to her feet. She put her arm around her wife while they both gazed down at Kenny, still asleep on what was left of the table.
"There is never a dull moment with you around, my love," Freja said finally, shaking her head. "Are all the men you attract as debonair as this one?"
"Hardy-har-har," Jeanie said dryly, giving her wife a look. "Could've been you who came back here to retrieve the package, y'know."
"Things would have turned out differently, I am thinking." Freja mused, still looking down at him.
"You would have kicked his ass immediately?" Jeanie asked.
"No, I probably would have let him fuck me," answered the Danish girl. "Your standards are just too high ..."
\*\*\*
Brenda had returned moments later, having called the police. She was relieved to see Freja and Jeanie were unharmed. She also brought Freja's clothes, thinking she should put them on before the constabulary arrived, to avoid awkward questions.
They also hastily recovered and packaged away all the toys and outfits from the ruined box, putting them in new boxes and setting them aside. Freja had immobilized Kenny's hands behind his back with zip-ties, and done with the same with his feet. She also duct-taped his mouth shut, since he began insulting them the moment he woke up. Mercifully, the police were there in short order.
They watched as the three cop cars pulled away, with Kenny inside, arrested on charges ranging from harassment and abduction all the way up to aggravated assault with a weapon. Jeanie asked for them to not charge him with attempted murder, because she didn't want to be tied up in court, or have to explain the where's and why's to her parents since sex toys and her career as a camgirl were involved.
"Bye, Kenny!" she called out, waving. "See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!"
"You went easy on him, asking he not be charged with attempted murder," Freja mentioned as they went back inside the front office of the warehouse.
"I went easy on myself, tbh," Jeanie said, shrugging. "Besides, the charges against him are still a mile long. He's gonna spend the next few years as some fat, greasy tattooed bastard's buttery cornhole, so maybe that's punishment enough, right? Maybe get all that incel angst out of his system."
"I'm so sorry all this happened," Brenda said guiltily, walking alongside them. "I kinda feel responsible."
"You should not, my dear," Freja said, reaching out and giving her bicep a gentle squeeze. "You did not know he was such a person, after all. And he lured us here, like he had figured out we would be unable to resist the temptation to come and claim our prize."
"I hate it when guys know me that well," Jeanie grumbled.
"Maybe, but it still happened on my watch, and I feel responsible," Brenda pointed out. "I'll need to make it up to you. At the very least, your cab home is on me."
"I have already been on you, and I think a cab on you would be less fun," Freja quipped, winking at Brenda and making Jeanie giggle. "If you feel some need to make it up to us, just come and make love with us whenever you feel you can. I think we would all find this acceptable, *ja*?"
"Definitely," Brenda agreed.
"*Ja*," chimed in Jeanie.
Freja laughed and pulled the other two women in close to share a sensual, wet three-way kiss.
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"Well, guys and girls, I hope you enjoyed this show," Jeanie said, lying on her stomach on the bed, her knees cocked and her legs kicking back and forth slowly behind her. Freja was nestled against her, lying in the same manner. They both looked sweaty and dishevelled from heavy sex. "And I mean that- I hope you enjoyed it, because we kinda have an announcement to make ..."
She paused and looked at her wife, who nodded and began speaking. "While we love performing for you all, and appreciate your donations, our lives have recently come under direct threat, when a crazed fan found us, and tried to assault my wife before attacking me. Do not worry, we are both fine, tee-why-vee-emm, but we have reached the conclusion that this is not the line of work for us to be in right now."
Jeanie nodded and continued. "So we'll be closing our account as of tomorrow, and this right here was our final show. Maybe one day we'll be back, who knows, but for now, we're just gonna have to do something else. We're sad, but it's what's best for us, y'know?"
They watched the laptop screen as messages began pouring in, protesting the decision, but also showing support. The token donation counter was ringing like an old-timey alarm clock, and their wishlist was absolutely ablaze with purchases. They both smiled, and Jeanie wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.
"Guys, thanks, we really, *really* appreciate it," the brunette said, controlling her voice, which she was afraid would crack. "And like I said, who knows what the future holds? For now, just wish us luck, and we wish the same back to you. We love you all, guys!"
They both blew a final kiss to the camera, then both reached a forward and pressed the button together to end the live feed. Once the screen hard gone black, Jeanie groaned and pushed her face into the bed.
"Gnnn, that was so hard, Fre," she mumbled into the silken sheets. "All that money we were making."
"I know, *yndling*," Freja cooed, stroking her wife's hair. "But I will say this ... I have grown up without money; I have in fact been poor. And while it is convenient to have, I know rich people who are miserable, and I have known impoverished people who were happy. And those people were happy because they had someone who loved them and who they were in love with."
Jeanie looked up at her wife, and her deep brown eyes were sparkling. "Yeah?" she asked dreamily.
"*Ja*, and I could be utterly penniless and hungry, my love, but as long as you loved me, I would count myself richer than any king or queen in this world. Never doubt it, Jeanette LeTourneau. You are all the wealth I will ever need."
"God, I love it when you talk capitalism," Jeanie purred as she pulled Freja into a deep kiss.
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They'd decorated for Christmas, which was quite a logistical feat, since the house was normally an homage to sensual depravity and erotic excess. Greys and lavenders had been replaced or muted by green, gold and red. Festive music danced on the air while the two girls laughed and danced gaily, wearing sexy little elf costumes that left little to the imagination.
"God, I can't wait for Christmas break to get here," Jeanie declared, drinking her eggnog and sauntering around their living room. "And it'll be so nice to see your parents again! I'm so glad they want us to visit."
"They were thrilled by my suggestion, because they like you very much," Freja replied, leaning on the mantle and watching her wife bump and grind past, enjoying herself. "Very, very much."
"As much as they liked Alexa?" Jeanie asked. It wasn't a test, just a question. She was genuinely curious.
"They love her greatly, of course, and she is part of my family," Freja said, shrugging. "But they all knew she was not the one for me, possibly even before I did. You, my love, you have their dedication and love every bit as much as she did, and there is plenty of time in our lives for 'as much' to become 'more.'"
"I'm glad, y'know?" Jeanie said cheerfully. "I love feeling like I belong to someone, to something. Finally. I'm done being an outsider, always the one just used or passed over. And if all I have to do is be in love with you and try to make you the happiest woman alive, well, challenge accepted!"
"I am thinking you will enjoy several of our Christmas traditions in Roskilde," the Dane mused, taking another sip of her nog. "They are so different from here, I am sure."
"Will they like the presents I have planned for the fam?" Jeanie queried. She was always worried about getting the right things for people, and she insisted that Freja not help her too much.
"They will love them, I assure you," Freja replied, nodding. "And we will have a great time, I am sure. But that does leave me wondering, my love."
"What about?" Jeanie asked, still twirling around the room to 'Jingle Bell Rock.'
"When we come home, not only will we be back to our courses, but we also have the additional problem, once again, of needing to make money. The money from our too-brief camgirl job was nice, but now we must think of the future beyond New Year's Day."
"No problem, Fre," Jeanie declared, striking a pose. "I have our solution!"
Freja tilted her head, curious. Jeanie's ideas tended to be even more deranged than her own. And that took some doing, admittedly.
She watched as Jeanie scurried into the bedroom, gone for nearly a minute. When she came back out, she was holding a small pink compact case, and some papers. She held them up for display, clearly excited. "Ta-daaaaaaaa!"
Freja took the papers and examined them, reading briefly. She then took the compact case and examined it.
"The kinetic makeup kit ..." she mused, smiling. "I remember when Professor Hulk showed it to us and allowed us to keep the design and patent it. It is ours now, yes. Do you really think it can be worth money? I considered it more of a curio, tee-bee-aytch."
"There's huge markets for it, Fre," Jeanie insisted excitedly. "We know how amazeballs Lexi would look under her stage lights when she's playing with the Replicants, right?"
Freja nodded. "You think the market here in Toronto is big enough to sustain us?"
"Possibly, but think bigger."
The Danish girl considered. "Southern Ontario generally? Toronto and Montreal?"
"Even bigger, Fre," Jeanie iterated. "Way bigger."
Freja was silent for a few seconds before her eyes widened and she looked at Jeanie in wonder. "You mean ... New York or Los Angeles?"
"Yes!" squeaked the brunette, bouncing up and down so her tits jiggled. "Think of all the bands we could sell to! The makeup companies! The movie industry could use it! If we do this right, we could make so much money that even the Blackwells would be jealous!"
Freja seemed a little dazed at the notion. "Such a large purchasing base ..."
"And all we need, Fre, is the acorns to reach for the brass ring! We can't think small potatoes here. If we start small, someone'll eventually just find a way to buy it out from under us, leaving us a fraction of what we could be making. No, I wanna make more money with this idea than my parents could ever dream of."
Still lost in thought, Freja was silent for several seconds before turning to look into her wife's eyes. "You are sure this is what you want, my love? This marketing, it will be much work, and there are so many things to consider."
Jeanie nodded. "I'm really sure, Fre. We put the patent in a drawer and let it just be, until we forgot about it. I think we both knew what a challenge it would be, how it would cramp our lifestyle, and very likely interfere with school. But people aren't just handed breaks like this, y'know? This fell right in our laps, and this is our big shot. I'm game, but not without you. If you're not in, I'll put it back in the drawer without another thought. Whaddya say?"
Freja closed her eyes and bit her lip, lost in thought. When she opened them, she was smiling, and took her wife's hands. "I say we go for it!"
"YES!" Jeanie squealed in delight, pulling Freja into a crushing hug and almost smothering her with her breasts. "This'll be awesome! Watch out, world, the LeTourneau-Kjaers are going to LA!"
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**Author's Notes:** Welcome, one and all, to my newest venture into the Alexaverse, my series called 'Freja & Jeanie.' It runs alongside my 'Mike & Karen' story arc, which is the central theme of this entire saga, of you will. The stories are concurrent, and sometimes spill into one another, telling the same narrative from a different viewpoint when necessary.
A lot of people have expressed their favour for this pair, because they're wacky and lighthearted, sort of my comic relief for the universe. Jeanie, the ever-lovable airhead slut with a heart of gold, and Freja, the crazed genius who borders on total amorality when her impulses get the better of her. They make a very dynamic and enjoyable married couple to write about, and they provide me with opportunities to explore comical plots that aren't always possible in the main storyline, because of the drama surrounding Alex and Alexa's illicit relationship.
Yes, I pick on incels, and that will never change, same as I will always pick on and abuse Nazis and the alt-right. I will never feel bad about this. If me picking on incels bothers you, well, there's the door, Betamax. You know what to do.
The adventures in this arc will be downright zany, because I need that release for my characters. It also will be much less frequently published, because it's not central to my universe's plot, just loads of fun. I have two more chapters scripted out already, and they take place over the course of a calendar year in-universe, so just keep your eye open for them here in the Romance section.
Why Romance, if the story is chock-full of such wacky fun and comedy? Why not Humor/Satire? Because at its core, this is still a romance, a story about two girls who are very, very much in love, and will do anything for one another. The humour, while a major component of these stories, is still incidental, and therefore I believe it belongs here instead of in Humor/Satire.
So here we are, chapter one complete, and the girls are on their way to sells their wares (no, not those, you perv) in LA when they get back from Denmark. I hope you enjoyed it, and the girls do too.
Keep your stick on the ice!
Management | literotica |
Title: Friendly Gathering Ch. 02
Tags: black woman, bi-females, black male
(Part 1 - alternate ending)
René and I were less than halfway home, when René said, "Do you think they were ready for everyone to leave?"
I looked at her, she looked back at me, then I turned the car around. Though their living room light was still on, we sat in the car for a minute. Fifteen minutes had passed since we left.
"We'll just play it cool," René said.
"I am curious about how they felt about what happened, and having it happen in their house."
"Me too," René nodded, then waited for my lead in getting out of the car. We slightly heard some moving around as I knocked. A minute later, Mark peeked out the window to see who was there, then another minute passed. We were starting to feel we had made a mistake in returning when Mark opened the door and stood back for us to come in. He was still in just his boxers. "We just wanted to make sure you guys were cool with tonight," I said noticing Rochelle in just her panties, leaning in a doorway to the kitchen.
"Were you?" Mark closed the door with a grin.
"With each step we took further, I couldn't believe what we were doing," René laughed, "and that everybody was so cool about it."
"By the way," I had to ask, "we didn't interrupt, did we?"
Carla came from behind Rochelle with a digital camera, still naked, "Actually, you can help us out."
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(Part 2)
"Help you out how?" I raised an eyebrow. I really didn't care if Carla answered the question or not, as long as she kept standing there. A smile slid across my face, looking at her 38D breasts stood firm. Her slim, hourglass figure was stirring another erection. Given the events to this point, there was no need to hide it.
Mark left the door, and walked over to the couch, "Have you guys ever taken pictures of each other?"
"Freaky pictures?" René asked.
"Not necessarily freaky, but at least nude," Rochelle took Mark's arms and sat on the couch.
I saw René blush before I answered, "We snap a few pictures."
"What did you do with them?" Carla sat on the ottoman she had been sitting on before, with a big smile.
I shrugged my shoulders, "We saved them."
"Y'all sit down," Rochelle urged. "Do you want some more to drink?"
"Rum and Coke, please," René sat on the loveseat.
I sat beside her, "I'm fine right now."
Rochelle went to the kitchen. A gorgeous ass capped off the toned legs Mark showed off to the group. Her cheeks were almost perfectly round, and they swayed with each step.
Mark clinked the ice cubes in his glass after taking a drink, "I found a website a while ago. It's for amateurs to post nude pictures of themselves. Rochelle and I looked at it for a while, then we got into posting. It's been a lot of fun."
"I had been posting on the site for a while," Carla smiled as she crossed her legs. "Rochelle and I had been working out together, and she was looking at me strange one time when we got out of the shower. She didn't want to say what was up, but I keep pressuring her. Finally she said that someone that looks like me was posting pictures on a site Mark found. I was scared to death," she laughed. "I never posted my face, and I never thought one of my friends would find out about the site."
Rochelle came back and handed René her drink, "I got scared too, because if it wasn't her I had some serious explaining to do."
"Truth be told," Mark joined in, "Rochelle and I had some nice moments in front of the computer with her pictures on the screen."
Rochelle nudged his side, "But I didn't want to come out and tell her that!"
"We dance and skirt our way to admitting that we both had posted on the site, and then have a good laugh about it."
"Since then we had been talking about either doing pictures together, or having Mark take pictures of her."
Carla said, "I was always using my camera phone, or the self-timer."
"After everything that went down tonight," Mark said, "we said why not go for it now?"
Rochelle smiled, "Part of me was hoping you would come back, René, since you started the whole thing."
"Don't put it on me!" René swallowed a sip.
"You flashed the men in the kitchen!"
"Yeah, but I'm still not taking responsibility for what happened," René laughed. "Lately I've flashed Deron while in public, but I never thought I'd do it around people I know."
"It was so organic, y'know?" Carla smiled, "It was like everyone was looking for something like this to happen, and hopped on once it started rolling."
"It was wild," I shook my head. "Definitely fun."
"Then every body left so quick. Think we've damaged the group?" Mark asked.
"I don't think so – they came back for more?" Rochelle smiled, as Mark puts his arm around her and enveloped her left breast in his hand.
"When folks started leaving, I thought you had a sad look on your face for a second," said Mark.
"I did, but I didn't expect anyone to come back," Rochelle said with a bit of a drawl as Mark's fingers were having an affect on her. "You must have been kind of sad about the evening coming to an end too."
René and I were both hesitant to spill our business, but we did come back for a reason. René spoke up just before I did, "We've been exploring little by little. Deron had asked me to dress sexier and sexier the last few times we've gone out, and I've enjoyed the attention I've gotten. Rochelle, you know I've never been one for tight or revealing clothes."
"No, you haven't."
"But it's been fun, and I feel safe doing it with Deron around."
I laughed, "And she loves how it turns me on."
"We've had some fantastic nights after we've gotten back home."
Rochelle grinned, "You enjoy putting your wife out there as a hoochie that much?"
"You made him blush!" Carla laughed.
"Not as a hoochie! just a little more risqué than usual," I explained.
"Relax, my husband gets off on a lot worse," she kissed his lips
"Yeah, let's flip this around to what we walked in on."
"I was about to take some pictures of Rochelle and Mark together, and then get a few taken of my own."
"Wait; first things first," Mark waved his hand. "If you are going to stay, you are awfully overdressed."
"Are we going to stay, baby?" René looked at me.
I shrugged, "Why turn back now?"
René grinned, and slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. I unbuttoned my shirt, and unfastened my pants. René stood up and lifted her dress over her head. She sat back down in just her panties.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mark shook his head.
"I agree," Carla smiled.
"Hurry it up over there," Rochelle chided me.
I laughed, kicking off my shoes and standing up. "So impatient," I slid my pants down, and gave her a peek at my half-hard dick.
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about," she curled her body to Mark's.
Mark smiled, "We can take some of you two too."
"Sounds good to me," I looked at René.
"Me too," she smiled.
Carla got up, "We were going to take them in the dining room."
Rochelle and Mark got up after her, and we followed them. There was a bowl of vanilla pudding, and a bottle of chocolate syrup on the dining room table. There were also a few hand towels on the table. I pulled a chair away from the table and sat down.
"My idea was to have Mark eat pudding off Rochelle's body," Carla smiled. "I thought that would be hot."
"That is hot," René sat on my lap.
Mark helped Rochelle lay back on the table. "Are you ready?" he asked getting the bowl of pudding.
"That stuff is still warm, right?"
Mark poured the pudding from the bowl onto her breasts. He set the bowl aside, and began licking it off. Carla moved in for closer shots. René and I could hear the sounds of Mark eating the pudding off Rochelle, and soon we could hear Rochelle moaning. René's hand began moving over my back.
"Lean back just a little, so I can get a good shot of her nipple," Carla instructed, then kept snapping pictures of Mark's tongue slowly circling her nipples.
From where René and I were sitting, we could see Rochelle's legs opening wider as she moaned the more Mark licked off the pudding. Carla told him to switch sides.
"Are you doing all right?" René asked.
Rochelle laughed, "Girl, I am so good."
Mark squeezed the syrup in a spiral onto Rochelle's breast. He set the bottle down, and pinches her other nipple as he starts licking. The sensations made Rochelle shudder, then open her legs wider.
I looked at René's face, and she was paying real close attention to what was going on. I noticed her areolas had drawn up, and her nipples were hard. I rub my palm over her nipples, and she digs her nails into my back a little. I lick the nipple closest to my mouth. She moaned, and turned a little so I could suck it.
"What are you to doing over there?" Carla looked away from the camera for a second.
"This is so hot," René sighed, not really answering her question.
Carla went back to giving periodic instructions to Mark, and snapping pictures. With René's nipple in my mouth, I could still hear and see what was happening on the table. Mark had licked about half of his spiral off. Rochelle's body was responding to Mark's tongue and fingers, and she put her hands on her thighs.
"Look how wet she is," René whispered to me.
Rochelle's pussy was clearly glistening, and her clit was starting to poke from under her hood. I moved my hand from René's breast, and rub her leg.
Carla moved around to get pictures, and saw Rochelle's fingers moving closer to her pussy. "Go ahead girl, touch it," she softly directed.
Mark looked up to see what Carla was talking about. We all saw two of her fingers start making slow circles on her clit.
Carla snaped away, "These pictures are going to be great, aren't they?"
"You're really going to post these?"
Mark smiled, "We may save some for our private collection." He lowers his head back to her nipple, and Rochelle let out a loud moan.
"We should have a video camera for this!" Carla said, standing on a chair for an aerial angle.
I moved my hand up René's leg, and she parted them so I could reach her pussy. I felt her wetness through her panties, and looked at her. She cracked a smile, and laid a deep kiss on me. I rubbed up and down along her lips, and went back to sucking her nipple.
Rochelle was using both hands on herself now. With one hand she was holding her hood back, and with the other she was increasing the speed of the delicate circles on her clit. Her moans were getting louder and louder. Carla put the camera down, and leaned over the table between Rochelle's legs. She moved Rochelle's hands from her thighs, and lowered her head to her pussy. Rochelle's body immediately drew up. She bent her knees to put her feet on the table as Carla's head moved slightly. We couldn't see what Carla was doing, but Rochelle's reaction to it was getting stronger and stronger. Mark's attention to her nipples and Carla's attention to her pussy pushed Rochelle into a loud orgasm. Carla stood up and wiped her mouth on a towel, "Okay, lets get some shots of her sucking your dick."
René and I were in a small state of shock. For them it seemed normal, but we'd never seen – or thought we'd see – a woman licking another woman like that.
Mark cleaned all the syrup off her breast, and stood up. His boxers were tented, and there was a wet spot where the tip of his dick was. He pulled down his waistband, and Rochelle turned her head to kiss his tip. He took a step back to pull his boxers off, then laid back on the table.
I actually felt René get wetter. While still watching the table, she began rubbing her other nipple.
Rochelle gripped the base of Mark's dick, then held the bottle up high to pour a stream of chocolate over it. She kept pouring as she moved her hand up and down a few times, then put the bottle aside. Her hand and his dick were covered in syrup. She leaned over and began tasting it. Every time Rochelle's lips touched Mark's tip, he shuddered a little.
"Oh shit," Carla said as she shifted positions to take the picture. Then she grabbed one of the hand towels, and dabbed it between her legs. "You two got me leaking like crazy!"
"There's a flood over here!" I rubbed René's pussy faster.
"We're a hit, baby!" Mark smiled at Rochelle.
She responded by washing her tongue over his chocolate-coated nuts, and sliding her fingers inside her pussy. She ran her lips and tongue along the bottom of his dick. Carla snaped pictures of Rochelle as she shook and jerked, but never took her hands off her pussy. When her body calmed down, she let out a laugh.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Mark clapped. "I love seeing that shit!"
"I don't believe I just did that in front of an audience. I guess I'm officially a freak now," she laughed harder.
"Welcome to the dark side," Carla laughed, "Make yourself at home!"
Rochelle turned her head back to Mark's dick. "Let me take care of this wonderful piece of mahogany while I still have some strength." She kissed the tip a few times, then shifted to take him in her mouth. Mark put his hands on the table to brace himself, and fucked Rochelle's lips. He smoothly moveed his dick in and out of her mouth. With each thrust it came out wetter and wetter.
"Suck that dick, girl!" René cheered her on.
Carla snapped a few pictures, then told Mark to grab her hair. "Now take your dick and tap it on her lips," she said snapping a few more
Mark grabbed his dick close to his nuts, and hit Rochelle's lips with his shaft. She pouted her lips to exaggerate the act, and Carla had to stop to dab herself again. "We're going to need to wrap this up soon."
"As good as her mouth was feeling, that won't be a problem," Mark turned Rochelle's head, and pushed his dick back into her mouth. He began moving his hips again, but this time Rochelle moved her head to meet his strokes. She also started rubbing her clit again. Mark put his knee on the table, and leaned over Rochelle a little to give her an easier angle to suck his dick.
"Damn, why can't we have a video camera for this?" Carla snapped more pictures.
Mark's groans, and Rochelle's moans grew louder, until Mark stiffened. His body jerked, then shook, then jerked again. Rochelle squeezed her legs together as she had another orgasm.
René grabbed my head, and drove her tongue into my mouth.
"Put some on her lips," I heard Carla instruct. "Oh yeah, that's hot!"
René turned her body to me more, and our kiss grew deeper. I guided her to shift so that she was straddling my lap, then I grabbed two handfuls of her ass.
She broke the kiss and moaned in my ear, "I need you to fuck me, right now!"
"I'm going to fuck you hard."
"You'd' better!" she got off my lap, and whipped off her panties. Behind her I could see Rochelle and Mark watching, and Carla snapping pictures. René either didn't know, or didn't care, as she pulled my boxer briefs down to my ankles. I kicked them off as she got in position to sit on my dick.
"Wait a second," Carla rushed to the side of us to get pictures of her hovering pussy.
I grabbed my dick, and tapped her clit, "You like that don't you?"
René flinched with each tap, "You'd better stop messing with me," she moaned.
I slapped her cheek, "Why?"
"Deron!"
"Why should I stop?" I slapped her other cheek.
Carla moved from beside us to kneel behind René, "Let him have it, girl?"
René snatched my hand off my dick, and slid down to my nuts, "Yessss!"
I never get tired of how her pussy felt when I first penetrate it. It was like a whole new world opening up to me – a soft, wet, warm world. She was so wet, I heard the squish of her juices as she grinded on me. I thought she might bounce up and down a few times, but she put her head to my shoulder and grinded harder.
"Fuck that dick!" Rochelle told her.
I slapped her cheeks and taunted her, "Yeah, fuck this dick! Fuck it hard, René! C'mon, fuck it hard!"
Each slap spurred her on. Soon she was going so hard, the chair started creaking. "I told you to stop fucking with me," she panted. "I . . . told you . . . to . . . stop," she came, hard. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was biting her lip trying not to scream. Carla was over my shoulder capturing it all.
René released her lip and opened her eyes, "Damn," she panted.
"Girl, you put it on him!"
"I never thought I would do that in front of other people," René wiped her forehead.
"Amazing, ain't it?"
As René and Rochelle traded nods, I felt her cum working its way down my nuts and told Carla to get some pictures of that. When she got in position, I spread René's cheeks. Carla asked her to rise up a little, and snaps a few more. René started to get off me, but I pulled her back down, "Where you think you're going?"
She groaned, "Nowhere."
"That's right," I helped her rise a little, and pumped into her.
"Mark, we need to change cards," Carla got up to hand the camera to him.
Mark left the room with the camera, and Carla sat beside Rochelle. They were watching us intently, and talking to each other.
"Damn, I love your nipples," I said before taking one in my mouth. I heard René moan, and felt her hand on the back of my head. René and I were short-stroking, just to keep the fire going until we were ready for it to blaze again. I alternated between the two about four times, and was going back to her left one for the fifth time when I felt fingers blocking that nipple. I opened my eyes, and the fingers weren't René's. I recognized the burgundy nail polish from Carla's hands, and leaned back.
René looked like she was in complete shock, but we didn't stop stroking. I had to concentrate on not blowing my load at the sight of Carla's hand on René's titties.
"You don't mind, do you?" Carla asked us. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Hell naw, I don't mind!" I damn near drool.
Carla steps closer, so René's back slides up and down across her nipples. "Do you mind, René?" she slowly cups her right titty.
René's shocked expression morphs into pleasure. She turns her head, "I don't mind."
Carla caresses René's titties while looking right at me. "Your wife is beautiful. Honestly, I wanted to rub her girlfriends all night."
"I can't get enough of them either," I clasped my hands on my head to enjoy the show. Carla was three shades lighter than my wife's brown complexion. The contrast alone was intoxicating, and the circumstance only added more excitement to it.
"What th' hell?" Mark's mouth drops open when he came back.
"Shut up, and take the pictures," Rochelle slaps at him.
Mark went around the chair, getting us from all angles. I asked him to make sure he got a close-up of Carla's handfuls, and he told me not to worry.
Carla turns up the heat on René by licking her back and nibbling her shoulder. When her lips touch René's neck and ears, René increases the speed on my dick as she hisses and groans.
"Have mercy on her, Carla!" Rochelle laughed.
René's head was to the side, and her eyes shut, so I told her to look at me. She lifts her head, but her eyes were still closed. "Look at me!" She opens her eyes, and I saw a wonderful look of lust. I gave her a sudden pump, and she let out a scream. Carla intensifies her attention to René's titties and neck. When I pump her again she covers Carla's hands with hers, but does not take her eyes off me.
"Oh shit," Mark stood over my shoulders and snap pictures. "Baby, you've got to see this!"
"Uh, I'm a little busy over here," Rochelle answer.
"Busy with what?" Mark looked over from the camera.
"Busy with me! You just take their pictures, and I'll see them later."
I wanted to laugh at that exchange, but I had other issues to handle. "I'm about to fill you up, baby. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," she urgently nodded her head.
I truly couldn't hold back any longer, and announce my release with a primal groan. René had me as far in her as I could go when she stopped moving.
"Is he filling you up?" Carla licked her ear.
"Uh huh," René came too.
"Think you can hold it all?" Carla squeezed her titties harder. "Huh?"
René shook her head, as a second and then third wave pounded her body, which forced her to close her eyes again.
As I calmed down, I heard Rochelle scream out. I looked over and saw Rochelle with one leg on the table. I couldn't see under the table, but her titties shook like Jell-O.
René's orgasm subsided, and she fell forward out of Carla's hands and onto my chest. I wraped my arms around her, and she lifted her arms around my neck. "I love you, baby."
She lifted her head, and kissed me deeply. "I love you too."
Mark set the camera down, and went over to Rochelle, "You know I want to suck on your fingers now, right?"
"And you know I have no problem with that," she offered them to him as he knelt by the chair.
Carla grabbed the camera, and took pictures of René's pussy on my dick. I felt my erection slipping out of her, and Carla keeps snapping.
René felt it too. "Can you get us a towel, and set it on the floor?"
I heard Carla move, and then start snapping again. Moments later, I slid out and there was a cascade of our cum that rushed out.
"Too fuckin' much!" Carla snapped more pictures.
"You know we probably won't be able to post half of these," Mark laughed.
"Well, it'll be one helluva private collection!" I swat René's ass.
She pointed her finger at me, "I told you to stop that!"
"Who needs a drink before we move on to Carla's photos?"
We all needed something. René kissed me again, then moved off me. She grabbed the towel from the floor to catch any remnants. She tossed me one to use on my nuts and dick; René had left me very juicy.
We all stood in the kitchen, no longer self-conscious about our bodies, and drank. I commented that we were back at the scene of the crime, and we all laughed. This night had taken us to wonderful, and scary places. But it isn't quite over.
"What did you want to do for your pics," Mark asked Carla.
She shrugged, "Me in the bathtub, or shower maybe."
"I had an idea," Rochelle spoke up, "but René will need to be cool with it too."
"Oh, just put me on the spot like that? Thanks," she laughed. "After all this, you gonna set me up to be the wet blanket."
"Would you be cool with Deron touching her?"
René grinned, "Maybe."
"We have this video where two guys are undressing and fondling a woman on a couch."
"Y'all have adult videos?" I held my heart in mock shock.
"They're hers," Mark pointed to Rochelle. "I found them in her shoeboxes."
"Shut up," she laughed. "They go on to fuck her, of course, but I was thinking we can recreate that opening part for Carla."
"That sounds kinda hot," René smiled, then she whispered in Rochelle's ear.
"We can do that," she nodded. "Y'all go in the living room, I'll be right in," Rochelle trotted upstairs.
"What's she going to get?" Carla and Mark asked.
"Y'all just go have a seat," René grabbed Carla's arm as she went past.
"Would you be okay if Mark and Deron both had a little fun with you?"
I slowed down so I could hear more.
"What kind of fun?"
"You know every man in here wanted to get his hands on you, and we know it to. So for your pictures, we're going to make t hat happen. Is that all right?"
Carla lowered her voice, "Are you sure you're okay with that?"
"If I wasn't okay with it, I would not have brought it up."
"Let's get this party started," Rochelle bounced back downstairs, with a wifebeater and a spray bottle in her hand. "Y'all sit over on the couch," she directed Mark and I.
"Put your panties back on with this," Rochelle handed the wifebeater to her, and went to the kitchen, "then sit in between them."
Mark and I quickly made room for Carla.
René asked, "How obedient can you two be?"
Our eyes were locked on Carla's titties, as they swayed while she pulled her panties up.
René snapped her fingers to get our attention, "Do we need to shut this down before we start?"
"Huh?"
"I asked how obedient can you two be?"
"What you mean?"
"Can you do what we say – nothing more, nothing less?"
Carla pulled the wifebeater down, and our attention went to what René was asking.
"Yeah."
Rochelle came back into the living room, with the spray bottle full of water. Carla nervously sat between us. Rochelle gave the bottle to René, and got situated with the camera directly in front of us. Rochelle looked through the camera, then asked Carla to sit on a couple of pillows so she would be a little higher than she was now. We helped Carla get, and sit on some pillows – which put her breasts almost at our shoulders.
"Perfect," Rochelle starts taking pictures. "Relax, so you at least look like you are enjoying yourself."
"Remember, we're not going to have them do anything we aren't cool with."
"I just haven't been with two guys before," Carla grinned.
"Ever fantasize about it?" René asked.
Mark and I gave each other a quick look that spoke volumes to each other – we couldn't believe our luck, we wondered how far our wives would let us go, and we warn each other not to fuck the moment up.
"Well, yeah."
"Touch her breasts, guys," Rochelle directs.
"What did you imagine would happen?" René asked.
I cup and squeeze her whole right breast, while Mark makes circles on her left nipple.
Carla took a deep breath, and shook her head.
"Nothing we've said or do is leaving this room; trust that."
She took another deep breath, which pushes her breasts into our hands more, and closes her eyes.
"It would happen at my job, in my boss' office."
"Put your arms around them," Rochelle keeps snapping.
"You're in your bosses office, go on."
Carla raises her arms, and puts them on the top of the cushions, "There would be a major deal he was close to closing, but there would be language in the contract he didn't want the other party to notice."
"So how would you come into play?"
"I'm the distraction," Carla sighs.
René motioned for us to move our hands so she could spray the wifebeater. She doesn't stop until her nipples were visible through the material. As if her nipples aren't already hard enough, they draw up and poke out even more. Carla clutches the cushions as Mark and I go back to playing with her titties.
"Put your legs over top of theirs."
Carla lifts her left leg over Mark's legs, and then her right over mine.
"Great! Go ahead and rub her legs too, guys."
Mark keeps teasing her nipples, and I let my hand trail down to her mid-thigh. She trembled a little as I gave her a gentle squeeze. I moved my hand back and forth, inching closer to her panty-covered pussy each time. Carla closed her eyes again, and bit her lip.
"So, how are you the distraction?"
"I, uh," she started moving her body to our manipulations, "he asked me to come in and take notes on their final conversations. I come in the room in a black, sheer blouse, unbuttoned low enough to display my cleavage."
"Okay, rip the shirt open," Rochelle said. "I've already cut a slit at the top. Carla, you look down at what they are doing."
I pulled my side, and Mark pulled his. The shirt ripped open like it was on a jagged zipper.
"That's hot!" Rochelle looked away from the camera for a second.
René came and sprayed Carla's chest a few more times, then gave me a kiss before stepping back.
I went back to rubbing her thigh, and took a chance on leaning over to suck her wet nipple. Carla moaned as her body trembled a little harder than the last time.
Rochelle moved to get a better angle of my lips on Carla's nipple, "Oh yeah."
Hearing no protests, I backed off a little to run the tip of my tongue around her areola; it drew up so tight, it was bumpy.
"Bite it," Carla whispered. "Bite it."
I got her nipple between my teeth, and applied pressure.
"Mmm, bite it," she whispered louder.
I applied more pressure than I am comfortable with, and Carla cried out.
"Yessss!"
René told me to move my hand from her knee to her pussy. It was like René had sprayed her down there too. I could feel Carla's wetness through her panties and her hair. I pushed my finger under her to rub across her clit. She began moaning and pushing her pussy into my hand.
"Mark, pulled her panty to the side."
I felt Mark's hand reaching for the band, then pulling it aside. I took my mouth off her nipple to look at René as I touched Carla's pussy. René was leaning back in a chair, with her leg up on the arm. She was gently petting her pussy while keeping her eyes on me. I blew her a kiss, and she smiled. I took that as my cue to part Carla's hairy lips to get to her clit. It was protruding, and she shuddered at the first touch.
"What happens next, Carla?" René asked.
She's too lost in the moment to answer right away.
"Make her cum, baby, so she can answer me," René laughed.
Mark leaned in to bite her left nipple. I bit her right one as I rubbed her clit. I built up in intensity until she popped.
"Oh shit," she screamed as her orgasm made her body shake and jump.
"Lean back, guys!" Rochelle snapped pictures. "Damn, why isn't' this a video camera?"
I kept my hand on her pussy, and my finger on her clit. Carla's orgasm hit a peak, then she slumped back. I smeared her cum on her nipples for Mark and I to lick off.
"Thank you guys," Carla smiled when she could talk normal again.
"Thank you," Mark sat back from her nipple.
Carla brought her arms off the cushion, and I leaned back too.
Rochelle stood up, "I can't wait to see these!"
"I can't wait to hear how her fantasy ended," René kept petting herself.
Carla rubbed our dicks, "The client is too distracted by my titties to pay attention to the contract. As I'm taking notes, I moved around so that my nipple falls out."
"Y'all give her what she's reaching for," Rochelle directed.
I pulled off my boxer briefs, and Carla fished Mark's dick out of his boxers. She stroked them both as she finished her story, "My boss says he can throw my blouse in the deal if the client signs right now. The client scribbles his name, and my blouse comes off. They drink champagne off my nipples to celebrate, and then fuck me for the next hour or so."
Rochelle started taking pictures, and René started moaning.
Carla squeezed and pumped our dicks as she talked, "They lick me, and spank me, and I lose count of how many times they make me cum. It ends with me riding the client on the couch, and my boss comes over and buries his dick in my ass."
I shot a short stream in the air, then the rest of my cum oozed out over Carla's fist. She pumped harder, until I was dry – which was when Mark explodes. I opened my eyes just in time to see René squeeze her legs around her hand and tremble through an orgasm.
Rochelle snaped a few more pictures, then puted the camera down. She licked Marks cum off Carla's knuckles, then sucked his dick.
Carla let go of me, got off the couch, and knelt behind Rochelle to rub her clit, "Make him cum again, girl!"
Rochelle spread her knees, and sloppily sucked Mark's dick.
My eyes bugged at the scene. "René, I need you to get over here," I got up. She came to me; I turned her around to face the action, and I pushed her down to her knees. I got on my knees, and drove my dick into her from behind.
"Oooooooooooh shit!" René moaned as I hit her bottom – literally and figuratively.
There was a mixture of moans, screams, slaps, and names being called as we gave into the debauchery of the moment. Rochelle took her mouth off Mark's dick to scream at the fury with which Carla was rubbing her clit. She kept her fist around his dick, and pumped it hard as she had an orgasm. Mark gave up any cum he had left, and pulled her hand off him. They all turned their attention to us for the few minutes it took for me to plant whatever seed I had left in René's orgasmic pussy. I slumped over on her back until I caught my breath.
Slowly we all began to move and separate ourselves, each of us checking with one another to make sure everyone was all right.
"I don't know about y'all," Mark stretched, "but I'm hungry as a mutha fuck!" | literotica |
Everything was ready. Her dream journal by her side and the confirmation symbol drawn into the palm of her hand, Ruth had prepared everything so that the odds of her finally breaking into the lucrative market of lucid dreaming were maximized. Soon enough she’d be using the power of her mind to achieve her own creative apotheosis; no more need for expensive workshops or spending hours trying to come up with ideas, she would “merely” harness the very power of her subconscious in order to create entire worlds for her to shape and mold at her leisure! For several months at that point, the young woman had been writing on her dream journal religiously, every day adding something new, even if it was seemingly minor or inconsequential. Over time, she began identifying patterns when reading back what happened during her nights, elements that cropped up enough times to be considered frequent, even concepts that guided her dreams towards particular endpoints. Had she not bothered to keep a detailed record of all of them, they’d just be disparate bullet points that would never truly make sense, but written down as they were, they made up a complex network of connections that allowed Ruth to truly understand how her dreamscape operated. And understanding was the first step towards controlling. Everything was in place. She knew all the tricks, remembered all the telltale signs that she was dreaming, even made sure to repeat the sentence “I will have a lucid dream” over and over as her eyes closed and her mind drifted off. Her conviction, she hoped, would be enough to break the barriers of probability and shunt her into the state she so desired… though this did make falling asleep surprisingly difficult. An hour passed, and nothing happened; Ruth was still on her bed, still snuggled up in her blankets, but nothing was going on. In that moment, she thought that maybe she’d been a bit too excited about the prospect of achieving her goal, and that it might’ve actually affected her ability to even rest properly. This was fine, not like it was the first time they’d had issues falling asleep because they were buzzing too hard, just meant she had to take a few more deep breaths and consciously try to calm herself down. She still kept the elements in her head, as well as the command on the tip of her tongue, but allowed her previously-tense muscles to relax and parts of her focused mind to wander just enough for her consciousness to melt into the sheets around her, allowing her to drift off into a peaceful, slumbering state. For about five minutes. Then she woke up. Or did she?
This was always the problem with Ruth; eager as she was to control her dreams by any means possible, it was difficult for her to tell if anything after they closed their eyes happened to be reality or a figment of her imagination. The very few times she had achieved a state of lucidity without coming back into the waking world had been brief periods lasting nothing more than a handful of seconds, usually broken right after realizing it was a dream to begin with; still, the whole point of the long-term exercise was to ensure that she’d be able to take advantage of those few opportunities whenever possible, even when they were quite likely nothing more than her being actually awake. First things first: confirmation. The easiest way to check if she was sleeping was to see if she could still breathe even after closing her nostrils with her hand. Just the fact that Ruth was aware of this made her wary enough to not want to go ahead and try, lest she be disappointed by the lack of any dreamscape around her, but after so many missed opportunities beforehand, the young woman wasn’t about to throw any more into the gutter. She brought her hand to her face, plugging her nose and then taking a deep breath. Nothing. She was awake. Ruth sighed, turning around in bed and forgetting about ever getting it done that night. Unable to sleep properly and chasing phantoms where there were none, the prospective dreamer conceded to reality and decided to just try and get her eight hours, much like any other night. Unfortunately, it seemed like even after her resignation, her body had other ideas; she spent hours and hours twirling and turning and just generally being restless, unable to find any position that was remotely comfortable. Ruth began thinking that she was spending more time trying to try to fall asleep than anything else, and with a frustrated grunt, she threw her covers off of herself and resolved to let the cold do… something. Wasn’t clear exactly what she thought it would do, but it seemed like as good an idea as any other at that point. What Ruth failed to understand was why it was still so dark. She had gone to bed at around one in the morning, and though her awareness of time passing was always a bit off after the sheets were pulled up, she was quite certain that either the sun should be coming up or the sky should at least be the tiniest bit brighter. That fact alone made her eyes widen, only for the rest of her rational brain to step in and curb her enthusiasm; this wasn’t anything she’d seen before in her dreams, therefore it was most likely just her being… awake. Still, it was worth a shot. Her hand slowly rose to her nose for a second time, Ruth fully expecting her airways to be blocked… only to carry on breathing like nothing was happening even after clamping down on
her nose with her index and thumb. She lay there, breathing, knowing that she shouldn’t be capable of doing so, while her spirits rose higher with each second that passed. Ruth knew that was it; she was finally lucid dreaming! But… calm. Every other time that had happened it all came tumbling down a few moments after realizing it, courtesy of excitement getting the better of her. It was imperative that she take a methodical, analytical approach to her dream, lest it crash and burn around her. To that end, she relaxed and allowed her hands to fall by her side, while her eyes were fixated on the ceiling above. What to do? Obviously, it was important to keep any modifications in the realm of the plausible; every source of information on the practice was adamant that attempting to stretch one’s suspension of disbelief too hard was often enough to make the brain realize that something was terribly off about the whole thing and jettison itself back into consciousness. So no superhero antics, no literally shaping the world in her image, and certainly not any of the lurid, lewd thoughts that sometimes floated by behind her eyes. … alright, maybe a few of those lewd thoughts. It was hard to ascertain what counted as “too much”, after all; her own mind had refused to maintain a lucid state like that for more than a few seconds before, and yet Ruth could feel the minutes passing while nothing happened. Perhaps the second she tried something, anything, exercised her power in a way that altered the world in any significant way, shape or form, then it would all be over; or maybe, just maybe, this was a special occasion, and all of that dream journal-keeping had finally paid off. Well, only one real way to find out! It was likely she’d only get one change before her ability to maintain the dream was strained to the point where it broke, so Ruth had to be extremely careful about what she did. Quite literally anything could be too much, hence the need to pick tiny, inconsequential details that would allow her to keep on modifying the world without her brain trying to pick apart the inconsistencies too much; things had to remain plausible, after all, even if they could rapidly veer into the absurd. It was for this reason that when she blinked, her breasts were about thrice as large as they had been a moment before.
Now, if Ruth needed any confirmation that she was indeed in a state of lucid dreaming, this was it; looking down at herself, only to have most of her body blocked from sight by a pair of tits so large they began spilling onto her sides, she could only imagine what her head must be like, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse for the sudden growth burst. The dream hadn’t collapsed yet, so she was still clear to go far as she knew! Obviously, though, Ruth couldn’t just stop and frisk herself, it was possible that arousal might be a bit too much for her poor mind to handle while also trying to keep up her private dreamscape-cum-simulation. Didn’t stop her from admiring her new curves up top, and before she knew it, her unconscious self had decided to “rectify” this discrepancy and try to equalize her proportions… by making her just as bottom-heavy. It was quite the surprise, considering how Ruth didn’t think of that herself; never having been one for butts or thighs, the fact that she somehow managed to rip her PJs apart when her legs packed on enough soft flesh to tear through the fabric left her flabbergasted and unable to react. Was her body under her control at all? Or was her subconscious just as much a player in her little games as she herself was? It was time to test that. Getting up from her fake bed, Ruth was surprised by how heavy and unwieldy her body was, far more than would be expected; then again, she had never really gotten into lucid dreaming in any big way, so maybe that was just how things worked? Regardless, the young woman stumbled and waddled her way to the nearest mirror, finding it to be just as distorted as expected, a consequence of being in a dream world. Content that everything was going according to plan, Ruth snapped her fingers, unthinking, and gave herself some brand new clothes, something new and fresh and just tight-fitting enough to show off her new curves, really. Wasn’t too much, just a low-cut blouse and a pair of pants that were this close to cutting off circulation to her lower body, the usual. Marching out of the house, she was met with a dark and silent world, lit only by the oddly-misshapen moon above her head. This was also easily solvable, though how exactly Ruth didn’t think she might be pushing her luck was anyone’s guess. In truth, seeing herself achieve every size goal she’d held in her entire life had quite the effect on the young woman’s psyche, who assumed that, since she’d managed to lucid dream once, then doing it again in the future should be far easier going forward. In that moment, she decided to just see how far she could go, ostensibly as a means of testing the limits of her imagination, while in reality most of her just
wanted an excuse to go completely wild somewhere without any repercussions. If it crumbled, she could visit it the next time she slept. If it didn’t, well… One snap later and night turned to day, surprisingly warm and toasty, inviting anyone outdoors to head to the nearest body of water for a quick swim. Surprisingly enough, her dreamscape was populated by a large crowd, far more numerous than her real hometown could provide, all of them featureless and unable to be distinguished from one another. They did not matter, Ruth thought to herself, they were just there to serve as pawns in her machinations. Licking her lips, the young woman revelled in that revelation, wondering just what exactly he could make all those “people” do while she was in charge. With everything in there being controlled by her force of will and limited only by whatever her mind could conjure, it would be disappointing that the extent of Ruth’s depravity effectively boiled down to having a small entourage of worshippers all singing her praises when she walked down the street, sashaying and strutting her stuff towards a group of people that didn’t really exist. On occasion, she would add more onto her body, giving herself a few extra cup sizes or handfuls of ass, not bothering with keeping any sane or reasonable size; with her clothes able to adapt to any demand made of them, and her mobility entirely unaffected by whatever weight she strapped to herself, it was no wonder that Ruth, already high on her own accomplishments, ended up becoming more breast- and thighflesh than person, wobbling aggressively and sloshing loudly whenever a single step was taken. Dozens of her created people followed her in the middle of the street, cars swerving around and parking just so the individuals inside could join the parade, a curious phenomenon that Ruth didn’t recall asking for. Upon reaching the local lake, there were hundreds more people lavishing love and attention upon her than her town had population, and soon enough they were hard at work preparing the whole area for the arrival of their rightful queen. A whole banquet materialized out of nowhere, while a manor had begun construction on the small hill overlooking the body of water. Nothing really made sense about it, but for Ruth that’s exactly what made it so wonderful; it didn’t matter if it didn’t make sense, so long as she wanted it to happen. Dismissing her supplicants, she chose to make the best out of her trip to the lake by turning the water into something a bit more suitable to what she was feeling like at that point. Contrary to what she initially expected, it seemed as if her mind had a mind all of its own, filling in the gaps whenever Ruth herself forgot to write in the details. Perhaps the most curious change of all was that her breasts, already down to her waist and, by all means, too heavy for her to move around, were obviously very full of the kind of creamy, sweet filling that she never once
produced in reality. Not only that, but simply knowing that made the thought of filling up even more utterly irresistible, to the point where less-than-impure thoughts were beginning to surface that Ruth didn’t really know how to deal with; those people weren’t real, and yet the idea of consuming them for nourishment made her feel ever-so-slightly uneasy. Thus, why not kill two birds with one stone? Settling into the water, she ordered two nearby figures to join her and then “milk her dry”, knowing that before they even got halfway started she’d already be full up again, a prediction that ended up not only being right, but also severely underestimating how productive her literal dream tits were. In seconds, their inner bounty had spread all across the surface of the lake, displacing the water and seeping into the depths below, replacing every ounce of fluid with her own milky production. It was hard to tell if it was the dream logic acting up or just the rules she created being that exaggerated, but rather than the “hours”-long affair she hoped it would be, her milking session successfully filled the lake up in under ten minutes, overflowing from its natural borders and giving her worshippers something to drink. In a few short moments, it all went to hell. One second Ruth was perfectly in control, and in the next the crowd was turning into reflections of her. Gorging on her milk, the faceless multitude began to develop assets as overblown as hers, tits, ass, cock, balls, doubling and tripling and multiplying on themselves while each individual descended into either mindless self-exploration or found the nearest “person” to lose themselves with. Much as Ruth tried to control it, none of them seemed to listen, with even her two attendant milkers deciding they’d rather shove their faces onto her nipples and suck them dry than continue to work as instructed. Everything around her was quite literally an orgy of self-debasement and debauchery, with some of the “people” doing things that were better left not thought about. Ruth was so stunned by the sudden change in events that it took her a few moments to realize that it made perfect sense, given that they were still being controlled by moon logic. Knowing that it was time to put an end to it, she willed herself back to reality… … only for nothing to happen. Again and again Ruth attempted to wake up, using every trick in the book and several that weren’t, up until she gave up and resorted to pinching herself, hoping that physical pain would help her free herself from her self-inflicted bonds. As panic mounted and the young woman looked around her, she was terrified to see that the previously-faceless mob had begun to take on the faces of those people she actually knew in real life; so many were complete strangers, but that one was absolutely the local baker surrounded by a crowd of hyper-tittied herms, while both people sucking on her own tits were workers at the local fast food joint.
None of it made sense, not even from the perspective of dream logic. Just what was going on? Pinching, shouting, begging, nothing worked; her breasts were being abused to such a degree that it was becoming harder and harder to stave off a climax. Nothing she did broke through the barrier and brought her back to reality, and as the confusing mess of carnal pleasure around her rose in intensity as more people joined seemingly from nowhere, Ruth, in desperation, brought both hands to her nose and forced her brain to realize that she shouldn’t be able to breathe, hoping it it would break her out. But it didn’t. Because she couldn’t breathe with her nose plugged. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Beer Run: The Corruption of Taylor
Tags: strap on, feminization, bondage, femdom, anal, oral, dildo, panties
Sometimes, when I'm away on business, I have to find ways to satisfy my urges on a whim.
This time was no different.
Friday night I found myself in the darkened hotel room, closing in on 3am, with a 20-year old cocky little thing trussed up and gagged, recently penetrated, humiliated, and looking to me for some answers as to why he felt the way he did Broken, vulnerable from his surrender, he surely would never been the same.
The semen was still fresh on his lips, and his lashes were still wet with tears.
How it all came together still amazes me.
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I found Taylor at a liquor store.
I had not gone out that night with the intent of finding a man to bring back to my hotel room and seduce and torture. I had simply gone out for a walk, to gather my thoughts, to try to find some serenity in the cool Chicago air.
The concierge at the hotel told me there was a music store a few blocks away. Music is always a nice diversion, so I decided to go pick up a few new compact discs. The day had been hell for me - back to back meetings with clients, a few horrific presentations and barely being able to slip out of entertaining for the evening because I was just too exhausted.
Instead I wandered down the avenue and was half way to the music store when I saw Taylor standing outside a liquor store, smoking, alone.
The only urge that I have which is sometimes as unbearable as the urge to dominate is the desire, randomly, for chocolate. Not a lot of chocolate, not a specific kind of chocolate, but something sweet. So I detoured into the liquor store and b-lined for the candy aisle, only to find Taylor lurking behind me.
He was following me.
This was odd to me, because he hardly looked like the stalker type. He looked to be about 18 or 19, in torn jeans and a black short sleeved t-shirt. His hair was dirty blonde and he had great blue eyes. As sort of a grungy type, he also needed a shave - but I guess that look is still in.
Taylor watched me pay for my small black bag of plain M&Ms and then followed me out of the liquor store.
I wasn't really worried; after all, he looked harmless.
We only got about half a block before he sped up to me, to my side and said "Excuse me."
I stopped and turned to him.
"Can I ask you for a favor?"
I wonder if Taylor ever wished he had not asked that question. Because that's what started it all.
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Taylor wanted me to buy him a six pack of beer.
He explained this to me nervously, his hands shoved down as far into his pockets as they could go. And all I could keep thinking when I was listening to him explain how he lost is ID was, "Those are beautiful eyes."
He stammered a few times, tried small talk when I just stared at him blankly after his initial request.
"You're from out of town," he observed. People have told me I look like I'm either from LA or New York, depending on what I am wearing. I guess I didn't look Midwestern enough, even for downtown Chicago. Or maybe it was the fact that I was in a business suit.
"You aren't 21," I told him. "You didn't lose your ID. You just want someone to buy it for you. Don't lie to me. That isn't a good way to start this off."
He chuckled a little, looked down, and was shuffling his feet in that kind of "oh shucks" kind of way. Good lord, I thought to myself, is this an act, or is he really that nervous? The vibes from him were inundating me. I was totally overstimulated, to say the least.
The only thing I can compare it to is being like a starving, hungry predatory cat, wandering through the brush feeling sorry for herself, only to come upon a venison with a broken leg.
He was just asking to be captured.
"If I walk in there and buy you liquor," I pointed out to him. "It'd be on camera, and I'm sure that guy working there has seen you pull this before."
Taylor was about to defend himself, but I cut him off.
"If you want a beer, come up to my hotel down the block. I'll take a few out of the bar in the room."
Of course, I didn't expect that he'd go with that. After all, he probably wanted to go take a six pack home and party with his grunge buddies.
He bit his lip, looked at me, and said, "Which hotel?"
\*\*
Taylor was 20.
I got him to admit that to me on the walk to the hotel. In fact, as soon as I got Taylor talking, he wouldn't shut up. He was pleasant enough, but he definitely talked too much (nervous, I would imagine).
I knew the gag would come in handy.
In fact, as Taylor probably excitedly pondered that he was about to score a few free beers, I was pondering about how I was going to score Taylor.
I went through all the thoughts in my head. How he would look bound and gagged. How he would endure pain. How he'd handle being totally used as a sex object - this hormonal, sweet little 20 year old who stands outside of liquor stores asking women ten years his senior to buy him a six pack.
Taylor had a lot to learn.
And I felt like I had struck gold.
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Of course, the moral side of me kicked in, and I reasoned that the boy would have no more than two beers over the course of the evening, because there was no way in hell I'd deal with an inexperienced, naïve, horny kid agreeing to all sorts of humiliating acts while bombed out of his head.
No, I'd have to be careful with Taylor. And also, I didn't know if he was damaged goods.
In the hotel elevator, Taylor looked up at the illuminated room numbers with big, blue eyes. Staring at him, I noticed that he had underlying features that were quite striking - he had amazing cheekbones, for a start, and really nice lips. His face was somewhat hidden by a mop of hair and he needed a good shave. But other than that, he was quite striking.
And boy, was he nervous.
When we entered my room, I could sense that he was trembling.
Grade A venison. Ready to be devoured.
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When I travel, I tend to stay in fairly nice hotels. After all, if I am going to be away, I at least want to be comfortable. I have learned to hate two things in the last five years: airplanes and hotel rooms.
This hotel was marginal. I'm drawn to luxurious bathrooms, large bathtubs and really nice beds. This one had all three.
Taylor, apparently, had never been inside anything other than a dark motel room for $29 a night. He tried to hide it, but his eyes were drawn around the room and I could hear him clearing his throat.
My room was equipped with a full bar, in case I needed to do any entertaining (and I guess that was good planning, on my part). I rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out a Corona for the boy, fixing myself a Stolichnaya on the rocks.
When I handed him the beer he said "Thanks."
Then I said, "Take off your clothes."
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I guess I prefer the direct approach. But I figure that even a naïve 20 year old has been around the block enough to know that if a woman invites him up to her room to give him a beer, she probably has some other things in mind as well.
It felt, suddenly, like a scene out of The Graduate.
Taylor was holding the beer bottle tightly, half chuckling, looking at me, as if waiting for me to bust out laughing and say "Just kidding."
But I just stood there, sipping my cocktail, and waited for him to react.
"Are you serious?" he finally asked, in almost a whisper.
"I'm completely serious," I responded.
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Taylor finally snapped out of his daze, probably because the shock wore off and the hormones kicked in. He set his beer down on the nightstand and crossed his arms over his chest to pull the black t-shirt off.
I pulled my hair out of its large, black clip and went to the closet. I never, ever travel without an arsenal of toys, and this trip was no different - even though I knew I would only be gone two days.
When I opened my black leather bag it all started to really sink in.
I was going to have him. I was going to have him in my way, and he was going to learn to submit. I was going to use him and humiliate him and force him to make me cum, then hold him and rebuild him and make him understand why I had to do it.
I'll never forget the look in his eyes when he saw what I was holding.
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Taylor had never seen anything like what I had. The shackles, the gags, the vibrators and of course the strap-on. I'd taken off my business suit and was just in stockings and bra at that point, and the leather strap on harness was hanging off my fingertips.
:"Oh, shit," was all Taylor could manage.
Before he could weasel away, I took his face in my hands and kissed him. He was just wearing jeans now, after managing to remove his shirt and shoes. I kissed him hard, holding his chin with one hand and moving the other hand around to his ass, pulling him close to me.
Of course I could feel how hard he was in his jeans at that point. I reached down, and under, and rubbed him through the jeans, making sure I massaged him to complete erection before parting lips and whispering, "I want you to submit to me."
His eyes were shut, his lips were still parted and he was breathing softly toward me. He was in a daze. I started unbuttoning his jeans and then he started to tremble again. He was shaking, breathing uneven now, and he was reaching around, blindly, for the beer bottle he had left on the bedside table.
I pushed it just out of his reach and said, "In a minute."
Then I reached down into his briefs and took him full in my hand.
I knew I had him. Literally.
\*\*
It was about fifteen minutes later that I had sweet Taylor hogtied, his balls trussed up and my soiled panties tucked carefully into his mouth,. He'd thrown a bit of a fit about that, until he tasted them of course, and I quieted his protests by lowering my body onto him and resting my soaking pussy right on his nose and mouth.
I knew he couldn't breathe.
"IF you stop being such a brat about this," I said sympathetically, "I'll be much easier on you."
His legs flailed a bit, what they could with his ankles tied together and pulled up behind his back. When I eased up, I lounged momentarily in the feel of his ragged breathing at my thighs, up against my pussy. I took his face in my hands as I slid down, I looked into his eyes and I said, "Do you want to make me cum?"
He nodded. Taylor nodded with boyish enthusiasm, trying to ease up onto his elbows, find any way to get leverage, thinking he was about to be freed so he could fuck me like mad, or that the gag was going to be removed so he could lick my pussy for the next half hour.
Instead, Taylor got to watch me reach back to the dressing table and pick up the heap of leather straps, silver buckles and single, shining black dildo.
His eyes widened, he shook his head and his sweet, muffled voice said, "No."
\*\*
Taylor was terrified. I took his face in my hands again, this time kissing him all around his lips, my hand between my legs masturbating practically on his lap. He was breathing hard, whimpering a bit, and his eyes, when they weren't screwed shut, were pleading with me.
Using my mouth, I bit down on the panties that were spilling from his mouth and pulled them out slowly. He let out a gasp and said at once, "I can't let you do that to me."
Kissing him, holding him, I reached down with the panties and started rubbing them all over his erection. I stroked him with the panties until he was dripping with pre-cum, twisting, moaning, agonizing over the need to cum.
When he looked at me, his eyes had a sweet, innocent glisten to them. I was already in my own world - just one sip of my stoli cocktail had been consumed, so I knew it wasn't the alcohol. No, I was consumed with Taylor, and his innocence. I wanted to have him
I needed to have him.
But because I was in that intense, passionate femdom mood, the one that is even more demanding that my usual mode, I wanted more than that. I didn't just wand Taylor to surrender to me, to let me fuck him in the ass and to beg for more.
I wanted him to kneel before me and fasten the buckles. I wanted him to put the harness on me, knowing full well what was going to happen. Virginal, staring right at the big, black cock that would be soon pounding into him. Methodically, gently tightening each of the leather straps so that the harness rested right on my hips and the base of the cock was positioned right at my crotch for the best stimulation.
Looking into Taylor's eyes, which were starting to well up it with tears, I knew it was going to take some careful planning and a lot of patience.
But, I reasoned, it was only 11:30pm...
\*\*
I released Taylor.
I released him because I knew he was on the edge of freaking out, and I knew that he was dealing with an overload of feelings and sensations. But as soon as he was freed, I locked him into handcuffs, his wrists in front, and made him kneel before me.
I made him kneel while I sat on the edge of the bed, and I reclined and ordered him to go down on me. I told him just how I wanted it, and just how long he would have to do it, and I used both hands in his hair, at the back of his head, to give further direction. By pushing, clenching my fists, pulling his head back.
Taylor was moderate in his abilities. The young ones, I noted, were always too eager and too sloppy. But he showed good promise, and I was patient. After all, this was not the end for me, this was just a step to getting what I really wanted - which was him bent over, vulnerable, begging me fuck him deeper, harder, to show him no mercy and to use him like a total whore.
While Taylor was going down on me, I told him about why I liked my harness so much.
"You need to see what it looks like," I breathed heavily, "To really appreciate it."
He just kept licking. Licking, diligently, probably to try to drown out what I was saying to him.
"When I fuck a man in the ass, I cum," I added. "And nothing excites me more than holding him by the hips, pulling him back with each thrust, feeling him open up to take me, seeing the humiliation in his face.."
By then, I was clenching Taylor's hair so tight with both hands that I felt him wince. His whimpered were muffled by my thighs, pressed tightly around his head. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around tight, moving my hips to raise my body so he could go deeper, deeper with his tongue and bury himself right into me.
By then, I was essentially fucking his face.
In fact, the one-sided conversation was enough to set me off. I pushed him off of me, into the floor on his back, watching him raised his shackled wrists defensively, unsure of what was going on. His face was wet from going down on me, his eyes half shut, his cheeks slightly pink. Without warning, I mounted his face.
Reaching around with my hand, I took his cock full in my palm and gripped him as I fucked his face. This time, it was ruthless, unforgiving. "Tongue out," I ordered. "Keep sucking. Lick harder."
He moaned. He moaned as if it hurt, but his cock was already spurting bits of pre-cum. Taylor produced more precum than I had ever seen. I coated my palm and fingers with it and lifted my body off of him to rub it all over his lips.
He had no idea what I was doing until he licked it and tasted it, making him nearly gag from the realization, but by then I was kissing him on the lips, devouring his mouth. And I didn't give him time to complain out loud, because immediately, after that, I was sitting on his face again.
This time, I rode him until I came.
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I think Taylor believed he was off the hook at that point. After all, I had cum - didn't that mean it was the end? And that we could move on to HIS orgasm?
Apparently Taylor had never been with a woman in her 30s.
The night was not even close to over. After all, I still had not received what I really wanted - the chance to fuck him mercilessly in the ass. I wanted to put my harness on and take him completely, to take his virginity, to use him in a way that he would never forget.
Taylor was so turned on, so desperate, I knew I could get just about anything from him. It was just a matter of time, and proper pacing. His face was still glistening with my juices, his lips were slightly swollen. His hair, disheveled, made him look even younger than his 20 years.
I tied Taylor up again. I tied him up this time so that his wrists were locked around his knees, his ankles together, his legs pressed to his chest. He was sitting on the floor and looked delightfully helpless.
So much so that I told him that once again I would masturbate. This time, for him to watch. This time, so that he could learn to please me. To want me more than anything.
Taylor looked at me apprehensively when I unfastened the black dildo from my strap on hardness. I brought it to his face and he turned away, inhaling sharply, nervous, unnerved by what he saw.
"Do you want me to stick this in my pussy?" I asked clearly.
Naked, I could see his cock start to once again stiffen. Just the naughty words did it to him.
I held him by the hair, holding his head terribly still, and started to stroke his cheeks with the dildo. I will admit, at that point, I wished it was strapped into my harness. Because I wanted to hold my hands on my hips and torture him by slapping him square across the face with my latex dick, to tease and humiliate him.
But I needed to be gentle with Taylor.
His breathing was ragged, his eyes were shut tight. I could see him clenching his fists, and the mere sight of him made me ache once again. So vulnerable, so nervous and scared. I pressed the tip of my latex dick to his lips and he shuddered and turned away.
"You will learn," I told him. "It just takes time."
\*\*
Right then, I considered, seriously, the long term potential for Taylor. After all, I had a few slaves strewn across the United States - because I travel so much, sometimes I like to know I have a whore in a city just in case I need to use someone while on business.
Taylor had all the qualities I wanted in a whore-slave. He was young, impressionable. Passionate, a little bit nervous. He was someone I could mold into the perfect little cunt sucking whore, if I wanted.
And he was completely unable to hide his emotion - or his arousal. His cock was now fully erect, bobbing precariously even though it was tucked between his thighs and front of his body, in the tucked up position I had him in.
I was masturbating with one hand, two fingers massaging my pussy, while I pressed the dildo, again and again, to his virgin lips.
"Suck on it for me, Taylor."
I could see him shuddering, trying to speak. He was so terrified. Terrified, I know, because his dick was rock hard.
And it wasn't because I was there massaging my own pussy near his face. It was because he was turned on at the idea of being fucked in the mouth with my dildo.
"You're hard," I said, stating the obvious. "You need to lower your resistance, Taylor. Accept it. You want it."
I was sweet to him. Sweet and reassuring. I crouched down to be eye-level with him, put my hand against his cheek and he looked at me. I saw what looked like tears in his eyes, but it might have been his gag reflex kicking in at just the mere thought of having a nine inch latex dick shoved down his throat.
He said to me, sweetly, softly, his words barely coming out. "Can I have a sip of my beer?"
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Taylor was terrified. He was terrified, but totally turned on. I fed him his beer - two large sips, that was all he could have, right out of the bottle. The feeding process turned me on, of course, and led to a whole side-event of me masturbating with the head of the beer bottle while he watched, only to make him suggestively, eagerly lick the rim while I mocked him.
Then I made him start with the beer bottle. Licking it. Licking all around the head of it, sticking his tongue in the whole. He had his eyes shut tight, nervous, but I encouraged him with words, and sometimes by reaching over and massaging his cock.
"Lick slower," I ordered. "Wrap your tongue around, slowly. All around. Suck on it now, suck on the tip. Deeper."
I pushed it in slowly, watching the neck of the bottle disappear more and more into his mouth. The sight of this made me so hot, I was soaking wet. I stopped, wet my fingers by moving them between my legs, over my pussy, and then brushed them over his lips.
He gasped, startled, tasted my wetness, then opened his eyes. They were glazed, shy. Terrified, still, but now so turned on again.
"I loved watching you suck on this," I said to him, looking carefully at the beer bottle. I hesitated a moment, then took a sip from it, suggestively, letting my tongue linger. Then, I added, "If you suck my dick, I'll cum. You do want me to cum, don't you?"
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That's the ultimate question for a man. Any man. I don't care if he is 18 or 58.
He wants to make a woman cum.
Watching her writhe, moan, gasp. And knowing he did it to her.
Taylor wanted me to cum. There was no doubt. He wanted it bad enough, that he was starting to consider, even desire, things he thought were unthinkable only an hour before.
His eyes were so soft - timid, anxious. But not on fire anymore, not bouncing. Just staring, thinking. Shaking, only slightly.
He looked beautiful.
I held his face in my hands, this time holding the straps of my harness between the fingers of my right hand, letting it dangle next to him.
"Can I have you, Taylor?"
He swallowed, staring at me.
I wet my lips, looked at him sweetly, and asked again, "Can I have you?"
Again, he swallowed, this time closing his eyes briefly, then nodded, and said, in a barely audible whisper, "Yes."
\*\*
Taylor was kneeling beside me, fumbling with the buckles of my expensive, all-leather strap on harness. I stood, feet separated slightly, having to lift each leg, slowly, delicately on the spiked heels, to allow him to pull the harness up around my thighs.
He had this sweet look of concentration on his face, obviously unsure of what he was doing, watching me point here and there, at which end of which strap went into which buckle.
He was visible shaking the entire time. When the cock bobbed precariously in his face, he shuddered a bit and turned the other way.
Taylor fastened each of the buckles on either hip, making them tight, the way I like it. Then I ordered him to ease back, on the floor, and admire me from afar as I stood before him, in spiked heels and a leather strap-on harness, but with nothing else on at all.
Obviously, Taylor was speechless.
But his hard cock gave it all away.
\*\*
Needless to say, taking Taylor's virginity was the highlight of the evening. And probably enough for its own piece - I could write for pages about the sounds he made, how he tensed his body, how it took me twenty five minutes to lubricate him enough to even accommodate the head.
He was passionate, and innocent, and he made me want to possess him entirely.
I fucked him for a half hour. I rode his face once more, and then I tied him up and made him sleep at the foot of my bed.
In the morning, I made him bathe me before work, and then I shoved money into his palm for a cab and told him to be careful who he asked for beer when standing in front of a liquor store.
In my own taxi, on the way to my first meeting, staring idly out the cab window and reflecting on the night, I was a bit sad. Sad that I had not found out anything more about this mysterious boy, not taken down his email address, anything, to keep him touch with him for my future travels.
Until I opened up my briefcase to find a slip of hotel paper among my notes for the meeting. It said, simple, "Taylor" with a phone number. He'd obviously put it there when I had gone to sleep.
Needless to say, I found reason to be in Chicago in two more weeks.
And this time, I'm bringing a girlfriend. | literotica |
Title: 4.4 - Mixed Signals by Squirrel
Tags: Angst, Bat, Character Development, Chipmunk, Cunnilingus, Femdom, Hare, M/F, Passion, Rough Sex, Sci-Fi, Vaginal, Wolf
"...and you should be glad that you're getting only a commendation for your excellent tactics in the battle, Captain Wren. I've heard talk of there being a statue in Luminous' honor."
Wren could see the eye-smile from the aged snow rabbit. Still, it made him squirm to think about it, even within the safe confines of his ready room. "Thank you, Admiral Flint."
"As for the matter of your lost crew members," the admiral continued, "I understand that the shuttle has already docked to your ship?"
"Yes sir. They're in sickbay right now getting a check up from our medical officer. I'll have them make their report as soon as they're able." Wren hestiated for a moment, then went on. "You must understand, sir, that this may take some time," he said, delicately.
"No need to explain, Captain. I'm aware of the condition of your ops officer. Please have them make the report at their earliest convenience."
The squirrel captain nodded. "I will, sir. Thank you."
"Thank *you*, Captain. Flint out."
With that, the channel cut, and Wren let out a huge sigh of relief. "You did do good, captain," assured Rella, who had been standing to the side the entire time.
"Yeah..." In a very un-captain-like gesture, he leaned against her, letting their cheeks brush.
"That relieved that Field and Adelaide are back, mm?"
Wren blushed. He couldn't help it. "Is it that obvious?" At her nod, he groaned. "The crew is going to think I'm playing favorites..."
"Oh, they already do."
"What?"
"Relax, Wren. It's not really a secret anymore about you and Field's prior relationship with Kody. In large part, the crew doesn't really care since Kody's proven himself a capable doctor, and Field's shown that he's got the mettle for senior command."
Wren blinked. "He has, hasn't he?"
Rella nodded, coming around the command chair and sitting in Wren's lap, letting her large tail lay to the side of the chair. "He's going to be alright," the squirrel said, resuming her nuzzling. "And besides, he has Adelaide."
"Just like I have you?" the captain prompted, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her toward him.
"I was wondering when you'd get around to worrying about me," she smiled.
Wren looked up at Rella's face. "Do you get jealous of him?"
Rella looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sometimes." She was quiet for long enough for Wren to want to prompt her, but she continued just before he said anything. "Mostly because he's had more time than me to know you better. But then I remember that we still have an opportunity to rectify that, so the feeling fades."
"Oh. I'm... sorry that you feel that way."
"Captain, I *am* sitting in your lap right now."
That brought a grin back to Wren's mouth, and he leaned in for a chaste kiss that turned into a longer, fuller one. But when he pulled back, he remembered something. "Hey Rella?"
"Mmhm?" Her arms hung loosely around his shoulders.
"Didn't Admiral Flint say something else? Something about a hare that was also found by the arctic foxes?"
\*\*--\*\*
Kody flinched initially because it was Pyro that had arrived at sickbay. While the time that he and Dotna were together had been more or less smoothed over, the wolf did cut an imposing figure aside of just being a predator. It didn't help that the sounds of mouse squeaks and bat chitters from behind the closed door had him dealing with a tightness in his pants. But then, there was the immediate tension between the wolf and his newest patient, the silver hare he had been checking up on before he ceded Sickbay to the couple.
"Pyro," said hare acknowledged. She had a look in her eyes that Kody could barely decipher, and didn't have the spare mental capacity to try. "Been a while."
The wolf's red eyes had a similar, but not the same, look. "You're... alive?" he said, frowning as the question rolled off his tongue.
"She looks to be," Kody couldn't help but interject, performing another scan while the results of another came back. "And aside from some slight malnutrition, in pretty good health."
The comment drew the wolf's eyes for a moment, before they focused back on Sheila. That was her name, right? "I'm just... surprised, really. Thought my nose was lying to me."
"It does that?" The hare's expression was cool. Or at least that Kody could see. The results were taking their sweet time in processing, making the rabbit impatient. He paused to adjust his pants when the mouse/bat sounds reached a higher pitch.
"Not... often," replied Pyro, his nostrils twitching. Again the red eyes moved from gray ones, this time flicking toward the sickbay door. "Kinda thought you were dead," he continued.
"Thought the same of you." Finally that unwavering stare moved, glancing at the door for a moment before looking the wolf up and down. "You look pretty good for a corpse."
"Tried pretty hard not to be one." The wolf squirmed. Going by the little hitches in Field's squeaks, Kody judged him being pretty close right now. Briefly, he entertained a memory of the mouse while the scans finally came back. "Look, Sheila... if I had known--"
A paw came up, stopping him. "Save it, Pyro. They separated us, probably told you the same thing they told me; we were going to be experimented on, and after the experiments were finished, we were going to be disposed of." All three looked at a particularly loud squeak, followed by rapid panting. Even Kody could smell it now, and he saw the wolf suddenly have to rub his nose. He wondered how much worse he was getting it. "Doctor Kodiak?"
Kody's head suddenly jerked upward, realizing that his name had been called. "Yes?"
"How am I?" Sheila asked, her gray eyes turned on him. A brief glance showed the wolf about as confused as he was.
Kody took a moment to run through the scan results. "Uh. Okay. Aside, again, of some brief effects of malnutrition, which should go away with a recommended diet a shade heavier than normal, you... should be fine. Clean bill of health."
"What about for some... vigorous activity? Like exercise?"
Both wolf and rabbit twitched, though Kody held the steely gaze. "...so long as you keep it light, then you should be fine."
Sheila turned to Pyro. "They got an exercise deck here, right?"
Pyro frowned. "Wait, you wanna...?"
"I need to move. I'm sick of lying on a bed. Besides, let's do it for old time's sake."
The wolf's muzzle quirked before he glanced over at Kody. Kody shrugged. Whatever message the wolf was trying to send, it was beyond him. Pyro seemed to accept this, then jerked his head. "Let's go."
Kody was left standing while the other two went off. The scent was still pretty heavy, so with his console in hand he changed the status of Sick Bay to "Occupied, Do Not Disturb" before adjusting his pants. Maybe Ketchy was around and had a few minutes to spare.
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"Sure this is a good idea? I mean, you've been holed up for a while. You haven't forgotten how to fight, have you?" Pyro asked, cracking his neck and loosening up. When he opened his eyes, there was a playful gleam in them, the wolf settling into a fighting crouch.
"Funny. I was wondering the same about you." Sheila settled into a similar crouch, her gray eyes narrowing on the wolf's. "What are you on this ship, huh? Beta? Delta?" A grin. "Omega?"
The punch came at her head, which she ducked under, delivering a counter-punch. That, however, was deflected away while the wolf dropped his guard and moved to her left. "Nice," he said nodding. "Very nice. When the doc said you were in pretty good health, he wasn't kidding. Though now I wonder how you kept in such good shape, or alive at all?"
The guard came right up again, absorbing a few blows before she kicked in the way he had been moving, shoving him the other way. "The wasps are fighting a war against furs," Sheila spat out, punching toward his stomach and catching him at least once. "Maybe they wanted something to poke and prod when they got curious and bored. I don't know, and they never gave me a chance to ask."
"I guess not," replied the wolf, tongue lolling from his mouth while a roundhouse went over her head. "Can't have been easy, though."
"Not. Really." Sheila feinted to his stomach, then fired a quick punch at his chin.
The wolf weaved backward and twisted to her right, smirking a little. "Careful there. You're moves are a little aggressive."
"I thought you liked aggressive."
"I do! But you're too wild, tryin' to catch me off-balance and failing. What y-- unh!" Pyro was moving left again, circling when he suddenly caught an elbow to the chest. He didn't see the hare spin and trip him and he landed hard on his back. "Oof!"
She was soon straddling his chest, holding him down by his shoulders. "Now," she said with a grin, "how did I knock you down?"
"...by catching me off-balance?" Pyro managed a chuckle.
"Exactly. You've gone soft, Pyro."
"Oh have I?"
"Yeah, but don't worry," Sheila went on, moving shifting her body lower. "Shouldn't take that long to get you hard again."
The smile faded from the wolf's face. "Didn't know we were talkin' about that kinda hard," he said, ears pulled back.
"Is there any other kind?"
"A few."
"Oh come on, Py." There. That name. Nobody had used that name on him in a long time, and even Dotna hadn't yet. "We both know that sparring is foreplay to predators."
"Not all of us like that."
"Yeah, but it is for you. Has been ever since I knew you." Sheila stopped and considered something. "You have a sparring partner already?"
He swallowed. "We've never sparred before but... "
Sheila smirked. "What's one more?"
"I only have the one."
"Didn't know you were the type to stick with one." She snorted. "So what's this all about, anyway? You invited me, so what do you want?"
"It's not about what I want," he started.
"Yes it is. It always was. You had your own ship, remember? You made the rules. You did whatever the hell you wanted, whoever you wanted."
Pyro breathed a sigh. "Like I said--"
"Why don't you just tell it to me straight," she told him, eyes narrowed.
The wolf frowned. "You know, that's kinda funny, coming from a feddie."
"*Former* feddie, or did you forget that part? Now that would be pretty funny, since you told me that the Federation didn't care enough to find out if I was alive or dead. Probably didn't care much about prey in general, since I find out here that the predatory branch of the Fed Council decides to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of the end of the civil war by starting a new one. They even launch a strike on the snow rabbit High Command and sign a non-aggression pact with the wasps. The Federation is corrupt and dead," she spat out, before taking a breath. "You don't understand what that's like, to be let down by everybody, even family and so-called mates. All I wanted was something that I could count on: some real structure, some order."
"You're starting to sound like a wasp."
Sheila narrowed her eyes at him. "Watch it, wolf."
Pyro lowered his head slightly.
The hare's ears twitched as she collected herself. "The Federation was the only anchor I had left. Hundreds of species working together, united for a common goal: to create a peaceful, productive society. It was supposed to be solid, to mean something, but in the end, it was just a lie. So here I am, drifting, and of all the furs in the universe, I find you on the ship that rescues me: the former captain of the one ship in the UT that picked me up." She lowered her head, her paws gripping harder into his shirt. "It's hard to know where anyone stands anymore, Pyro. I've been out of the world a while, and so much has changed. But I know where you stand. You didn't have ideals to betray, because you never tried to be ideal."
"What do you mean?" he broke in, speaking softly.
Sheila smiled a small smile. "You're real. Genuine," she said, nails dragging over his chest. "I didn't know it before I got captured, but you were my anchor."
"Sheila..."
A finger was placed on his lips. "I haven't bred in..." She tried to think of how long. "...way too long. Hares just... don't go without for that long. I can't bear it anymore, Py. I wanna feel something good, something real. I wanna feel just... something, anything at all." Her gray eyes looked into his. "You owe me that much."
"Owe you?"
"It was your ship that I got captured off of, Cap. The... whatever the hell you called it."
"The Red Rocket."
"Didn't you name it after your dick?" she accused gently.
The wolf smirked and shrugged. "Subconsciously, maybe."
Sheila shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You got some catching up to do." She raised her arms up, shedding the sports bra that kept her breasts contained. They were small enough to fit perfectly in his paws, Pyro remembered. It was difficult to not take the offer.
"I... I really don't think that this is a good idea," said Pyro gently. He could see her starting to crumble already. "You should know that I'm--"
The hare shook her head. "I don't wanna know who she is. I don't care. There's just you and me in here, right now." She swallowed. "Please."
The wolf made a sound. He considered it. Even through the desperation that came off of her in waves, there was a strong current of arousal. But he couldn't help but think of Dotna still. She was short, as most chipmunks were, but she was security personnel for a reason. She was feisty, but also quick-witted, capable of deflecting or returning any of the numerous light barbs he tossed at her, resulting in sparring matches. Then, there was that cute chittering noise she made when she--
"Pyro," Sheila said, jabbing him in the chest.
"Ow! Yeah, um. Yeah..." He sighed heavily, then looked up at her. "Look, Sheila--"
"You don't want me anymore, do you?" The facade broke in another place. He could see the cracks in the foundation.
"No. I mean, well, *yes* but--"
"You haven't pulled your punches before, Py. Why start now?" Her hands gripped into his chest again. "Haven't I proved I can take anything you dish out? Or are you too marshmallow soft to tell me?"
Again Pyro looked away from her, thoughts of the past creeping up on him again. After the first sparring session, she demanded that he not go easy on her, predator or no. So, smirking, he did so, promptly putting her on her ass. Then she knocked him down. Back and forth they went, neither able to string more than two victories together. He never could stand the weepy females, but a girl that could take it as well as dish it out... now there lay some attraction. Sort of like Dotna, Sheila had been an equal.
She punched his shoulder. "You keep drifting. Out with it already."
The wolf's ears went back. "Fine. I think you have some issues. And you know what? That's understandable. You got captured by wasps; if you came back the same way from that I'd be surprised. They broke you, Sheila." He stopped, and then went on, but softer. "Maybe it's hard to admit. You've always been so disciplined, but you're acting a lot more... needy now. And I can understand that, too. If I was solitary for that long, I'd wanna hump the next warm body I saw."
A weak smile crossed her face at that.
"If we have sex, then you'll feel good for a time," he went on, folding her hands in his. "You'll feel loved, feel a connection with somebody, which is what I think you really want. But what about tomorrow, huh?"
"What *about* tomorrow?" she spat. "And what about our connection? Or did I imagine that while I was with the wasps?"
Pyro's ears went to the sides. "Oh, hell, I don't know, Sheila. I mean... I like you." It felt so lame, to only be able to offer that. But she wanted truth.
"Right." She sighed, her head rolling around. Stress lined her features, making her appear different than the fresh-faced Feddie he saw long ago. "I just need a good fuck," she muttered.
"You know, I can get you a good Eros program if you want," he offered. "You remember the doc, Kody? Well, he has... or had this huge collection of Eros stuff. I can go borrow one for you. You got a preference?"
Silently, Sheila shook her head.
Pyro blinked, smelling the unshed tears. "You... need me to stay?"
"No." She heaved a sigh, and stood up, grabbing her bra and putting it back on. "I'll just go."
"Are you sure, Sheila?" Pyro sat up, too, confusion and concern warring on his muzzle.
She smiled back at him, sadly. "At least I know I'm still in your crew." The rabbit got to the door and tossed on her shirt, but stopped at the threshold. "Hey Py?"
"Yeah?" He'd gotten up by now, ears perked toward her. She looked so sad...
"She must be a hell of a female, to put you on a leash." Sheila threw the look over her shoulder with a smile, a shadow of her former self and the humor she had buried deep within.
Pyro grinned back, though more hesitantly. "Leash only comes out if we're feeling kinky."
She'd turned away again. "I'll bet," she said, and stepped through.
\*\*--\*\*
Barrow followed the line of desperation, finding the source in the mostly empty mess hall. In the corner was a hare with silver fur, slouched over the table. Grinning to himself, the powder blue bat walked over. "Mind if I join you?"
"Yes," she said without looking up.
"You gonna beat me up if I sit down anyway?" he said, sitting down across from her.
He felt the primary emotion shift from desperation to annoyance. "I might." She looked up then. "Even if you're a bat."
"How's the pudding?" he asked, nodding toward the cup.
Sheila (since he was able to read her name) looked back down. "Fuck off."
"So you don't wanna get laid?"
The hare stiffened. "...excuse me?" she asked, and the look on her face was dangerous.
Barrow simply grinned. "Am I wrong?"
"No. Just brazen, even for a bat."
Barrow indicated his head. "Telepathic. I can't help but pick up whatever your brain's broadcasting."
"Glad to know that I've bared my soul to you." The annoyance was getting higher.
"Not your entire soul," he said. "Maybe half. I can read whatever's on the surface, but I can't get deeper."
She sneered. "So even mighty bat powers have limits."
"Oh, I can get all of you," he insisted. "I just have to give you all of me."
She frowned.
"It's like a circuit," he went on. "I get you when you get me. That requires us to be connected physically, in order to close off from outside interference."
"Meaning?" He could taste the edge of sarcasm.
"While we're fucking, I have to be biting you. Two points of contact."
She mulled that over for a bit, and Barrow caught the flash of curiosity. "Sounds complicated," she said, still pretty sarcastic.
"It's much easier than it looks."
"I'll take your word for it," she said flatly.
"So are you saying that you're not intrigued by my offer?"
"Which is?"
"Sex. Breeding." He skimmed her recent memories. "A good fuck." Sheila twitched, and Barrow grinned wider, flashing teeth. "'Sides, I'm not attached to somebody like most of the crew, including your red-eyed wolf."
She bristled. "How did you--?"
"Telepath," he said, indicating his head again. "And really, it's a shame that he didn't help you. Even one night would be preferable to one more night without, wouldn't it? Surely he would have been able to explain, since you two are such old friends."
"And what do you get out of this?" Barrow could see the gears turning in her head.
"What any male gets out of it: the privilege of being inside you," he replied, flashing fangs again. "That, and I've never had a... hare before."
"Most furs think I'm a rabbit."
"Obviously, I'm not most furs."
"No," she agreed. "You're a hell of a lot more arrogant."
"You mistake arrogance for confidence."
"I'm not the one making that mistake."
Barrow waved that away. "Be that as it may, you don't need to be a telepath to sense your need. And I'm the only one that's even bothered to approach you. Everybody else is too polite and wrapped up in themselves to make a move."
"So what's your game?" she asked, trying to look deep into him.
He laughed, leaning back against the chair. "On my honor, my 'game' is as shallow as it seems."
"And what honor do rogues have?"
"More than you'd like to think," he said, smiling despite the verbal slap. "The wasps are a threat to all of us, and we thought that we could assist. We weren't about to go to the Federation."
"Why not?"
He shook his head. "When you dispose of a resource like the Federation has, then you deserve to lose access to it when you find out that you actually need it." Barrow went into his pocket, pulling out a datapad. "You know you're way around the ship, right?"
"Why?"
The bat tapped the screen a few times, then slid it across the table. It depicted a map of the ship, with one room highlighted. "This is my room, on D-deck. I'll be there from, say, 2000 hours on."
Sheila snorted in a very unladylike manner. "You still think I'm going to sleep with you."
Barrow stood. "I don't *think* you are. I *know* you are." With that, he walked away, knowing full well that among the myriad of jumbled emotions Sheila was feeling at his exit, curiosity was chief among them. If nothing else, she'd bring back the pad.
\*\*--\*\*
It was one of the few places she could be alone.
Surprisingly enough, the observation deck was one of the less populated areas on the ship; by now, nobody was a tourist. Sheila had seen enough of this ship to know that it was a lot fancier than any vessel she'd served on. They'd even found a way to spruce up the deck with a few tables and chairs, aside of a wide view of the vastness of space. Still, she didn't feel much like looking out, contemplating that when there was plenty to be lonely about already.
"Is there some fur in here?" came a voice, followed by steps. "Oh! You must be the new girl."
"Yeah."
"I'm Soldotna," the other went on, walking into view. "You can call me Dotna, but not Dotty!" There was a little laugh as the chipmunk came into view, walking right up to the window. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Sheila looked up from where she had been sitting on one of the benches, arms curled around her. It was the same space it had always been: big and empty. "Yeah."
A silence passed between the two, and it wasn't exactly comfortable. Dotna cleared her throat. "So... how are you finding Luminous so far?"
The hare thought of all the ships she'd been on previously, and how relatively clean and sleek Luminous was. "She's nice."
Dotna suddenly sighed. "If I tell you something, will you get mad at me?"
"Huh?"
"It's just that... well, Rella sent me after you."
"Rella is...?"
"Senior security officer."
"Right. Makes sense."
Dotna smiled. "We do it to everybody. I even tailed Pyro for a little while. Have you met him?"
Sheila stiffened. "...Yes."
"Oh? When?"
"I used to be on his ship, back when he had one."
"You mean-- Oh." The chipmunk blinked, her nose twitching. "What was he like?"
"Pretty much the same." The hare was going to end it there, but she went on with "I was his back then."
"His?"
"Captain's Femme." Sheila gestured to herself, her paw right under her chest. She was pleased to note that she was a bit bustier than the chipmunk. "Something he reminded me of when we met earlier." At that, Sheila cut her eyes at the chipmunk, finding the expression on her face oddly satisfying. So this was the femme he'd chosen over her? Bitch.
Soldotna's fists clenched. "What did he do?"
"We just caught up on old times, you know. But it got a little rough and tumble. He likes it like that." Sheila looked at Dotna's face as if she was just chatting. "Did you know that sparring gets him hot?"
"It does, does it?" said the chipmunk through gritted teeth.
"Mmhm. I'm still sore."
"Right. Excuse me." Dotna turned and moved to leave, and suddenly Sheila felt bad. She was possibly ruining a relationship for what? She didn't know her at all, and already she'd cast judgment as if she was unworthy... and probably fixing Pyro up to get his ass kicked.
"Wait."
"What," said Soldotna flatly, glaring at Sheila. The look was enough to quail her.
"It... it may not have been entirely his fault. I may have started it."
"That's fine. I'm going to finish it." Without another word, the chipmunk stormed off, and Sheila's ears wilted against her head.
\*\*--\*\*
Pyro was still jumping rope when he heard the door open and a familiar scent come in. "Hey babe," he called out to Dotna, stopping. "How are y--" Then, he detected the difference in that scent, and looked at her a moment before she threw a pair of boxing gloves at his chest. He barely managed to catch them, dropping the rope. "Dotna?"
"Put those on."
"...What's going on?"
Dotna finished tying hers on, and punched her fists together. "We're having a fight."
Pyro blinked. "A... what? Babe, wh-- ugh!" He didn't see the blow to the stomach because he didn't think she was serious. A strike across his chin spun him, and he only barely managed to stay upright. "Dotna, what the hell!"
"I said, we're having a fight."
"I'm not going to fight you until you tell me what the hell's going on!"
"Fine." She charged, swinging again at his midsection, one strike aimed upwards at his chin.
"That's not... what I meant!" he sputtered, dodging those punches and the two that came after them. "Dotna!"
"I said fight me, dirtbag!"
"Why the hell am I a dirtbag?" he growled back at her, taking a strike to the ribs, but settling into a fighting crouch. Now his blood was up.
She didn't answer for a couple more swings, a few he counter punched but only met her blocks. The chipmunk was reckless, looking like she was just trying to pummel him. Finally, she caught him in the shoulder, spun him, then knocked him down with a punch to the ribs. "'Old times' mean anything to you, asshole?"
"What?" Pyro blinked.
"You slept with Sheila!"
The wolf had been getting up when his head jerked up at that. "I--what?"
"You. Slept. With. Sheila!" Punches punctuated every word, and they were barely fended off by the wobbly wolf who ended up on his ass again. "Bastard!" Instead of blocking, this time Pyro grabbed her wrists and pulled, making her tumble into him. He was quick to roll and pin her, but she kicked him, breaking the pin. But now he was actually mad, so he went right back at her, trying to pin her by a few wrestling moves that he half-remembered.
He got her again on her back, her squirming legs held down by his knees. With bared teeth, he growled out "I didn't sleep with Sheila!"
"Then why would she tell me you did?"
"'Cuz she's a vindictive bitch."
"What about her being the Captain's Femme, huh?"
"I'm no longer a captain."
"So what's that make me?"
"My bitch," he said, and kissed her.
\*\*--\*\*
The fact that Sheila didn't show up with his pad only occurred to Barrow as she was leaving. And really only because she had made a point to say that she hadn't. Her conflicting emotions roiled across his doorstep, loud enough that before she hit the call button, he opened the door to let her in. "Wine?" he offered, gesturing to the bottle he had on ice. "I hear that the snow rabbits make some potent stuff."
Immediately, he could tell that she hadn't expected any of this, despite the eventual realization that yes, he was actually a telepath. "Come in and join me for a drink," he offered. The bat detected some kind of mental shift, and chalking it up to her military background, started pouring glasses. "They call this an azure wine, probably for the color. Though it isn't made out of grapes, like the wine from Homeworld. Some kind of fruit more suited to the climate. They also say it's best served chilled." Picking up one, he offered it to her. "I'm beginning to wonder if they don't secretly eat ice cubes."
The joke fell about as flat as he expected. Still, she hesitated, so he shrugged, putting the glass on the table. "I'm not seeking anything complicated, and neither are you. The least we can do is act civilized toward one another." Another flash, and Barrow scoffed. "Any drug I could possibly use to spike your drink I could do by myself with considerably less time and effort. More to the point, I could make you forget you were ever here."
"You've done that?" she asked.
"We did what we could to stay hidden," he answered. He caught her acceptance a moment before she nodded, and she picked up the glass and sat at the table. Wary still, she watched him drink before sipping any herself. "How is it?"
"It's different," she said after a moment of hesitation. "But good."
"Good," he said, grinning. "Drink as much as you like." Evidently, she took him at his word, and she tipped back the entire drink. "Now why would you do something like that?" he asked. "I hope it wasn't for poor old me."
Sheila swallowed, then looked at him. And it was here that he realized there was a blankness in her mind that had nothing to do with her stare. "When you've been pent up for so long, sometimes it takes a little nudging to undo the cork." The smile gradually faded from the bat's face, and he narrowed his eyes. "You keep trying to read my mind. Don't."
Barrow twitched. "How--?"
"Have you bothered to find out anything about me? Have you even looked at my file?"
"File...?" Things were rapidly becoming undone, and Sheila's mind was still blank. What was going on? "I-I know as much about you as you do about me!" he said, trying to laugh it off.
"I didn't think so." She pushed him into a chair, and his arms flailed. "You probably just went around and picked up stray thoughts about me, right? Something like that." The hare made quick work of his pants, tugging them down... and her scent was starting to become stained with her arousal. "Hm. Adequate." Her fingers curled around his stiffening shaft and tugged him hard.
"What?" Barrow stammered.
The hare's steel-gray eyes went right back to his face. "Your name is Barrow. You're 31 years old. You graduated from the Rochester Institute of Medicine, one of the top 10 schools of medicine in the entirety of Homeworld at the age of 24, with honors." Now, her pants were coming down, panties clinging to the apex of her legs for a split second. That she was aroused wasn't even an issue. "You set up a primary care office right after you finished your residency and ran it for 4 years, and patient reviews were through the roof. Referrals came often. Some of these were from the government. Officially, your practice ended due to business drying up, partially due to complaints of invasive practices. It was rumored that you were using your telepathy to access several patients' secrets and were collecting bribes to keep them, but no reports were filed. All your credit accounts were either closed or were seized by bankruptcy courts. Holofeeds have you boarding a shuttle out to the periphery, but exiting before it made it's final destination on Galen with you disappearing into a crowd. Reports got spotty as to your movements from then on, though whenever you did allow yourself to be shown, it was always in the company of other known rogue bats." Off went the shirt, leaving her in just a sports bra. "If you know as much about me as I know about you, then you'd know that I've been a prisoner of the wasps for a considerable amount of time, at least." Her steel-gray eyes caught the recognition in his. "Yeah. Wasps. Psychics, some of them. They liked to toy with my mind, just to see how I would tick. It's a wonder I didn't go around the bend. But I did everything I could to keep sane." She chose then to sit down on him, treating Barrow to the hottest pussy he'd ever been in. Quite possibly the tightest as well, her hips grinding to his. "Oh yeah... it's been too long..."
Usually, Barrow was the one in control. But now, things had spiraled so far out of control that he had to go along with things and try and keep up. He gasped as she rode him, her hips stirring and smashing into his, a wet sound coming from the staccato pace. Even though a part of him was fuming that she had been able to put one over on him, another confused as to how she had trained herself into forming a mental wall, there was a larger part of him that pushed up into her. Sheila felt that, and sneered, and suddenly his compulsion to bite grew larger. It was the best way to bypass the wall.
Before he could bite down on her, though, her paw found his throat and held him back against the chair. "Nuh-uh."
"I... I need to bite!" he gasped.
"Nice try," she said to him, and allowed a memory to drift through. She used his own pad to look up bat physiology!
"But--"
"No biting," she said, picking up the pace. Her breathing got harder, ears tilting backwards as she used him like a toy. Barrow was starting to get close himself, but then she went over, and suddenly she was tighter than ever around him.
A full body shiver ran through Sheila, her eyes tightly shut. Barrow saw this as an opportunity, but that was squashed as she just threw him back against the chair. She didn't say anything for a full thirty seconds, about when her pussy relaxed. "Mm. I said no biting..." she told him, tone gently chiding. Her nose touched his, her gray eyes more like fog than steel. "You need to listen to other furs more," the hare whispered. "They like you better when you do."
"...I need--"
"Don't..." she began, extending her tongue and slowly licking along a neck tendon, following it to his jaw "...lie to me. Sex is the most honest thing there is. Don't sully that." The hare's lips tugged on his. "You don't want to get into my head, Barrow. It'll ruin the mood." Drawing herself from his lap, she sauntered, hips swaying, over to his bed, crawling onto it. Sheila tossed back a smoldering look. "Now come over here and fuck me."
It was a command, not a request. And the part that rankled Barrow most was how fast he obeyed. "That's right," she cooed when he entered her, his cock slamming into her still-tight passage. "Fuck me hard." The anger he felt at having lost so much control translated into bruising thrusts, but she took it all and goaded him for more. She started insulting him, reaching back and slapping his ass, and when she went over a few minutes later, he joined her. He barely had time to relax when he found his cock leaving one warm, wet cavern for another, Sheila bobbing over him to keep him hard. It hurt, a little, but he couldn't disobey her insistence. She pushed him down and rode him again, shuddering through two more climaxes before he could muster a second.
When she turned to bring him a third time, he pushed her away. "Too much for you?" Sheila teased, swinging a leg over the bat's chest to bare her sex. "I want one more..."
"I don't... have any more!"
The hare stopped, her hands having closed in on his spent member. With a flick of her ears, she went up to all fours. "Then lick me." Her pooftail twitched, and Barrow's ears went back. Lick her? She wasn't serious, was she? He'd just--
"Don't mistake this for a request," she told him, and grabbed him by his head, mashing his muzzle right up against her messy folds. "It's your mess... clean it." She was strong, probably because of her military training. Though he had his hands on her rump to try and prevent it, the struggle was brief. "Lick," she commanded him, and he did. The hands to push away became hands to squeeze and spread. His long tongue reluctantly slipped into her, gathering up the fluid he'd deposited, and she ground back into his face, making all sorts of pleased noises.
Her desires became even more clear when the remnants were cleared up and she didn't let him go. And though his jaw started to ache, he guided her through another climax (her sixth? He'd lost count) when she finally released him. She sighed; he panted, and the two of them remained like that for a while: him on his back looking up at the ceiling, and her slumped over on her arms, rump still raised.
Finally, Sheila shifted herself, climbing from the bed and starting to put her clothes back on. The movement caught Barrow's attention, but he made no move to calling her back. "I had a good time," the hare said, looking back at him. "Thanks also for the wine. I'll have to pick some up later. Also, I don't have my own pad so I'm keeping yours. I'm sure you can just get another one, right?" With that, she walked out.
Barrow swore. He cursed her, her attitude, and the fact that he'd been so completely taken off guard by her hard-won mental shielding. He cursed that he'd been so easily cowed. But most of all, he cursed the fact that if she hadn't drained him, he'd be so hard right now.
\*\*--\*\*
For the moment, the only sound that could be heard out of the gym was panting. Then words. "You're still a dirtbag."
A chuckle managed to make its way out of the wolf's muzzle, and he settled for simply nuzzling her neck. "I love you, too."
A sigh, and a shake of the head. "Well, I do know that she was right about one thing, at least."
"Mm?"
"Sparring gets you hot."
"Heh... yeah. It's just... my thing, you know?" he said with a squirm.
"Oh, ngh, hey... stop... stop moving!"
"Sorry." He laid a kiss to the top of her head. "Better?"
"Yeah... but don't move so much, okay? I don't want to be stuck here forever and I already know I'm gonna be sore tomorrow."
"From the fighting?" There was a distinct thumping sound, like a stiff tail hitting a mat.
"From everything. Ass." They rested together for a moment before the chipmunk spoke up again. "You didn't sleep with Sheila, did you?"
"Nope."
"That's what I thought."
"That's what you thought?" he said, incredulous. "So what was all this for, then?"
"Wasn't sure."
"You weren't sure?"
"Mm-mm. But after experiencing this, I'm pretty sure Sheila wouldn't be sitting how I found her on the observation deck."
"I can only hope."
She hit him on his side while he laughed, but she went on. "Also, if you'd just been this... vigorous, then you wouldn't still be in the gym, working out."
"It's a workout onto itself."
"Besides, after that thing with the entire ship and you and Ketchy--"
"For which I am eternally sorry."
"--and for which I will eternally forgive you, because you're not the only one that was messed up there--but after that whole mess, you've always been careful around Ketchy. I'd imagine that you were the same sort of careful around Sheila."
"Pretty much," he said.
"Pretty much?"
"She had me pinned."
Dotna's ears splayed outward. "I'll ask you for details later."
"As you wish." His arms tightened around her briefly, before they went back to lazy relaxation. "You know..."
"Mm?"
"If they're gonna end up like this, then maybe we should have fights more often."
She hit him again, harder this time. | FSE |
Title: Dragon Storm: Chapter 11: Zero motivation, The dragon with sketching envy! by DS-Rio
Tags: Character Development, Dragon, Military, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Story Progression, Story Series, Supernatural
Arthur's Note: Yo! It's just little old me again. I don't have much to say...sorry about my earlier hiatus and enjoy the chapter. Oh, wait there is something to say; I've decided to add an opening. It's just the lyrics though; also I take no credit for it.
\-PREVIOUSLY ON DRAGON STORM-
. Rio was on all fours once more zipping all over the battlefield. Everyone knew they were going to have to work together if they wanted to survive. Wild Horn ran at Rio and luckily restrains him before he could avoid it. Everyone attacked him while he was restrained. War Wolf sliced him in the chest and Cross Wing sniped him in the leg while Tiger Wanghu pressed his remote and his jet appeared and shot four missiles at Rio. Wild Horn threw him into the air at the missiles and even got two shots on him. Rio collided with the four missiles and an enormous explosion covered the sky. Winds picked up to 108 M.P.H; May passed out and was sent flying away. Everyone held on for dear life. Rio roared again causing more earthquakes and fell to the ground in so much pain he could no longer move. Everyone rushed over to where he fell and noticed his strange black markings spreading slowly. They almost completely cover him in black, there was hardly any red skin left on him. The huge dark black aura that was around him slowly faded as did the markings. Just like that Rio was back to normal with not a single scratch on him.
"Your mine now Rio...all mine!" War Wolf said and touched Rio's forehead.
Everyone else looked at each other and fell to the ground at the same time. They could not believe how powerful Rio can get. He was only going to keep getting stronger to. It's a good thing they managed to stop him before his markings completely engulfed him. There is no telling what would have happened. They all were out of ammo and breath and energy and all they did for a while is sit there and survey the destruction of the battlefield. BLACKFANG was almost single handedly destroyed by Rio. Everyone was lost for words.
OPENING:
I guess I'm just trying to thank you? Revealing only little bits of honesty. As days go by we run away, by blaming someone else. For starters, I'm sorry...goodbye! I want to hold you even when you're gone. Please tell me what love and friendship mean! Someday you will present the key to my heart. I want to hold you even when you're gone. Please tell me what love and friendship mean! The door to my heart is shut. Waiting for you. That's good enough for me. Believing in tomorrow!
Dragon Storm
CHAPTER 11: Zero motivation, The dragon with sketching envy!
"So are you ok over their mom?" Tia asked.
Tia was on the phone talking to here mother while watching the forecast. She would call her mom who was out of town for the time being and check up on her. She would get really worried about her since she was never home and she was left in the care of her father's care. Not that her father was irresponsible or anything, it's just that Tia got to see her dad all the time and granted he would take her places every now and then, but that didn't change the fact that Tia was concerned.
"Yes I'm ok dear. and how about you?"
"I am ok thanks to dad, but mom I miss you when are you going to come back? You have been away for almost a month already." Tia said.
"Don't worry, I will be home soon. Try not to worry so much ok? That's how you get gray hair."
"Oh ok. Just be careful mom, I'm watching the forecast right now and they say a bad thunder storm is headed your way." Tia explained.
"I'm working indoors dear, stop worrying so much."
" Ok be sure to eat healthy ok?" Tia said.
"Ok that's my line you know? I am your mother after. Anyway I have to get back to work ok dear."
"Ok I'll talk to you later mom bye, bye!" Tia said.
(Elsewhere: Submarine base)
Quicksilver just walked into his office. He had left to use the restroom and stop by the café to grab a cup of coffee. When he returned he found the mid sized room just as he left it. He walked to his desk and set down and took a sip of his coffee. He glared at all the scattered paperwork and equipment. It was quite messy and enough to drive him up the wall. He wondered if Rio and Lazz were doing all right. He was unable to call Rio or Lazz as of late via codec and he could not figure out why. He thought if they were in danger then they would have called by now. Given the circumstances they must have run into trouble by now and there was nothing he could do about it. Quicksilver pondered this while he drank his coffee slowly. Just then Kilala walked in the room and was on her cell phone. Quicksilver looked over to see her.
"Ok Tia I'll talk to you soon good bye!" Kilala said.
"Talking to your daughter, Tia again?" Quicksilver asked.
"Yeah, sorry... I was just a little concerned about her that's all. At any rate, any luck with the boys?" Kilala asked.
"Not at all Kilala, I feel the same way about Rio. Rio and Tia have been friends for as long as I can remember so it's understandable. And no... I'm afraid I have had no luck in contacting them, however I am going to try again shortly." Quicksilver said.
"Come in! Come in! Is anybody there? This is Lazz, over!" Lazz said.
"LAZZ!? The codec is working?! Are you ok Lazz?" Quicksilver asked.
" Yeah. How come you guys didn't try contacting us?" Lazz asked.
"I need you to believe me Lazz! I have been trying for the past two hours!" Quicksilver stated.
"Hmmm..... Anyway, I have news to report! And questions to ask! " Lazz said.
"That's what we are here for Lazz." Kilala stated.
" Alright, thanks to Rio I have knowledge of BLACKFANGS plan. You see, Rio and I were separated and Rio was captured by BLACKFANG. I guess they then interrogated him in order to find the whereabouts of the remains of Nuker. I don't know how he survived that last attack I saw him take, but I'm not complaining. Rio then must have turned on his codec to relay all the information back to me. I heard it all." Lazz said.
"And Rio?" Quicksilver asked.
"............." Lazz remained silent.
"Damn it!" Quicksilver said.
"What about their plans?" Kilala asked.
"I will be e-mailing it to you from my very own http sever. In this way, no one will be able to track it, thanks to my programming capabilities." Lazz said.
"Nice one Lazz!"
"Who is that?" Lazz asked.
Just then a short pure white-scaled dragon entered the office and joined in the codec conversation. She was a female dragon that had brown fur on the top of her head that started from her two baby blue horns and fell down the back of her neck and stopped at her mid back. Before she spoke again she pushed up her thin glasses with her ring finger.
"Oh sorry, I haven't introduced you two yet. This is Miss. Eubanks. She was assigned to us as our visual and data processing specialist. She designed your codec as well as your Soliton radar system. Contact her if you have questions about either of them." Quicksilver said.
"Why didn't you tell me about her before? On second thought... don't answer that!" Lazz said.
"Nice to meet you Lazz" Eubanks said.
"Make sure to be careful Lazz! They got Rio and they can get you too! The genome griffin soldiers have highly developed senses of hearing and seeing due to their gene therapy." Kilala added.
"Where are you now Lazz?" Quicksilver asked.
"I'm in some sort of office. Don't worry I'm using my G.O.N. to camouflage myself in with my surroundings. Other then that I am sending you this E-mail and instead of watching this bar go across the screen I am drawing a picture while talking to you. " Lazz explained.
"What? Lazz you only have 18 hours left before BLACKFANG launches the nuclear weapon!" Quicksilver stated.
"Lazz you seem...speechless." Eubanks said.
"Oh sorry about that... I just didn't expect a world-class designer of military technology to be my former high school guidance consoler." Lazz explained.
"Small world huh?" Eubanks said.
"Remember Lazz Ineed you to find the Darpa Chief and the president of Dragon tech. " Quicksilver stated.
" The Darpa chief was injected with the same GPS transmitting nanomachines as you." Kilala added.
"So he should appear on your radar." Eubanks said.
"I see." Lazz said.
"Also your radar can handle the weather no problem, however it's all made from currently existing technology so you won't be able to use it in a place with strong harmonic resonance, so be careful." Eubanks said.
"Ok I got it. The E-mail is done transferring now so I'm going to head out now. I'll call again if I'm feeling lonely." Lazz said and put his gear back on.
(Meanwhile: Griffin Stronghold)
Lazz looked at Amy who was on the ground and hadn't moved much since the separation of Rio. Lazz was able to fix her up as best he could with medical supplies he found in a near by cabinet. Lazz thought that she must have grown close to Rio in the time they spent together and missed him. He also thought to himself about how he managed to escape from his encounter with the pseudo-chimera.
(Flashback: An earlier event)
The giant creature roared even louder and started to walk toward Amy. Amy tried to move, but she could not. Lazz didn't know what he should do or what to even think for that matter. He looked up to see the smoke clear. The only visible part of Rio that remained was his dead-still arm that was cover in his blood. The rest of him was buried by dibre. Lazz wanted to move, but he was bound by fear.
Suddenly Lazz pulled out his L.T.D. (laser targeting device) and pressed the button on it. Almost instantly Lazz got up and made a mad dash toward Amy, but away from the Pseudo-chimera. Lazz picked Amy up and carried her away as a rather large laser beam emerged from the heavens and striked the giant beast. It roared in pain and flew off badly wounded, but was quickly interrupted by two heat seeking missiles. They crashed into the beast and it fell to the ground. Meanwhile Tiger Wanghu jumped out of his jet and walked toward Rio's location while talking over his codec, most likely to his supervisor Rock Lizard. He dug up Rio's body and returned to his jet and took off into the sky. Lazz looked back to see this happen and then headed for a small door that led inside. When he got in, it was completely empty and computers were lined up on desks. The first thing Lazz noticed was that they were running on a vista operating system. Lazz hated working with vista he would much rather prefer windows XP then anything else. He sighed to himself and called Quicksilver, his commanding officer for this mission, via codec.
(Flash forward: Stronghold side gate)
Lazz walked while he thought about it. He decided to leave the wolf behind since it was not part of the mission in any way. And it would only slow him down since it was injured and still trying to recover. Lazz found himself at a side gate that lead back into the stronghold. The only problem was that it was heavily guarded. It was beginning to snow now and everything was almost completely blanketed in a giant white fluff. The two spotlights swayed back and forth and covered the whole field that lead to the side gate. Just then Lazz got a call from Quicksilver on his codec and he decided to answer it.
"Yes? What is it?" Lazz answered while looking though his binoculars.
"If you want to get in, there's the side door. It's the fastest way, but there's too much risk in being spotted by the enemy." Quicksilver stated.
" Hmmm.... There is one sentry on the left, and one on the right. There armed with "five five sixers" and pineapples." Lazz said while moving in closer for a better look.
"What about the air duct near the door?" Quicksilver asked.
"Good idea! Alright I'll try it, over and out." Lazz said and sneaked around the sentries and spotlights and entered the air duct.
Lazz was crawling through a ventilation shaft when he all of a sudden found himself thinking about Rio again. He couldn't help it. He felt sorry for the little red dragon. The only reason he ran away from the area was because he was already in a bad situation and was low on ammo and Quintessence from his fight with Thunder Pegasus. Just then Lazz over heard two griffin soldiers talking.
"I moved the Darpa chief into the cell on the first basement floor." The first griffin said.
"What about the vent shaft cleaning?" The second griffin said.
" They just opened the vent covers, they will start spraying them soon." The first griffin said.
Lazz crawled through what seemed like an endless maze of shafts before he had finally found his way down to the basement floor. He figured that this was good because he can only use his G.O.N. to camouflage so many times before he would run out of Quintessence. Then as he made another turn in the shafts he found himself thinking about Rio again. He was just a young dragon. Why did Quicksilver send him on this mission if he knew how dangerous it was going to be? Lazz thought that maybe he didn't make the right choice by putting the mission in front of the well being of his partner. As Lazz was running away he looked back, Rio looked dead and even seemed dead. There is no way he could have survived an attack that powerful from something that was a colossus. However it was only thanks to Rio that he knows about theirs plans. So in other words he has to be alive somehow and somewhere. Just then Lazz finally found the Darpa chief's cell and popped open the vent on the ceiling and hoped down. He found himself looking at a rather tall black dragon. He had a small afro growing on the top of his head and was wearing a business suit with a tie that was poke doted. Lazz then saw his cell and took a closer look. It was small and it smelled of a thousand skunks. He saw only a bed, a sink, and a toilet and that was it. Lazz returned his gaze on the Darpa chief and saw him just sitting on his bed looking back at Lazz in confusion.
" Who are you?" The Darpa chief asked.
"I'm here to save you. You're the Darpa chief, Kazuki Takahashi right?" Lazz asked.
"You're here to save me huh?! What's your outfit? " Kazuki Takahashi asked as he got up and backed away from Lazz.
" I'm the pawn they sent here to save your worthless butt." Lazz said firmly as he seated himself on the floor and started to draw his picture again.
" It's true... you don't look like one of them. In that case hurry up and get me out of here." Kazuki Takahashi demanded.
"Slow down, don't worry. First I want some information.... About the terrorists." Lazz said as he proceeded with sketching his picture.
" The terrorist?" Kazuki Takahashi asked.
"Do they really have the ability to launch a nuke?" Lazz asked while looking up at the Darpa chief.
" What are you talking about?" Kazuki Takahashi asked.
"The terrorists are threatening the Organization I work for, the D.E.O. (Dragon Enforcers Organization.) As well as the government. They say if they don't accede to their demands, they'll launch a nuclear weapon." Lazz explained and then continued sketching his picture.
" Sweet Jesus." Kakuzi Takahashi said.
"Yup. Holy shit Jesus. That's what I said to myself when I found out." Lazz said.
" Yes.... Yes it is very possible.... They could launch a nuke." Kazuji Takahashi said.
" How do they plan to launch?" Lazz asked while not enlightened the least bit.
"..........." Kazuki Takahashi said nothing.
" I thought this place was just for keeping the dismantled warheads.... They shouldn't have access to a missile... " Lazz said.
" What I am about to tell you is classified information. Okay? We were conducting exercises with a new type of experimental weapon. A weapon that will change the world." Kazuki Takahashi said and walked past Lazz to the sink so he can look at himself in the mirror.
"What? Lazz asked.
" A weapon with the ability to launch a nuclear attack from any place on the face of the earth. A nuclear equipped walking battle tank!" Kazuki Takahashi explained.
"You mean that Pseudo-chimera creature?" Lazz asked.
" You've seen it?!" Kazuki Takahashi asked.
"Yeah. There is a satellite orbiting just above this island. I was able to use my L.T.D to knock it out, but not kill it. " Lazz said.
"The Pseudo-chimera is one of the most secret black projects! It's said to rival the nuclear destruction of the legendary dragon Nuker. Nuker had the power or G.O.N. to blast nukes from his mouth, and they are trying to recreate that power, but within a more controllable creature. They say Nuker could also do a million other things with all his different G.O.N.s, but the one everyone wants their hands on the most is his nuclear G.O.N." Kazuki Takahashi explained.
" So that's the reason why you were at this disposal site?" Lazz asked.
" Why else would I come to a god forsaken place like this." Kazuki Takahashi said.
"Doesn't that mean that the Pseudo-chimera project is scrapped since I used a L.T.D. on it? " Lazz asked.
" On the contrary. It's grown into a huge joint project between Dragon tech and ourselves. We were going to use this exercise as raw data and then proceed to mass production. If it hadn't been for the revolution. " Kazuki Takahashi explained.
"Revolution?" Lazz asked and then looked up again.
"The "Teenager" has fallen into the hands of the terrorists.... " Kazuki Takahashi said and then walked away from the mirror and stopped mid way in the room with his back turned to Lazz.
"Teenager?" Lazz questioned.
" Pseudo-chimera Teenager. The code name for the old Pseudo-chimera prototype." Kazuki Takahashi said.
"Wait! There is more then one of these things?" Lazz asked while dropping his pencil.
"Yes. The one you saw was "Teenager" we used to have "baby" but it failed so we disposed of it. We also have "Adult" We are currently working on him. He is to be even stronger then "Teenager". Kazuki Takahashi explained.
"Hmmm.... They're probably already finished arming the warhead and they must be planning to use it with Pseudo-chimera "Adult" these guys are pros." Lazz added.
"Yes. They're all experienced in handling and equipping weapons. " Kazuki Takahashi said.
"But I thought that all nuclear warheads were equipped with safety measures." Lazz said while picking his pencil back up and stared at what he drew thus far, and then proceeded to say. " Some kind of detonation code that you have to input.... " Lazz added.
" Oh you mean P.A.L.(Permissive Action Link) Yes of coarse, there is a P.A.L. It's set up so that you need to input two different passwords in order to launch the device." Kazuki Takahashi said.
"There are two passwords?" Lazz said.
" Yes. Obata knows one and I know one." Kazuki Takahashi said.
"Obata? You mean the president of Dragon tech?" Lazz asked.
"That's right. Each of us needs to input our password or there can be no launch, but they found out my password." Kazuki Takahashi said.
" You talked?" Lazz asked.
" War Wolf can read your mind. That's his G.O.N. you can't resist." Kazuki Takahashi said.
"I almost forgot.... He has psychic powers." Lazz said.
" This is bad. And it's only a matter of time before they figure out Obata's too. If they figure out his password.... They'll be able to launch a nuke with Pseudo-chimera "adult" anytime they want, but there is a way to stop the launch." Kazuki Takahashi said.
"What?" Lazz asked.
"The card keys." Kazuki Takahashi said.
" Card keys?" Lazz asked.
"Yes. They were designed by dragon tech's system developers as an emergency override. Even without the passwords you can just insert the card keys and engage the safety lock. " Kazuki Takahashi explained.
" And if I do that?" Lazz asked.
" Yes. You can stop the launch." Kazuki Takahashi said.
" So where are the card keys?" Lazz asked.
"Obata should have them. Listen you need three card keys in all. I think they are holding him just below us on the second basement floor." Kazuki Takahashi said and then handed me a card. " Here, take my I.D card. It'll open any level three-security door. It's called a P.A.N.(Personal area network) card. It works together with your body's own electrical field.
" Personal area network huh?" Lazz asked as he took the card.
" It transmits data using the salts in your body as the transmission medium. As you approach the door's security devices, they'll read the data stored on the card, and the doors will open automatically." Kazuki Takahashi said.
"Ok let's get you out of here." Lazz said as he put away his drawing and walked to the ventilation shaft he came from.
"Wait, do the D.E.O. plan to give in to the terrorist's demands and what about the pentagon!?" Kazuki Takahashi asked, but then he suddenly grabbed his chest in pain and screamed. Shortly there after, he fell to the ground and died.
Lazz saw this and jumped into the ventilation shaft quickly. He placed the vent back over the opening and watched as griffin soldiers engulfed the room. They were all wondering what had just happened and so was Lazz. Then they all ran out of the room and carried the body with them. Lazz didn't know what they were up to, but he had no further use in him anyway, he had gotten all the information that he needed and was ready to move on with his mission.
Arthur's comment:
Will Lazz be able to make it out of the ventilation shafts before they start spraying or will he get lost in a seemingly endless maze within the stronghold?
Dose Rock Lizard have something to do with the death of Kazuki Takahashi? And what has he done with Rio?
Stay tune. | FSE |
Title: The Law of the Pack Part VI: The Beginnings of Something More? by Ragnarok1234
Tags: Kissing, School, Teenagers, Wolf
Jim woke early the following morning, to a most wonderful smell. He smiled, eyes still closed, and leaned forward, grasping and laying his muzzle on top of the warm furry pillow, without considering what it was made of. With that, Jim fell back asleep.
Kate woke up a few minutes later, and felt like she had an extra layer of fur wrapped around her. She realized what that bag of fur was, and growled, trying to slide out from underneath the paws that were holding her there, but they grasped her tight against the sleeping body once more. Kate's eyes narrowed, and she kicked out with her right hind leg. It connected with Jim's thigh, and he jumped up, yelping. "What was that for?" he exclaimed.
"That?!" Kate replied. "That was for trying to sleep with me!" Jim growled.
"I did no such thing!" he replied, angry.
"You were practically riding my tail!" Kate replied.
"You wish!" Jim said, turning, and leaving the cave, fuming. Kate gave him a moment, and then went to apologize.
"Hey," she said, padding up beside Jim. He sidestepped away from her, and she moved back up next to him. "I'm sorry I kicked you."
"Whatever," Jim replied, looking away. Kate huffed, and walked around in front of Jim's line of sight, hunkering down before him. "What are you doing?" Jim asked, bewildered.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Kate asked, shaking her tail and hind end.
"Hmm, looks to me like an Alpha who's acting like an Omega," Jim said, the corners of his mouth turning up. "You would *never* do something like that, now would you?" Kate's response was to growl.
"I'm gonna get you!" she said, pouncing at Jim, who deftly stepped out of the way.
"Apparently not," Jim replied, turning around to face the female wolf.
"Yeah, watch... THIS!" Kate exclaimed, leaping through the air once more, and, once more, Jim moved out of the way. Though, at the last second, Kate twisted around, and knocked Jim to the ground. She pinned him to the ground, and he snapped at her, though he couldn't move to get up.
"Cheater!" he shouted, snapping his jaws at her.
"Winner is more like it," Kate replied
"Meh," Jim said, pushing the female off of him, and getting to his feet. "I'd like to see you do it again."
"That a challenge?" Kate asked.
"You couldn't do it, even if it was," Jim said, forgetting about his initial anger at being kicked.
"Bet me," Kate said, hunkering down one more time.
"Alright!" Jim said. "You and me, right now. You pin me, and I'll do whatever you ask me to do, one time." Kate didn't like where this was going.
"...and if *you* win?" she asked, nervously.
"If I win, you know what I want," Jim said, grinning.
"Jim, that... I can't..." Kate stammered.
"Hey, if you can't accept the consequences, don't run with the big dogs, girl," Jim said, laughing. "You lose, and you do whatever I ask you to do, one time. Take it or leave it." Kate nodded, and circled around, trying to think how best she could take Jim out. She eventually saw her opening, and took it. Jim had purposely left himself open to attack, and relied on his superior speed to spin around. In a flash of fur, Jim had Kate flipped upside down, and pinned firmly to the ground. Both panted from the quick physical effort.
"I told you," Jim said, "don't try running with the big dogs unless you can handle it." Kate frowned, and whimpered, knowing she had to keep up her end of the bargain. "Now, you know what it's time for," Jim said, grinning devilishly. Kate's breathing stopped, knowing what the male was about to do. She closed her eyes, and waited for the inevitable. It didn't come. She waited thirty seconds, and then opened an eye, wondering what happened to Jim. He was still holding her down when she opened her eyes, but as soon as she opened them, he climbed off of them, and sat down. "I want you," he began dramatically, causing Kate to whimper slightly, "to sit here in front of me, and keep your eyes open, for thirty seconds." Kate did as she was told, questioning the strange directives the wolf gave, and sat in front of him, their noses not a foot away from each other.
When fourty seconds went by, and Jim had not ravished her, she began to wonder what was going on, until Jim said, "you're done," leaned forward, and tenderly kissed her on the mouth. Shock crossed her mind, and all conscious thought slipped away for a moment, until she came back to reality, and realized she was kissing the male wolf back. Jim's tail swung back and forth, brushing dirt around on the ground, and she didn't even realize that hers was also. Jim pulled back as suddenly as he started, and Kate almost went with him, not wanting to stop.
"Does that count as what you were going to do to me?" Kate asked, dreamily. Jim shook his head.
"Nope, the only thing I asked you to do was sit in front of me for thirty seconds. You let me kiss you," Jim replied. "I would never do something like that to you without your permission, or, at the very least, your having not been forced to do it. Was it good for you?" Kate sighed, enraptured.
"I'm... not quite sure. Maybe you should do it again, so I'll know for sure..." she leaned forward, and met Jim halfway. Their muzzles locked, and Jim could taste the caribou that Kate had for breakfast the day before. He pulled back, and Kate asked him what was wrong.
"Is that caribou?" he asked.
"Um, yes?" Kate replied, rubbing her mouth with her paw, embarrassed. "I'm sorry..."
"For what?" Jim asked, leaning in to within an inch of her muzzle, "I love caribou." She kissed him, and he explored her muzzle with his long tongue. Kate's came out to meet his, and they danced around each other's mouths for close to a minute, before Jim broke off the kiss." We should probably get to class now," he said, and turned around. Kate yelled at him.
"Hey! Don't think you don't have to sleep on the opposite side of the cave now, because of this!" she growled.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Jim replied, grinning. "Come on!" Kate walked up beside him, and pushed him to the left. He pushed her back, and they walked to the Alpha's den, playfully shoving each other back and forth, their tails wagging. | FSE |
Early morning and the sun shone through the window. Not nearly enough to wake him up, but the blaring alarm that he forgot to turn off the night before sure was. Grumbling and with his eyes just barely open, JT turned around in his bed to hit the snooze button, only to remember it was his phone and not some digital clock he’d bought in a yard sale; he’d crushed that a couple of weeks prior, and old habits had a tendency to die hard. He turned around once more, hoping to get a few more minutes of rest before the second alarm went off in five minutes’ time, only to have his swollen chest bump into the wall midway through the rotation and remind him of what he’d done the previous night. So it hadn’t been a particularly vivid dream, then. A perfect reason to stop drinking whatever it was that came in the unmarked cans he got for Christmas, even if the buzz was tremendously satisfying. Shaking the sleepiness out of his eyes, he raised himself to a sitting position, rubbing his temple as the incoming headache made itself well known after he dared to let the light in. Hopefully temporary, seeing as he had more important things to deal with than a mounting migraine. Stretching his arms and legs, immediately feeling work to do with the latter, the daily morning checklist began to be looked over. First off, chest. Yup, it was there, it was full. Quite full, in fact; pressing his fingers into the stretched skin revealed very little give, and it took that long before his conscious mind could start registering the faint creaking that came with each of his motions. He was surprised, it had been some time since he’d filled himself to that degree, even in an inebriated state; the more he played around with them, the more those tits sloshed about, kept firm, perky and perfectly spherical from the amount of fluid pumped into them. He made a mental note not to get rid of those for the time being; he quite liked the look, at least temporarily. Hell, maybe he’d find an opportunity to make ‘em even bigger, he figured they could take a few dozen more gallons each before getting close to a limit. Secondly… mhmm, no cockrings, no sheath apparatus to keep him plugged, just the same old giant mass of sensitive flesh that had grown to the point where it was more impracticable to try and hide it than just flaunt it and damn the consequences. Emerging from it, its tip poking out from atop the vision-obscuring bosom he was sporting, the usual morning wood, eager to clog yet another drain and force him to spend an hour or two working a plunger. Finally… the usual problem. Whatever had led him to hook two pumps to his chest ports and let the machine work its magic the night before had certainly done a number on his body and mind, seeing as how his slorshing orbs had bloated up enough that they made for perfect leg rests. The sad part was they weren’t even properly stuffed; ever since his body decided to calm the hell down and keep to still-massive but more manageable sizes, JT had barely ever felt the
experience of his balls actually filling up properly. Even in that state, he knew full well that they still had so much more to go… but, still, a checklist is a checklist, and disappointed though he may be, he had to follow it. Heaving his heft off the bed and letting it squish onto the floor, JT got a front row seat to his floorboards cracking, something that he had, surprisingly, not heard in quite some time. This immediately sent alarm bells ringing in his head; he was so small, how the hell was he wrecking the floor? Getting up and adjusting his legs to place most of his size behind him, he started the long journey of dragging the cumstuffed tanks underneath him over to the bathroom… only to nearly trip and fall forwards when they refused to yield an inch before he was able to react. Alright, that was… new. The last time he’d been incapable of moving those things had been during the slight stint the previous month, where he had plugged himself for a couple of weeks and they ended up growing bigger than several apartment blocks. Hell, he used to wake up three or four times bigger than today at minimum and still lug them around. But, try as he might, the sack wouldn’t move. He could stretch it out as much as he wanted to, but it almost felt like it was glued to the ground; worse still, the more he tugged on it, the more the rest of his body reacted to what it interpreted as stimulation. It wouldn’t take long before that morning wood he was sporting began to leak profusely, sending shivers up his spine and worry right into his brain when he started to understand the slight predicament he was in. Alright, Plan B. It had been some time since he had to use those things, but unable to move as he was, there was no other alternative. Picking his phone up from the desk and pulling up the seldom-used custom app, JT got to watch as the doors of his wardrobe flung open and two pancake-shaped metal disks came floating out. The hoverdisks buried themselves beneath his heavy orbs, before he activated their lift mode and let them work their magic. … only for the display to flash an error message and the two disks to shudder loudly as they struggled to pick up the two gigantic balls. “WARNING: WEIGHT CAPACITY AT SAFETY LIMIT”, written in bright red letters and surrounded by warning triangles and the word “ERROR” over and over again. Simultaneously the best and most confusing thing he’d seen in a while, this left JT in a state of utmost confusion; he’d just managed to drag them off his bed, why were they suddenly so heavy he could barely even move them around? Bah, no matter. There would be time to worry about that later, after he was done emptying those things out and making himself mobile again. Barely managing to fit through the bedroom door again, both atop and below, he almost tripped over again when finally squishing out into the corridor, grumbling all the way to the bathroom while making extra sure he wasn’t putting the hoverdisks under too much strain. What was usually a quick, if tight trip was taking at least three
times as long, not to mention having quite the… effect on his body. Morning wood was one thing, but having to drag those overstuffed tankers around was turning up the heat everywhere on him, and what used to be a distant want for just emptying those orbs out there and then, painting the corridor white, came closer and closer to reality with each passing moment. It was getting harder to ignore the twitching and clenching, even harder to stifle the desire to loudly announce how much he was enjoying it. But he had to do it. For the sake of the carpet, if nothing else. It wouldn’t be until he got to the actual bathroom door that he noticed that, oddly enough, it was shut close. And the door at the end of the corridor, leading into his roommate’s bedroom, was… open… … oh, that wasn’t good. Immediately he began banging on the closed door, biting his lips as the vibrations coursed through him and not only made the tight pressure mounting in his lower body even worse, but just forced his overstuffed chest to creak louder and louder each time, both things feeding off one another to make what was supposed to be an easy draining task a dangerous recipe for flooding. Despite his insistence, no answer was coming from the other side; the faint sound of a shower, however, was perfectly audible. “Bea?” he called out, “Bea, I need to use the bathroom, please!” “In a minute, I’m getting ready!” came the canine’s response, “You took all the pumps yesterday so I need to use the shower!” Wait, what was she saying? “Wait, what?!” JT yelled out, hoping he didn’t hear that right, “What are you doing in the shower?!” “I told you, I’m getting ready!” came the muffled reply from within, the noise of running water vanishing along with it, “I need to fill up, I’m going out today~!” “Bea, for the love of…” - JT stopped himself, taking a deep breath and doing his best not to start yelling over something as silly as that - “Can you do that after I’m done draining myself please?”
“Why are you gonna drain yourself, it looks good on you!” the dog responded, leading JT to think that she might very well have had something to do with how stuffed his chest was, “I’m not gonna make room if you just wanna get rid of your tits, honey~” There were many ways he could respond to that, but none that wouldn’t need him to apologize later; best that he just keep quiet for the time being, even if it did hurt not to jab back in the same manner. Bea must’ve thought something similar, since she didn’t say anything else, quietly enjoying her little filling session without any rude interruptions, until all JT could hear was the subtle sloshing of distant waves and the increasingly-louder sounds of creaking taking over the bathroom. Rubbing his eyes in an attempt to force the annoyance out of him, he was momentarily distracted by his phone, neatly tucked away in his own cleavage, as it vibrated with a new message. Expecting some kind of teasing about the previous night, it’s with some concern that he saw it was actually another error message from the two hoverdisks below him; paying the slightest bit of attention would reveal them to be straining even more audibly than they had before, and if the warning about weight limits being exceeded was any indication, all that gurgling he was hearing wasn’t just for show. Turns out his body did have a mind of its own; hearing everything that was going on inside the bathroom had “encouraged” it to try and match the imagined size the dog was pumping herself up to, even as its owner was desperately trying to slow it the hell down and get himself back to somewhere more normal. Thankfully for him, the shower was eventually turned off and Bea could be heard humming from the other side of the locked door, signalling that, though she may not be truly satisfied with her size, she was at least done with it, and the bathroom would be made free soon enough. Having learned not to be anywhere near the impact zone when this happened, JT slowly took a few steps back, wincing as his heavier orbs all-but refused to move with it. The door opened moments later, revealing a large, pink swollen mass of flesh that he quickly identified as being a nipple with a gigantic areola around it, forcing itself through the tiny opening only to get caught in the doorframe. Each squish filled his ears with the sounds of the dangerously-overtaxed skin creaking in protest, each motion sending currents and waves crashing against one another in the ocean roiling inside each one of those mammothian mammaries. Every single time she did that. Bea knew full well it didn’t fit, and yet somehow found enjoyment in trying to squeeze through. Every single damn time. “This is… somewhat subdued for you, Bea,” JT commented, recalling much, much worse days, “did something happen?” “What?!” came a muffled yell from the other side of the mountains of boob.
“I said this is somewhat subdued for you!” he shouted back, hoping she’d hear that time. “Oh yeah! Yoga instructor said I wasn’t allowed to break into the building anymore! Hold on…!” The nipple backed away, only for the entire wall around it to start rumbling, bits of plaster falling off and showering him in small clouds of debris. Already resigned to having to pay for yet another section of the wall to be replaced after the canid was done flaunting, JT didn’t even bother getting out of the way, knowing it was already too late to avoid being buried under a small mound of rubble. It was to his surprise that, rather than bursting outwards and damaging the house’s structure, the wall began to sink into the ground, pulled down by invisible mechanisms and grinding horribly as it vanished underneath him, until finally slotting perfectly level with the ground and revealing Bea for the first time that day. The water bill was going to be horrifically massive that month considering how much she had bloated herself. Still nothing compared to her wilder days, but it’s not like anyone else was walking around with tits so large that they barely fit the space between the floor and ceiling and managed to occupy the entirety of a bathroom all by themselves. Even more so, since now they had room to spill over and could take up even more of the house without needing to be squished. “Wha-... wh-... ho-...” JT spluttered, utterly confused, “How?!” “Oh, I had this installed last night,” Bea stated matter-of-factly, moving forward and picking the shower head back up, unscrewing the head itself and hooking the pipe to her hips, “move a bit to the side, I need to do my ass.” “How did you install this last night?! When did that happen?!” “Oh please, hun, everyone will do anything for a pair of tits this big,” Bea murred, letting the water flow into her lower expanders and carefully watching her ass burgeon with newfound wieght, “I just had to smush them a little bit and they did everything I wanted~” “Who’s they? What even… what?!” he stuttered back, already worried about having to pay for a construction project that large. “Don’t worry your fuzzy lil’ head, hun,” came the reply, Bea offering him a gently scritch of his neck fluff, which felt far too good for his liking, “just go on and empty out, I’ll be done soon~”
“Your ass is taking up the whole bathroom, Bea.” “Oh goodness, so it is, sorry~” JT rolled his eyes; Bea knew what she was doing, and the whole thing had just been an excuse to show off what was, to him, an impossible construction project; just for the sake of flaunting her body even more than she already did. Not that he was going to complain, of course; they had chosen to move in together after knowing one another’s predilection for growth and expander implants, so this had been a more or less predicted outcome. It’s just that he honestly wished she wouldn’t do this so early in the morning; it was hard to get fired up over a body like that when yours was barely even awake to begin with. So he stood there, watching as his roomie took up even more room than she normally did, her corridor-filling chest pressing harder and harder against the outer wall as it was forced to make room for an equally-sloshing pair of asscheeks that now threatened to take down another wall entirely; one he was almost sure hadn’t been turned into a moving panel. Playfully sticking her tongue out when she decided she was done, Bea made the trek all the way to the front door, making such a racket that JT feared the windows would wobble out of their frames; the creaking had reached such an apex that it felt like her entire body had suddenly turned into gold-coloured latex, the churning and eternal sloshing that arose from every painfully-taken step enough to put most ocean storms to shame. But she did manage to get to the door… if only to keep moving forward and break open a hole in the wall. “Oops, forgot to make this one me-proof as well!” she called out, trying to fit down the stairs, “Don’t worry, I’ll get it later~!” Rolling his eyes had become a common occurrence by that point, but JT couldn’t help but share Bea’s love for what she did. In some corner of his mind, he too wanted nothing less than to just hook himself up to as many pumps as he could and just throw away the remote until he turned into a living object of worship… but the bills had to be paid somehow, and dragging himself around in that state would probably make it difficult to get into traffic. At least now he could go back to his usual routine. He dragged his swollen self over to where the “milker” was, handily fitting his unfortunately-not-as-expanded butt onto the curved seat and making himself comfortable for what was about to come. A few button presses later and the machinery grinded into life, his still-erect member covered by a clear glass tube, big enough to fit the torso-length beast; a simple confirmation prompt later and he was well on his way to having those densely-packed orbs of his drained to a size more easily carried around. It should be maddening at that size, and it probably was for other people; but for someone like JT, used to
dwarfing houses in his better days, it was little more than the usual. After all, the fact that he was even able to use the machine at all was proof enough of that, seeing as most of the time he barely even managed to fit the tip, let alone the whole thing. But it wouldn’t be until a chance glance to the side that he noticed Bea had left him a present, or at least had conveniently forgotten the unhooked shower pipe on a shelf just close enough to where he was seated that he could easily reach over to it. Seeing as she knew what he wanted to do that morning, he doubted it was coincidental. He looked down at himself. Though his balls were, oddly enough, not shrinking, he could at least feel their weight lifting off from him… so he figured he could indulge himself a little bit; it was easier to lug around his weights up top than it was the ones down below, and it’s not like they were that big. He smiled, figuring that some part of his lizard brain would have to win out eventually, and carefully hooked the pipe up to one of the expander ports underneath his ample chest. Guess he was going top-heavy to work that day. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Hot Wives Investment Club Ch. 01
Tags: hot wife, big cock, mystery, police drama, crime drama, blowjob, pussy eating, interracial, adultery
*The chronological order of my stories is as follows:
Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Trilogy Series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act series, Case of the Murdered Bride series, The Credit Card Caper series.
The Hot Wives Investment Club, Ch. 1.
Feedback and* constructive *criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.*
**Part 1 - Prologue**
*"Hap-ppy Birth-day... tooooo... yooooo...*
As the singing died down, I leaned over and blew out the 31 candles on my cake. It was October 26th, and it was my birthday. The cake was a large, rectangular red velvet cake with that delicious white cream-cheese frosting, one of my very favorites. On top, written in red, were the words "Happy Birthday Iron Crowbar!" and a long red crowbar in red frosting beneath the words.
We were in the back room of The Steakhouse. The party was being hosted by John "Jack" Colby, and was not that large. I'd been given a birthday cake at Headquarters, and all the Detectives and many Patrol Officers streamed through, consuming the six(!) large birthday cakes that had been brought in.
So tonight it was just me, Laura, our babies Carole and Jim, my mom Phyllis, Cindy Ross and Jenna Stiles, Tanya Perlman and Baby Pete and Barry Oliver (they're sure spending a lot of time together, I thought to myself), Martin Nash and Sandra Speer, Jack Muscone, Paulina Patterson and her husband, Melina and Daniel Allgood, Chief Griswold and his wife, and Molly Evans, who was now looking very heavily pregnant, as she indeed was.
Teresa Croyle had been invited but had sent regrets, saying she had a previously scheduled mission that she couldn't get out of. Todd and Jeanine Burke had also sent regrets. I wondered if they weren't coming because Melina and Daniel were here.
Daniel was somewhat breaking the protocol of not associating with Police while running for Sheriff. I had told them to get their asses to the party: if anyone objected, just tell them Melina came to her sister's husband's birthday party and that was that, so be it. Melina looked very happy, and I was happy to see that.
Molly had been put on 'restricted duty' with the Midtown Police Force, so she was going to stay up here, and at The Cabin, and deliver my baby at University Hospital. Jack Muscone had broken up with his girlfriend, and so I suggested he spend time talking to my mom. I might have mentioned to him that my mom was a Cougar, and a lot of college guys seemed to hang around her. He got the hint, and was sitting next to her and talking to her all through the party.
Some humor came when Chief Griswold was holding Carole. She became inquisitive of that strange feature upon his face, his large handlebar mustaches. The Chief was very patient with her, and as she felt them she emitted a piercing laughter. The Chief could be a very good grandfatherly type when he wanted to be, I noted. Meanwhile, Carole was thoroughly entertained in discovering and exploring strange new things...
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"Here, take this." my wife said, handing me a 'gray viagra' pill, then added "Why don't you put Carole to bed, and I'll get changed." I knew what that meant: she was finally medically cleared to have sex, and she was going to put on something hot and sexy for me. In addition, she had not let me into our marital bedroom all day, so I knew she had a big surprise for me.
Once Carole was in her crib and sleeping, I headed back to the bedroom. A lovely sight awaited me. Laura was wearing a filmy silver-white see-thru teddy, and my God! did she look hot in it. She was also wearing very high heel silver slides with a clear strap over the toes and a nearly invisible clear strap around the back of her heels to keep them in place. I felt myself growing throbbing hard.
"Now let me show you your birthday present." Laura said as I came into the bedroom and closed the door. The bed's headboard was against the wall to my right. On the wall to the left, facing the bed, was a huge flat TV screen mounted to the wall. Playing on the screen were images of people fucking; my wife had put what looked like a porn tape on the DVD.
"Think that'll help us in our fucking?" Laura asked seductively, whispering into my ear.
"Yeah..." I said, "though the way you look tonight is all I need to get fired up." I took my wife into my arms and kissed her mouth deeply. "Thanks, baby."
"Does the actress in this next scene look familiar?" Laura asked. I looked at the TV. It was my wife, and she and the college stud Nick Eastwood were making out, hotly kissing in her little bedroom near her office. I felt my wife's hands undoing my shirt buttons and undressing me as I watched. My cock throbbed at the sight of a handsome young stud making out with my wife. It made me want to do the same with her, and my tongue twined with my wife's as we deeply kissed again, my cock throbbing, my whole body on fire.
"Mmmm, now I want to eat some pussy." I said, once I was stripped naked, my thick cock standing straight out, taut and iron hard, due to Laura's soft hand gently jacking the shaft. My wife allowed me to walk her backwards to the edge of the bed. Once she fell upon it, she arranged herself with her head on the pillows and her long, luscious legs spread wantonly.
Her pubic bush was growing back, but she was keeping it very trimmed and above her labes. Still, the contrast of the dark patch of hair, her white skin, and the brown and pink pussy below was just more stimulation adding to my heated arousal.
I slid down onto the bed and eased myself between my wife's spread legs. Normally I'd start at her elegant feet and kiss and lick my way up her magnificent legs, but tonight we were both too horny and aroused. I did kiss Laura's inner thighs, working my way towards her sopping wet slit, her cuntlips engorged and begging for my oral attention.
I pushed Laura's legs up and back until her knees were next to her big, milk-filled breasts and her feet in her high heels pointing straight up into the air. Then, famished with sexual hunger, I dove in.
"Ohhhhhh!" my wife moaned as I made first contact with her slit. I licked from the bottom of her pussy near her 'taint' and up to her clit in one long, luxurious lick. It had been weeks since I'd tasted this wonderful pussy, and it was heaven for me as well as for her. I immediately began eating her more deeply, sucking her cuntlips until they were distended and wide open, letting my tongue harshly lash her clit to make her groan, then sliding my tongue as deep into her cunthole as I could get it, orally exploring her cunt-cave, knowing how good it was going to feel to sink my cock balls-deep into her depths.
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"Okay honey, it's time. Fuck me, fuck me with that big hard cock of yours!" my wife gasped. Laura had come hard twice, her juices gushing into my mouth as I greedily lapped them up.
I mounted her, trapping her legs beneath my arms as her hand reached down to guide me into her. I had generously lubed her cunt and my cock as my tongue strummed her clit, using my fingers to get the slippery lube deep into her pussy. We knew the lube was needed for the long, hard fuck we were anticipating.
"Oh, yes! Oh *God* yes!" Laura gasped out as I thrust into her, sinking almost all of my meat into her pussy with one hard stroke. I pulled back until I was nearly outside of her, then shoved my iron hard rod back into her until our pelvises smacked together.
"Oh God, darling, it's so wonderful having you back inside me!" Laura gasped, joy and pleasure in her ragged voice. "Fuck me with that beautiful cock!" I suited my deed to her words as I began pumping into her with a smooth, steady rhythm. I didn't want to fuck her too roughly, but it was hard holding back. I wanted to be inside this woman, I wanted to pump my cock in and out of her forever!
"Oh geez, Laura, it's so good to be back inside you!" I moaned. "Oh God, I love you so much!" I bent over and kissed her mouth, not a deep kiss but a gentle french-kiss with our tongues battling right at our touching lips.
"Mmmmm, I love you so much, too!" Laura replied, her voice barely a whisper. "How does it feel inside me? Looser?"
"It feels great." I said. "Not really looser, but I feel like I'm going deeper than I ever have before."
"Keep fucking me, darling, keep sinking that big hard thing balls-deep!" Laura said. With her legs trapped under my arms, she couldn't really respond to my thrusts, but I felt her clutching her cuntwalls at me as I would pull out, as if trying to keep me inside. The added pleasure, as well as the sight, smells and sounds of mating with my beautiful wife, had me reaching the crest far faster than I wanted.
"You might as well pull out and come in my mouth." Laura said. "Your sperm won't do any good down there, anymore." I could sense that my wife still felt some pangs at not being able to have more of my children, but I wasn't worrying about that at the moment.
"Whose birthday is it, baby?" I grunted. "It's mind, and I'm going to come inside your hot cunt. Do you know how good it feels for me to shoot my load deep inside you, baby? It's the best feeling in the world, and I'm going to feel it right now..." I began pumping harder and faster. Then I lowered myself until my full weight was on Laura's chest and abs, and slid my hands down to clutch her luscious asscheeks, pulling her hard into me. "Oh yeah, here it comes... oh yeah, oh God, OH GOD DAMN!! UHHH!!"
Blast after blast of hot semen shot out of my cock and deep into my wife's eagerly receptive pussy. Swirls of gray and red-hot mists blinded me as I let my mind go fully into the ecstasy of my release into the incredible woman beneath me. When it finally was over, I was gasping for breath as I nuzzled Laura's neck. I released her legs, still lying fully on her, and we kissed deeply and lovingly for long minutes...
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I was lying on my back, Laura kneeling by my right side, her mouth deeply sucking my cock. The 'gray viagra' had been productive, and I'd gotten hard and ready again very quickly. I was idly watching the sex scenes playing out on the large TV screen. Laura had strung together a long sequence of various recordings, including some of her and myself making love.
"I think you'll be interested in the one coming up." Laura said. As her mouth descended upon my shaft again, I looked up at the screen. To my surprise, it was a tape of Trish Donolan and other Hedonists being fucked hard and deep by two young studs, including Trish's friend Catherine 'Cat' Clausen. The one fucking Cat was unknown to me, but I recognized the boy fucking Trish as my nephew Todd's buddy Teddy Franklin. The action on the screen was hot, and watching it as my beautiful wife deeply sucked my throbbing cock was very intense...
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It was some time later. Laura was riding me, enjoying undulating her luscious body as she ground her cunt against my cock that was impaling her to the hilt. I was not responding hard, letting my wife do the work, knowing that she really enjoyed doing this and had come twice already. I did suck her big breasts as they hung over my face, swallowing the milk that flowed from her nipples.
Only the eerie light of the TV screen bathed the room in a bluish glow, as the lamps had been turned off. Laura's body was blocking my view of the screen, but I'd rather watch her anyway. Then I felt a strange sensation wash over me, something between sleepy dreaming and unearthly clarity of vision. I was seeing and feeling Dr. Gloria Searles, the gorgeous black-haired woman with the fantastic legs, riding me, fucking me. I let myself revel in the dream, wanting to feel myself inside Gloria, wanting to fuck her, mate with her, wondering if I could induce the cold bitch in her to melt and take me inside her in sinfully adulterous passion. I was sure going to try to seduce her, I thought dreamily...
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"Guys, what *are* you doing?" Cindy asked as Molly and Jenna walked around The Cabin.
Molly was staying in The Cabin as she awaited the impending birth of my baby in two to three weeks. Cindy and Jenna had come over after the birthday party to shoot the bull and have a few drinks. Much girl-talk ensued.
"I heard that Old Man Bonniker built secret passages into this house." Jenna said. "It was rumored he had a secret wine cellar, too, which was a safe room he could hide inside of."
"Oooooh, let's go look for it." Molly had said. That had prompted Cindy's question as she watched her lover and her sister knocking on wall panels.
"Guys, this is Don's house!" Cindy said.
"Yes, it is." Molly said. "And I want to know what secrets he's hiding from us, don't you? Like where all the other crowbars are kept."
"C'mon, you're intruding on his privacy." Cindy said, feeling uncomfortable.
"Well, come help us, then." Jenna said. "Hmmm, if there were a secret cellar, I think Mr. Bonniker would've had it dug into the mountain itself. Let's look in the front bedroom and the TV room." Jenna explored the small downstairs bedroom, which was actually more my study, while Molly tapped on the walls of the TV room that adjoined the greatroom with its huge wall of windows.
They explored the upstairs, unerringly finding the closet behind the wall in the master bedroom. They looked around downstairs again, going through the nearly-empty closets.
But they did not find the secret panel that led to the cave dug into the mountain, the front part which was a wine cellar, and behind another secret panel was my little room where my electronic eavesdropping devices fed into and my ultra-secure computers were. However, if they'd found the rooms, they'd have found nothing... I'd removed all the equipment from the secret room a couple of months before. The stuff was in storage behind a secret wall panel in my mother's basement apartment, waiting for me to find a new location to set the stuff up. And I had no way of knowing how fortunate my actions would be...
After giving up their search, Molly headed off to bed, dreaming of being deeply fucked by my cock, feeding off the energy I was sending into the Universe as I fucked Laura. Cindy and Jenna fell asleep on the sofas downstairs...
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"So how was your work today?" Tanya asked as she put her sleeping baby son in his crib.
"Pretty good." said Barry Oliver, who was climbing into bed after undressing, admiring Tanya's hot body in the nightgown as she turned and stepped over to the bed. "We're getting the process CNC machines in place, and Todd has secured more financing for us. I don't know how he does it, but he charms them all and they can't wait to throw money at him."
"That's good." Tanya said, slipping into bed and snuggling up with Barry. "How are the new hires doing?"
"That's been pretty hard." Barry said. "We've found three that once worked under what I call suspicious circumstances... a couple that were once at DynaCorp, Seth caught them rather quickly, and we suspect they'd be moles. But then I caught another couple that had been in places like Langley, Virginia, and at a couple of Universities where 'certain' projects were going on."
"It's good you're catching on to them. Don has been worried about that." said Tanya. "He's trying to put the pieces together of what he thinks is an industrial espionage ring operating here in the County, as well as other places. The FBI asked him to work with them on it."
"Yeah, he's right that there are people out there who love to steal industrial secrets..." said Barry, "... and some of them are working on behalf of that same Federal Government. They're really trying to penetrate us.
"Speaking of 'penetrating'," Tanya said sexily, letting her hands and lips explore Barry's young body, "let's put the company aside and concentrate on you penetrating me."
"Sounds like a good plan." Barry said as he rolled on top of the sexy policewoman. His penis, throbbing hard and just under seven inches in length, easily found Tanya's sopping wet slit, and he indeed penetrated her- balls deep, burying his meat to the hilt in her womanly heat. He began a smooth, steady rhythm of fucking, and Tanya began moaning as pleasure coursed through her body. Barry's scientific precision and skill translated well to the bedroom, and he fucked her with skillful pistoning action, his ass bouncing up and down as he thrust deep into her again and again...
**Part 2 - Undercover(s) Operations**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" yelled the lovely redhead reporter from outside the Hyatt Hotel north of Town. It was 7:00am, Oct. 30th. "Channel Two News is following the big Board meeting of BigPharmaCorp today! CEO and Chairman of the Board, multi-millionaire Donovan Donolan, is expected to make remarks on BigPharmaCorp's earnings today, which are expected to show tremendous, record profits for wealthy shareholders. There is plenty of security for the Board and Shareholders here at the Hyatt Hotel, as the possibility of protests from environmentalist groups, as well as Occupy groups protesting the widening gap between the haves and have-nots, is always an issue."
"In other news," continued Bettina, "while the BigPharmaCorp Board elections are expected to be easy and not challenging, the same cannot be said of the political elections in the State and in our own Town and County. In the Coroner's race, Dr. John Quincy Kelly has taken a lead over incumbent Coroner Steven Lester Haines, after Coroner Haines was formally reprimanded by the Town & County Council for releasing a photo of the murdered Diane Lang before Police had notified her next-of-kin of her death.
"But all eyes are on the extremely important State Senate race, between Democrat Katherine Woodburn, former owner of KXTC, and TEA Party Extremist Republican John Cummings. The race is a dead heat, and State and Federal dollars are pouring into the County in campaign advertising. SBI Director Jack Lewis has told Channel Two News that this race may be the most important in State history in determining the future of the SBI and the safety of the Citizens of the State. This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!"
I'm not sure what was more interesting... Bettina and her microphone, or watching the beautiful Detective (J.G.) Joanne Cummings sputter with anger at the negative aspirations assigned to her cousin John Cummings by the deeply biased Press.
Have I mentioned that I am not alone in my hatred of the Press?
\-
"Can I talk to you in your office?" Lieutenant Teresa Croyle said to me as KXTC was showing a taped Sports report by Chuck Pringle.
"Sure." I said, looking towards Cindy as I said with emphasis: "Let's go now. I don't need Chuck Pringle to tell me what my Wildcats are going to do to the Bulldogs on the football field this weekend." Cindy looked daggers at me as Teresa and I headed out the door towards my office.
"Better set up a lunch date with your wife." said Lt. Teresa 'Cunt' Croyle once we were in my office and seating ourselves. "The photos from our undercover surveillance are in File 10-30-C."
In the early morning hours of this same day, Oct. 30th, Vice Detective John 'Grubby' Paul had made contact with two black men, and they'd gone to a house on the border between the Industrial/Warehouse and the Southwest Ghetto districts of Town. Grubby had worn a tiny camera that looked like one of his shirt buttons, and Teresa, wearing all black, had snuck onto the property with a high-powered camera, taking pictures. They were hoping to see a drug exchange and could get photos. Obviously with Teresa trespassing, we could not use these particular photos for full evidence, but we hoped to get probable cause for a larger sting operation.
"Instead, it was a sex party." Teresa said, as I brought up the file on my desk computer. "But the women are interesting... for criminal observation purposes that is."
I opened the file, which was password-protected. The photos were taken from both inside and outside. Some showed a large, muscular, athletic black man in his late 20s or early 30s, having sexual intercourse with Trish Donolan, wife of BigPharmaCorp CEO Donovan Donolan. Trish and her husband were swingers with the Hedonists, and also had formed their own smaller swinging group.
"If Law Enforcement doesn't work out for you, Teresa," I said, "you have a career in porn photography." The pictures Teresa taken were extremely clear and graphic, showing the huge black snake penetrating Trish's white snatch.
"No doubt." Teresa said with a straight face as I continued to peruse the pictures. The second woman was Gloria Cagle, the white girlfriend of a black man named 'T-Mac', who was the lieutenant of the rapper 'T-Square'. T-Square controlled most of the black crime in the southern part of Town. I could see in several pics that Grubby Paul was sitting in a chair getting his seven inch root wet, as Gloria was riding his cock hard. Grubby was a lucky man, I thought, as some of the photos showed him sucking Gloria's magnificent breasts. I truly had rarely seen better breasts than Gloria's: all natural, big teardrop shape, large brown nipples that begged to be sucked...
"Poor Grubby." I said. "Undercover work is so tough on him."
"It will be if he gets caught up." Teresa said. "Which I *am* concerned about."
The third woman was older, with a head full of curly, almost frazzled, black hair with some gray mixed in. She looked to be in her 50s, but was very attractive, and her body was in shape and very hot. She was wearing sheer black stockings and a garter belt, and what appeared to be high heel suede black pumps. Her legs were long and shapely, and as she lay on the second bed in the bedroom, getting pumped by powerful black man, who was younger and slimmer than the first, those long shapely legs looked really good pulled back and spread wide to accommodate her stud's powerful fucking.
The pictures were explicit, and hot. The black men were fucking the white mature beauties with their extremely large cocks. My sex-professor wife had told me that the myth of black penis size was just that, a myth... but just as there were some white men blessed with huge penises, like my nephew Todd, there were likewise black men who were exceptionally well-hung. These two men were hung, and they were fucking the hell out of these lovely white women with their big black snakes. Teresa had been right: the photos were arousing me, but it was not my wife I was thinking about; I was lusting for some sweet ebony pussy.
"Okay, Teresa," I said, putting my lewd thoughts aside as I tried to control the hardening of my cock in my pants, "I agree with you about Grubby Paul... he was 'made' by the local black gangsters. Why is he on this mission?"
"Because these are out-of-towners." Teresa said. "They came in from the City, and we don't think they know who Grubby is. Also, sir, Grubby wanted to do it. We wanted to find out if they were making contact with local drug pushers. Last but not least, Grubby thought that if anyone who knew who he was came in, they'd lose trust in those City guys, maybe not do business with them. And I had Davis and Kirkpatrick close by, just in case Grubby got into any trouble, warrants be damned."
"We do need to be more careful about Grubby exposing himself like that." I said. "So who are these guys from the City?"
"The first guy, the one fucking Trish Donolan," said Teresa, "is known as 'Black Magic'. He was rumored to have been a semi-pro football player, but other than a tryout with an NFL team, from which he was cut, we can't find a record for that. He's got money, which has attracted Drug Enforcement at every level of law enforcement, but we've found nothing on him so far- until last night, possibly. The second guy, we're not sure about yet. I'm inquiring with Detective Ventura in the City to see if he is on their radar screens.
"Well, as I'm sure you know," I said, "Gloria Cagle is T-Mac's main squeeze, so she is either stepping out on him or she is the go-between contact."
"That was one of the two things I wanted to get your input on, Commander." Teresa said. "Is Cagle a contact, or is just part of a sex party? We're not sure we didn't stumble onto some decadent but relatively innocent fun. And then there's Trish Donolan... is she involved with the black drug trade, or is she just into black men sexually? Remember, she was one of the bitches that led Margo Bailey straight to the drug pushers, in that particular case your nephew Ned was involved with. So I really wonder what her presence is about."
"Trish is a swinger, that much we know." I said. "She may just get off on interracial sex. I've heard Janet Riordan is also addicted to black men. Must be something in the water." Teresa laughed, such as a laugh from 'Teresa Cunt' was.
"So, who's the other woman?" I asked. "The older one with the great pair of legs."
"You *would* notice that." Teresa said. "But that's the second thing I need to ask you about: her name is Susan Wexler. She's a Captain in the City Police Force's Drug Squad. Supposedly one of their very best, and has been for years. I'm afraid we might have stumbled onto her doing an undercover mission."
"She's undercover... or under covers, all right." I said. "No wonder she gets the results she does. So what's the issue?"
"If she's undercover, I don't want to 'out' her and expose her to the criminals." said Teresa. "But it also occurred to me that she might not be undercover, she might be dirty. If we contact her unit and they don't know about her mission, a mole might expose her -or- a snitch might tip her off. If we go to their I.A., we might be doing her an injustice, and again- a mole might tip her off, or tip the bad guys off. I can tell you that when I was working with Midtown I.A., the guys there did not trust the City's I.A."
I was very proud of Teresa Croyle: she had really thought about the possibilities and made no assumptions either way. "That's excellent thinking, Lieutenant Croyle. Excellent." I complimented her. "So the question is how to discreetly determine if she's on a mission; and if not, if she's dirty or just having some good sexual fun."
"Yes, sir." Teresa said, her eyes showing no emotion at all; no gleam of amusement nor sexual interest, nor hardly any professional police interest. In some ways, that was good. But we still had not gotten her completely away from being 'Teresa Cunt'.
"Hmmmm," I said, thinking. "We can't use Robin Ventura or 'Sapper' Warren, or even let them know. They'd be in deep *kim-chi* if they were investigating a superior officer and she's not guilty of anything. And like you said, I'm not fully trusting of their I.A. Department, either. Tell you what, I'll think about it, and we'll resolve it soon.
I glanced at Teresa, seeing the obvious signs of fatigue. I said "Meanwhile, Lieutenant, you and Detective Paul are to go home and get some sleep. If I see you in this Headquarters before noon, I'll fire your asses... or better yet, I'll let Lieutenant Ross fire you." I was kidding about firing them, but not about them getting some sleep.
"Oh sir, not Lieutenant Ross, anything but *tha-at*!" Teresa said, pretending to beg, teasing me back for the 'Ross' reference. She'd definitely come a long way from the way she was night Margo Bailey had died. And of course she and Cindy would take bullets for each other...
\-
"You bitch."
Trish Donolan woke up out of a deep sleep. It was her husband, dressed fully in his $5000 suit for the Board meeting, standing next to the bed. In his hand was a manila envelope with photographs that had been inside.
"Huh, wha?" she asked sleepily.
"What the fuck are these?" Donovan said, his voice low and menacing.
As Trish fully woke up, Donovan threw the photos into his wife's face and upper chest. "Tell me what the fuck these are, bitch!" Trish sat up, looking accusingly at her husband, as she picked up the photos. A shock ran through her as she saw that they were of her being deeply fucked by that black stud 'Black Magic' the night before.
"I told you I was going to a party. What's the fucking problem?" Trish said.
"You didn't tell me you were going to be fucking *niggers* at that party." Donovan said. "I trusted you, and you betray me and our marriage by fucking a nigger? And you let him shoot his filthy nigger seed inside you?"
"What's your problem with that?" Trish said. "We've been swinging for years. And I've been taking black pipe for longer than I've known you! You know what they say: 'Once you go black, you never go back.'."
"God damn it, bitch!" Donovan said, furious anger on his face. "If I'd known you were a nigger-lover like this, I never would've married you. I'd have let you stay on the streets, you God-damned whore. And *this* is why we didn't make it into the Libertines... because you're a fucking slut for nigger cock! Going around and hanging out with those drug pushers-"
"Get the fuck over it, asshole!" Trish yelled back, whipped to anger herself. "You needed me and my daddy's money, or you'd be mopping the floors at BigPharmaCorp instead of running the place! And if you don't like it that I fuck big black cocks and like them better than your little tool, then tough shit! *You* were the Libertines' problem, not me! And I'll hang around who I damn well please!"
"Like Margo Bailey?" Donovan shot back. "Yeah, you had her hang around, and look what happened to her. You and that Cat Clausen bitch took her to visit your nigger lovers, and she ended up dead. You better watch out the same thing doesn't happen to you!"
"I'll take my chances." Trish said. "And those black studs sure fuck me better than you do, you puny little shit eater!"
"Why you-" Donolan said, then caught himself. He exhaled. "I... I don't have time to deal with this now, not today of all days. I'll deal with your cheating, nigger-loving ass when I get back home."
"Yeah, right." said Trish, menace in her voice. "Go play like you're a big-shot, which we both know you aren't. Be the coward you are and run away."
His face red and his vision near blinded with furious anger, Donolan stopped himself from doing what he ached to do. Instead, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Having heard the shouting within the house, neighbors were watching as the wealthy industrialist got into his expensive Mercedes car, slammed the door shut with the tight finality of sealed metal, and scratched off, the loud noise getting the attention of anyone who wasn't already watching...
**Part 3 - The Hot Wives Investment Club**
(*Author's disclaimer: the following is fictional and does not represent nor should be construed as stock market trading or investing advice. Investing in the stock market carries risk, and investors should not trade based upon the fictionalized information below. The author assumes no responsibility for the trading success or failure of others.*)
"The meeting will come to order." intoned Myrtle L. James at precisely 7:30pm on October 30th. The meeting of the County Ladies Investment Club was being held in the so-called 'boardroom' meeting room of the River Valley Country Club, the same room that Anthony Warner had convened some of the DynaCorp Board on the night he was murdered in the parking lot. All of the sixteen women in attendance at the meeting had their cars parked in the covered parking lot, denoting their wealth and status.
It was obvious from looking at most of the beautiful trophy wives why it was nicknamed the 'Hot Wives Investment Club'. Their ages ranged from the 30s to the 70s (maybe more, no one was sure how old Myrtle L. James was), and the majority of them were married to some of the County's wealthiest men. A few were independently wealthy.
After the attendance report and last meeting minutes were read by the secretary, Dr. Carolyn Muncey, and the financial report was read by the Treasurer, Ms. Barbara Langram, University Trustee Myrtle L. James led the meeting through the Club's existing stock equity holdings. Covered calls were to be sold upon their Microsoft (MSFT), Union Pacific (UNP), and Chevron (CVX) holdings. Stop loss prices were determined for several other stocks that the Club membership feared might drop. Then came the call to discuss what new equities to purchase, as there was cash for only one major acquisition at the time.
And that's when the fight began.
After several members made suggestions for other stocks, it became apparent that there were only two stocks in real consideration: Apple (AAPL) and Netflix (NFLX). The members were evenly divided between the two. Over the next hour, the discussion became a little bit heated and was on the verge of getting ugly.
"Why don't we buy some of both." suggested Helena French, a lovely woman in her early 40s, who was also a member of the Libertines Swing Club with her husband.
"Oh no, there is no way we should buy AAPL." said Trish Donolan, leading the fight for the NFLX side. The debate went on for several minutes, and appeared to be a standoff.
At precisely 8:30, Myrtle L. James suggested that the group take a break and have some of the dessert that was available on the side table. The women talked in small groups, some going out the side door where the kitchenette and restrooms were, some in back of the main meeting room, some at the speaker's table talking to Myrtle L. James.
At precisely 8:45, the meeting was called back into order. But not everyone was back.
"Where's Trish?" asked Joan Knightley, a magnificent hot blonde in her 30s who was married to the very wealthy CEO of Crown Chemicals, and was also Dr. Bonnie Karpathian's assistant in the University Psychology Department.
"I don't know." said Catherine 'Cat' Clausen, who was Trish's best friend. Her name 'Cat' partially came from the fact that she and Trish were two of the cattiest, meanest women in the County. "I think she just went to the bathroom. I'll go check."
Catherine was relatively short, cute and voluptuous, with a mane of black, heavily curly hair like Dr. Bonnie Karpathian's; in fact, the two women could be confused for each other at a distance. She got up and went to and through the kitchenette door, which opened into the main room, prohibiting the members from being able to see inside the kitchenette. It was also a self-closing door, and all eyes were on it as it shut behind Catherine.
*"YAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"*
The piercing scream was Cat's voice, and had come from the kitchenette, and all of the women rushed to the door... then screamed themselves when they saw the sight behind the door: the bathroom doors opened outward into the kitchenette, and when Caroline had opened the one on the right...
... the body of Trish Donolan, which had been leaning against it, fell out into the kitchenette. Myrtle L. James rushed up and felt for a pulse, but it was too late.
Trish Donolan was dead.
*To be continued.* | literotica |
Shattered Shards: Pendulous Pendant
Kiera sat in her room, waiting for the tell-tale slam of the door that would signify her mother leaving for the weekend; working and satisfying her hungers, mostly. Often they were one and the same though. There were no secrets in the house; Kiera's mother, Paige, had informed her from an early age that she was half succubus, but not the fun half. No shapeshifting, or dream-entering, no claws, no wings, or cloven hooves, not even a spade-tipped tail. All Paige had gotten of her mother's nature was an almost unearthly beauty coupled with an unholy need to go out and get fucked silly every few days.
She licked her lips, tasting her mother's cherry flavored lip gloss upon her own lips. She could still taste her mother's natural, honey-like flavor on her tongue as well. Kiera knew that her mother was incredibly needful, since she'd forgotten to kiss like a mother and not like a lover. The kiss had also been something of the succubus, but it wasn't an ability her mother was born with, it was something she had to learn from the Sisterhood, the dark religious order that she belonged to. Before all the strangeness, there had been about a hundred members, but after the world was broken apart and put back together, it was down to less than a dozen.
Kiera rather liked the Terra Unita, as the union of Earth and Aerth was called. Everything was so much more comfortable, indoor plumbing, central heating, mattresses with springs and foam rather than straw, computers, the internet, and video games. Oh how she adored video games.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she played one of her favorites, watching the long haired martial artist pound the crap out of some wolf looking things. She found herself having difficulty concentrating on the game however; her mother's accidental kiss had made her loins stir. She turned her gaze from the screen to the poster of her heroine, Tifa's white shirt clinging to her large breasts, erect nipples plain to see. She was gorgeous with her Asian features, her raven black hair, and that sexy leather miniskirt. Kiera wanted to be just like her.
In her old town she'd stood out with her blonde hair and height. She'd been a bit above average in a city filled with dwarven bloodlines, which meant dark hair and short heights. But almost all the Earth girls in the merged town were taller than she was. To her horror Kiera was now regarded as a bit shorter than average, and blonde hair was common and could be bought from a box.
Kiera loathed dyed hair. She could never get it right; it made every strand the same color and thus looked totally fake. She wished she had gorgeous, perfect dark hair like her idol. She envied her mother for her apple green hair and lavender eyes, a touch of the exotic from past bloodlines that were often dormant within a succubus. Paige had gotten lucky, standing nearly six feet in height, with her exotic coloration, and partially elven features. Kiera took very much after her father, and despite her quarter demon blood, she looked as human as anybody, and not only that, but plainly human. She didn't turn heads in Port Cedar like she had in Crescent Port, what the Aerth half of the city had been called.
It vexed her, the daughter of a succubus and she had next to no bust to speak of. And it wasn't like she was just having a late blossoming puberty, all the unpleasantness had come, but none of the bonuses had. She didn't even need to feed as her mother did. She couldn't draw any magical energy from her self-exploration (she knew quite well, she'd been trying every night since she was 12). The only thing that she seemed to have was an overactive sex drive. She'd worn out the last three toys her mother had purchased for her, and the most recent was well on its way to no longer working.
"No boys until 18." Paige had instructed her, if she waited until then she was sure to have at least some powers bloom from her demonic bloodline meshing with the innate magic that surrounded a virgin maiden. Girls were fine, the old gods that had put down the rules for magic had either been misogynists, or total perverts. Considering the stories about impregnating women in the form of swans, or as a golden shower (eww) Kiera suspected the latter.
She gritted her teeth, still waiting for the sound of her mother leaving the house and the sound of the car starting. For the last few days she'd been feeling incredibly horny, and her mother's kiss had not helped in the slightest. The toys weren't helping very much, nor was her mother. A young succubus was supposed to have a few girls of a similar age bound to their will by now to take care of their needs. Men for hunger, women for desire. After a good feeding a succubus would come home and have fun with her pets. Paige's pets lived in the city, so she could have immediate access to slaking both needs.
Kiera was rather sure she put quite a crimp on her mother's lifestyle. Paige adored her, she knew, but the half-succubus shouldn't have been fertile for another few decades. "Always make sure your lovers aren't under some sort of Gypsy curse to assure that any sexual dalliances they have with someone other than their wife will result in pregnancy." Paige had advised her daughter.
"C'mon mom," Kiera whispered though clenched teeth to herself as she waited in her room. "Get going."
There was a way to get rid of her pent up need, but Kiera wasn't supposed to use it. It was an artifact of her mother's religious order, known as the Succubus Stone. It fed off of lust, desire, and sexual satisfaction. In return it granted the wearer great power, and even had the ability to grant wishes and bring fantasies to life. Her mother took it out every so often; making sure the spirit within was fed regularly to maintain its power and getting a few things as a reward.
Kiera had been told not to touch it until she'd had some sort of display to confirm that she had succubus abilities. The pendant was a rather powerful item, and had the potential to bewitch an unsuspecting user. She wasn't planning on wearing it for long, though. Just long enough to take the edge off her arousal. She remembered quite clearly that the thing didn't work if you'd climaxed sometime in the past hour or so before trying to use it. It was total agony keeping her hands out of her pants.
"Dammit moooooom!" Kiera whimpered, her sex aching, almost drooling as it dripped with need.
As if in reply to her complaint the loud sound of the front door slamming closed echoed through the house, shortly followed by the sound of the car engine turning over. Kiera was out the door like a shot.
-o-
The pendant was displayed in a rather elegant looking box with a translucent top. The locking mechanism had been complex on Old Aerth, but here it was pretty much the same thing as a bike lock, though with a few more dials. There were ten glyphs on a dial, and eight dials. Each of the glyphs represented a Higher Abyssal word. The language was very subtle, with the words before and after altering the meaning, you had to read a sentence forwards and backwards before you could fully understand it. It was a language full of subtleties and hidden meanings. The proper way to open the box was to flank the phrase "Boys are for feeding, girls are for fucking" with the identical glyph for Succubus. As quickly as she could turn the dials, Kiera had the box open and the pendant around her neck. The Succubus Stone was a wonderfully carved, smoothed, and sculpted design. Just looking at it could fascinate a weak-willed individual. The pink ring, flanked by black and filled with white, could stir arousal in nearly anyone who gazed on it and was given a few words of encouragement.
The cold stone touched her flesh, terribly cold for a moment, but seeming to warm up almost instantly, becoming a temperature a little bit warmer than Kiera herself. She felt her aching need dwindle down to a pleasant tingle, a feeling of being embraced by a caring and experienced lover. A lover that had huge, soft, membranous wings at that. Kiera let out a soft moan as she felt the sensation of lips upon her own, fingers sweeping through her hair. She felt a sensation of warmth spreading through her body, the Stone's power relaxing tense muscles, vanishing small aches, and igniting twinges of pleasure in certain spots. It felt like having her entire body massaged all at once.
Her mother swore the stone had a mind of its own at times, even though it wasn't one of rare artifacts that actually possessed an intellect. She'd been warned it had its own ideas of fun. But she was the daughter of a succubus, after all. She'd easily be able to handle a silly stone in a battle of wills.
The phantom lips left her own, a gentle tickle trailing down her front, as if a tongue dragged down over her nearly nonexistent bust and down to her loins. Kiera dropped to her knees at the intense sensation, a lusty cry parting her lips as the stone drove her into immediate and powerful climax.
It had taken only a moment, but the stone eagerly gulped down the sensations as well as Kiera's need. The climax had only lasted a moment, but it was worth it for the nagging ache in her loins to have vanished. Even the wetness of her arousal had vanished.
"Wow, that's actually a pretty useful rock." She said with a giggle, pulling the stone upward to admire it. "I wonder why Mom thinks you're so dangerous."
The quarter-succubus reached back, expecting that the clasp would be sealed shut, the pendant unable to be removed. But it came open just as easily as anything. She placed the gem upon the shelf and took a few steps back, she looked around and waited for something unfortunate or ominous to happen, like her lust suddenly coming back tenfold. But that was not the case.
"Huh," she murmured to herself, picking up the pendant again. It might come in handy over the weekend. Kiera hummed happily as she headed back to her room, intent on getting some progress made on her favorite RPG now that she wasn't half contemplating grinding against her controller every time it rumbled.
-o-
It was well into the afternoon before Kiera felt the tell tale ache coming back. It always did if she didn't actually find a way to slake her lusts, or at least make an attempt at wearing out her vibrator in doing so. She sighed and turned off the video game console, laying back on her bed. She looked up at her poster and smiled, taking the pendant in one hand, slipping the other into her pants.
Mmm... Tifa. What she wouldn't give to be like that. Tall, powerful, sexy, exotic. Not to mention totally stacked. Kiera wished she could have a body like that. Mmm... she could just imagine it. It would be so awesome, walking around looking like that. Getting the longing and envious looks of guys and girls alike. She slipped her fingers inside herself and began to imagine what she'd be like if she could have the body of her dreams.
She wouldn't be wearing jeans and a t-shirt, that was for sure. If she looked like that, it wouldn't matter if she was just lounging around the house or going out for a night on the town. She was going to look sexy, even if it was just for herself. She'd be even more insatiable then. Kiera would spend hours looking at herself in the mirror, gazing at her sexy curves as she pleasured herself.
Her body began to tingle pleasantly, which brought a grin to Kiera's face. Perhaps she was finally getting a little bit of magic of her own? Or maybe the stone was just making her feel nice as she played with herself? Either way, it didn't really matter. She closed her eyes and imagined her dream self.
Tall and tanned, her raven-hued hair thick and glossy, worn long, past her butt, just like her idol. Her canted eyes would be an exotic red, maybe with a few flecks of brilliant orange, a bit of a tie to her slightly infernal heritage. Kiera moaned softly as the tickle vanished, but a hot bolt of pleasure shot through her, making her arch her back. She couldn't see her platinum blonde hair turn dark, nor did she notice its rapid growth on the bed beneath her.
Kiera's eyes were clenched tightly shut, but she felt them twitch as they altered, just the tiniest hint of sensation as they took on the shape she imagined. She'd pictured herself with makeup, mascara and purple eyeshadow upon her eyelids, and the power had altered her to match the image. She gasped, drawing breath through ruby red lips.
The tickle returned as Kiera focused more on the body she wanted with long legs and an athletic build. Once more she arched her back with delight as a bolt of pleasure lanced through her. She sighed happily, stretching her suddenly cramped legs, hearing soft pops as the proportions altered. She shivered, the change spreading through her body, altering her almost boyish figure into one more athletic, a touch more feminine, but by no stretch of the imagination curvaceous.
Her ideal body was grown up, not the awkward teenage thing she sported just moments before, and that was rapidly diminishing to an afterthought. Her pale, freckled dwarven skin deepened in tone, the freckles and blemishes smoothed away, replaced by perfect, gorgeous mocha. Her jaw popped and her teeth seemed to grind against each other for a few moments, but Kiera ignored the discomfort. Of course the moment she started enjoying herself and giving in to her body's desires, the stone would rebel against her.
Another shiver, and her proportions shifted subtly once more, adding ten years to her features to make Kiera appear like a young woman in the prime of life rather than a young woman barely more than a child. She let out a pleasured moan, her voice deeper and huskier in the richest of feminine strength. She felt a gentle pressure building within her, pressing slowly outward. Her somewhat loose clothes tightened as she grew, pushing past five and a half feet in height, past the human average, the male average, until she would stand just a hair over six feet in height. With a set of heels, she'd be even taller to border on statuesque.
Oh yes the heels. She wanted some of her own, but Kiera could never justify getting them. On her awkward tween-age body they looked ridiculous. But her mother made them sexy. She could just picture them; red latex boots, with high heels and a good platform sole to them, making Kiera even taller.
There was no tickle to feel as Kiera's sneakers darkened and smoothed out, the scuffed white leather giving way to gleaming latex. Her jeans followed suit, the fabric thinning in places, thickening in others. Most of it grew translucent, becoming pantyhose, while the rest formed into a scandalous short, black leather miniskirt. Kiera was too caught up in her own pleasures to notice the shift in the fabric. Nor did she notice something similar happening to her top.
The white fabric grew tighter and tighter, showing off her newly taut and toned midriff. Kiera fingered herself faster and faster, her muscles gripping her fingers tightly, hungrily, more than they ever had before. After all, she imagined herself with a well-trained pussy. What good was a gorgeous sexy body for a succubus, even one at quarter strength, if you didn't seduce and enthrall people with it?
She brought her pendant-holding hand to her chest, rubbing at her erect nipples beneath the fabric. Oh how she wanted a proper bust, one to put her mother's to shame. The pendant seemed red hot in her hand for a moment, and then she felt something give within her, felt something pushing against her hand.
Kiera opened her eyes, baffled by the sensation of her flesh ballooning out to fill her palm and beyond. Nearly everything about her had changed since she closed her eyes. She stared in wonderment as her body continued to grow and alter, taking on the gorgeous, sexy, and not in the least bit boyish figure that she'd always desired.
"By the three great goddesses..." she whispered, consciously noting that her voice too had changed. She sounded confidant, sexy, a voice that could just about make someone cum by whispering all the right words in their ear.
She let out a cry of lusty pleasure as she squeezed her new boosted bust. So big, so wonderful, so sensitive, just the way she imagined. It was enough to send her over the edge, making every inch of her perfect, gorgeous body quake with delicious climax. This time the Succubus Stone did not interfere, allowing Kiera to experience the full wonder of pleasure that her dream body could provide.
"Wow," the quarter-succubus murmured once she'd regained her breath. No wonder the pendant was considered to be a bit dangerous. It really could grant wishes. She grinned down at the three color gem before placing it on her nightstand.
"Sorry to leave you like this, but I want to show this off. And I want to see if this is just a temporary thing, or if I can..." she blushed, "Go out and find some fun before this wears off. If it wears off."
She giggled and blew the gem a kiss, hopping off the bed, moving like a pro with the unfamiliar body, and unfamiliar footwear. She was everything she'd dreamed of being, powerful, beautiful, graceful, and above all, exotic.
It almost hurt to tear her gaze away from the big full length mirrors that her mother had placed in on many of the walls of their home. Even if it was only herself, a succubus was voyeuristic in nature. Kiera was absolutely drop dead gorgeous now, and she wanted to watch her beautiful body. But it would be even more fun if she had help...
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The quarter-succubus slammed the door behind her, her tongue firmly planted between her teeth. She was so horny she could barely stand it. Despite having the body of her dreams, deep down she was still herself, still shy and unsure, tentative. She hadn't managed to work up the nerve to talk to a single cute girl all evening. All that was stopping her from fondling herself in a frenzy was the slight pain of her bitten tongue.
Kiera stomped off to her bedroom, grabbing the Succubus Stone from the nightstand. She let out a sigh of relief and nearly dropped to her knees as the unwanted lust was sucked away. She giggled and planted a kiss upon the gem. "Boy, you're really getting fed tonight." Kiera said with a chuckle, fastening the pendant around her neck.
She sighed and made her way to the living room, at least there were always her mother's porn DVD's to help her with her pent up frustration. She giggled, some people had parents with a stash of erotic films, she had a parent with a stash of erotic films that she starred in. Once again the quarter succubus found herself blushing, wishing that she could be as confidant as her mother in sexual matters.
"Godesses, I wish there was something I could do to get rid of this silly itch..." Kiera muttered. If she'd actually had succubus abilities to help with her succubus-sized sex drive it would help so much. The gem upon her neck grew warm for a moment, seeming to vibrate for just a fraction of a second. As if it started to do something, and then stopped.
"Aww..." Kiera sighed, disappointed, "I was really hoping you could do some... WARGH!"
The girl jumped into the air as something pressed up against her backside, grabbing her hose and panties. She heard the telltale rip of cloth and she spun. Kiera's eyes went wide to find herself nose to bill with a rather large bird. It looked at her with mischievous blue eyes, white and yellow feathers. It straightened up, towering over her, its powerful body meant for hard labor and for riding.
It was most definitely a chocobo, but that was silly, they weren't real creatures, just something made up for the video games. It warked at her happily and then leaned down, butting its beak against her fingers.
"Um, nice choco?" she whispered, beginning to pet the creature, which almost knocked her over as it leaned into her caresses. The giant bird chirped happily and pressed up against Kiera hard enough to make her stagger. She tripped over the footstool, which thankfully broke her fall. She looked back over her shoulder and glared at the overly friendly beast.
"Hey! Watch what you're... ARGH!" Kiera yelped as the bird basically jumped onto her. Her eyes wide as it ground up against her rear, something warm and hard prodding her from between its legs.
"Oh you can't be... you can't be serious!" she scolded, trying to sound dominant, but her voice wavered with fear.
The chocobo let out a warbling sound that was almost like a chuckle as it thrust, his member finding a proper orifice at last, but not the one that was causing Kiera so much trouble. She shrieked as the bird's member sunk into her. It stretched her wide, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. Apparently she'd inherited another succubus gift; able to take nearly any lover without pain. At least the physical kind. She was REALLY not enjoying being suddenly accosted with a randy creature from out of her favorite video game.
Kiera tried to get free, but the huge beast's weight kept her trapped between himself and the stool. She was about to scream for help when the beast began to thrust, and her prepared scream instead became a surprised moan. She'd never tried out anal with her toys before. After all, it wasn't the part of her that had been aching. It felt really weird, but kind of... fun. Though it wasn't where her need was, the big bird's powerful thrusts did actually feel kind of good.
She'd heard her mother joke with her friends and lovers before about something like this. You couldn't really rape a succubus, only provide her with sex she didn't know she wanted. Kiera found herself blushing as the animal pounded into her, moaning as she did so. She didn't want the thing to keep going, nor had she wanted to have the thing jump her in the first place. But there was a part of her that got more than a little thrill from it all; being forced to be the bird's lover, coupled with two obvious naughty things: sodomy and bestiality. And of course anything that was looked upon as wicked, sinful, or naughty was just the thing to make a sex demoness, or a quarter of one, horny as hell.
The bird let out a loud trill and buried his cock as deeply into Kiera as it would go. The girl cried out, the force nearly enough to send her to climax. There was a sensation of liquid heat as the chocobo climaxed, flooding Kiera's rump with his hot, thick seed. It made her body tingle, made it feel pleasantly warm.
Well, so much for keeping her virginity with males until she was eighteen. But then again did backdoor bestiality barnyard sex qualify? The bird let out a snort and withdrew, leaving Kiera disheveled, confused, and a little bit pissed off as the bird wandered off. Just like a male, blow his load without the slightest regard for her own pleasure. The choco nibbled on one of the decorative ferns in the living room, and apparently found it to his liking.
"Hey you big..." Kiera started, by clamped a hand over her mouth. What the hell was she doing? She hadn't wanted sex with that thing in the first place! Even with the stone it had made her lust worse. She found herself half wanting more, and half wanting to get the heck away from the silly beast before it got other ideas. She sided with the later urge and darted off into the kitchen. The sudden movement attracting the choco's attention. He turned from the ferns and began to follow Kiera, warking questioningly and tilting his head. Kiera promptly slammed the kitchen door into his face.
She sighed and slumped down onto one of the dining room chairs. Great, she was horny as hell, had a seven foot tall, four hundred pound chicken in her living room, and had a weird, shivery feeling spreading over her body.
Kiera let out a soft gasp, the Succubus Stone vibrating softly. Her loins seemed to resonate with the vibration. The quarter-succubus sighed and slipped her fingers beneath her skirt and into her panties. She'd try and deal with her silly, overactive sex drive now, and then figure out how to get rid of the silly choco, however it had gotten there. The moment her fingertips came into contact with her clit, Kiera let out a startling moan, the little nub swollen and sensitive. While unexpected, the boosted pleasure of her button was quite welcome. Maybe this was one of those succubus things? Make someone climax and be rewarded with heightened pleasure of your own?
A shudder ran through her body, making all the tiny hairs stand on end. She mmmed happily as she stroked herself, faster and faster. It seemed to grow even more sensitive by the moment, but also... bigger, thicker, longer. Was she finally gaining the ability to shapeshift? Biologically, she was in her mid twenties now, some years after the very latest succubus powers would appear.
Mmm... maybe that was it; she was adapting, somehow, to take on the physical form of something more suitable to her lover's desire. The gem's vibrations intensified with the thought, leading Kiera to think that was the proper answer. But why was she having her clit growing like this? Was it something that female chocobos had? But that was silly, she doubted that anyone had gone so far as to image what the genitals of a pile of pixels would look like.
Kiera moaned softly, wrapping her fingers around her growing shaft, thinking of her mother in that form. She'd wanted to have fun with her mother, but Paige had told her that mother/daughter lovemaking wouldn't be a good idea until Kiera showed signs of growing powers. A young succubus' sorcerous growth could easily be stunted by a more powerful one getting her into her thrall.
She imagined her mother's sparkling emerald eyes, her apple-green hair, her lips painted up to be a radiant viridian. She could almost feel them against her own lips, and then wrapped around her cock. Mmm... that would feel so incredible. Mom gave blowjobs like a pro, and once she'd seen that Kiera had powers of her own now, she'd have to start giving her hands on instructions with the act.
The quarter-succubus' erection was nearly six inches long now, fully hard, though still lacking a few defining features of a true penis. It was closer to a cock than a clit, however. Her rapid stroking sending delicious pleasure through Kiera.
"Goddesses," she whispered, "If this is what a guy feels like, then no wonder he's trying to ram this thing in whatever he can find."
A piercing cry escaped her throat as the pendant's vibrations and the sympathetic buzz in her loins intensified to match. She could feel a strange ballooning sensation within her netherlips. Kiera arched her back and cried out with bliss as her cock shifted into its proper shape, gaining a proper head, foreskin, and of course the sack and balls needed to make it a proper cock. Goddesses did it ever feel good, and it still continued to grow.
"B-b-big..." she stammered, her thumb and forefinger barely able to meet while wrapped around it. "Far too big."
It stretched her panties and hose a goodly way from her body, displaying a rather sizeable tent. Yet still her shaft continued to grow. Kiera growled and wrestled the constricting fabric away from her new manhood. The feeling of precum-slicked silk rubbing against the head of her new member was enough to send her over the edge.
A silent scream overcame her as she thrust hard into both hands. She could feel a strange tensing in her new balls, a hot pressure, and then an explosion as her seed spewed from her huge prick in thick, sticky rivulets. It left her panting, gasping, out of breath. But it also made her pussy ache with jealous pangs, as everything else in the general area had gotten attention, save for itself.
Kiera grinned, smoothing out her hair, pushing it back behind her ears. Somewhere along the line she'd gained shimmering orange-gold streaks. She rather liked the look, though they looked a bit funny, thin as they were. The new hermaphrodite stuffed her half-hard member back under cover, and pondered the state of things.
She needed to get the chocobo out of the house, but she also found herself more than a little curious. It was very friendly towards her, after all, and seemed to be interested in things of a sexual nature. Perhaps she could coax it into having a little more fun that was a bit more mutually satisfying to both of them? She should probably take it out of the house first, though.
There were places in the park nearby where people tended to avoid. Places with a little magic of their own that tended to shoo away those who didn't understand the strangeness of Old Aerth. There was a place out there where a girl and her beast would be more than welcome to make love and scream their pleasures.
Kiera grinned, that would work perfectly. There was a bit of clothesline in the garage she could use to make a rudimentary leash. Or even better, a bit and bridle. She mmmed softly, wondering what the choco's soft feathers would feel like upon her thighs. The quarter-succubus giggled, she'd been given a body based off of her favorite video game character, and had the series mount mascot appear full sized right before her. It would be silly to send him off without riding him at least once. Chocobos were ridden bareback all the time after all...
She nodded; a ride sounded like a wonderful idea. She stood up and was about to go get the clothesline when the kitchen doorknob rattled, the choco having figured out the knob. He walked forward, holding the knob in his beak, tongue used to get it open. It looked at Kiera and warked softly, darting over to her.
The quarter-succubus found a questing beak nosing her over, apparently looking for any wounds. "I'm fine, you silly cluck-cluck!" she scolded, hugging the choco's neck. It had apparently heard all the pleasurable sounds she was making and gotten worried. Kiera let out a sigh, snuggling into the beast's soft feathers. The big bird wasn't so bad once you were expecting him, Kiera giggled as his rough, dry tongue caressed her ear.
"You're a good boy," the herm cooed at the choco. "Yes you are!"
She sighed softly, standing on tip toes so that she could kiss his beak, and to her surprise she found his tongue attempting to press into her mouth, which she allowed. She kissed her choco deeply, backing up slowly as she did so, hopping up onto the table, wrapping her legs around his body.
Her pendant vibrated softly, but she couldn't feel any corresponding vibrations in her own body, so it didn't seem like she was being altered. But Kiera was wrong. Her nails, painted ruby red, began to darken, elongating, forming into pointed talons. Her ears altered as well, extending into points, growing smoother, and then gaining a covering of small orange-gold feathers, matching the widening streaks in Kiera's hair.
She reached down, widening the rent in her undergarments. Kiera broke the kiss and lay back on the table, grinning at her avian lover.
"Okay, big boy, let's see if you can hit the proper opening this time." She giggled, the sound different than normal, with a hint of a bird-like twitter to it.
The chocobo was quite eager to comply.
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Kiera sighed happily as the chocobo's cock sunk slowly into her sex. The great bird was taking his time now, seeming to sense that his rider wanted to have a bit of fun, rather than mere mating. The quarter-succubus wrapped her legs around the choco's broad body as best she could. His straw yellow feathers felt so delightful against her bare skin.
She reached up and hugged the bird's long neck, grinding her entire body against him. It felt fantastic, wonderful, just what she needed. But something felt a bit... off. Some instinct tugged at the back of Kiera's mind. There was a way to make this better, but how?
The quarter-succubus grinned, pulling herself away from the chocobo, "Just a second, hun," she cooed to her bestial lover, "I have to get in the right position!"
She giggled and turned herself over, and sighed with relief and contentment as the beast's cock sunk into her once more. Each of his thrusts forced her to grind her cock against the table beneath her. It also seemed to stimulate additional nerves within her, leftovers from when she lacked her cock. How could she ever have been without such a wonderful appendage?
Kiera began to stroke and caress her shaft, pressing back into her lover each time he withdrew, pressing forward against the precum-slicked surface of the table with each buck and thrust. She just adored the feel of her new length, loved how sensitive it was, how different the sensations it gave her from her nearly always aching, throbbing pussy. Her feminine need was like a canyon, the more pleasure she poured into it, the deeper its reserves became, the more she needed to fill it each time. But her cock seemed more like a geyser, pressure building up over time to the result of incredible, explosive release, needing time to build back up again.
And explode she did, her hot, thick seed pouring over the table, the jets splattering onto her belly and breasts. A few moments later the chocobo gave voice to his own pleasure, a sound that made Kiera quiver in sympathetic orgasm as her aching femsex finally received what it had been craving for so long. Her cunny hungrily drew out every last drop of seed that it could from the male, the act making the Succubus Stone vibrate rapidly.
The moment her lover withdrew, Kiera felt what seemed like her entire midsection quiver with sympathetic vibration to the stone. The pleasure was intense, incredible, she could do nothing save grip the table with one hand, the other frantically pumping up and down upon her still sticky shaft. She wasn't sure what was going on, but Kiera willed it on, delighting in the physical bliss she felt.
The muscles of her sex seemed to tighten, gripping harder and harder until they seemed to flow together. It was like an intangible hand had reached within her, clutching her entire womanhood within a massive fist and was compacting it, making it smaller and smaller, yet more and more pleasurable.
"No, no, no!" she moaned, feeling her womb vanish to the pendant's changes. With a vast effort of will she pushed herself up, turning over, wanting to rip the pendant from her neck.
But it felt so good... she couldn't stop jerking off, "H-help me!" she whispered to the bird, who was watching her with some concern. It seemed to look her over for a moment, down at her cock, and then up at the pendant, then down at her cock again. Kiera let out a shriek that was half frustration and half pleasure as the choco's dry, rough tongue began to lap up the mess Kiera's cum had made upon her body. "Nrrgh! No, bad birdie!" she scolded, grabbing the beast's head with one hand, trying to move it to the pendant. But instead she found herself directing his lickings and caresses. She let out a soft sigh as she felt the hot point of pleasure that had once been her womanhood moving and shifting.
The point began to spread out, and Kiera felt her manhood begin to grow again. She let out a soft cry as the choco's tongue curled around it, his beak lowering down over the now shemale's shaft, coaxing Kiera's hand out of the way. The beast had lapped up every drop of cum covering her body, and seemed quite eager to get more directly from the source.
Kiera's moans increased in volume the further her shaft sunk into her lover's maw, every moment there seemed to be more to her member than the moment before. It had already looked huge upon her frame, but now it was absolutely enormous. She could feel her balls growing, swelling to match the scale of her growing cock. The shape seemed to be altering also and she could feel the skin at the base of her member moving as well.
"Oh stop, stop! STOP DAMMIT!" she growled, but her protests were hollow. Her mind rebelled against what was going on, but her body seemed quite intent on embracing her new gender. Her cock felt great as big as it was, and seemed more sensitive than ever. Her chocobo also seemed to be quite skilled with his tongue and throat; it was all Kiera could do to keep herself from cumming. It seemed like every time she climaxed, something seemed to shift in her mind. She needed to fight to keep herself from... from...
Kiera threw her head back, letting out a chocobo-like wark of pleasure as she came. Despite the veritable torrent, her lover sucked down every drop. It felt so good, so perfect. The pleasure from her altered and enlarged member more than made up for the loss of her female genitals.
The quarter-succubus grinned, the seemingly never-ending ache of her loins having vanished along with the feminine anatomy that had once resided there. She took a few deep breaths as her cock softened, her lover not letting go until he'd coaxed every last drop he could from the organ.
"Mmm... good boy." Kiera whispered, hugging her choco's head against her chest as he finally let her shaft slip from his beak. She recalled faintly that there was something she had been worried about, that she had not wanted to happen, but it had slipped her mind.
She slid off the table, sighing and stretching, admiring her altered manhood. The sight made her grin with its beauty. The skin had darkened into a shade of brown-black, and the shape of it matched her beautiful bird's own tapering length. It seemed to be a fair match in size and structure as well, with Kiera's cock slowly sliding back into the sheath that had formed just above her scrotum. How long was she fully erect? Twelve inches? Eighteen? More? She wasn't even sure how large her pet's was, she had grown a bit after all, and her judgment of size was a bit skewed.
Kiera moaned softly and cupped her breasts, giving herself a look over. Goddesses, she was sexy. She felt confidant in her body now, confidant in herself. She felt like she had taken on a bit of the chocobo's spirit along with the manhood she had between her legs that mirrored his own. She wanted to go out, find a lover, and fuck. Oh did she ever. She wanted to ram her new shaft into whatever she could coax into accepting it. Kiera grinned, she was going to go out on the town again, and this time she wasn't going to be shy about it.
"Mmm... thank you for this, my love." Kiera whispered, hugging her choco around his neck. He nuzzled his beak against her lips and the shemale opened them, accepting her lover's kiss. A moment later she was not merely returning it, but almost hungrily suckling upon his tongue. The faint traces of her own seed were upon it, and it made Kiera crave more.
"Is this what I taste like to you, or is all seed like this?" she whispered, lapping a few droplets from the bird's beak.
The beast let out a warbling chirp and flapped his wings, resting his chin upon Kiera's shoulder and pushing downwards. "So you want to see too, hmm?" she asked, tickling the choco's neckfeathers.
Kiera's mouth was just about watering at the prospect as she dropped to her knees. Much like her own shaft, the choco's was resting within a sheath, but unlike her own manhood, his did not sport a pair of external testes. Reaching back, however, Kiera could feel them just below the sheath's slit. She began to caress them softly with one hand, the other slipping into the sheath to coax out her male's member.
The bird needed almost no coaxing to let his member slip outward. It was still slick and sticky with a mixture of his own seed at the last of Kiera's feminine juices. As soon as there was enough to take into her mouth, the quarter-succubus found her lips wrapped around it. There wasn't a second of hesitation to her. Just a few short hours before she would have blushed and been disgusted at the prospect of giving an animal oral sex. Hells, she would probably have shied away outright at oral sex. She was so much more true to herself now than ever before. She was a succubus, and it was a shame it had taken her so long to overcome the limits she had placed upon herself.
Her beast's length grew firm as it lengthened, but Kiera had no difficulty taking it into her throat without the slightest discomfort. She did not have the length of neck to take the entire length into her mouth like her choco did, but she made up for the difference with her hands, stroking and caressing the base of the bestial member.
She could taste herself on her lover's member once more, and once more it drove on her own hunger. Was this the hunger her mother often spoke of, the need to feed from a male that she had to go out and sate so often, or was it something else entirely? She could nearly feel the beast's pleasure, could sense the way he tensed when she did something he enjoyed.
Kiera pulled back, teasing the bird's cocktip with her tongue. Her pendant began to vibrate faintly, imperceptibly. She didn't notice the warm tingle that spread over her tongue, so occupied was she with the delicious taste of the choco's precum. Her tongue began to lengthen, its texture shifting to match that of the beast before her. Kiera didn't notice the change, though she did notice that her bird was enjoying himself more as she looped it around his shaft, dragging the roughness over the most sensitive areas.
She stroked her choco's shaft with ruby-painted talons, not having noticed their alteration. Nor did she notice that her hair had changed, nearly half of it a shade of orange-gold, the streaks that had been in it before now matching the amount of raven's wing black that she had gained from her first transformation.
The pendant was not simply responding to seed anymore, the precum was enough to further her transformation. The chocobo warked happily and leaned down, his beak and dexterous tongue helping to remove the torn and tattered pantyhose. Her toes had not transformed as far as her fingers, only sporting short, blunt claws, that stuck out through the ends of her spaghetti strap heels, though the skin was beginning to darken, taking on the same brown-black shade as her shaft.
As soon as Kiera's flesh was exposed, small feathers began pushing out around her knees, her wrists, and her elbows. They were more yellow than the orange-gold of her hair, but still a touch more red-hued than those of her male. Once more Kiera failed to notice her changes. She found herself growing half hard as she continued to suckle hungrily upon the beast's cock.
She reached up to brush a few stray hairs from her face and felt her new feathers brush against her cheek. Kiera opened her eyes to look at the oddity, but her attention was immediately drawn away by the sudden tide of seed that flooded her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but for every mouthful she got down, another two or three dribbled down her front. It made her pendant virtually throb and thrum.
Kiera moaned as her body began to alter once more, the changes more intense than anything she'd experienced thus far. She felt the power cascade down her spine, centering at the base. She could feel pressure building within, but her attention was more focused on the other area of change.
The quarter-succubus felt a little dizzy as her entire head nearly seemed to resonate with the pendant. She closed her eyes, her long, rough tongue instinctively gathering the drops of seed that it could. She whimpered softly as her lover pulled away from her to allow her to change.
She couldn't see the change, only feel and hear it as bones popped and muscles stretched and contracted. The skin from her nose to her chin turned numb and stiff. It seemed to grow tighter and tighter until it pressed against her teeth, and then merged with them. The inward motion quickly turned into an outward direction and Kiera could see her new beak extending. It was more brown than black, a bit lighter than the other areas of her body that had begun to alter. She could feel herself grinning, enjoying the alteration to her face.
Kiera didn't really mind the changes any longer. Every one of them seemed to result in her pleasure growing, her mind becoming more free and unrestrained, just like a proper succubus ought to. Her beak parted as she let out a soft sigh, a thick fan of tail feathers sprouting from just above her rump.
The increasingly chocobo-like shemale stood, looking back at her beautiful yellow-orange feathers and giggled, the sound a bird-like twitter. She ran her fingers over them, experimented with new muscles to move them around. "I have a built in cabaret girl decoration!" she giggled to her lover, nosing her beak against his.
They kissed once more, and though the action brought further heat and hardness to Kiera's loins, she shook her head and gently pushed him away. "No can do, hun, I need to take a shower to wash all this off. Then I'm going to get dressed up for a night on the town. Though I bet you can come with me."
She stroked his back, pressing up against his large, powerful form, "I bet you'd just love to go for a ride, stretch your legs, go for a nice long run..."
The choco warked happily and bobbed his head, "Great! I knew you'd understand!" Kiera said, giving her lover a gentle like on his cheek. She blushed a bit as she turned away, her manhood fully erect and throbbing. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as her feminine longing could get, but it was something that she would have to deal with.
"In the shower," she said to herself as she walked to her mother's room, she needed to find a nice outfit that suited her. Something to complement her mix of avian and Asian looks. She dripped chocobo-seed wherever she went, but she didn't care. The scent that spread from the droplets made her feel happy, contended, comfortable.
It took her a few moments to gather what she was going to wear, wrapped in a towel so as not to get them dirty. Kiera giggles as she stripped off the stained and ripped remnants of her clothes from earlier in the evening. She looked at herself in the mirror and gasped at the sight.
She had yet to see herself fully after the chocobo alterations had taken hold. The image in the mirror both startled and aroused her. She wasn't sure how exactly she had changed so much without noticing, but she also found that the alterations made her look... sexier. She blushed, her fans of tailfeathers puffing out as she stepped into the shower. She turned on the water, moaning as the warm spray caressed her cock.
Kiera licked the edge of her beak, one hand reaching for the soap, the other one curling around her cock. There was so much she wanted to do with herself, but so little time before the clubs closed. She had looked at the time and was shocked at how late into the night it had grown.
She began to spread slick suds over her aching shaft, the sensations making her shudder. Just a little masturbation wouldn't hurt; she could fit that in to the schedule...
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The choco-shemale sighed as the hot water washed over her, seeming to caress her overly sensitive body. Her aching member could be ignored for a few moments so that she could properly shampoo her hair and feathers. It took so much more time than usual to lather up her thick mane of black and gold hair, and even more to get her feathers soaped up.
Kiera blinked as she looked down to discover that she wasn't quite done undressing, she'd left her heels on. She found that it was more comfortable to walk with her heel elevated. It felt so natural that she hadn't really felt any reason to remove her shoes. She continued to stare at them, her tongue tracing over the edges of her beak, admiring the ruby red talons upon her toes and how they matched perfectly with the red of the heels.
Something seemed a bit off and she tried to puzzle it out as she let the suds soak. With her hands no longer occupied with the task, they immediately began to wander to her breasts and loins. Goddesses did her feet every look sexy in the strapped heels. But hadn't the alterations to her outfit come with a pair of knee-high platform heels? There hadn't been any straps involved, and the boots were rather solid. But the ones she was wearing were more ethereal, more classy, and yet more sluttish at the same time.
She shivered, a thick gout of precum oozing from her shaft, slickening the length as it oozed down. Kiera found her hand going from her breast to her balls, rubbing and caressing them, delighting in the oddly smooth skin of that particular area, the motion reminded her of her frantic pawings at herself that she had to endure where she was fully female. It was so weird, so completely totally weird that she felt more natural with a huge animal cock between her legs than her the pussy she'd been born with.
Despite herself, Kiera had found each alteration something fun and interesting, even if she'd been a bit reprehensive about everything at first. Now that Kiera thought about it, she'd been hesitatant to outright terrified at nearly everything that had come along during the evening. Everything after her alteration from tiny teen to gorgeous goddess had been something that she had resisted or been disgusted by to some degree, only for it to sink in as something not to worry about a few moments later. It wasn't merely her body being changed, but her mind. Was this something normal? Did a succubus' mind change along with her body? Funny that she'd never asked that before. It sounded like something that could easily happen, but it seemed to be something her mother would have warned her about if it had happened. Or maybe it was something that only some succubi did, and her mother had no idea about it, since she never experienced it?
Mmm... it was so hard to focus with such wonderful pleasure rushing over her. Kiera found herself distracted by mental images of cute girls that she had seen on her earlier trip, but hadn't been able to work up the nerve to talk to. But now? Now she felt more wild, more free. She wouldn't mind fucking a girl right in the middle of the dance floor. Or a guy.
Kiera let out a warbling sound that was half bird noise and half moan. The thought had been accompanied by a wave of pleasure unlike any other. Her pendant had even vibrated a little as she thought about it, the powerful fantasy feeding into the stone. Kiera giggled, absently covering her beak with one sticky, precum-covered hand.
Her beak, she had acquired that when she'd sucked off her sexy choco. She could still feel the faint warmth of his seed within her belly. Wait, she'd gained a beak with oral, she'd lost her womanhood with vaginal, and she'd gained a cock when the beast had cum in her the first time. Sex with him seemed to change her body.
The stone continued to vibrant, almost a constant hum now. It felt different now, not like before. Before it had set up sympathetic vibrations within Kiera's body where the changes were taking place, but now it seemed to fold around her like an embrace, coaxing with gentle touches here and there, though there was always a touch upon her loins. An ethereal hand just inside her shaft where it could caress cock and balls alike.
She could feel the heat of her lover's seed fading, the heat seeping into her veins. She let out a soft moan as a surge of pleasure accompanied some sudden pops from her body. Her chest and legs were shifting a bit, and she wasn't sure what the purpose was. She was just fine as she was, anything further really wasn't needed. She was supposed to be satisfying the lusts of several people, not merely one silly beast.
Her mind drifted from her changing body to her pleasures once more. She imagined herself in the men's bathroom at the club, a cute guy bent over the sink. Not traditional definitions of cute, the boy she imagined somewhat androgynous, dressed in clothes that would most certainly be considered girlish. A boy spelled with an I. 'Boi' was a word she'd thought of in the weird world of Terra Unita, since all the girly girls seemed to spell their names with an I rather than a Y or an IE. Kelli, Stephani, Tammi, Traci, Sandi, that sort of thing. It was the sort of word that you'd always dot the 'I' with a heart in order to write properly.
She thought of his boots, platformed heels like her own, panties beneath a leather miniskirt, skin tight tube top, well-styled hair, colored lipstick and eyeshadow; the perfect masculine counterpart to herself, just a touch on the other side of the gender spectrum. Kiera was a girl with more than a little guy to her, and she craved a guy with more than a bit of girl to him, but still on the side of masculine.
She could just imagine her heavy, bestial cock ramming into the boi's tight ass. The thought of her new member brought her back to the subject of her transformation, and she focused on it. She felt herself growing, several inches being added onto her already amazon-esque frame. She felt her chest pushing outwards a bit, accentuating her bust to almost ludicrous levels. Though at the thought the pendant seemed to glow for a moment, and Kiera's plentiful bust shrunk a bit to match the outgrowth of her more avian chest structure. It pleased her to have her assets about the same as they were before. It felt good to be more chocobo-like.
Kiera could feel intense changes in her legs. She released a drawn out 'wark' as she felt her hips swelling, the muscles growing, better suited to a running bird than a biped. But it simultaneously made her look a bit more feminine, which she also liked. She loved being the strange, in-between gender than she'd become. An avian twitter left her beak as she realized that she was, essentially, a boy right now. Sure, she had the general look of a woman to her, but she was lacking the bits that really counted.
That thought sent a huge rush of pleasure through Kiera; she let out a soft cry and dropped onto her feathered rump, her transforming legs in an in-between state unable to support her.. The changes didn't hurt, but they were more than she wanted. She could feel the skin upon her legs from the knees down forming into scales, hard and rough.
She looked over her cock to see long red talons extending from the ends of her shoes, shoes that seemed to be altering to fit her increasingly bird-like feet. Kiera watched in fascination as her toes and talons merged. They seemed to flow like liquid, five becoming four, the smallest absorbed by the one next to it, and then four becoming two. They were heavy, thick things, and shouldn't be thought of as pretty at all. But Kiera felt like she was being made even sexier.
A strange, dirty thought entered Kiera's mind, and it made her blush. Her legs continued to change and alter, her toes growing longer, her heel elongating, gaining a talon of its own, transformed into a third toe. She clenched her beak tightly, trying to avoid the temptation, but the idea was so strange and perverse she found it next to impossibly to resist.
She found her fingers moving away from her cock, unfastening the straps on her shoes, tossing them out of the shower. She didn't need them to walk naturally anymore, she would walk like a bird on her own. "No," she whispered, trying to stop herself, "I don't want to do this. I don't want to accept being a beast like this. I... I..."
She closed her eyes as her dexterous avian feet flexed new muscles, tightening around her massive length. The sensation drowned all of Kiera's resistance in a sea of texture-induced pleasure. Her chocobo feet were so much more useful than they'd ever been being human. They felt so good, and there was so much cock for her to jerk off. Both hands and both feet didn't even cover it. It felt so good to give into what her body wanted, it always rewarded her with greater and greater physical pleasure.
Kiera through her head back and let loose with a climactic shriek of bliss that she thought would shatter the glass doors of the shower for sure. But thankfully that wasn't the case. Instead of shatter she got splatter, her thick seed splattering all over the doors, walls, and ceiling of the shower. It was an incredible amount, with incredible intensity. Each climax Kiera seemed to experience was greater than the last, and she almost wanted to rub out another one in the shower.
She shook her head and chirped merrily, standing up on her new legs. Everything seemed to have been pulled upward, her feathers that had once been around her knees now were placed somewhere around mid thigh. Or what used to be mid thigh, she wasn't sure what exactly was where on her half-human half-chocobo legs. She could feel the tickle of new feathers growing in, forming what looked rather like a pair of feathered shorts.
She could feel them spreading over her arms, and down onto her cheeks and neck. Kiera giggled and slicked her hair back, thankful none of her seed had gotten into it. There seemed to be less than before, had she truly grown that much larger, or had she lost several inches of hair? It didn't matter much as she tucked it behind her ears, smooth and elven, covered in tiny feathers, she absolutely adored them.
The shemale tilted her head up, opening her beak, and than leaning back to swallow a big gulp of hot water, and than another. Her mouth felt dry, her tongue a bit thick. Not too surprising, prolonged arousal always gave her cottonmouth. She began to shampoo her hair and feathers once more, giggling as she looked over her generous bust and broad hips.
"I'm just about the sexiest guy ever." She said to herself with a giggle, her beak and thicker tongue slurring her words more than a bit, but Kiera didn't notice. She took another big gulp of water as she began to lather up the areas of her body that were still bereft of feathers. Most of her face, of course, the front of her neck, her breasts, shoulders, most of her back, her belly, and of course her altered legs. She did have a small tuft of feathers that had appeared between her breasts. Once more she giggled, enjoying the alterations. She opened her eyes, unable to see that the orange flecks within them had vanished, their brilliant red hue having dimmed to a shade of red-brown.
Kiera cupped her breasts and continued to giggle, "Nah, I'm not a guy. I'm the most well-endowed girl ever. In... umm..." she grasped for a word that she'd known before, but she couldn't quite get the hang of. It was on the tip of her beak, but she couldn't quite get it out. That merely made her twitter and chirp some more.
-o-
After a few minutes of lathering, rinsing, and applying conditioner, Kiera slipped out of the shower, feeling relaxed and refreshed. Her cock wasn't aching in the slightest and had retracted most of the way into her sheath, though it did look a little bit redder than before. Maybe due to the blood supply or something? Meh, it didn't matter. It just felt good.
Kiera gave her reflection a birdie grin, admiring the beautiful red of her bill. Had it been red before? Or had she painted it up that way, to make it match the sexy red of her talons? She toweled off as best she good and then set the hair dryer to work fluffing up her soggy feathers.
She giggled as some unexpected help began to aid her with the feathers. Her lover had opened the door to the bathroom, though Kiera could've sworn she locked it. He nibbled at her tail feathers, helping to get them spread out and properly aligned.
The quarter-succubus felt a little funny after her incredible climax, almost like she was intoxicated. "I'm not as think as I drunk you are!" she giggled to her choco, who looked at her with a side-tilted head and warked happily. He seemed like a rather intelligent animal, grabbing things that Kiera pointed to with his beak and bringing them to her. He also seemed to realize that she was getting dressed up and that they were going out, as for the first time he seemed to have absolutely no interest in anything of a sexual nature.
The shemale choco ran her tongue over her beak edges once more, pleasant images coming to mind. She made a small curtsy as the choco handed her a pair of elegant black shoes, "Thank you, my noble gentleman, but these too small for me. Wherever did you get them?" she scolded, placing them behind her on the counter, exactly where the beast had gotten them from.
Kiera hopped up onto the counter, kneeling so that she could be face to face with her lover. She nuzzled her beak against his, turning her head and parting her ruby red beak to allow her mate's tongue to toy with hers for a loving kiss. She sighed happily, pressing up against his soft, warm feathers. "I just love being with you." She murmured softly, "I think after I find myself a nice chicky to fill my ass at the club, I'll lure her out back and maybe we can both fuck her."
The shemale blinked, "No, I'm going to fill her ass. Or... something..." something seemed a bit off about the way she'd phrased that. There was a cock and an ass involved, but Kiera couldn't quite reconcile which pieces were going where, nor was she able to put her talon on why exactly that sounded funny. She liked girls; after all, she knew that. She wasn't interested in sex with boys in the slightest.
She chirped happily as her mate caressed her neckfeathers with his tongue, "Right! Getting dressed!" she said pleasantly, reaching for the shoes she'd placed on the counter.
"See?" she said to the choco, the shoes she had now more a series of straps and braces with a platform on the bottom than human shoes. After all, she couldn't wear human shoes, but these shoes would allow her to have the look and feel of platform heels with her wonderfully talented avian feet. Kiera felt a pleasured shiver go through her body at the thought of jacking off with her feet again.
She hopped down from the counter, taking a few experimental steps before doing a little dance and swaying her hips, "I'm just a sexy boi," she sang, "Sexy boi! I'm not your boi toy! Boi toy!" she giggled, wrapping her arms around her lover's neck, "Or am I? she said, full on laughing. "I've got a nice big cock and no vajayjay after all. But I've got nice big penguins!" that didn't seem quite right. Another kind of bird, "Robins! Wark! No, wait boobies! Tits! Knockers! Those aren't birds though." She explained to her beautiful bird.
Kiera tried to whistle as she began to style her hair, but found it rather difficult without lips. Her pendant throbbed gently and the choco-shemale cleared her throat, dislodging the bit of whatever that had made her song impossible. "Kweh! Bobby pins!" she said to her mate, pointing with a red talon.
A few moments later she had her hair, now more gold than black, done up in a perfect French twist, "Hmm, it needs a little bit..." her words trailed off into meaningless chirps and twitters, "Mom has a whole bunch, let's go find some!"
The chocobo nodded his head happily and followed the nude save for her shoes Kiera into her mother's bedroom. She had all sorts of wonderful jewelery. Some of it would go very well with her yellow and gold coloration. Like the gold and turquoise bracelets that her mate was nosing at.
"No, I think those might be a bit too expensive. Mom might get upset if I wear those." Kiera protested. Her pendant vibrated softly, sending a shiver of pleasure through her, making the shemale's member begin to grow erect. She blushed, relishing the thought of being naughty and disobedient. With a chirping giggle she began to don the items. Bracelets, a collar-like necklace, wonderfully dangly earrings, as well as several other items.
Kiera's lover grabbed a few in his beak and dropped down, warking softly and nibbling on her legs. "Good idea!" the shemale said, placing them upon her avian legs. They didn't quite fit at first, not wanting to stay in place. But Kiera quickly found the proper way to position them, and then it was like they had been made specifically to adorn her gorgeous avian body.
"Kweh! Good to go!" she said, and began walking towards the door, only to find a feathered barricade in her way. She looked at her lover with a look of bafflement. The chocobo leaned down and ran his tongue over Kiera's bare breast, shaking his head. It was enough to make her feathers fluff in a terribly shamed blush. How had she almost forgotten her dress? She'd almost gone out into public completely and utterly in the nude! How shameful. But it also felt... so natural.
"Thanks for reminding me!" Kiera giggled, darting off into the bathroom. She nearly moaned as she slid into her dress. It clung to her with wonderful tightness, showing off all her curves, and a great deal of skin and feathers. She admired the way it held tight to her rump, almost a second skin, while still allowing her tailfeathers an exit to be displayed and shown off, instead of cramped.
"Goddesses, I look sexy." She murmured softly, blushing as she found herself further aroused by her own reflection. At the same time it seemed hard to reconcile the image in the mirror with Kiera's own picturing of herself, but also that she couldn't possibly imagine being any different. Well, maybe a little different. She was absolutely gorgeous, though she could see places for improvement. Her breasts looked a bit too big on her, how had she ever thought that being so big and bulky was sexy? The mix of skin and feathers seemed a bit... odd. It made her look uneven and incomplete. But still, it made her look wonderfully exotic, especially coupled with her earlier changes.
She still had aspects of the statuesque Asian amazon that she had desired to be earlier in the evening. But looking back on it, that fantasy seemed awkward somehow. She hadn't even wanted a cock with that body. How could she have ever been without such a beautiful organ? All smooth and round and sensual, and so useful too. You could put a cock just about anywhere, into just about anything, and it would work. You could make it feel so wonderful with just your hands. The wonderfully explosive climaxes satisfied her like nothing ever had before. She'd crammed just about everything into her pussy at one time or another, and it all felt the same, all leading to the same disappointing result. But this? This was so much better. She couldn't wait to try it out properly, to ram it into some cute guy's ass or have him wrap his lips around it.
Kiera let out a soft moan as the image filled her mind and she blushed as her obvious erection showed through the tight, sleek, black fabric of her dress. Her large, bestial cock could clearly be seen as it grew to full arousal, somewhere in the general vicinity of her navel. It tugged the dress's skirt tight against her loins, showing off her equally large balls.
"Oh... oh my..." she whispered, seeing the wetness of her precum further darken the fabric. Her body wanted sex, but it seemed... subdued. For the first time Kiera's desire felt like something manageable, like something she could ignore. It was a bit annoying, true, it would indeed feel really good to deal with it. But as the shemale turned from the mirror she found her arousal actually fading. It had never done that before, not without a lot of effort. It felt really, really nice to be able to control her desires, rather than letting them control her.
Though the sensations of her cock against the bare skin of her belly and the slick fabric of the dress was a bit distracting as Kiera walked, she found that just standing around and taking deep breaths, thinking about riding her wonderful mate to the club, rather than him riding her in a rather fun way, helped to soften her shaft, to make it retreat back into her sheath. She absently nibbled on some food that she must've left out earlier. The thick leafy fern atop the entertainment center was absolutely delicious.
She shuddered as her pendant began to vibrate once more, her cock's flagging erection immediately doing an about face as Kiera made a meal of the fern. She let out a soft "Wark!" as she devoured the plant, not knowing why it fuelled her arousal. The shemale turned her head, looking around for her lover, but sadly finding him not around. She hoped he wasn't tearing up her mom's bedroom. So she would have to tend to her hard-on by herself, without the added fun of her mate's cock stuffed into her rear. The very thought of it made her let out a soft squawk of longing.
Kiera wrestled with her shaft, trying to get it free from her tight, slinky dress. The sheer amount of thick, gooey precum that leaked from her member made the inside of her dress sticky, and the outside dark and stained. But that only excited her further, made her pendant grow warmer. Making a mess didn't really matter.
Goddesses was her cock ever gorgeous, red-brown, bestial, glistening with pre-cum. It made her mouth water. Or was that her beak? She giggled at the oddity and the idle thought. Could she actually get it in her mouth? It was absolutely massive, and with her avian bill, her reach was quite bit longer than it was when she'd been fully human. There was a pretty good chance, and she was probably pretty flexible...
The shemale couldn't help it. She bent down, raising one leg as she did so, not realizing how bird-like it was. The half-chocobo bent down, opening her beak wide, her hands wrapped around her shaft to guide it in, and then... absolute bliss. How could she ever have been without her wonderful cock? There was no reason in the world to ever go back to being fully female like she had been. This was so easy, so much fun, and felt so good.
Her long, rough tongue easily curled around her length, the dexterous muscle coaxing mouthfuls of sweet pre from her manhood. Heh, 'her' manhood. It would be so much easier to think of herself as male, aside from her breasts and a bit of feminine shape to her, Kiera didn't really have much in the way of femininity, aside from the way she dressed. It felt so good to imagine herself as even more masculine, without breasts entirely, just her broad avian chest, giving the illusion of cleavage. Goddesses, that would be so sexy. Seducing cute boys thinking that she was a girl, whipping out her huge, thick cock that would dwarf theirs, sucking their dicks, letting them pound her ass, and then coaxing them into letting her do the same.
The very thought of it turned her on more than anything ever had in her entire life. She'd be a sexy boi, seducing other males, coaxing them into girl's clothes, into girlish attitudes and behaviors. It felt oh so deliciously deviant. She wanted to, she wanted to so very, very badly. Images flashed though her head of her male classmates, the cute ones, given a bit of a magical coaxing towards a more feminine shape, dressed up in sexy schoolgirl uniforms, their hair grown out long, eyeshadow, nail polish, and lipstick applied.
Or what about the other way? The other girls at school overrun with succubus magic, made to abandon their womanhood in favor of a huge, throbbing cock between their legs? A strange, selfish feeling came over Kiera and she rejected the idea. No, she didn't want to share the strange, special thing she had with anyone. Especially not another girl. She wasn't really interested in them, boys where so much more interesting, so much more fun. Especially when Kiera could coax them into becoming bois, like herself. Himself. Whatever.
The image of a half dozen feminized classmate as cock-hungry pets, dressed up in platform heels and sexy outfits, that was the image that filled Kiera's mind as her fantasy. But in order to do it she'd need to change herself a bit further. The Succubus Stone, now attached to the turquoise and gold collar, almost like a tag of ownership, felt red hot against her skin, heightening her pleasure incredibly at the thought.
Kiera let out a muffled avian cry of pleasure as she climax, her own hot and sticky seed flooding her beak, dipping out onto her dress, making a terrible mess beneath her. She stood fully upright, jacking herself off rapidly, the Stone drawing out her climax wonderfully, rewarding her for such erotic and deviant desires. The dress was in all likelihood ruined, as soaked in cum as it was. But the chocobo shemale paid no mind to it, nor to the thick streams and splatters on the wall, the furniture, and the carpet.
She didn't want to be a girl anymore, not in the slightest. She was fantasizing about being a sexy, beautiful boi, and in order to do that she needed to have a bit of fun with her mate. The Stone grew hotter still, stirring her passions to boiling as she imagined introducing her bois to her beautiful bird, letting him fuck them, changing them into hot, feathered beauties like herself. Oh that was even sexier still, the thought of her own flock of slutty choco-bois.
Kiera warked happily as she headed back towards her mother's bedroom, looking for her lover to help make her fantasy a reality.
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Kiera giggle-chirped at the mess her mate had made in her mother's room. He'd yanked all the blankets off the bed, tossed them back on, and added additional blankets and bedsheets from the hall linen closet to make himself a rather comfortable nest. He warked happily at Kiera and stood, nuzzling her with his beak.
The chocoboi could already sense that his... her... mate was already growing aroused and he seemed to know what she had in mind. "Just a..." Kiera trailed off into feral sounds for a moment, "...bit." she finished, not wanting him to mess up her dress. The shemale couldn't believe she was already erect once again. She let out a soft moan as she hiked up her dress, slipping into the bed beneath her mate.
Had she put on panties with her outfit? She couldn't quite recall, she'd thought she did. It was sexier to her than going out on the town without them. After all, how mouth-wateringly delightful was it to tug up your dance partner's skirt only to find an erect, throbbing shaft concealed within a pair of girl's panties? She didn't remember if she'd put any on, but she couldn't recall having taken them off either.
She felt her body begin to change even before her male entered her. Just a few drops of his precum seemed enough to trigger her further transformation. The sensations were so intense, so wonderful, Kiera found herself completely caught up in them, not even noticing the sensation of the beautiful beast slipping his shaft inside of her.
The chocoboi was growing again, Kiera felt him... herself gaining height and mass, and yet she felt... lighter in some respects, her bones becoming hollow, avian, even as they grew.
She felt a tickle that made her twitter with giggles as feathers emerged from her skin, all at once this time, rather than a slow spread like they were before. She felt her arms beginning to ache a little bit, her hands especially. Kiera watched over her beak in fascination as the feathers on her forearms grew larger, much larger.
Still, despite her transformation, her dress and shoes still fit comfortably, the magic of the pendant allowing them to fit the more avian body that she was gaining by the minute. She almost felt disappointed that her cock wasn't growing anymore, it seemed that the changes had added that first and gotten it to full size with the intent of her growing into it as her transformation progressed.
No, his transformation. Kiera blushed as she felt her ribcage pressing outward even further, soft breast tissue giving way to the strong wing muscles that could potentially provide flight. The chocoboi giggled at the idea, he was slightly goldish, but his feathers lacked the tell-tale metallic gleam that would assure that he could fly. The girly-boi closed his eyes, basking in the dual pleasures of a body continuing to change, as well as his mate slamming into his rump, forcing his own shaft to thrust against the bedcovers. The soft silken sheets felt absolutely delightful.
Kiera gripped the covers with his wings... hands, each thrust coaxing a pleasured wark from his increasingly avian throat. Mmm... it felt good to be like this, not quite human, not quite beast, but rather something in between. Just like it felt good to be not quite female, but about as close as a guy could get.
He felt thoughts of the club slipping away, why bother going out to find people to fuck when he had all the fucking he wanted right here? His mate seemed almost insatiable, and Kiera longed to explore his fully male form, as well as explore his lover's body. How did one go about coaxing a choco into letting you mount them?
The boi felt the power of the transformation fading, its job done, allowing him to relax and purely enjoy the sensation of lovemaking with his mate. He turned his long neck back, nuzzling the larger male's chest, coaxing him into a kiss. It was a moment of sheer perfect bliss. He felt the choco tense, his climax readying just as Kiera reached the peak of his own pleasure.
The climax was so intense it brought sensations of bright light and strange noise with it. Kiera warked happily as his balls emptied themselves, a huge puddle spreading over the bed beneath him. It took several moments to realize that the bright light was the overhead light having been flipped on, and the strange noises were the sounds of unfamiliar laughter.
The chocoboi blinked and turned his head towards the source of the sound. Apple green hair, tanned skin, lips tinted a metallic shade of the same green. Kiera's eyes widened at the sight of his... her mother standing in the doorway. It was like a bubble had been popped, and only now did she truly realize what she was doing. Her... his... she wasn't sure if she ought to be a boy or a girl, feathers fluffed in a shamed blush. She was having sex. With an animal. On her mother's bed. Turned halfway into said animal and male to boot.
"Oh you naughty, naughty girl." Paige managed between giggles, "It's about time!"
She was grinning from ear to ear, but Kiera couldn't figure out why. For some reason it was kind of hard to think. It had been kind of hard to think for awhile now. How long ago had it started? When had her mind shifted from its normal place to the strange fantasies and desires she had now? She was interested in girls, she remembered. She had never been interested in guys at all, but now... Now she couldn't imagine having sex with a girl. At the very least her lover would need to have a cock of some sort. The bigger the better. Like on her beautiful bird.
She fluffed up more and tried to bury her face in the covers as she realized that she'd been fucking an animal all night long, and had even begun to think of him as her lover and mate. And yet... what was so wrong with that? It felt good to have a close, intimate companion, especially one whose sex drive matched her own. Kiera tried to bury herself in the covers out of shame as she realized that she was being turned on once again, entirely because she was right in front of her mother with a huge bird cock crammed up her ass.
"Oh no, no!" Paige said softly, coming over to the bed. Kiera warked softly as the half-succubus ran her fingers through Kiera's short, almost entirely golden hair. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie!"
Her mother's voice had a different tone to it than Kiera was used to. She sounded... different, happy, and... oddly proud. She coaxed Kiera's head up out of the covers, her lavender gaze enticing, bewitching. The chocoboi opened her beak to say something, but instead she found her mother's tongue meeting her own.
The kiss was electric, sending a thrill through Kiera, and she found herself instantly erect again. Despite herself, her weird mental alterations to not find girls at all attractive, she found herself turned on tremendously by her mother. She was left gasping for air once the kiss was broken, her bestial member painfully hard.
Whatever words that came to mind vanished as her mate pulled away, the sensation making the chocoboi cry out. He yawned and hopped off of the bed, admiring one of the potted plants in the corner of the bedroom.
"You're a very pretty birdie, Kiera." Paige purred. Kiera looked at the half-succubus with wide, confused eyes. She tried to form words, but found that her throat, tongue, and beak didn't really want to cooperate. All she managed was a questioning "Kweh?"
"We can take on our lover's fantasies, my dear. The more we please one individual, the more out bodies have the potential to change even further to what out lovers desire. It can be overwhelming, especially the first time." She grinned and ran her thumb over Kiera's gold and turquoise collar and then gave a flick to the stone that hung from it.
"Especially when naughty girls can't wait for their powers to blossom and have them turbocharged by this silly, hungry rock. It's a neat little gem, but it has something akin to a mind of its own. Fantasies and preferences of the succubus that made it seeping in. If you don't know how to protect your mind, little birdie, the stone can swoop right in and make itself a nest in there."
Somehow Kiera had been coaxed onto her back and she shivered as her mother brushed her fingertips over her daughter's bestial length, the merest touch making the organ erupt with a torrent of precum that splattered all over Kiera.
Paige clicked her tongue, "Such a messy little canary." She teased, leaning down and dragging her tongue over her daughter's hard-on.
The half-succubus wrapped one delicate hand around Kiera's monster member and slowly began to stroke. "I know you've been dreaming about this day, the day you get your powers and can join the ranks of the Sisterhood. Just calm down, relax, don't fight it. You want him to fuck you now, don't you? Even though you know that there's only one or two times left before he turns you into a complete and utter animal."
Kiera closed her eyes and found herself nodding, reluctantly. Even now she longed to have her mate's cock buried in her ass, or stuffed into her beak. The fantasies of it were so vivid, the reassuring weight of him atop her, his soft feathers against her own, the gentle nibbles as he groom her.
"Don't be ashamed, just admit it, dear. You want to be an animal, and not just any animal. You want to be his little girlyboy fucktoy, don't you?" the succumbs whispered, picking up the pace on Kiera's cock.
"Say it."
Kiera opened her beak, but no words came out, her body no longer capable of voicing them. But the intent came through all the same. She knew what would happen to her, her mind continuing to fog until she was little more than a complete and total animal. But that didn't seem so bad, and the more her cock was stroked, the more Kiera found herself okay with it.
"Yeah, you want to be a dumb animal, don't you?" Paige said with a giggle, "Silly. But I just want to make sure that my little girl grows up to be happy, even if it is as a great big gay bird." She teased.
"Don't be afraid." She whispered, "Just let it happen. Take all the parts of your mind that are human and pack them up, put them in a box. You're not going to need them for awhile. If your own true powers never develop, you might not ever need them again."
Kiera panted, her foggy mind awash with thoughts of panic, of potential resistance. Suddenly she found herself spun over, with Paige beneath her. The succubus holding Kiera's cock just shy of her own sex.
"You've got two options, my sweet," she purred, "Option one is that you turn away from this, we take that naughty gem away and we find you some nice girlfriends to fuck to get you back sort of like you used to be. Things stop right here and there's no more monkey business with you, me, or Big Bird's well-hung brother over there."
"Option two is more of a subset of options, really. You shove that sexy bird-dick into me. You're a male now, and a little bit of fun with you would do wonders to fulfill my appetite. That could mean, of course, that you're already too far gone in the head to realize what you're doing, that all you want it pleasure."
"But then again it might be because you want to try your luck with that silly rock, to see if you have the potential to be like your mommy, a proper succubus. That's what the stone is for, you see. It's a test for new Sisters. If you can't escape it, you don't have the power or the will to be one of us."
Paige's foggy mind parted for one moment to allow one clear thought. She closed her eyes and nodded, letting out a soft wark as her cock slipped into her mother's depths.
"Or it could be that you're not quite too far gone, but you just love sex with your new mate too much to stop. I think it's cute, I leave you alone for one night and I walk in on you and your feathered... mmm... lover."
The chocoboi found Paige's words less and less understandable, but she... no, he didn't care. This was something Kiera had to do. For all his life he'd wanted the power that had been used tonight. If he couldn't overcome it, than he wasn't meant to have it. He smiled as he heard Paige whistle, felt the bed shift as his mate climbed up onto it.
Even if he couldn't overcome the stone, things wouldn't be so bad. Not bad at all. He was going to end up with two people... well one person and one chocobo, that loved him dearly. Paige would make sure he was taken care of, even if he did completely and utterly become a beast.
Kiera smiled as he felt his mother tug up his dress, pushing up his tailfeathers to help his mate to enter him once more. He did as his mother instructed, wrapping up all the human concerns in his mind and setting them aside. The stone needed no climaxes to capitalize on pure will, and the chocoboi found his body suffused with a transformation unlike any other.
It felt like water being poured into him, more than poured, pumped with the force of a fire hose. Bones popped and cracked as the humanity faded from them, muscles swelling and stretching as they raced to become those of a near quarter-ton running machine, rather than a svelte, girlish chocoboi.
Kiera panted as his body grew and grew, pleasures unimagined building deeper within him than the mere physical. This was fulfillment of something mental, something spiritual.
The former female looked at his reflection in the mirror over the bed, watching his dress change from a slinky black evening gown into a set of straps and saddle, equally elegant, but more suited to his new body. That brought a grin of sorts to his beak face. He watched as his feathered ears faded away beneath feathers, the last of his short hair turning gold, and then vanishing entirely beneath yellow and white feathers.
The last of his human features faded, the red of his beak fading, the purple eyeshadow vanishing as well. The only trace there had ever been something human being the bit of an Asiatic slant to the eyes.
Kiera warked in surprise as his neck was seized, his beak brought down to meet his mother's mouth, "Give mommy a kiss before you fill her up, pretty birdie..." Paige whispered.
The chocobo's body tensed and there was a brief thought... a thought that soon vanished in a sea of instinct and sensation. The pleasured cries of two fully grown male chocobos and one half-human half-demon rattled the windows.
And then there were no more thoughts.
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Paige sighed contentedly as she coaxed the two huge birds to withdraw. Both chocobos nuzzled her happily, nibbling on her hair and trying to groom non-existent feathers with their tongues. The succubus let out a contended sigh of pleasure as she snuggled up against her former daughter.
"Mommy hasn't had that much fun in years, Kiera." She whispered to the yawning bird, "It would be a shame to let all the fun go to waste, especially now that you don't need... ow!"
Paige found herself with a nipped hand as she tried to retrieve the Succubus Stone from Kiera's collar. She chuckled and patted the smaller chocobo's cheek, "Okay, okay, I'm not going to take your pretties. They're yours."
Kiera warked happily and lowered his head, tucking it beneath one wing. Paige soon found herself sandwiched quite comfortably between the two big birds. She let out a yawn of her own and snuggled into the larger male's flank. "Well, honey, let's hope your boyfriend here doesn't snore," she said with a giggle.
The larger male snorted loudly, waited a few moments, and snorted again.
"Well, at least he has a sense of humor," Paige chuckled, drifting off to sleep. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Hotel Frolics Ch. 02
Tags: lesbian, anal, squirting, shaving
*I’m sorry that the second half to this story has taken such a long time to finish off. I apologise, but here it is and I hope you’ll like it. The story takes off right where it ended in “Hotel Frolics”; with Anna and Tom preparing to shave Frida…Comments and feedback is greatly appreciated. /LP*
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Anna turns to me. "Can you get me the hose and turn on the water?"
Thrilled to participate, I reach for the shower hose and turn the water on so I can hose down her pussy. As I hose it down Anna strokes it and rubs Frida's clit lightly, teasing it in passing. We can't hear any complaints. I move the hose to get her crotch all wet and to clear out the loose hair. I resist moving a hand down to touch the now trimmed pussy, but all inside all I want to do is open those swelling lips and push a finger in. But Anna is watching me intently and with razor in hand. By now my dick is really really hard and as usual Anna notices. Another quick rub from her free hand and my pre-cum is once again rubbed all over the head. She lingers a little longer, squeezing me and giving me a quick wank. I always love when she does, but especially in this situation!
Time to lather up. Sara is standing by the open doorway and watches intently.
"Can you pass me the foam?" Anna asks me. I hand her the can.
"Can you help me a bit?"
"Uh, what?" I say, dumbfounded.
"Help me out here, we need to lather her up rich so it'll be easier to shave."
Hardly believing my luck I spray a big glob of foam into my hand and reach for Frida's pussy. Anna has already worked up a good amount of lather, but I eagerly add the foam in my hand. Silently I enjoy the slippery feeling of it all.
While working up a rich lather and running my hand through Frida's trimmed pubes, I see Anna touching Frida's pussy lips, her fingers teasingly gliding along the gash. My rock hard cock twitches in joy at the sight of her hands moving all the way back to her friend's asshole, making sure it's all lathered up more than adequately.
Frida's eyes meet Anna's and by the dilated pupils, slightly heavy eyelids and ragged breathing I can tell she's enjoying this as much as we are. As Anna works the lather up and down Frida's slit I concentrate on her mound. Carefully I part Frida's outer lips, nudging closer to her clit. Her hips push forward as my fingers touches it. Gently I pry the lips and work around the red little knob. I can feel her hips slowly rocking against my hand and my heart makes an excited jump when she reaches down to part her lips for me.
"Keep doing that to her," Anna whispers. "It'll make her more relaxed."
I happily oblige and keep rubbing Frida's protruding clit. The sight of it throbbing and the pungent smell from her moist pussy is getting to me. I start to rub in bigger circles, including her whole pussy area. Her juices are collecting and her hips keep meeting my hand with a new eagerness that wasn't there before. The fact that she's keeping herself open to my prying fingers makes it all the more delectable.
"Do you like what Tom's doing?" Anna whispers huskily into Frida's ear.
"Yes..."
"Then think about how nice it'll feel when we're done shaving you. Imagine the feeling of his tongue on your bare skin..."
She grabs the razor and hands it over to me. I take it and carefully begin to shave the sides of the mound. After every stroke I clean the razor in the water stream from the bathtub. As I move in towards the centre I ask Frida if she wants me to leave some in the middle, but she insists it's all gotta go. Who am I not to oblige?
"Make sure you don't miss anything," Anna says, smiling.
I make sure everything is tip-top smooth before moving onto Frida's pussy area. Like any other sane man I love the feeling of playing with a girl's pussy, and this is one day I won't forget in a hurry!
Frida parts her legs more so I can reach properly. It's nice to get even more access to that pussy of hers. Oh boy, she's going to get such a licking, whether she likes it or not!
I pin down her left labium and carefully manoeuvre the razor in short gentle strokes until it's clean. Then I give it another pass and inspect it, cleaning up any stray strands that are left closer to her opening. Before I move on to do the same on the other side I can't help tease her a little by playing with her clit, and slowly rubbing her pussy up and down it's length with the tip of my finger. With my thumb I hold open her opening and let it go in just slightly, but mainly I concentrate on her clit.
All this time I keep eye contact with her. She is hardly blinking and watches me intently. Then her eyes go to Anna and then back to me. Her breathing is shallow but rapid, sort of mini gasps. She's surprisingly calm. Perhaps she's not as innocent as Anna has made her out to be?
The atmosphere has changed and from the corner of my eye, I can tell Sara's still by the doorway. She's not standing though. In fact, she's sitting down with a hand down her trousers. I throw a quick glance in her direction and realise she's playing with herself. I wonder how long she's been doing that. Anna's sitting next to me and has a satisfied smile on her lips. I can see her nipples have become erect and the cold air in the bathroom is making her breasts tighten. I am hoping everyone is as turned on as me.
Turning back to Frida I continue to shave. Suddenly I feel something by my mouth and my nose drills are filled with a heavy scent. I open my mouth and feel Anna's fingers, coated with her own pussy juices, slipping into my mouth. It's slick and has a nice familiar taste to it. I lick it all off and grin at Anna. Knowing how wet she gets I bet she has created a small puddle on the floor! That's one thing I like about her, she gets easily turned on and lubricated quite a lot. I decide to reach round to see just how wet she is.
"Oh my god, you're wet!" I say hoarsely. It turns me on even more to feel Anna sliding in her own juices on the floor as I probe her pussy. I hook two fingers in and push and pull her pussy a little.
"You really are sopping wet, you horny little bitch, aren't you!" I chuckle, before returning my attentions back to Frida.
I continue to shave the other side of her pussy, making sure I haven't missed anything. Finally I move further down her crack and shave every last bit very gently and slowly, taking care not to nick her anus or anywhere else. I enjoy the feeling of rubbing my hand up and down her completely smooth snatch. It's still slippery from the lather and Frida doesn't seem to mind at all. If she's still shy, she's hiding it very very well.
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Anna hands me the shower stream and I in turn hand it to Frida. Hesitantly she guides it between her parted legs and cleans her shaven snatch for the first time. With the gentle stream of warm water pressed right in to her pussy, she cocks her legs slightly, revelling in this highly arousing – though unusual - situation. She's aware that everyone's looking at her, even her sister who is standing not eight feet away and can see her wide-open smooth pussy.
Frida's top is a little wet from the shower water, so she takes it off and reveals a semi-transparent bra. Her nipples are quite evident, darkened and visibly protruding through the material. Her breasts are shapely and full. I can't help wishing she'll take it off, or let me to it for her!
"So, how does it feel?" Anna asks. "Do you like it?"
Frida looks down at her clean-shaven snatch. Timidly she touches the smooth skin.
"It feels...different."
"It takes a while to get used to, and you might have some problem with itching in the beginning, but don't worry. It'll be fine and you'll get used to it."
"It's so...smooth," Frida says, hardly believing it. "My skin feels so soft."
"Yes," Anna smiles. "Don't you love it?"
Meanwhile I take the shower head and drop it back into the bath. I then move in to Frida's inner thigh and place a gentle kiss. Carefully I kiss along her thigh until I reach her pussy. My lips brushes over her clit while my tongue subtly flick over her gash. Thankfully she doesn't move or close her legs, nor does she push me away. Feeling bolder I plant gentle rosebud kisses on her thighs, and then brave licking her slit with my tongue. She shudders and lightly holds me by the face with one hand, and clasps the back of it with the other.
When I look up Frida's looking directly at me, steadily breathing through her mouth. She parts her legs some more, eagerly moving her pelvis up towards me slightly. I can smell her aroma now and feel the heat emanating from her depths. As my tongue guides its way up her opening, from bottom to her erect clit, it probes a little firmer and I can feel a coating of slick juice on my tongue and trailing behind. I swallow and it tastes, oh, so very good. In fact, I want some more of it and eagerly continue to tease and probe my tongue inside her hole, lapping it up a few times, withdrawing and swallowing again.
I can hear her breath getting deeper, and when I look her toes are curled and her back is a little arched. Smiling to myself I can't help but assume she's enjoying the sensations. Gently I part her lips with my thumbs, spreading and pushing up, proudly revealing her engorged clit. I blow on it slightly then very tenderly play my tongue around it and kiss it some more. My lips surround it as I suck it softly. As I suck I work my way down her length, into the hole and back up, enveloping it in her own juices which are now bubbling out of her eager and wanting hole. I watch as it contracts and opens, showing me everything she has to offer. Her juices are flowing freely and I take the opportunity to press my flattened tongue and wiggle it up and down her pussy. I don't know what the others are making of this, but Frida's finding it difficult answering that same question herself, going by her responses.
"Relax," I can hear Anna's voice say. "Go with the flow. Enjoy it. Lie back and relax."
Anna's words seem to have a somewhat calming effect on Frida. I can feel her relaxing a bit more, but now and then she tenses up. It's like she doesn't know how to respond to the situation. Who can blame her?
She's a quiet girl, although from time to time she does let out a soft moan or cry. At those times a wonderful tingle runs through my body. I find her soft moans very arousing as they come from a deep place and hit the right note in me.
Meanwhile I can hear Anna's not holding back. Knowing her libido to be matching mine, at times surpassing it, I look behind me and find she has worked herself into a bit of a sweat by now. She is crouching and has two fingers inside of her while panting as she watches me give head to her friend only a few inches away.
Suddenly Anna stops her administrations. Someone's put a finger inside of her and as she pulls her's out and tries to steady herself, she looks behind and sees Sara looking at her with a pleasurable look. I can tell Anna's surprised, for a brief minute she doesn't seem to know how to react to her friend's invading finger, but pretty soon she closes her eyes and give out a loud groan.
"Put another in," she begs hoarsely.
Sara obliges and slides another finger into Anna's soaking pussy. Her fingers are strong and curved slightly along the shape of Anna's pussy.
"Oooh, that's so nice," Anna sighs, slowly rocking her hips to meet Sara's fingers. From experience I know she loves having two or three fingers inside of her, moving in a steady pace and sometimes speeding up. I can tell she's enjoying Sara's administrations, but I also know she'll sooner or later want to feel more rugged and forceful thrusts.
I take a break from licking Frida, but keep my fingers inside of her for playing while watching Anna and Sara. Anna is reaching under to feel Sara's persistent fingering. She wipes her dripping cum off her bald mound and then makes contact with Sara's slippery fingers. Sara's got three fingers going in and out now, and by the sounds of Anna's moaning and groaning, she's certainly enjoying it!
By now Sara's index finger on the other hand finds its way to Anna's asshole and begins to play with it lightly. She is quickly losing her inhibitions now and her kinkier side is starting to show. Surprisingly enough she bends down and starts to lick Anna's puckered hole. For Anna it's a subtle change, but judging from her hips moving backwards to take in more of Sara's finger, she likes what's being done to her.
Just watching Sara fingering Anna's pussy and ass is enough to make me cum right there and then, but I manage to control myself. The room is now filled with the sounds emanating from a wet pussy being played with. Or should I say pussies?
Sara's fingering is a bit erratic as she concentrates on Anna's pussy and asshole. When she stops fingering Anna whimpers loudly, although three fingers are still deep inside her pussy. Being the nice girl that she is, Sara soon continues to tease Anna's asshole. Watching Anna's face contort in absolute pleasure gets me more and more worked up. My dick is rock hard by now and I'm dying to get a taste of Anna's pussy when Sara's done with her.
Frida in her turn has her eyes closed and her upper body's slightly arched back, resting on the marble mantle shelf that houses the cistern. By now the mirrors are steamed from the heat of the water. I look at Friday and take in the sight of her pussy. It looks delicious and as my mouth encircles her I suck, lick and probe to my heart's content. She tastes sooo good.
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I can feel Frida really juicing up now and the more I lick up and down her slit, her sweet juices run along it. Carefully I begin caressing her ass hole with one hand, while the other cups her breast. Frida herself is kneading her other breast and pushing at my mouth and finger. I gently begin tracing my tongue down her slit, from her clit, around her pussy hole and down towards the small brown hole. As I'm not sure if she's ever dabbled into anal before, I try to stay alert to any signals of her wanting me to stop.
"Is this ok with you," I ask to be on the safe side.
"Uhh...yes..., do it...," she whispers back as the tip of my tongue reaches its goal.
"Oh!" I hear her gasp in a surprised voice. I continue to tease her puckered hole with my tongue, my other hand now strumming her clit and working it's tempo to a crescendo. Without warning her anus contracts and she lets out a desperate sigh.
"Oooh, oh my God, I think...I think I'm cumming!" she groans. By now I can feel her legs start to shake and her pussy contracts violently. Suddenly the legs twinge and at the same moment something wet sprays my face. I can feel her grab my hair as her legs quivers and she bucks her back as she spasms.
"Uh..oooh...keep licking!"
My face is soaked by her pussy juice and she keeps pushing me into her with force. When she finally lets go of my hair I look up at her and see her whole body reclining as it was before. Her nipples are hard and there's a pink blush on her cheeks and neck. Her chest is heaving and her body glistening with a film of sweat. Her breathing's heavy as if she's hesitant to let go of the feeling within her, relinquishing it and holding on to it for as long as it lets her to.
It takes me a while to realise how hard my cock is by now. My balls are tight and filled with semen that can't wait to be released. As I return to earth, it dawns on me that Anna is holding my bursting rock solid cock and wanking me as hard as she dares. She seems to be enjoying being played with by Sara, while giving me an excellent hand job. I sure as hell won't stop her!
Instead I spread my legs to give her better access. God it feels good to have a woman hold me! As I'm crouched my face is only inches from Frida's beautifully smooth and soaking wet pussy. I quietly revel in the sight. She gives me a content smile and keeps her legs open for me.
Anna suddenly pulls away her hand.
"Turn around. I want to blow you."
I swivel round and reposition myself so that I can give her better access to my dick, as well as watch Sara kneeling down behind her, licking her and fingering her. And then I feel something wet and warm taking me deeper and deeper in.
Anna's really working it. Her mouth goes down my shaft as far as she can manage, and all the time her tongue flickers around it. It's like she's making intricate patterns along it. Occasionally she'll go slowly up again and just suck the head.
"Do you like what I'm doing?" she asks with a devilish grin.
"I love it," I reply in a hoarse voice. "You know I love it when you suck me."
"You do?" She pulls off for a breather and teasingly runs the tip of her tongue along her lips.
"Oh yeah, fuck I love it when you go down on me!"
"Good..." and down she goes again. I moan loudly and begin to move my hips upwards to meet those luscious lips of hers'. For a while I loose myself in the bliss of Anna's mouth, but pretty soon I remember Sara. I open my eyes and look at her. She's looking directly at me, and then dives back into Anna's pussy.
"Mmm..., keep doing that," Anna whimpers.
Whatever Sara is doing Anna sure seems to enjoy it. From my point of view it seems Sara is both fingering as well as giving her a good licking. Occasionally Anna will push back against Sara's hand and I'll see Sara's hand drive faster into her.
"Oh yes! Keep doing that!" Anna pants. Her breathing's sometimes irregular, and I can only imagine how hard it must be for her to concentrate on both giving me a blow job, as well as trying not to cum while Sara's pumping two fingers into her.
At one point I swear Sara's looking at me provocatively before taking out her middle finger from Anna's soaked pussy. While holding my gaze she licks it to the hilt, then submerge it deep back into Anna's pussy. Anna in turn is frantically licking along my shaft while sporadically gulping it all the way down.
"Oh fuck!"
I can't help but groaning and imagining how Sara is now plunging four fingers in and out of Anna's pussy. From what I can see her hand is now very wet indeed from all of Anna's juices. Knowing her, there won't ever be a shortage of lubrication.
Occasionally Anna stops to enjoy what Sara's doing to her. Then she gets back to blowing me and every time I feel the head of my cock touch the back of her throat, I moan loudly. I absolutely adore the feeling of my head rubbing on the roof of her mouth and back of the throat continuously as she takes me in and out again.
"Yeah, suck it hard. Do it as hard as you can."
"Mmmm, you taste wonderful," Anna smiles at me. "I really want you to cum. I crave you so much."
I grab her hair and bury my hands in it while gently pulling her down onto my cock.
"Do it," I say.
"Do what?" she chuckle in between sucks, knowing fully well what I'm after.
"Stick it in. Stick a finger up my ass." I thrust my hips faster against her face and let out the loudest groan of tonight as I feel her finger press into my back opening and massaging me to a full orgasm.
For a while it seems as if time has stopped. My mind goes blank for a couple of seconds, then my legs begin to shake and shortly thereafter I feel the explosion. It's as if my whole being is centred around my groin area. My balls swell up and involuntarily I push Anna's head further down while it all erupts.
"Oh God! Uuhhh...ahhh...," I growl and push my hips forward as I feel the wonderful release of my cum racing through my shaft and into Anna's hot mouth. She takes the full load and – God bless her – swallows most of it, and then playing with the rest of it as she cleans up my dick.
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My mind's in a state of blissful afterglow and it takes me a while to register that Sara's still working on Anna's pussy.
Anna's voice brings me back to reality.
"Oooh...mmm...that feels great...."
"Let me touch your breasts," Sara suddenly says in a low voice.
"Huh?"
"Let me touch your breasts. I want to."
After an affirmative nod from Anna, Sara carefully leans over her back and cups Anna's tits.
"They're so soft..."
"Mmm..."
"And so pert and small."
Anna looks back at Sara and smiles. I watch her splay her legs even further apart and thrust her rounded buttocks up in the air towards Sara. Sara notices and quickly returns her concentration to fingering Anna. By now she's pushing four fingers in noticeably deeper and harder than before, as if her hand was a cock trying to fill her lover up completely.
Watching them going at it is a huge turn-on, but my body still needs to recover from the load I shot into Anna's mouth. Instead I reach down to Anna's pussy and begin to play with her clit while Sara's tonguing and fingering her from behind.
"Do it faster!"
I increase my ministrations on Anna's clit and I can feel Sara's pushing her fingers in faster. By now Anna's being pushed into my hand by the force of Sara's fingering.
"Do it harder!"
I can feel Anna flinching and her breathing's getting very laboured. It won't be long now.
"Oh God...oh my fucking...uhhh...I'm gonna...oooh...I'm cumming!"
And that's when she erupts. Her body goes into spasms and a deep guttural sound escapes her lips. The heavy pungent smell of her juices quickly mixes with those of her friends. Her legs quiver as she collapses onto the floor and me. She's gasping for air and forming incoherent sentences. My hand is still firmly placed against her now throbbing clit and carefully massaging it. Every time my thumb brushes by it her body twitches. As the twitches die out, her whole body surrendering, I hold her in my arms.
The lull in the intensity and atmosphere lets us for the first time hear what's going on outside of our hotel room; doors opening and closing and people walking by, in conversation or not, on their way somewhere. A room service cart clanks past.
Nobody wants to move and for a few minutes, nobody does. | literotica |
It was not to be, however; despite everything, there was still room to be filled, and while this was the case, then the growth spurt wouldn’t yet break the mossdogs free; it was almost like a Law, a rule that stated that none of them could actually crack open their surroundings until they filled them completely, despite how nonsensical this was most of the time, or how much they had to slow down to make it happen. They just knew it was true, or at least they were lucky enough that it held true for all of their previous encounters: they would grow until they filled all their surroundings, and only then would they finally pop the walls, or ceiling, or whatever else happened to be the weakest point in the structure they were in, before emerging into the outside world for all to see… and that day would be no different.
There was nothing left for them but to keep going and find the third climax of the night, since really, what else were they supposed to do? Even if they wanted to disengage, which they certainly did not, they lacked the wiggle room to actually move away from one another, especially now that one of the herm’s tits had spilled out hard enough to block the door leading out of the bedroom completely. No, they were well and truly trapped there, which for all intents and purposes was exactly what all three of them wanted: no distractions, nothing to interrupt them, nothing but one another to fuck, to rut, to mindlessly plow into and smother and pump fuller with each passing moment.
For the two Salix with actual cocks, this was perhaps the best part of the exercise; as much as the female mossdog was having the time of her life being smushed underneath a rack several times her own weight, there was something sublime about being able to stuff one’s dick inside someone else and feel one’s cumtanks unload when said cumtanks were bigger than couches. It was already one hell of a good time at their regular sizes, themselves bigger-than-average by default, so with the extra oomph to it all, it just turned an already magnificent experience into something truly transcendent. It was made better by how their bodies were uniquely positioned to make good use of all the cum they were getting, reprocessing it into additional mass for their already-engorged assets; while the male Salix had to unfortunately go by without this extra source of size, the herm and female were more than happy to pick up the slack in that regard, eagerly clenching their slits around the dicks filling them just so they could milk them for all they were worth.
Heartbeat by heartbeat, load after load of cum was dumped into all but the “prime” Salix, their bellies bloating just barely enough to be seen for a split-second before they flattened out again, all cum being used to turn their assets up considerably for the duration of the climax itself. This, too, was a vicious cycle: the herm would not only have her tits bloat, thus putting even more pressure on the femme beneath them, but their cock and balls would pack on additional weight as well, not only causing the purely-female Salix to be stretched out further, but leading to an even greater load being pumped into her, which in turn would cause the last mossdog to suddenly be able to compete with the herm for breast size alone.
Not that this lasted long, sadly enough; while cumflating themselves was always welcome, the fact of the matter was that the orgasm itself often led to so much more growth that it made previous instances look downright restrained by comparison; as soon as the second wave was over, not only was the bedroom mostly tit, cock and balls, but the air was so warm that it was a wonder the three mossdogs weren’t burning up from ambient heat alone. Then again, wasn’t this just more incentive for them to break free? It was a chill winter’s day outside, and if they wanted to cool down, then the best way to do so would be to dunk themselves somewhere where their body heat would be sapped. Thus, the simplest manner in which to resolve their warmth problems was to keep fucking one another until they grew big enough to be free of their home.
Granted, this was nothing more than a hasty rationalization and all three of them knew it, but it was part of the game they played; they couldn’t just admit that they were doing this purely for the sake of it, because throwing in a nonsense reason made it so much more fun and engaging. Pretending like they had a goal to work towards, rather than the rutting being the end in and of itself, made them feel like the whole thing had some sort of scandalous meaning to it, even if they knew, intellectually, that the whole thing was a farce. Still, it let them play their roles perfectly, and that was all they could ask for… well, that, and continued enthusiasm when it came to railing into one another, but that one was a given; even though the male Salix was pinned against a wall on one side, and trapped atop his nutsack underneath him, he could still anchor his feet firmly on top of his balls and use those for leverage when he resumed pistoning into the herm in front of them, his hands so deep in ass that he couldn’t even see anything past the wrists.
It was clear that at least some of the cum weight had gone to making those cheeks heavier, not that he was about to complain about it; as long as they let him pound away at a slit that refused to grow beyond its almost-supernaturally tight state, then it was fine by him. It allowed for some impressive displays of strength and stamina as well, with the “prime” deciding that if they were going to break free of the house anyway, then he might as well make it memorable. They’d done it so many times before that it felt like business as usual: he’d get cleaned up, resolve matters with whatever local authorities had come to take him in, then have a chat with the mayor’s office to explain that it “unfortunately took place again”, without being quite explicitly on what “it” was. He’d get a new place to stay, and eventually a split would take place again, thus leading to the whole thing starting all over again, and again, until some distant day when the local government decided to stop giving him a house until he signed some papers guaranteeing he wouldn’t lose control of himself ever again.
For the time being, however, he was safe, secure in the knowledge that he could barrel over most of the city block around him and get away with it with… minimal consequences. Thus, it was a no-brainer when it came to deciding whether or not to start working hard towards the third climax of the night, refusing to stop or slow down until he hit that wall, even when he did impact it; for the other two mossdogs in the room, this meant an increase in energy coursing through them, not through any sort of shared link or bond, but purely thanks to the enthusiastic pounding the male Salix was providing for the herm, who could barely keep their mouth shut in between squeaks, groans, and throaty moans.
What they could do was respond in the same manner by making good use of the transferred momentum, letting their body flow naturally and right into the female underneath them, causing her to start squeaking like a fucktoy whenever she felt the herm’s colossal pillar rearrange her insides and stretch her skin out to form a very obvious bulge. In between all this, plenty of pre to be had, as well as a few residuals from the first two orgasms that ended up giving the two mossdogs with tits a couple more cup sizes. None of this, however, would matter in the slightest when put next to the spectacle that was the third climax for the night; the Salix were all painfully aware of what was about to happen, but it was precisely the lack of concern for consequences, as well as a complete disregard for their personal safety, that kept them safe in the assumption that it ultimately wouldn’t matter. Sure, maybe the original Salix would need to have a stern talk with a bunch of stuffy assholes in uniform, but that wasn’t them, the clones, doing it; thus, they just didn’t care enough to do anything to stop the impending destruction. Far from it, as they instead redoubled their efforts to try and hit that wall for the third time in about as many minutes, figuring that if they were going to go all-out, they might as well go all-out.
The plapping in particular became loud enough that everyone in the building could hear it, and knowing what was about to happen, a frenzied rush to the stairs and elevators began, one that would only end when front doors at the bottom of the apartment block were well and truly locked behind everyone, leaving the former inhabitants to bemoan everything they had to leave in their homes. Nothing to do but wait as well; the ensuing size spurt wouldn’t bring the house down, but it would certainly do enough damage to set the stage for the fourth growth spurt to more or less obliterate the building the moment it took place.
For the time being though, the three Salix were more preoccupied in chasing that next moment, the little death that would bring them all a moment of blissful clarity amidst the mind-numbing pleasure they were experiencing. Hips bucking, throats moaning, tongues lolling, cocks jackhammering, tits smothering, all of it put together and mixed in an unholy selection of flavors that overrode everything else the mossdogs could possibly taste, leaving them slaves to their own sensations, servants to their own desires. Seconds, that’s all they had before the third orgasm took place, all while their neighbors were still getting busy sprinting down the stairs or cursing their decision to take the damned elevator against all sense of logic and safety. Seconds, before the dams burst again and the trio was granted yet more mass to work with, their unique biology expanding upon their moment of transcendent ecstasy in the most literal fashion possible: while their actual bodies, that being their torso and limbs, remained entirely unaffected by the change, the more fertile and virile aspects of them would be granted a further upgrade.
That is to say, of course, more tit, more ass, more cock, more balls, expanding in every direction until not a single iota of empty space was left inside the bedroom, the cracking of plaster coursing through their bodies to reach their ears, letting the mossdogs know just how close they were to finally breaking free… until, that was, the female Salix underwent a slight bit of an aftershock, a delayed reaction really, which for all intents and purposes was enough to spread through the other two and cause them to burst outwards just enough to finally get rid of the walls around them. With a mighty crash, the ceiling was broken and forced to fall, the floor miraculously holding… mostly thanks to the walls collapsing and the three’s collective weight being allowed to settle over a wider area.
Breast and nut in equal amount filled not just the bedroom, but the foyer outside of it as well, placing enough pressure on the bathroom walls to cause them to crack and begin to buckle, the Salix’s growth continuing unabated as their soft, supple flesh took up more and more of their home, until they felt every hard surface as sharply as they would the floor beneath their feet. Well, would feel the floor, seeing as their feet were slightly preoccupied being stranded in flesh somewhere. It was the best part of their unique sort of growth that their bodies in general remained the same size regardless of how much their assets bloated and swelled; even if their tits and cocks and balls and whatever else were large enough to smother their entire building, their torso, limbs and head would remain at the size they always were, barring a few exceptional circumstances where the Salix “experimented” during a wild day.
The practical consequences of this could not be understated, as the mossdogs very rapidly became prisoners of their own bodies the moment they experienced any sort of arousal whatsoever; while theoretically possible for them to hold back and not end up surrounded by themselves on account of having no self-restraint, the lack of said self-restraint made it exceedingly unlikely that any of the Salix would be capable of resisting an opportunity when it presented itself. To wit, it had never happened before; neither the “prime” nor any of his clones could recall any scenario or situation in which they had the chance to engage in some high-level debauchery and didn’t take it almost as immediately as it was presented to them.
Not that they were going to complain about it, given what happened every time they whiffed that willpower check: what was better than having one’s most erogenous body parts grow so much that even a stiff breeze would make their legs quiver? What could be more delectable than becoming a veritable giant without technically growing an inch in the way that “mattered”? What could they possibly be doing at that point in time that would be better than what they chose to do, than to smush themselves against one another and drink in the warmth, the softness, the inviting beauty of a body whose form was so malleable?
Nothing, was the obvious answer, and one all mossdogs instinctively knew, no matter how many of them there happened to be; nothing, for the original Salix quite honestly didn’t give two shits about doing anything productive the moment he saw another of himself next to him, and that time would be no different. It was a special occasion, in fact, given that he’d been living in that apartment for close to a full year; while not to the day, it was long enough that he figured it was worth celebrating, given how quickly he went through domiciles on account of his “condition”. There’d been times where he had to move about four or five times just in the course of a month, always with the biggest, dumbest grin on his face, always looking forward to the next time he would turn a corner and see another Salix waiting for him, or turn around in bed and have his head immediately get enveloped in soft breastflesh.
He didn’t get to choose when it happened, so he made sure to make the most of it whenever it did; though he was entirely certain that the cloning process wouldn’t just stop randomly working for no reason any time soon (that would be unreasonably cruel even for an uncaring universe), there was no sense taking it for granted either. As far as the “prime” was concerned, the moment he came to expect it, the moment he stopped treating it like the blessing and miracle that it was and began looking at it like just another facet of his life, as mundane as all others… then it would become so.
No longer would he gaze upon his other selves and be taken by a sense of wonderment and unreasonably heightened arousal, no longer would he stare into his own eyes in another body and find that he was madly in love with his inner lust. It would just be… normal, and that was something he could not abide by. What he did wasn’t normal, nor could it ever be; it would be like having so much chocolate cake that it stopped being a tasty snack and became a perfectly regular part of his everyday life, yet another unacceptable state of affairs as far as Salix was concerned. No, he had to treat each and every encounter with his alter-selves as the most magnificent thing to happen to him since the last time, had to look at it the way that they were: a glorious chance to engage in what had to be the biggest deprativities the world had ever seen, with the few living souls who could actually understand him on a level deep enough that no conversation or planning was needed.
Indeed, not once did the clones have to coordinate in order to get anything done; they might exchange a few words, as they had that day, but they all knew how they themselves thought, and given how they were effectively copies of one another, that knowledge extended to every other Salix in the vicinity: same kinks, same preferred methods, same discourse, same teasing, same everything. Nothing was needed but a single glance, and sometimes not even that, to ascertain what was going through their minds; nothing but a glance, and however many Salix happened to be around would instantly know what was needed to maximize their enjoyment of any given scenario… and in that one, what they wanted was just to keep going.
They weren’t the most complicated of people; let others concern themselves with toys or power tools or assorted paraphernalia that needed complicated assembly in order to function; all the mossdogs really cared about was the good and traditional mindless growth spurt leading to hyper-sized rutting, a classic in their minds. That this had a fortunate tendency of breaking down walls and tearing apart entire buildings was nothing if not a bonus as far as the Salix cared, and considering the insane degree of destruction they were already wreaking to their surroundings without even having begun to try, they could only imagine what it would be like once they finally went all-out.
Though, for them, imagining was hardly necessary; they could just do, and would soon enough get their answer when the universe readjusted their measurements to better fit whatever it was they wanted to do. In practical terms, this meant their assets overflowing in every direction the longer they kept going, the plapping of flesh on flesh and the moaning of throats being scratched by the strain becoming the harbingers of the apartment block’s destruction. Already the walls were buckling, the ceiling being pushed up while the floor progressively caved in, unable to handle the weight and strain of three mossdogs lost in their lust; already the leaking of milk and cum made its way out the door and onto the stairwell outside, running down the flights as a rivulet first, then stream, before progressing into an outright river of the unholy mixture.
Those closest to the front door at the bottom of the building itself would at least have the time to move away from in front of it before it became too much to bear, but a few were nevertheless locked in place by what they were seeing above them: up there, on the third floor, they saw green. Windows had been shattered and walls broken down as a result of the Salix trio having grown as much as they had, and while initially there was plenty of panic to be had on account of falling debris, this rapidly gave way to fascination once the sight of it became clear. Up there, where everyone could see it, two pairs of tits had begun to spill out onto the open world, with a couple of nipples being visible in between the copious amounts of soft mossdog being smushed against itself; milk sprayed in thick curtains with each “motion”, the entire stack of breastflesh moving in a rhythm that made it exceedingly clear what was happening behind the wall of green.
That the loud slapping whenever the male Salix bottomed out was perfectly audible as well certainly helped things along, as did the simple fact that the sort of moaning the bystanders were hearing was nothing short of the purest manifestation of carnal bliss that they’d ever heard. Whatever those… two? Three? Whatever those people were doing in there, they were having the time of their lives, so much so that a handful of those on the street felt somewhat jealous of their ability to just do whatever they felt like without the need to suffer the consequences.
The neighbors all knew about the Salix collective, given that the city legally had to warn them about it whenever the mossdogs moved in, not to mention all the necessary insurance and paperwork for when the canines inevitably broke that building into bits. They’d heard about it on the news, from friends, through acquaintances, and while they all universally believed it was something beyond their ability to comprehend, when finally faced with it, the experience was… understandable. Overwhelming, sure, and far more than they ever expected to see on a regular day, but eminently… comprehensible.
It was a group of people (presumably) having sex, nothing more; it just so happened that them doing so also made their bodies grow uncontrollably as a result, incomprehensible as that might seem, and with enough strength to break down walls as if they were made from tissue paper. And with every second that passed, with every grunt and groan that came out of that mess of green tones, the mossdogs only grew larger, their bloated forms spilling forth more and more until the very facade of the apartment block began to crumble underneath the weight of it, shockwaves coursing through the structure upon every pounding of the unseen male, weakening the entire building even more.
The rumbling of cracked concrete and bent rebar filled the air, mixing with the animalistic grunts coming from upstairs to create something that few present could describe, and fewer still could think to do anything about; a handful believed that they should go back in and try to join the fun while it lasted, while a small minority began outright declaring the mossdogs as their new gods, which weirded out even the most lurid among those watching. Still, they could do little to combat the coming destruction of their homes, what with clouds of dust and rubble being kicked up by the trio’s actions already; none of the Salix cared in the slightest about what happened to their surroundings, given that they would just be given a new place when it was all over.
Them and everyone else as well; it wasn’t the canine’s fault that they were how they were, and as a result, they might very well be a walking disaster area, but anyone caught in it would be duly compensated for their troubles. Sure, it wouldn’t resolve the issue of bystanders losing entire homes and probably large chunks of their possessions, but in the end, no one would go without a roof. And if that was the case, then there was very little reason not to completely disregard any and all decency, no reason not to throw caution to the wind and fulfill their wildest fantasies. No reason not to jackhammer into one another only to end up more bloated all around, nor any reason not to scream at the top of their lungs for more.
Closer and closer to the next climax, spilling breastflesh and nut all through their apartment and down the building on the outside, growing, swelling, burgeoning, becoming so much more that they couldn’t think of anything but themselves; an unfortunate consequence of having a body so engorged that most of their brain had to be put on dedicated pleasure duty, or else it would risk being overwhelmed by the sensory information running up the mossdogs’ spines.
Better that they forget concepts and ignore their own well-being, that they may focus entirely on the immediate experience, no longer caring for whatever may come out of what they were doing… | yiff-extreme |
Title: Saturday Fun by SourIstas
Tags: Aqua Sex, Bondage, Double-Penetration, Dragoness, F/Herm, Hermaphrodite, Hybrid, Other/Herm, Vaginal, Wolf
Saturday Fun
Alright, here we have my 2nd story commission, for the lovely Dizzyslash ( [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/dizzyslash](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/dizzyslash) ), a nice little story involving 3 of his characters just having some fun... Originally posted on my FA page ( [http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2637231](http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2637231) ) uploading to here ^.^
I'm seeing how well you guys like this style as well, writing it like an actual RP would go so that the spacing is a little easier to read.
Characters Involved are Ari, Sami, and Avis. Their descriptions are as follows;
Ari
Ari lets out a soft yawn as she leans back into the tall oak behind her, those soft lavender eyes of hers closing while her long ears listen to the breeze wafting across the park, idly listening to the sounds of the leaves rustling, and some lovers talking in the distance. There were no signs of your approach as she pushes her legs out, long bunny legs with large bunny feet, her toes curling as she enjoys the cool night air. Your eyes first glance over her soft frame, built like a typical bunny girl, though there were hints to a slight predator within. First was the bushy tail that curled up over her lap, where her fingers slowly pushed and played with the fur as she basked in the moonlight glow.
Next on the wonderland of sights you engorge your senses on is her lovely coat, mostly white all over while your gaze travels over the lavender areas. An area stretches from her groin up across those firm bosoms of hers, rather large for her tall and sleek body, firm nipples pushed out of the thick fluff from the cool air around her. There also is a lavender dollop coating the tip of her bushy tail, showing off the fox heritage that rests within, while starting at her elbows and working down to cover her paws is a glove like coloration of lavender. Down around her ankles are two lavender rings while your eyes return back up to her face, muzzle parted a little while you see under her left eye rests two small circles.
You start to lean forward as you hear her breath pick up, not noticing a paw slip beneath that tail... but as you try to get a better look, your foot catches a root barely sticking above the ground, landing with a loud thud as your muzzle rests just to the side of her thigh, glancing up with a goofy grin, the scent of arousal around the lovely young girl as she gasps sharply and blushes fierce, her inner ears turning a deep shade of red as she looks back down at you in surprise and embarrassment!
Sami
Shi stands with hir hands on hir hips, looking at you with an almost 'so what' look on hir face as you look over hir naked body. Standing before you was a little taller then 6' tall wolf girl, covered in soft ice blue fur across most of her body. A belly stripe of mint green starts at the top of her breasts, just under the thick chest fluff setting just above those lovely mounds, and moves down hir toned body with that mint green color wrapping around hir sheath and heavy sack then disappears between her legs. Along hir arms and legs are matching mint green 'gloves' that start at her elbows and consume hir fingers, along with 'socks' that start at the pads of hir feet and stop up around hir knees.
That thick wolf tail swishes back and forth, catching your attention of the soft purple tiger stripes also accommodating hir body, as well as a large herm symbol marked into her left thigh in the same soft purple color atop of the ice blue fur. Dark blue eyes stare almost lustfully at you as shi brings one of hir strong looking paws up and presses your shoulder up against the tree behind you, pushing hir body up close as hir length slowly pushes up from hir sheath, that plump mushroom head extending up to about 8 inches high and drooling it's clear pre across your stomach. Shi looks hungry as a grin spreads across hir lips and a paw slides down to undo your pants...
Avis
Sitting next to you at the bar was a tall dragoness, well over 6' tall, hir body looking rather strongly built. Shi's a rare wingless western dragon, grasping a drink in hir paw and bringing it up to hir muzzle, downing it down in one go. Scales glimmer in the soft light around the room, hir base coloration being a pale yellow all up and down hir body and appendages, while that soft looking underbelly of hirs is covered in a sky blue. Resting along hir body now and again were light green stripes, adding to the wonderful tropical colors adorning hir body. You would only have to assume that blue went up and around hir breasts but your view was blocked by a tight white tube top that wrapped tightly around hir impressive chest, with the faintest sight of nipples poking through.
Clinging to hir waist was a tight pair white of spandex shorts, and a gym bag resting just to the side of hir stool, seeming like a girl who enjoys hir exercise! You try to hide your glances, but the slightly intoxicated woman turns hir green eyes to gaze over you in return, looking a little flushed at the attention and turning back away.. Those two horns of hirs curved upwards, an obsidian black as they gleam off the light from the sudden motion, the motion of hir paws sliding down to rest on hir crotch changing your view as you can notice just the slight start of something pushing out from the top of that spandex...
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The water slowly gave way to the bunny-fox as she moved down into the warmth of the hot tub, the jets set on near full as she sighs happily. Leaning back, Ari let the hot water run across her one piece bathing suit she wore, a nice tight purple clinging tight along her frame. Rumbling softly, her ears flicked as a moment later she heard the back door of their ranch style house open then close. Soft footsteps only made a cute smile spread across her lips as that tail swished under the water, dipping her head down to be half submerged as she heard those claws scrapping across the steps, then felt the rippling of another body displacing the liquid around her and making her coo. Twisting her head slowly, Ari giggled when she saw her mate slowly descending into the water.
Sami growled playfully at Ari as shi sat down next to her, grinning as shi decided not to wear anything as she reached over to gently cup one of hir beloved's breasts, giving it a playful squeeze as she licks her lips, "Mmm, nice day to relax in the pool wouldn't you say so?" Giving a little ruff as the warmth of the water helped stir that plump sheath into plumping more, hir other paw slid down to slowly stroke at hir growing erection.
Letting out a deep squeak of surprise as her breast was squeezed and fondled oh so lovingly by her mate, the bunny girl whimpered softly and wrapped her paws around hir, pushing in against Sami's side, "B..But... what if someone catches us?" Whispering out as if they were being video taped at that very moment, her cheeks flushing as she glanced down to see that emerging cherry red wolf cock slowly slide out of it's pocket under the water, shifting on her butt and pushing in tighter against hir.
A soft giggle escaped the herm's muzzle as shi leaned in, drawing hir mate into a deep loving kiss, the paw moving from the bosom up behind Ari's head, slowly stroking through the silky soft hair as the two tongue wrestled. The wolfess' paw worked slowly up and down hir throbbing wolf meat, feeling the pre ooze out and dissipate into the water, rumbling as she knew it was good enough. Tugging back out of the embrace with hir tongue hanging out of hir lips, she grins and winks at Ari before suddenly pushing down on the back of her head, sending her downwards under the hot water.
The bunny cooed and melted into the delightful kiss, feeling herself grow hotter under her swim suit. One of her paws managed to slip down to start stroking ever so slowly across her puffy lips, even sliding her suit to the side to give herself better access, her body shivering in the hot tub as her tongue rubbed against the wolf wolfess tongue. But her eyes stared at her beloved as the kiss suddenly ended to her dismay and seeing a rather evil look on Sami's face, gasping as she felt the pressure on her head as she was shoved down, taking a quick breath before she descended downwards, sliding off of the seat and sitting down in front of her hermy lover, trying to hold her breath in.
Leaning back against the side of the tub, Sami gently guided the bunny's lips to that throbbing shaft, begging for release as the tip kept oozing pre out into the water. A delighted murmur passed by her muzzle as hir mate got the idea rather quickly, already feeling those warm lips wrapping around hir needy shaft, that cute bunny tongue pressing against the under side of hir length as she forced hir mates muzzle down it. The wolfess wasn't without compassion though, as one of hir feet found its way between hir love's legs, starting to press and grind those large toes against that moist pussy, letting those big foot pads grind against the bunny's clit on each pass.
Unable to do much but suckle upon that cock, she needed to make her mate cum fast... Knowing shi wouldn't let her up till after shi came. Her cheeks puffed out a little as she tried to hold in all the air that she could in her lungs as she was forced up and down that length, feeling it pump against the back of her throat on each pass. The moment that paw touched her vaginal folds, her body got even hotter despite already on fire due to the hot water swirling around her, feeling hot jets seeming to be aimed right at her breasts and making her nipples push out against the taut fabric clinging to her form. Those hips of hers worked down upon that wonderful foot, letting out soft squeals under the water as she brought a paw under her mate's sack, tugging at hir clit and stroking those folds as she suckled harder upon that shaft.
Groaning hotly, the wolfess leaned back even more on the ledge of the tub, letting hir head lay back as shi was given an amazing blow job under the caress of the water, letting out a growl of delight as shi felt that paw start to work at hir folds to! Shi could feel those balls starts to tighten against hir groin as hir shaft poured pre out and down hir love's throat, feeling hir slutty mate gulping every drop down like a good pet. Tightening the grip on the bunny's head, shi started to work her harder and harder along hir aching meat, moaning and groaning out before shi shoved her down HARD, deep-throating hir mate and unloading every drop of hir first load into hir beloved's stomach.
Ari was starting to feel light headed as she was pushed harder upon that impressive shaft, mmphing as she wanted to take in more air but she knew that would be very VERY bad if she tried. With tears in her eyes as she felt her body on edge, she pushed harder upon her love's paw before she let out another squeak bubble as she was shoved down, knowing what was to come next as the thick jizz gushed out, giving her a momentary taste of that salty semen before it ran down to her stomach, gulping obediently as she came under the water's surface, adding her flavor to the tub's contents, waiting for her return above the water.
When the last squirt left hir shaft, Sami panted and yanked Ari up from hir crotch, licking hir lips happily as she gazed at hir love's panting muzzle, that bunny tongue hanging out with some of hir cum still dripping off of it, those soft cheeks flushed so deep as the water and the orgasm made the poor bunny's body a volcano. Without another word, shi slowly grabbed hir mate and lifted her into hir arms, and carried her out of the hot tub, listening to hir love's panting and gasping for breath, the wolfess' shaft bouncing along the way back into the house of theirs. Nuzzling the lovely bunny, shi let out a coo before gently setting her down on the glass top coffee table, just giving Ari an evil smirk before moving hirself upstairs.
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The bunny's body ached all over as she just remained laying down on the table, her arms laying out to the sides, her eyes shut closed as she listened to some rustling upstairs, her heart pounding as she wanted to know what her mate had planned.... And it got her soaked just thinking of what was going to take place. One of those long ears lifted as she heard those foot steps heading back down, straining to lift her head and open those worn out eyes, her body still practically burning with arousal as she let out a shy whimper at the wolfess. Descending the stairs, Sami had on hir leather dominatrix outfit, something which Ari loved whenever they played Mistress and Slave, letting out a delighted purr at the sight of hand cuffs held in her love's hands, along with a cat of nine-tails.
When the wolfess made her way over, she knelt down and just pushed hir fingers against Ari's soaking wet cunny lips, spreading them wide and leaning in to take a quick nibble at that throbbing clit. "On your belly.." Rumbling as shi eagerly watched hir exhausted mate weakly flip herself over, even with the wolfess' fingers still spreading those vaginal lips out, listening to the whimpers of pleasure seeping out from the bunny's lips. "Mmm, very good... You know what comes next right?" And loving the eager nod of that bunny's head.
Ari held back a yelp as her arms were tuged back hard behind her back, ears twitching at the familiar sound of those handcuffs locking around her wrists, playfully fighting them to make sure they were secure... her body finally calming down somewhat from the near drowning she almost had, whimpering as she felt her legs pulled up and locked as well, making sure she could move very far if she wanted to. Panting softly, the bunny let out warm moans as she felt her love's psaw stroking over her tush, those claws dragging along the flesh underneath, always so gentle at this part.
Admiring the bunny like a work of art, shi slowly massaged those delightful rump cheeks, spreading and kneading that fatty flesh, "Mmmm, oh did I see some struggling? You know what naughty pets get for trying to escape me..." hearing the whimpering as shi watched Ari try to brace herself, a little chuckle and a lick of hir lips as shi brought the cat of nine-tails up.. and CRACKS it hard against the bunny's left cheek, loving the loud scream given off as hir mate never could take the first whip of the night.
Meanwhile, running along the track behind the house was a large dragoness, bounding from paw to paw as she was getting hir daily exercise, humming to hirself a soft song when all of a sudden shi hears a loud scream coming from the house right as shi was passing it. Halting in hir tracks, shi went into an aggressive stature, thinking someone must be in trouble! Rushing to the fence, shi yanked hirself up and bent right over the top like a pole vault and landed in the soft grass. Sprinting, shi had to make it quick, who knows what could be happening in there, hir eyes focusing on the opened back door. Robber? Rapist? Hoping shi wasn't too late, shi almost barreled into the door, huffing as shi slid to a stop... only to drop hir jaw at what shi saw.
The wolfess had moved around to hir loves front, rumbling as that soft bunny tongue licked and lapped across hir hardened shaft, little dribbles of pre coating that cute nose of hers, hir neck twisting around as shi heared powerful foot steps shake the floor and come to a stop right behind hir. Blinking, shi tilted hir head, gazing over the fine female figure that just stormed hir house, a little grin spreading on hir lips, "Is there something wrong? If you heard the scream.... we're just having some fun. Could you be a dear and close the door for me?" Waving hir paw almost commandingly at the dragoness as shi twist hir head back around to look at the bunny, "Did I say you could stop!"
Ari was staring at the intruder, if she didn't have fur, her entire body would be lit up like a Christmas tree as she was getting flustered at being caught.. bound and forced to lick her mate's shaft, ears flickering as she heard that commanding voice. Squeaking loudly, she shook her head and shakily tilted her head back up, sliding that tongue in slow strokes up along that throbbing cock, gulping down the pre that leaked from that tip, her body still shivering... wishing they were alone.
Avis didn't know what to say as shi watched the sight before hir, a mostly naked wolfess, in tight leather with those breasts visible, and that sweet ass showing... along with a throbbing shaft being licked by a beauty of a bunny fox girl. Shi couldn't help but get aroused as shi blinked at the orders.. gulping hard but does as told, shifting back around and heading for that door, just about to step through when shi hears that wolf speak up again;
"Don't you go anywhere... Ari here needs more punishment and I'm certain I saw a fine package in those tight shorts of yours... come over here and help us out... Unless you'd rather end up in her position?"
Shi paused as shi tried to understand those words... Was shi just asked to help...? hir tail swished before shi stepped back into the house and put hir paw to the door... and closed it shut, gulping again and turning back around, "So... Umm... h..how do you want me to help?"
With a devilish grin, Sami let out soft pants as hir mate went back to licking hir length, hir tail wagging happily behind hir, "Mmmm, well first... why don't you come over here, drop your shorts, and have my pet here eat that cock of yours out and into her muzzle?" Stroking those long bunny ears, the wolfess pulled hir cock away from Ari, and moved around to the bunny's back once more, but this time, shi started to slowly rub hir drooling cock against that fine ass.
The bunny could only squeak and whimper as she listened to the two talk like she was just an object... and that only turned her on more as she watched Sami walk away only to feel that wonderful shaft pulsing against her fur and flesh. That tail of hers raised as she wanted to do anything to get that cock pushed into her needy twat, wiggling her ass and feeling her breasts pressing down against the glass... panting out and gazing at the dragoness with lustful eyes. The shyness she had was slowly getting outweighed by the horiness building up, and if she knew anything about her Sami... she was not going to get fucked till the dragoness was in her muzzle.
With a deepening blush, the dragoness stepped forward and took the place of the wolf, gulping harder as hir paws weakly grabbed at the waist band of hir shorts. Peeling the fabric down hir strong legs, shi bent down all the way, showing off that impressive sheath and the tip of hir dragon cock emerged just the tiniest amount. shivering hard, shi gazed down at Ari, "Umm... w..what now?" Looking at Sami, but those eyes of hirs mainly focused upon that drooling shaft pouring pre along the bunny's butt crack, the slime getting massaged into that firm ass a moment later;
"Command her to lick your cock!"
With a weak nod, shi looked back into the bunny's eyes, panting hirself as she rushed out of hir muzzle, "LICKMYCOCK!"
Shaking hir head and giggling watching the amateur Mistress, Sami only kept pushing hir fingers across hir beloved's rump, sliding hir shaft back and forth between those buns, amusing hirself with hot dog jokes while keeping an eye on the dragoness. Shi knew how to drive hir mate wild, they've had fun with others before... And getting fucked in two holes at the same time was heaven to hir bunny.
Flicking her ears, Ari panted and nodded at the command, pushing her muzzle up as she started to lick across the dragoness' groin, her tongue swirling around the emerging dragon cock as it pushed out from that sheath. Rumbling she lapped faster and faster, feeling her breasts make a lewd squeaking sound across the glass as she kept pushing and wiggling around on top of the coffee table, desperate to get that cock in her muzzle so that her muff would get plowed by her love.
A soft growl of pleasure rumbled from hir muzzle as shi felt that bunny working at hir length, shivers turning into a deep purr from within as hir eyes shut. Getting relaxed into the sensation, hir length finally spilled completely out, a little larger then the wolfess' cock and already oozing with the clear pre all over the bunny's tongue. Reaching down, shi slowly got more into it as she angled hir shaft downwards, pushing it against the bunny's lips.. and shoved hir cock right inside of that hot damp muzzle, letting out a bellowing roar of pleasure at how easily shi was taken in, and how quickly shi was suckled and lapped at, this bunny certainly knew her way around a cock!
Growling out in pleasure of seeing hir Ari going to town on that thick dragon shaft, the wolfess pushed hir cock down till the head pressed hard against the bunny-fox's pussy, hir claws grasping that soft tush before slamming hirself in, "Mnnn that's my slut! I want to see that throat... Mnngg... Gulping every drop of seed!" Hir eyes closed tight as shi felt the wonderful silky flesh wrapping around hir cock, ripping around it already as shi started to pull back, letting the soft outer lips kiss the head of hir now damp shaft. Digging hir fingers hard into that butt, shi slams in again, much harder then before, sending Ari forwards and thrusting the dragoness' cock into the poor bunny girl's throat!
Ari was just starting to push her lips down that lovely dragoness cock when her love slammed inside, forcing Avis' cock in and almost to the back of her throat. Mmmphing, she quickly regained her composure and started to suckle and lick across the entire length, her body tensing hard as she felt that length sliding from her pussy. Trying to brace herself, she found her body give away as Sami hilted again, that wonderful shaft bumping against her cervix and making her squeal muffled around Avis' meat as it was forced down her throat.
That dragoness was in heaven, most people tend to shy away from hir when shi tried to offer a night of fun, afraid of how powerful shi looked. Sure shi got release now and then, but the past week shi's been building up within hir tight sack, this bunny doing such an amazing job! Hir length pulse and oozed that thick pre, the dragoness letting out a roar of delight when that muzzle was shoved down hir length, those powerful paws reaching down to grip onto the bunny's ears like handlebars as shi was worked over. Already feeling hir sack start to tighten as shi moves hir hips slowly to help force hir length into the bunny's muzzle, "Mnnn fuck... you're... .v..very good!"
The wolfess let out a loud growl of pleasure as shi thrust harder and deeper into hir mate, hir whole body tensing as shi hilt hir cock all the way, arching back and letting out a howl of pleasure as shi came hard, thick jets of cum splattering those silky walls and oozing back out of that stretched pussy, "Cum slut!" Shi screams out through hir howling, the heavy scent of hir feminen cum filling the air as rivers rush down hir legs, dampening hir fur and tickling along hir flesh. With the feeling of that cum splashing inside sent the bunny off as she screamed muffled cries around the dragon meat thrusting down her throat, her entire body tensing hard and squirming about, those large feet curling as she cums hard at being taken like this, her cream gushing out and adding to the mess growing on the carpet behind her, a puddle spreading across the glass top of the coffee table. Wrinkling her nose, she suckled that cock within her lips harder, wanting that cream in her belly, needing it in there!
Hir ears rang as the dragoness listened to that howling of orgasm, feeling the bunny beneath hir cumming and sucking hir shaft like it was a straw, unable to take it as shi pushed that cock down the bunny's throat one more time before letting out a roar. Thick pulsing streams of jizz rushed out and oozed down Ari's throat, pooling within her stomach and giving her such a salty treat. Avis could only moan and rumble as hir eyes shut with the pleasure overflowing hir body. As the moments passed finally hir seed waned to a slight trickle, yanking hir meat away from the bunny beneath hir as shi panted and growled softly, "Mmnn... Damn she has a... mmnngg... great mouth on her..."
As the wolfess slowly slid hir own cock from hir mate, shi giggled softly and looked at the dragoness with a glint in hir eye, "Mmm, want to feel her ass while we rest on the couch?" Eyeing Avis' still hard cock oozing a thin trickle down over the carpet between hir legs. Motioning the dragoness to follow, Sami slowly turned the panting bunny fox over and lifted her up into hir arms, then pushed hir throbbing cock into that tight twat as shi moved over to the couch, pushing Ari into a very deep loving kiss, shoving hir tongue into her lips.
When she felt those cocks leave the bunny only pouted for a moment, her ears burning from the arousal and only perked at the compliment, rumbling softly as she felt the lingering taste of the dragoness' seed upon her lips, and the still oozing cum from her cunny lips. Still weak from the orgasm, she couldn't put up much of a fight as her mate easily flipped her over and tugged her up into hir arms, Ari quickly wrapping her arms around her lovers neck and pressed in tight. A squeak exited her lips as she felt that all too familiar cock slide back inside but her squeaks and moans were silenced as the wolfess forced her into a deep kiss, suckling on that tongue forced inside... Forgetting the dragoness existed for but a moment as she felt herself decsend down onto the couch to be craddled by her loving mate, that tail swishing up as her silky walls squeezed softly around the flesh filling it.
Avis watched in awe as the wolfess went from a dominant force to such a sweet careing mate, rumbling as shi gazed upon the pair as they decended down into the couch with the dragoness eyeing that firm tush of the bunny. Hir lips parted as shi glanced at the wolfess' still gazing right at hir and only gave a silent nod as shi moved over, hir large body pressing against Ari's back as shi brought hir shaft up to press against the girl's tailhole, pressing harder as shi felt her wiggle beneath hir but slowly relaxing and letting hir girth inside of that tight tunnel. Rumbling softly, the dragoness nuzzled and licked across those large ears as hir arms went around to embrace the mates beneath hir, closing hir eyes and relaxing quickly...
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Avis quickly became a regular visitor of Sami and Ari after learning the dragoness lived but a few houses down from them. Many Saturdays since became a much better workout for the dragon... one that shi wouldn't want to miss ever. | FSE |
Title: The awakening:chapter one-ALIVE by PhoronPhaux
Tags: Dingo, Dream, M/M, Polar Bear, Story Series, Violence (Not In Yiff)
manditory warning: this story contains male sehks, fighting, smoking, mild bleeding, minimum drinking, and very bad pick-up lines if any of these strongly offends you or you are under 18 do not read everyone else HAVE AT IT!!
Phorone a solid white dingo with red eyes and a red mohawk wakes in bed in the arms of his lover Keith, a typical German Shepard much larger than Phorone. He smiled to himself being so lucky to have someone like him. Although there have been times where he has regretted everything, everything else seems to be okay. Phorone sits on the side of the bed and rubs his eyes sleepily giving a small yawn and walks to the dresser and pulls some baggy jeans over his nude form. Walking down the stairs he notices the pictures he and Keith took together they looked so happy together. He padded into the kitchen and started cooking the usual breakfast for him and his mate. Soon after he felt another form press up against his backside making him lean over the stove a little.
"Hallo love" said Phorone grinning wagging his tail,
"G'moning pup" said the Keith the smiling canine towering over Phorone sniffing the air.
"Go sit i'll be over there in a minute" Phorone chuckled,
"M'kay" Keith said giving Phorone a playful swat on the ass and sitting at the table expectantly.
"You ready for tonight's trip?" Phorone shouted back at Keith spooning the eggs onto a plate.
"I am how 'bout you?" said Keith patiently,
"I'm so excited" said Phorone setting a plate on two places on a table and beginning to eat. They ate in silence and watched the time, tonight they had planned to watch the full moon from a cliff overlooking a gorgeous waterfall. Phorone got up and started toward the bedroom, Keith ate hungrily and barely noticed. Back in the bedroom Phorone grabbed a shirt from the foot of the bed having lost it and other clothes on the way there the night before. He cleaned around until Keith walked into the door way and whistled at Phorone's rump as he was bending over to pick something up. Phorone said nothing folded back his ears and just grinned to himself. Keith walked over and leaned over Phorone with his huge arms around Phorone's chest grinding his groin against Phorone. Phor could smell Keith's warm musky erection standing where he was. They both stood there in the embrace for a while murring, nuzzling, and kissing. Finally they leaned over and plopped on the floor. Phorone gave a small squeak and chuckled as Keith was pulling down his pants behind Phorone.
"Take yours off" Keith demanded in a gentle voice, Phorone nodded and slipped his pants off slowly. Almost immediately Keith stuck his paw in Phorone's boxers and pressed a finger into Phorone's tail hole. Phorone gave a moan and lifted his knee up to his chest. Keith rolled Phorone onto his back and lowered his muzzle to Phorone's ear. Keith's already hard cock tip was poking at Phor's tailhole making Phor shudder a little.
"Ready?" he said gently licking Phorone's ear,
"Yes" said Phorone in a low growl.
Keith slid his mass into Phorone's rump slowly, Phorone gave a moan closing his eyes feeling the warm fur above him, grinding on his chest and bumping into his thighs. Phor's muzzle was opened slightly his head twisting to the side something he always did when he was mounted. Keith took advantage of the open muzzle and kissed Phor as he began pumping into his lover slowly. Keith's body shivered softly as his organ passed in and out of Phor. Phorone giving random grunts broke the kiss and pressed his nose into Keith's neck breathing in his warm musky scent, Keith begins to pump faster and he turns his head to the side and bites softly on Phor's meck in a mating bite. He thrusted his hips slowly forward slowly meeting Phor's rump with his groin. Keith growled softly into Phor's ear "you like that don't you?" a smile growing across his muzzle. Phorone moaned and nodded slowly, with that Keith leaned closer touching his chest to Phorone's and started ramming his cock into his overjoyed mate. Phorone clung onto Keith's back and soon wrapped his legs around his waist pulling him in deeper. Keith sucked at Phorone's neck and inhaled his sweet scent, Phorone squeezed his tail hole onto Keith's cock and Keith reached orgasm. Exploding into Phorone filling him with his sweet cum, Phorone panted and murred softly wagging his tail on the floor,
"I love you" said Phor as he and Keith laid there and they fell asleep together again.
Much later he feels Keith's lips against his and he wakes with a jerk. Phor paused and looked around
"Oh why didn't you wake me I got work to do i..." started Phorone but Keith set his paw on his chest.
"Shaddap...good I took care of everything tonight is all about you" and with another quick kiss Keith carried his nude lover to the car and shut the door. When he secured Phor in the seat. Keith sat back into his seat and lit a cigarette stroking through Phor's headfur drove towards the mountains.
"You really didn't have to" said Phorone his tail tucked in-between his legs
"It's fine babe I enjoy everything" said Keith with a smile
"Well thank you" Phorone said leaning his head onto Keith's shoulder hugging around his abdomen and watching the road. They stopped at a cliff and there the moon was at a low rise above the waterfall. The splashing water making a mist giving a rainbow arcing from the falls to the river below. They got out of the car and walked along a cliff parallel to the river looking about 40 feet below, Keith grabbed Phorone's wrist and Phorone gasped.
"Don't worry I gotcha" he said pulling Phorone into a hug. Keith sat down with Phorone in his lap, they watched the moon for a couple hours.
Finally Keith grabbed Phorone forcefully by the ear and shoved Phorone's muzzle into his crotch. "Suck it!!" he barked making Phorone flinch. Phorone slowly opened Keith's pants and found his erection and began to suckle it. Guided by his ear he sucked the organ at a moderate pace lapping the pre inside his muzzle. He soon began going faster and faster gripping Keith's hips, he murred as Keith bucked his hips and exploded in his muzzle filling it with seed. Phorone pulled off smiling up to his mate, but his vision went out and he found himself lying on his back clutching his muzzle in excruciating pain. What horrified him the most was the warmth he felt run down his face, his blood. Soon Keith started to approach Phorone. Phorone backed away scrambling and shaking his head screaming
"no no Keith NO I LOVE YOU!!" he shouted frantically. Keith just growled and picked him up by his neck. Phorone soon felt pain rush from his stomach into his spine then pulse into his brain. He couldn't breathe and he was knocked back several feet. Landing on his back he gasped of air as Keith approached him again he turned to run but Keith grabbed his tail. Phorone screamed and tried to run Keith's nails dug unto Phor's flesh as he forced his legs to move. Phor fell to the ground crying Keith picked him up again but by the scruff of his neck and screamed at him, "YOU ARE NOTHING!!! WHY DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS WHY AM I THO ONLY ONE THAT LOVED YOU?!? HUH?!? I NEVER LOVED YOU!!YOU WERE JUST SOMETHING TO FUCK AND YOU'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING MORE THAN JUST THAT" and Keith back fisted Phorone right in the muzzle sending him spiraling over the cliff. Phorone made a sharp inhale as the ground seemed to rush up to him.
The cold water of the night enveloped Phorone as he was washed down stream in the powerful torrent. He smacked against a log which drifted onto the shore and he looked back to see Keith spit into the water where he landed get back in the car and drive away. Wet and cold Phorone sobbed and looked to the full moon ahead of him and howled at it pulling himself up from the shore. There Phorone woke up in a house alone and realized it was a dream he got up and went to the bathroom and looked at the reflection in the mirror. His mow hawk was skewed from his flailing in his sleep he looked down to his tail and it was normal. He ran his paws through it and his heart seemed to stop and his eyes grew wide. There were the scars hidden under his fur Phorone fell backwards and then was caught by a stranger whom Phorone only saw the outline of until he completely blacked out. Phor woke again in his room and started "who the hell was that" he tried to search his mind for a possible answer. Just then he realized as saph a silver fox with a blue tinted white underside and red fur seperating the black fur from the white he walked into the room and looked at Phor with his glacier blue eyes and backwards-spiked head-fur.
"Hello little bro" said Saph,
"Hey Saph" said Phor yawning,
"forgot again did you?" Saph asked and Phorone glared at him viciously,
"Fuck you" he spat and walked off back into the bathroom. He brushed his chops and changed clothes. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door, "Where are you going?" asked Saph,
"To a bar" said Phor leaving and slamming the door.
"That pup needs help" said Saph to himself smoking. Phor turned on the lights and looked at the two cars the black modded out Mitsubishi eclipse and the deep blue modded Maxima, Phorone clicked off the alarm on the keys and the eclipse jumped to life with it's dark red underbody neon and powerful engine. Phor opened the door and it only came out about three inches and stopped.
"Piece of..." Phorone trailed off then he realized. He lifted the door and it revolved around the side mirror. Once inside he closed the door and backed out. Once outside he raced out leaving smoke from his tires. Driving fast down the empty highway he turned on his cd player to the heavy metal he loved so much. He nodded his head he shifted and sped away looking at his speedometer pointing at 160 he slowed to turn off of a exit and drifted onto a street and stopped at a light. The glow of the light in the night made the entire intersection glow an ominous red. Phor cocked his ears back and sighed seeing his cigarettes on the dash. He waited when the ambience shifted to a bright blue. Phor regunned across the intersection lighted a cigarette and drove away. He parked in a parking lot near his favorite club the HOWLitzer. He walked in and listened to the same type of heavy metal music playing he sat at the bar and ordered a jack daniel's and sipped it slowly. Just when a wolf sat right beside him and stared at him for a while
"what?" Phorone demanded
"You look like you are about to hurt me" said the wolf
"Wow you read minds don't you" said Phorone turning away, right then the wolf chuckled
"And I was right that hurts" he said Phorone mouthed out the words to the song that was being played and sipped his drink
"Listen I was wondering if I could get you another drink have a conversation and possibly get your number is that possible" asked the desperate wolf.
"No not really" said Phorone who started smoking again
"Heh please don't make me beg" said the wolf whimpering playfully
"I'm only gonna say this one more time...fuck off" said Phor menacingly but never once looking at the wolf.
"Your loss" said the wolf and he walked away.
"Ass" said Phorone he finished his drink and made the decision to leave the bar altogether when he got to his car he was hammered in the side of the jaw by an unknown assailant. Phor fell to the ground stunned the wolf and about three more of his friends surrounded Phorone. "I offered you and easy way out of this but now we'll just have to pack fuck you" said the wolf. Phorone got back up and growled at them all. The gang charged in on Phor and he punched one in the stomach and another in the throat while kicking one in the chest leaving his special one unharmed for now. All of the other wolves fell to the ground either in pain or unconscious. Phorone grabbed the remaining wolf's shirt and brought him to eye level, "I told you not to fuck with me" he said as he uppercutted the wolf in the bottom of his muzzle sending him up a couple inches before he fell back down. After Phorone got in his car and drove back home taking the same rout and doing the same things. When he got there it was dawning and he needed more sleep.
When he walked in he saw Saph on the couch,
"Fun night?" he said looking at the smeared blood on Phorone's paw.
"Very" said Phorone smirking,
"I'm gonna go sleep don't bother me with anything. Phorone plopped on his bed exhausted and sore. Saph entered the room and sat on his bed next to him.
"You should see someone for you dream little brother" said Saph,
"I'd only end up in an asylum like you were" Phorone said starting to sleep. Saph picked up phorone's head and kissed him,
"Don't forget our deal" he said with a smirk.
"What?" said Phorone drowsily,
"That if I let you live with me I get that sweet little ass anytime I want" said Saph smoothly and Phorone gagged. There was no other option for him he'd freeze if he didn't and he had no one else Saph knew this too.
"Yeah I remember" he said clenching his teeth.
"Good then undress and bend over the bed brother" said Saph licking his ear. Phorone undressed himself and followed the horrid instruction Saph unzipped his pants and pressed his sheath against Phorone's bare rump. Phorone growled as he felt Saph's cock tip penetrate his unlubed tailhole, Saph's powder blue looking chest and belly-fur leaned against Phor making the bedsprings groan in protest. Saph nibbled at Phor's nape and bucked his hips softly into Phor's ass. Phorone loved the feeling and tried to imagine it was someone else, who it came from it disgusted him but it had to be done. So Saph ass fucked Phorone several times over finally letting him sleep in that same position. When Phorone got up it was the middle of the day, he put some pants back on and headed out again this time to his job.
He arrived at the dark wings auto modification shop he pulled inside and got out. A black otter with sky blue hair greeted him,
"Yo Phor!!" he said
"T'sup Ez" said phor cheerily.
"What do we have for today?" asked Phor
"Nothing mutch just the evo but it needs a lot" he replied. Phor looked over and inspected the awesome pink and black lancer evolution 8 it was getting tricked out it had a graphic on it with two dragons staring at the stars on the front of the car.
"Who's this from" asked Phor
"long time big spending customer of mine the one with the drop reserved and the skyline and RSX" Ez replied,
"I've never seen him" said Phor,
"That's cause he doesn't want anyone to see him" said Ez. Phorone looked at him weirdly
"Why" because he hates attention" said Ez walking away. Phorone wondered what that meant but he dropped it and worked on the evo installing the custom 8 speed engine and neon. By the end of the day he halfyaw finished the engine got the bodykit on and overall made good time. He had worked for a good 10 hours when Ez interrupted him,
"What are you still doing here Phor?" he said sighing.
"Working" said Phorone from inside the empty engine space in the hood.
"Get a mate and have something else to do other than work and treating other furs like shit" said Ez Phorone remained silent and popped up and fastened the intercooler to the front of the car and Ez just watched him.
He heared a car approaching and his ears perked. A pure white Rx7 with ice spikes on the side pulled into the garage as it turned Phorone noticed the gay pride band on it side window. Phorone cocked his head and stared the car turned off and a massive polar bear with 2 inch spiked headfur stepped toward Ez.
"T'sup buddy" said the bear cheerily
"Hey Polar" said Ez,
"I got the money for that neon" said Polar,
"Alright then...Phor stop fantasizing and go get some O2 neon for meh" said Ez as Phorone stopped work for a second and walked off to get the white neon. Meanwhile polar and Ez talked
"Aww that's horrible" says Polar after hearing about phorone's past Ez put on a grin
"He's lonely and single" said Ez grinning, Polar looked at the equally sized otter and rolled his eyes
"What? I'm trying to help him" said Ez folding his arms.
"I'll talk to him and see if there is anything I can do" said Polar looking at phorone's tail sticking out from the lighting room,
"Well could you at least give him a shot Polar try and date him or something" said Ez desperately.
"I will" said Polar watching Phor lug the lighting equipment by himself. Polar walked over to him
"Need any help with those?" he asked,
"No" lied Phor. Polar chuckled and lifted half the gear in one arm,
"Look I do..." Phor started as he turned around to scold the gentle bear but ended up tripping and shoving his muzzle into the bear's chest he backed away and blushed,
"Sorry but I don't need any help" he said taking the stuff from Polar and starting to walk away. Polar watched Phorone walk away,
"I think I like him" said Polar to himself Phor meanwhile was in shock and shook his head.
"Snap out of it why the hell are you doing this Phor? You're making an ass of yourself but why are you doing this?" he said to himself lifting the car on the power jack. He installed the neon wit and lowered the car,
"Thanks bud" said Polar to Phor and Phor just walked away,
"Go back over there and talk to him Phor" demanded Ez,
"Why?" said Phor but Ez just growled and his eye twitched.
"Okay okay I will" said Phor walking over to the massive bear.
"Hi" said Phorone to the bear playing with his new lights,
"Hi there" said Polar "I...uh...well...I was hoping....um wondering if maybe we could...uhm y'know" Phor tried to get out
"Are you asking me to a date?" said the bear grinning,
"Yeah I am" said Phor scratching the back of his head,
"But you probably wouldn't want to do anything with someone like me so I'm sorry" said Phorone turning away. Polar got out of his car and hugged Phorone who gave a loud meep as polar swung back and forth,
"I'd love to" he said putting the stunned dingo down and he got in his car,
"Bye" he drove away Phorone still stood there shocked,
"Toldya" said Ez popping out from a corner,
"Here is his number" said Ez handing Phorone a paper and shoving him to his car. "now go home get some rest and call him in the morning" said Ez grinning. Phorone was stunned all the way home and he finally sat on his bed,
"What have I gotten myself into" he said and he slept. He awoke to the sound of Saph and his friends having a party outside of his room. Pissed off and groggy Phor went to the shower and stripped turning on the water. He thought of polar which made his tail wag a little bit something it hadn't done in a long while. Phorone stepped into the warm water tilted his head back and folded back his ears. His muscles ached and they had for a while meanwhile someone busted into the door it was a dragon and a rather large one at that he was ice blue and completely wasted. Phorone paid no attention although he knew there were supposed to be only 14 dragons on Kuriize so seeing one was VERY rare. The dragon kept vomiting in the toilet and Phorone ignored him and then decided to tease him, Phorone walked out of the shower wet and nude and tapped the recovering dragon. He opened his eyes and whistled,
"Hey there" he said with a huge grin Phorone rolled his eyes
"Can you hand me that towel behind you?" said Phor and the dragon plucked a string out from the towel and held it up to Phorone. Phor rolled his eyes again and leaned over the dragon bumping his sheath into his muzzle, Phor took the towel and wrapped up in it slowly and walked out of the bathroom and back onto the bed he then put on his same pants and rested there. The dragon emerged and looked at Phorone and walked into the other room. He heard them continue and Saph and the dragon both walked in "Phor this is Cero, Cero this is Phor" said Saph who then cupped Phor's muzzle
"Phor show Cero some love" said Saph,
"No" said Phorone smoothly. Saph gripped Phor's muzzle,
"Listen like it or not you are my little bitch so fuck him ride him I don't care but you will do what I say" said Saph.
"NO!!" screamed Phor as he gripped Saph's arm and Cero just watched completely unscathed by the events. Saph punched Phor in the stomach and phor was flung back.
"The fuck?" said Phorone,
"It's not that easy little brother" said Saph in a demonic grin,
"Now get out of my house" said Saph as he picked up Phorone was lifted and thrown out of the nearest window. Phorone landed on the concrete with a thud and was knocked unconscious. When he woke up about three hours later it was still dark and his head burned he had been lying in a pool of his blood blood. He stood up and felt his head split in half, "Shit!" he said closing his eyes and holding his exploding head. He looked out at to the street and there was his car with all of his belongings packed in it Phor sighed and scratched some of the dried blood out of his fur. He drove to a remote parking lot and finished the night there. Soon there was a tap at his window Phorone blinked and squinted at the sunlight when he rolled down his window.
"you can't par...whoa you okay" said the leopard policefur looking at the dried blood from Phor's head going down his neck and into his shirt.
"Yeah I'm fine" Phor said rolling up his window and driving off before the cop could say another word. Phor stopped in another parkinglot and sighed. He once again looked at his cigarettes on the dash. He'd forget them if he never saw them he lit up a cigarette and sighed "what did I do?" he said feeling stupid. He shoved his hands in his pockets and felt a piece of paper. He pulled it out and stared at it...
"should I" he asked himself... | FSE |
Title: Matt Danger & the Bound Angel Ch. 01.5
Tags: miyoko, mrs tremaine, tremaine, toy drawer, clenched eyes, drawer found, china doll, eyes woman, dark glasses, knowing watching
*(Matt dropped off this manuscript after I’d already written up his story of “The Case of the Bound Angel”. It includes a scene with the gardener Miyoko that he hadn’t told me about before, so I present it here as Chapter 1.5 of the story for all the people who have shown such a gratifying interest in Mr. Danger’s modern techniques of scientific crime-solving.—dr.M.)*
Buddy was conked out and snoring to beat the band by the time I got downstairs, which was okay with me, because I didn’t know just what I’d say to a guy whose wife was still lying upstairs naked licking my come off her face. The liquor cart girl was sitting in a chair nearby, doing her nails, one long, slim leg crossed tightly over the other the way women do when they’re wearing skirts that end about a quarter inch above their crotch, making sure there’s no line of sight. She looked bored.
I stopped in the hallway and lit a square.
“He always drink like that?” I asked her.
She didn’t look up. Apparently her cuticles were a lot more interesting than me. No answer.
I walked over to her so that my shadow fell in her manicure light and she finally raised her face to me.
“You know, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to water down his hootch a little bit.” I said, “His liver might thank you for it.”
“Why don’t you go piss up a rope?” she asked me.
I assumed it was a rhetorical query, but it wasn’t a real promising note.
“Just doing my job,” I said. “Someone ought to cut him off before he hurts himself. Or is that the whole point?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
“It means that there’s a lot of crap that’s going on here right under his nose, and he’s too lushed up to see it. I’m wondering if maybe that’s what you’re paid for.”
“I’m paid to do what Mr. and Mrs. Tremaine tell me to do.” she said. “And I do it. And if you had any brains, that’s what you’d do too, instead of going around sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” She looked at me, then down at my crotch. “Along with some other things.”
So she was wise that I’d just boffed the old lady. Well, you didn’t have to be the Amazing Randi to figure that one out. I still reeked from Felicia’s perfume and cunt-butter.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
She stared daggers at me but I met her gaze. I’d just fucked her boss and I was feeling pretty cocky.
“Beverly,” she said with a little shrug. She figured she could give me that much.
It occurred to me then that Beverly must also be fucking her boss—her boss being Felicia—and that she must be one of Felicia’s muff mafia. And I have to admit, as totally fucked out as I was right then, the thought of the two of them going sixty-nine brought a little thrill to Matt Jr., who raised his head like a good little dog when his name is called. It was a waste of good talent as far as I was concerned, but even so, what a twosome they would make.
“So tell me, Beverly,” I asked, “What do you know about this business with the daughter?”
She picked up her emery board again and started lazily filing her nails.
“Like I said, I just do what I’m paid for. I keep my nose out of everything else.”
A couple of good remarks concerning where her nose might be of an evening flitted through my brain, but this kind of palaver wasn’t getting me anywhere. Beverly obviously wasn’t going to talk. Besides, I wanted to get out of there before Mrs. Tremaine got her shit together and came after me.
“Well, nice talking to you,” I said as I crushed my butt out in the onyx ashtray.
“Yeah,” she said. “A real slice of heaven.”
I showed myself out and stood for a moment on the veranda out front, just drinking in the landscape. It was so green and so well-manicured that I could have been looking at a video game. The pretty Japanese gardener was still mucking around at the edge of the pond, pulling out weeds and throwing them on the shore. She had very long legs and a tight, high ass, and wore a white hapi-coat sashed around her waist that showed a lot of skin as she bent over to pull out the weeds. A very un-oriental body.
I got into my car and cruised down by the pond, then cut the engine and got out.
“Hi,” I said as I walked over.
She looked up at me and wiped the sweat from her head with the back of her wrist. She smiled, only the second warm smile I’d seen since I got her. Hers had been the first too.
“Hello,” she said. She was wearing white cotton gloves that were covered in mud, so she didn’t extend her hand.
“My name’s Danger. Matt Danger. Mr. Tremaine just hired me to find his daughter. Okay if I ask you a few questions?”
Unlike everyone else in the house, she seemed to be guileless. Everything she felt was right there on her face: polite interest, alarm when I mentioned Beth, and then cautious openness. So much for oriental inscrutability.
“I’m Miyoko Tiramiso,” she said with an automatic little bow. If she’d bent any lower, no doubt her big tits would have fallen right out of the robe-like hapi-coat she had tied under them. As it was, standing in the sun I could see the engaging little shadows caused by her puckered nipples against the white fabric. “I am just the gardener, though. You are a policeman?”
“Private detective,” I said, handing her one of my cleaner business cards. “I just thought, working outside and all, you must see pretty much everyone who comes and goes in the house. I wondered if maybe you’ve seen Beth or anything weird in the last week or so.”
Her open smile vanished as she got frightened. The poor girl didn’t even have the sense to hide it. I’d hate to see her play poker.
“No. Nothing. I really see very little. Just my plants and the flowers. That’s all. Nothing else. It keeps me very busy.”
I could see her eyes flicking past me to look up at the house. That’s where the fear was coming from.
“Well, thanks all the same Miyoko,” I said. I moved around a little so that my bulk shielded her from the house and I held out the card. She took off her muddy glove and took it, handling it with her fingertips, as if it were hot to the touch. “If you think of anything, anything at all, just give me a call. There’s some stuff I’d like to know about the Tremaine’s and I’m having some trouble getting a straight answer. You could be very helpful. And I’m very discrete. No one will know. I promise.”
She smiled politely and nodded but it was obvious she was scared and operating on automatic.
As I left her I shot a look up at the house and saw Beverly standing in the library window clear as day, staring daggers at us.
I drove back to town and went to my apartment to stash the blank check Buddy had signed. I didn’t intend to cash it just yet, not until I had some idea of how much I should write into it
So I know, Philip Marlowe or Ellery goddamned Queen would have got down to the bottom of the whole thing in less than ten pages, but me, I really saw no reason to hurry this case along. After all, I was getting paid by the day plus expenses, and no one but Tremaine seemed to be on my ass to get results, and at the moment he was totally involved in metabolizing about half a liter of grain neutral spirits and couldn’t be disturbed. I decided what this case needed was some very thorough brainstorming and meditation. Don’t want to act too rashly when something like this falls into your lap.
My favorite phrontistary is George and Bill’s Amiable Club, right down the street from my office, so I hied myself over there, ordered a beer and a bowl of chili and would have gone over my notes if I had any notes to go over, but in this case I didn’t have any written notes, and to tell the truth, I wasn’t really very interested in this case. Obviously it was all a set-up, a clumsy attempt to extort money out of a Buddy who was too inebriated to know fuck-all from fireworks. I figured Felicia was behind it, because she seemed to be the only one who knew where her ass was in relation to her head, but anyway, I didn’t give much of a toad fart about the Tremaines and their self-inflicted delusions. I was more interested in finding the best angle to play my next shot from, Matt Danger-wise. A sweet job like this doesn’t come your way every other day.
Still, my admittedly avaricious ruminations kept on being interrupted by thoughts of Felicia: about how smooth her belly had been, and about her remarkable pole-riding talent. I know that women who have their kids young can often escape the worst of the attack of the stretch marks, and there was no doubt she would have had to have been awfully young to have a twenty-year old daughter, but still, it was pretty hard to believe she’d ever been a mother. And the way she threw that ass around in the bedroom: that was more than just raw talent. She’d been to school, and I was pretty sure that Buddy hadn’t been the teacher.
My office is a few blocks off the usual commercial beaten track, and I got there just as the sun was going down and those melancholy summer shadows were stretching over the empty streets, and as I keyed my lock I was shocked to hear my phone ringing. Two calls in one day. I might have to open another office if this kept up.
“Matt Danger and Associates. Confidential Investigations,” I said, burping a bit of chili.
“Mr. Danger? It’s Miyoko Tiramisu, the gardener from Mr. Tremaine’s? Mr. Danger, I must see you. It’s very important.”
I was instantly sober. Well, okay, I wasn’t instantly sober. But I stopped belching.
“Miyoko? What’s up? Where are you?”
“I’m just off work. I can’t talk. They might be listening. Can I come to your office?”
“Well, sure, but…”
“Good. In an hour then.” And she hung up.
An hour gave me enough time to catch a couple Z’s, then get up and splash some water on my face and some scotch into a coffee cup, and by that time the sun had gone down and the walls of my office were starting to glow red from Wing Yee’s Oriental Garden’s big neon sign that hung outside my window. My office is in a quieter part of town and the streets empty out early. It was so quiet outside that I could hear Miyoko’s heels rapping on the sidewalk half a block away. I stood in the shadows and watched her come. She wore a scarf over her head and dark glasses. I guess she thought she was in disguise. Like dark glasses at twilight would hide her identity. Like any male who saw her in that tight, tight white dress wouldn’t have her image permanently seared into his brain. The dress clung to her smooth thighs as she walked and I could only imagine what her as must look like from the other side. From up in my window I could see every jiggle of her ripe and sumptuous rack as her feet hit the concrete. To these not inexperienced eyes it looked like her dress was doing double duty as a bra too. Caged birds don’t swing as sweet.
“Mr. Danger!” she said when I opened the door for her, “Thank heavens you’re here!”
I got a chance to really look at her now. That white dress was some sort of jersey material, very stretchy, and now having its stretchiness tested to the utmost. For an oriental girl, she had a body that was pure corn-fed American beef, with long legs and generous hips and high, proud tits. Not too big, but sassy as hell. Her dress ended awfully far north of her knee and south of her neck—just a little sundress, really--and the foothills of those breasts were quite visible, crowded together like two cannonballs trying to hide under a handkerchief.
I let her in and stood close enough so that I could catch a whiff of her scent. Nothing much, just the smell of sun-ripened flesh and clean-scrubbed woman. A quick glance at her nails convinced me that gardening wasn’t Miyoko’s primary duty out at the Tremaine spread.
“Please, lock the door,” she said. “I’m afraid they might have followed me.”
“And who would that be?” I asked her.
“Felicia,” she said, looking nervously through the blinds. “Or maybe Beverly. They’re the ones who are behind this. I’m sure of it.”
I followed her into my inner office, closing the door behind me. She pulled off her scarf and let her rich black hair cascade around her neck., then took off her dark glasses. Whatever the emergency had been, Miyoko had found time to put on make-up, and she’d done a very good job of it, not that she needed any. She’d come to pitch a little woo, I guessed. I prepared to catch.
“So Beverly’s in on this too?”
It made sense. Beverly was obviously a part of Felicia’s Flying Gyno Circus, and was furthermore given the job of Buddy’s private booze-cart caddy, hired to make sure he got all the lush he could handle, and then some. The idea was to keep him too shit-faced to notice whom was taking what from his pocket.
“And why would they want to follow you, Miyoko? You’ve got something you want to tell me?”
“Yes,” she said, sitting down in the leather arm chair in front of my desk. Then, “No. Oh, I don’t know. I’m frightened, Mr. Danger. Mrs. Tremaine is a very dangerous woman. She can hurt you: cause you a lot of trouble. And Beverly is even worse.”
I parked half my ass on the corner of the desk and looked at her. “So how can I help, Miyoko? What do you know about this business with Beth’s disappearance.”
“Nothing. Not really. People come and they go all the time there. I can’t keep track of them. I don’t even try. Anyhow, I’m sorry, Mr. Danger, but that’s not really why I came.” She had her little handbag in her lap and was worrying it so much I thought she might bend it in half.
She took a deep, shuddery breath and I saw the gleam of tears in her deep, brown eyes “All right. All right, Mr. Danger, I’ll tell you why I came to you,” she blurted out “I came to ask for your help. You’ve got to get me out of there. They’re bad people, Mr. Danger. They do evil things, and they’re trying to suck me in. It’s a long story and…” Her voice trailed off and she lowered her face.
“Fine,” I said. “I like long stories.”
I walked around and sat down in my desk chair, reached into the lower right-hand drawer and pulled out a bottle of Jamesson—the good stuff I use for clients—and a couple of reasonably clean glasses I’d nipped from Wing Yee’s Oriental Garden. “Drink?”
Miyoko was perched on the edge of the chair across from me, her knees together like a good girl. I poured the Irish and pushed a glass towards her but she shook her head.
“Very well,” she said, her eyes in her lap. “I’ll tell you. I’m not really a gardener. I’m a music student. I play the marimba and vibraharp, and I’d won a scholarship to study music at the American Conservatory downtown. It’s a very great honor. An important scholarship.”
“The marimba?” I asked. “Isn’t that that thing they use in mariachi music? They give scholarships for that?”
She nodded quickly. “That was where I first met Beth Tremaine. At a recital.”
“The Tijuana Brass. They used a marimba, right? Like a xylophone?”
“Please, Mr. Danger. I think I’m in grave peril.”
“You play with two sticks in each hand and all that? Tijuana Taxi? Songs like that?” I was very impressed. I’d never known anyone who played the marimba. I couldn’t believe that they gave scholarships to people who could play Spanish Eyes and The Lonely Bull.
“It was Beth who first invited me to her family’s house. They have a vibraharp in their music room. They have everything out there, as you well know. She seemed sincere. I came to visit her, to play a little. Vibraharps are not very common, and the American Conservatory only has two. It’s difficult to practice. You have to sign up ahead of time. Beth thought her mother might be willing to sell theirs cheap, or at least let me practice there.”
I reached over and took her drink. Hell, she wasn’t using it. “Her mother?” I asked, tossing it back. “You mean Felicia?”
“Yes. That’s when I first met Mrs. Tremaine: Felicia. She said that she couldn’t sell it, it was a family heirloom, but that I was welcome to practice on it whenever I wished. In return I offered to help her out with a few things around the place.”
“Like gardening?”
“Yes,” she said. “My mother’s American, but my father’s Japanese. Very traditional, very conservative. He’s a gardener in California, a landscape limnologist. He specializes in aquaculture, ponds and the like, and I grew up around aqueous plants. They needed some help with their pond.”
“Wait a minute. A ‘landscape limnologist’?” I’d never heard of such a thing. This was a very talented girl. “So that’s why I saw you out mucking around in the mud?”
“Yes. Mucking around in the mud. Oh Mr. Danger, that’s so apt!”
She lost it then, and started crying onto the back of her hand. Unlike most private eyes, a woman’s tears don’t bother me much, so I let her cry while I concentrated on keeping a sympathetic look on my face. I wondered if her faith in me would be shattered if I poured myself another slug of booze.
Miyoko got herself under control pretty quickly and looked regretfully at her empty glass, which I’d just downed, so I poured her another slosh, a healthy one. I like to see pretty women drink, and she was worth it.
She wiped a tear away and took a tentative sip, then another. “This isn’t easy,” she said. Then she just took the glass, put her head back and tossed off the rest of the whiskey like a Russian sailor. She hardly blinked. I wondered whether all marimba players drank like that.
“My family must never know what I’m about to tell you, Mr. Danger. It must never leave this room. I can trust you?”
“Oh, absolutely,” I lied.
“It’s very shameful. My father would take it very hard. He has a weak heart. It might kill him.”
I tried not to look too eager. I knew we were getting to the good stuff and I knew it was going to be something dirty. I made a moue of sincerity, but I was already trying to figure how I could play whatever shot Miyoko was about to give me into a way to get into her panties.
“I am a woman who has a weakness for…certain unconventional activities,” she said hesitantly
I didn’t think she was talking about marimba playing and landscape limnology this time.
“What sort of activities?”
She covered her face with her hand. “Hope,” she said.
At least that’s what it sounded like she said. She said it into her hand with her face down, so quickly and softly that I couldn’t be sure.
“Beg your pardon, Miyoko?”
“Rope,” she said this time. “For sex. Rope excites me. What they call bondage. It’s the only way I can get sexually…aroused.”
I felt a nasty little thrill right down in my nasty old testicles looking at this shy and gorgeous woman sitting across from me.
“Beth first found this out,” she said. “Fool that I was, I trusted her. It was a girl-talk kind of thing. They befriended me—she and her mother--and plied me with liquor. They found out my secret. But that’s not all.” She looked at me uneasily and I tried to look sympathetic.
“They are lesbians, Mr. Danger. They engage in sexual acts with one another, mother and daughter both, and they’ve ensnared me into their evil web of depravity.”
That’s what she said: “evil web of depravity”. Pretty girl, plays the marimba, and she talks like that too.
I cleared my throat. “Well, why don’t you just tell them to screw off? I mean, there must be other vibraharps in the world.”
She held her empty glass up to me. The tears were gathering again. I poured her another splash but she just looked at it and put it down on the desk and covered her face with her hands.
“They have photographs,” she said through her fingers. “Shameful photographs of me. And they’ll show them to my father. It will kill him, Mr. Danger. I know it will.”
“What sort of photographs?” I could already imagine, but I thought it would be a cheap thrill if I could get her to describe them to me.
No such luck. She waved her hand vaguely in the air, took the drink and threw that one down too.
“Uh, you want some water with that Miyoko? Maybe a coke?”
She sniffled and shook her head no. The girl must have about half a cup of Irish whiskey in her by now. I poured her another couple of fingers.
“And these photographs have you in compromising positions, no doubt,” I said sagely. “Would that be of you tied up, or with other women, or both?”
She drank ‘em as fast as I poured ‘em. I’ve never seen a young woman polish off the hootch like that, I wondered if that came from hanging around with Buddy’s crowd.
“Both, I’m afraid.” She opened her purse, and I was kind of surprised when she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Do you mind if I smoke?”
I didn’t mind if she burst into flames and exploded.
She lit a square, took a deep drag, and that seemed to calm her down a bit. With a cigarette between her fingers she seemed to be more of a dragon lady than without. It calmed her down and gave her some confidence.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “But this fetish I have—it’s a sickness really. Just the sight of rope or chain, or anything made of leather… I just find it difficult to control myself. Beth and Felicia discovered this, and from then on I was lost; I couldn’t resist. Women, men, it would have made no difference.”
“Of course,” I said, trying to keep my voice cool and dispassionate, but Matt Jr. was already rising from his torpor to see what the commotion was about.
I reached down and slowly opened my lower left-hand drawer, careful not to disturb her train of thought. My lower left-hand drawer is filled with just the kind of things she was talking about: rope, chains, leather cuffs, whips, gags, all the tools of my own perverse avocation. Miyoko’s face was down. She didn’t notice.
“Even as a little girl, I used to tie myself up, or try to. It just excited me. It’s always excited me, even before I knew about…about sex.”
I found a nice, brand-new coil of three-eighths inch braided white nylon. Good stuff. Soft, strong, and very supple. I pulled it out and just let it drop on the desk right in front of her, studying her face.
Miyoko jumped. No doubt she was feeling the liquor, and had been lost in her own reverie. Now she looked at the rope, and it was like there was suddenly a third person in the room. Her lips parted and her nostrils flared. The cigarette dangled unsmoked from her long fingers. I saw her tits rise as she took in a deep breath.
Her eyes flicked up at mine just once. She looked at me and saw what she was afraid she was going to see. It was also just what she wanted to see. In her eyes I saw a woman surrender. I saw her self-control just slip away. It was like someone had flipped a switch. The look in her eye was begging me, but begging for what I didn’t know.
I got up from the chair and picked up the rope, walking behind her. “Go on, Miyoko,” I said, “Tell me about it.”
It was all she could do to breathe a few times. Then she said, “I’ve never told anyone about this, Mr. Danger. Only Beth and Felicia. I’ve never done this with anyone else. I’ve never done this with a man. I heard them talking about you when they called you. they called you the ‘bondage detective.’ I didn’t know what they meant but I… Oh! Oh my God!”
She breathed out this last as I stood behind her and ran the frayed end of the rope across her cheek. She tightened her hands on the arms of the chair, dropping her cigarette. The floor of my office is old, institutional linoleum, so I just ground it out beneath my foot. I took a length of the nylon between my hands, wrapping it around both fists, leaving a couple of feet between them. I put my arms down at Miyoko’s sides, slipping the rope over her and sliding it down her body till it was at the level of her nipples, then I pulled it back towards me, sawing it back and forth right over those excited little peaks.
“Mr. Danger,” she breathed. “Mr. Danger this isn’t fair.”
She closed her eyes as I sawed the rope over her nipples and she whined in a kind of feeble protest. This was almost too easy, and I should have hated myself for taking advantage of her like this, but she was sitting in my office in that skimpy white dress with her perfect porcelain skin, her jet black hair and red, red, lips and the rope just looked so damned good on her. She pushed her knees together and gripped the arms of the chair as I passed the rope down and up over her nipples, twanging them like they were little diving boards, and she just clenched her eyes shut tight and whined.
“Come on now. Miyoko,” I said. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of women like the feel of ropes on their bodies. Believe me, I know. Now, you do want me to help you, don’t you? And get those pictures back?”
“Yes. No. Oh, I don’t know. Yes I do. Only… Only…”
I took my Spiderco from my pocket and flicked it open. I cut an eighteen inch length of the nylon rope and held onto it while I dropped the rest of the coil.
“Watch now, Miyoko. Watch what I’m going to do.”
I picked up her right hand and wrapped the rope around it as she stared at what I was doing, her eyes wide with fascination or horror or maybe both. I know how it goes with women who are really into it like Miyoko. They can’t believe you’re doing this to them, they can’t believe the sight of themselves in rope. It’s just an incredible turn-on for them.
I did the same to her other wrist, then I said, “Stand up Baby.”
It was dusk in my office now, and the setting sun sent its dying rays through the Venetian blinds in the west window, painting stripes across her tight white skirt. The red neon glow from Wing Yee’s big sign outside seeped in giving the room a Hades-like glow, making it seem hotter than it already was, and evil in a deliciously lewd kind of way. (I love my office.) Miyoko didn’t resist me as I turned her around and found the little zipper high on the back of her dress.
“Mr. Danger…”
“Matt,” I said.
“We shouldn’t do this. It’s the photographs. That’s why I came to you. I didn’t mean for anything else to happen.”
I had the zipper between my fingers. I pulled it halfway down her back and the dress parted. Her back was bare: not so much as a tan line. She wasn't wearing a bra. Sure she hadn’t meant for anything else to happen.
“Don’t worry about that now,” I said as I pressed my lips against the base of her neck. “I’ll take care of everything, Miyoko. But you have to give me something to work for, baby. You have to give me some incentive.” I ran my finger nail down her spine. “And this is about the best incentive there is.”
She had a beautiful back and gorgeous, flawless skin.
“And don’t you want this?” I went on, so close she could feel my breath on her skin. “Don’t you want to see what a man does to a woman he has tied up? All the terrible sexy thing he does to her, the way he makes her fee? Did you ever feel a man’s desire let loose on you, Miyoko? I want to show you what you make me feel. I want to let it all out on you, baby.”
I could feel the little hairs raise on the back of her neck as I kissed her behind her ear. I could feel her grow warm beneath my lips and smell her perfume as it started to release. I pushed the zipper down farther, down to the small of her back. I could just see the top of her tight silk panties, the dimples in her lower back where her buttocks started.
I pushed her dress off her shoulders with my nose as I licked her back, and it fell to her feet without a sound. She was naked except for those tiny panties, and she was exquisite.
“Come here, Miyoko, back into the chair.”
I led her back to the leather chair and put her into it. I cut another length of rope and bound her wrists together behind her so they were over the back of the chair, causing her to thrust her tits out as if in invitation. She didn’t fight me. She was under the spell of the ropes: they took up all her attention.
I tied her wrists to the rung of the chair in back, and by that time she was breathing hard, whimpering softly and staring down at her heaving tits as if she’d never seen them before, shocked that her nipples could already be so hard. I stood behind the chair and leaned over her, took her breasts in my hands, warm and heavy, and I ran my hands down her naked body: over her ribs, her flat and quivering stomach, down over her hips, then around so that the flats of my palms were on the incredibly soft and tender skin on the inside of her thighs. I pressed her legs apart and she opened them with a soft moan of protest.
I don’t know how bondage works with other guys. I know a lot of self-styled doms (and I say fuck that capital ’d’ business) like to torment and humiliate their women: stick pins in them and make them eat garbage and crawl around on all fours and howl like dogs, but I’m not into that. To me, those guys are women-haters, guys with some serious mommy issues. For me it’s all an act of worship. It’s about holding her there so you can get your fill of her, about bringing out the fire inside her: inside both of you. It’s about getting to a point you could never get to without the ropes there to hold you back and keep you on the edge.
Because I’ll tell you this about women: they’re every bit as sexy as we men are, even more so. But they have problems in letting that out. There’s all this pressure to be a good girl and nice and polite and non-sexual, so it all gets buried inside. They need to be coaxed. They need to be convinced. They need you to bring it out of them, to force them to feel like that, to want it, to give expression to everything they feel. In fact, they need to you to insist on it, to pull it out of them, because on some level every woman wants to be a sexual animal, wants to be as physical and passionate on the outside as she feels on the inside. And the ropes are the best way I know to do that.
Miyoko now was getting off not only on being tied up, but on seeing herself tied up. She’s a shy and reserved girl, but she has a tigress inside, prowling around, looking for a way out. She knows she needs to be tied up for that to happen. She knows she has to be with someone who wants her bad enough to do that to her, who’s going to demand that she let go, who’s not going to let her off the hook. And now that guy was me.
“Let’s just see,” I said as I went around to my toy drawer and found a big-ass vibrator, a ten-incher. “Let’s just see who we’ve got inside, okay, Miyoko? Are you ready for this?”
She just whined in the chair. She was twisting her hands around, testing the bonds, enjoying her own helplessness, and wanting to know that I wasn't playing with her. Her nipples were hard as two cherries on the round vanilla scoops of her tits, the whole still covered with a carpet of goose bumps. I tore a good chunk of adhesive tape off a roll in the drawer, came over and taped the vibe right against her pussy so the head made a dimple against her panties, aimed right at her opening. I taped it to her creamy thigh and I turned it on.
“Oh! Oh no! No!” she sighed.
I threw a couple of coils of rope around her thighs, and pulled her knees up over the arms of the chair, holding her open, and tied them off. She didn’t fight me, and by the time she realized what I was doing it was too late to fight, and she found herself spread as wide and as lewd as in any porno pic, almost naked in the chair, her panties stretched tight against her pink cleft and the vibrator trying to burrow inside. She twisted, she writhed, she ground her ass in circles, trying to dislodge the vibrator, and I just sat on my desk and watched.
She knew I was watching too, and that’s what made it especially shameful for her. Exciting too. It’s one thing for a girl to let her slut out in private, it’s quite another to let someone else see her acting like that, see who she is inside, especially a little tight-ass like Miyoko. She groaned. She gasped and whined. She threw her head back and bit her lip, trying to deny the sensations from that humming little buzz bomb between her legs, trying to hide her feelings from my scrutiny, all the while knowing I was watching her.
I left her squirming in the chair and went back to my toy drawer. I found a set of nipple clamps and untangled then from the rest of the stuff and brought them around to where Miyoko was still slowly grinding her hips against the chair and moaning. Her eyes went wide for an instant when she saw them, but she wasn’t going anywhere and there was nothing she could do.
I turned off the vibe. “Hold still,” I told her.
That was hard for her to do, as she was panting from the vibe and her big tits were rising and falling on her chest. I leaned over and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Miyoko’s entire nipple was hard, not just the tip. The areole was puckered out too, like a little Chinese hat, and I sucked it into my mouth and rolled my tongue around the edge, feeling where the turgid convex disc merged with the soft skin of her breast. I could feel the beating of her heart through my lips on her nipple.
Once it was nice and hard, I slid the arms of the tweezer over it and clamped them in place. Miyoko kept her eyes closed and bit her lip, but she couldn’t keep a little whine from escaping her lips as I drew the legs of the clamp together. I did the same to the other breast, teasing the nipple into erection, but then I stopped and drubbed the peak back and forth with my thumb, enjoying the way she jerked and gasped. I fixed the clamp to it and stood back. The silver chain hung in a graceful arc from her nipples, swinging as her tits rose and fell with her excited breathing.
I turned the vibrator back on and she jumped as if a snake had bit her. It started up just where it had left off, with Miyoko fighting to hold on to her composure in spite of the lewd and obscene spectacle I’d made of her. She looked like the perfect little BDSM slut now with her tits chained together and the buzzing dildo pressing hard into her wet pussy. I parked my ass on the edge of my desk and lit a cigarette, just studying her for a while.
That cigarette was destined to go unfinished though. She was just too sexy sitting there trembling under this obscene assault. She was moaning and whimpering constantly now and my cock was screaming to be let out and find some relief between the bright red lips. I stood up, stepped out of my shoes and socks, opened my pants and pulled down my shorts.
Despite her obvious distractions, Miyoko couldn’t keep her eyes from my big prick as it spring up from my shorts. There was a look a fascinated horror in her eyes, but there was no way she was going to be able to resist me now. From the looks of her she was close to popping off herself right then and there, and I was tempted to let her. I’d like to see this perfect little China doll come right then and there, knowing I was watching her get her slutty rocks off from a buzzing piece of plastic.
But this was too good to resist. I grabbed a riding crop out of the bottom drawer and went to the chair. Miyoko looked up at me pleadingly, begging me for some relief and pleading for me not to shame her at the same time. I ignored the look in her eyes, grabbed a handful of that midnight black hair and twisted her head around to face my evil, oozing snake. She fought the urge for a moment and then seemed to surrender to her own lust and opened her mouth. Her lips reached for me, trembling with excitement, and then I plunged it in.
If she’d ever sucked a cock before than I’m Mr. Rogers. She had no technique, no fancy tricks: she just sucked like she wanted it inside her belly. (Is that something that women just instinctively know how to do? Or is that something all us humans do? That when you’re presented with something long and thin you just open your mouth and suck on it?) I didn’t know, but the sight of those brilliant red lips on my stalk send chills up my spine. I held her head in my right hand, with my left I tapped the end of the crop against her panties about where her clit should be.
“Oh Mr. Danger! Please! Oh God!” she wailed, pulling her face off my cock. “Don’t make me! It’s too much! I…”
Whatever she was going to say was muffled by my big cock as it sunk between her lips again, squooshing in and out of her saliva-filled mouth. I kept it up with the crop--tap, tap, tap—as her hips churned in the chair and the vibrator hummed away. When I felt the first shard of orgasmic pleasure start to gather in my balls I stopped. I pulled my dick from her mouth and quickly untied her legs and wrists from the chair. She yelled when I pulled the vibrator and the tape off her leg—it must have hurt—but she when I pushed her down on the sofa, she immediately assumed the position: knees up and spread.
I ripped her panties down off her legs, exposed that perfect pussy with its little wisp of fine black hair, then my cock seemed to just pull me down on top of her and I sank into her buttery depths.
“Oh! Oh my! Oh yes!” she cried.
I hooked my arms behind her knees and pushed her legs back up to her chest and my big hard cock spread that little pussy wide as it sunk into her.
I don’t know what kind of games she was playing up at the Tremaine’s, but no one had been trampling around in that pink little vineyard recently, I can tell you that. Miyoko was as tight as a miser’s fist and despite all her gyno-grease I had to do some pushing and grunting to get it all in. She raised her head to watch my cock sinking into her, then clenched her eyes shut and slammed her head back down on the couch as if the sight had burned her eyes, but in a moment she was looking again, not wanting to miss a second of her own violation by my big, hungry cock
She had such an innocent little face,: a little China doll with a red-hot slut engine inside, an engine that was getting its first taste of high-octane fucking. Once I got it sunk inside her and got over that first maddening squeeze of tight Japanese cooze, I got my knees under me and lifted my ass, trying to pull out of her so I could give it to her again and officially claim her as a prize.
Miyoko stuck to me like a bug on a pin, wailing as I pulled her pussy out with my thick cock; she was that tight. I could feel it when she groaned; I could feel it when she breathed or gasped. I could feel the puffy lips of her cunt spread wide and squashed flat by my own pubic bone. I could feel the tiny finger of her clit tenderly tapping the top of my stalk. I was in her throat-deep.
“Oooh, Mr. Danger… Matt…” she cooed, begging me to spare her life. She didn’t want to come, didn’t want to lose face by showing me what a whore she was for me, but I could tell she didn’t have a chance. Miyoko was the kind of girl who spent all her time in high school and college in hard work and study and marimba practice and never had any time to screw around or find out what really made the world go round. Now she was getting a late lesson: a master class in the ways of a man with a maid
I worked my hands down to her ass, which was already slick with her overflowing lubrications. I grabbed those melons and spread her apart and pulled her up onto my pole. Miyoko sobbed with joy to feel that thick hard meat inside her pushing her insides around, and then she gasped with embarrassment at her own enthusiasm. She was shaming herself, and putting on quite a show doing so, and meanwhile tugging at the ropes that bound her wrists, loving her own captivity.
The ropes. The ropes that were everything for her. They were her freedom, her permission; they allowed her to pretend that she wasn't involved, that she wasn't loving having my big log sawing in and out of her dripping cunt, that she didn’t love feeling me going crazy on top of her. It’s every woman’s fantasy: to be so sexy and so desirable that a man would stop at nothing to take her and fuck her, and now Miyoko was living the dream. That’s why she came over here with her makeup perfect in that tight white dress, without a bra, without a stitch on that perfect body. Bondage detective, huh? I’d show her bondage detective!
“Nnnn! No! Don’t! You’re going to make me… Don’t make me.. No! Oh Please!”
She kept up a breathless chatter as I reamed her out, my balls splashing in the wet pool of her moisture. She had her little china-doll face turned to the side in denial, but now she suddenly turned face front and her eyes opened wide, but they weren’t looking at me. They weren’t looking at anything.
She got a foot under her on the floor and suddenly heaved her ass up off the sofa, impaling herself on my prick. Her body trembled with the strain, but she was a strong little thing and her need to be fucked hard was even stronger
“Come on, Miyoko, you hot little bitch!” I said down to her. “You’re gong to come, aren’t you baby? You’re gong to spill all that hot juice all over my cock! You’re a little slut, aren’t you, baby? A little slut who loves the ropes, who loves being tied down and fucked!”
“No! Yes! Oh, I don’t know!” she cried out. “Oh Mr. Danger please! Shoot in me now! Shoot it! Please! Come in me!”
That little outburst made me stop. I reared up on my outstretched arms and looked down at Miyoko, staring at her. We both knew she had crossed the line. She’d given up being the pretty little marimba-playing prodigy and was showing me the hot face of her naked female lust; her obscene desires. All the secret things she’d ever dreamed about or felt, all her hidden fears about herself, they were all true, and we both knew her now for who she was. Lying beneath me with my thick cock crammed into her cunt, she was a total slut for me, and she reveled in it. She was a gloriously sexual, fully aroused woman with all a woman’s passion and hungry desires revealed, and it thrilled me to the core to see the look on her face as she realized that all her needs and everything she wanted was now exposed.
I flexed my cock inside her and she groaned, but it wasn't a subservient groan; it was more like a sound of triumph, of revelation. She was fully aware of her sexual power as a woman now, and she knew that even though she was poised on the edge of orgasm, she had me hanging there as well. Even with her arms tied behind her—or maybe because of her arms tied behind her—she’d brought me to the brink of my own surrender, brought my strength to the point of helplessness, and she clutched at me with the muscles of her pussy, telling me that she had power too, that she could give it to me as well, that we were in this together.
Erotic chills raced up and down my spine and I fell forward on top of her. Our open mouths met, and Miyoko’s shy little tongue was a rampaging tiger in my mouth, urging me to let go, to surrender to her own feminine strength, and I had no choice but to comply. Beyond control or rational thought, I felt her lips suck my tongue into her mouth urging me to do it and there was no way I could refuse her. I groaned myself as I felt the come boil out of my balls and seem to come flooding up out of the very soles of my feet and I gushed into her in hot, scalding jets.
Miyoko lost control of her body, throwing her head back and arching her cunt up to me to suck it all in, mashing that sweet little clit against my throbbing stalk, her arms hard as she pulled at her bonds. I held her to me as I came inside her, giving her all of it and planting it deep. I wanted it to be dripping out of her for hours. I wanted her to feel me when she went to bed that night and when she got up in the morning. I wanted her to know that Matt Danger had been there, and that he knew all her secrets.
You can say all they want about virgins, about how great it is to be the first and all that, but that’s just high school stuff to me. What you want is to be the first one to take a woman to that height of passion, to introduce her to her own sexual desires. To take her to the edge and make her look into the chasm. That’s the kind of sex they never forget. They never forget the man who made them whole.
Miyoko was beside herself when we stopped, and it took a lot of cuddling and cajoling to calm her down. We lay on that funky leather sofa for a long time as Wing Yee’s neon lights played over her perfect skin and I held her and stroked her sobbing body. Of course one thing led to another, and we made love again; slow and sweet this time, but again she went ballistic. Her gates were down now, and she didn’t know what to do with this new side of herself.
I had some ideas, but it had been a long day for me—for both of us—and she had to get back before anyone started asking questions.
And of course, I had a case to solve. | literotica |
Title: 1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 15
Tags: lesbian sex, erotic couplings, threesomes
"Jean, you really don't have to do this," Tess pleaded with her housemate/lover, once more.
"Baby, I know I don't HAVE to do anything but, I want to, I know how important you and Jo are to each other and I know that a little privacy wouldn't be a bad thing; an early Christmas present, okay?" Jean replied, kissing the top of Tess' head as they sat on the edge of her, Jean's, bed, Jean holding Tess in her arms.
What Jean was doing was spending the next few days (and nights) with her microbiology professor, Jayne, or Dr. Jayne if you prefer. They had become lovers just before the Thanksgiving break, meeting up, by chance, at a local club that catered to the college gay community. They shared a few drinks that night, danced a bit that night, and Dr. Jayne got herself laid in the backseat of her car that first time with Jean, that night.
Jayne liked her student Jean, liked her sub demeanor, adored her gorgeous tits but, mostly, loved, simply loooved the way Jean ate pussy. When Jean asked about staying with Jayne for a few nights, explaining the reasons behind the request, Jayne jumped at the opportunity for a 'shackup' with her student, short that it might be.
"Well, I appreciate it, sweetie, I really do and if you come back home on Wednesday night, before we leave for the Christmas break, I'm absolutely sure Jo will want to thank you, personally," Tess replied.
No explanation was needed for Jean, she knew that Jo would want to fuck her at some point.
"Okay, I'm outta' here," Jean said in response to hearing Jayne's car horn outside, "Have a great reunion, baby, see you Wednesday night...."
Jo gripped her seat's armrest tightly as the small commuter turboprop bounced and twisted on the last leg of the landing approach. Not now. Not Fucking Now, Jo pleaded with her God, the next thirty seconds until a safe, but bumpy touchdown, seeming like an hour.
It was quite touching, really, the sight of the emerging passengers from the concourse having to walk around Jo and Tess as they hugged each other tightly. Their embrace of each other caused the sea of Holiday travelers to 'part' around them on either side, the sibs, a rock in the waters of moving people.
"Can't believe you're here, can't believe you're actually here," Tess said with tears streaming from her eyes, "I prayed for you and your guys every night, I swear I did," Tess said further as she lugged one of two large duffel bags with all of Jo's shit.
"Somebody heard you, Tess....must've, since I am here, baby and so fucking happy to be on home-soil," Jo remarked to her step-sib/lover.
"Can't wait to get you home, I need to be with you so badly," Tess stated as honestly as she's ever said anything. The last few video-chats that the step-sibs shared served to get them both horned-up, seriously horned-up for the other. While Jo awaited her papers to return state-side, she had a private, officer's room that gave her the freedom to tease and tantilize her sis during their Skype chats, both sibs fondling themselves as they watched their screens, both sibs masturbating as they watched the other do the same.
"Hope you're up for it, sweetie; been over a year since I've been with anyone, not counting myself and my fingers," Jo answered honestly, the sight of Tess having caused flutters in her pussy when she spied her sis waiting at the end of the concourse.
Reaching her car, Tess popped the trunk lid with her remote, tossing Jo's bag in, Jo tossing her other bag on top. It was then that Tess realized what had been nagging at her since Jo arrived.
"Are those Captain's bars?" Tess asked as she spun Jo around to look at the front of Jo's BDUs.
"Yeah, but you'll have to wait for the story until we get home, okay? Right now, the last thing I want to think or talk about is my time overseas this past year-plus, okay, baby?" Jo told her sis.
"That's cool, you know that's cool with me, baby, whatever, okay?" Tess answered, wondering what the 'story' was but willing to wait, not wanting to press Jo for anything except her love.
"Any classes this week for you?" Jo asked as she buckled up for the drive to Tess' place.
"Nope, I'm ahead in my class work and the profs have closed their offices until after Christmas break, so it's just you, me, and four days before we leave for the 'rents' place," Tess answered as she pulled into traffic.
"Jean's still there, right?" Jo asked curiously, her mind-vision of Jean in that moment consisting of Jean's lovely rack.
"Yeah, but you won't see her until Wednesday night," Tess answered. Tess went on to explain to Jo about Jean's 'gift' to them of privacy for a few days, etc.
"Knew I liked that girl," Jo replied, nodding her head in appreciation of Jean's good heart.
"You mean besides just for her pussy, right?" Tess teased.
"Smart ass. Of course, bitch," Jo teased back, feeling so happy in her heart to be home, finally, to be with her sister-lover, at last.
Might have been a world record, the speed with which the sibs had each other naked and in bed, fucking each other in every way they could think of for the first few hours after getting to Tess' rented home.
"Break?" Jo asked her sib as her sib casually munched on Jo's oh-so-very-fucking-satisfied pussy.
"Yeah, let's clean up, go grab a bite and then, resume your homecoming, properly, now that we've gotten the animal-sex out of the way," Tess answered, recognizing that the fuck session was about relief for them both, and little to do with their love of each other.
"Damn!," Jo exclaimed as she lifted her leg over her sister's head in order to get out of the bed, "Not only can she eat pussy but the bitch has good ideas," her comment one of teasing, of course.
"And don't you forget it, cunt!" Tess teased back, following with a stinging hand-slap to Jo's ass, leaving a big ol' red hand-print on the cheek which, of course, caused Jo to shriek....
"Good 'burger," Jo said in compliment of the place that Tess had picked out for them to grab that bite.
"S'okay," Tess replied, "but doesn't even come close to your burgers, sweetie, no place in this town does."
"Hmmm....." was Jo's only comment.
Walking back to Tess' car, Jo and Tess held hands, looking more like star-crossed lovers than sisters to a casual observer. Unlocking the passenger door for Jo, Tess held it open for her, as one would do for a date. Stopping Jo before she got in, Tess planted a wet, mouth-gnawing kiss to her sib, even more so looking more like lovers than sisters.
"So, baby-sister, are there any lesbian clubs or bars in this town where a returning soldier might sow her oats?" Jo asked as Tess casually drove them home, taking a scenic route through campus.
"S'matter? I'm not fucking good enough for you?" Tess observed/asked, truly feeling a 'little' hurt by Jo's question.
"You know you're the best for me, baby, you fucking know that!" Jo replied, sensing Tess' hurt, "It's more that I've not been in the 'scene' for well over a year, and I'm feeling a desire to get out into a wading pool of pussy for stress relief and just plain NSA fucking, okay?" Jo explained further, "has nothing to do with us, with our feelings for each other."
"And, besides, I wasn't planning on leaving you out, cunt-face," Jo said further, "my thought is that you and I could go trolling, snag some snatch and let them experience the dynamic-duo, okay?", the explanation taking the sting out of Tess' hurt feelings.
"We do know how to show a gal a good time, don't we?" Tess said with a chuckle at the truth of her statement.
"Oh, yeah baby-sis, no question about that," Jo agreed.
Once more, they showered together, touching each other lovingly, touching each other with the love they possessed for each other, draining the hot-water tank as they lingered in the soothing shower with each other. Drying each other off, they shared some wine, both staying naked, downstairs, the soft sounds of Ms. Ella and the Duke providing the background soundtrack to their evening. Finishing the bottle, Jo took Tess into her arms, there, on the couch, kissing Tess sweetly, the urgency gone for them both, now, but the need ever present.
Laying Tess' head onto the couch-arm, Jo explored Tess' familiar body with her hands and mouth, her tongue and fingers finding delight in doing so as she always had. Peeling Tess' soft lips back with her fingers, Jo gazed at her sister's tasty woman-hood, her mind remembering the first time she had done so when they were teenagers living in their parents' home, when Tess was but a budding fourteen-year old. Lowering her mouth to Tess' pussy, Jo's mind time-traveled, this time being like the first time for her, again........
By Tuesday, the sibs were ready to share themselves with another, ready to 'snag some snatch' as Jo had put it that first night of being home.
"What'cha gonna' wear?" Jo asked Tess as they got ready for their night out at the club Tess was taking them to.
"I'm thinking blouse, skirt, showing off the 'girls' and the legs," Tess answered as she tried various blouse/skirt combinations in front of her full-length mirror by holding them in front of her while still on their hangers.
"Oooh, that, that looks good in the mirror, put that on," Jo advised, standing in just her panties, braless, watching as Tess did as asked.
"Yep. I think you're right," Tess agreed, admiring the 'look', the skirt/blouse combo providing an ample showcase for Tess' boobs in a push-up bra and her long, toned legs.
"Good, think I'll go like this..." Jo teased, still in panties and no bra, "thinking it might encourage attention."
"Ya' think?" Tess teased back, her insides fluttering a bit of the sight of Jo's body as it usually did.
With Tess' help, Jo finally chose an outfit that showcased her own 'girls' and her muscular ass-cheeks, the pants appearing to have been poured onto her body and the blouse showing off her D-cups, unbuttoned about a quarter of the way down.
Tess' University had a rep as a Liberal school, accepting the diversity of its' students and faculty. One must still exercise good judgement, of course, but the city embraced the school's rep and diversity as well, gay-bashing not really being an issue at the school or in the city.
The Loft was a perfect reflection of the community's attitude, a gathering spot for the Gay/Lesbian populace where one could, if so inclined, have fun with like-minded patrons without fear of prejudicial behavior or harrassment. Large dance floors (2 of 'em), three service-bars and a small snack-kitchen, took up two stories of the three storied, former small manufacturing plant. Live music on one floor, a rocking DJ on the other.
Mostly, The Loft catered to the college crowd, students and teachers alike, with a sprinkling of non-college locals as well, both singles and marrieds, the latter usually being closeted women but closeted men not uncommon, either.
It was Tuesday evening, normally a slow night for the club. But, this being the week before the Christmas break and with classes mostly not going on as students/teachers hurried to get to the Holiday, this Tuesday was much busier than usual.
Walking from the service bar, the sibs stirred their drinks as they scouted the first floor of the club for a table at which to 'set up' camp, so to speak. Of course Tess was drinking illegally, her twenty-first birthday still being a few weeks away, in January, but, as has been mentioned before, it was a Liberal community, less concerned with a nineteen or twenty-year old having a drink than it was with the occasional Meth lab bust.
"Live music is just on the weekends on this floor, so they pipe in the DJ sounds from the floor above us," Tess said in explanation for Jo as they grabbed a booth against the back wall of the floor, two rows of tables from the dance floor.
"Actually, a pretty nice lay-out," Jo commented appreciatively as she looked over the place from their booth's vantage point.
"Get you gals anything to drink?" the waitress asked as she walked along the booths' row, taking orders.
"Anything you'd recommend?" Jo asked, flirtingly, her eyeing of the attractive waitress not so subtle as she did so.
"I'd recommend you returning on any Thursday night when I'm off and free to socialize," the waitress flirted back with Jo, the waitress appreciating Jo's obvious come-on, "But, as for drinks? We make a dynamite Margarita, several flavors, of course."
"You pick something for us, sweetie," Jo flirted further, "something you think might tickle our taste buds," Jo's finger sliding seductively across the top of the waitress' hand on the table.
"Like I said, come back on Thursday night," the waitress replied suggestively, accepting Jo's finger-trace for the flirtation that it was, "Two Mango Margaritas coming up," winking at Jo as she walked away.
"I think she likes you," Tess remarked to her step-sib, her own eyes on the waitress' shapely ass in her butt-hugging pants as she walked from their table.
"I think you're right," Jo answered, and we all know where Jo's eyes were fixed, don't we?
"When are we leaving for the drive home?" Jo asked, her eyes still following the waitress.
"Friday," Tess replied, her own eyes now scanning the slowly increasing crowd of friendlies that were finding their own places to 'camp'.
"Hmm." Jo replied, her mind conjurring up a return to The Loft on Thursday night, wondering how long it'd take her to get into the waitress' pants if the girl was serious and not just teasing as tip-bait.
Not long at all was Jo's feeling on the matter.
The sibs pronounced their first sips of the Margaritas chosen for them by their waitress as absolutely being the right choice.
"Glad you like," Gloria (the waitress) responded to the sibs' glowing praises of the drinks, "have fun, you two, I'll keep checking in on you, don't worry," winking at them both as she turned to check with her other tables.
"You're going to try to fuck her Thursday night, aren't you?" Tess asked with a smile.
"Nope. I AM going to fuck her Thursday night," Jo replied, sucking a piece of pineapple from the 'fruit stick' in the drink, "Wanna' bet me?" turning to Tess with her eyebrows arched in question.
"Nope. Sucker bet," Tess correctly surmised.
The music started, upbeat, uptempo, rhythms designed to get your ass moving in your seat type of rhythms, drawing mostly same-sex couples onto the floor. For the next couple of hours, Jo and Tess danced with each other, danced with others that asked them to, danced with others that they asked to dance with them, having a blast. They flirted with their dance partners or other dancers shaking their shit near them on the floor. They flirted with each other as well, touching and rubbing on each other intimately, more for show to get others watching and wondering.
"Need a breather," Tess said as they left the floor to return to their booth, fresh drinks having been laid there by their server, Gloria.
"Certainly keeps the liquor flowing, doesn't she?" Jo remarked as she sucked a mouthful of the Kiwi? Margarita, liking the flavor of this one, as well.
"She likes us, well, you really," Tess replied.
"Works for me," Jo answered with a smile, her eyes staying focused towards the long bar near the front of the floor.
"See that chick sitting near the end of the bar, in the corner?" Jo asked Tess, her head nodding in the direction to look.
"Yeah? What about her?"
"She's been there 'bout an hour, checking her watch about every three minutes or so; I'm betting that her date is a no-show," Jo opined.
"Not bad looking," Tess commented in reply, "Older, I'm guessing mid to late thirties, proably married, I'm guessing," she commented further.
A slow song started almost immediately following the reggae hip-hop that had been playing, some couples staying to dance, some new couples joining the mix on the floor.
"I'll be back...." Jo said, leaving their booth and walking towards the woman at the bar.
"I'm betting your date is a no-show," Jo said to the woman as she neared her at the end of the bar, "And he or she should have their head examined for doing so; Hi, I'm Jo and I would love it if you'd dance with me," holding her hand to the woman in invitation.
Snapped out of whatever reverie she had been in, the woman faced Jo upon hearing her speak, stared for a second, first at Jo, then at her hand. Standing, the woman silently took Jo's offered hand and let herself be led onto the floor by Jo. Taking the woman into her arms, Jo gently pulled her into a dance step, their bodies close, but not too much so, the woman's head next to Jo's, the woman's chin resting on Jo's shoulder as she was led,expertly, around the other couples with Jo leading.
"She...."
"I'm sorry?" Jo asked her partner, not sure at what she thought she heard in her ear.
"She....she stood me up," the woman said, pulling her head so that she could look to Jo's face as she spoke, "Not the first time, but, definitely the last, for me." returning her head to rest next to Jo's, again.
Pulling back again, she looked at Jo, "Thank you for your gracious rescue of me from my spot of shame, there, at the bar.....I'm Stef, Jo," returning her head once again to Jo's shoulder.
"Good looking women should not be left at the bar when there's good music to dance to is my thinking," Jo said to Stef, pulling Stef slightly closer to her body, Stef not backing away.
The song ended and Jo walked Stef back to her seat at the bar, saying to her, once there, "Why don't you join my friend and I, in our booth? No sense in staying here by yourself."
Looking towards the booth that Jo had indicated with a head-nod, Stef asked for her small clutch bag that the bartender had safely stowed behind the bar, paid her tab and turning to Jo, said, "Lead the way, Ms. Jo," smiling when saying it.
Ok, a small rewind here.
Jo referred to Tess as her 'friend' purposefully. The sibs had decided years ago to be 'friends' to chicks they were hitting on as a duo rather than the step-sibs that they were. Their reasoning was that some might be put off a bit at the 'almost' incestuous relationship of Tess & Jo. Rightly or wrongly, that's what they did....
"Tess, Stef's going to join us, okay?" Jo said when she and Stef reached their booth.
"Great! I'm tired of dancing with you anyway," Tess laughingly said as she took Stef's offered hand in greeting but giving Stef a quick buss on the cheek as she slid to make room for the three of them now.
Stef and Jo both laughed at her remark, the 'schtick' making Stef feel comfortable immediately with these two good-looking young women. The other thing Stef registered as she settled into her place in the booth was that both of these gals were slightly top-heavy for their build and Stef liked that, she being a worshipper of all that is breast related.
Catching Gloria's eye, Jo signaled to place an order, Gloria nodding to Jo as she finished taking the order at a booth a few spaces down.
"Three Margaritas?" Gloria asked, placing a napkin in front of Stef.
"I don't know....does a Margarita mix well with wine?" Stef asked, seriously not knowing.
"These will, Stef, they're some of the best I've ever had," Jo commented with a smile and a wink to Gloria, which, of course, was returned.
"Well, then, I'll have a Margarita," Stef said to Gloria, a smile on her lips as well. As Gloria walked away, Jo 'thought' she detected a bit more ass-strut in Gloria's step, almost as if it were for Jo's eyes alone.
Oh yeah, I will nail her this Thursday, Jo thought at the moment.
Another slow song started, more slow ones than fast as it got later in the evenings and Tess, taking Stef's hand in hers, gently pulled Stef from their booth, leading them to the dance floor.
They meshed their bodies beautifully, Stef anxious to feel Tess' boobs against her own as she had Jo's earlier while dancing. Tess, like Jo, was an excellent dancer, easily moving them slowly around the floor, both arms around each other as they did so.
Pulling her head from the side of Stef's, Tess leaned her brow against Stef's, her fingers tracing slow circles on Stef's back, both of them eye-fucking the other. Moving slowly, not breaking eye contact, Tess moved her lips towards Stef's, the feel of Stef's warm breath to her lips turning her on.
Tess kissed Stef, softly, lips moving over lips in small nibbles. Stef kissed back, opening her mouth to accept Tess' tongue, a welcomed and familiar warmth growing between her legs, making Stef sure that she would probably not strike out tonight.
The song ended and still holding hands, they made their way back to their booth, Stef sliding in first which put her between Jo and Tess. Their drinks were waiting and clinking glasses together, the ladies air-toasted each other, each sipping afterwards.
Stef couldn't help but notice that both Tess and Jo were sitting close, their legs brushing against hers, the heat feeling simply wonderful to Stef.
Jo turned Stef's face towards hers, kissing her with lust but not with roughness. When that kiss ended, Stef felt a finger on her chin turning her head towards Tess' waiting lips, Jo's hand rubbing softly up and down Stef's bare arm as she kissed Tess.
"Wow," Stef said when Tess broke off their kiss, "how in the world am I expected to pick between you two lovely girls?"
"Who says you have to?" Jo replied, her hand now stroking Stef's thigh through her dress.
"We know how to play nice," Tess contributed to the discussion, her lips placing small kisses to the side of Stef's neck afterwards, her lips nibbling at Stef's ear.
"That surely would take the pressure off of having to choose, wouldn't it?" Stef said, her breathing becoming labored as she moved her head around, stretching her neck up and down to accomodate both girls now, both nibbling around her neck and cheeks. Raising her hands to cup each girls' head, Stef's breathing became even more labored, her level of excitement rising.
"I have a room.....shame to let it go to waste," Stef said, kissing Jo lustfully immediately afterwards, liking that Tess was now fondling her breasts through her blouse, Stef not caring who the fuck might have been watching the mini-porn show that their booth had now become.
The three women left the booth after Jo paid their tab to Gloria and, of course, she left a large tip for her soon-to-be fuck buddy.
"Thanks sweetie," Gloria said when she saw how much of a tip she was getting, leaning in and whispering into Jo's ear, "Maybe, see you Thursday night?"
Leaning into Gloria's ear, Jo replied in a whisper, "No maybe about it, you will definitely see me Thursday night," planting a soft kiss to Gloria's ear afterwards.
"Looking forward to it," Gloria said as Jo left to catch up with Stef and Tess who were almost at the front door, holding hands as they walked out.
"One car or two?" Stef asked the girls.
"One. Ours. We'll bring you back to yours," Jo said.
"But, not 'til in the morning, right?" Stef questioned.
The sibs glanced at each other in that moment, Jo answering as she opened the back door of Tess' Beemer, "Right, not 'til in the morning," holding the door opened for Stef to slide into the back seat, followed by Jo.
"I'm at the downtown Hyatt, the executive tower," Stef said to Tess who was now behind the wheel, buckling up, "it has it's own parking garage and private elevator," Stef said further to Tess as Jo placed an arm around Stef, pulling Stef towards her lips.
"I know where it is; enjoy the ride, ladies," Tess replied, adjusting her rear-view mirror just in time to catch the sight of Jo laying a lip-lock on Stef, Jo's hand sliding under Stef's blouse, Stef's hand sliding into the vee of Jo's paritally opened blouse at the same time.
"Oooh, mmmmmmm," came the moans and groans from the backseat of her car as Tess drove the trio towards their play-pen for the night.
Stef's mouth sucked noisily on Jo's tongue as the two women fondled each other feverishly, Stef's hand squeezing Jo's larger breasts with lust and passion, loving the feel of Jo's firm D-cups to her small hand and fingers. Pulling her mouth from Jo's, Stef peeled Jo's shirt to the side, exposing her quest, dropping her mouth to nosily suck on Jo's tits, animal sounds escaping her lips as she sucked with ferocity on Jo.
Arriving at the parking structure about ten minutes later, the trio made their way to the elevator that required a key-card to access the upper levels of the upscale Hotel. As the elevator made its way, slowly, to the top floor, Jo and Tess sandwiched Stef between them, both kissing on her, feeling her up, Tess knowing that their play would be giving someone a hard-on when it was viewed by security at some point.
Finally reaching Stef's floor, our trio made the short walk to Stef's suite, the sibs following behind Stef who almost speed-walked to her suite's door, slipping her card into the slot, opening her room to her visitors.
Stef's 'room' was actually a large suite of three rooms, nicely appointed, of course, a bottle of Champagne sitting in an ice-bucket, nicely chilled as Stef had asked the 'butler' of the floor to do.
"Would you like some Champagne?" Stef offered to her two playmates, hoping their answer would be no, that their answer would be that they wanted to get naked and jump into the bed with Stef for Stef was sooooo ready to get naked and to get fucked by these two twenty-somethings.
Their answer was exactly what Stef had hoped it would be, Jo leading the way to Stef's large bedroom, the King-sized bed already turned down by housekeeping and Jo leaving a trail of clothes behind her.
Tess moved behind Stef, her hands undoing Stef's blouse with nimble fingers from behind as Tess kissed and nibbled on the older woman's neck and shoulders. Jo knelt before Stef as her sib was pulling off Stef's blouse, dropping it to the floor, Jo's hands undoing the snap of Stef's skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall around the ankles of Stef for her to step out of.
Burying her mouth against Stef's silk briefs, Jo slowly gnawed at Stef's damp panties, her mouth surrounding the dampness of Stef's mons through the thin fabric, her mouth 'chewing' slowly, sending bolts of fire to Stef's quaking stomach.
Stef was an inch or two shorter than the sibs, her body slenderish, her B-cup breasts firm and sprinkled with freckles across her skin. Tess was kissing Stef, her tongue exploring the woman's mouth, Stef's head thrown back and sorta' resting against Tess' shoulder and turned towards Tess, her mouth moving as she sucked on the tongue that was in her mouth. Slipping her fingers in Stef's panties, Jo pulled them down and off of Stef, the woman now naked, Jo's mouth returning to the wet, trimmed pubes of Stef's pussy to lick and taste.
"Ohhh, that feels soooo goood," Stef cooed at her playmates, their hands all over her as they became naked as well, neither giving Stef time to even catch her breath from their fondling of her body, her breathing coming in short, rapid gasps and driven by her excitement of the moment.
Led onto the bed by the sibs, Stef was laid onto her back in the middle of the large bed, the sibs on either side of her, Stef's arms around them both, her eyes wide with excitement at their firm, young breasts, their nipples hard and begging to be sucked, Stef thought to herself.
The foreplay was not hurried but it was intense, their hands and lips and tongues all over each other, wet sounds of arousal from all of them as they played. Pulling Tess so that she could suck on those beautiful tits, Stef closed her eyes as her mouth tried, in vain, to suck all of Tess' tit into her mouth, her tongue licking and flicking across the younger woman's nipples in a feeding frenzy it almost seemed.
As Stef sucked, fondled and played with Tess' breasts, Jo was now between Stef's legs, her tongue flicking, playfully, across Stef's large clit, her mouth sucking it as if it were a baby-cock, producing lustful moans of enjoyment from the honey-blonde-headed woman. Holding Jo's head with a firm hand to her pussy, Stef slowly humped against Jo's mouth, while Tess straddled Stef's body between her legs, lowering her boobs for Stef to suck and play with again, Tess now feeling arousal and desire rising from deep inside as Stef did so.
Humping faster and faster against Jo's expert cunnilingus, Stef pulled Tess to move up, to straddle her head between the younger woman's legs and knees, her hands gripping Tess' ass tightly as she pulled that young pussy to her mouth.
"Uuuummmmmmmmmmm, oh damn, oh God...." the words from Stef, as she munched on Tess' pussy, muffled by that same pussy on her mouth, Tess' snatch now moving rapidly up and down across Stef's lips and tongue, Tess feeling the orgasm rising quickly.
"Aaaaah, oh damnnnnnn....." Stef cried aloud when Jo's cunnlinigus drew forth the orgasm that Stef so needed to feel that night, her noise of climax mixing with Tess' now, Tess gripping her hands tightly on the headboard of the hotel bed as her hips rocked back and forth against Stef's rapidly chewing lips and mouth.
Barely having time to catch her breath from her world-class climax, Stef felt Tess' pussy lifting from her mouth, it now red and wet with pussy juices, felt Jo moving to take Tess' place so that Stef could now eat Jo's very wet, very needful of climax pussy which Stef eagerly and happily did. Exchanging places, Jo now rode Stef's mouth as Tess' own mouth was now expertly bringing orgasmic bliss to visit Stef once more.
Eventually, the three women were sated of their animal urges and needs, Stef's bed now looking as if a fight had taken place in it. Stef couldn't seem to get enough of her two playmates' titties, feeling them, sucking them, their young firmness providing grist for Stef's mill of lust. With a last long and loud sucking of both girls' titties, Stef finally slipped her mouth from a tit, her head dropping like a stone to the large, oversized pillows of the large, oversized bed. Pulling both girls to lay against her, Stef was quickly asleep, the girls joining her in that, the three exhausted from the sex-play and orgasms....
"Call me? Either of you, both of you, I don't care, anytime, okay?" Stef said as she prepared to get out of Tess' car which had brought the trio back to the parking lot of The Loft in the morning, Stef's Benz sitting out in the middle of the lot, lonely in its spot, surrounded by the empty slots around it.
Stef had given both girls her private number, and exchanging a good-bye kiss with them both, Stef got into her car, waving, then driving off to wherever.
"Woman sure likes sucking titties, doesn't she?" Jo remarked to her sis as they watched Stef drive away. Pulling her blouse opened to show the bite marks that Stef had left on her boobs to Tess, Tess laughed and did the same for Jo, both sibs having hickies on their tits from Stef's mouth.
"Good pussy, though," Tess said to her sis as she left the parking lot of the club, turning to find them a place to have a much needed bite of breakfast.
"Roger that," Jo agreed, the sibs exchanging a fist bump of agreement at Tess' statement....
Jo was in the shower of the larger bathroom of Tess' house, singing away, the sound of the shower, thankfully, drowning her poor attempt to do so. Jo could eat pussy like a champ but couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.
Didn't stop her from singing in the shower, though.
She didn't hear the bathroom door open because of her bad singing and the noise of the shower, didn't register the fact that Jean had come into the bathroom and was standing there, gazing lustfully at Jo's body. No, the first clue that Jo had that she had company was when the shower stall's door opened and she felt a hand reach around her back to cup her breast.
"Oh fuck, Jean, you scared the shit out of me," Jo said, her heart beating like crazy from the shock/surprise when she turned around quickly at the touch of Jean's hand to her boob.
"My bad," Jean said as she moved against Jo, forcing Jo against the shower wall, her hand quickly between Jo's legs, stroking Jo's cunt, "here, let me make it up to you," Jean dropping to her knees while saying it.
With the water beating down upon her, Jean put her mouth to Jo's pussy and gave her a real welcome-home-soldier reception, cheerfully, at that. They quickly finished with that, drying off just as quickly as they could and pulling Jo by her hand, Jean threw her on the bed and once again, buried her face between Jo's firm, toned legs, giving Jo some wonderful orgasms in the process.
Pulling her face from between Jo's legs, Jean climbed onto the bed and then onto Jo's face, looking down as her pussy soon covered the smiling Jo's face. Jean rode Jo's mouth as if she were riding a bucking bronco, screaming loudly as Jo brought her to several delicious climaxes in a row, Jean's screams of pleasure carrying throughout the house.
Downstairs, Tess continued watching the movie on the TV, smiling when Jean's cries of release reached her ears.....
*(continued in Chapter 16)* | literotica |
Title: Journey to the West: Rescue by ozknine
Tags: Australia, Desert, Mouse, Transformation, Wolf, outback, rescue
**Chapter Four:**
The outback sun beat down on Mike's back. It had been a week since his encounter with Saxon. Knowing what sort of animals came out at night, Mike didn't relish the thought of being bitten by a snake in the dead of the night. He ultimately decided on travelling through the bush by day, yet staying close enough to the road that he was able to navigate safely. Taking opportunities at roadhouses to hitch a ride on trucks heading in the same direction, Mike took cover in their trailers.
Now, however, he was in the desert with no ride. A gust of wind caused Mike to press his ears flat against his head. Desert sand was getting caught in his fur. Lack of water parched his throat and made him wish he'd been able to buy something at the last roadhouse. That was four nights ago. *This is funny.* Mike thought. *I've always thought that it'd be great to walk around Australia. Now I can't stand the desert*. Laughing inwardly at his stupidity to cross the desert, Mike pressed on.
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As the sun sank lower in the Western Sky, Mike sighed. He'd heard stories about the desert. During the day it was hotter than Hell itself. His friends had told him. But during the night, it is absolutely freezing. Still recovering from the heat, Mike sat on the side of the road behind some bushes; savouring this brief respite between both extremes. His ears perked up, listening for distant sounds of traffic heading towards him. Only the sound of insects and other creatures were audible to him. Mike settled in for the night and reflected on his ordeal so far.
The lightning had changed him incredibly. His hearing had improved ten-fold. And his body was slightly more toned than what it once was. Mike was never fat, nor was he ever skinny. He was what he liked to call, wiry. But he did lack muscle definition. Now, he could feel the change in his muscles himself. He actually liked being a wolf; but in his mind, Mike knew that the world was not ready for his new form. He wanted his family and friends to remember him as he was. Mike's thoughts turned to his family. He wondered how they were faring. He knew that they must be heartbroken and hoped that his note would reassure them enough. His last thoughts before he went to sleep were of his dojo, and the girl he liked. The dojo was fine; but Tennille. He had hoped to ask her out, and had planned to do it for so long. Cursing himself for being so cowardly when it came to asking a girl out, Mike turned over and tried to get to sleep.
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**BANG!** The sound jolted Mike awake. It was still dark and Mike was unsure of how long he'd been asleep. Mike heard the sound again. It echoed from behind some sand dunes close by. Mike knew the sound. His dad had loved going to the rifle range with him. Mike pressed himself into the sand and listened again. A few more shots echoed behind some nearby dunes. Puzzled as to what there was to hunt out in the desert, Mike made his way slowly towards the sound of the gunshots; moving stealthily between what little cover there was to have. Reaching the dunes, Mike crested the top. As he did, his jaw dropped at the sight before him.
Three off-road vehicles were parked in a line, headlights blazing. Standing around the cars were about six hunters, each one armed with all the tools of the trade. They stood facing something and Mike strained his eyes to see what they were looking at. He received his second shot that night. What appeared to be a young mouse stood quivering with scraps of rope littered around his feet. "Please!" the young mouse cried. "Why are you doing this?"
"Mice are pests little guy." Was the reply from what seemed to be the leader of the group. "You just happen to be one." He said with a sneer.
"You're my brother! Please, just let me go and you'll never see me again!" the mouse pleaded with the leader.
"My brother died a week ago in a freak storm!" The leader was now Yelling. "You're nothing to me! You've got ten seconds to get out of my sight. And then the hunt begins." The leader took aim and fired his rifle at the feet of the young mouse; who was jolted into action and took off into the darkness.
It was at that moment that Mike decided that the mouse needed a saviour. As the group was watching the exchange between the two, Mike had silently made his way down to the cars. Swiftly, He came up behind one of the men at the edge of the group. Placing a paw over his mouth, Mike then put his khukuri across the man's throat and dragged him into the darkness. Away from the rest of the group, Mike withdrew the blade and hit the man with the butt of the knife, knocking him out. Placing him silently on the ground, Mike returned and went for another member of the party.
As he made his way back to the site, Mike heard shouting start to get further away. *Hmmm.* Mike thought. *This will make things a bit tricky. Alright boys, let's play.* Mike smiled inwardly and set off after them. Taking them out one by one, Mike left each person under a shrub. Keeping his ears perked up, Mike listened out for the leader.
There he was. Mike managed to locate him about fifty meters from where he was standing. Pretty sure that the leader was the last man standing, Mike hugged the ground as he planned his next move. He heard the leader call out.
"C'mon man, where are you little guy?" He shouted. All of a sudden, the leader stumbled. "Ah! What the hell?" he exclaimed. "Stevo? Mate wake up!" The leader had come across the unconscious form of one of his comrades. "Who's there?" he called. "I'm not bloody joking mate! You'd better come out and show yourself now!" Mike decided that it was now time to reveal himself.
"I thought big brothers were supposed to look out for their little bro's. Looks like you, my friend, are doing a cracker of a job." Mike stated sarcastically as he suddenly appeared from the shadows. The leader raised his gun with a look on his face that suggested he'd seen a ghost.
"I don't know what you are!" he exclaimed. His voice was full of fear; betraying the front of so called courage he was putting up. "You stay the hell away from me. Or I swear, I'll-"
"You'll what?" Mike replied. "I've taken care of the rest of your mates. Oh don't worry, they're only unconscious. They'll wake up sooner or later." Mike reassured. "But you. Trying to kill your own kin? That is hard to decide." Mike said in a low voice. As he was talking, he pulled out his khukuri and toyed with the blade. "Now mate, you'd better lower that toy that easily show's you're compensating for something." Mike growled threateningly.
"Look, What do you want from me buddy?" The leader sounded just as scared as his little brother was. "You want money? Take it!" he exclaimed and threw his wallet at Mike's feet.
"I appreciate your offer. But what I want is you to walk away. Remember your brother for who he was. Not as he appears now." Mike started to fade into the shadows and kept talking. "You will go back to wherever it is you're from. And you will not speak of this. If anyone asks what happened, say that your brother was taken by some wild animals. But do NOT come actively hunting for us or I will kill you. You got that?" Mike threatened with a tone in his voice that showed the conversation was over. The leader stood dumbfounded with his gun at his side and nodded slowly. "Good. I'm glad we had this talk." Mike stated and turned to walk off.
"Wait! Without me, who'll look after him?" The leader asked.
"Never mind about that. When I find him, I'll take care of him."
"You promise?" Asked the leader. His voice quavered.
"I don't know why you've had the sudden change of heart and I'm not interested in waterworks. Now get your mates, and get back home." Mike said and with that, vanished into the darkness once more.
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The young mouse stood hiding behind one of the dunes. He hadn't gone far from the campsite when he started to hear a drop in the number of voices searching for him. Events of the past few days were racing through his young mind. He didn't understand why his brother had tried to kill him. He had strained his ears to hear the new voice that had come up. Was this man going to hurt him? The mouse didn't know. All he knew at this moment footsteps were approaching. Crouching down, he quivered with fear and awaited his fate for what seemed like an eternity.
The footsteps halted, and the mouse heard a sniffing sound. Then they started again. Each time, they came closer. From his feeble cover, the mouse saw a pair of booted feet appear. They stopped and turned towards him.
"It's all good li'l dude. Your brother isn't going to hurt you no more."
The mouse raised his head. Straining his eyes to see against the blackness, the mouse let out a squeak of fright when the face of a wolf became clear.
"Heh. Guess you feel like staying out here on your own." The wolf had said. "The name's Mike by the way. If you want, I've got a bit of food that you can chow down on." He offered. He had a kindness in his voice. The mouse, once over his initial fright, ventured forward. The wolf wasn't so bad. He actually looked Kind of cool.
Mike put out his hand and helped the young mouse to his feet. "Alright then." He said with enthusiasm. "Let's get back over to my little campground and we'll get some food into you. You're looking a little thin. Have you eaten much?" He enquired.
"No." The mouse replied. "My brother kept me locked up for a few days and then all of a sudden I woke up in the back of a car and was tied up." The mouse started crying again as the two began walking back to Mike's camp.
"Huh. Some sort of brother." Mike replied. "Don't worry li'l dude. I'll keep you company if you want."
"Please, don't leave me out here!" Came the pleading reply. "You're the only other one I know who is like this. And by the way, my name is Kane."
"Alright then Kane, it's good to meet you." Mike replied. "Well, you and I are in the same boat. I don't know how many others are out there. But it's a relief to see that I wasn't the only one" he continued.
The two reached Mikes campsite without any interruptions. "Well, here it is. Just a ditch in the dirt with my backpack for a pillow." Mike sighed. Throwing his last packet of chips to Kane, Mike settled down ready to sleep.
"Hey Mike?" Kane queried.
"Hmm?" came the groggy reply.
"Why did you leave your family?" Kane asked.
"Because," Mike replied, "if I hadn't, I would never have been able to save you li'l dude. Get some rest now mate. We've got to make the next town by tomorrow evening."
"Why? What's the rush?"
"Because if we don't, we won't be eating or drinking anything for a while." Mike grunted. Throwing his backpack over to Kane, Mike turned on his side. "There you go mate, use that as a pillow for the night."
"But, what will you use?"
"Don't worry, I've got my coat."
"Thank you" Kane said in a small whisper beside him.
"Don't mention it." Was Mike's final reply.
Together, the wolf and the young mouse waited for the first sign of the new day. Who knew what lay ahead of them. All Mike knew was that they had to get supplies as soon as they could. And possibly, some answers as to how he became a furry. | FSE |
Not once did she consider the possibility that maybe they were just waiting for Shrapnel to be ready, seeing as it was time for the two of them to actually do something together; in fact, the wolf had completely slipped from her mind, so busy was she basking in the glory of her own magnificence: in between her tits still bloating and her udders slowly taking over the immense depression in the ground dug out exclusively for them, how could she think about Shrapnel, and his overstuffed quad-nuts, his plump and inviting sheath, a cock so large that it routinely wrapped her body around itself before turning her into a living condom, the sheer quantities of spunk produced by that gorgeous man, easily enough to drown her several times over… how could she think of this, and not want it, not desire it?
How could she think of any of this and not immediately demand that she be allowed to see her beloved, that he be brought to her, that she might thoroughly enjoy his company, both wholesomely and not at all? She couldn’t, was the whole point, and the villagers knew this; while it pained them to play tricks with their fertility goddess, the rites were clear when they called for a certain amount of denial, serving to spike their libido up to just a high enough point that she would lose any and all means of self-control, being then reduced to a creature of pure instinct. Only then would the serval’s fate be fully realized, transforming her into the broodmother of legend, all for the low-low cost of simply not doing anything when the giantess-to-be screamed at them to bring her the canine being prepared elsewhere in the village.
It still took plenty of willpower not to break, especially since imagination ran wild and everyone present knew full well what was going to happen once the two lovers were allowed to be together again; drool ran freely as the many villagers ran the various possible scenarios through their heads, firmly convinced that regardless of what took place, it would be so earth-shattering and powerful that the very village itself would be reduced to nothing, that they might live on their newest gods forever and ever more. Such were the legends, and with the serval and wolf there, surely they had to be true… but there was only one way to know.
It took a significant amount of effort to bring Shrapnel over, as while both him and Elizabeth were both equally immobilized, the cat could at least be contained by sheer virtue of having her milky run-off be channelled away towards the crop fields, since those wouldn’t be needed soon enough; for the canid, however, it was far more a question of resisting the allure of his very body, of turning a blind eye to the sight, smell and sound of a breeding deity whose package had, by that point, become something too much for anyone to truly ignore: four nuts, each the size of a two-story house, a sheat big enough that it could probably fit a long-haul truck in there and have enough room to spare, and a cock of such size that it could crush that truck and a few more of similar dimensions.
Gallons upon gallons of pre, dozens of them in fact, being output at every single second, a prelude to the proper release which was sure to come, and topping all of it, an insensate Shrapnel, who could no longer think properly and had to resort to mindlessly shouting Elizabeth’s name in the hopes that someone, anyone would understand him and bring the two of them close enough for nature to take its course. It would’ve been difficult to move this beast of a breeder at the best of times, making it borderline nightmarish when the people involved had to constantly rotate and take breaks just to stop themselves from falling prey to the musk, the textures, the knowledge that all they had to do was grab onto that cock to experience bliss everlasting.
A few had already fallen, lacking the presence of mind to keep their hands to themselves until the moment they no longer needed to, and those were… not there. Their bodies might be, but their minds certainly weren’t, lost and adrift in a sea of endless pleasure from which they’d never return. It was doubtful whether they'd be able to get back onto Shrapnel once the wolf’s lovemaking eventually knocked them off, but ultimately, that wasn’t a concern that anyone really had; if they faltered, if their hands gave up the ghost and they were forced off, that just meant they weren’t worthy of their gods’ blessings, and were thus being punished by having been shown Heaven, only to then have it be denied.
The rest would just have to make up for them, and thus, slowly but surely, they carried Shrapnel across the village to where Elizabeth was waiting for (and demanding) him; there was a brief moment of levity where the locals had to explain to her that they had already brought the wolf over, it being the case that she just couldn’t see him thanks to her tits being in the way. This caused Liz to gag on her words for a couple of seconds as she tried to find some other way to be annoyed at her servants, only to then succumb to the realization that her milktanks had, indeed, become so colossal that she couldn’t see anything in front of her… and, to some degree, to her sides either. It took the crowd bringing the wolf around her immense body for the serval to be able to see what had been done to him, at which point she had to stifle a whole series of moans when the sight of her beloved being as enormous as he was awoke far, far too many things inside of her.
The two had always been big, that much was a given, but they’d been so in a way that made sense to them within the context of their hyper anatomy; their proportions might’ve been exaggerated, but so were those of other hypers around the world, making it normal for the wolf to be able to stretch her out as much as he did, not to mention the ridiculous amount of mass deposited onto her curves as a result of being used as a cum dumpster so often. What they were then, however, after the locals had their way with them, was something that made absolutely no sense to them, even when they took their fortunate genetics into consideration: from the way that Elizabeth’s milky production was so absurdly overclocked that she should’ve died from dehydration minutes ago, to just how much pre was coming out of a cock far too large for Shrapnel to have enough blood to service, their bodies were literally impossible… and yet, there they were.
Maybe the whole thing was an elaborate hallucination, brought about by the soup having mushrooms in it or something similar; it was entirely possible that the two of them had been drugged, and were actually lying naked in a ditch somewhere after being robbed blind. In fact, that alternative felt more likely to Elizabeth than the reality of the situation, as the idea that she could even become that big was far too much for her to accept; Shrapnel, meanwhile, had no real conscious thoughts with which to question his current position, having long-since lost himself to the sensory overload coursing through his mind and body.
Elizabeth might be used to having her body swell to absurd proportions, but he wasn’t, leaving the poor thing at the mercy of a hormone storm that he’d never had the misfortune of experiencing; he could just barely make Liz out, seeing little more than a milky titstack and an ass big enough to maybe take his tip, with most of what remained of his functional brain being entirely focused on breeding her as soon as he could. There was no motivation to it, no reasoning beyond the act itself; much like the locals expected him to, Shrapnel had nothing in his mind but the need to stick his cock somewhere and roll his hips until he came, not for the sake of creating life, not for any true purpose, but merely to do it.
The breeding was an end in and of itself, the act being sacrosanct on its own, and anything else being little more than window dressing around the one truly divine action that could possibly be performed within the confines of that village. And, seeing as he had nothing else in his head, it didn’t take too long before Shrapnel tried to heave himself forward, whimpering and whining at the sudden realization that he’d become too large to move himself, requiring ample help just to angle his shaft properly… help that he had in very large quantities in the form of his crowd of supplicants. It was the final threshold to be crossed before they entered their paradise, before they could give themselves up fully to the “worship”; all the locals had to do was ensure that their breeding god had his rod pointed directly where it needed to be, and as soon as the wolf began to move of his own accord, then they could throw themselves onto him, to enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted.
To his credit, Shrapnel was exceptionally good at picking up on what he was supposed to do, though given how often him and Elizabeth spent hours fucking one another senseless, that much wasn’t altogether surprising; that he could keep himself in one piece for long enough when under the effects of the villagers’ growth substance and collective worship, however, that he managed to hold onto enough of himself that he actually consciously chose to shove himself inside of the serval rather than rely entirely on instinct, was nothing short of miraculous… especially since this tiny little smidgeon of his conscious self was obliterated the moment his tip made first contact, subsumed entirely into the bestial side of Shrapnel, who was let out of its cage the instant it realized no one was guarding it anymore.
It was almost impressive how the wolf managed to completely ignore the fact that he shouldn’t have been capable of moving as quickly as he did, or how he reached the ground in but a second after his cock’s tip reached Elizabeth’s nethers, only to then move forward as if there wasn’t a serval in the way; almost, as it was little more than a repeat of what the two did when no one else was watching back home, merely scaled up and with an audience. An audience that, at that point, had decided that it was time to start climbing, eschewing any semblance of reason or decency as they began the arduous work of finding a spot on Shrapnel or Elizabeth’s body that they could cling onto and hug for the rest of their natural lives, there to feel as their gods rutted for all of eternity… or so they assumed, at least.
Neither the wolf nor serval were in any position to care, being too taken by their own baser desires to even consider the fact that other people existed, let alone whatever they might be doing to them; they had one another, and frankly, that was all that mattered to them, all that could matter when it came down to it. Let the locals indulge in their meaningless rituals and customs, Liz and Shrapnel had more important things to do… like one another. With bodies like theirs, worrying about getting down to business in full view of everyone stopped being a concern, and with bodies like theirs, the ability to think at all was robbed from them the moment the wolf first bottomed out completely. It was only then that the full consequences of having had their forms augmented by the local cuisine became known, and even then not even in a manner that either lover fully understood; they would, in time, but before then they would simply contribute to it, unknowingly triggering a complete and total shift in how Elizabeth functioned.
Under normal circumstances, the serval’s reproductive system was mammalian in nature, in that she’d get her insides painted white and this would lead to what could charitably be described as a “regular” pregnancy, albeit one with a significantly higher number of kits. One would be hard-pressed to try and calculate just how many young she could produce even with her pre-soup body, but given the state of the two lovers, it was likely she’d end up developing a hyper-sized pregnancy on top of every other oversized part of her. Similarly, Shrapnel’s seed would ensure that the feline was nice and stuffed, maximizing the odds of her actually becoming pregnant; the only reason the two of them hadn’t gotten that far yet was a tight control of bodily cycles and the use of some absurdly stretchy and immense condoms on the wolf’s part, neither of which were anywhere near the top of their list of concerns at that time.
Hell, they weren’t even on the list, much less anywhere with any kind of relevancy; just like before, neither Shrapnel nor Liz were thinking of what would happen when they gave into their base desires and actually went the full mile, only that such a thing happened, as the breeding had become the whole goal in and of itself. Thus, the wolf began pounding away, just barely capable of moving himself as he grew larger and more bottom-heavy with every thrust, while Elizabeth had to do her best while bereft of any conscious motor control over herself; balls on top of udders and tits stacked in a way that somehow ended up rolling onto the wolf’s head, milk flying in pressurized streams that stripped paint off walls before outright collapsing them, and enough precum that even the minute, single-digit percentage quantities of it that oozed from Liz’s body were still enough to cause severe flooding.
Thankfully, there was no one left that could be swept away, the locals having all migrated onto either of their two new gods… two new gods who were about to be on the receiving end of a rather interesting surprise, for within the serval’s body the greatest change had been gestating, the greatest alteration to the very way her fertility worked. Neither her nor her lover knew it, but the first “clump” had already formed: it was effectively indistinguishable from the ocean of cum around it, at least at first, but within a few short seconds of its creation, it had solidified into a discernible shape, a three-dimensional section of space within Elizabeth’s bloated womb where Shrapnel’s seed coalesced and hardened into something resembling an oval.
It wouldn’t even take a minute for this “clump” to fully transform into the first of what would be many, many eggs, triggering a series of reactions which led to all the space around it turning into additional hotspots in a self-multiplication process. Of course, the two lovers would remain blissfully unaware of this for quite a while, as Shrapnel’s ministrations ensured that the serval’s belly was so unbelievably stuffed with cum that it could compete with her tits for size in just a handful of thrusts, providing ample amounts of room for the egg cluster to expand in every direction before either of the two really noticed. In fact, by the end, it wouldn’t even be Elizabeth who first realized something was wrong, but her precious little wolf boytoy, whose cock began thrusting into something that was very clearly solid, rather than the bottomless pit filled with spunk that had been the serval’s womb up until then; of course, Shrapnel was too far gone to really think about what that mass might be, figuring it was some part of Liz’s that he had accidentally bumped into, thus prompting him to go harder in an attempt at having her swell even more, that he not have to worry about damaging any part of her with his mindless jackhammering.
As for Elizabeth herself, the eggs’ weight was easily missed amidst the countless gallons of cum that she was having pressure-hosed into her at every waking moment, so much so that her cumgut had split her cleavages in half, forcing half of her tits to either side of her… and, not-so-coincidentally, leading to such an uptick in milk production that all she could think to do was scream for someone to come empty her, lest she explode from the pressure. None would help though; the few who could were themselves too far gone to do anything about it, and even those who yet retained some semblance of their rational selves could no longer fight the inherent problem that was Elizabeth’s growth.
Even if they did want to make their way over to her nipples, which the vast majority simply did not care to do, the fact of the matter was that, in between having to carefully pick and choose when and how to advance, and all of the bloating and filling that went on, the locals had no chance of reaching their destination: either they’d fall off at some point, or the time it took for them to make sure they didn’t would itself ensure that they would have lost more ground than they covered. Poor Liz just didn’t know how big she was, or else she would’ve realized how futile it was to ask for anyone to come milk her; the village having been flattened completely just moments after Shrapnel first entered her, and all it really took was about a minute or two of egg production for the two lovers to have completely obliterated everything in a mile-wide radius: Shrapnel thanks to his nuts and cock growing whenever he so much as thought about using them, to say nothing of when he actually did, and Liz on the receiving end of a body that both swelled itself and was being constantly pumped fuller by a breeding machine of a wolf who cared not for mortal limitations.
Add to that an egg cluster that rapidly began overtaking the rate at which Shrapnel could fill the serval’s womb and it was inevitable that, at some point, even Liz would have to realize that something was definitely off about herself. It wasn’t her udders, filled with enough milky run-off that a single one of their teats quickly approached the size of a whole neighborhood, and it certainly wasn’t her tits, each so vast that downtown areas would need to be careful around them. It was somewhere inside her belly, that immense, titanic gut of hers that managed to outsize the rest of her assets put together and multiplied by themselves, that sun-blocking, everything-concealing, round, distended womb of hers, filled with so much of Shrapnel’s seed that it was frankly unsurprising that her ovaries could be seen bulging out against her skin from underneath… what was surprising was that there were more than two of them, quite a bit more in fact, and a number that only seemed to grow along with the immense number of eggs in the cluster further down inside of that ocean of hyper-fertile cum she was being stuffed with.
Perhaps it was fitting, that her egg factories themselves were being both bloated larger and made more numerous, that they may join in on the fun and help Elizabeth become even more productive; she was certainly not going to complain, even if she was only tangentially aware that something fundamentally strange was happening to her. Trapped on one side by a wall of boob and belly, and on the other by a lover who somehow managed to flatten his front to her back despite the ludicrously immense pillar of cockmeat he was using to knock her up, all Liz could really “see” was darkness on all sides, warm, soft darkness that only grew darker and softer as her body continued to take up increasing amounts of space in the countryside.
By that point, even Shrapnel couldn’t compete anymore, even though his quad-nuts had reached a size so enormous that he could probably flatten most of his hometown just with a single one, not to mention the cock those things were servicing; it was Elizabeth who stole the show. Elizabeth, whose form was such that it could probably be distinguished from the local geography by anyone flying over in low orbit, Elizabeth, who moaned and begged and whined for more every time she felt herself undergoing a growth spurt. Elizabeth, who against all odds, just kept on growing even when it was clear that she should be stopping, that her body just couldn’t take any more… until, of course, it did, because she had ordained it as such.
Elizabeth, who was thoroughly unsatisfied and demanding for more. Elizabeth, who looked back at Shrapnel to command him to breed her harder even as she approached the three-mile mark… on each nipple alone.
And who was he to say no? | yiff-extreme |
Title: School Ground Hunt - 02 by Arthur Griffin
Tags: Bisexual, Knot, Lycanthrope, M/F/F, Mind Control, Pheromones, Threesome, Transformation, Werewolf
School Ground Hunt - 02
Life is challenging for the new thrall. I have shattered her will so I create her a new one. A life time of selfishness overwritten by the need to nurture another. This is difficult, so I start with my own needs first. She grooms my fur in the mornings and shops for groceries. The thrall goes for walks with me and does not speak. The thrall and I pass through the mall and she is not allowed to enter her favorite stores. She whimpers slightly at this but I use my will to discipline her. The thrall must learn to serve without hesitation of complaint. The thrall must learn to find her joy in helping another without expecting anything back in return.
The first week passes and school starts. Her old life cannot be completely eliminated. I will not have authorities looking for a missing girl so I send her to class. With some concentration and focus I see and hear what she does. Tammy is here for business, and her classes are interesting to attend. I learn right beside her. It his how I stay informed.
She tells her parents a little about her new boyfriend but leaves out the damning parts. She studies in the library, makes a couple of shallow acquaintances, and keeps a low profile. She returns to me at night and we ravage each other. She shifts during our mattings and comes at me vigorously. Stress and passion build during the day and are worked away at night. She is becoming stronger. I feed on her lust. It is a powerful, wonderful, thing.
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Three band members practice with their sliding trombones. Seeing a pretty pair they hold their instruments erect, blow, and extend. They know what they want. They know how to show it. The girls giggle, tossing their hair like mating plumage. If the boys find the girls later they might have a chance.
Pretty little girl with large glasses to hide her face. She's ashamed to wear so little, but it is a hot day so she must. She looks at the ground, most of the time, not daring to meet my eyes. Part of me wants to hold her, but not for the same reason as the others. She's fragile, delicate, in need of protection. The other predators look for the weak. She is in danger from them and she is ashamed. I should watch out for her in case the hyenas get too close.
Naive blond girl walks with her parents. Fixing her ponytail causes her to pull back her arms. Perky young breasts push forward in a light blue shirt with white stripes. 'Here they are' she seems to say. 'Look if you dare, my daddy's right here.' A father who cares will tear a man in two for insulting his little girl. Her body sways as she pulls her hair back. Like a serpent doing her dance I cannot help but look. Her father scowls so I walk away.
I know what she needs. I will hunt her later. After a display like that... those perky breasts need to be touched. Her lithe frame needs teeth marks. Her superior stance needs to be broken. Her haughty voice needs to howl.
Angelic Angela always assures abstinence and arrogantly argues against anal assault assuming agony.
But being beautiful by birth brings bad blights brought by bitchy blonds being bimbos.
Crass cantankerous creatures cuddle cash, cry consistently, create clues, carelessly creating calamity.
Dizzily daring dangerous dogs during dumb deals dreaming disastrous drudgery.
Every easy edge flows farther, going hunting is just killing, learning my name over priceless questions.
She likes the way I talk. My cleaver rhymes are musical to her lofty standards. I'll bring bread to this gold digging hunter of the good life. She's only willing to work toward her own comfort. She has never given to another. She thinks only of number one.
Already she thinks of how my strength can please her. My mind can make money for her. My money can comfort her. She wants to chain me with her looks and then her children. Keeping me working until I die at my desk. She collects the life insurance. With the kids old enough to move out of the house she is able to do what she wants. Perhaps some expensive surgery. Perhaps a trip to Paris. Perhaps not.
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Tammy is jealous, she does not want to share. This was expected but it is part of her training. She must share me because I am not hers. I withhold myself from her. I burn as well but I focus my lust on hunting and planning. Tammy cannot focus in class and paws at my door at night. I push her down and burn her selfishness with thoughts of sharing.
"Why can you not share?" I ask as she pouts.
"I don't want another having you! You're mine!" She has stopped swearing but she still does not understand. I shift and she drops to all fours. I mount her body and she whimpers with need, I do not mount her. I lower my muzzle to her ear and whisper.
"I am not yours. This part of our lives is temporary. We need to stop the greed of others, here, together. You must bring her here."
"Master," she whimpers as tears run down her face, "why must we help? Why can't we just be happy on our own?"
"Because the world will not leave us in peace," I tell her with a gentle smile. "Because it is our duty."
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"Oh Brian? He's a sexy wolf!" Tammy tells Angela between fits of giggles. "He knows his way around." It has been months since I spotted her. Tammy has been well trained and the time of her first testing has come.
"Is he old?" Angela asks with a smirk of a house breaker.
"Not really... twenty-three, I think. You should see his abs." Tammy talks on, reeling Angela in. It was her own idea. I do not pretend to understand this type of hunt. Once a male has past the test of one female, then other females will be more willing to try him out. The underhanded backstabbing can be very intense. But there also another type of female tradition where one woman sleeps with a man and then tells her friends all about it. Her friends then take turns trying the stallion out. I do not understand this, but it works.
"You think he'll like me?" Tammy's trap has lured her in. She smiles at her new friend and touches her leg.
"Well, I like you," Tammy draws close to Angela and blows pheromones into the girl's nostrils. Angela does not know why but she is wet. The has never been interested in other girls before but she wants very much to kiss this one. "I think we'll all get along just fine. Can you come at nine?"
'Come or cum?' Angela asks herself, she hopes the answer is both. Tammy bites the inside of her mouth and licks the blood. Drifting forward, she kisses the other girl. Her tongue darts in, placing the blood into Angela's mouth. Both like it and want more, but this is not the time or place for such things.
"The bus stop at nine," Tammy reminds her as the blood is absorbed by her body creating subtle changes within her.
"I-I'll see you there."
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My blood is in Tammy's veins but her own blood is potent as well. When a master puts himself into another it creates a thrall. When a thrall puts her blood into another it creates a link to the master. Angela can think of little else all day. She skips her last class and goes to the store to slut up a bit. She has been told, no make-up, so she takes a shower. She has been told, no hairspray, so he straitens, blow dries, and puts her hair in a ponytail. She has been told, nine o'clock, so she goes to the bathroom and masturbates.
When Angela is ready to go, her roommate asks her if it is a boy or a party. Her reaction tells her it is a boy, so they both giggle. Angela's roommate wishes her luck and a 'see you in the morning.' Angela reaches the bus station at eight and paces for an hour.
When Tammy arrives she is all smiles. The French maid outfit was torn to shreds so she has jean shorts instead. They are cut so short that one can tell her bikini line is shaved. Angela's jean shorts are the type that look as if they have been spray painted on. Both wear tight shirts that do not need to be low cut to show what they have.
They embrace and giggle, like old friends do. Walking north, into the residential area, they chat about outfits, class, teachers, and going green. Tammy is not as shallow as she once was but she is still able to talk like she is. Tammy walks close to her friend and Angela's blood reacts. Her skin begins to flush and her breathing is quickened. They pick up the pace, walking faster and faster until they begin to run as fast as they can. Tammy is my thrall, so she wins the race. The two girls giggle and enter my house. Angela is still panting from the run. The deep breathing draws pheromones that add to the affect of the thrall's blood. Her head begins to swim as Tammy closes and locks the door behind them.
"Wow, what a-" Angela is cut off with a kiss. She does not know why, but she returns it fully and passionately. Dropping their purses into the corner, Tammy presses Angela against the wall. There is some playful kissing, and nipping. My thrall is dominant, and runs her hands up the inexperienced girl's shirt. The naive blond girl gasps breathlessly when her breasts are stroked.
My thrall has been good lately so I give her first honor. Tammy touches her as only another woman can. Pealing their shirts off and rubbing hard nipples together, they tingle and moan. Tongues run together and taste skin. Shorts and panties peel away to reveal shaved lovelies, smooth and sensitive to the touch.
There is soft moaning from the front hall. They feel, explore, and feed their lust with all the curiosity and excitement of a first time. Pressing together brings a new sense of closeness and they reach around from behind. Stroking, grinding, gasping, and whining, they peak in wet convulsive symmetry. When they settle, they look into each other's eyes. They pat the other's hair and kiss lightly as they bask in the afterglow, a growl emanates from the hall.
As master, I can see what my thrall sees, hear what she hears, and feel what she feels. I am in the basement with a smile on my face. My thrall remembers me and draws Angela to her feet. Giggling, the initiated leads the initiate into the basement for the next part of the ritual. Angela is nervous but so swept away by what is happening that she cannot resist. My thrall is firm but gentle with her charge. Into the ritual chamber they run. The heady scent of sex and pheromones makes them both wet and ready once more.
I hide in the shadows. I have already transformed from the intensity of my thrall's orgasm. I am so proud of her, leading this other here, claiming her as her own but willing to share with me. Willing to share us both, the first step to truly caring for another.
Tammy lays the inexperienced girl down in a nest of pillows and begins to kiss and caress her anew. They rub their legs and torsos together. Moans and scent tell my thrall when her new initiate is ready. Baring her claws, she runs them down Angela's back. The girl lets forth a loud confused moan and cums immediately.
'Lucky females,' I think to myself. They cum so much more than I ever will.
Raking down to Angela's butt, the dominant female is on top, she pushes her face between the new girl's legs, small fangs pierce pink flesh drawing rich blood to the surface. She begins to feed. Angela's eyes roll back as she cums again and again. Her mind falls away to the hunger of the thrall. She does not notice the girl is becoming a werewolf, she does not care.
I am so hard that I can barely hold back. I promised Tammy this honor and I will keep my word. I lead by example, showing how caring for another works. She is learning the joy of tending to another's happiness. I will not approach until she calls me.
Tammy turns into a sixty-nine position and then begins to feed again. Angela's will is in the hands of the beast that has her pinned. She licks her master's lower lips. Fur tickles her stomach, as the brunette's wolf features accelerate. There is another orgasm. The tail straitens, the muzzle points to the ceiling, she howls as her love juice jets into the other's mouth. She has completed this part.
She calls to me. On all fours, I approach, salivating as the low rumble of my voice fills the chamber. My erection oozes pre-cum as it bobs gently from my movements. The females smell divine.
Tammy's rump is in the air, her tail is up, displaying her need, but she knows what must come first. I stalk around to her back side, where Angela's mouth hangs open. I lower myself and penetrate that open mouth. She moans in delirious bliss as Tammy stops draining and begins licking. The lupine tongue is long and hot across her neithers. The bliss of two types of pleasure creates one long orgasm that ripples through her for several minutes.
Finally, I grunt in the way Tammy has heard before. She stops her licking so that Angela does not drown. Liquid heat burns from my body and flows down the open throat. There is a little back-up and a white line leaks from the corner of her mouth. I finish and withdraw.
Tammy turns and smiles, 'Better not waste any of that,' she says in the way of our people. Her lupine tongue gets to work, lapping up what has spilled. She licks the girl's mouth both outside and in. The initiate moans and returns the affections of her mentor, licking, kissing, tasting. They are a sweet sight as I watch and wait for my body to regenerate.
Tammy always was a biter. She cannot help but leave teeth marks all over her new student. She wags her tail in excitement as she tastes and touches every part. The naive young blond shrieks and writhes as she is stimulated in ways she never knew could exist. It is time for the next part.
Laying on my back, Tammy lifts her initiate and places her on top of my scepter. I harden quickly like this and she starts rubbing her hips forward and back. I reach up and touch her breasts. It was the one thing I wanted to do when I first saw her and I decide it was worth the wait. They are firm, soft, and on the small side. I get a dirty feeling like molesting a teenager, though I know she is of age. She looks underdeveloped. Only pigtails would make her look younger.
The initiate is not coherent enough to impale herself properly, so the lead thrall helps her along. She licks us both then guides us together. We slide slowly into place. I am so huge in this form that only in her current state can she handle my girth. I am too long, though, and she can only take the top half of my wolfish nature.
Tammy straddles my chest and draws Angela forward. Her body teases mine as her wagging tail fans pheromones into my face. I growl but keep my movements steady so I do not hurt the new girl.
Tammy cuts her breast with a claw and dribbles blood onto her nipple. She brings Angela forward and allows her to feed. Blood, seaman, and cum from both of us are in her. Her own fangs push out and bite the breast that feeds. Tammy growls in excitement and pain. Her initiate is becoming more vigorous. She pulls the girl's head up to hers and stares hard into her face. Blue eyes begin to look green as bits of yellow speckle into site.
Claws scratch her big sister as her bones begin to crack and shift. I feel the shock waves through my erection. The pleasure causes me to spurt a little, heating her insides. She cries out, as her hips widen, allowing more of me in. A second pair of nipples surface and soon a third follows. Her main breasts are growing larger, the others all pulse with blood as they become small handfuls of joy.
A tail sprouts and begins to wag. Moans become whimpers, screams become barks. A muzzle pushes forward and allows her to howl as her womb becomes deep enough for the rest of me. As she slides slowly down, I pull her forward, crushing Tammy between us. I claw my rune into her back, the chant of binding is uttered, blond fur sprouts, muscles bulge, fangs fill her jaws. My knot begins to pulse, filling every inch of space as she grows. Almost there, it won't be long now.
Tammy is rabid with excitement and I need to bring her with us. Opening my muzzle, I grab her butt and set her down in my waiting jaws. I slide my tongue into her. She moans loudly, excited by my attentions. I slide forward and back a few times and am rewarded by her creaming into my mouth. I withdraw, lap her opening, then plunge forth again.
The three of us cling to each other as we climb to out conclusions. Our bodies are fully developed and out souls are merging together. There is a great rush as our energies sync and release. Hot seed rushes into a warm womb, held tightly in place by a large knot. My face is almost crushed by the orgasm of the she-wolf on my snout. They rise and fall together, howling their music into the space around us. We soak our mates in all of our fluids. We fill out mates with all the power of our bodies. When at last there is silence, we sleep deep in the comfort of our lair, curled up with the fury bodies of our loving mates. Before we were just a pair, but three makes a pack. | FSE |
Title: Debaun's Big Trick - By Danath by Taiko
Tags: Anal, Gay, M/M, Magic, Mind Control, Oral, Orc, Rimming, Rough, Size Difference, Snow Leopard, Stretching
Debaun's Big Trick
By Danath www.danath.com
Debaun and Bruha are © Taiko ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/taiko/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/taiko/)).
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, behold, as I make the bird disappear!"
Debaun smiled broadly as he pulled back a small black cloth. The cage underneath had disappeared, along with the white dove trapped inside, leaving nothing but the smooth surface of the table.
The audience applauded and Debaun bowed, removing his black top hat as he did, while flourishing his cape theatrically. The snow leopard looked dapper as he replaced his hat and adjusted his monocle, both aspects of his stage character whenever he performed at these magic shows.
The feline appeared young, in his early 20s, though nobody knew his real age, which added to his mystique. Shocking white fur with stylized black rosettes in the shape of roses patterned across his fur, down his sides, arms, and legs. Bright golden eyes peered from under the brim of his cap and a puff of white fur pushed through his open vest. Tan shorts hugged his slim hips as he moved across the stage, ready to perform his next illusion.
An assistant pushed out a large, clear tank full of glowing blue water. Debaun scanned the crowd, looking for an appropriate volunteer. Something tickled his senses, however, and he paused, nostrils twitching. His lips curled into a feline smile of pure devilry as he realized a powerful wizard of some kind was present.
"Can we have the house lights turned up, please?" he asked, unable to see the faces of the crowd well with the bright spotlights shining down on him.
With the lighting fixed, the snow leopard descended down the stairs at the front of the stage, sweeping past rows of staring audience members, each shifting in their seats as they anticipated the leopard pulling them up on stage for another illusion. Debaun sniffed again, sensing the magical energies of another mage, and headed down a cross-aisle towards the right.
Ah. There he was.
The orc was massive. Nearly eight feet tall and apparently made of nothing but muscle, he sat in his chair, watching as the snow leopard approached. A ghost of a smile played on his thick dark green lips, which spread to reveal more of the large tusks spearing up from his lower jaw. His long brown hair was pulled back in a thick ponytail behind his head, while a matching beard hung off his jaw, reaching down nearly to his chest. The beard was braided and encircled near the end by a gold band with an embedded garnet that shone in the spotlight.
The huge orc wore only a light orange kilt with crisscrossing black lines and a warm, red and black plaid vest. The top few buttons were undone, revealing part of the deep cut of his powerful chest.
His yellow eyes blinked when Debaun stood in front of him and smiled. The feline's tail swung lazily from side to side.
"And what's your name, sir?" he asked.
The orc considered. This magician was more than a simple stage performer, obviously, and there was always a danger in revealing one's name to a mage of unknown powers. Still, he seemed young and a touch inexperienced. Plus, he was wearing a ridiculous get-up. The orc relaxed and smiled more broadly. He wanted to see where this led.
"Bruha," he said, his baritone voice echoing through the silent theater.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please give Bruha a hand as he joins me on the stage!"
The orc got out of his chair and good-naturedly followed the smaller feline back up the aisle as the audience cheered politely, buzzing with anticipation for the next trick. The cat was less than six feet, so was outclassed in both weight and height by the towering orc. The difference in their sizes was nearly comical.
"Bruha, are you a good swimmer?" Debaun asked. Had he a fake mustache to twiddle, he would have.
"I'm alright," the orc said in his lazy drawl.
"Well, hopefully swimming won't be necessary," the cat replied, motioning towards the large tank. The assistant wheeled out a set of steps leading to the top.
"As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, this tank has a strong cover." The cat climbed the stairs and stood on top of the tank, stomping his feet to demonstrate. "Bruha, will you join me?"
The orc shrugged and climbed the steps to stand on top of the tank next to the feline.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you realize this large male here would be quite difficult to spirit away," the feline said, to titters and laughter from the crowd. "He's quite the specimen! However, thanks to my supernatural powers, I will make him completely disappear before your very eyes!"
Debaun walked back down the stairs, leaving Bruha standing in his kilt in the shine of a spotlight.
"With my magic, our volunteer here will descend into the water, but he will not even have to swim, as the magic will transport him away from here, safe and sound!"
The audience applauded as Debaun let his speech crescendo.
"My final trick of the evening, dear audience, is not a trick at all! In fact, I will spirit away both this fine orc here and myself, leaving you to ponder the mysteries of the cosmos!"
His voice dropped, intensifying. Bruha watched with interest, one brow lifting as he felt a tickle of magical energy cross the stage, focusing on the feline. So this cat had some ability after all...
Debaun's speech wrapped up and the lights dropped low, casting most of the stage in darkness. The cat circled the tank, making hand gestures and whispering - all for show, Bruha knew, but a good job of fooling the audience.
The assistant returned one more time and pulled away the stairs. Debaun stalked behind the tank and vanished, only to reappear a moment later on top of the tank with Bruha. The orc smiled as the audience gasped at the simple trick.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I'll need your help," Debaun said, placing a paw on Bruha's forearm. "Please count to three... and prepare to be amazed!"
The audience counted off in unison as Debaun closed his eyes, fur standing straight out and puffing up. Bruha relaxed as he felt more magical energy surround them.
"One," came the voices of the audience.
"Two!"
Debaun's tail slipped around the back of Bruha's thigh and the orc stiffened with surprise.
"Three!"
The platform on which the orc and snow leopard stood vanished. Both males dropped into the water with a huge splash. At the same time, the front of the tank fell open and water cascaded out over the stage floor, pouring into specially inlaid drains at the front.
The audience leapt to their feet, cheering and screaming as it became apparent neither male remained on stage. After a few moments, the red curtains closed and the house lights came up. The audience continued to cheer for several more minutes.
Debaun and Bruha heard none of the applause, however, as they were currently fifteen miles away. The orc spluttered and gasped, swallowing water as he broke the surface of a body of water. Looking down, he realized he was in a bubble-like sphere of water floating above a dark gray floor. When his head broke the surface tension of the bubble, it burst apart, sending water flowing across the floor. He thumped to the floor with a bang.
Debaun, rather than fall on his rump, floated with majestic poise to the floor from a similar bubble of water, which also disappeared after a moment. The cat smiled at the orc, who was wiping water from his eyes and wringing out his beard.
"Impressive, cat," he said, shaking his head. His long ponytail whipped back and forth, sending a spray of water around the room. "And just where have you taken me?"
"Don't you recognize this place? You should, since I've never been here before."
The feline moved around the large room, looking at the various benches and shelves, occasionally picking up objects and sniffing them. A few ancient lanterns hung on thick wooden beams placed at regular intervals along the smooth clay walls. Stacks of yellow parchment rested on wooden benches, while an incongruously modern laptop hummed in between them, currently displaying a screensaver composed of images of mostly-nude males of various species, generally large and buff like Bruha. The laptop was the only modern piece of equipment in the room. The rest of the tools included cast iron clamps, metal pots, and even a simmering fireplace over which a tripod stood. There were few personal effects in the room, but Debaun paused over one - a picture hanging on the wall showing a younger-looking Bruha next to a very familiar figure, a tribrid he'd met before...
Debaun smiled when he realized the family connection between Bruha and Alek and shook his head. The world really was small for this kind of a coincidence to happen. He resumed his inspection, tail flicking behind him as he marveled at the ingenuity of the fireplace, which warmed the room without letting smoke get trapped, despite the absence of a smokestack - a neat trick on the part of the orc.
"My... my workshop!" Bruha exclaimed, understanding dawning. "You transported us here!"
The feline's tail flicked with arrogance as he opened a cupboard and purred.
"You catch on quick, Bruha," he said, voice silky smooth. "Ah... here we are..."
The orc's eyes widened further when he saw the feline pull several glowing crystals from their sockets in the cupboard. They weren't locked - nothing in his workshop was, since it was supposed to be too difficult to enter thanks to all his traps and magical locks. He hadn't counted on someone using him to teleport in, however, and he grudgingly admitted to himself the feline had pulled one over on him.
The orc got to his feet and stripped off his damp vest. The cat, of course, was perfectly dry, not a hair out of place. Bruha's heavy chest stretched and flexed. Debaun noticed his pierced nipples and licked his lips. The thick rings were of a very low gauge, with a bell attached to each that clinked lightly as the orc moved.
"What's the game, Debaun?" Bruha asked. "What do you want?"
"When I realized you were even more powerful than me, I just had to know your secrets," the feline said, purring deeply as he walked back across the floor. He took his top hat off and deposited three large crystals inside before replacing it between his ears. "I also hope you don't mind the additional spell I put on that water you drank..."
Bruha stiffened as he realized what the cat said was true. He hadn't noticed before due to his surprise at being teleported straight into his secret workshop, but there was something at work in the back of his mind, heightening his senses. His nostrils flared widely above his long brown and copper beard and he licked his lips as the cat came closer.
"Such a big, strong male... how could I resist?"
Debaun reached up and stroked his fingers down Bruha's wide chest. The orc's pectorals stiffened, causing the bells attached to the nipple rings piercing his chest to clank a few times, ringing in the still air. Debaun's purrs filled Bruha's ears with a wave of sound as his skin dimpled under the cat's touch. He moaned as his heightened senses detected the faintest movement, and under his kilt, his meaty shaft stirred with the beginnings of arousal.
"I couldn't just take these trinkets from you and run," Debaun said, tapping his top hat where he'd stored the powerful crystals. "I figure I owe you something for them."
Bruha shivered and dropped to his knees as the flood of sensation continued. What was that spell doing to him? He stiffened again as the cat's claws kneaded his belly, stroking over the deep cuts of his abdominal muscles, and flicked across his sides. The cat moved around behind him, massaging his thick green skin, an altogether pleasurable sensation.
Bruha closed his eyes, trying to focus. Where was it... where was it...
His yellow eyes snapped open and a grin spread over his face. There it was.
Reaching out with his mind, the powerful orc seized the spell, changing it, controlling it, altering the magic with his own, so that it no longer caused him quite so much trouble. The overconfident feline didn't notice as he pressed his chest to Bruha's lower back and purred into the orc's ears.
"So big," the cat moaned, tracing his claws around the outlines of the muscular bulges under the orc's skin. "You'll be fun tonight..."
Bruha grunted as his cock bulged under his kilt. He smiled inwardly as he felt the cat's paws caressing his sensitized body. No reason not to enjoy himself, now that the feline no longer posed a threat to him. In fact, his cock stiffened further as he planned all the ways he would take revenge on the audacious male.
But not too much revenge. Bruha had to admire the feline for his creativity. Not too many mages could get one over on him, so even a partial success was worthy of some kind of reward. Bruha grunted louder when he felt padded paws press against his lower back and slide down under his kilt, squeezing at his hard, muscular bottom.
"I haven't been with an orc before," Debaun said casually. "I wonder if it's true what they say..."
The orange kilt fell to the floor around Bruha's knees, revealing his lower belly, thick cock, and heavy balls. The snow leopard leaned over his shoulder, cheek pressing to cheek, as he peered down.
"Oh, my! It is true!" the feline purred. His rough tongue slid out, tickling the insides of Bruha's pointed ears.
Despite himself, Bruha shuddered. This feline was good. Very good. But Bruha was better.
Still... he wanted to see how this played out, so he held his tongue and just moaned appreciatively as his swelling member rose into the air.
"Lean over, Mr. Orc," Debaun whispered, teeth catching the tip of the muscular male's ears.
Bruha did as the cat requested, getting on his hands and knees. His heavy cock swung between his thick thighs as he felt the cat's tongue slide down his lower back. The rough feline appendage swirled over his smooth skin, tracing around his rippling muscles, tickling and teasing in even measure.
Bruha's eyes widened when he felt the cat's tongue tease the upper part of his rear. Claws snagged at his smooth skin as the feline pulled them apart, revealing the dark green pucker hiding inside. The orc grunted, hips rolling forward as the fuzzy muzzle pressed in. Debaun's rumbling purrs traveled up his body, sending little vibrations through his belly and thighs.
The rough tongue slid over his clenching pucker several times and Bruha let out a deep groan. Soon, the cat's jaw worked vigorously as he pressed his tongue out, busily rimming the much larger, more powerful male. Bruha's erection throbbed under his belly, completely hard within moments of the roughly administered tongue. He squirmed and shivered as the cat kept it up, kneading his rear end with his paws the whole while.
Debaun pulled his muzzle back and licked his lips, eyes opening slowly. He leaned over the orc and dropped his muzzle, spitting a large glob of saliva down the bigger male's crack. His fingers followed and Bruha moaned again when he felt the fuzzy digits penetrate his rear, working the saliva around.
This bold little kitty fully intended to fuck him, the muscular orc realized. For a moment, Bruha thought about letting it happen. He hadn't bottomed for anyone in many, many years, and this feline was certainly earning the chance.
But something else stirred inside him as his throbbing cock bounced against his hard, flat green stomach. No, he decided. It was time to let the little kitty know who was boss.
Well, not just quite yet.
Bruha shivered as Debaun's two fingers pushed in more deeply, working his hole roughly. A third digit joined in and the orc lifted his head, moaning aloud his pleasure. The feline smiled as he watched the much larger male twitch and gasp, still assuming Bruha was under his influence. The feline found the big male incredibly attractive and couldn't stop licking his lips as his cock throbbed in his shorts. He wanted this male badly, almost as much as he wanted the powers contained in those three crystals.
He stood behind the orc, who remained on all fours, hips jutting backwards. Debaun smiled as he pulled off his hat, vest, and shorts, folding them neatly. He set his cape on top and grasped his cock, which twitched in his paw. The snow leopard leaned forward, about to rub his tip between the orc's cheeks, when Bruha decided it was time to act.
Rising to his knees, then his feet, he turned and faced the confused snow leopard.
"But... wait! You've... you've changed my spell!" Debaun said, realization dawning. "How..."
"A neat trick I learned many years ago from a dragon," Bruha said, smile growing. "It's a matter of reversing the polarity of the inner charges and realigning them on your aura. Simple really."
The orc sighed wistfully. "I still have a piece of his soul, you know."
Bruha reached out and clasped his large green fingers around the smaller male's shoulder.
"But enough about how I turned your own spell against you. It was a good try, little kitty," he said, lips parting in a broad smile. "It almost worked, too, but you should never underestimate a fellow mage..."
Power flowed from Bruha into Debaun as he reversed the spell, turning it back around on the cat. The feline sank to his knees, overcome with the hypersensitive pleasure Bruha felt earlier. If anything, Bruha had strengthened his spell, making it affect him even stronger than Debaun intended it to be. His legs twitched, unable to support his body, as he found his muzzle pressing into the orc's large nuts.
"Open wide, kitty..."
Debaun groaned as he felt a thick, dark green shaft push past his lips. The hard, throbbing length was incredibly thick, thicker than his wrist, and stretched his jaw to its limit. The tough skin was able to shrug off his teeth, which inadvertently scraped down the length as the tip pushed to the back of his throat and then some. Bruha groaned with pleasure as he forced his cock deeper down the feline's muzzle, gagging him with the length, until Debaun's bulging throat was completely full of heavy, spurting orc-shaft. His black nose pressed into the orc's crotch, filling with incredibly hot, masculine musk.
Bruha pulled back slowly, until only his tip remained against the feline's tongue, before pushing back in. The helpless cat swallowed eagerly, both paws clenching at Bruha's thighs. The sounds of gagging, slurping, and, of course, the orc's two little nipple-ring bells echoed in the chamber.
The magic spell the cat devised was really special, Bruha thought. It made a person totally sensitive to the slightest pleasure, enhancing their libido while suppressing their ability to resist. It really made them willing and eager, and the more they wanted it, the better it felt. It also made them more able to accommodate their partner's assets, meaning he could really pound this little kitty's mouth without worrying about breaking anything important...
Bruha watched as Debaun's eyes rolled up in the back of his head when his cock ground back in again. He groaned as he throat-fucked the hapless mammal, grinding his length deeper into the feline's tight mouth. The orc felt the tight, hot throat constricting around his length, swallowing uncontrollably, and he humped a few times in rapid succession. Every time his heavy balls slapped against Debaun's fuzzy white chin, the feline's claws extended to sink into his thighs. It caused no damage to his tough skin, but merely tickled. The little cat pushed back eagerly, even as thick pre-cum rolled out of his nostrils and down the sides of his stretched muzzle, dripping from his chin.
Bruha grunted again and pulled back before sliding back in, rougher and harder. His cock ached and he leaned over, squeezing Debaun's head between his hard belly and his broad thighs. Both of his hands went to the back of the feline's head as he pulled him down, forcing his shaft in deep, over and over, mashing it past the pink tongue and through the esophageal ring.
Bruha's chest heaved as he climaxed, both bells ringing constantly. The cat's tongue ground up against the underside of his cock as he flooded the smaller male with cum, keeping his cock in deep for several blasts before pulling out. Gagging and coughing, Debaun nonetheless kept his mouth open, letting Bruha shoot onto his outstretched tongue.
"Mmmhh... yeah, good kitty," Bruha groaned, both hands working his cock now as he came over the fuzzy muzzle before him.
His erection remained after he came, as it normally did. The orc was not one to be satisfied so easily. Bruha considered simply throat-fucking the feline all night, but the snow leopard's fuzzy white cheeks beckoned him like the landing lights guiding an airplane to the ground.
Bruha snapped his fingers and the feline lurched to his feet. Thick white cum drizzled from his muzzle as he licked his lips. His arms hung forward and his red cock raged, jutting from his hips angrily.
With a laugh, Bruha realized part of the spell he'd reversed had been to prevent the enchanted person from reaching a climax. This feline really was a devious little bastard. Bruha found himself thinking even more highly of him.
Debaun's arms hung out in front of him as he swayed, moaning and twitching, eyes glazed and unfocused, nostrils flaring. He stared hazily at Bruha.
"Wha... you... wan..."
"I want you, my sneaky little kitty," Bruha drawled, reaching out for the cat once more.
He pulled the hapless Debaun over to a large, overstuffed armchair, which he sunk into lazily, pulling the cat with him onto his lap, so that the feline's back pressed into his chest. There was no need for foreplay. Bruha simply lifted the lithe feline up and brought him down over his aching shaft, still hard as a steel beam. Debaun's legs spread over his thighs and his tail lifted, squeezing up past his shoulders, which were currently pressing tightly into Bruha's pecs, and wrapped around the orc's neck, sliding and teasing his green skin.
Debaun's muzzle opened wide as he felt the shaft spearing his rump. The thickness ground into him, dimpling his cheeks and making his belly bulge. Bruha's long, braided beard tickled the back of the feline's neck as he felt the squirming male rubbing against his chest and belly. He wrapped his hands around Debaun's narrow hips and shoved, impaling the cat further, until he felt those fleshy, furry cheeks grind against the tops of his thighs.
"Damn... so... tight!" Bruha gasped, hunching forward.
The orc's jaw opened and his teeth closed around the side of Debaun's neck, nibbling and biting through the thick neck fur. The cat yowled and moaned, twitching and twisting, rump clenching rapidly around the huge pole buried inside him. Bruha didn't even need to thrust to know he'd get off, but did anyways. His large hands easily lifted the squirming, mewling cat up before pushing him back down, again and again. His thick biceps swelled each time and he clutched the feline close, leaning back into the large chair as he lazily pounded Debaun's tight rump.
He took his time, adjusting his pace so that it lasted quite a while. Debaun couldn't remember when it started, where he was, or even who was fucking him by this point; the cat was a mess of pleasure, and his thick red cock banged back against his belly, occasionally squeezing out a bit of pre-cum now and then. It throbbed angrily, unable to cum, like someone put a cock ring on him.
Bruha shuddered again as he felt his second climax approach. He was almost jealous that the cat was the one to experience the hypersensitivity spell; he could only imagine how good it felt from the feline's side of things, considering how amazing it was from his own perspective. The cat's rump was even better than his muzzle. He rested his chin and beard on top of Debaun's head and gasped, clenching his flat teeth, lips pursing between his tusks.
Debaun's eyes flashed open when he felt the surging shaft explode inside him, dumping thick loads of boiling orc seed deep into his body. His mouth opened and strands of cum flew from the fur around his jaw as he wriggled rapidly, hips shaking and bouncing, twisting and curling. Bruha had to grab him and hold him tight, both hands wrapped around his hips, to keep him down.
"Damn, kitty!"
Bruha slumped back into the chair as his climax ebbed. He panted hard, moaning as the cat lay back against him, still twitching and twisting. He humped a few times, enjoying the afterglow, the way the cat's tight body clutched at his arousal. Debaun, for his part, felt like his balls were about to explode. He had to cum, and no other thought made its way through his mind.
"P... ple... please!" he gasped, both paws reaching up and back to grasp around Bruha's neck, curling his claws into the long brown hair.
"Oh, all right... I suppose you've earned it," Bruha said. "Though I'm tempted to keep you from cumming all night, you know."
The cat just gurgled at the suggestion and Bruha smiled. "Now, how do I... ah, there it is..."
Using his energy, he snapped the spell's hold, though he made sure the feline would be feeling the hypersensitivity for quite a while yet. As the snow leopard's hips squeezed even more tightly around his pole, Bruha reached around and grasped the feline's erection. He needn't of bothered; the cat was so pent up he could have cum without any additional stimulation at all. Still, Bruha squeezed, massaging the shaft roughly, and watched as streams of feline cream sprayed across the floor of his workshop. The yowling feline sunk back into his chest, hardly able to move after such an intense experience.
But the night was still young, and Bruha's stamina was legendary. The big orc flexed, grinding his muscled chest into Debaun's back as his hips surged upwards, planting every last inch of his magnificent pole deep into the snow leopard's abused rump.
"Don't fall asleep on me yet, kitty... we've got a long night ahead of us."
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Debaun didn't remember much of that long night. When he woke up the next morning in his trailer outside the theater, he was alone and absolutely soaked in orcish seed. His cock was so tired it nearly hurt just to move as it flopped over his belly. His rump ached, sore as he could ever remember it being. It tingled at the memories of being so savagely spread by the big orc's meaty shaft. Even his plump nuts ached and he reached down to tenderly pat them. He squirmed and felt something moving inside him; for a moment, he was afraid it was Bruha, exacting yet more revenge.
He was relieved to see the orc wasn't there. He'd been a fool to think he could pull a quick one on such an obviously powerful mage. But as he reached between his legs, under his tail, he pulled on something and squirmed, moaning, as his cock jerked despite itself.
His paw came away with one of the crystals he'd attempted to steal. His rear end clenched around nothing now, and he shivered as he recalled the thickness of the orc's shaft stretching him so easily. As he held the semi-transparent rock, he saw the refracting light illuminate a note stuck to the wall of his trailer.
He read it and smiled, then winced as his aching tail hole clenched at the resurfacing memories of Bruha bending him over a workbench and grinding his massive, powerful body forward... Debaun shuddered and gasped, grabbing for the note.
It was a phone number, nothing more, but the feline clutched it tightly, cock throbbing, but too well used to get hard.
"This isn't over, Bruha," he whispered, golden eyes blazing. "We'll meet again... and then we'll see who gets the better of ooohhhhhhhh!"
The cat's words cut off into a luxurious moan as the second long, smooth crystal made itself known.
The End | FSE |
Title: Off the Beaten Path by Asa fox
Tags: Anal, Bareback, Biting, Canine, Crossdressing, Gay Relationships, M/M, Oral, Squirrel, Violence (Not In Yiff)
You always think when you meet that special someone "This is it. I have that one person I can always depend on. My rock, my salvation." You feel saved. I moved far away from where I had built my whole existence and it was quite freeing. I mean, sure it was a shitty apartment in a shady part of town, but it was ours. The smell of mildew. The light stick of freshly dried paint on the walls. The rough carpet woven out of synthetic fibers. I noted these things as I explored the empty shell of a home. A German shepherd wrapped his large arms around my lithe squirrel body and held me against his broad chest.
"This is it Jackson. We're home." Carman, the shepherd, whispered. His large smile dug into the short brown fur of my face. Who knew the top of the world was only on the fifth story of an apartment complex? We hardly had any furniture to move in. We slept on a mattress and ate assorted canned foods until Carman found a decent job. As the weeks went by we steadily gained more and more material things that I came to love and depend on. The bed, the refrigerator, and I always made sure the cabinets were stocked. Carman was the breadwinner and I took care of the duties at home. At least until the company he worked for decided to cut back.
There was a palpable tension in the air of the apartment then. There was a lot of pressure on me to find a job and I tried so hard. It was painful to look him in the eyes every day and tell him that I'd still had no luck.
"Do you know what this means?" He barked at me."We could lose our home! We'll live in the streets!"
I tried not to cry as I cowered below him and said "I know, I'm sorry. I'm trying!"
"TRY HARDER." He seethed. Carman hit me. The knuckles of his furred paw mashed the soft flesh of my face and sent me reeling back. He had never raised a finger to me until now. I don't think he hit me as hard as it seemed. The shock of it all landed me flat on my ass with my bushy tail between my legs covering my lower abdomen.
I pulled my tail up against my thin chest and sobbed into the furry blanket. It wasn't long until he snapped out of his anger and tried to console me. I pushed him away at first, but he shushed me and held me tight.
"I'm sorry. I am so sorry." Carman squeezed me tight. His sincere voice dissolved my fears. The strong shep picked me up and carried me to our dark, cool room and laid me out on the bed. I was still crying a little when he sat beside me and turned me over and spooned with me. The sheet of warmth between us lulled me to sleep.
You can't enjoy a sunny day without a few rainy days. That night was a storm and the following week was a bright summer day. I managed to find a job and relieve some of the tension n the air. It was like we were on our honey moon, minus the exotic vacation. Carman brought me flowers and took me out to dinner. I made him breakfast in bed and his nights a little more enjoyable.
"We're going to have to let you go." The obese dog huffed at me behind his desk. The chill of the office seemed surreal as a vent pumped cold air directly on my back.
"But I-I, um." I stammered. The dog cut me off.
"We over-hired and we've been forced to make cuts. I'm sorry." I liked how he tried to make it sound as if he wasn't directly to blame for any of it. *He* over-hired. *He* was making cuts. *I* was out of a job. It was a few days before I decided to tell Carman. I knew he would be upset, but I didn't think he would hit me again. I had my last check in my paw and I tried to explain to him that it would hold us over until I could find a new job. I hugged him before saying anything. He became increasingly still as I spoke.
"I got fired today, but this check-" Carman immediately shoved me on to the couch and growled as he rubbed his eyes. "Honey, pleas-"
"Shut it." He snarled. The shep's whole upper body twisted as his arm cocked back. His large paw came down hard, bashing me in the side of the head. It was much harder than the first time. I turned in the direction of the swing and scampered over the couch for cover. Carman walked behind the sand colored furniture past me and into the kitchen. He gathered a glass and a bottle of vodka and sat at the table just outside the small patch of fake wood flooring that inhabited the kitchen. The shepherd sat at their dining table and poured himself a glass with trembling paws.
Late that night while I was laying in bed I was just barely asleep. I was having a nightmare about Carman where he was chasing me and I just couldn't get away. I couldn't run fast enough. Something joined me and shook me out of my sleep. The smell of alcohol wafted into my sensitive nostrils. Looking back I realize that marked the beginning of a vicious cycle. First the enormous strain that was already on us would swell. This would lead to a violent streak. Then finally our honeymoon phase. I tried to hold onto it as long as I could, but it ever lasted.
The violence only increased with every episode. Every night I thought *This is it. This the time he kills me.* Especially the last time. His fists barreled into my torso and fractured one or two ribs. I slid down the wall and slumped on the floor balling my eyes out when he finished. Carman went into the kitchen like he always did. But when he discovered we were out of booze he yelled in frustration and slammed his hands on the counter. The shep grabbed his coat and headed out the door, no doubt to get more.
Though I was only wearing a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, I opted to only grab a thick jacket. My only concern was to just get out. There was no place for me to go. It hurt to breathe and it was unbelievably cold. Luckily there was a 24 hour supermarket open for me to duck into. A stall in the bathroom was home for the night. I almost broke down a few times, but I didn't want anyone to know I was in there. In the morning I woke with wet patches of fur under my eyes.
No friends. No job. No hope, really. I loved one guy and I couldn't go back to that. All day the feeling that I should go to the hospital daunted me, but with no money that really wasn't an option. Later in the evening I was so sore and tired. Outside a library I had used to get out of the cold, I was walking down the stone steps when I felt the insurmountable feeling of my body quitting. My legs gave out and I found myself slouching on the steps. I had the sensation that I was about to pass out. At least until someone yelled at me.
"Hey!" The voice called. "Are you alright?" A tall canid, much taller than I, ran over and knelt beside me. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?" My shock and embarrassment may have been a little obvious. I blushed a bright shade of red and pushed myself off the ground.
"I'm fine, really." I mumbled. My harm braced my chest and I backed away from the orange and white dog, The white extended from his chin down his neck and under his shirt. Presumably it covered his belly. His orange fur covered everywhere else excluding his ears and tail tip. There if faded from orange to black. I though he might be a fox at first, but he seemed a little big to be apart of the vulpes genus. As I escaped him he looked so concerned. Genuinely concerned. He could have chased after me, but I'm sort of glad he didn't. It was getting dark and I spent the last few hours of daylight meandering through the streets.
I came upon a long line of furs outside a tall brick building. They were dressed in well-worn garb that mirrored the dirtiness of whatever place they had sought shelter in. I didn't even know our city had a homeless shelter, but I was relieved nonetheless to find it. I stood in line for a while until a man a few furs ahead of me was turned away.
"Sorry, this is a women's shelter." The petite vixen told him. My heart sank and I almost started to cry. Fatigue and pain gripped me. The thought of seeking out shelter in a bathroom again was very disheartening. I was off in my own little world and I didn't realize that the line was moving.
"Ma'am. Ma'am, are you coming in or what?" She said.
"Hmm?" I said, looking around to make sure she was talking to me. "Um, I-I guess so." I walked past her through the door. On the back wall there was a counter where they were handing out blankets and pillows. I received mine and walked through double doors to a room filled to the brim with bunk beds. The stained mattress that I called home for the night almost brought tears to my eyes again. It was a small victory, but an important one.
In the morning they served breakfast on beige plastic trays. What was on the menu? Grits, a pad of sausage, a biscuit, and a single packet of grape jelly. Every part of a well-balanced breakfast. The cafeteria was inhabited by what seemed to be picnic tables, but for indoors. As I picked at my food I noticed out of the corner of my eye that someone was going around with a large metal tub doling out seconds. Eye contact was not on my agenda so I didn't look up.
"Excuse me, miss." He said. It sounded slightly familiar, so I gazed up at him. It was the orange and white canine.
"Um, hello." I said.
"Weren't you at the library last night?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"Kinda?" He smiled. "You were kinda at the library?"
"I was at the sidewalk, but I just happened to fall back on the library steps."
"Hmm, fair enough. Mind if I join you?" He asked.
"Sure, I guess that's fine." The canine left to put away the tub and scoop, then returned to take a seat next to me.
"So what brought you to the library last night?" He asked.
"I was just trying to get out of the cold, really."
"Oh, of course. Are you alright? You didn't seem so good when we first met."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit sore."
"Can I ask what from?"
"Well, um, I-I-" It felt as if a knot was swelling in my throat. I was choking on words. His arms wrapped around me and consoled me as I fought back tears, ultimately failing.
"I'm Charles, by the way. It's nice to meet you." He said, causing me to laugh a little. It hurt, but it felt nice to be held. "This is no place for you. What you need is a place to heal."
"You can call me Jackie." I said, still a little choked up.
"You can stay with me if you like, Jackie. I couldn't stand to leave you without anything to lean on."
"You mean it?" I said with tear-filled eyes and a smile. "Are you sure?"
"Of course. I'd love nothing more than to get you back on your feet."
As apprehensive as I was about trusting him, I felt like surviving might hinge on his kindness. His home was quite nice. Charles lived in a brownstone not too far from the shelter. The top floor was where he called home. It was much nicer than anything I had aimed for. Charles had actual wood floors. The open floor plan felt cozy and welcoming. He made me hot cocoa and sat me down on the cool surface of his leather couch.
"You seem a little distressed. Are you sure you're not hurt?" Charles asked.
"Actually my chest is killing me. I think I cracked a rib."
"*You* cracked a rib? Or someone did it for you?" As he raised his eyebrows I noticed they were highlighted with a white stripe that passed over then ran over his forehead and down the back of his neck.
"Oh, you know..." I mumbled.
"Well, I'd check for you, but it's not exactly appropriate given the situation." I didn't quite follow.
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't think a woman in your condition wants to be felt up." He chuckled.
"Um, actually I'm a male." I said.
"Oh." Charles said. "Forgive me, but we did meet in a women's shelter." His face hinted embarrassment.
"I know, I know. The person at the front door said I could go ahead before I could say anything."
"That changes things. If you don't mind, I'd like to feel you up a little. You know, just to make sure you're alright." I laughed and immediately braced my aching side.
"Of course." I said. Charles instructed me to take off my shirt and jacket. He gently pressed his fingertips against my chest. For a brief moment as his warm paws caressed my fur our eyes met for a second. His green eyes flickered for a moment and looked away quickly.
"So, uh, what kind of dog are you?" I asked.
"I'm a Lundehund. My ancestors are from Norway." He said as he finished up his examination.
"A Norwegian Lundehund? That's quite a mix."
"Yep, I was blessed with good genes." I was tempted to say something like "I'll say!" in approval, but he didn't want to come off as flirty. The last thing he needed to do was get kicked out over some misunderstanding. "You haven't broken anything, and it'll be pointless to see a doctor about a simple fracture. You just to take it easy for a few weeks."
"Ok, that's a relief." I smiled.
"There is another thing." He laughed a little, putting a paw to his face as he looked away. "It's a little weird and I don't think you'll go for it, but I think I may be able to relieve your pain a bit."
"What is it? I'll try anything you've got to offer. You've been so kind to me, I trust your opinion." There was a bit of eagerness in my tone.
"If you say so." He smiled and got up. Charles returned with a pink silk corset adorned with black ribbons and ties. "It'll take some of the pain off, I promise." The hangar dangled off his finger as he held it towards me.
"Hmm." The monosyllabic noise shot from my nose as a pensive expression consumed my face.
"I mean, you don't have to. It's just a suggestion."
"I-I'll try it....but why do you have that?"
Charles' eyes lit up and he blushed a little. "It's actually mine, but it's not what you think!" He said with a quickness in an attempt to put my judgments off. "I'm a tailor. Lingerie is part of my services. I also volunteer at that shelter stitching clothes."
"Oh, alright. Do you honestly think it'll help?"
Charles laughed. "I wouldn't lie to ya. You're too sweet." That comment put me off a little. I wasn't expecting a compliment like that. That's not something you say to a friend, much less a stranger.
"I'll try it on." I smiled. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Oh I'll just show you. I have to help you tie it anyways."
The bathroom was a little on the smaller side with cream-colored walls with a wooden mirror/cabinet combination hung above the sink. Still shirtless, I slipped into the soft sleeve. Whoever it was meant for, they weren't very endowed in the breast area. My nipples had some breathing room. Charles tied the ribbons behind me and the tightness did actually relieve the pain. Though it was equally hard to breathe. The lundehund was ogling me in the mirror. His mouth was just barely open as his eyes searched up and down the reflective surface. I felt silly wearing the frilly corset and sweatpants.
"Try not to stare so hard." I blushed. Charles immediately snapped out of his hypnotic state and pretended he wasn't even looking.
"What? I was just making sure it was a right fit.
"Sure, sure." I turned and my paw brushed something hard in his pants. My hands went straight to my mouth to muffle a sharp gasp. He covered his face in embarrassment and backed away.
"Oh, goodness, I am so sorry. You look amazing and I guess I got a little carried away." I searched hard for the right words to say.
"Don't sweat it." I laughed nervously. "I'm shocked, actually. I didn't even think it looked that good with these sweatpants."
"Well, I have the matching panties too..." He mumbled.
"I beg your pardon?" I asked. He was loud enough, I was just surprised he would even bring it up. Even so, Charles repeated the phrase louder. My eyes shut tight, a smile on my face, I said "Sure, why not."
"What, really? You sure?"
"Yes, quickly, before I lose my nerve." I said sheepishly. He retrieved them quickly and placed them on the counter before leaving me alone. I took off my pants and boxers, standing half naked on the tile floor just looking at the lacy panties that matched the pink and black design of the corset. I took a deep breath and lowered them below my knees before slipping one footpaw in at a time. As they slowly rose up my thin legs they scooped my six inch length and furry sack. They hugged my hips and produced a nice bulge that outlined my squirrely cock. The door slowly crept open and the lundehund was nowhere to be seen. I poked my head out and he was leaning on the wall next to the door.
"All done?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, do they fit alright?"
"Yeah, they fit nicely." I smiled ever so slightly.
"Mind if I take a look?" Charles asked.
"Well they are kind of yours." I said as I opened the door and revealed myself to the fit canine. He visibly swallowed.
"I might just let you keep them." Charles said, obviously in awe.
"You really like it?" I asked, my tail whipping about excitedly.
"Yeah, it suits you. If I didn't know any better I might think you were a female." I giggled in a slightly effeminate tone and his ears perked up. The canine slowly leaned in, pressing the soft wet edges of his lips into my short muzzle. His wet nose rubbed mine as we swapped sides. Charles' paws felt along my sides and landed at my hips, squeezing them slightly. They circled around my rump and pressed against my round furry cheeks. The gap between us was short-lived and I soon found my arms pressed against his chest.
The strong lundehund hiked me up onto him and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Charles carried me to his bedroom and kicked the door shut when we passed through the entrance. He sat me down on the bed and stripped his shirt away his shirt revealing his toned, white belly. I glanced down at his belt line as he unbuckled it and tossed it to the floor. I was dying to get at him. It was obvious by the reaction contained in my undies, but I didn't get the chance. He crawled on the bed and I laid back as he encroached on me. Charles' paws passed over my belly, but stopped at my diaphragm. He was wary of my injury.
The canine's ears poked out above my thighs as he pressed his cold nose against the thin fabric of my panties. He stroked it, kissed it, and licked it from the outside. I squirmed as the attention he paid it wasn't enough anymore. My crotch accidentally bumped his mouth and he laughed softly.
"Getting anxious?"
"Just a little." I smiled.
He stripped the elastic waistband back as I complied, lifting my rump slightly so he could get them off. Except he didn't take them completely off. As if it might ruin the illusion, he let them stay at my knees and he snuck his head under them. The lundehund licked the underside of my dick. It was erect and sandwiched between my furry thighs. The tip was shiny with pre and his long flat tongue wrapped the curvature of my cock, scooping the sticky pre up easily.
My legs relaxed slightly against the spring of the panties and allotted the canine more access. His heavenly muzzle coaxed even more pre and involuntary whines. I was so damn wet. Charles slurped on me eagerly and much to my chagrin. He almost finished me off, but stopped suddenly. His large paws lifted my legs as he lightly nipped at the panties and dragged them off, freeing me up. As his large member lined up he hovered over me. After kissing me all over the canine looked into my eyes as he pressed into me. I relaxed at his touch and granted him an easier entrance into me.
Charles was thick and stretched me gently before working up to a full pump. He pinned my wrists and I strangely enjoyed the feeling of giving up control to him. It wasn't long before he was barreling into me causing my free cock to bob back and forth. It slapped against my stomach and slung pre wherever it could. The canine licked at my neck then sank his teeth into my fur and skin. That and the sensation of his cock pulsing inside me as it released it's precious fluids deep inside me pressed me to orgasm and I squeaked sharply. A jet of cum escaped and damn near splashed my chin.
There was a sudden emptiness as he left me and curled up at my side, kissing my freshly sore neck. For once I actually felt alive; not only had I survived, I found salvation. For the first time in a long time, I felt loved. I was reborn. | FSE |
Title: Why is it all so hard? by RalysEtnedra
Tags: Fantasy, Love, Poem, Poetry, Thought Provoking
Why is it all so hard?
Am I that different?
Or just insane?
No.
It can't be that simple.
Why are people so quick to judge?
Are they so empty?
Or just angry?
No.
They are people too.
I create my own problems.
All your problems are in your head too.
You think it's hard?
It's not.
You can never see until it's too late.
I create my own worlds.
Many of you do this too.
Do your worlds make you happy?
I hope so.
Because sometimes mine just remind me of where I really am.
This state we are all in.
None of you like it.
I know you don't.
That's the whole point.
We can hate it together.
This fantasy we all share.
That's really all it is.
Most of you know this.
That is it's very nature.
We must despair together.
Is that not the fate of all things?
So why not just let it be?
Let's all play in the fields of our fantasy.
Perhaps we won't notice when judgment day arrives.
Has that not been the goal all along?
Why does it matter if outsiders deem us base?
We can all play together.
We can ignore this world, yet find love within it.
Is it our condition that makes us lonely?
It seems to be the opposite for them.
The populace revels in their limitations.
Why can't we... or I... do the same?
Is it my upbringing that makes me different?
I can't seem to find myself anywhere.
Others make it look so easy.
Why is it all so hard? | FSE |
Title: Become the true you! by TiranMaster
Tags: Arm band, Crossdressing, Elephant, Gay, Hypnosis, M/M, Mind Control, Otter, Rabbit, Straight, Transformation, Wolf, brainwashing, orientation change, straight to gay
This story has male relations in it so I'd like to advice for you not to read this unless you are into this subject matter.
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Dylan slowly climbed out of his car and glanced down at the paper clutched in his hand, "Self-help lessons- find the true you." His eye nervously ticked at the prospect, since he was a kid he had been a very self-conscious person. Earlier that week he had found the same paper clutched in his hand in his mailbox, as he read it he slowly got excited. It explained that it could bring out who he really was and get past all of those insecurities he had.
Derek slowly walked into the building and glanced around, it looked like a regular community center. After a moment he found the front desk, he nervously walked up to the front desk and saw that there was an elephant women sitting there. "H... h... hello? I w... was wondering wh... where the self-help clinic was b... being held?" The elephant smiled up at the frail human, "That's just down that hall there and it's the last door on the right honey." Derek nervously smiled at her, "Th... thank you..." Derek stumbled away from the desk shaking like a leaf, "I... I did it... I talked to someone..." He managed a small smile as he walked into the room labeled with a sign with the words "Self-help clinic" on it. As he walked in he noticed a multitude of people, in the group there was a mix of animals and humans. As expected of a nervous bunch they were all quiet as mice, none of them would even look at him as he walked in. Derek glanced around and found a seat off to the side of the group, as he took his seat he shivered in anticipation. "I really need this, I hope it works..." He muttered to himself. A few minutes later a figure marched out onto the stage enthusiastically, "Welcome all of you!" He shouted in excitement, Derek practically fell back in fright from the loud noise. It wasn't just him that did it either; the whole group had panicked at the loud noise. Standing on the stage was a flamboyant Wolf man, his hair was a short blond color and the end of his tail was a vibrant rainbow color. He also wore brightly colored clothes akin to a camp counselor, not only that but his eyes seemed to shine with a rainbow like color, "I'm so happy that you all decided to come, I was afraid that you'd be too afraid to show up." He tittered in excitement as he looked over the whole group. The congregation was extremely nervous as he jumped down from the stage and offered his paw out to each and every one of them, "Don't be so afraid my friends, my name is Jasper. I'm here to help you all become who you truly are, isn't that great?" He grinned showing off a startlingly bright smile, as he reached out his paw to Derek the human for a second thought about bolting before he pushed himself to shake the Wolf's paw. The Wolf grinned at him and winked, after getting the rest to shake his paw he jumped back onto the stage and grinned out at them all. "Congratulations my friends, you have taken the first step with that simple hand shake." He beamed with excitement; he then walked to the side of the stage and pulled out a box. "Now everyone this box contains some armbands that I had made for you all, I'd like for you all to come forward and grab one as I call of your names." He started to read off the names in an exhilarated manner, as Derek watched them all come forward he slowly came to a realization. "They're all men..." He muttered, somehow Jasper heard him and smiled at him. "You'd be exactly right my friend, you are all men. You see I find that if you were to be taught with women you would all freak out so I made sure to separate your classes." After a moment Derek's name was called, as he stepped up he looked up into the Wolf's eyes briefly and was entranced for a second by the Wolf's brilliant rainbow eyes. Derek blinked and looked down quickly and pulled out a band and rushed back to his chair, as he sat down Jasper clapped his hands in excitement. "Wonderful you all came; I was worried that many of you might flake out." As he was talking everyone slipped on their armbands, as they did so they all shivered briefly, Derek looked at his band and noticed that it was a brown color with rainbow stripes around it. Jasper smiled and gestured with his hand towards the side exit, "If you'd all please follow me I will show you all to the area where we will be doing the activates." The group all stood up and followed the brightly colored Wolf. Jasper led them all to a large gym area, "Please go in." Jasper smiled as they all passed him and walked into the gym, Derek went in and leaned against a wall. As he watched the others take similar positions Jasper did a front flip right into the middle of the gym, he looked around and frowned at how everyone was positioned around the gym. "Everyone please come to the center where we will start." Jasper shouted out to everyone, after a moment Derek surprisingly was the first to move towards the Wolf. As he walked closer Jasper grinned at him, "Thank you, now everyone else follow Derek's lead." After a moment's hesitation they all followed him and gathered around the colorful Wolf. "Now for the first thing we're going to do I want you all to whisper one of your darkest secrets to the person next to you." Derek froze up at this request; he had never told his parents his secrets let alone other people. The others also looked uncomfortable with this request, Jasper sighed in exasperation. "Here let me show you all how it's done, I'll tell you all my biggest secret." He slowly leaned in towards the group as if to whisper the world's most important secret, "I'm... nuts for chocolate..." He slowly whispered everyone just started at him with a blank look on their faces. Jasper smiled a wily smile, "I know it's surprising, how can someone with such a good figure love chocolate right?" Derek nearly smacked himself in the face at the Wolf's misunderstanding of their stares but then he realized that the Wolf had revealed something extremely private. After a moment Derek tapped a monkey man on the shoulder and whispered into the primate's ear, "I... can't ride a bike..." He slowly whispered into the monkey's ear with a blush on his face, the monkey looked at him with sympathy and whispered back into his ear. "I'm actually allergic to bananas." Derek looked at the primate with sympathy on his face; the others realized what the pair was doing and started to follow their lead. Jasper walked up to the pair with a big smile, "Great job you two! Here's your first piece of clothing." He held out a pair of shirts similar to his own, "Piece of clothing?" Derek questioned the Wolf, "Oh I guess I forgot to mention, for every activity that you complete you get an article of clothing." The pair looked at each other and the back at Jasper and accepted the clothing. After everyone else finished they also received a shirt, "Alright everyone it's time for your next activity. Now for this activity I will need you to partner up with a new partner." After everyone had rearranged themselves Derek found himself next to a large Rhino, "Ok now for this activity you will all be dancing with your partner." Everyone in the group suddenly froze up, "Y... you want us to dance with other men?" One of the others asked the wolf, "Hey don't be shy it's not like you're going to be kissing or anything." The wolf winked at the group. After a moment of being embarrassed Derek slowly turned towards the rhino and offered his hand to the rhino, "W... will you dance with me?..." The rhino looked as embarrassed as Derek felt but grabbed the human's hand and slowly started to dance. After a long awkward moment of everyone watching the pair they also did the same, after a while the music finally stopped and they all stopped dancing.
They were all too embarrassed to admit it but they hadn't completely hated it, Jasper jumped up in down in excitement. "You all did absolutely wonderful! Now please come up and accept the next piece of clothing." He held out a pair of shorts to each of them, after they all had the shorts he gestured towards the changing rooms. "I'd like for you all to change into your new clothes so we are all wearing the same thing." They all grumbled in slight disgruntlement but they did it anyways. As they changed the bands on their arms started to slowly spread out, each one having a different effect on each of the person wearing it.
For Derek and the other humans they were starting to grow fur and other animal like qualities, for the animals they were gaining some new markings on their skin. As they all finished up getting dressed they found that they actually liked their new clothes, they all left with a satisfied look on their faces. None of them noticed that they had left their old clothes behind, Jasper grinned at each of them in turn. As they all stood in front of him he noted the bands on their arms already changing them, "Alright now for this next activity once again I'd like for you to find a new partner."
They all quickly paired up, this time Derek was paired up with a bunny man. Jasper looked them all over to make sure they had new partners then clapped his paws together, "Alright, I'd like for you all to hug each other." They all froze at what he wanted for them to do, but this time instead of waiting for a long time Derek found himself turning to the bunny and hugging the other man. After a second the bunny hugged the human right back, as the pair hugged each other Derek noted some rainbow stripes on the bunny's fur that hadn't been there before. Instead of panicking he admired them; he then looked to his arm and noticed fur extending down his arm.
Once more instead of panicking he smiled at the fur, "What nice fur I have." After a full minute of hugging the two backed off from one another, they grinned at each other with no embarrassment on their faces. They glanced around to see that the others were also in the process of hugging it out, Jasper grinned at the pair, "Wonderful job boys!" The wolf walked up to them and gave them both a big hug with the pair returned in full with no restraint, after a few minutes of waiting for the others to finish up Derek scrunched up his face in slight confusion. "Something seems wrong about this whole thing... what it is though?..." He looked at the others and saw the fur with rainbow markings spreading across the other humans and rainbow markings appearing on the animals. "Oh crap..." Derek started to panic but then Jasper looked back and looked right into his eyes, all of the panic became muffled. "It... must've been nothing..." He muttered to himself. After everyone had finished hugging Jasper looked at them all and grinned, "Good now you are all almost done. I just have one more activity for you all to do." Everyone groaned in sadness at the news of their meeting almost being over, "Your final activity is to... kiss your partner!" He shouted the last part in excitement, everyone stood stock still. Derek felt his panic come out in full swing, "Wh... what are you telling us to do?!" He started to back away from the wolf, the others of the group were doing likewise. "I'm not going to kiss another g... guy." The rhino from earlier said, Jasper smiled. "I thought you'd all give me a little bit of trouble though thankfully it looks like the bands are about done." Derek looked down at his band in confusion and gasped in horror, apparently in the last few minutes the band's growth had expanded exponentially. His whole body was now covered in brown fur and rainbow markings, "Wha... what are you doing to us?!" He shouted at the smiling wolf, "Well I'm just doing what you asked me to, I'm bringing out the real you." Derek Bared his teeth in anger, "This isn't bringing out the real us, it's forcing us into something we aren't!"
As Derek finished yelling at the wolf he suddenly jumped as he heard a pop from behind him, he looked back to see a rainbow tipped tail grown out behind him. He looked himself over to realize that he had finished changing into a... Otter. "Oh my god..." He muttered to himself, he looked at the others to see that they had also become sexy rainbow colored animals. "Wait... sexy...? No!" He yelled at himself, Jasper noticed all of them were near the end of their resistance. He suddenly let out a slow whistle and everyone in the room suddenly felt their muscles lock up. "Now it looks like I'm going to have to finish up your transformations." Jasper made a gesture and suddenly all of the men turned towards each other, "Now kiss." Derek started to panic as he started to lean in towards a fox that also looked like he was in a panic, "Oh god no... no... No!" He shouted in his mind as he felt his lips press against the fox's lips, "Oh god... I'm kissing another guy, this can't be happening. This isn't right, I need to sto... I need to... I need... I need to kiss better... I need to kiss this handsome stud much better!"
He shouted in his head as he felt the control of Jasper wear off and he practically collapsed into the arms of his foxy lover, all across the room the animals started to kiss each other of their own volition. As they all looked into their partner's eyes they watched as each other's eyes glowed and became rainbow colored. Derek snuggled close into his partner's chest and finished up the kiss, "Congratulations everyone, you have all finished your class." All of the animals moaned in satisfaction as they finished up their respective kisses. Derek with his partner walked back up to Jasper clutching each other's paws. Jasper looked at all of the new couples, "How do you all feel now that you all have discovered your real selves?" They all cheered in delight, Jasper went back to his box and pulled out a bundle. "Here is your last clothing you all." They all chittered in excitement as he pulled out rainbow colored scarves. As they started to leave by couple they all made sure to give their instructor a peck on the cheek and a big hug and they left happy and gay. As Derek and his partner started to leave Derek made a point to drop by the front desk, "Thank you so much for the help earlier." The elephant smiled up at the Otter and watched as he and his fox partner left. Jasper walked up to the elephant and smiled, "I did as you asked Madam Lucille, are you pleased?" The elephant smiled and patted the wolf on the head, "Yes I am very pleased my little pup, now it's time for you to send out the next batch of invitations." Jasper yipped in excitement and ran off to complete his mistress's command. That night Derek laid in his bed with his new boyfriend, "I'm so glad I took that class, now I have a great new life." He thought to himself, he glanced back at his boyfriend who had a coy look in his eye. "Are you ready honey?" The fox growled in excitement and they slipped under the covers for a heated night. | FSE |
Title: Dr. Tolliver's Bosom Balm Ch. 03
Tags: boobs, breasts, cum, redhead, titfuck, tittyfuck, titwank, western
There he was, standing before her and grinning broadly: Doctor Thornton Ignatius Tolliver, in the flesh. Flesh here being the operative word. Up close, that reproductive organ in its full erectness looked absurd. She would be inclined to dismiss it as fake, some grotesque, oversized sculpture made of discarded butcher's cuts, but it was clearly very, very real. Alive, almost. If Doctor Tolliver were not travelling the West purveying his wares, Bronagh would not be surprised to see him in the cast of a carnival freak theatre alongside the bearded lady and the man with webbed feet. The dark opening at its towering pinnacle winked and glistened, drooling watery fluid, salivating at the prospect of release. The whole shaft twitched and strained as though fighting at the leash of whatever tonic kept it from running wild, devouring anything female in its rabid wake.
The feral nature of the erect penis was strangely at odds with Doctor Tolliver himself, who, also now observable at close quarters, seemed the very model of genteel urbanity. His grooming was immaculate, his scent of cologne tastefully minimal. He was slim for his age, and if Bronagh had a complaint it was that he looked perhaps a little too slim. Undernourished, even?
'Your name, madam?' Doctor Tolliver held the bucket aloft alongside his nodding priapism.
'Bronagh, O...' Bronagh began. The surname stuck in her throat. 'Bronagh Kelly.' It was her maiden name. There was a little confused murmuring from the crowd of female spectators. Bronagh dropped two dollars into the bucket. They jingled loudly. What had Tolliver said? Sixty dollars? Thirty women had already tried their best to coax that monstrous penis to issuance. Or perhaps only a few who had chanced their luck multiple times. Bronagh was glad now that she had arrived late and missed all of this. She only had these two dollars on her person, and she may have been tempted to take her turn much earlier in the proceedings, underestimating the power of Doctor Tolliver's stamina tincture. Now, some thirty masturbatory encounters later, he was much closer to the brink of being overwhelmed. And Bronagh knew that her abundant bosom considerably raised her chances of winning. Tolliver was making a concerted effort to maintain eye contact with her, which she took as evidence that in doing so he was avoiding glancing down at her creamy, freckled bounty.
Beyond relying on her burgeoning young bosom as visual stimulation, Bronagh had not really considered how exactly she would manipulate Doctor Tolliver's fiercely scarlet erection to climax, and this lack of a plan struck her as the travelling medicine hawker wound back the long hand of the alarm clock by a full minute and set the timepiece on the table.
The clock was ticking, and the room fell silent.
Bronagh raised her skirts from the ground a little and bent at the knees to kneel on the blasphemously repurposed prayer stool at Doctor Tolliver's polished black boots.
A jeer from the crowd did little to draw Bronagh's focus from the pink cobra that stretched out from the scientist's groin towards her chin. It was throbbing and trembling so much that she wondered if it might simply go off within the sixty seconds entirely of its own accord, but on the other hand it had probably been doing that for the past hour, and the Doctor would know better than to let this contest go on past the tonic's period of efficacy - if, indeed, the tonic had anything to do with it at all.
Then, Bronagh felt that tingle in her nipples once again, that overwhelming feeling of warmth spreading through her chest to her every extremity, the feeling she had tried to ignore earlier in the day when she had given her breasts that sensuous shimmy-shake.
Realising that there was probably only half a minute left to go, Bronagh summoned up her confidence with a fortifying intake of breath.
And that did it.
In the space of mere seconds, the neckline of Bronagh's hastily-customised green dress conceded the fight against her uncomfortably-compressed bosom. With a rapid succession of rips, snaps, and pings, the needlework unpicked itself and the whole front of the garment flew open. Without this fabric prison to keep them in check, Bronagh's impudent puppies leapt forth, expanding from tightly flattened orbs to quivering, full-scale torpedoes, and the first thing they did with their new-found freedom was to grab the first couple of inches of the tip of Doctor Tolliver's erection and to sandwich it for dear life.
Doctor Tolliver's self-restraint lapsed instantaneously. He let out a strangled moan of pleasure and with what seemed like a reflex action began to buck his hips back and forth, propelling his rigid penis in and out of the profound, tight cleft between Bronagh's sumptuous breasts, the copious amount of anticipatory fluid lubricating its obscene passage. So taut and close-set were Bronagh's breasts, and so enthusiastically solid was Doctor Tolliver's penis, that neither party even bothered to use their hands, but they were both breaking the rules of the contest - Bronagh by accident, Tolliver as an involuntary response to finding his penis in so cosy a bosom.
'Cheat!' went a call from the crowd, to be joined by other heckles and vocal complaints.
'He's fornicating her!'
'Between her bubs!'
'I've never seen the like!'
If the act of inter-bub fornication came as an unprecedented shock to the hitherto unshockable women of Cannon Town, it was nothing compared to the alarm being experienced by the owner of said bubs, Bronagh O'Shea, who was eyeing the repeatedly appearing and disappearing plum at the head of Doctor Tolliver's member with growing dread, knowing that its owner had clearly lost all rational self-control and had past the point of no return towards issuance.
And, just as the alarm went off, the inevitable happened. A column of fluid, as thick and white as fresh cream, shot into the air from between Bronagh's breasts. Bronagh didn't see where it landed, but she had a suspicion it was on top of her hair, and in any case it wasn't the last of the eruptions, several more of which shot upwards in front of her face as Doctor Tolliver continued his animalistic penetration of her young, growing chest.
'Cheat!' went the call again, amidst the general controversy and commotion.
Bronagh looked up and met Tolliver's eyes, bulging as hard as his shaft and looking back down at her and her miraculous bosom with awestruck devotion.
'I want my money back!' screamed a woman.
'She's ruined it!' exclaimed another.
'They're going to tear the place apart,' Bronagh said to Doctor Tolliver, her breasts still sandwiching his throbbing, twitching penis, which was pumping its last weak loads of seed onto them. 'Help me, please.'
Tolliver turned to face the baying crowd of furious women, his wilting erection stretching a garland of semen to its tip from the depths of Bronagh's bared bosom beside him. 'Ladies,' he said with an attempt at a smile on his trembling, post-climactic face, 'Do accept my apologies, this was an understandable mistake in the face of an unavoidable...'
'Get them!' cried a middle-aged woman.
'Curses!' hissed Tolliver. He grabbed Bronagh's hand, hauling her roughly up to her feet, her naked, seed-strewn melons jostling heavily before her. 'Let's get out of here.'
He kicked over the table, causing the bucket to clatter to the floor which sent dollars flying across the stage. But there was no time to collect the proceeds as a frightening posse of woman was making its way around the side of the stage and even climbing up onto it from the front.
'At least they're not armed,' Tolliver called over his shoulder to Bronagh, whereupon a loud crack from behind was followed by a bullet hitting the wall above his head.
'Oh sweet Mary!' wailed Bronagh as they clambered over the toppled paraphernalia of Tolliver's travelling show. 'Do something!'
Tolliver, penis lolling from the front of his britches, threw open a door at the back of the stage, which Bronagh had assumed would lead back outside, but which simply led to a small, cluttered room. Bronagh shrieked as she found herself flung inside, onto a small sofa. 'It's a dead end!' she shouted at him. 'We're trapped!'
As another shot cracked through the air of the old church hall and the first battallion of irate women began running across the stage towards them, Tolliver threw over a screen bearing his logo to barr the way, and then backed into the cluttered room with Bronagh, slamming the door shut behind him.
'You fool!' shouted the bare-bosomed, freshly-anointed Irish rose in the semi-darkness. 'What do we do now!'
Doctor Tolliver pulled a lever above his head, sat down on a small stool just inside the doorway, and said, 'Hold tight'. Bronagh, to her surprise, heard the whinnying of two horses, and to her further surprise found herself thrown out of the sofa as the entire room began moving and shaking at great speed. It wasn't a room at the back of the hall: it was Tolliver's horse-drawn carriage!
'What's going on?' Bronagh spluttered. She had landed with her naked chest in Doctor Tolliver's lap, and felt his pink snake erect itself between her plump breasts anew, the arousal no doubt expedited by the violent wobble which the carriage's motion was precipitating. Bronagh couldn't believe this was happening again. 'Oh for the love of... Stop it will you now!'
'Y-you started it,' Tolliver managed to say. The carriage was hurtling forward at great speed.
Bronagh felt his hands grab her bosom from either side as the now once more fully-expanded penis shuddered its way in and out of the abyss that cleft it. 'Hands off!' she snapped.
'I- I'm just trying to lift them offffffff...' But it was too late. Tolliver was spending yet more seed all over the place again, most of it getting onto Bronagh's breasts and face.
A bump in the ground beneath sent Bronagh flying backwards onto the sofa once more. The loud commotion of the church hall riot was now faded to silence, and all they could hear was the clatter of the carriage wheels on the dusty ground below.
Then, a small clank, hiss, and click, and a dim, softly flickering orange light flooded the carriage. Bronagh could see again. Tolliver's hand was on a switch on the carriage wall, the light was coming from some kind of unusual lamp on the ceiling. His erection towered from his groin. The unexpected second bosom-fornication had clearly left his need for expenditure unresolved, and it stood erect, spluttering and recoiling like a headless chicken.
Bronagh's hands flew to her bouncing bare chest, and instantly flew away as her fingers slapped the vast puddles of wet seed that coated both bountiful globes. 'You pig!' she said. 'You've got it all over me!'
Tolliver rose unsteadily to his feet in the moving carriage, took a cloth from a desk to his left, and threw it to Bronagh. 'Cover them up please, Miss Kelly,' he said. 'I can't look at them without... without...'
'Without what, exactly?' said Bronagh suspiciously, and thrust forth her bare, pink melon-sized breasts in defiance, letting the rocking of the carriage send them into rhythmic undulations.
Tolliver's eyes glazed over as they landed on those marvellous mammaries, and his penis strained forwards.
'Oh go on, finish yerself off,' Bronagh said with a roll of her own eyes.
With a nervous smile, Tolliver advanced on her, and, steadying himself against the wall, plunged his erection between her jouncing puppies. Within moments he was finally purging himself fully, this time in long, slow, flowing issuances.
Bronagh wondered if this was a commonplace way for men to relieve their urges, and if her own sexual existence with Donald, once upon a time, had been in some way abnormal. He had done her between the legs and taken very little interest in the rest of her body. She had always found the experience rather uncomfortable, painful sometimes, and so Tolliver's preference, strange and bewildering though these circumstances were, struck her as something of a pleasant alternative.
Tolliver stumbled back onto his chair with a sleepy smile. 'Thank-you,' he said. 'Now, please, if you wouldn't mind...' He gestured towards Bronagh's nudity whilst half-averting his eyes.
Bronagh placed the cloth over her bosom, feeling it adhere to her skin by the sheer volume of sticky effluvium that Tolliver had freshly deposited all over its surface. The carriage still hurtled through the evening with seeming autonomy. 'Where are you taking me?' she said, raising a feisty copper eyebrow.
Tolliver raised a finger. 'Rescuing, Miss Kelly,' he said emphatically. 'I rescued you.'
'I didn't need rescuing,' Bronagh said with a proud sniff. 'You, sir, have kidnapped me, violated me...'
'That mob of harpies would have skinned you alive!' Tolliver insisted. He seemed highly offended by the suggestion of impropriety. 'I would sooner have left you at the mercy of the Apache natives than to let those scorned womenfolk get their claws into you.'
Bronagh said nothing. Her bosom heaved and meandered under the cloth.
Tolliver continued. 'I was going to suggest we let the horses take us around the district until we can be certain that we've not been followed, then I'll take you back to your residence, or wherever you would rather be.'
Bronagh thought of home, of Donald, probably still out cold on the kitchen floor. She never wanted to return there again. But, the other hand, what choice did she have? Donald was all she had.
'Of course,' said Tolliver, clearly sensing her hesitancy. 'You would be most welcome to lie low with me, until such time as...'
'I shall not lie with you, Doctor Tolliver,' Bronagh bridled. 'You have had your dirty way with me quite enough now.'
'Lie low is a turn of phrase, Madam. I just mean to hide for as long as is needed for the animus against you to subside.'
'Where are we now?' Bronagh changed the subject slightly to give herself time to contemplate her scant options.
Tolliver rose, clutching a leather strap on the wall to steady himself, and consulted a circular opening in the wooden console that stretched most of the length of the cabin. The panel 'Here, see for yourself,' he said.
Bronagh likewise rose from the chaise longue and stumbled across the small, rapidly jerking room to join Doctor Tolliver at the console. Beneath the circular opening was a glass compass, and beneath that a parchment map of the Cannon Town environs scrolled diagonally at a steady rate, lit dimly from beneath. They had already travelled a considerable distance due north-east, almost as far as the river.
'How is the map doing that?' Bronagh asked. She had never seen anything quite like it.
'Gyroscopes, magnets,' Tolliver said with modest vagueness. 'Anyhow, what I suggest is that we-'
The carriage hit a pothole big enough to throw Bronagh backwards across to the other side of the carriage, where her posterior hit another wooden panel. This one flipped upwards, spring-loaded, ejecting Bronagh back to her feet, and the device began to tinkle a loud, raucous, and fiendishly fast ragtime melody. Bronagh turned in fright to see that it was a miniature player piano, the keys moving with the same eerie sentience that seemed to be propelling the carriage.
Almost instantly, a shot rang out, a bullet splintering the door just behind Tolliver's head.
'Dammit!' Tolliver hissed. 'You've blown our cover! They must have been on our trail all of this time!'
'How was I supposed to know that was a pianoforte!' Bronagh protested over the incongruous whimsy of the herky-jerky musical accompaniment.
Tolliver slammed the device shut and kicked its underside to silence it, then yanked a rolling screen of grey galvanised rubber over the back door just in time for another bullet to crack through the door and leave a deep indentation in it. 'Bullet-proof enough for now,' he muttered, then returned his attention to the ingenious magically scrolling map. He turned to Bronagh. 'Down periscope!'
'Down what now?' Bronagh just heard gibberish.
Tolliver let out a strange noise of exasperation, reached up, and yanked down from the carriage ceiling a telescopically-mounted brass cylinder, handles on either side and rubberised goggles between them. 'Look to see how many there are!'
Only just managing to keep up with this endless succession of alarming developments, Bronagh positioned herself before the periscope goggles and raised her hands to the levers that protruded either side of it. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the view, but she found herself confronted with the view out front. Two horses below, the sun setting over the river beyond. 'W-we're nearly at the river!' she reported.
'I know that!' Tolliver snapped. 'You're looking the wrong way!'
Bronagh began to rotate the brass cylinder by its handles just as Tolliver stood to help her by rotating her by what turned out to be her own "handles", which, the cloth having unstuck itself and flopped to the floor, found themselves protruding, nude once more, into the path of the Doctor's approaching hands.
'Oh sweet mercy!' Tolliver cried, suddenly no longer his rational self as his fingers sank into the sperm-coated twin prominences of Bronagh's ample womanliness. 'Oh they're magnificent!'
'Keep your mind on the job!' said Bronagh. She tried to jiggle her breasts free of Tolliver's lust-crazed manual attention, but the motion only seemed to elicit moans of erotic indulgence more rasping and guttural than before. He caressed and squeezed in a manner that Bronagh found annoyingly arousing, even in these hectic circumstances. Now was not the time for that warmth to radiate inwards and outwards from her pink nipples.
'Even if I wanted to, I couldn't,' Tolliver cried between moans of bosom-groping ecstasy. 'My hands are stuck on with seed!'
'A likely explanation!' Bronagh spat cynically, then tried to ignore the tender massage her swollen breasts were receiving and, now rotated by one hundred and eighty degrees to the aft, looked through the goggles. 'Two of them on horseback!' she said, describing the sight of the retreating landscape and the Cannon Town cowgirls. 'No, three! But only one armed.'
'Very good,' Tolliver managed to say in his chest-induced blissful state. Grabbing Bronagh's breasts more firmly, he steered her back round to face the direction of rapid transit.
Bronagh's eyes froze open at the view through the periscope visor. The river shore was approaching at a shocking rate. 'We're going to hit the water any moment now!' she yelled. Another bullet hit the back of the carriage, but the prospect of drowning did not appeal any more greatly than that of being shot dead. 'The horses will veer one way, left or right, along the shoreline, will they not? They won't just go straight toward the water, correct?'
Tolliver avoided the question. 'My hands are still stuck to your magnificent bosoms, Miss Kelly,' he said. If it was a contrived lie fabricated in order to have his continued way with said bosoms, it was a poorly-timed occasion to do so, and so Bronagh was inclined to believe him. Tolliver continued to address her from below. 'I need you to reach up and pull down the lever above you, to the right of the periscope shaft.'
Bronagh, eyes glued to the hurtling view before her eyes as firmly as Doctor Tolliver's hands were glued to her chest, reached up with her right hand and fumbled above her until she found a stout wooden lever aligned horizontally with the carriage roof.
'That's the one,' Tolliver said, gripping Bronagh's breasts for dear life.
'You want me to pull it now?'
'Wait as late as you can before we hit the water.'
'Hit the water? This is a horse-drawn carriage, Doctor Tolliver, not a steamboat! We're seconds away from drowning!'
'Pull it!'
Bronagh yanked the lever, and to her surprise she saw the two horses' harnesses detach themselves. At the shoreline the horses veered to either side along the towpath, and for the first time Bronagh perceived that they were heading towards a strangely-shaped jetty of sorts that extended into the river.
But her view out the front of the impending catastrophe was cut short by Doctor Tolliver pulling her down by her breasts until his crouching body shielded her from impact.
An almight crash as the carriage collided with the strangely-shaped jetty, an almight splash as the carriage floor below them hit the water, the crack of another bullet against the rear door, and Bronagh, overwhelmed beyond the ability to remain conscious any longer, dropped her head against Doctor Tolliver's broad chest, and fainted. | literotica |
Title: Double Trouble Ch. 02
Tags: apartment
John awoke in darkness.
For the first moment all he knew was that he was thirsty and needed to piss, but he didn't know where he was. Looking around in the dark room he spied the glowing digital alarm clock beside the bed. Its large numbers read 2:08 AM. Then he felt Robin sleeping quietly beside him.
That was when he realized where he was. He must have gone to sleep soon after coming. That would mean it must be Saturday morning, as their date had been on a Friday night. It had turned out better than he had imaged it could.
Smiling to himself, John quickly recalled the layout of Robin's apartment and rolled out of the bed. He was totally naked but he knew that Robin was the only one who would see him. He wasn't planning on going out onto the balcony for all of Denver to see him. Of course, they were on the fifth floor and there were no tall buildings nearby, so he would probably have gone unnoticed even if he had gone out there.
The air was cool on his skin as he stepped to a door that he figured must be a second way into the bathroom he had discovered earlier. He went inside. Closing the door and turning on the light he was temporarily blinded, so he calmly waited for his eyes to adjust. He discovered that it was the bathroom after all. He pissed as quietly as he could before flushing the toilet and washing his hands.
When he shut off the light and stepped back into the bedroom he noticed that Robin hadn't stirred. She looked so beautiful, her freckled face relaxed in sleep. John then realized that he was thirsty and so decided to head for the kitchen he had noticed earlier.
He stepped to the closed door of the bedroom, realized that she must have closed it before going to sleep herself. Silently opening the door, John slipped into the dining room and closed the door behind him. The moonlight filtered through the balcony curtain casting a blue glow on the darkened dining room.
He could see that the door to the other bedroom was closed and the kitchen had no doorway at all. Padding across the hardwood floor he passed the dining room table. John entered the kitchen and turned on the light.
Once again, he had to wait for his eyes to adjust. Opening the refrigerator he found a pitcher of orange juice. Retrieving a glass from a random cabinet he poured himself a glass and drained it before pouring him a second.
The date with Robin had been planned of weeks and he had never imagined she would fuck him so readily. She had put him off and made him wait for a ling time. Maybe that was part of her plan. He would have to find out but he suspected that she put him off to create urgency within him. Either that or she dated lots of guys and had finally managed to fit him into her busy schedule. He dismissed the thought as probably too close to the truth.
Finishing his second glass of juice John rinsed it and put it in her sink. He felt much better. Turning off the light, John started back across the dining room when he heard a sound coming from the other bedroom.
The sound startled him, as it seemed vaguely human. Robin had never mentioned a roommate so he figured it must be a burglar. Great, a burglar and here he was completely naked. Though John was in someone else's apartment he was not a coward. The thought of a burglar made him angry.
Grabbing the closest heavy object, which happened to be a small marble statue of a dolphin, John stepped up to the door. He detected a soft light coming form under the door, the carpet under his feet hiding nearly all of it. As quietly as he could, John turned the knob and pushed the door open.
The room was bathed in a soft white light coming from a bedside lamp. The covers of the bed were thrown to the floor and in the center of the bed was a nude blonde woman. She was lying on her back with her eyes tightly shut and her legs spread wide. Her left hand was pinching and rubbing at her nipples while her right hand fucked a large plastic cock in and out of her pussy.
John's cock rose to full attention as he stared at the unexpected erotic sight. The woman's face was long and lean, a sexual snarl contorting her thin lips. Her body was long and thin, a little too thin. Her hair was straight, blonde, and nearly three feet long as it splayed out on the bed about her head. Her breasts were small, their hard nipples a deep red, and her ribs were clearly visible as she breathed hard and fast. Her clean-shaven cunt was spread before John's view, her thin legs reaching toward the ceiling. The lips of her pink pussy were stretched tight about the huge phallus as she slowly pumped herself with it.
John gasped sharply at the highly arousing sight. He was completely surprised and caught off guard. This was the last thing he had expected to see when he opened the door.
The woman opened her eyes and looked directly at John, a shocked expression on her face.
"Who are you?" they asked each other simultaneously.
"I live here," the woman answered first as she quickly withdrew the plastic cock from her cunt, which made a sexy slurping sound. He put one arm across her tits and, dropping the dildo on the bed beside her, she used her other hand to cover her shaved pussy with her other hand. "Who the fuck are you?"
He didn't try to cover himself or avert his eyes from her naked body; though somewhere in the back of him mind he knew he should. That same voice also told him to back away, close the door, and let her get dressed. But, that voice was not nearly loud enough to tear John's attention away from staring at her. "You're Robin's roommate? She never mentioned a roommate," John tried to explain.
"You're Robin's date? You must be John," she said, beginning to relax.
"Yes, I'm John," he confirmed, oblivious to his rock-hard cock thrusting proudly from his groin and pulsing strongly. "John Parker."
"I guess you thought I was a criminal," she said, gesturing toward the dolphin statue in his hand. The gesture re-exposed her small tits to his hungry gaze.
"Yes," he replied, setting the statue down on her makeup table. "Sorry."
"That's okay," she smiled, relaxing a little more. "Robin is forgetful sometimes. Why don't you close the door so we don't wake her up?"
John closed the door and turned back to the woman. She was now sitting up in the bed, her hands no longer hiding herself from him at all. The smell of sex filled the room and John's senses. His cock had not flagged in the least.
"Hi John, I'm Angela Sutherland," she said formally, extending her hand to him.
John stepped up to the bed and shook her hand awkwardly. "Nice to meet you, Angela," he said. Her hand was damp with her own cunt juice. He automatically pulled his hand up to his nose before he realized what he was doing. The aroma made his cock pulse even more strongly.
"Sorry about that," she said, smiling at him.
Beginning to regain his senses, John said "I'm sorry; I never would have intruded on your privacy if I would have known Robin had a roommate."
"Well, I'm sorry if I startled you. I got in half an hour ago. My date didn't work out and I was a little hot," she explained.
"'A little hot'? What would you do if you had been really hot?" John asked, his words coming out of his mouth before he could even think about what he was saying.
"I'm getting hotter by the minute," she relied, her clear blue eyes sparkling.
"I-" he began but his words got lost in his throat as Angela reached out, grabbed his hard cock with both hands, leaned forward, and sank her mouth down around his stiff pole.
He couldn't believe what was happening. He knew there was a distinct possibility that he could wake up at any moment because things like this never happened to him. He realized somewhere in the back of his mind that he shouldn't let this happen because he was still on a date with Robin. But, like the voice earlier, it was really far in the back of his mind and didn't manage to come to the surface. Getting laid had been the focus of his life for so long that any sort of monogamous thoughts required a different way of thinking. He was unprepared to shift his thinking toward anything different at two in the morning.
"Oh God," he exclaimed, as her thin lips began to travel along his inflamed dick. John completely gave in to the moment. He reached down and began caressing Angela's small tits, the nipples as hard as pebbles, as she sucked on his cock with increasing ferocity.
"Your cock tastes so good," she said; pausing to take a breath, before sucking his prick back into her wet mouth.
John realized that it probably still tasted like Robin's juices, but he didn't mention that. Instead he responded by saying, "Your hair is so beautiful." He gathered her hair together in one of his hands while the other continued to please her nipples. He gently tugged on her hair, guiding her head's speed as it bobbed over his cock. She moaned her approval as she sucked even harder on his column of flesh.
John had fucked Robin just a few hours before so, he realized, his cock was now going to be able to fuck for a long time. The pleasure Angela's mouth was giving him was enormous but he could take much more than that before coming. He smiled to himself.
Angela's thin lips didn't hinder her from giving John a highly energetic and sexy blowjob. She reached around him and grabbed his ass with both hands. As he guided her by his hand in her hair she guided him by her hands on his ass. She sucked and licked tirelessly, pulling more and more of his cock into her face.
Suddenly Angela pulled her mouth from his dick, pulled her hair free from his hand, and got on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. She turned around and presented her ass to him. She looked over her shoulder at him and whispered, "Fuck me, John."
John didn't hesitate. He mounted the bed on his knees, his cock pulling him forward with a will of its own. Angela's ass swayed seductively before him. Her cunt lips were spread wide and glistening with her juices. The insides of thighs were soaked.
Moving forward on his knees, John pressed the head of his cock to the opening of he pussy and easily sank the entire length of his big cock into her cunt in one motion. This surprised John, because he would have thought that a woman as thin as her would have a tighter pussy. Then again, he reasoned, it was probably because she was so wet.
Angela gasped in pleasure at the entry of his pussy-stretching tool. "God, yes," she said.
John held himself motionless inside of her, relishing the feeling of her velvet cunt wrapped around his prick. Without waiting for him, Angela began rocking back and forth, stroking her pussy over his cock. Within seconds she was slamming her whole body back against his motionless hips.
Once again, John gathered her hair together in his hand. Her hair was so long that it covered her entire back and ass. He wrapped the hair around his hand to get a good grip.
Feeling her hair pulled tight she bent her head down and said, "Pull me onto your cock."
Without hesitation he began pulling hard on her hair, helping her impale herself on his spike. The slapping sounds of the fuck increased as John began moving his hips forward to increase the impact. Her firm ass barely jiggled above his tool. He could feel his balls slapping against her clit on each stroke.
Angela began to grunt as her orgasm neared. Her pussy was traveling along his prick at a blistering pace but the cunt juice, which was dripping onto the bed below their thrusting bodies, was more than enough to protect them from the brutal friction. The slapping sounds filled the room.
Her grunting became so loud that John was beginning to worry that they might wake up Robin, thoughts of her making their way to the front of his mind. He didn't really want to be caught fucking his date's roommate no matter how it had happened. "Keep it down," he breathed. "We don't want to be interrupted."
Angela quit grunting, reached forward, and gripped the headboard in her hands. She dropped her head low and using all of the strength in her lean body she slammed herself back onto his cock over and over. John had loosened the tautness of her hair in his fist and was just concentrating on not getting knocked off the bed.
She began a low moan as her cunt muscles began rippling and her fuck-juice flowed freely from her pussy, coating John's balls and her legs. She never stopped slamming her body back against his, engulfing his big cock in her hungry fuck-hole again and again. The sloshing and sucking sounds of a very wet cunt fucking a wet shaft filled the room.
Angela's moan continued as she began to lose strength in her arms and legs. John took up some of the slack by again pulling her by her hair onto his prick and moving his hips forward. Finally, consumed by her orgasm, Angela collapsed onto her face, her ass high in the air.
Immediately, John took over. He released her hair, leaned forward, and began fucking her spasming cunt with all of his might. If she were finally having an orgasm he was going to make it as powerful as he could. Gripping her hips in his hands he propelled his hips forward, his abdomen slapping her ass loudly.
"I'm coming so good," she said, interrupting her moan to gasp for air.
Angela again began grunting with each impact of his cock in her cunt as her first orgasm finally began to subside. "You...are a...great...fuck," she told him between grunts.
"You are phenomenal," he told her as he slowed his strokes into her body.
"Really?" she asked as she rose once again to her hands and began pumping her pussy over his prick. She was using her cunt muscles to milk his cock as she stroked it with her body movements.
"Hell, yes," he said, feeling as if her cunt was trying to draw his cum from his balls. "You keep that up and I'm gonna come."
"That's the plan," she replied.
John, leaning forward, reached down under the fulcrum of her slim hips and found her clit with his fingers. He began rubbing it as the cunt above milked his cock. His fingers were soon soaked in the juices running out of her pussy.
Angela squealed loudly at the unexpected pleasure filling her body. "Oh, yes," she encouraged him, working her cunt muscles with even more determination.
John wanted to give her another orgasm before she drained him dry. He worked his fingers against her clit as skillfully as her pussy worked on his rod. "Your cunt feels so good around my cock," he told her.
"You're gonna make me come again," she said in amazement as his fingers played her clit expertly.
Realizing that both of their orgasms were close John released her clit, hooked his hands unto the fulcrum of her hips, and began pounding his cock into her cunt with all his strength. Once again the slapping sounds filled the air. They were both covered with sweat but they barely noticed.
"You're gonna do it," she said, rubbing her own clit below his thrusting shaft with one of her hands. "I'm gonna come."
"Here I come," he told her as the cum blasted from his cock. The orgasm bathed John's body in warmth. He slammed his cock deep inside of her and held it there as he came.
As soon as his hot cum hit her pussy walls, Angela began to moan. Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably as her orgasm overcame her and she completely collapsed onto the bed. "Oh fuck," she shouted in pleasure.
John kept his cock motionless, embedded deep inside of her. He emptied his balls into her. She continued to moan and her cunt muscles milked the cum from his cock mercilessly.
After a few moments John's cock, satisfied, began to deflate inside of Angela. Drained completely, John pulled out of Angela's still-grasping fuck-hole. "You are amazing," he said.
"So are you," she replied with a sigh.
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John was awakened by Robin's hand gently shaking his shoulder. He had crept back into her bedroom and slept like the dead. He saw no signs that she had stirred while he had been gone.
"Wake up, lover boy," she whispered. "Breakfast is almost ready."
Opening his eyes John could see that sunlight was streaming into the room through the open door. The clock read 9:05 AM. Robin had dressed in a short pink silk robe, her long red hair damp and stringy about her freckled face. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "You can wash up in the bathroom through that door. Oh and here's a robe for you."
John sat up and put the robe on as Robin left the room. The robe was black with blue trim. Well, at least it wasn't pink, he thought.
John made his way to the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth with the toothbrush Robin had set out for him he thought about everything that had happened to him in the last twelve hours. He could hardly believe it had all happened to him in one night. Not only did his date go so well that he stayed the night but he had also fucked her roommate. Angela wasn't quite as pretty as Robin but she fucked like a pro. So, in John's mind they were about even.
Now all he had to do was be sure that Robin didn't find out. If she knew what he had done he would be driving back home within minutes. That is, if she didn't cut his dick off first. She hadn't actually said anything that would remotely be considered a threat like that, but what woman would be okay with what he had done?
As John looked himself over he could feel Angela's juice still lingering on his cock. He started the shower after finding some towels. He dropped the robe on the floor and stepped in.
John quickly showered, the water stinging his skin with its heat as if to chastise him for his behavior the night before. He made sure all evidence got washed away with the soap and water. He felt dirty and guilty in the harsh light of day. Well, he reasoned, what's done is done and now he had to concentrate on damage control.
When finished John turned off the water. Toweling himself dry he decided that he felt much better, albeit undeservedly. He still didn't know what he was going to do about Robin and Angela but his guilt was easing.
Picking the robe off the floor and pulling it on, he ventured out into the living room. The curtain hiding the balcony had been pulled back, revealing that the balcony was large with a table and four chairs. The morning sun was visible as it rose over the skyscrapers of downtown Denver. He smelled eggs and bacon cooking the kitchen. Robin was sitting in a chair on the balcony while Angela cooked breakfast.
John stepped out into the cool morning air and sat at the small table next to Robin. His wet hair quickly grew cold, drying quickly. "This is a great view," he said.
"Yes it is," Robin replied. "Make you feel good to be alive. The air smells much cleaner this high up."
"It sure does," John agreed as Angela stepped onto the balcony balancing a huge tray of food.
Placing the plates of food and glasses of milk and juice in front of John and Robin, Angela took her seat on the other side of John. He was hemmed in, as his chair was away from the door. All of the chairs were arranged to look out over the balcony.
"I hope you like it," Angela said to John.
"Oh, John," Robin said, "You haven't met my roommate, Angela."
"No," he replied, lying.
"Angela this is John. John, this is my roommate Angela," Robin continued.
Then Angela said, "John and I met at about two this morning."
"Really?" Robin asked, a look of confusion on her freckled face.
John wanted to crawl away but there was nowhere to go. He couldn't believe Angela had admitted that. A slow panic began to build inside of him.
"Yes. I got in late and he caught me with Fred," she confessed.
"You were fucking that dildo again?" Robin asked.
Angela nodded.
"So I take it the date didn't go well," Robin surmised.
"No it didn't. What a loser! So, I got home and start working with Fred. Then John walked right in on me. I thought you had sent him, but he thought I was a burglar. Anyway, I was so hot that I fucked him right there. He was good, too," Angela confessed happily as she munched on a slice of bacon.
Robin gave John an icy look.
He wanted to die. "Robin, I--," he started and then stopped himself. "It happened so fast," he said.
"It wasn't that fast," Angela laughed. "He lasted long enough for me to come twice."
"Twice?" Robin asked John, irritated. "I only came once. And I come more easily that she does."
Was she really more upset about that? "You teased me all night," John weakly explained, looking for a way out of the confusing situation. "I couldn't hold back as long." As soon as he said it he knew that blaming Robin was probably not the right approach to take.
The balcony fell silent as Robin and Angela looked at him. He couldn't read their expressions but he knew it couldn't be good. He gave up trying to explain and waited meekly for the verdict. He had a feeling it wasn't going to be a good one.
"Has he squirmed enough?" Angela asked Robin.
Nodding mostly to herself Robin said, "John, I don't mind."
"What?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"Angela and I have no problem with sharing. We came to an understanding long ago, after we stopped being rivals and became friends," she explained, smiling at Angela.
Angela smiled back at her.
"I was planning to introduce you to her today and encourage you to fuck her if she liked you," she continued. "You should have been honest with me."
John knew at that moment where he had screwed up. If he had just kept his mouth shut everything would have been okay. Trying to be optimistic that there still might be a way to salvage the situation he simply said, "I'm sorry."
"Well, you're a guy," Robin said. "So, I'm going to let it go this time." Then she looked at him sternly in the eyes and said, "Just never lie to me again. Okay?"
John nodded, swallowing hard. His hope was beginning to rise again. Maybe he had dodged a bullet this time.
Robin leaned forward and gave John a quick kiss. Her lips were soft and warm in the cool air. She smelled fresh and clean.
"Great, let's eat," Angela said energetically.
Too amazed and relieved to say anything, John ate breakfast. It was cooked to perfection, even if it had gotten a little cold while the women were making him squirm. He knew they were studying him and communicating silently to each other. He pretended to be oblivious to all that, having learned his lesson.
After finishing breakfast Robin gathered the dishes together. Then she got up, walked around the table and back into the apartment, taking the dishes with her to the kitchen. Angela and John were left alone on the balcony.
"I'm sorry I helped Robin make you squirm like that," Angela said. "I was really hot last night but I thought you knew that Robin wouldn't have been upset if you would have told her what happened."
"I didn't know that," he said as Robin came back onto the balcony.
Sitting down in her chair Robin glanced at Angela and then looked at John. Robin's green eyes shown bright and clear in the morning light as she asked, "John, would you like to stay with us for the weekend?"
"Yes, very much so," he confessed.
"Good. We want you here, but there are some ground rules we operate by. If you can't abide by them then you had better leave," Robin warned.
"What are they?" he asked warily. He didn't know what to expect, but he was very glad they were giving him another chance.
"Angela and I share our men," Robin explained.
"Yep," Angela agreed.
John had already surmised that much. He didn't have any problem with being shared, he said to himself. He was just wanting for the big 'but'. There was always a big 'but'.
"There is no jealously," Robin continued. "You can have both of us and anyone else you want but you can't be jealous or possessive. Those are negative emotions and we don't want them around us. You have to be honest with us about who you're fucking and we'll be honest with you about who we're fucking. Since we will share you with each other, and anyone else, then you have to be willing to share us with other men."
After a moment's thought John admitted, "That won't be easy. I might be afraid that I'd lose you to some other guy. And if I fuck someone else I'd be afraid of hurting your feelings."
"Our feelings won't be hurt unless you lie to us," Robin said. "As for losing us...you don't own us. Take us as we are or leave us. And just so you know, we do want you to stay."
John thought quickly. "Then I agree, for however long you want me around," he decided. It was better to have them for a while than not at all, he reasoned. He liked these women. He didn't know how he felt about them being with other men, but he'd deal with that later, if necessary.
"Alright," Angela shouted. "Let's celebrate," she said as she rolled out of her chair and got down on her knees in front of John.
Robin stood up and pulled the table away. She stepped up next to Angela and knelt down beside her. The balcony was covered with an all-weather carpet and so was gentle on their knees.
Angela opened John's robe and stared at his slowly rising cock. The cold air did nothing to encourage it to grow as he pushed his chair back and perched himself on its edge. He knew exactly what was about to happen.
Angela took his cool expanding tool into her mouth, slurping the whole thing up in one motion. Robin bent low under Angela and began licking at his tight balls. John's pubic hair tickled her nose. These women definitely worked together, John thought.
John groaned at the sudden warmth that surrounded his cock. His prick quickly expanded and hardened inside Angela's mouth until she was no longer able to keep the whole thing into her mouth. His balls pulled up as Robin's licking made them wet, which quickly cooled in the crisp air.
Angela sucked hard on his cock as she slowly pulled her head back sending ripples of pleasure through his body. At the same time, Robin began taking his balls, each in turn, into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around them until they grew warm and began to tingle with mounting pleasure.
"I'm the luckiest man alive," he moaned. He really meant it. This kind of thing never happened to him.
"You better believe it," Robin said, pausing in sucking his balls, as Angela sucked his dick back into her mouth again.
Angela's blowjob was making sexy sucking noises as she sucked hard on his cock, still pulling her mouth up slowly and plunging down hard. His shaft was tingling at her agonizingly slow attack on his prick. It was such a sweet agony though.
When Angela began bobbing her head faster on his cock, Robin wrapped her hand around the base of shaft where Angela's lips couldn't reach. Robin moved her fist along his cock in time to Angela's blowjob while her lips and tongue continued to stimulate his balls. She had a tight grip.
Looking down, John could see Angela's thin lips clamping firmly about his hard cock while Robin looked up at him from below his balls, her hand hiding her face on every down stroke. He moaned in pleasure as he felt his cock and balls begin to tingle more urgently. "I'm gonna come," he announced.
The two women began working even harder on his cock and balls. Angela sped up her sucking to such a blistering pace that Robin had to stop stroking his prick and simply hold it still to avoid slowing Angela down. Robin began kneading and gently squeezing his balls in her mouth.
"Here it comes," John groaned.
Robin released his balls with her mouth, only to replace it with one of her warm hands as he came. The first wad of cum raced up his shaft and blasted the back of Angela's mouth, coating her throat in its warmth. Then the second wad coated her tongue as she pulled halfway off his coming cock.
Angela pulled her mouth off his prick, the third blast catching her on the cheek. Robin clamped her lips around the head of his cock before another drop was spilled. She kneaded his nuts in her hand and stroked his shaft as he spilled his remaining load into her mouth.
Both women swallowed lustily, savoring his essence. When his cock was drained Robin pulled her mouth off of his limp phallus and kissed Angela. Their cum-drenched tongues toyed with each other as they slowly caressed John's legs and each other.
"You two sure know what you're doing," John breathed as he leaned back, trying to catch his breath in the warming morning air.
They broke their kiss and turned to look up at him. "We know," they said in unison smiling at him, their mouths now clean of his cum. | literotica |
Title: Redwoods by Whyte Yote
Tags: Bear, Cub, Exhibitionism, Generation Gap, Incest, M/M, Masturbation, Paws, Voyeurism
"Lookit! There, do you see it?"
"No, I can't!"
"Right *there*! Right in front of us!"
I strain to see out the windshield, following my father's pointing finger into the dark woods all around us. At first, all I can see are trees, trees and more trees. But as my eyes adjust, the lumbering shape rolling across the road just ahead of us turns into a black bear, a small one, racing for the opposite shoulder and the safety of the woods there. It doesn't look much like me, or Dad, but then again, we're the brown kind.
"Holy God," I mutter, sounding much older than my thirteen years. "That's so cool!" I watch until the animal disappears from view, on with its life as we'll get on with ours. Just then I remember that my camera, the disposable, is sitting on the dash right in front of me, wedged up against the glass. It's way too late now. It was the first feral bear I ever saw in real life, but it probably won't be the last. I sigh and sit back, adjusting the belt over my belly and return to enjoying the scenery.
For some reason, I always pictured California as this vast desert, with rolling sands and brush and cacti with Los Angeles in the middle. Don't ask me why; geography is one of my best subjects at school and I really should know better, but when you're a child of the media as much as, if not more than, the real world, you can't help but form opinions based on what you see on the television.
Coming from Nebraska, instead of taking Interstate 80 the whole way over (which I hear is mostly a boring drive), we veered north into South Dakota and used I-90 all the way over to Seattle. Montana was a blur because of the unlimited speed, and Dad pushed it too. The big van (brand-spanking new; this was its maiden voyage) got up and went, but petered out around 90 because the computer cut in. This thing had everything! All leather, lots of wood and tons of cupholders, rear seat radio, a TV and VCR, and a rear bench that folded down into a bed. Dad bought it just before Memorial Day, picking me up from our neighborhood pool and surprising me something fierce. I, of course, agreed wholeheartedly to the trip, being as we didn't spend much time together anyway. I knew Mom didn't have the bladder for it, and my five-year-old sister was, well, five. But mostly I was excited because I'd never been out west and Dad wanted to take me to all the cool places he'd already been to and wanted to show me.
Dad, like most fathers I think, has a hard time showing love and emotion. Always quick to criticize and never satisfied, you know? I'm one of those kids who spends most of their childhoods trying to please Father only to realize later on that there is no way they could...but they're better for the trying. He doesn't tell me he loves me very often, but I know he does. He has a good job, and he tries to make up for it with extravagant birthdays and Christmases. That kind of happiness is short-lived, though, and out of all the gifts I received I still have maybe one or two. Â
But this vacation is different. Yes, it's the same kind of "I love you, see?" splurge, but it involves actually spending time with the guy. In the same vehicle for hours upon hours. Maybe talking about stuff too. That's cool.
"Maybe I shoulda hit 'em, so we could take him home and put him up above the fireplace," Dad says. I know he's kidding; all the same, that kind of humor would get us killed around my mother.
"Oh yeah, Mom would love that," I reply as we break through a stand of trees into a bright, sun-drenched meadow. I grab my sunglasses from the visor and shield myself. Â
"I don't know, it might be worth it to see the look on her face." He's quiet for a moment before he chuckles deeply within his gut, which stretches almost all the way to the steering wheel, little patches of fur poking out. I can't help but smile.
We rumble down the road, going a little slower than the speed limit. In Oregon we left the interstate and drove across to US-1, the Pacific Coast Highway. It was just too beautiful to speed through on our way to San Francisco. We won't make it there today anyway, so what's the point? Â
Things got even slower when we detoured through Redwoods National Park, the one with the tallest trees in the world. And I mean *tallest*! We were driving between these giant trunks, and when we finally got out to take a look I almost fell over, the canopy was so high. I'm used to water towers being the tallest things in my neighborhood, and those look like they're always so close to falling on you. That's what these trees were like. Once Dad reminded me of my camera, I was shooting away at everything I could find.
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The van didn't come with a CD player, so Dad had a changer installed in the back where I usually like to sit. He'd also bought a bunch of CDs to try out in it, including the Time Life collection of Sixties hits by the original artists. Ever since I was a little kid I've loved those songs, and I wouldn't have it any other way. We listen to Oldies, singing along as California slips by under our wheels. Â
After about an hour things settle down to a comfortable silence, save for the music, which was turned way down. I read a little, peeking up every now and again from my book to see if the scenery changed at all. Dad will usually point out interesting things along the road, but even he's quiet. I can't help the yawn that creeps up from my diaphragm and opens my mouth wide. Â
"You can take a nap in the back if you want," says Dad, one of his meaty arms patting me on the thigh. "We won't be getting to the campsite for at least another hour." I agree that it's a good idea (while yawning yet again), not considering how insanely dangerous the thing I'm about to do actually is. I wait until we have a good distance of straight road, unhook and recline the seat as far as it will go. With a little help from Dad, I tumble head over heels and land on my tail behind the first row. Here there are two captain's chairs, identical to the ones up front, with the bench behind. Â
I settle into the luxurious leather cushions, overstuffed with those little buttons that like to collect dirt and pocket garbage. Scenery rushes past the window in an ever-changing pattern of sun to shade and back again, and I scoot over to the right to watch it all go by. I like moments like these; it's a time between sleeping and activity, a time of just being neutral and quiet and passive on purpose while the world does all the work. Well, and Dad does the driving. Â
Often when I stop moving for any length of time, my system will settle down and I'll start to doze. It's during these times that I will have the most vivid and licentious daydreams, as most thirteen-year-olds are wont to do. I am no exception, and the bench swallows me in as I bask in the sunlight and think about those nasty generic things that young boys think of. Nothing specific at this point in my life--anything and everything gets me horny, it seems--just people and what they looked like naked, pleasuring myself in my bedroom, and walking around hard in public. At least that's what I remember.
Of course, I am aware, on some level, of the sound and motion of the van, the soft music from the twelve speakers scattered around me, and Dad clearing his throat at length. Suffice it to say I wake up (come to, maybe?) when we hit a rather deep hole in a bend, and while stretching realize how hard I am. The feeling is indulgently naughty, pressing my sheath against the tight denim jeans I'm wearing. I know right away that this erection will not go down on its own. Â
I look up into the rearview mirror. Dad is concentrated on the road, as he should be, but I feel the same combination: guilt and also a delicious pervasive arousal, being inappropriate in a place like this, a place so intimate. It does nothing but make me harder and hornier. I can see its incriminating bulge just barely between my thighs, under my belly. Admittedly, I am a miniature version of my dad. We're both chowhounds...and it shows. Blessed with sturdy frames, we've both built respectable bulk, the only difference being the way we carry our weight. Dad's got the belly, like I said, but I have a little bit of that plus the thighs-and-ass combination. It's better on my back, but clothes have always been hard to fit. Â
The darn thing keeps flexing, every time sending small twinges of pleasure through my crotch. I look back at Dad, a furtive, guilty glance. Keep daring him to take his eyes off the road and look at me so I won't be tempted to continue undoing my fly and reaching in to fondle myself. The point of no return is extremely low for me, and once I'm out in the open and the sun hits the side of my shaft, I know there is no way I can avoid taking this to its obvious conclusion. Â
I'll have to jack off in the car with Dad less than ten feet away from me. And I think that's hot as fuck.
I know it...I know, deep down in my rational mind, that there is no way he can see me if I'm close enough to the window. Not unless he can bend his vision around the chair in front of me. My father is an enigmatic guy, and I speculate on his reaction to finding me out. I doubt he would yell at me directly, and spoil the rest of the trip for both of us. A few years ago I discovered how to manipulate my body, and became addicted for a while to the point of not being able to stop once caught. I would flop around on the bed, fully clothed, rubbing my little erection through two layers of fabric. Dad called it "pinging," and to this day I still don't know why. He took a "not with your door open" kind of approach, but that doesn't stop him from not knocking once in a while. But he won't put a lock on the door, no way.
Being the chunky cub I am, my thigh sticks out a little into Dad's field of vision. I look around and pull over a pillow from the other side of the bench, which folds electronically all the way down into a comfortable queen-width bed on which we sleep. I asked about camping for real, but Dad figured it was a lot less trouble (and cheaper, probably) to forgo roughing it for shacking up in the car. It's a compromise that has worked thus far, though six days in I'm just now getting used to his snoring. Â
The pillow is more than sufficient to hide all I need to hide, and so--very surreptitiously--I undo myself all the way and scoot my pants and undies halfway down my legs, keeping them close enough to pull up but allowing my bits full range of motion. I don't get to do this sort of thing often, and being exposed in a public place (relatively) has become a kind of turn-on since I discovered what a turn-on was. One year of Boy Scouting taught me a lot about the social dynamics of pubescent boys, and the thrill of having something in common with my friends, even just showering together, brought my physicality into a new light.
I'm not big by any standards, not yet. In my reclined position, I can look down the length of my belly, just below my apron to my newly-fuzzy mound of a crotch. Where other kids have a flat expanse of fur, I'm puffier and more triangular, bordered by my stomach and thighs. I still have about two inches of cock hidden behind combined baby fat and sheath. Fully hard, I'd say about four inches, slightly narrow with a slight curve up and to the left. I like it. At this point in my life, that's all that matters.
But as I sit, open-legged in front of the window, I stroke with a long, gentle motion, using a light touch so as not to let the contact get sweaty and increase the friction. I can see my reflection in the window as trees gave way to open spaces, a darker version of myself, raunchily revealing his nudity without shame. If we weren't on a two-lane road, I might have second thoughts. Â
And I let my mind wander, as young boys ought to. Sometimes I think the only three things I retain from my childhood are a love for classic cartoons, my falsetto, and an immense imagination. If my brain clammed up like those of most of the people with whom I interact everyday, I think I might have gone insane long ago. I still like, at random moments, to wonder what I would do with ten million dollars, or something ridiculous like that. Makes me feel good, envisioning all the things I want done, done in a flash. But imagination is good for much, much more than thinking rich. It's also about making fantasy out of warnings.
One of the first things I did after joining the Scouts was go to the National Jamboree on the east coast. I realize now that it wasn't the best thing for a Tenderfoot scout to do, having not even completed his first year. But Father, in all his wisdom, insisted, and I wasn't about to skip out on a trip across the country without either parent. Â
During orientation, we were sat in a room with a television up front, on one of those three-tiered rolling racks. It was a video about predators, the Scoutmaster said, but not the kind like wolves and eagles. He cued it up and I watched, enthralled, for the next half hour, as I struggled to hide the strongest, most painfully eager boner I had ever popped. It was geared toward boys and girls, so there were four scenes, two for each gender. The girls I didn't really pay attention to, for whatever reason, but when I was watching what was supposed to be a "bad touch" story, I paid more attention to what they didn't show than the message they were trying to send.
A boy invites his friend for a sleepover. Friend agrees, comes over and drops his bags in the basement. Boy's older brother is there, with a camera and tripod for some inexplicable but obvious reason. Bad dialogue ensues, then older brother suggests they wrestle. Everyone gets undressed to the undies. Friend is hesitant, so while boys wrestle, older brother comes over (after having turned the camera on) and undresses friend, to much resistance. Scene ends with a pile of clothes as it grows bigger with first a T-shirt...then shorts...then briefs. Â
I almost lost it. What were they trying to say, that I *wouldn't* enjoy wrestling like that?
So, back to the present. All of that is going through my head, plus some other choice, if cliché, fantasies. I go next door to help a neighbor clean out his attic, and I'm the chubby kid so I get extra hot and sweaty, so all my clothes have to go in the wash for whatever reason. The species of the guy doesn't matter, as long as he's older and (most of the time) mammalian. I'm in the shower, already kind of nervous-hard from being in an older guy's house naked, when I hear his voice:
"You doing okay in there, sport?"
"Yeah, mister. Thanks for letting me clean up!"
"No prob. Hey, I'm gonna need to jump in for a second. My water bill's pretty high, so I need to conserve when I can."
"Um, okay..." And I turn to the wall as I hear the curtain pull back, to give him room...except he sidles up real close, so close that I can feel his thigh against my side. I try not to look at him, because I'm embarrassed, but he poses the question about washing my back. I nod, watching the wall, and his pawsâ€"big, strong man pawsâ€"start at my neck, kneading and massaging and I'm not nervous anymore at all. His fingers work my muscles nice and slow, so slow in fact that I don't notice them getting lower until they're just above my tail and rump. Then they move fast, into my crack, spreading the cheeks, probing inside my hole...and he leans over me, and I can feel his cock pressed against my spine...
The rest of my fantasy becomes a slideshow of reacharounds, penetration and various other dirty interactions no teenage boy should have with a middle-age man. It doesn't matter, though, because by the time I've worked up to the juicy parts I'm already edging, just waiting to go over. I look to the front of the van to check to see if Dad's looking at me or the road. He's not paying attention, so I tense up and let loose. I try not to make any obvious moves as the cum shoots straight up, comes straight down and puddles over my paw and into my crotch. It's a good amount, the first one today, and the relief is powerful enough to remind me that vacation time is a time of sparse masturbation because of nosy parents. If my mother and sister were on this trip, I might have gone crazy by now. Â
As I look out the window, slowly sliding down from the orgasmic heavens, I experience this feeling of loss. Sure, the climax was awesome, but I just remembered that this trip is my dad's way of showing his love for me. He may be driving me places and paying for stuff, but he's the kind to sit in the van and read the paper while I go skiing for the day, or shuffle through the souvenir shop while I try to get his attention about a neat poster I saw in the corner.
I'm sure you can relate. Â
For being a barely-teenager, I'm pretty perceptive; one of the first things I stored in the van before we left was a cum towel in one of those convenient map pockets next to the window. It's a scrap from an old towel, one with a hot-air balloon pattern that changes colors when you use the other side. From the end of the Eighties. Ugly as sin. But it soaks up spooge pretty good. Clean goes the crotch, and thankfully I didn't get any on my shirt. I have a feeling that Dad would know; I may be young, but I figure everything I'm doing naughty my dad did too at my age. Maybe more, I don't know.
I think about asking how long until we get to our stop for the night, but I really don't want to bother Dad and his driving. He's got a Platters disc in the player and he's kind of zoned out, so I reach across to the other side of the bench and grab my best friend, Rand McNally. I don't see why so many people complain about maps; they're really easy to read if you know what you're doing. Look up the state you're in, watch the signs for the highway and exit number, and read the little mileage markers. Some people think that's impossible.
I know we're on the Pacific Coast Highway, California-1, going south. Dad said we'd be stopping at a campground near Point Arena, and we just passed through Rockport. About two hours left to go. The yawn escaping my mouth seems like too much of a coincidence to ignore, and I lean back against the bench to rest my eyes...
...and wake up to Dad calling my name.
"Hey, you need a bathroom break?"Â I look out the window; the sky's gone a little darker and the shadows are long. Â
"How close are we?"
"About thirty minutes. Can you hold on till then?" My dad can hold his bladder as long as he needs to on long car trips, and I've inherited that. Mom can go maybe ninety minutes on hers. Another reason I'm suddenly thankful she's not with us. It would take forever!
"I can hold it," I reply, and Dad nods as he steers us down the road. Where we were surrounded by pine trees before, now it's a little more open with a few fields and even some houses here and there. The light has turned warmer, more orange, and I hope we get to the campground before sunset so I can watch it disappear into the Pacific Ocean for the first time in my life. For now, though, I pull my new copy of *MAD* magazine from my backpack on the floor and entertain myself with mindless humor.
We pull into the gate twenty-five minutes later and Dad pays the park fee; I can barely contain both my excitement and my bladder as we find out which site is ours. The road leading down to the open field is winding and steep and not even paved, and the bouncing doesn't do me any favors. My paw is plastered between my legs, doing that two-fingered ministroke that boys think will help but really doesn't at all. Our campsite, to my joy, is located almost right in the middle of the field, pretty close to where the beach sand becomes loose grass. *I'm going to fall asleep to the ocean tonight!* I think, followed by the thought *Am I going to be able to?* Maybe it'll at least drown out Dad's snoring.
As soon as Dad puts the shift lever into Park, I'm out the door and looking for the nearest latrine or whatever they have out here. I spy a small wooden structure at the edge of the field, where the grass meets the trees and, behind them, the steep face of a cliff. And suddenly the sound of the ocean fills my ears with its constant but gentle roar. I wet myself a little. Not the best memory of my first meeting with the Pacific, but it's kind of funny. The ocean can wait; I run, clamp-legged, across the field and dive into the latrine. Â
All it is, is a crude construction of wood and steel, with PVC pipes leading up and down for ventilation and what they think is plumbing. The urinal is just a piece of curved metal with a drain hole at the bottom. It couldn't have come at a better time; I've got myself unzipped and relieving in no time, leaning against the wall with my eyes closed as I let go. The ocean becomes louder as my stream weakens, suffusing everything with its soothing speech. I can enjoy it now. Â
Dad is making his own way to the latrine as I exit, and he smiles when he sees my relieved expression.
"Better now?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Now what're you gonna do?" I know what Dad's going to do, judging by the copy of *USA Today* he has in his left paw. He'll be a good twenty minutes, the way he does things. Â
"I'm going to see the ocean," I say as we pass each other, after which I strike off at a perpendicular angle. Â
"Don't die," he calls over his shoulder. That's my dad, The Most Concerned Parent Ever. He knows I can take care of myself. Most of the time. Â
For now, though, the beach is calling my name. It's only a hundred yards away, hidden by a few small dunes of sand and tall grasses. I can feel the breeze coming off the waves already, cool and refreshing and smelling not at all like back home. It's wet, but not humid. It's sweet, but not buggy. It's like the smell of nothing, or the smell of the absence of smell. You know what I mean.
By the time I get to the dunes, my shoes are sinking into the sand almost up to the top, so I kick them off and shove my socks inside. The sand retains the heat from the sun, and feels therapeutic after a cramped day in the car. After forty feet or so, the dunes turn more solid, at the high tide line. *Now* it gets cooler...almost cold. When the waves tickle my feet, I bend to pull my jeans up around my knees, and busy myself chasing the water out, only to run back like a fool when the waves come back. From time to time, I'll just look out at the horizon, wondering to myself how there could be so much water in the world. Home isn't on my mind, and school isn't even close to being on the radar. It's just me and the ocean.
I turn around to look for Dad, but I can't see anything over the dunes. The cliffs have taken on a warmer hue with the waning light, the kind of thing you would see on a postcard. I am suddenly taken with the pure beauty of it all, and I do wish I could share it with him. But he would want me to have fun in any case. So I stand there and watch the sun approach the water, growing redder and larger until it starts to flatten out. I pretend the ocean is extinguishing it. I've never seen the sun set over water, until now. Â
I'm so caught up in watching the sun that I fail to notice where I've planted my feet...that is, until a wave crashes hard right under me and dissolves the hard surface on which I'd been standing into a swirling, mushy mess. My feet sink to the ankles before I think to step out and away, and I end up falling over backwards into waist-deep water. Holy God, it's freezing cold! I thought this was supposed to be summertime! Scrambling for purchase, I get back up to find myself soaked from my belly down, and covered in sand. At least I got to see the sunset. Â
When I top the dunes going back (carrying my shoes, because I'm not ruining them with sand), I see Dad sitting in his blue camp chair, still reading the newspaper. I swear, what adults see in those boring things I'll never know.
He looks up when I'm about a hundred feet or so from him, and asks, "You have fun?" Even from this distance, even in the failing light, I can see his expression change. He knows something's up. "What happened to your jeans?"
"Wave hit me," I reply, a little breathless. "It knocked me down. The sand just melted under my feet!" I drop my shoes and socks by the chair and proceed to wipe the sand off. Â
"Bet it was cold, huh?" I nod. "Well, just change into your sweats or something. I'll put those on top of the van so the sun can dry them before we head out tomorrow. Just remember to shake 'em out good." Â
"Okay." I open the side door and throw the latch for the half-door on the other side. You know, the one that makes it easier to get in and out? I sit on the floor between the seats and proceed to...find out that I can't get my pants off. The brand-new jeans, the ones with the fading on the knees that Dad bought at Wal-Mart on our way out of town at the very beginning of this trip. The denim I bunched up to keep the water away, is now shrunken and stiff. I pry at it and tug as hard as I can, but they won't budge. Â
I'm going to have to ask Dad to help! This is so embarrassing!
"Dad?.."
A rustling of papers. "Yeah?"
"I can't get 'em off. They're too wet and they shrank. I need some help." I can almost imagine him sighing as I hear him folding the paper in half, and then pushing himself out of the chair with a not inconsiderable grunt. A moment later he's standing in front of me, looking at me like I was bothering him. Â
"What's going to happen when I'm not there, and your pants are soaked? You can't just ask for help." I know he's trying to make me independent, but it's not getting my pants off. Â
"I'll deal with it if it happens. I can't push the legs down from here." And, with a look of determination a father can't help when he's bending to help his son along the way of life, my father hooks his fingers into the right leg and pulls. I'm surprised he can fit them in there between the material and my calf. It hurts like I imagine a pair of handcuffs would hurt; it bites into my skin and scrapes sand every which way into my fur. Dad buckles down and plants his feet, and pulls harder. My claws clutch at the seat cushions, but they're leather...not very conducive for grip. Â
"Jesus, how did you get 'em so far up?"
"I don't know, I just did!" Dad shakes his head and pulls some more. Sweat is starting to form at the corners of his brow, pricking through wrinkles and his widow's-peak. He pulls so hard he starts to raise my butt off the floor of the van. God, it hurts! I just know I'm going to have welts there for a few days. Â
"Come on!" Dad growls through gritted teeth. He starts to use a back-and-forth motion, like you would if your car was stuck in the snow. I can feel the jeans loosening little by little, and on one final, hard tug, the whole thing comes down, and Dad lands on his butt on the grass. I can't help but giggle at him as I watch from between my legs. "Don't laugh," he says, "you have one leg to go." He stands and comes back at me with renewed vigor, pulling so hard I have to grip the seat with all my might. God, it's like they shrank two sizes in the ocean! They're binding around the calf, and what's worse, around my cock! Â
"Owowow, careful!" I shout, but Dad doesn't go any easier. Two pulls later and they come loose with a wet *schlucking* sound, sending him onto his butt again. It's still funny watching my old, chubby bear of a father fall on his ass, but this time I have to sound concerned. I mean, he just freed me from the Wet Jeans of Doom. But first, I cover up my hardon and close my legs before asking, "You all right?"
Dad stands up and brushes dirt from his pants, then shakes what sand he can out of mine. "Yeah, I'm fine. You won't be able to wear these again until I can get to a laundromat. I'm not getting sand all over this van. You gonna change to some dry underwear, or do you like your ass cold and wet?" I most certainly do *not* like a cold, wet ass, but there's no way I'm going to get naked in front of him and let him see my boner. No fricking way.
"You gotta turn around."
"Fine, just do it quick. It's getting cold out here. I don't want to have to run the heater and waste gas before we go to bed. Hurry up," he says, and turns around. Immediately, I start fishing around in the gigantic suitcase for a dry pair of briefs to replace the soaked ones I have on. I find a pair of maroon ones, rolled up nice and neat, and a moment later I'm naked from the waist down, just two feet from my dad. For a moment I pause, noting the oddly-aroused feeling I get from being so exposed. My little four-incher points at Dad. He has no idea. I grin. I feel powerful. But I get into my dry pair quickly anyway, switching my T-shirt for the way-too-big shirt I wear to bed at home. It comes down to my knees. I wear it every Christmas morning to open presents.Â
"Okay, done," I say, and Dad turns back. And immediately rolls his eyes.
"You ever going to get rid of that thing?" he asks. He's made it abundantly clear that he thinks the nightshirt-and-undies combo is juvenile. Speaking of Christmas, it was just a few days ago that I was in this same getup, dumping out my stocking to find a trimming kit and a pack of boxers instead of peanut M&M's and ribbon candy. I scowled and asked if he was trying to tell me something. He just told me to smile for the ever-present camcorder and move on. Â
I smile a too-wide smile that tells Dad I can see his game and I won't play it. "Nope, I'm good!" He just rolls his eyes and tells me to get in the van. Once I make my way back to the bench, after having used a beach towel to wipe my grassy feet, I grab a magazine from its place in one of the second-row seats and flip through while Dad gets himself ready. Just as soon as I get interested in the article I'm reading (or course), the bench folds down under me. I have to pull my legs out of the way because once it's fully lowered, it reaches from the rear doors all the way against the second-row seats. It's plenty big for the both of us, cushy, and leather. Great for cool nights.
I continue to read, yawning, while Dad rustles around putting stuff away. First the rear doors close, then the driver's door, followed by the rocking of the van as he climbs in the side and locks us in. Once he turns off the overhead light, we're both bathed in darkness. There's a sliver of moon in my window, but it doesn't give any respectable light. I shove the magazine away; I know better than to try and read after bedtime, especially with you-know-who next to me.
"Scoot over, there," says Dad, and I roll against the window to let him onto the bed. "One blanket or two?"
"One's fine." I get smothered by one of our Vellux blankets, probably the purple one I stole from the downstairs linen closet because it's so soft against me. Keeps me warmer, too. Â
"Well, I'll take two," he says, and grabs from the pile on the seat in front of him. I tend to toss a lot at night, so if I have my own blanket I won't disturb him. Like anybody could wake him up anyway; he sleeps like a log and sounds like a freight train! It's amazing I get any sleep at all. The trick is to pass out *before* he does. I stare out my window, which looks onto the beach (far away, but I can pretend), gently swaying as Dad adjusts himself under the blankets, finally settling on his left side away from me. "See you in the morning."
"Night."Â And, imagining the sound of the Pacific through the window, I manage to beat my father into Slumberland.
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You know how you sometimes wake up, but you're not really that awake, like all bleary-eyed? Like you could fall back to sleep with no problem? That's usually how I wake up. I'm used to it. But I'm *not* used to my eyes flying open, and being awake like I was just injected with concentrated Folgers. It kind of freaks me out. Still dark outside, but that's all I can tell. I've tossed onto my other side, still covered in the blanket.
Dad isn't snoring. That *really* freaks me out. That must be the reason I woke up. Once I'm knocked out, he can snore as loud as he wants, and I'm used to it. For whatever sense it makes, it was too *silent* to sleep. Â
\_What if he's dead? \_ My heart leaps into my chest and I swallow dryly. I can't see a thing; the moon isn't even out and what stars there are don't shine too bright anyway. Once, I had a horrible nightmare, one of those that scares you so bad you wake up and you can't remember what it was but you're too afraid to move because whatever it was might still be there? It's almost like a paralysis but you can feel your whole body, tense like piano wire, glued in position.
I swallow, and it sounds like the loudest, ear-shatteringest thing in the world. My temples ache with the beat of my heart. Two, three breaths per second, none of them enough to fill my lungs. But all that falls away, like a heavy quilt lifted off me, once I see his chest move. Well, the silhouette of his chest and muzzle, but I know the difference between it and the shade over the window on his side. He's alive, and that's the only thing I can think of at the moment. Â
\_You freaked out over nothing again, you baby. When're you going to get over that? \_ Probably not too soon; I've barely gotten used to middle school, and the prospect of what's beyond that boggles my mind so much I don't dare think about it. For once, in a very long while, I'm comforted by his presence next to me. With Dad, there are few times that you know everything's going to be all right. Not that he doesn't come through, but all the same, he doesn't exactly project a figure of confidence to his family. Especially me.
Very carefully, I bring my left arm underneath my head to bolster my pillow into a more friendly position for my neck. I like the flat ones, but I have to have a pile of them or my arm to make it comfortable. Thankfully, the rest of my body is already in that position so I don't have to squeak over the leather while changing position. Dad might sound like a heavy sleeper, but he's woken up to even some of my slightest movements. I settle down and close my eyes again, sleep drawing the lids together.
But it's not right. Five minutes in, it's not the same. There's no snoring, no apnea (thanks, Mom, for being a dictionary) and no slight tossing and turning. Just...absolute silence. It's unnerving, and I realize with much chagrin that I have nothing to concentrate on, nothing to lull me to sleep...as if snoring could lull anybody into anything, ever.
What do I do, wake him up to tell him to go to sleep, and do it more noisily this time? He wouldn't understand that. But if I can't sleep, and I'm no good tomorrow, I'm going to get bitchy and we'll be at each other's throats all day! I open my eyes, but I'm staring into the shadow that is the general area of Dad's right shoulder. It's all a blackish blur. It's the blackest black, where you can't even tell the difference between when your eyes are open or closed. There isn't even a moon out anymore, just some stars shining. It's a pretty dark night when you can see by the stars.
It's only when I'm completely still that I notice the blanket moving for the first time. Hardly at all, like a ghost was blowing on it or something. Dad had opened the windows up front a little, but breezes don't blow in even spurts. I can feel it on my right arm, the material pulling away and falling back ever so slightly, making a tiny breeze of its own. The movement is slow and purposeful. He's not breathing like that. He's moving something. Â
I've been on enough Boy Scout campouts to know what that is. Â
I'm a very, very quiet person. I'm stealthy, even. I can come up behind people and scare the living daylights out of them, but it's not all me. A lot of it has to do with people being oblivious to their surroundings and not paying attention to anything that's not directly in front of them. But even after lights out, when everybody's supposed to be asleep, I can sit there (if I'm not tired) and listen to the other cubs as they rub one last one out before bed. Some don't even realize how loud they are, but most keep it fairly quiet. Doesn't stop me from listening to them, and stroking along in silence.
But this is my frickin' dad! All the same, I can't deny what it is any more than I can deny who's behind it. Up and down, up and down goes the sheet, about once a second. My father is masturbating right next to me.
And I'm instantly hard.
It's painful. I mean, like-a-rock painful, if-I-don't-get-my-undies-down-i'll-bruise painful. The van seems a hundred times more stifling now. I could reach out and *touch* it if I had the guts, but my heart is beating so hard it's a wonder the covers aren't poofing out like in the cartoons. But that's silly, and I know it's silly, but it doesn't keep me from being the most scared and the most aroused I can ever remember being. Â
I have to be extra careful now. Normally, when I paw off I become more attuned to my surroundings. Comes from listening for interruptions from parents, teachers or friends. There've been a few times where I've failed, but nothing big has come of it yet. I have no idea how sensitive my dad can be to those things, especially while he's "occupied." Can't take any chances. I want to see him. I want to watch him do it, watch him finish. This is the rarest of rare moments in what has otherwise been an non-intimate childhood. Â
Moving at less than a snail's pace, it seems, I run my fingers down my thigh and rest my palm over my groin, grimacing as I try to squelch the gasp I didn't expect. Dad's paw never falters, never slows. Is he feeling the same thing that I feel? The thought makes me squeeze myself through my briefs, and for that second I swear I hear the slightest of moans from him. Â
\_I have to get out of these clothes. \_
If I don't, I'll go crazy, I think. My brow mats with a new sheen of sweat, and I haven't even moved yet. My fingers slip below the elastic waistband that cuts a little into my belly, and I pull my paw away from my body. At last, my cock is free to grow to its full length unhindered. It sticks out at a perpendicular angle, throbbing as I can feel it filling with blood. Closing my eyes doesn't make the world any darker, but I do it anyway. I tuck my balls over the waistband and suddenly I'm free.
Man, I wish I could pull them off all the way! But I'm scared, scared big time, though I don't know why. My dad is masturbating right beside me, and what if he knew I was watching? How do you punish your kid for watching you do something you're supposed to do in private anyway? It occurs to me that if I wanted to, I could hold this over his head forever. In today's world, I could threaten to call Child Protective Services and have him thrown in jail for lewd acts with a minor. But I won't, because this is too damn cool. Â
Instead, I grasp myself and open my eyes again, stroking in time to Dad's silhouette. I can only see shadows, but if that's all I get to see then I'll have to be satisfied. My left arm is starting to ache from holding my head up, but I consciously ignore it. I can't move. Only the three fingers of my right paw and that wrist make short twisting motions, manipulating my glans. Â
I don't know how long this goes on, but after a time I begin to go into a kind of trance. My eyes become heavy and eventually close, but it's the kind of hyper-aware state that prevents you from falling asleep outright. My paw still moves, Dad's fist still pumps away, and I am lost in our combined breathing: his soft but labored, mine all but silent. I feel grown-up for the first time in my life. Â
Something's wrong, though. My eyes snap open and immediately focus on the shadows across from me. The shadows that are no longer moving. I get two more jerks off before my mind tells my paw to stop and hold my breath. Dad is still, not even breathing, paused in mid-stroke. Suddenly my primary focus is turned to damage control, in case this goes downhill, but when I try to move to pull my briefs back up my wrist hits the sleeping bag, which rustles. Dad's fingers leave his member, floating just off its surface. Â
There is no way I can get out of this. If I cover up, he'll know I was awake. If I don't, well, that's pretty much its own answer. The sweat that was on my forehead now drips down into my eyes, making me blink it away like a tear. My breath is as shallow as I can make it, my chest heaving quickly and lightly.
*Click*.
We're suddenly bathed in a soft amber glow. The van is equipped with running lights along the ceiling, what I refer to as "airplane lights" because they resemble the emergency lights that illuminate along the floor to the exits. My heart leaps around my chest, and I feel like I'm going to throw up. At the same time, I can't avert my eyes. He's looking at me.
Dad's fingers are still on the light switch, and he doesn't move them away. He doesn't really do anything except stare at me. His head is turned slightly, and I can see small droplets of exertion on his forehead. Other than that, his face is expressionless, save for those intense eyes and thin lips. In my peripheral vision, I can see the ghost of his cock, and I want to look so bad but I don't dare. It occurs to me that this might be a defining moment in my lifeâ€"either the start or the end of somethingâ€"so I wait for him to make the first move.
He licks his lips like he's getting ready to speak, but no words come. His eyes seem to vibrate, their small pupils dancing in pools of blue just like mine. Then they move lower, slowly, until there is no question what they're looking at. I'm still focused on his face, trying to decipher his expression. It is aggravatingly neutral, albeit stricken. He's not angry or embarrassed, and there is relief in that at least. He stays glued to that one spot of me he's never seen before, not in the way it is now. What's he thinking of his son's erection? I wish I could get inside his head. Â
One droplet of sweat breaks free of his forehead and trickles down the side of his hairline, breaking up at the edge of his sideburn before dripping into his ear. This seems to stir his thoughts, and his paw grips his shaft once again and gives it a long, luxurious stroke. Â
I have to look, and when I do, it's not as big as I always thought. Not a disappointment, but when you look at your dad you have this mental image of someone who is larger than you in every way, and when you hit puberty there's one way you think *everyone's* bigger than you. But he's just a little bigger than average, and it looks a lot like mine, which is totally cool. And he's watching me as he slowly begins to jerk off again. Not smiling, not grimacing, just calmly rubbing himself. Â
I can't help but do the same. It's like something passed between us in that thirty seconds or so, and damned if I know what it was. He could have done a lot of things. He could have yelled at me. He could have reached over and grabbed me, which might have scared the living shit out of me. He could have quietly put himself away and turned over to sleep, and that might have killed me from the feeling of unspoken rejection. But he told me it was okay without saying a word, and when I resume working myself over his face relaxes as if I'd given him an answer he was seeking.
With the lights on, I can finally see how similar we are in our thoughts. He, too, has his briefs down below his junk, pushing his balls up into the base of his sheath. But he uses most of his fist in a light grip, stroking over the head and bunching up fur under the corona. The tip of it glistens with precum, something I've not yet been able to do. He thumbs it and spreads it around the head. For the first time I can smell his musk, the natural scent of ball-sweat combined with Safeguard soap. Just like me, except I use body wash and one of those pouf things. Â
Dad lets out a shuddering sigh and speeds up, now looking a lot more relaxed than he was just a minute ago. At that moment I *know* we're feeling the same thing: the need for release is much stronger than any embarrassment or sudden moral judgment. The time for that excuse passed the second he decided to jack off next to his son. But by keeping myself exposed and mimicking his actions, I've given the OK for him to indulge himself, in whatever way he deems fit. And I'm not going to argue with the way he's doing it, not one bit.
I have to move my paw away as I feel my balls do a dance up into my groin. It's like I went from nothing to off the scale in a matter of seconds. My muzzle goes slack as I pant hard from the close call. Seeing this makes Dad moan quietly in the back of his throat, catch himself and swallow the rest down. A moment of transparent weakness that sets my arm to trembling as I resume a tentative motion, in case I'm still sensitive. Â
The sound of rustling flesh gives way to a gentle wet smacking as Dad's pads become wet and slide easily over his cock. With my eyes so intent, I can see the steady stream of pre from his slit to his paw, the string that lengthens and shortens as he strokes. He swallows again, clears his throat and then makes no move to quell his quickening breathing. Â
My balls jump, but this time I make no move to counter them. I don't know if Dad is edging or on his way, but I have a feeling he won't mind if I finish first. I can't help it. It's the doing of one of those Forbidden Things that makes it so hot. Fathers and sons shouldn't see each other naked, for whatever reason. Is it a modesty issue, or is there such a problem with filial curiosity that society feels the need to chastise away from such practices? It's one thing to see your dad naked, and another entirely to watch him masturbate. And another thing, on a whole other level, to have him let you watch him...and to watch you back as you do the same.
He wants me to. I can see it in his eyes. He wants to see his son cross the edge, to lose himself in the pleasure every man knows well. It's times like this, as I pass that barrier and whimper at him, that I wish I knew what he's thinking.
I hear him gasp as my speeds up to a genuine jerking, with just two fingers, slamming the underside of my cockhead. My mouth opens and admits only a squeak; my hips thrust forward in a lewd manner unbefitting a thirteen-year-old, but I don't think Dad minds. I also don't think he minds when my first spurt launches over the space between us and splatters against the side of his thigh, followed by an equally powerful second shot. I watch it drip and pool on the seat, joining the next three volleys on the beige leather, some of sinking out of sight into crevices that will be impossible to clean. Â
Our eyes meet as my climax subsides and my paw comes to a stop. My whole body spasms, and I feel weak and vulnerable under his gaze, like I'm helpless against the forces of a simple orgasm. The look on Dad's face says the same thing, though it's much different and out of character to see it on the face of a fifty-year-old male. But in that moment, I can tell how alike we are, as if the point of sexual release is some kind of universal equalizer. I grin a grin that I know looks goofy, and Dad moans himself past the point of no return.
I know it's happening, but somehow I can't bring myself to believe it. Do all boys dream of this? I know most people wouldn't want to catch their parents having sex, but what about catching Dad beating his meat? Wouldn't they want to know their fathers do it too, that there isn't this big rift between them? I do feel closer, but part of that might just be afterglow. But there's nothing small about sharing a moment like this.
That moment begins when Dad's paw gives an erratic tug and he grunts way back in his throat, and the first spurt isn't a spurt at all but a thick dribble down his fist. The second clears his belly button, and the rest pools at the edge of his belly, dripping back down into his pubic fur. His whole paw is sticky and shining, a death grip on his cock, and when he collapses back onto the seat a strand of cum flies onto my leg. Awesome.
He works the head for a few more seconds, breathing hard with his eyes closed. I feel almost giddy inside, having been privy to what has to be a rare experience in anyone's childhood. My Dad lies there, his lower half all matted up and filling the van with the scent of semen, and I watch him, my fingers manipulating my own erection that won't go away. It feels like one of us should say something, but I can't think of anything that wouldn't spoil the moment, so I just keep quiet.
I've just about settled into my afterglow when he sits up, taking the blankets with him. He peels off his underwear and throws them onto the seat in front of the bench. Then he reaches underneath the bench and fishes around for a bit before bringing out a cloth diaper (one of the ones I used to wear, actually, which is now a car towel) and cleaning himself up with it. He does this with the calm demeanor of a normal person doing a normal act, and the novelty of what we just did starts to wear off. He still hasn't said word one about it. I begin to think he's having regrets. Â
The diaper is tossed in my direction, hitting my belly. It's moderately wet, and a minor thrill goes through me as I realize I'm touching his cum. It's easier to just strip and throw my undies in with his, and I do so, aware that he *is* watching me...more like an observation than anything else. After I'm done, I give it back to him, and he just tosses it back onto the floor where he picked it up.
Having both returned to at least a semi-sheathed state, we pull the blankets up to our chests and soon things are back to their normal sense of slight estrangement. Dad yawns and twiddles his thumbs on the blanket, deep in thought. Once again, I want to say something but can't think of the right words. I mean, what could I possibly say that wouldn't sound contrived or cliché?
At last, he sighs and clicks the lights off, sending the van into darkness with the exception of the pale light of the moon filtering in where it's easy to shine. I can feel the tangible uneasiness, but I don't want it. This isn't the right way to end a night like this! At the very least, I don't want him to feel ashamed. Even if we never do anything like this again, I want him to know the whole thing was cool, and that I'm okay with it, not scarred for life. But, more than anything, I want a repeat.
He's still on his back, rubbing his eyes and looking like he's having second thoughts, so before he can turn onto his side I take a huge risk by throwing my arm over his chest and pulling myself to him, nakedness and all (below the waist). I bring my leg over his, bending it up towards my chest until I feel the soft heat of his balls. Yeah, it's bold, but it's supposed to be that way. And oh, does that feel good!
Dad jerks, as I expect him to, so I bury my face in the side of his neck, nuzzling there before settling my body half on top of him. His right arm goes to push my leg back down, but by the time his paw rests on my thigh he's lost his resolve. I don't know what I'm trying to communicate, but it's working. Instead of pushing me away, those not-so-soft fingers gradually relax until they're resting just below my rump, in between my thighs. Just sitting there, yes, but that's the point.
For minutes I listen to his heart beating through to my temple, soaking up his warmth, and being closer to him than I have ever been. At length his paw falls away, but I'm too tired to care, as I am finally able to let his soft snoring lull me to sleep.
6/10-8/9/09 | FSE |
It had taken several years to perfect, but at long last the formula was complete! The mythical hyper gene had been isolated, carefully prepared in an easily-drinkable solution, and made ready for testing at earliest convenience… or, well, it was technically safe for drinking, which is about as far as Blossom really cared about. The ursine had spent so long working on this one project that she wasn’t going to let something as simple as experimental standards get in the way, not after having gone to such lengths as using every other prototype formula on herself on the way there; last she checked, she hadn’t always had three rows of tits that barely fit into any commercially-available bra, nor had she been blessed with an ass so wide that it frequently got stuck in doors. No, that much was her doing and her doing alone, and Blossom was damned proud of it; so proud, in fact, that she wasn’t going to wait any longer before trying it out.
The bear took the vial and turned around, heading for the temporal acceleration machine. It was a contraption of her own creation, designed to teleport her from one of its capsules to the other; the process would not only transport her through space, but time as well, through some kind of complicated mathematical wizardry that Blossom was certain she’d come up with during a fit of literal madness. What mattered was that it allowed her to skip through the whole process of waiting for the serum to work its way through her system, shunting her to the point in her personal timeline where it had already taken effect. With a final contented sigh, she drank the whole thing, threw the vial onto the ground where it smashed into a thousand pieces, then stepped into the teleporter capsule and closed the door. A few choice button presses later and the assembly roared to life, siphoning power from the electrical grid at such a vastly overpowered rate that the rest of the building’s lights began to flicker, ending with a final, bright flash that took her all the way to… the same spot?
The bear looked down, utterly disappointed at the fact that her body looked exactly the same, then confused beyond her words at how she hadn’t actually moved to the other capsule. The markings on the inside were the same ones as the starting position; had the rig malfunctioned? Wouldn’t be the first time, to be fair, which is why Blossom opted to wait for a few minutes before climbing out to check what was going on. She was quite surprised when she stepped out and the first thing she noticed wasn’t the fact that she was still on the wrong side of the room, but rather, herself. Or, to be more precise, an alternate version of herself that was walking in front of her, separate from her own body, and did look like it had actually been infused with the hyper gene: their breasts alone were so massive that this other Blossom could barely take a step without wobbling; each one was roughly as big as a whole rack had been beforehand, quite the achievement given how large they were to begin with, and appeared to be utterly dripping with milk if all that pitter-pattering was any indication. Their rear as well had been upgraded, with each cheek just about tripling in size, along with an accompanying boost to her hips and thighs, giving her a slightly more bottom-heavy figure. However, perhaps the greatest change of all was the presence of something that was unmistakably a dick, protruding from between her legs, into her cleavages and then straight up above her head, dripping so much pre onto her hair and back that it was almost completely unsurprising when the original Blossom looked down and saw a pair of nuts the size of large pumpkins swinging between her knees. All in all, it was the sort of body that she wanted for herself; where exactly did clones come in?!
“Hum, excuse me?” she spoke up, instantly attracting the other one’s attention, “But what the fuck?”
“Oh… Oh no, this isn’t good” - the other Blossom gasped, looking down at herself and then up at her progenitress - “I thought the teleportation worked, has i-”
“It’s cloned us, yes. Somehow,” the Prime replied, rubbing her temple on both sides, “but at least the serum worked. Come here, I need to test how productive you are.”
“N-no, I don’t think that’s a good idea!” the second-generation bear interjected, taking a step back and slamming her fat ass against a nearby counter, “Not a good idea at all!”
“... why’s that?”
“Because I was smaller in there” - she pointed at the other teleporter capsule - “Until I decided to test my production levels myself.”
The Prime Blossom raised an eyebrow, wondering if this was supposed to be some sort of game. Surely, if this other bear was herself, or some alternative version thereof, then she should be more than aware that saying something like that would only make her want to test things even more, no? Sighing, the Prime walked forward regardless, ignoring the weak protestations of her double, and unceremoniously shoved both hands into the middle pair of breasts. She had about half a second to notice how they vanished all the way up to their wrists before she felt something big, soft and warm slam into her whole body, then the rushing of air around her as she ended up sliding across the floor and completely missing the effects that her rough handling had on the second Blossom: all of her tits had somehow grown outwards so hard, so quickly, that the topmost row had cracked the ceiling while the bottomost opened fissures on the floor, the three pairs positively gushing with so much milk that the Prime Blossom had maybe ten seconds to get up before her lab coat became soaked in it. This was to say nothing of the poor cock shoved between all six of those udders, which had been suitably grown to match the stimulation it received, and made short work of the wall behind it.
As soon as she got up, the Prime Blossom knew that she had something special there. While her first clone was still busy moaning like a needy slut and begging for someone to come milk them, she made sure to head to the nearest teat, grab a beaker on the way there, and retrieve just enough cream to fill it up until it was running over with the thick, warm substance. Whatever it was that this other her was producing, it had to be strong… so she drank it. Almost instantly, her breasts were hit by a wave of pressure that felt like it was coming from within her, expanding outwards with each heartbeat; the first one tore through her clothes, the second one made her about as big as her copy had been before the groping, the third one had her lowermost pair smash onto the ground… and then several more came after that one. By the time the Prime was done, she was bigger than her copy was, albeit not possessed of the same male attributes, probably thanks to only drinking milk; given that she was in no position to start sucking the other bear off, and it was already hard for her to even move with a stack of tits that went all the way to and beyond the ceiling, all the Prime could do was retrieve some more “samples” from all the milk pooling around her, and drag her sorry self over to the chemical synthesizer.
Her hope was that this new and improved lactic substance could be combined with the same formula that gave rise to it, thus creating some kind of super serum for hypers; a hyper serum, of sorts. It was the kind of science that wasn’t scientific at all, and would most likely end up in spoiled milk and a lot of trips to the bathroom, but Blossom wasn’t going to stop now, not after growing the kind of tits she’d spent her whole life dreaming about! Who knew what would happen after she drank the improved concoction and teleported herself again? Whoever popped out the other side would be so much more massive that the moment she drank from their milk, the building would cease to exist!
Well, that was the logic anyway. The centrifuge took a bit to do its magic, during which the Prime Blossom had the opportunity to inspect herself and see what sort of damage the cream had done to her body; surprisingly, there was no aftergrowth, leaving her “merely” stuck at a size so colossal that anyone walking into the lab would faint from the sight alone… assuming they weren’t already expecting something from the fact that a good half of her topmost row of breasts were fully exposed to the outside. The bear could barely wait once the serum was complete, this one significantly whiter and milkier in colour, an appropriate change all things considered; without care nor concern for her own safety, or the structural stability of the lab, the Prime drank the whole thing in one swig… and promptly had nothing happen to her.
This was fine, it was just like the first one. All she had to do was bring herself over to the teleporter and do what had to be done; the machine had an external mode, intended for use with larger objects that couldn’t fit in the capsule proper, and given that a single one of her tits was bigger than it was, it was safe to say she now counted as one. Doing her best to remember how the damned thing was supposed to work, Prime Blossom input the necessary instructions, typed out her authorization code, and then sat back and waited for whatever may happen. Just like the last time, there were a lot of lights and a lot of noises, followed by a bright flash and her failing to teleport properly. Just like the last time, the operation had instead resulted in the creation of a clone Blossom, one who had gone through the effects of the serum. Just like the last time, this other Blossom, this second-generation clone, was much bigger than their Prime version. What wasn’t like the last time happened to be their distinct shape.
Rather than struggling to move around on two overtaxed legs, this new Blossom instead rested atop a bed of breastflesh so colossal that the poor thing had her back nearly flat against the ceiling, a back that was significantly longer than her Prime’s, for rather than the usual skeletal arrangement, this new Blossom was quadrupedal in nature: a tauric bear! It would almost be fascinating if not for the fact that her mere appearance had led to the destruction of a significant part of the laboratory’s roof; the poor thing’s tits were so unbelievably stuffed that each one was about as big as all of the Prime’s racks combined, gallons being jettisoned for her head-sized teats each second, gallons more being produced as those milk factories were set on overdrive. As if that weren’t enough, what poked out from the front bottom row were not one, not two, but three equine-like shafts, each oozing with about as much cum as her breasts were pouring with milk, each one kept on a permanently rigid state thanks to be stuck between what appeared to be six rows of tits protruding from the Taur Blossom’s undercarriage, which joined up with a rather impressive five jutting out from her chest. And to cap it all off, of course, an ass so wide that it almost rolled over her back and trapped her in a shell of her own soft, supple flesh, to say nothing of the frankly indecent amount of thigh she was sporting. All in all, a decent attempt at achieving the mythical “hyper” look. But she could do better. She could do bigger.
And the Prime knew this.
Her plans had to adapt, because even assuming things went exactly as planned, she wouldn’t be getting a second shot at what she was thinking to do. With the other two Blossoms slightly too busy moaning and begging for someone to fuck them, the Prime used what was left of her strength gather several beakers and move to collect a very specific amount of samples for the next stage of her research project: one and a half beakers of milk and cum in equal measure from each one of the two Blossom clones. The reason for this was quite simple: the full beakers would be mixed together and spliced into a brand new, third version of the hyper serum, which would serve as the final test for the day; the half-beakers were for her own, personal entertainment, because if a sample from the second clone made her as big as she was, she could only imagine what a mixture from her other two selves would do… but that wasn’t fair, was it? There was something missing, something she hadn’t done yet.
A full sample from the Taur Blossom alone.
With knees shaking and her tongue already lolling from her mouth, the Prime Blossom used the time it took for the third serum to be prepared to collect yet another beaker’s worth of fluids from the colossal, moaning taur, making sure to fill it up half-and-half with milk and cum, before placing the container carefully in between her torso and the closest pair of breasts to it; the amount of room was so small that it kept the beaker from moving around at all, preventing spillage and loss of precious material. The scent of it was so powerful that the Prime Blossom felt as if she wouldn’t be able to resist it; in fact, her mouth was already getting dangerously close to the proverbial prize when she heard the centrifuge beep loudly and inform her that the serum was complete, as well as a print-out being created with a very big, bold warning that the substance contained within was highly unstable and not fit for consumption, something that the bear was happy to ignore.
With the serum vial capped, it was time for the show. Blossom dragged herself to the back of the lab, collapsing a large section of the roof in the process, and made sure to keep a few yards between herself and the wall, just in case her tits got any bright ideas. In front of her were three things: a pure sample from the Taur Blossom, a mixed sample from her and the second clone, and the serum vial, every one of which would be capable of transforming her into some sort of super-hyper… assuming her predictions were on-point. She stored the mixed sample and the serum into the tight folds of the nearest pair of tits to her, making sure to place a plastic cap on the beaker, before turning her attention to the Taur sample. It was obvious what it would do, and yet she still took her time to experiment with a single sip… and almost immediately thanked her past self for remembering to give some berth between her back and the wall behind her, because even that barely-there taste was enough to nearly double the size of her tits and push her back with enough force to leave gashes in the concrete floor! There was no stopping it now; the substance was so delicious and empowering that it bordered on the addictive, and the Prime Blossom made quite a sloppy fool out of herself by downing the whole thing in long, full gulps that led to several trickles of it falling off the side of her mouth, staining her fur and leaving her smelling intensely of sex.
The results were… well, the laboratory wasn’t going to be usable anymore, and the teleportation machine certainly wasn’t destined to survive anymore. Every mouthful increased the size of her tits threefold, every gulp made a brand new set of milk factories sprout underneath the lowermost pair, sending the Prime careening up into the sky. Her upper body elongated, its spine snapping into place as it prepared itself for its transformation in a tauric shape, already getting ready with brand new racks of milk-stuffed udders to fill its newest undercarriage. Her rear began to expand as well, though nothing compared to the many busts she sported, each of which had not only matched Taur Blossom’s size, but surpassed it already, leaking profusely from every teat as the flooding around them grew to near-catastrophic levels. As if that weren’t enough, the Prime suddenly felt something new and quite heavy press against the last breasts behind her; or rather, two somethings… four somethings? Eight somethings, packed to the brim with their very own fluids, servicing a row of four cocks that seemed to sprout from nowhere, only to immediately find their place within the many cleavages directly in front of them, leaving the Prime Blossom unable to really think about anything that wasn’t desperately trying to buck her tauric hips in order to get off.
And still she grew, until the building was naught but rubble, until her old body became nothing but a distant dream, until even the Taur Blossom, enormous in scope, would be able to fit inside a single one of the Prime’s tits a few times over, until each of her rods was capable of piercing through the dozen rows of taur tits and poke out the other side, oozing as much cum as her udders did milk. Then, and only then, did the Prime bother to take another breath, content that things had gone according to plan… even if now she was stuck atop a monstrously overinflated bed of breastflesh from which she had no way of coming down from.
Then again, that was just one sample, the purely tauric one. She still had the mixture to drink.
And then the proper serum. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Me & Dad – My 19th Christmas Ch. 01
Tags: father-daughter, father daughter, creampie, guy on girl, massage, hot oil, christmas, hot tub
*Greetings all, this is my first attempt at an erotic story and is my entry in the 2011 Literotica Winter Holiday Theme Story contest, so please, vote and provide feedback to this story and each of the other stories you read in the contest to show your support and respect to the authors who have taken their personal time to provide valued content to this site.
I'd like to personally thank one of Literotica's respected Editor Program members, kittenkinky, for her editorial assistance in this story; Thank you for all your help and support!
**Although the content of this story is fantasy, some parts were inspired by real life events confessed by a friend.**
\*If you are easily offended by stories involving sex, promiscuous behavior and Father/Daughter incest, you should not read this\**
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My dad and I have never had what you would call a normal father-daughter relationship. When I was three years old, my mom divorced my dad and moved us out of state. Because of this, I was only able to visit my dad during the summers. For many years, this was the routine, and despite the fact that my dad was caring and treated me like a princess, I felt like a piece of property being handed back and forth, and resented the fact that my opinion was not considered.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Elena; I'm 24 years old, 5'4", have long black hair, blue-green eyes, a C/D cup (depending on the bra), with a 37-24-35 body that I'm told makes the guys drool. But, more importantly, I have an incredible story to tell you about my dad and me, and our rather unusual relationship that all started when I was 19.
To put things in perspective, allow me to rewind just a few years. My mom had remarried and had had twin sons. My step dad was nice to me, but I noticed a change in him after having two kids of his own. It's not that he treated me bad per se, it was more of a "well, you're not my kid" attitude.
At this time it was the summer, I was 15 and as usual, I was at my dad's place. I was more disgruntled about visiting than usual because I had a boyfriend and wanted more than anything to be spending the summer with him. Thinking back on it, I was really rotten to my dad and made no attempt to hide my discontentment about being there. But, regardless of how I acted, my dad would just smile at me and continue to be sweet and loving.
Towards the end of my stay that summer, I had gotten into a really big fight with my boyfriend over the phone. When my dad came to me and asked what was wrong, I unloaded on him. I told him how I felt about being forced to visit him and how wrong he was for taking me away from my friends and family during the only time I had off from school. Instead of the normal "go to your room" response I'd get from my mom and stepdad, he was calm, and asked me what he could do that would make me smile again. After a moment of silence, he explained to me about the mediation between my mom and him and that it was the only time he was allowed to have me with him. He told me that despite the fact that it was his right to have me there during the summer, that he would allow me to decide if I wanted to spend summertime with him for now on and that he only wanted me there if I wanted to be there. After speaking, he stood up, kissed me on the forehead, and with a sigh he walked out of the room. I'll never forget how totally awful and selfish I felt.
The rest of the day he made no dramatic effort to act any different to me than usual; he was just his pleasant normal fatherly self. That night, I decided to tell him about what had happened on the phone with my boyfriend. I told him my boyfriend and I had gotten in a fight over the fact that we had been dating for over six months and the only thing he'd gotten to do was feel me up. He had been pressuring me — right before I left to see my dad — to go farther. I told him on the phone that I wasn't ready to have sex and he got really upset at me and hung up. I felt awkward telling all of this to my dad, about having sex and being intimate with boys. I thought for sure that I'd get the lecture that I was too young to have sex.
Instead, he paused for a moment, stared deeply at me as if peering into my soul and told me that it was a completely natural desire. That sex wasn't wrong and that it can deepen a bond between two people. He also told me that I should never let people pressure me into doing things I didn't feel comfortable with and that I would know when the time was right. He told me that if my boyfriend could not respect my decision, then he was only in the relationship to try and get laid and not because he loved me.
I was shocked, to say the least. Yet, I now felt that I could talk to my dad about anything, no matter how personal, and not be judged, and so I did, as my dad proceeded to give me one of those amazing backrubs he would always give me when I was tense, stressed or tired.
Over the next two years, I would eagerly anticipate the visit with my dad each summer. Our relationship became much stronger and I started seeing him for the man he was. He was not just my dad; he was someone I could trust with my most intimate secrets and desires without the fear of being ridiculed, looked down on or treated like a child.
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The year I turned 18 I graduated with honors but, due to a precollege program I was in, I was unable to spend time with my dad that summer. Furthermore, I'd be starting college classes in the fall so Thanksgiving and my birthday were also out. I knew he was proud and happy for me, but I could tell he was a bit disappointed over not being able to spend any time together. So, I decided to come visit him on winter break. After all, I was between boyfriends (the last one was a real jerk), and really needed to get away from all the typical family drama at home.
After the long five hour flight, I made it to the airport where my dad was standing at the baggage area with a wide smile on his face the moment he saw me. I ran to him and with a big hug, kissed him on the cheek. I asked him where his girlfriend Ann was. The two of them had been a couple for quite a few years. After a pause he explained that they were no longer together and that she had left him for another man.
Now my dad is not a bad looking guy, in fact, quite the hunk for a computer geek. He was 40 at the time, about 140-150lbs (if I were to guess), 5'7", deep blue eyes, with dirty blond hair cut short and messy, and a prickly but well-kept beard. He has a few rugged features and well defined muscles from his two favorite pastimes, hiking and working out (I feel like I'm typing his dating profile). So, it surprised me that she would leave him, though she was often quite the bitch while I was visiting him.
When we finally arrived at his new home it was nearly 11PM and I was exhausted. After taking my coat, he carried my luggage in and brought it to my room as we continued to chat and catch up on things. Placing my luggage on the bed, he began to take my clothes out of my suitcase and place them in the dresser drawers. I sat there on the bed in a daze watching him put my things away. When he finished, he took off my shoes while I stared off into nothingness and then helped me to change into some night clothes. This was not all that unusual, as I have never really been shy about my body and on occasion my dad had seen me naked.
After helping me into a large t-shirt, he proceeded to turn the covers down and put me into bed. Since he had made the house warm, only light covers were necessary. The last memory I have of that day was my dad giving me a wonderful back massage while I laid there on the pillow, fading off to sleep.
The next morning, I was awakened with a tap on the door and a soft "good morning". I squinted from the bright morning sun coming in through the window, then slowly focused to see my dad standing in the doorway holding a breakfast tray with eggs, cinnamon toast and coffee.
"Mmmm..." I thought out loud, my favorite and he knew it.
As he placed the tray down toward the foot of the bed, I sat up and scooted forward to be closer to it. Without speaking a word, he sat behind me and began kneading my back very hard. The sensation was invigorating and quickly revived me from the night's sleep while I attempted to eat.
After eating, my dad got up, took the tray, and paused staring at me with a big warm smile, then turned and headed off to the kitchen.
On his return back, I could hear him stop in the bathroom and turn on the water to the tub. When he arrived at my door I was on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed. He stooped over me and continued the massage he had started earlier.
"So, what would you like to do today?" he said in an energetic voice.
"Well, it's the week before Christmas and I don't need to go any place, so I thought we could just hang around the house and catch up on things," I said with a few grunts as he worked my back and sides. "Besides, I'm really enjoying the massage and attention right now." I looked up at my dad and saw him smile warmly.
"Why don't you take yourself a nice bath and when you get done I will give you a real massage on the massage bench in the lanai." He stopped, grabbed my hand, helped me up off the bed and led me to the bathtub.
The tub was nearly full of warm soapy water. He turned off the faucet, helped me out of my night clothes and guided me into the tub. As I sat down, jets of water and bubbles began shooting out of the sides creating a whirlpool of suds.
"Ahhhhh..." the water was perfect but immediately made me have to pee. As I sprung back up out of the tub my dad looked at me puzzled.
"Gotta pee!" I said as I shooed him off with a giggle.
He chuckled back at me as he turned and walked out.
About an hour later I was pruned from the bath water. When I shut the jets off on the tub I could hear the faint sound of Hawaiian Christmas music.
"Only dad," I thought as I drained the tub and grabbed a towel.
After drying off, I wrapped myself in the oversized bath towel and wandered down the hall as I combed my hair. The smell of gingerbread came to me as I got closer to the kitchen where I discovered the source of the pleasant aroma. There, on the counter was a gingerbread house, and on the stove, a gingerbread potpourri simmering away. The delicious smell caused me to inhale sharply while I walked through the kitchen. As I exited into the living room I saw the Christmas tree with my dad on a step stool trying to force an angel on top. It was quite humorous as he nearly fell into the tree.
"If that's how you handle your women I can see why Ann left you!" I stated then laughed out loud.
"Yea, well sometimes a woman needs to be crammed in her place, even if she is an angel!" he replied as he turned and winked.
After several minutes of fumbling with the angel he asked "Does it look like she's straight?"
Cocking my head to the side and taking a step back, "I think she's as good to go as a prostitute in a brothel!" I suggested as my dad nearly fell off the stool laughing.
"So about that massage..." I blurted out.
"Coming right up!" he stated as he folded the stool up.
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This was the first time I had been in my dad's new home. It was cozy with 3 bedrooms, a large open kitchen, living room, family room, 2½ baths, and a beautiful private lanai off the master bath. The house also had a 2 car garage and a large backyard with an in-ground pool, though the pool was barely recognizable due to being covered and having half a foot of snow over it.
After receiving the official tour, we ended up past the master bath with the Jacuzzi and in the private lanai. The room protruded off the back of the house and was made almost entirely of glass, tinted so you could only see out and not in. The ceiling was also made of glass that curved downward into the outer walls. The floor, much like the rest of the house, was wooden with mixed boards of light and dark oak. To the right was one of those Bowflex exercise machines and to the left, a massage bench.
As I walked over to the massage bench, I dropped my towel to the floor and laid down face up on the bench. To my surprise it was warm and slightly vibrating. Although my dad had obviously seen me naked before, I think laying there fully exposed was a bit much for him as his face became flushed and I noticed a bulge quickly form in the sweats he had on.
"Oh, did you want me to leave the towel on?" I asked innocently as I realized his embarrassment.
He took a deep breath and managed to get a few words out. "No, no that's fine, was just a bit more than I was expecting." He then exhaled and smiled.
"Go ahead and turn over," he said as he reached for a plastic squirt bottle fitted into a bottle warmer.
After flipping over, I felt a hot stream of liquid hit my back.
"Ooooh, that's feels great!" I exclaimed as he began rubbing it into my skin.
He worked the hot oil firmly down my back and sides, over my buttocks, down my legs and all the way to my toes. The sensation was amazing and I felt tingly all over.
"Want me to do the front?" he asked.
"That would be great!" I quickly replied.
"Turn on your side," he said as he bent over to grab something from the small cabinet built into the wall.
As I looked up at him, he reached around my stomach and lifted me up enough to slide a wedge of foam padding under my mid-section.
"Stretch your arms over your head," he softly said as he squirted the hot oil down my side.
The oil dripped down my front tingling and sending shivers up my spine. When he placed his hands on me I felt a wave of warmth overcome me and I spasmed from the sensation. His hand slowly massaged the oil deep into my skin, working it into the soft flesh of my breasts. My nipples stuck out ridged as I spasmed again, harder this time, to the point that I knew he noticed.
While he continued to rub the oil into my breasts, I looked up at him. I had never looked at my dad before in the way a woman looks at a man she is in love with, nor had I ever entertained the idea of incest, but there he was, the man who had unconditionally loved me my whole life, despite my flaws. The man who would always come to my rescue, regardless of the hurdles. I purred with contentment and closed my eyes as he glided his hands down my side and across my belly. After several minutes of him massaging my abs I started to feel an ache in my loins and the swell of my labia as I caught the scent of my own musk.
As he worked the oil into my inner thighs he rolled me on my back, the foam pad forcing me to arch my pelvis downward. When his hands rubbed close to my pussy, the sensation was almost too much and I reached down to place my hand over my clit. As I did, he grabbed my hand and placed it on my abdomen and sternly pointed his finger at me to not move it again. He then continued what he was doing, slowly massaging the area around my opening, being careful not to touch my now engorged lips. He was driving me crazy and the sensation was so intense I could no longer control myself. I started convulsing with an orgasm like I had never felt before, it's as if it came from deep within my womb and welled up through my chest.
While my orgasm progressed, he slowly changed direction rubbing the oil down my inner legs and to my toes. When he reached my toes my orgasm had finally subsided and I was able to open my eyes again. As I did, he slowly began to work his way back up my legs. When he approached my inner thighs he stopped suddenly.
I looked at him like a lost puppy.
He looked back and said "Do you want more?"
I could not form the words and just nodded.
As he reached over to grab the oil, I felt him place something down between my knees, though I couldn't see what it was in the position I was laying. He then squirted the hot oil on my lower belly and upper thighs. He looked at me with hesitation and I smiled back in approval.
He said to me "If you feel like you have to pee, just let it go, don't hold back."
I nodded in understanding as he started to rub the oil into my lower abdomen and around my opening. Again, he was careful not to touch my lips. I slowly felt the sensation build in me once more as he continued to massage around my cleft of Venus, over my perineum and back around to the top of my mound. As I felt myself beginning to cum, I grabbed his hand quickly, sliding it to my clit and pressing his finger into me. I violently exploded in another orgasm, grabbed the back of his neck and forced his mouth to my breast.
"Fuck me!" I cried out.
"Not yet, you are not ready," he whispered, and then sucked my nipple in his mouth down to the areola.
Holding his hand still, the feeling in my cunt slowly started to fade and I released his neck. Just before I had lost the sensation of my orgasm all together, he pressed his thumb onto the button of my clit and pushed three fingers deep into my opening in a clamping position. I nearly came again when he pressed his fingers and thumb tighter together. He then curled his fingers together and extended them back out, repeating the process in a slow undulating loop. I had never felt this sensation before and after just a few moments I started to climax, but this time with the sensation that I had to pee. I did as my dad asked and just let it go causing a stream of liquid to squirt out of me with each spasm of my orgasm. It was the most intense and incredible feeling I have ever had and I must have cum for what seemed like half a minute.
Just as my orgasm began to subside, I felt a new sensation of something smooth, warm, long and hard slip right up my ass and into my bowels. I immediately went right back into the orgasm and started squirting liquid again.
"Ahhhhhh... Holy shit, don't stop!" I screamed as he continued to ram the object in and out of my ass.
The sensation was mind blowing and he was amazing. Never had I ever felt such intense orgasms before. It's like he could read my mind and knew exactly when to apply the next technique.
After another minute he slowed his pace with the dildo in my ass and allowed me to gradually come back down. He took his fingers out of my cunt, scooped some of the liquid I squirted out and placed his fingers in my mouth. The taste was salty, and did not smell like urine.
As he pulled his fingers out of my mouth I asked him, "What was that?"
"That was you ejaculating... Most women never get the opportunity to feel that."
He then placed his fingers to his mouth and licked them off. "Mmmmm... You're sweet like candy."
He then pushed the dildo deep into me and with his free hand turned a switch on it. It began to vibrate.
"Ohhhhhhhh God..." I cried out. "That feels good."
I knew I was ready for him to take me and looked up at him. "Am I ready to be fucked now?" I asked seductively.
"Soon," he said and smiled back at me.
With me still on my back and the vibrator buzzing away, he grabbed me around my legs and slid me to the end of the bench.
"Ready for round three?" he asked as he pushed my knees up toward my chest allowing me to hold them in place under my arms.
I drew in a deep breath not knowing what was in store for me. "Bring it on!" I said with a giggle.
He again grabbed the bottle and squeezed the hot oil directly on and into my pussy. With one hand he slowly rubbed his thumb just above my clit in a small circular motion while with the other he began rapidly pumping three fingers in and out of me while curling them forward. After just a few minutes, I was at the edge of yet another intense orgasm. He must have sensed that I was about to cum because he quickly placed his mouth over my clit just as I started to squirt again, this time into his mouth.
As my orgasm ruptured out of me, he sucked and slurped up the liquid. With his mouth now full of my juices, he motioned for me to sit up. As I did, he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me while pushing the warm salty liquid into my mouth. After receiving it, I broke the kiss, opened my mouth, gargled and swallowed.
"Mmmm... that was good, "I'm ready to be fucked now!" I exclaimed with complete confidence.
"Yes you are," he said as he smiled again.
After he carefully flipped me over onto my stomach, I placed my feet on the floor, straddling the bench legs. He pushed the vibrator all the way in my ass, dropped his drawers, and positioned himself to mount me. As I looked back at him I grabbed his beautiful manhood and pulled it to me. As soon as I felt his penis penetrate into me I began to cum again.
I had two more orgasms before I heard "I'm about to cum!" slip past his lips.
"Please cum in me!" I cried out. "Fuck me good, daddy! Fuck your little girl and shoot your load in me!"
As I could feel him close to orgasm, I arched my shoulders back against his chest and grabbed his buttocks with both hands, pushing him so deep in me I could feel him hit my cervix. The sensation brought both of us to climax and forced him to cum deep inside me. As he yelled out, his hands traveled up from my hips and firmly cupped my breasts. It was the most amazing experience as his shaft pulsated, depositing ropes of semen deep inside me. I had never before had a man cum in me. I felt so satisfied and complete as I thought about how the same semen that brought me into this world now filled my womb. We both collapsed forward onto the soft, warm and still vibrating bench. He carefully reached between us and removed the vibrator from my ass while ensuring that his penis remained deep inside me.
We laid there for a few minutes panting, after which he began to slowly hump me with his still hard rod as I just continued to lay there exhausted. After several minutes of slow easy strokes in and out of me, his pace quickened and with one final jerk forward I could feel his shaft throb again sending more waves of warm semen into me. I was so filled with cum it began to ooze out and down my leg.
"Wow. That was amazing!" I said. "I have never been with a man that was able to make me cum that many times, let alone twice himself."
"I've only been able to do that a couple times in my life. It must be you," he panted back at me still gripping my tits.
After resting for about a half an hour, we finally got up off the bench. I watched him as he began to clean up.
"Are you okay with what just happened?" he asked with a serious look.
"As far as I'm concerned, we are two consenting adults. Besides, what woman would not feel satisfied with what we just did? It was more than okay. You were incredible!" I cooed as I turned and hugged him.
He smiled at me and hugged me back. As I looked up at him he gently grabbed my chin and gave me a passionate kiss. I had never in my life felt so much love for another person.
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After assisting dad in cleaning up the lanai, we proceeded to the master bathroom.
"Would you like to sit in the Jacuzzi for a bit?" Dad asked.
I looked at him and nodded. "Sounds wonderful."
He popped the cover off the tub and turned on the jets. As I started to walk up the steps I noticed a glob of cum drip out of me.
"Eeek..." I exclaimed as he turned to look at me.
"Seems you over-filled the tank," I laughed. "I should clean myself up before we get in."
"I'll take care of that!" he said as he crouched down between my legs.
In one swift motion he placed his hands on my hips and his mouth over my cunt. He pressed his tongue deep into the folds of my lips and ran it up the length of my cunt. The sensation made my knees week and I had to sit. He continued by sucking hard on my opening, drawing most of his spunk out of me. He then got up, bent over and kissed me, releasing our juices into my mouth. I swished it around in my mouth savoring the taste and then swallowed, grinning at him in delight.
"Yummy," I said while putting my legs over the edge and into the warm bubbling water.
He was about to climb in when I stopped him and made him sit on the edge.
"My turn!" I declared.
I grabbed him under his balls and took his now placid dick into my mouth, all the way down to his base. When I squeezed his sack I felt his shaft twitch as it rapidly sprung to attention. I felt him swell as I strained to keep him all the way in, but his cock's girth was too much and started choking me. I eased my head back and opened my throat to accommodate his size as I bobbed my head up and down his length. He was definitely not small, being at least 7" in length and as big around as I could touch with my thumb and middle finger.
After sucking him for a few minutes I could feel his balls tense up and knew he was about to explode. I quickly pulled him out of my mouth with a sucking pop and reverse mounted him.
"Let's put all that cum where it belongs," I said as I guided him into my opening.
As my pussy continued to work his cock, I grabbed each of his hands in mine and guided him to grab my breasts. Just as his hands reached my tits he cried out and unloaded in me, sending me into another orgasm.
"Wow," I exclaimed as he continued to pulse in me, "that's the second time we came together!"
Before I had the chance to get off of him he grabbed me around my waist and slid us both down into the tub.
"I've never had a woman do that for me before," he said as we leaned back against the side. "Most are too scared they will get pregnant."
"Well dad, I'm on birth control... but even if I were to get pregnant, I'd be happy to bear you another child." I said with a smile, laying my head back against his shoulder and kissing him on the neck.
"And you think I'm amazing?!" he exclaimed as he moved his hands to hug me tight and kiss me.
The rest of the day we just hung out and put up some Christmas decorations. We kept dinner simple by ordering pizza and popping in a movie. Apparently I had fallen asleep while watching it because when I awoke it was about 2AM and I was comfortably tucked into my dad's bed while he slept on his back beside me. As I regained consciousness I noticed that we were both laying there naked under the sheets. I turned over to face him and rested my head on his shoulder.
Reaching down between his legs I slowly began to massage his balls and penis. He squirmed slightly but did not wake. After several minutes of this, his shaft swelled and stiffened while he still laid there sleeping. I carefully navigated my body over him and lined up his dick with my opening. Very slowly I moved down on him until I reached his base and could go no deeper. He stirred again but continued his slumber as I very slowly worked him in and out of me. After several minutes I could feel an orgasm build in me. Instinctually I started to ride him harder as I approached my climax. Just as I reached the apex of my orgasm his eyes sprung open.
"Ahhhhh..." he moaned as he reached up and grabbed hold of my tits.
Once again I felt the powerful pulse of semen shoot deep into me and it sent me over the top. I reached back behind me and squeezed his balls as I continued to ride him, milking him for all his worth.
"That's 3!" I declared as I collapsed on his chest. He did not speak a word, just hugged me tight as we breathed heavily together in rhythm. I fell back asleep, satisfied with my accomplishment and the feeling of his penis still buried in me.
The next morning I awoke to the sensation of my dad kneading my back with his hands while his pelvis ground into my mound. He was deep inside me as he made rocking motions.
"Returning the favor I see," I groggily whispered to him as I moved my head off of his shoulder and passionately kissed him.
As our tongues danced with each other, his pace quickened. I pressed both hands against his chest and broke our kiss.
"I'm not ready yet," I said quietly as I sat up on him, forcing his pace to slow.
"Fuck me easy, daddy. Nice and slow... your little girl needs it nice and slow," I whispered.
With each thrust forward I pivoted my hips back, forcing him deeper into me. After just a few more minutes I could feel my orgasm well up in me and felt the sensation of having to pee, and like before, I let it go.
"Now Daddy! Fuck me hard!" I shouted as I arched backwards.
He plowed into me hard, sending me to my climax as a stream of fluid pulsed out of me. When I felt him throb inside me, it was more than I could handle. I arched harder backwards until my head hit the bed while he continued to shoot his load into me.
As we laid there both spent, I heard him say "I'm guessing that was 4?"
"Yea," I managed to reply.
After about five minutes his penis finally softened and pulled out of me. I felt our cum slowly ooze out and down my cheek where it gathered in a puddle beneath my butt.
"I can't get over how amazing it makes me feel to have you cum inside me," I said as I laid there in complete contentment.
"You have become such an amazing woman," he said as he sat up and moved over on top of me. "No woman has ever made me feel the way you do."
I hugged and kissed him again as we lay there enjoying the moment.
The next few days were much of the same - each day began with us making love, followed by him bringing me breakfast, giving me a massage and making love to me again. The nights would start with a late romantic dinner, then a movie, followed by more passionate love making and finally fading off into deep sleep.
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Christmas Eve I awoke while my dad was spooning me in a slow melodic rhythm. His one hand firmly cupped my breast while the other was pressed into my mound assisting the movement. It was such an amazing feeling waking up while being made love to.
"Mmmmmmm..." I moaned as his pace gradually hastened.
I reached down between my legs with both hands and with one I grabbed his hand on my mound and the other fondled his balls. I moved his hand over my mound and pushed his finger into my clit.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." I gasped as it sent me into an orgasm.
As he felt me convulse, he slid his hand off my tit and grabbed me tight around my mid-section, then rolled us both onto our backs with me on top. He grabbed my knees and pulled them up to my shoulders causing me to stretch wide open while he continued to pump in and out of me.
"Keep fucking me, Daddy!" I demanded.
"Fuck your little girl and fill her with your cum," I begged.
As he continued to pump me, he reached for something by his side. It was the vibrator. He pushed me up with my knees still to my shoulders and eased me down forward until I was lying with the side of my face pressed into the bed. Now, with my rear exposed, he turned the vibrator on and placed it against my anus. It felt warm and lubricated and it easily slid inside me. As he pushed it in deeper, I gasped again as I convulsed in another orgasm that sent cum pulsing out of me. As I climaxed, he groaned, exploding deep into me, filling me once again with ropes of cum.
"14!" I laughed coyly as I panted in pleasure.
My dad chuckled at me as he tried to catch his breath, and then hugged me tight.
While finishing breakfast that morning, we decided that we were both feeling a bit cooped up and would brave the crowds to go out shopping. So, after taking a nice hot shower together, we got dressed and headed out to the local mall. After wandering around for a bit I came across a lingerie store and got an idea. So as not to spoil my plan, I diverted his attention in another direction by pointing at some miscellaneous Christmas decorations. A few minutes later, I asked my dad if we could split up for a bit. When he asked why, I told him that I needed to pick up a few personal items and winked at him. He laughed and agreed that we would meet up in about two hours and then grab dinner. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and darted off back to the lingerie store. Finding just the right outfit, I completed my shopping at a few other stores. With all the items needed in hand, I was off to find my dad. As I walked to the spot we agreed to meet back up, I quickly consolidated the items into one generic shopping bag so as not to reveal my surprise.
After meeting back up, my dad and I headed to a nearby restaurant where he treated me to an amazing seafood cuisine dinner. Afterwards, we headed back home where we cuddled by the fireplace eating gingerbread cookies and drinking spiked eggnog. As we sat there listening to the soft Christmas music, he slowly rubbed the front of my body as I lay against him.
As time passed his touch became more sensual, slowly tracing his fingers along the patterns of my blouse. When I started feeling the effects of the rum I became flushed and started unbuttoning my top until the fabric finally fell open to each side of my stomach. As I exposed my chest I could feel his manhood bulge against my back. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and closed my eyes as he slid his hand up and cupped my breasts.
"Are you trying to take advantage of me?" I said with a look of satisfaction.
"What would give you that idea?" he asked suggestively.
I turned over and quickly grabbed him by his crotch. "Are you teasing me?" I whispered as I pushed him back against the floor.
"Never!" he stated and grabbed me at my hips.
As I sat there straddling him I leaned forward and kissed him while undoing his belt and zipper. As we kissed I gently stroked him until he was firm then lifted my skirt, pulled my panties to one side and eased his hard rod into my cunt. I had gotten so turned on from all the drinking and foreplay, he slipped into me like hot butter.
"Mmmmmm..." I moaned while we kissed.
"Ahhhhh... You feel so good," he said as he broke our kiss and pushed deeper into me.
"Don't stop!" I panted in his ear.
"Tell daddy what you want, my little angel," he said as he thrust harder into me.
"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard and make me cum!"
As I felt an orgasm build in me, I grabbed his hands and moved them to my tits and pressed myself tight to his chest.
"Ahhhh... I'm cumming!" I yelled as I climaxed.
As I came down from my incredible high, I felt my dad still massaging my breasts, pinching one nipple while sucking the other into his mouth.
"Do you like my boobs, daddy?" I asked seductively as he continued suckling on them as if trying to milk me.
"They taste so good," he said as he began sucking and pounding into me harder.
"Ahhh... Daddy... Suck me and fuck me," I cooed as another orgasm welled up in me.
"Cum in me!" I cried out.
No sooner did I say the words when I felt him blow his load, triggering me to convulse and spurt.
"Ahhhhhh... Daddy... I'm cumming again!" I squealed as I sprayed on him in seismic waves.
There was a stinging slap on my butt and I heard the words, "Hey, you okay?"
As I opened my eyes and tried to focus, I saw my dad staring up at me.
"What happened?" I asked puzzled.
"You passed out after soaking me," he said laughing.
I looked down at his face feeling dazed. "Really? God, that was so intense!"
"I think we need to get you to bed," he said as he caressed the side of my face.
As I nodded in agreement, he sat up, lifted me up off the floor, carried me into his bedroom, laid me down and pulled the covers over me. Still drunk from the rum, I quickly fell asleep.
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I awoke in a brief panic and carefully looked over to see my dad sleeping soundly. Looking back over to the nightstand I saw that it was about 6AM Christmas morning. I sighed with relief that I had not overslept and ruined the surprise I had planned for my dad. After wiping the sleep from my eyes, I quietly slid out of bed and tiptoed out of his room and into the bathroom. I filled the sink with hot sudsy water and proceeded to shave my pussy as smooth as a baby doll. When I finished, I went to the lanai and grabbed the oil from the bottle warmer and crept silently to my room where I carefully took the items I bought out of the bag and laid them on my bed. After slipping into the white erotic pantyless lingerie, I put on a pair of angel wings and halo I had bought in the decoration outlet. I then placed oversized bows over my breasts and pussy. After putting on some eye liner, rosy blush and deep red lipstick, I was almost ready.
I quietly snuck out past dad's door, through the kitchen and into the living room. Using the step stool, I reached up and removed the Angel off the top of the tree then turned on the tree lights. I took the blanket and pillows off the couch and placed them next to the tree. After turning on some soft Christmas music I was ready to put my plan in motion.
I laid on the blanket propped up on the pillows with my legs spread wide and then called out to him.
"Daddy! Time to wake up!" I shouted loudly.
After shouting a few more times, I heard him stumble through the hall. "Where are you, angel?" he asked groggily.
I giggled to myself, thinking about just how appropriate his question was.
"I'm by the Christmas tree!"
When dad entered the living room I saw his eyes widen and jaw drop as he stared at me in awe.
"Your little angel has been a bad girl and fell off the tree!" I played with the bow on my pussy.
"I need to be crammed in my place," I suggested smugly as I continued to play with myself.
"Come ram your tree in me again," I insisted while removing the bow on my pussy and spreading my hole wide open with two fingers.
"It's not fair for you to open my present for me, you know," he said coyly as I continued displaying my womanhood to him. Wasting no time, he quickly knelt down in front of my offering.
"You look amazing, my little angel!" he exclaimed, but then paused just as he was about to dive in.
"Can I take some pictures?" he asked.
"Sure!" I found myself very excited at the thought as he leapt to the kitchen counter to grab his camera.
Several poses and flashes later I asked him "Why don't you make a movie?"
He looked at me with concern. "You sure?"
"Yea, it'll be fun!"
After a few minutes of him fumbling around with some cables and his tripod, it was all set up and recording with a feed going to the TV.
I motioned to him to stay where he was and began to play with myself. Seeing this, he used the remote on the camera to zoom in on my freshly shaven pussy. Watching myself doing this on the TV was a huge turn on and I could feel my lips swell from all the excitement. Looking back over at my dad I could tell that I wasn't the only one aroused as he sat there stroking himself while panning the camera up and down my body.
Staring back at the camera, I pushed two fingers into my opening, stroking them in and out of me while gyrating my hips into the air. Continuing to do this, I grabbed the bottle of oil and squirted some into my pussy.
I had remembered how my dad got me to spurt for the first time so, while pumping my fingers in and out of myself, I curled my fingers upwards. After another few minutes of this I erupted in an orgasm that caused me to squirt several times into the air.
"Ohhhhhh..." I screamed out loud as the orgasm overwhelmed me.
After regaining my senses, I got onto my knees and extended my rear into the air, then used my finger to motion my dad over to me. As he knelt behind me, he spread my butt cheeks and buried his face between them. While he tongued my pussy, he plunged three fingers into me.
"Mmmmmmm..." I moaned as he pushed his fingers in up to his knuckles.
"Feels sooo good!" I turned my head to watch on the TV.
"Make me squirt again," I demanded as I looked back at him while moving my hips into each thrust of his fingers to maximize the penetration. Without warning he pushed his thumb into my anus and clamped his fingers together while still thrusting in and out of me.
"Holy Night!" I exclaimed as an orgasm gripped me, sending several strong squirts of cum into the blanket beneath me.
I quickly grabbed his hand to hold him still as I attempted to recover from the intensity of my orgasm. After a moment I looked back at him. "I want to watch you fuck me on the TV," I panted at him.
"As you wish, my angel." He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and then positioned himself to mount me. After pushing me down between the wings on my back to force my chest lower, he grabbed me by the hips. I watched on the TV as he positioned the tip of his penis on my pussy lips and then asked me, "May I enter the gate of Heaven?"
His question electrified me as I felt his head resting at my opening. "Please, cum right in!" I laughingly responded.
No sooner did I get the words out when he plunged deep into me.
"Huuuuuuugh," I exhaled sharply, feeling him bear down on me right to my cervix. He held me firm by the hips as he attempted to force himself deeper. When I felt that he was as deep as he could go, I squeezed my vaginal muscles tight clamping down on him.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he moaned as we stayed motionless, attempting to absorb as much of the feeling as possible. Then he hunched over my back and grabbed me by my tits. Squeezing my nipples, he pulled them upwards toward my face, forcing me forward while pushing all of his weight into my cunt. As my mound pushed into the wet blanket I felt the head of his penis push against the cleft of my cervix.
"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned in amazement. "Did you feel that?" I turned and asked. "your sooo deep in me" I cooed and smiled at him.
"That feels so incredible!" he announced. "I've never been this deep into a woman before."
"Spread your knees apart, like you're doing a split," he commanded.
I obeyed quickly and as I did, I could feel my cunt stretching even wider as he continued to push his weight into me. When my knees were as far apart as I could move them, he pinched my nipples tight and firmly cupped my breasts. Then, he arched his back up straight while pulling me upright with him. This in turn shifted all of my weight on his pole. He then positioned his knees and feet so he could hold me.
"Smile and keep your legs spread for the camera," he playfully whispered into my ear as he shifted our combined weight to his center of gravity and lifted me right off the ground.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," I moaned as I felt him penetrate me even deeper.
As he stood up, I used the top of my feet behind his butt to hold myself against him and keep my knees spread. After turning around toward the camera he proceeded to bounce me up and down.
I watched in excitement as his dick slid in and out of my cunt on the TV. I was so turned on by this I started cumming almost immediately.
"Ahhhh, I'm cumming again!' I shouted as I convulsed.
Just then I felt him throb in me. "Oh God!" he roared as I felt a wave of warmth explode into me. I felt myself spray again as he continued to bounce me up and down.
As he released his load in me, he collapsed backwards onto the blanket with me now reverse straddling him on my knees. I slowly moved to his rhythm as I felt the last few waves of his semen inject into me.
While I sat there on him, exhausted, he zoomed the camera in on my pussy and we watched as his dick slowly became limp. After just a few more moments my pussy expelled his now palsied penis along with several globs of cum. I scooped the cum out of my opening with my fingers and smeared it all over my tits and belly. I then pushed my mound into him while sliding backwards, smearing more of our juices up his chest until my pussy was over his mouth. He immediately latched on to me and began sucking and tongue fucking me while I began orally cleaning his limp dick and balls.
After just a few moments he was hard again and I started deep throating him. As we continued to sixty-nine each other, I felt his shaft swell in my throat and knew he was about to release again. I pulled back, took a deep breath and plunged him deep into my mouth, taking in his whole length. As I struggled to fight off the gag reflex, he exploded into me, forcing his spunk directly down into my gullet. When his penis stop twitching, I clamped my lips tight around him and sucked hard while letting it slide out of my mouth.
We lay in the 69 position for several minutes before he turned off the camera and we sat up and passionately kissed.
"I love you," he said as he gazed into my eyes and delicately rubbed his finger across my lips.
"I love you too, Dad. Merry Christmas!" I softly spoke and then kissed him again.
"I got you a few things for Christmas," he stammered. "I hope you like them." He reached under the tree and grabbed a present and handed it to me.
It was a medium sized box like the kind you would put a sweater in, wrapped in festive green and red striped paper and sporting a big gold bow with ribbon. With the clean folds, I could tell it had been carefully wrapped with love. I smiled and proceeded to open it. Inside was an exquisite sensual black dress with parts of it made of sheer silk, the kind you would wear out to a formal gathering.
"I love it, it's beautiful!" I exclaimed as I held it to my face.
As I looked up at him, he handed me another, this one smaller and in yellow, red and gold. I quickly opened it, revealing a black sexy teddy also made of sheer silk.
"Wow," I said as I held it up to inspect its delicate features. "When did you... How did you know my size?" I enquired.
"I saw you go into the lingerie shop. So... I waited until you left and asked the sales lady for help. She remembered exactly what size you were and she helped me pick them both out." "I thought the dress looked familiar."
"Yea, she said that you stared at it for a bit and she could tell you really liked it." He smiled with delight. "They just happened to have one in the back that was your size."
"Here, open this one." He handed me a blue and white present.
This box was a bit larger and I could tell that it was not clothing by the shape and weight. After removing the paper I stared in wonder. "What is it?" I asked, puzzled by the odd parts inside.
"It's an enema kit," my Dad said smugly with a wink. "It will make more sense later... I promise you will not be disappointed." He said with a devilish expression on his face.
"I can't wait," I laughed.
As I sat there and smiled at him he handed me a blue velvet jewelry case. "Here, this is for you too." His words and the tone he used were warm and soft as he slowly opened it towards me. Inside was the most beautiful white gold necklace with two hearts entwined and set with a row of diamonds. It sparkled and shimmered in the low light from the tree. I just stared in awe at its amazing beauty.
"I tried to find something as beautiful as you... this is the closest thing I could find." His eyes met mine again.
I sat there speechless. Never had I received such a beautiful gift before.
"I... I... don't know what to say, it looks so..." I stammered as he began putting it around my neck.
"I feel a bit awkward... you spent way too much on me." I said while he grabbed my chin and then kissed me.
"You are worth it, and much more!" he whispered into my ear.
I tilted my head down and could feel my cheeks flush as I blushed. I then reached under the tree and pulled out the two small gifts I got him.
"Here... Open this one first." I handed him the small green wrapped box. "I got this for you before I came up here." I felt myself blush again.
He carefully removed the silver bow that seemed bigger than the box and stuck it to my left breast, just above the nipple. As he removed the paper it revealed a small black velvet jewelry case. Inside the case was a thin plain platinum pinky ring.
"Read the inscription," I said, excitedly.
"To the man in my life who has always been there for me. I love you. \~EM," he read out loud, squinting at the tiny letters.
"Seems even more appropriate now," I smirked.
"It's perfect, I love it," he said in a soft voice.
As I saw him motion to put it on his finger, I said "I hope it fits."
Though he had to push firmly to get it over his knuckle, it seemed to be a near perfect fit.
"I will wear it always!" he exclaimed as he embraced me.
After we hugged, I handed him the other gift. It was lighter and a bit bigger. Its festive blue and silver paper sparkled from the glitter in it.
"This one I got for you when we went to the mall. It's not as serious," I giggled with delight.
He quickly opened it to discover a vibrating cock ring.
"It's rechargeable!" I said excitedly. "Do you like it?"
"Is this to encourage my angel to stay mounted on the tree?" he asked with a laugh.
"I definitely believe that your angel would find it hard not to want to stay on top of your tree," I replied and laughed back.
"I charged it before I wrapped it, just in case you wanted to take it for a test drive," I said with a wink.
I barely completed my sentence before he attacked my neck with love bites and groped me in my love hole. Within moments I had placed the ring on him in high speed and he was balls deep in my canal. The sensation was amazing and despite all the fucking we did earlier, he plowed into me like a starved rabid dog.
Only a few minutes had passed before he drowned my pussy in a flood of cum. The moment I felt him pulse into me, I began squirting too. He collapsed on me, my breast in his mouth like a nursing infant. We were both utterly spent and lay there in our sticky mess while the vibrator continued to stimulate me into an orgasmic comatose.
"Merry Christmas!" we both passionately whispered to each other. | literotica |
Title: A Fox in the Woods--revised and edited. by SnowblindOtter
Tags: Character Development, Forest, Fox, M/F, Plot Development, Romance, Shapeshifting, Vixen
My master purposefully packed various items as I silently padded around the small cabin room. His bags were laid out on the bed, just out of my range of vision, and his back was turned to me as he proceeded with his work. It was time once again for my master to travel to town, a much needed excursion to suppliment our dwindeling cache of supplies like food and medicine, among other things. I would be left alone for extended periods during these excursions, as the town was quite far--almost a league if my memory served from what my master had told me. He always left early in the morning, but I was left through the day, and often into the night as well, alone at the cabin to my own machinations; usually playfully gallavanting around the property, careful to stay away from the treeline. When I did chance the trees, I was always meticulous about not straying too far from my home.
"Remember, there are many wild happenings within the trees." He had told me once.
"But master, where is the harm in following the trails?" I had asked. "Are they not safe enough?" I can still remember the look on his face, and the way his voice changed.
"The trails lead deep within the forest. It would only be too easy for you to get lost, or worse." He had chastised me, his voice rising briefly in anger at my impudence. "You would do well to not stray from the cabin until I return, for your own safety."
I knew he was concerned for me, as I had only been wild when he found me. He had tamed the wilderness in me, kept me safe and given me shelter. I did not argue further with him, but lately the desire to find a mate had risen in my mind, and was becoming stronger. I sat and thought about these words, knowing that I had lost count how many times I had done so before, as my master said his farewells and left the cabin. I soon adventured outdoors, playfully chasing butterflies and pouncing small wildflowers. I was enjoying myself, when I heard a howl sound from deep in the forest.
The sound was familiar to me, and sent a savage chill through my body from my snout to my tail. I cowered briefly in fear, wondering whether I should follow the sound or remain where I knew I was safe. The sound had come from a trail not far from the cabin, and before I had realized it, I was slinking through the shadows along the side of the trail, drawing closer to the sounds of an anamalistic whimpering. They seemed to be growing weaker, and as I got closer, ceased all together. A mixture of fear and concerne flooded my mind as I rounded a small bush, searching for the sound.
On the trail ahead of me was another fox with stunning silver fur. I moved cautiously foreward and gazed with wonder at the color of the fur. It was as silver as moonlight, and seemed as if to be able to give a reflection if one looked at it. Looking him over, I saw him held in a trap. I crept closer still, and gently nudged him with my muzzle, failing to invoke any response.
*Why would anyone put a fox trap in the woods?* I wondered. There were no hunters here, there had been none for a long time. My heart started to race as I looked at the stunning fox, his body trapped in a snare, broken and utterly destroyed. A well known fear coursed through me, one that I had felt since my master had found me. I knew I couldn't do anything for the beautiful fox while master was away, and I was forced to return to the cabin. I started as I realized that I had lost track of the time. The shadows had lengthened considerably, and the warm sun was sinking low over the horizon. I had to return before it dissappeared, and all I had was the stars to light my way...
I started back to the cabin in a blind terror, running quickly. I ran, the bushes and vines flashing by in blurs. In my panic, I lost my direction. I turned my head and looked around. Suddenly, the ground dissapeared from underneath my feet, and I found myself lying in a clup of dead branches that had fallen. I tried to get up, but my leg was pinned under a large, heavy branch.
*Oh my god* , I thought. *What now?* I didnt know if i should start howling, knowing that spmeone had just caught the silver fox not far down the path, or if I should stay quiet. Panic started to set in; I was going to die, and it was all because I had disobeyed my master. I whined softly, fighting to hold back tears when I heard a sound like twigs cracking. I knew someone or something is coming towards me. I tried to stay calm and quiet, but it must have heard me when I whined.
"Shush, my little vixen," A voice said. "Now, how *did* you get caught on these branches, hmm?" I turned my head and saw a man with clean, short-cropped hair. His face was gentle, but his eyes frightened me the way that he looked at me.
"I got frightened and lost my way," I replied as he set to work freeing me. I tried to stand up, but pain shot up my leg and I fell back down."
"You should lie down," He said. His voice was husky, but it had an air of kind friendliness to it. "You have a horrible cut on your leg that's bleeding pretty bad. We should get that taken care of. I have a camp not too far from here, say a mile or two. I can take you there and dress this wound, and return you to where you belong."
I was still afraid, but had no choice.I couldn't walk back to the cabin, so I had to trust him as he put his muscular arms around me and lifted me gently to his chest. He had a unexpected gentleness about him, but it was almost night and there was something about me that I didn't want him to find out. I had to get back to the cabin before dark.
It was a long walk, and it seemed like would never arrive at his campfire. Despite it being nearly nightfall, I still had to trust him. We finally made it there, and he set me down and began to clean my cut.
"Now," He said, his voice calm and soothing. "This might hurt, but it will spare you any infections." She gasped and whimpered in pain as he worked, reflexively trying to pull the wounded limb away, but his grip was firm.
"Well, now your leg is clean and bandaged. I will take you where you want to go if you like."
"Thank you," I said.
"May I ask where exactly that is?" He said smoothly.
"I kind of got turned around when I panicked," I told him. "But I should be able to track my way back."
"Oh," He chuckled. "I see..." He added, waving a large hand towards my nose. Just then, what should have never happened, did. Night had fallen while he was tending to me, but I hadn't taken any notice; he kept me in a kind of trance it seemed.
"Just let me pack up my camp, and we shall be off." Then thing I didnt want to happen in front of him was going to, and there was nothing i could do about it. Suddenly my body started to change with the night, my vulpine body becoming that of a human girl with auburn hair. My only thought was to run away before he saw, but I couldn't move.
"Oh, jeeze!" He said. He could only stand still in a daze looking at the girl now in front of him . "How did you do that?"
"I am a certain kind of creature that changes with the sun." I told him, looking at the dirt. "Fox by day, and woman by night."
"Then we had better get you back to your master before anything more happens." He said cautiously. "May i asked your name? " he asked.
"You've been saying the whole time, actually." I told him. "My name is Vixen."
I felt mixed emotions in my head, and chastised myself. I wasn't suppose to want another, but the urge to have him was growing stronger as he came closer to pick me up and take me home
I looked into his eyes and asked, "What is your name?"
"Matt,"
I didn't know what I was feeling at that moment; my arms where around his neck and my lips so close to his we could of touched, then he unexpectedly kissed me. His lips were so gentle and the way his tongue pressed between my lips and pushed its way to mine sent a shock of electrictly into my body. | FSE |
Title: Part Four: Jenn's Choice by TenebraeVulpis
Tags: Canine, Friendship, Human, Plot Development, Series, Violence
*It's been an entire week since Aaron and I first kissed, and not a day's gone by that I haven't felt complete. He's perfect in every single way. I mean, I was raised to think that very few people like him would be tolerant of... creatures, like me. But as long as I have Aaron, I don't care about what other people think of me. Because there's no reason to let mean things get to me. I was raised to be better than that. I just can't help but get over how Christie treats me. It's like she completely has it in for me. Like nothing that I do to try and ignore or escape her works... And then, if that wasn't bad enough, I still have to be extra careful about talking to my parents about Aaron. After my 'stunt' as they called it, it's been almost a total lock-down around here. No visitors, no being out late, no leaving the house for anything other than necessity, no nothing. It wouldn't be all that bad, but that means that I can't spend all the time I want with Aaron, and I can't even call him 'cause I don't have a cell. Sometimes life can be so unfair...*
It was bad, yes, but it wasn't as though I couldn't still see him at school. Which was what I had been doing every single day. Though when the weekend came, I was lost on what to do. I wanted nothing but to see him, but there was no way I could... or was there?
"Hey mom?" I asked as I calmly approached.
"Yes dear, what is it?" She had been working on cleaning up the house as she always did on the weekends. It was at this time that she was most vulnerable and easily influenced.
"I just remembered that I have to help with a school project, and I need to go over to someone's house. So, I sort of need to go..." It was lying and sneaky, but what could I do? I had to see Aaron.
"Can't they come over here?" she responded, starting back to cleaning casually.
"No... They already decided that where they were going to work on it. I'm sorry that I forgot to ask about it sooner, but I just remembered." With my puppy-dog face out in full, all that I had to do was get her to look me in the eyes and I'd be set. But, she had to pay attention to me first. She had already gone back to putting her full attention into cleaning, as though it was already decided... HA! As far as I was concerned, it wasn't decided until I was holding Aaron's hand and snuggling into his neck.
Somewhat blushing from the thought, I tapped on my mom's shoulder. "Mom? I really need to go so that I can help with the project. It's a group grade, and I don't want to let my group down."
Her head lifted. That was it! She looked right at me; right into my eyes. "Oh, okay sweetie. Just promise me that you'll be careful-"
"I promise! ThankyouIloveyoubye!" And I bounded out the door before she had a chance to question me further.
I wanted to go straight to Aaron's house, but then it hit me; I'd never even figured out where he lived. During the time we spent together, he always seemed to avoid talking about himself. I guess I just figured that he was embarrassed about it, so I let it be... but all I had to go by was a cell phone number.
"Duh!" I punched myself in the head for not thinking about it sooner. I had his cell number, so I could just call him and he could pick me up! "Now where's a pay phone when you need one?"
Rummaging through my pockets for some spare change, I managed to find enough to make a quick call. But, thanks to a lack of knowledge of my general surroundings, I didn't know where to even start looking for a phone. Not that I was going to give up any time soon.
When minutes started to turn into half an hour, I started to lose hope that there were even phones anywhere in the city! But then, as if by a miracle, I saw Aaron's car out of the corner of my eye. I brought my paw up and waved as the car came closer. It wasn't until the car was next to me that I noticed that it wasn't his. The side was banged up, but Aaron's was in perfect condition.
The window rolled down and I saw who was in it. The driver I didn't know, but the girl in the passenger seat was unmistakable. It was Christie, from school. "Well, look at what we have here... The little bitch that thinks she's all that and can go around humping on Aaron's arm whenever she gets the chance. What's a whore like you doing out in the daytime? I thought that you only came out at night and for people holding hundreds."
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think fast like Aaron, so I didn't stand a chance at making a comeback. "What do you want Christie? I've never done anything to you."
She groped herself over to the driver-side window and looked out. "You found a way to make a complete fool of me, that's what you did! Nobody's *ever* rejected me... until that little boy came along. And then you come in with your little bitch self and sweep him off his feet like an angel? You ruined my reputation you little mutt!"
I was afraid that she was gonna attack me, so I backed up and started walking away. I thought that would be the end of it, but no. I saw the car shaking back and forth before she opened up the passenger-side door and started walking toward me. "Oh no! Don't think that you're going to just walk away from me! You've got to learn that nobody makes a fool of Christie Michelle Renne!"
In the blink of an eye she was inches away from me. Or it could have just appeared to look that way; I was somewhat scared at that point. I backed up a step, but she countered with a step forward. She didn't let me get more than a foot away. I could honestly say that I was afraid for my life. She pulled her arm back, and I flinched. She swung at me, and I yelped.
The collar of my shirt was grabbed and ripped down the middle. It was lucky that I was even wearing a bra, because they were still a new thing for me, and I didn't have many. She was yelling, but I didn't have the mind to listen to what she was saying. I was focusing on trying to keep from taking a direct slap to the face. But I didn't know that she was going to what she did after that didn't work.
I could feel my hair being grabbed and pulled down. Tears were spilling from my eyes from a mix of pain and confusion. I couldn't tell what was happening. My stomach burst into pain and my legs gave out, but the pain didn't stop. I was bombarded with blows to my face, stomach, legs; anywhere that could be reached. My nose felt like it caved in. My chest was on fire, and made it hard to breathe. Then, I just went black.
\* \* \* \* \*
When I woke up, I wasn't quite sure what had happened, whether it was a dream or if it had been real. Seconds later when my body once again erupted into pain I knew that it did, in fact, happen. My eyes were blurred, and every single inch of me ached. I wanted to scream, but I didn't even know if my lips would move.
I heard footsteps, and prayed that it wasn't Christie coming back for another round. But, there were three distinct pairs of footsteps. One I couldn't figure out, but the other two I knew exactly who they belonged to. A heavy dress shoe that squeaked whenever it was stepped on slightly sideways, and a dainty pair of tennis shoes; both belonged to my parents.
"Mr. And Mrs. Gillet, your daughter is in quite bad shape," I heard someone say, "and I'm surprised that she was even able to breathe when we got to her. Her snout is broken in two places, she has a rib that has snapped and crushed her left lung... and that's only about half of the list I have. She's lucky that the police drove by and stopped the girl from beating your daughter, otherwise... she'd probably be dead right now."
I didn't catch a lot of it. My hearing was fading in and out, the same with my eyes. It felt like I wasn't even fully awake, but just sort of floating along with the ticking of a clock that I heard.
For all that I knew, it was only a few minutes that passed. But, in reality, it had been four days that I was like that. During that time I couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, and I'm not sure if that was a good thing or not. Time and time again, I hear Aaron's voice speaking my name, but the same I heard from my parents' voices too. I never heard them at the same time, and I wasn't even sure if I was just imagining them there.
Every time I heard Aaron's voice, I tried to call out to him, but my mouth wouldn't move at all. But, all that I heard was him singing. It was the song that we had sung together in the park not long ago. After that, I couldn't make out anything else. Were they memories, or was he really there? I wanted so badly to know for sure whether or not I was sleeping or awake. I couldn't tell a difference between anything, and it was making me want to cry.
Another thing that I heard constantly was the sound of what I assumed was the doctor. He was talking to himself, or to someone that kept completely silent. And it was always the same thing: *"Slow progress..."*
What did he mean by that? Was there something wrong with me? Was that why I wasn't waking up? I just wanted to wake up so badly... I wanted to see my family. I wanted to see Aaron.
\* \* \* \* \*
It was almost an entire week in the real world that I was out. In that time, my room was filled with flowers, cards, best wishes, and even a few visitors. During the day, my parents stayed by my bedside. They stayed all day, every day until they had to leave because of hospital regulations. Unbeknownst to most everyone, Aaron had been coming in after hours to visit. He didn't find out about me until two days after I was admitted, and he'd spent the entire first night crying by my bedside. He stayed until the early hours singing to me and even though I wasn't even aware of him.
Finally, when my dreams stopped and I started to regain my consciousness, it had been a total of six days that I had been out. I didn't know it at the time, but I was much more lucky that I thought.
"Doctor! She's waking up! She's finally waking up!"
"Jenn? Jenn, can you hear me? If you understand me, nod your head."
I nodded my head. I was still confused, but at least I did understand him.
"Jennifer, you might be a little groggy right now, but you need to try and stay awake for me, okay? You've been in a coma for the past six days. We weren't sure that you were ever going to wake up again."
If you haven't ever heard the sound of your mind grinding to a halt, it sounds a lot like the screeching of tires right before a car slams into a wall going 90 miles per hour, or the sound of a gear seizing up in an old-fashioned clock before a spring over-twists and bursts out of the glass front. Not the most pleasant sound by any means.
I wanted to move, but my limbs felt like lead. I wanted to scream, but my jaw felt like it was wired shut. I wanted to cry, and so I did. My eyes started to blur, but a hand wiped the tears away. The tears kept coming, and each time they were wiped away.
"It's gonna be okay baby. You're gonna be okay. Momma's here sweetie. Mommy and daddy are here. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be just fine..."
It was the sound of my mom's voice, but it was shaky. I had never heard her sound like that before. She had always been a strong-voiced person. Never one to cry. That must have meant that it was worse than I had only started to take in. And that only made me start to cry even more.
Dad stayed back and simply stood watching. His lip was quivering, but he held his composure. There were also two other people in the room; a man and a younger woman. The woman whispered something to the man, and then ran out of the room. I wasn't about to ask what she was doing. I was too worried about myself.
When I tried to talk, all that I could do was make muffled squeaks and whines. The one man walked over and started to talk to me again. "Jennifer, your jaw is wired shut. Please, try not to move or talk, it will only be harder if you do."
I wanted to cry again. Just what all had Christie done to me? What did I do to deserve being beaten? I ruined her reputation? Because Aaron liked me and not her? I must have done something horrible for God to have let something like that happen...
But it wasn't over yet. "Jennifer," the man I now assumed to be the doctor said, "it's going to be a long recovery time for you. The severity of the injuries you sustained has made surgery the only option. Of course, we performed this while you were still unconscious, just on the chance that you woke up. But, for one such as yourself, it may take upwards of four months for you to fully heal. So you're going to have to take it easy for a while."
"It's gonna be okay sweetie. The doctor told us while you were in the coma. You're gonna be fed intravenously until your jaw heals back, and you're gonna have to do some physical therapy for your legs. But it's all gonna be okay," mom said, trying to comfort me. It didn't help, but at least she was trying.
The doctor whispered something to my parents then walked out the door. I didn't catch what he said, but it wasn't like it mattered. With my mom and dad being the only ones in the room other than myself, I just had one more person that I wanted to see... even though I didn't want him to see me like this.
As if thinking about him wasn't enough, I head someone running down the hallway. I had hoped that it wasn't Aaron, just because I honestly didn't want him to see me. But, as luck would have it, it was him. "Jenn!" When I looked over, I saw that his eye was swollen and his lip cracked. "I came as soon as they told me-" But then, he paused. He stared past me like I was invisible. "Mr. Gillet?! What're you doing here?"
"Aaron?!" | FSE |
Months passed, and with them, the old world. There was little left of Earth as it used to be, both literally and metaphorically, as not only was the planet itself upturned when it came to its natural processes, but the people living upon it had undergone a… transformation, so to speak. There were two groups, based entirely on whether or not they had met Woz or even heard of the Great Hungerer, the Ravenous God, the Bottomless Maw. Like the gods of eld, his presence was made known all through itself, as no actions were technically needed for him to spread his influence to all that lived and breathed. Merely by existing, he could subvert and corrupt… or, as his followers would put it, enlighten and exalt.
It was a matter of perspective, of course, where the former side was wrong, and the latter side correct; after all, who wouldn’t want to be elevated next to their god, an actual god, one that provably existed and demonstrably blessed those who were faithful to him? Certainly not the entirety of the population of Europe and most of Asia, who gleefully gave themselves over to Woz as soon as the first effects of his presence made themselves known. It was a fortunate consequence of his having grown as massive as he had, as now his body was big enough to disrupt the cycles of the Earth on a planetary scale just by him being there; when one was so colossal that one covered the near-entirety of North America, along with practically everything from Mexico to Bolivia passing by the Gulf and the Caribbean, one was large enough to alter weather patterns and have one’s power seep into the very land itself… though, to be fair, it was likely just a combination of the burping, pheromones, and whatever godly particles were emitted by a body as glorious as Woz’s.
He couldn’t so much be seen from orbit as he was in orbit; it was difficult to ignore the continent-sized mound of pudge and fat that had grown uncontrollably over the past few months, especially when their presence alone was enough to cause world governments to fall to pieces as their citizens left en masse to join with the Congregation of the Ever Gluttonous, as Delton’s organization had taken to calling itself. Much as some states tried their best to offer better conditions to their people, there was just no competing with the gator, nor the Heaven that he promised; what were better roads and health services compared to an eternity of bliss and self-indulgence? How could any mortal pleasures possibly compare to what a god like Woz could provide with the barest amount of attention paid to the world around him?
Thus, step by step, person by person, supplicant by supplicant, he grew bigger, fatter, a larger and ever-greater conglomeration of fat rolls and flab fields, of blubber and pudge that grew forevermore and never ceased, until he took the planet itself for his throne. Granted, it was hard to tell just what Woz himself was thinking at that point; none had spoken to him in months, and even Delton, the one closest to the god, only occasionally received grunts or whispers that he had to do his best to decode. Woz was, ultimately, still gorging himself on countless tons of mass per day, and while he certainly could talk if he wanted to, doing so would mean spending time not eating, which wasn’t an acceptable course of action in his mind.
No, he’d much rather just keep on devouring whatever was dumped into the black hole that was his mouth, and worry about the finer details never; just as long as his worshippers managed that, then he didn’t have to worry about anything else. Nevertheless, given the warmth radiating from his form, the occasional giggling heard from on high, as well as the shockwaves coursing through his body whenever he had a particularly heavy mouthful go down, all those living on the gator just assumed that he was having the time of his life; how could he not, being a god and all?
Thus, none stopped to think of any path that wasn’t “more”, nor did they do anything at all beyond feed the gluttonous monster that Woz had become, until there was very little left of the continent he used to call home. The one change came on the tail end of this process, the First Step as it was called, when Delton actually did something for the first time in what felt like forever; rather than simply feed off of his god’s residual energy, the man woke up properly and began issuing orders, seemingly taken by divine inspiration. Very few understood the full scope of what he was trying to accomplish, but as soon as the disparate pieces issued to disparate groups were put together, the Congregation came to realize what they had been ordered to build: a communicator.
The facility itself was gargantuan, easily bigger than most of the nutrient paste factories, and set directly next to the titanic maw of their god; once turned on, it would allow for direct communication with Woz, albeit limited in who actually got to speak with him. For only those educated in the deeper mysteries could so much as begin to scratch the surface of the deity’s mind, which in practice meant Delton and a few of his chosen. Not that anyone minded; they’d spent months living perfectly fine atop Woz without any actual instructions, so even at its worst, installing a means of communication was a net positive.
Hence why, in the frigid lands of the northern Yukon, a small settlement was rocked one night by the appearance of an Emissary, one chosen by the Congregation to carry the Word of Woz to the furthest reaches of the world. In their hands, a device for direct Communion, that they may speak to their divinity directly rather than through second-hand interpretations. Hence why this particular emissary, a stoat-turned-gator who weighed in at a respectable couple dozen tons, was ordered to make the journey over to northernment reaches of the territory, on a direct mission from their god.
On paper, their job was to serve as advance warning that this would be one of the last settlements to be taken in the First Step, when Woz’s body at long last covered the entirety of the North American continent and dipped into the frigid arctic waters further beyond. Off-record, however, the Emissary had been tasked with a goal far more important than merely advising the residents to finally get off their asses and join up with the rest of the Congregation, for there was someone very important living in that town, someone who had for too long resisted the call.
There, sitting at a bar, staring up at a tiny television mounted on a corner, was someone who was about as far-removed from their natural habitat as they could be; he’d been sent there nearly a year prior as a result of his actions, and in retrospect, it had perhaps been the best thing to have ever happened to him. It took Antoine a significant amount of time before he came to see it as such, especially since the first couple of months were mostly dedicated to him trying to survive in the cold, but after a short while, he came to understand that there was a reason he’d been sent there, and it wasn’t because he had been bested by a “runt”.
Looking back at what he’d done, the way he’d acted, the manner in which he treated others, he had to admit: he was kind of a dick. Not the fun kind of dick, who made snarky comments but ultimately had a heart of gold to be found by someone who wanted to look past the rough exterior, but just… a dick, pure and simple. And it took him being bested in what he thought was his “turf”, then sent literally flying away as a result, for him to understand how wrong he was, and how terribly he’d acted towards everyone and everything around him back at the bayou. It was mostly for this reason that, when he saw the first news of Woz’s ascension, his reaction was one of pity and disappointment: to him, this was what he would’ve become, had he not controlled himself the slightest bit; had he just been continuously fed by others, he too would have become a ravenous god, rather than a random gator taking up lumberjacking as a profession in the forests of Yukon.
Yet, the more he heard of it, the more he listened to the reports and to the handful of people who came back to the town to deliver the good news, the more he came to realize that his initial impressions were… half-right. Yes, he would have become just like Woz had he been given the chance, but the fact of the matter was that he would never get that chance to begin with. The only reason the “runt” was so big was because others were happy to feed them, something that never happened when he was back at the swamps; Antoine had to scrimp and scrape and intimidate for every bit of food he ate, and considering how much of it went down his gullet, that was a significant amount of effort expended just to stuff his gob. In sharp contrast, all Woz had to do was open his mouth and people gleefully threw as much food into it as they could, regardless of what the gator had done for them, or if they even knew him to begin with.
And thanks to this, Woz had become something akin to a god, fed purely through his gluttony, but fueled through his compassion, his love for others, and his willingness to extend the blessings he received to everyone around him. It was, ultimately, the biggest lesson that Antoine had to learn: that the reason why he’d lost weight was not because he’d come second in a two-person eating competition and was then burped to the Yukon, but that, at the end of the day, he had just been an unpleasant cunt to be around. Maybe, if he’d given the slightest shit about people other than him, they would’ve paid back in the same coin, and it would’ve been him on the news rather than Woz. Or, perhaps, he would’ve come to appreciate the simple pleasures of a life lived with loved ones all around, and settled for merely being the biggest dumbass in the bayou.
Hard to tell, given all things that had happened; for all that Antoine knew, he didn’t even have the ability to grow that large. Thankfully, such questions would be answered, and in short order as well; the gator barely looked away from the screen when he heard and felt the heavy steps of the approaching Emissary. Indeed, when the colossus squeezed his way through the front door, loudly announcing that the settlement would be next on the First Step, and that any who wanted could leave with them to join with the great Woz… he sighed. Antoine sighed, slipped off from his chair, and then turned around to face the mountain of jiggling blubber that was that… thing, that transformed creature who was once not a gator, yet no longer had a choice in the matter. He faced them, clearing his throat, before at long last finally saying something after months of remaining silent by choice.
“I have business with your god,” he declared, voice hoarse from lack of use, “and I wish to speak with him. Please, take me to him.”
The Emissary smiled. The communicator he kept close to one of his ears buzzed, the heavenly tones of his deity reverberating through his skull.
“The Ever Gluttonous, too, wishes to speak with you,” the corpulent giant replied, “come, child; let us go together, and see brilliance on the horizon. Your day hath come.”
***
There was a plan… of sorts. It wasn’t much at first, and it had plenty of gaps that couldn’t really be filled without experimental technology that no one truly had, but with Delton’s genius behind the proceedings, the Cult was optimistic about their prospects, even if production lines were slow to build and even slower to kick into gear. It was hard to get anything done when most of one’s existence consisted of neverending bliss and a constant fattening that literally could not be stopped no matter how much anyone wanted it, forcing those involved in the project to take increasingly unorthodox paths to solve what would’ve once been perfectly mundane problems. Yet, at the same time, this was seen less as a hassle and more as further evidence that theirs was the correct choice, that their decision to live upon their god’s frame was the one most likely to deliver them to their Heaven; after all, if it weren’t, then people wouldn’t be too busy slowly turning into ever-fatter balls of pudge to do any work, nor would they be so enamored by the notion of doing nothing while they bloated that they couldn’t perform any of the delicate operations required to get the project into motion.
It fell to Delton and his direct assistants to get anything done… Delton and, of course, his new right-hand gator, Antoine. The meeting between the old, self-proclaimed leader of the bayou and the Ever Gluttonous was one that few were permitted to witness, and even fewer knew the significance of; even Delton, who up until that point had been the main point of contact between Woz and the world, was not allowed to actually listen to what was said. What was known was that, after all was said and done, Antoine, by that point big enough to overshadow a well-sized downtown distract, approached the head of the cult and whispered to him some choice words, and from there on, he stood at the man’s side, ready to provide his expert opinion on whatever was necessary.
And thus the Ever Gluttonous grew ever fatter, with the gator god’s girth approaching the shores of Europe and Africa, having all-but completely devoured the entirety of the Atlantic. By then, of course, there were few people left that could even think about the consequences of this; most population centers around the planet had relocated onto Woz, and those that hadn’t were well on their way to preparing one final evacuation before leaving their homes forever. Rumours abounded that the priesthood was trying for something different, for a more permanent, or at least more long-term solution, but maddeningly few scraps of information were filtered down from on high.
The most that anyone knew was that it was called the “Big Move”, and it involved finding Woz a source of food that would last for longer than the already abused Earth. One didn’t become so fat as to cover multiple continents without thoroughly upending the entirety of the planet’s natural processes, and the only reason why it was inhabitable at all was because Woz happened to be on it; soon enough, he would become so immense, so gargantuan, that the world would fail to keep him glued to its surface… though, by then, everyone and everything worth saving would’ve been given some space on him, turning him into a life-preserving Ark on which the whole of Earth’s ecosystem could survive on nothing more than the gator god’s presence alone.
And this, ultimately, was the crux of the issue when it came to the Big Move: the idea that Woz’s source of power was, indeed, bottomless. In any other scenario, one would be content with knowing one broke the laws of physics in a way that would’ve made old world scientists bawl like babies, but when it came to Woz, even this wasn’t enough. In truth, the growth had merely been a fortunate side-product of the real sacrament, that of mindless consumption: think not on the why you eat, only that you do eat! The move wasn’t happening because they needed to get the gator god more fuel, but because it was, put simply, the right thing to do; in theory, the amount of power held within Woz should be enough to let him coast through most of eternity on that one colossal, year-long meal he’d been having, but that just wouldn’t do.
For a god like him, for a god that a cult had taken to calling the Ever Gluttonous, to not be eating was a travesty, and to be satiated was a mythical state considered worse than death. Better to hunger than to be full, better to yearn than be satisfied, and it was for this precise reason that the Move was planned. Few were privy to the details, mostly since they involved high-end physics that even Delton was afraid of screwing around with, but the one certainty that everyone involved in the thinking had was that there was no method of propulsion that could get them where they wanted… apart from Woz himself.
The planet certainly wasn’t going to move, and even if it did it wouldn’t carry with it sufficient resources to be worth taking along for the ride. This left Woz and Woz alone, and the means through which to achieve motion in space were… difficult, to say the least. The answer itself was somewhat obvious; the problem was getting the maths to work out and for their calculations to not inevitably lead to errors powerful enough to make calculators want to bite the fingers off presumably startled researchers. In a way, Antoine’s presence was a fantastic boon for the process, as he was the one person with extensive personal knowledge on how this particular trait of Woz’s biology worked, even if he was reluctant to discuss the subject matter if it ever related directly to the root cause of it, or the long period of isolation and (semi-)self-imposed exile in the Yukon.
He alone knew what it was like to be propelled long distances via the gator god’s burps, and he alone could tell Delton and his crew what the experience was like, in the hopes that they may draw the right conclusions from what were, essentially, a bunch of disparate anecdotes with no hard data to back them up. Not that anyone disbelieved him when he told the story, but the lack of measuring instruments made it hard to truly gauge what was needed for a burst of that magnitude, and all he did was get blown halfway across the continent, rather than the literal stellar distances that Delton was planning. For ultimately, they might as well go for the biggest target that wouldn’t singe everyone contact, the one biggest source of mass in the entirety of the Solar System: Jupiter. In theory, it was a perfectly sound and rational decision: get Woz into Jupiter’s orbit, then use the gas giant as a source of mass for the Ever Gluttonous.
With it being several times bigger than the Earth, there was no telling how long it would take for their god to go through the cosmic meal, and by the time he was finished, it was highly likely that his body would be so enormous as to encompass most of the rest of the system around him, thus making it quite simple to just relocate the mass conversion facilities to wherever was most convenient.
Getting to Jupiter, on the other hand, was the hard part; not only did they require a means of propulsion that could get Woz’s non-insignificant frame off-planet, but one that could last all the way to their destination and still be usable to slow down in order to be caught by the gravity well properly. After weeks of deliberation, it was decided that the best chance they had was to rely on the gator’s own belching: to force their god to burp one extremely loud and long time, and redirect the energy contained within it to get his body to move upwards and outwards towards Jupiter.
To that end, the solution was actually ingeniously simple: just stop feeding him. The moment food stopped pouring into Woz’s gullet, he was certain to belch, given he’d spent over a year being pumped fuller and fuller at every second, and the longer he went without being able to alleviate any of that pressure, then, surely, the bigger the resulting burst would be. Quite fortuitously, the feeding schedule the gator had been under for most of his time as a god had prevented him from being able to burp, something Delton was quick to turn into official policy as soon as Antoine revealed to him some of the deeper mysteries that even the High Acolyte was not aware of. That much, however, was not all; sure, they had stumbled upon a perfect means of propulsion, but the cult still needed to actually aim, and to do so in a manner that would allow for near-perfect entry into Jupiter’s orbit, all while taking into consideration slowdown periods and potential adjustments.
It was all quite complex really, as was finding astrophysicists and astronauts with direct experience in the subject matter that hadn’t already succumbed to the overwhelming power of Woz’s mere presence; in the end, most of the time was spent calculating the correct moment at which the pumps would be turned off, as well as devising a means to funnel the full power of the gator god’s burp into one specific direction, rather than spread around wherever he opened his mouth. This was resolved with, quite literally, a funnel; it was a low-tech solution, and not the most dignified either, but Delton being who he was, a perfectly functional solution was a perfectly functional solution, with there being little need to improve upon form if it risked infringing upon function.
Thus, the full plan for the Big Move was slowly etched out into what would be its final, complete form: a large titanium funnel would be placed inside Woz’s mouth when the planet he sat upon aligned him just right with the correct escape trajectory, and, upon reaching the precise moment that guaranteed maximum odds of a correct orbital path, the nutrient paste pumps would be turned off. If timed correctly, this would mean a very sudden and explosive release of a year’s worth of pent-up belches, all of which would be directed towards the funnel and then expelled as a sort of improvised engine, lifting the gator off from the surface and directing him through space towards the destination of Jupiter.
Once up in space, it was as simple as managing the “exhaust” so that the living god-Ark wouldn’t overshoot its intended end point, and once successfully captured by the gas giant’s gravity well… well, it was just a case of getting the pumps ready to syphon countless tons’ worth of gas for further reprocessing! It would be a feast of calamitous proportions, given how unpredictable the effects on the Solar System would be, but given that the endgame was to have Woz serve as a fully mobile “planet” upon which his congregation could reside, this seemed hardly worth thinking about.
In fact, Delton had already been drawing plans for how they could use the Sun as a fuel source, and was intending on using Jupiter as a test run to see how his hypotheses panned out; if he was vindicated, then he expected to be done with the local stellar system within ten years at the most, and from there, it was off to the next star to see how much mass could be obtained from it.
Beyond that… hard to tell. Perhaps they would just keep going until there was nothing left of the universe to consume, but the scales at which they would be operating were so immense as to make their very underlying notion a twisty mind screw… | yiff-extreme |
Title: Chapter 02: Romance and Artillery by Cinna
Tags: Bisexual, Kitsune, Panda
**Throat Deep In the Mountains - *Chapter 2: Romance and Artillery* -** (Warning: Chapter 2 is M/M with 20% more yiff and plenty of action!)
Dusk fell upon the land once again, the market dying down. The doves stood fully aware as the night fell over the land like a blanket as the stagecoach made its way down the mountain. Cinna walked out of the bar covered in kisses, he was pretty drunk and stumbling around. He made it to the lake and just took a seat on the nearby stump. The duck prince buckled his pants back up and zipped them. He let out a heavy sigh and just stared at the moon's reflection across the glass-like lake. "Slow night too." he murmured.
A small pair of foreign eyes watched over the stagecoach heading down the mountains. The glow of a red pair of eyes, and that pair began doubling at the every passing minute. Meanwhile the panther woke up with an oomph in the deep dungeon in a panic as the big gator plopped himself over his stomach. "Let's get started." Kerns had forced his way again. The gator pressed his rough cock against the panther's sheath eagerly. His massive and armor coated arms holding the panther's shoulders down. All the panther did was nod nervously. Kerns licked the side of the panthers neck, coating it in saliva as he thrusted against the panther's cock and up to his tummy.
"n-Nnnh" moaned the panther. He writhed under the gator frowning and rubbing Kerns's grooved tail with his paws. His face went into deep blush, "W-what would you like tonight." he asked nervously with a hint of unwillingness in the tone of his voice. Kerns just smiled and humped into that chest, his erection amassing outward in a full eight inches. The panther groaned and continued writing, but was nonetheless turned on, his barbed cock unsheathing. "W-what now?" he sputtered. Kern's hands gripped firmly over the panther's wrists.
He backed the panther against the cold wall now, making the bed sheets scrunch up underneath the panther. The panther whined and spread his legs apart nervously. "Heh, you're learning," said Kerns, "this won't hurt, we've fucked a few times, you should be used to it." The panther closed his eyes and just held a heavy blush when Kerns let his massive cock slip inside the tight tailhole. He murred and cried out at the same time. "Ahhh--" huffed the panther..."Here I go." boomed Kerns, thrusting deep inside. He used him all up, the gator sac slapping against the tailhole too. Lewd sounds were following up, the gator lifted the panther's leg, stretching out the insides of his mate.
The panther panted heavily and leaned forward, breathing tufts of hot air on the gator's neck. "Ugh.." he groaned, his barbed cock was pressing out against the gator's belly. It was leaking strands of pre all over the bed. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. It wasn't long before the gator hilted inside, spraying and filling his rump with thick white. "W-well that was good." panted Kerns. He patted the panther's twitching ears and pulled his giant wet cock out. "G-glad you thought so." sputtered the panther as he slumped down the wall against his pillow. Kerns gave him one more lick to the neck before getting off and walking out.
He sat there groaning and frowned, dirty thoughts filling his mind. Soon, he heard a yelling voice from over the wall. "Can you pipe down over there? I'm trying to SLEEP." followed by a light giggle. He slinked off the bed and gritted his teeth. "Yea? Well DEAL WITH IT!" he yelled back. There was a tiny hole in the cell's wall. Where he would peak through it to see the person on the other side. It was that skunk girl. "H-hey!" he whispered. "I am getting out of here soon." he spoke a little louder when she walked slowly over. "Oh yea?" she blinked, and sniffed through the hole. "You just got raped, haha." she mused.
He groaned, "T-that doesn't matter, I'll get you out of here too if you help." he urged. He walked away from the hole and lifted the mat against the wall. It revealed the same debris, but light from the moon shone in on the damp floor. "See?" he spoke lowly. The girl, trying to look through the tiny hole at the angle. "Psh, you still got some work to do." she grunted. She went to go sit back in her bed and whistled boredly. The panther just shrugged and began digging again. His cock just slipped back into the sheath in a damp mess. "C-can't wait to get free." he sighed.
The skunk girl just sat there wondering where her clothes were. "Those perverts took my clothes." she growled out. She even looked under the bed. "My only grenade was in my pocket." she sighed. She went over to the bars of the cell and shook them lightly. "Nope..." she told herself. The panther just got irritated, "Trying to wake the sentries?" he asked sarcastically. She just stood there and groaned. "Maybe." she replied. He was speechless, and just concentrated hard. An hour passed and at about 1:00 AM his head pressed through the hole. "Graah... stuck." he hummed. The hole was almost big enough to get through.
"Kerns must have you under a heavy collar." she grinned, her muzzle pressed to the hole in the wall. "I didn't hear any protesting." she added. "Maybe...you were the one he tortured." she implied. She swished her tail nervously, seeing how far he had dug . "Nails of steel?" she suggested. She looked at the platter of cookies on the ground and went sitting next to them and shutting up. She took one and nibbled on it eagerly. "Gah, these taste like shit." she whined and tossed it against the wall hard. Though it didn't even break or crumble one bit.
She got up and looked through the hole again, he was gone. "Finally." he hummed. He looked at the moon with a childish gaze. "Now I can go visit her before I leave." he chimed. He sneaked around the dungeon, saying away from any drowsy canines or gryphon guards. He made his way to the great iron gate, where he would crawl under the tiny passage where groundhogs had dug out. Once free, he began running into the woods which neighbored the kingdom. He would run until he finally reached the other side of the lake. He stood there staring across the surface. Just to see a small figure on the far opposite side.
Cinna gazed across the lake and spotted the panther, though he couldn't make out what it was, or who it was. "Spies from Kingdom Tibetona?" he hummed. He stood up and narrowed his eyes. The panther wasn't paying attention, his gaze was transfixed on the moon. Cinna just started walking around the lake cautiously. "Spies from the woods now, seems logical." he reassured himself and drew his bow when at good distance. The panther kneeled down for some water and sighed with relief. Cinna's aim followed. His bow shot from about 50 feet distance, barely missing the panther.
He looked up with surprise and backed away from the lake, wondering where the arrow came from. "Well, time to go." he said nervously, dashing back into the woods. Cinna pursued him now. He took off in flight after the cat, though the cat just decided on running the trade route downhill. *If I can get to the dockhouse...* he thought to himself. Though, the cat was soon tackled by swift force which knocked him into the dense foliage of the route. It was a kitsune. "Shh... Operations are going on here." said the kitsune slyly. The panther merfed with the paw over his muzzle as the sly kitsune pulled out masking tape.
"Mmph?" choked the panther. The kitsune dressed in a ebony robe appeared to be a male, he wrapped the tape around the panther's head hastily and quickly, then dragging him into the woods and kicking leaves over his body. "This is a nuisance." he frowned, looking at Cinna hover over the woods trying to find the panther. The kitsune laid over the leaves, looking just like a black rock. They had made it to the idle stagecoach. Something was amiss though. Cinna glided back to the ground and circled the stagecoach one time. His guards were missing, but the light of the trade station was on. Cinna squinted his eyes and padded over to the doorstep. There was a quick sound of shuffling inside the building as his feet hit the steps.
He opened the door and out jumped seven pandas pinning Cinna to the ground. A big one bounded out of the building lastly, dragging with him the tied-up and naked dobermans. They were all wrapped and tightly tied to a single thick red rope. "Ah, never thought this would happen." he winced. "Since when are you allied with Tibetona." groaned Cinna. His bow stuck under a panda's ass. Though, he did feel warm under all the fur, it was uncomfortably weighted. He quacked out in pain. "Dah, I will get out of this alive." he said confidently. He stared at the panda commander. "Where is our stagecoach driver?" he asked nervously, peering at the whining dobermans.
The pandas bounced on Cinna's stomach knocking the wind out of him. "Ah.. Cinna, still can't sleep?" boomed the panda boss. "We just think you are greedy, you all import more than you export." he scoffed. "When are we going to get Cinnamon?" he hummed.
"When the king says so." He replied with a grunt. "I lead the military and just make sure the trade goes well." He choked, and squirmed under them. His wings folded up under the pandas. "Hmph." He struggled and gasped for air. "Can-not breathe." he groaned.
"Well, I guess you aren't much for promises." said the panda boss squinting. "Oh that driver is tied up in there, my daughter is going to indulge later. Funny that you came to see the same thing happen to these cute dogs." he smiled wide. The panda sitting on his bow got up and picked the bow up. Treating it as if it was a meal, he ate the fine wooden bow. "Mmm, it's a good bow sir." he the chubby panda guard teased Cinna.
The other six pandas just got off and lifted him up, holding him strong and fast. "Let the doberman go and you can have me instead!" he yelled, the dobermans just whined and tucked their ears in shame. He kicked and jumped in their hold but they were unwavered and smiled brighter. The big boss stepped down into the dirt with a thud.
"I like your honorable plea, but you are coming regardless. Since you had great words for your men, they can just get out of their bonds on their own." explained the panda boss. "Take him to the outskirts of Tibetona." he ordered. The guards held Cinna by his wrists, one other holding him by the crown of his neck in case he tried to resist. Now Cinna was marched off in captivity by the pandas.
A troupe of bandit kitsune now revealed themselves from the bushes. Several sneaking up around the back of the stagecoach. They all had bags and were armed with small daggers. "Get the weapons and the food supply." urged the leader. It was the same fox that had the masking tape. "This operation was a success. Guys, can you believe the great Cinna was captured?!" he chuckled. The leader had the panther on his shoulders.
"Mmmph!" he groaned. His claws retracting digging into the side of the kitsune's shoulders. "Ouch!" he yelled, bapping the panther with his paws. "I saved you." he grunted. He paused and sat the cat on the ground. The two other kitsunes appeared from out the bushes, wheeling out a giant cannon. "Let's do this." he signaled to the other kitsunes. They scrambled to the trade station to steal everything inside. They even bagged the dogs and the driver.
The leader waved a go signal for the artillery cannon. The foxes giving it the charge and letting it fire its round at the trade building. There was a big boom, followed by dust and flying granite debris. The leader chuckled and signaled a swift retreat. He picked the panther up and fled too. They all headed back into the deep woods with the loot. By morning, they had reached the camp. A secret division in the woods, the panther was tossed next to a campfire.
The kitsune leader just unraveled the tape from the panthers maw. "Welcome to our clan." he grinned. The other kitsune just cheered, some of the cubs peaking out from the huts as well. "Swear your alliance and you can be free to roam the clan." he nodded, crossing his arms. "I uh...okay." said the panther, reaching up for a friendly handshake. He thought to himself that it was better than being in a dungeon.
He wondered what they had in store for him. He was actually eager to introduce himself, but they rushed him into celebration. The dobermans just blinked and sat there bound in rope next to the fire. The driver of the stagecoach was nowhere to be found though. Everyone began drinking and acting wild in the camp. The whole night was nothing else than a big party. Everyone seemed happy with all the returned food.
Back at the mountains base, there stood the vacant stagecoach and the broken building. The driver kicked the closet door off its hinges, she was a fine coyote, though, her hands were bound by red ropes and her maw was also with a gag. Her arms were tied with a belt too. She murred and cried and squirmed. On the path the panda's had taken Cinna, from the outskirts of the rival kingdom awaited the big panda's daughter. Cinna was unconscious, tied and bound in several ways. "There's a woman and some dobermans back at the route for you to play with." suggested the boss panda. Her eyes lit up, "Oh, thanks father." she smiled brightly. She headed down the path eagerly.
The morning approached, and several people of Korintji were looking for Cinna. The dove guards were frantically searching as well. Nobody knew what happened and word spread quick, soon to reach the beak of Karas, which in turn was told to the king that Cinna had betrayed the kingdom. The king was concerned and worried. At the same time he was furious. The king ordered Karas to take Cinna's place until Cinna was captured.
Meanwhile, the lithe panda girl stood on the wreaked floors of the trade house. The coyote looked up in fear. "You can call me master." said the panda. She let the long black whip slide through her paws. The panda girl was wearing nothing but some green thong and a jade necklace. She pressed her foot against the coyotes breasts. The coyote just whined and kicked blushing heavily.
**\- End of Chapter 2 -** | FSE |
Title: A New Phase - Chapter 3 by KitFox
Tags: Cuddling, Feline, Foursome, Fox, Human, M/F, Teasing, Vixen
A New Phase
Chapter 3
After Selkine vanished around the hall into the bedroom, Farren sighed and started washing dishes. Sess'tha snagged up a loose fork from the coffee table and carried it to the kitchen. "Hell of a mess for him, and maybe us too," the cat observed. She glanced over her shoulder towards the hall. "Think it's actually safe to leave him alone with her until he settles in?"
Farren shrugged, scrubbing at a pan. "I don't think there is anything she could do that would bug him too much. She might flirt until he actually lets her go further, but that should be about the worst of it. She's good about that at least. Beyond that, we really don't have anything here that would freak him out."
Both the grey fox and the ocelot worked on the dishes in silence for a few moments, tension seeming to build in the region like a developing fog. Then Sess'tha paused and blinked, remembering something. "Wait... Didn't she say something about 'a proper washing'?"
Farren stopped in her scrubbing work as well and thought back. "She did. Why are you as...? Oh, wait..."
The two looked at each other and tossed their dishes into the sink at the same time, making a clatter as they both exclaimed, "That spell she got!" simultaneously. They bolted for the bedroom and attached bathroom in a flash, but a sudden horribly odd sound of ... discomfort?... dismay?... from Jack indicated that they were too late. They almost ran head first into Selkine at the bedroom door as she was rushing out.
"I don't know what happened!" Selkine exclaimed, obviously in a panic. "I've used that thing dozens of times, and never had anything bad happen! You've gotta help me!!"
Farren immediately stopped to try to calm Selkine while Sess'tha scampered into the bedroom to evaluate the situation. "Okay, WHAT precisely happened?" Farren demanded of the red vixen, "And be brief."
Selkine nodded and whimpered, "Well, I gave him the washing spell, and he activated it like I told him to, and then he suddenly got all weird-looking. His face twisted like he was being tortured, and he got all dancey and smacked at himself making all sorts of noises. Then his eyes just kind of rolled back and he fell over, white as all heck!"
Sess'tha's voice came from the bedroom. "Brilliant! Selkine, did you ever consider the fact that he normally washes under flowing water, not by grooming? And then you give him a spell with two thousand recorded groom licks body-wide in the course of ten seconds? Yeah, sure, it'll get him clean, but can you POSSIBLY just CONSIDER the way it would feel to him, especially without fur? Consider how different from anything else he has ever experienced. You've just pretty much overloaded his mind and put him into shock. He should be okay when he comes to."
"Shock?!" Selkine exclaimed, "That's very bad! I know, I've heard about it!" She rushed back into the room, promptly pushing the complaining feline out of the way. Completely ignoring Sess'tha's protests that it was a figure of speech, she fussed over Jack as Farren came up behind her to peer at the collapsed human. "Quick! Help me get him into the bed. He needs to be kept warm!"
Farren threw a look at Sess'tha, and both shrugged. They both knew Jack would be fine without all the fussing, but they knew that arguing with Selkine when she was on a mission was a bad idea. Sess'tha went to pull back the midphase covers on the bed and Farren squatted to try to help gather up the stricken human. Selkine was quicker though and gathered Jack up into her arms single-handedly, carrying him over to the bed and tucking him in.
"He's on top of his outphase covers, though," Selkine observed. "He might not be warm enough." She poked at the blanket. "Right, everybody in bed with him! Both of you on either side, I'll lay on top to make sure he stays warm." And with that, she promptly slipped under the covers, straddling Jack's waist and supporting part of her weight on her arms. She looked over her shoulder at the two bewildered creatures. "Come on!!"
Farren sighed and chuckled quietly, "No arguing with her, Sess'tha. Come on." She climbed into bed and scooted over until she was up against Jack's side. She tried getting comfortable with her arm across Selkine's back, but was unable to. She then tried slipping her arm between Selkine and Jack, but Selkine glared at her so threateningly that she gave up on that idea as well. She finally settled for her front pressed against Jack's side and her hand slipped below Selkine's thigh and resting on Jack's leg. Sess'tha looked at the whole situation, shrugged and got into the other side of the bed. She ended up taking a position similar to Farren's, her hand on Jacks' other thigh.
Selkine simply stared into Jack's face worriedly, and the time began to tick by. Selkine was absolutely still, but both Farren and Sess'tha were somewhat squirmy, moving a little bit on frequent occasion. Jack was beginning to breathe more evenly and squirm some himself, so it seemed he might wake up soon. There was a bit more squirming from Farren and Sess'tha, and then Sess'tha suddenly raised her head sharply to look at Farren.
"Why did you just try to caress his balls?" the feline demanded.
Farren laid her ears back, "Instead of answering that, I should ask YOU why I found your paw cupped around them when I tried!"
"I was just curious about them," Sess'tha murmured indignantly. "We're trying to keep him warm, right? Not caress him."
"Yeah, but that's keep HIM warm, not just his balls!" Farren growled.
Selkine was still intent on Jack's face, but mumbled quietly, "Quit arguing over who gets to caress his nuts. I'm happy with where he is poking me anyway." A smile lifted her lips. "And trust me, it's plenty warm." Both Farren and Sess'tha started at Selkine's statement, and Jack moaned slightly, his eyelids fluttering as he began to come to.
Farren's paw shot past Sess'tha's paw and she looked accusingly at Selkine. "He's just nudging you, not completely poking you."
They all stiffened guiltily as Jeran's voice drawled from the bedroom doorway, "Well, you all look cozy, but I came to let you know that Master Takaran says that it'll take a bit longer than he expected to figure out what happened. Anyway, have fun!"
Farren glanced over her shoulder to see the black cat beating a hasty retreat. "KNOCK NEXT TIME!!!" she yelled at him.
Now, at this point, Jack was fully awake, and trying to make some sense of the situation. He knew that Selkine had carried him into the bedroom and handed him a large coin-like object with strange symbols inscribed on it. She had explained it was a washing spell, and instructed him on how to rub the symbols properly to activate it.
Going with the flow as he had decided to do, Jack was a good sport, and had disrobed and followed her instructions to a tee. Now, he had been licked before, but dogs and even a cat once, he will admit that. But the moment he finished activating the medallion, his body was assaulted by what was definitely at least hundreds, if not thousands of phantom licks. What seemed like an eternity of attention from invisible tongues of all sorts left no part of him unlicked, even to the inside of his nostrils and mouth, and he could swear maybe more. Needless to say, as he was assaulted by such a unique and... odd... experience, he did what any sane person would do: He fainted dead away. That was the last thing he remembered.
Now he had woken up to a pressure on his upper body, and some distinct sensations. It took a while for his hazy mind to make proper sense of the situation, and he finally came to an accurate evaluation. He was lying on his back, nude and in bed. He had a red vixen laying on top of him, a grey vixen laying to his left, and a spotted cat laying to his right, both of these latter snuggled against him. The cat's fingers were curled around his balls, and the grey vixen's fingers around his rock-hard shaft. Then of course his tip was just barely nudging into the red vixen atop him as the grey vixen held it steady. And all of this after the cat had insisted that he be asked before any "play".
He was quite honestly stuck between the heat of the moment, the apparent indignity of being taken advantage of while he was unconscious, and the general confusion regarding the fact that these females were doing this when they hardly knew him. Then combine the fact that he had heard the voice of that black cat, though couldn't quite make out what had been said, and the yell afterward. Lacking the will to scream and kick, he simply blushed furiously and cleared his throat to get the attention of the females. "Soooo... what precisely is going on here again?" he asked quietly.
"He's awake!" Selkine announced happily, though unnecessarily. Both Farren and Sess'tha stiffened in surprise again, their fingers clenching on his anatomy somewhat. Selkine licked his nose in glee. "You collapsed, and Sess'tha said you were in shock, and I know all about shock, and it's bad, and so I decided you needed to be warm, and so I put you in bed, and I got on top of you to keep you warm, and they got beside you to keep you warm, and now you're all better!" she exclaimed in one huge burst. "And poking me really nicely," she added as an afterthought. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No, no... No problem at all." Jack mumbled, trying to absorb the meaning of the string of words through the distinct distractions at his crotch. He was very intimately aware of just how delightfully warm and soft these three females were. Even their animalistic natures did not really turn him off in light of their proximity and obvious affection. But he really wasn't sure he was ready for THIS much affection.
"Oh goody!" Selkine exclaimed. "Farren, aim him properly, he's a bit too low for me. Ooo! Finally some fun!" She shifted somewhat and pressed her hips downwards against his flesh, waiting on Farren to reposition him properly.
"Wait, wait, WAIT!" Jack cried in half a bit of panic. Yep, he wasn't quite ready for that. Selkine paused and looked at him curiously. "I meant that I don't mind that you kept me warm," he said shakily. "I don't think that sex should be on the agenda right now though... Um... Especially after I was just in shock, right? Might not be good for me... You should give me some time to recover." He became aware also that Farren was not only apparently intentionally not lining him up, but was also helping to shield him with her paw somewhat. He threw her a thankful glance.
"Yes, he shouldn't be stressed," Sess'tha piped in, her touch shifting to his thigh. "And he does need time to accommodate to things mentally as well. He needs time to adjust, Selkine. Think about how much he's been put through recently."
"Aww, okay. That makes sense. I'm sorry Jack." Selkine pouted cutely at him. "But you be sure to let me know the minute your ready!" She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "Please don't keep me waiting too long."
"Selkine," Sess'tha said, "why don't you go to the store and get some mint chocolate chip ice cream? You know he likes it, and we all do too. It'll help us all cheer up and relax."
"Hey, yeah!" Selkine perked up and promptly scrambled off Jack and out of bed, leaving him lying uncovered with Farren's paw still holding his flesh and Sess'tha's paw on his thigh. Selkine scampered out the door as Farren almost reluctantly released Jack's flesh, and yelled back from the living room, "I'll be right back!"
Jack blinked, trying to gather his wits once more. Both Sess'tha and Farren gave him encouraging snugs, then disengaged and sat up beside him. Jack tugged the blanket over himself as he sat up, though all it did was create a tent over his lap. "Okay... Even though you want Takaran to explain stuff, I want YOU to explain this... Why are you three, her especially," he nodded towards the door that Selkine had departed through, "so eager to get into my pants?"
Both Farren and Sess'tha sighed, and looked thoughtful, but Farren answered first. "We really do owe you an explanation on that. Okay, firstly, as you know, we in the midphase can see, but not interact with folks in the outphase. However we CAN interact to a limited degree when you are asleep. We can touch you, but not affect you at all. This means that you are literally solid as stone to us."
"Yes, Master Takaran explained that part already," Jack said. "But this doesn't explain why you are living in my apartment or why you are trying to screw me. Literally, not figuratively."
Farren smiled slightly. "Well, he also explained that we get all of our objects and energy from the outphase. The energy that comes in includes emotional energy also to some degree. Almost all of us end up living in the residence of a human that we find tolerable or pleasant. After all, it's much easier to use your buildings than to create our own. Though if you can't stand the humans in them, it's not much good to live there.
"Well, Selkine found you, and after watching you and being near you, became very attached. She outright insisted that you felt good. Just being around you was extremely pleasant to her." Farren smiled more, "I'm a close friend of hers, kind of like a sister and protector, since I'm a fighter and she is not. So she dragged me to come live here too. And Sess'tha is a friend of mine, so Selkine insisted that Sess'tha come to live here as well. In all honesty, you really DO feel... very, very good."
Sess'tha nodded agreement and put in her own voice. "Something about you. I'm honestly not certain what it is, but just being around you has been energizing. Touching you when we can is thrilling, and any chance we got to mate with you was utterly invigorating. That was mostly Selkine though."
"Wait... Wait..." Jack shook his head, confused. "Mate with me? You haven't yet, though that was close."
Both Sess'tha and Farren fidgeted, and Farren grinned guiltily. "Well, actually..." She swallowed and took a breath. "If you had morning wood and were still asleep on your back, it was often taken good advantage of. Normally it would take quite a... well... kink... for one of us midphasers to do something like that, since there is no softness or warmth or give at all. And Sess'tha and I definitely weren't into that. But Selkine convinced us to try with you... and it was so different. There was energy, a tingle, and so much goodness."
Sess'tha nodded. "And don't think that we 'just didn't know'. Almost every midphaser tries it at least once, just to find out. With anybody else, two myself, I don't know about Farren, it has just been very blah, or even unpleasant."
"Soooo... You three... and Selkine especially... have been jumping my bones while I'm asleep, without me having any way of knowing it... How long has this been going on?!" Jack demanded.
"Um, about a year and a half," Farren admitted. "We came in just a little while before that snotty tramp of a girlfriend left you for the rich jerk."
"Stephanie? Good riddance to her. I don't like remembering that bitch." Jack blinked. "No offense intended," he muttered, looking at Farren.
"None taken," Farren smiled. "I'm a vixen anyway, just grey." She reached out with a tentative hand and touched Jack's wrist lightly, looking at him very intently. Sess'tha did the same with his other wrist, and began to purr quietly. Farren smiled, "I don't know how to describe it really, but just touching you is... It's all tingly and nice. It's warm, and comfortable, and very sensual all rolled up together. There was almost a radiant warmth from just being around you, and a very similar feeling when we touched your sleeping body before. But now that you are here in our phase it's so much stronger. Selkine is just less discrete than we try to be. But believe me, we'd both... heh... jump your bone in a heartbeat too." Sess'tha was purring more strongly now and nodded vigorous agreement.
There was a sound from the living room, and Selkine's voice drifted in, "Hey, I've got the minty ice cre... waitasecond... SESS'THA!! I hear you purring in there! What are you two doing?!" Selkine appeared in the doorway looking a mite miffed. She took in the simple touches on Jack's wrists, and the fact that he didn't have a tent beneath the blanket also helped to exonerate the two guilty-looking females sitting on his bed. "Oh, okay. I thought... Well, anyway, I'll get the ice cream into bowls!" She perked up instantly and headed back out to the kitchen.
Farren smiled slyly at the embarrassed ocelot. "Enjoying a bit too much? Or is she just extremely sensitive? Anyway, let's go get some ice cream and relax." She leaned in to give Jack a lick on the cheek, and then whispered close to his ear, "Keep yourself for Selkine first or there will be no end to her scorn. But please keep us in mind as well. There is something very special about you. Selkine has been acting in love with you since almost the day she got here. We very much want to be a part of your life, Selkine especially. Please consider giving us a chance." She pressed her cheek against his as Sess'tha gave his other cheek a lick with her rougher tongue, then both of them jumped up and flashed him a smile before heading to the bedroom door. "Now, let's get some ice cream!" Farren decreed.
They both dropped to all four paws... he still wasn't sure how they did that; must have to do wit the fact their legs were like animal legs... scampering out the door with tails high and giving him quite a view.
Jack sat considering for a moment. He had never considered himself a lady's man. Was it possible that these lovely... ladies... were really that excited by him? He leaned over to slide out of bed and his hand hit a cold spot on the blanket. He blinked as he realized that the spot was, in fact, wet. He then did a double take as he realized that this was where Farren had been sitting.
Brief investigation turned up a similar spot where Sess'tha had been sitting. And the damp status of his own groin made it obvious that Selkine had not been precisely dry. A small sniff at his hand elicited a scent that evoked strong feelings in him. A thrill ran up his spine at the tangy effect of the fragrance. He quickly gathered up his clothing and put them on to try to at least constrain his excitement beneath the cloth.
This was still a very strange situation and a lot of it he wasn't sure about, but these three felt very right. The more he thought about it, the more seriously he found himself considering their request. It definitely shouldn't hurt anything. He pulled his pants on and decided to leave his shirt off. Not as if it would affect them anyhow. But he had mint ice cream to acquire! He had definitely decided after Stephanie that any future girlfriend would need to like mint chocolate chip ice cream. So maybe he had ended up with three that he had had all along, but nobody in his world would complain about him having these three lovers together, and they obviously weren't upset with each other.
So with hope for finally having a girlfriend... or girlfriends... that were good for him, he headed out to engage in proper mint ice cream eating.
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Title: Rocks Through Windows by Squirrel
Tags: Bat, Character Development, Mouse, Sci-Fi, Suggestive, Wolf
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- Mm ... well, here's one more foray ... into the mirror universe. A direct follow-up to the previous episode ...
Peregrine slammed his paw ... against a console. It beeped and sparked. Short-circuited. Flashed. And came back to life.
Chester was quiet.
"Where ... is," he whispered, "she?"
"I don't ... sir, I don't ... "
Peregrine glared at his fellow mouse. They were on the bridge. "I don't want to hear excuses, lieutenant. This ship has, what, eight decks? Eighty-three furs? Where could she go?"
"She throws off ... false echoes, false body signatures ... sounds that aren't there ... she uses her mind to mask her trail. To lure us away."
"Have the furs travel in groups. Three to a group. Upon first sight, they shoot ... not to kill. No, we'll ... I want her alive," Peregrine said.
Chester swallowed. "But ... "
"Do it."
Chester sighed, got up ... and went to the comm station. To inform the rest of the rodents on the ship. All non-rodents had been confined to quarters. They simply couldn't be trusted.
"What's wrong?" Peregrine asked, going to Chester. Standing behind him. Squinting. Peering over his shoulder.
"I can't access comm ... "
"Secondary ... "
" ... controls are locked. ALL controls," the black and white mouse said, paws dancing over the consoles. "They're ... she's locked them with a command subroutine."
"Decode it!" The shout echoed in the dark, reddish bridge. The too-warm bridge. And none of the other furs looked up ... they didn't want to be drawn into it ... Peregrine was a scarred mouse. He wasn't afraid to use his teeth. If you crossed him, or upset him ...
"That would ... that would take days, sir," Chester offered. Feebly.
Peregrine closed his eyes. Breathe. Breathe ... " ... in the meantime, long range sensors picked up ... an unknown vessel? Am I correct?"
"Headed our way. It'll be here in five days ... at the speed it's going at."
"Whose is it? A prey ship? Wolves? Foxes ... "
"It's giving off an ... was, rather, giving off an insect signature. I don't know. I can't tell. We've lost access to the sensor array."
A comm beep. "Audrey to bridge ... "
"Yes?" Peregrine responded, pacing.
"We found ... bodies. Wren. He was strangled in his cell, and ... the guard ... he's dead, too. And ... another mouse."
"That makes four," Peregrine whispered. Four furs that Adelaide had killed in the past twelve hours. Four down ... seventy-eight to go. Wasn't that her intent? To destroy them all?
"We think she might be down on H-deck, but ... "
"Follow your instinct, Aud. I trust it ... more than I trust our scanners."
"Thank you ... sir," was the response. "I'll let you know if we find anything." And the comm line was cut.
Chester looked away from Peregrine ... right as Peregrine looked back at Chester.
"We had a good fuck ... last night, if that's what you're wondering. Skunks make for good tail ... "
"I wasn't wondering," Chester said ... without emotion. Reading the computer screens ... which, because the computer core was locked ... displayed nothing much.
"You like her, don't you ... "
"I didn't say that ... "
" ... sir. I didn't say that, sir."
"I didn't say that," Chester repeated quietly, "sir."
"If you want her ... you can have her. Challenge me ... and I'll fight." None of the predators on the ship ... took actual mates. They simply bred around. Whatever fit their fancy for any given day. Any given mood. But, as was liable to happen, certain attachments and loyalties developed. Certain alliances.
"I don't believe I'm feeling that lucky ... sir," Chester said. With a bite.
"No. I wouldn't think you would be," Peregrine responded. "Pity about Field ... you and him were a lot alike, weren't you?"
The mouse's cheeks flushed beneath his fur. Flushed hot.
"Weren't you?" Peregrine prodded.
"Shut up."
"Hold your tongue, mouse."
"I won't be spoken to," Chester spat back, "like this. Not by you. Not by another mouse. We're on the same side!"
"You were TOO close to Field, Chester. And Field was WAY too close to Adelaide."
"Are you saying I'm a collaborator?"
"I'm saying ... I don't know that you can be trusted."
"Sir, I'm ... "
" ... contaminated by association. Guilty," Peregrine assured, "of something. Of what, exactly, I don't know, but ... I don't have time to find out." Peregrine nodded at two male mice on the other side of the bridge. "Take Chester here ... to Airlock Two. He's going on a trip."
Chester bolted from his chair, scurrying ...
"Hold it ... right," ordered Dotna, "there." The only surviving chipmunk ... aboard Luminous. The other four had all been ... 'lost.' She had a phase pistol trained on Chester's chest. Blocking his way to the lift. "Shall I put him out of his misery, Perry?"
Peregrine smiled. Dotna had a lot of nerve ... using his pet name out loud like that. On the bridge. In front of these other furs. With that single action, she'd just broadcasted, in a roundabout way, the fact that ... she and the mouse were lovers. Of course, they both had many lovers. But ... all the same ...
"No ... space him," Peregrine ordered.
Chester's heart hammered. Hammer-hammered. "I'm a mouse!" he squeaked. "Peregrine! Sir!"
"You're a traitor!" Peregrine spat, stalking the bridge. Stalking to Chester. Chester's black and white fur, all in patches ... contrasting with Peregrine's steely grey. "You were buddy-buddy with Field, who was ... Adelaide's clockwork mouse? And you expect me to believe that ... you are COMPLETELY free of her influence? You could be working for her. You've been in charge of coordinating the search ... from the bridge. You could've sabotaged the computer yourself. You could've ... "
"That's all ... that's ... you can't prove any of that!"
"I don't have to. I've already spaced Kody. You'll join him." A pause. "I regret ... having to do this, Chester." Peregrine swallowed. Wearing a look of pain. Whether it was feigned or real ... Chester couldn't tell. Couldn't ... bring himself to care. He was so afraid. "You'll have a few conscious seconds before you die out there. It's a cold, airless vacuum. You'll ... your blood vessels will explode. Your lungs will ... burst like balloons. Very ... very," Peregrine whispered, "painful. But it'll only last a few seconds. It's the quickest way to get rid of you ... my friend." He put his paw on Chester's shoulder, and leaned forward, putting forehead-to-forehead. "You won't be forgotten. Like every other rodent lost on this ship ... since our launch ... we will continue the fight," Peregrine assured, "for you. Your sacrifice is a noble one."
Chester was crying, hardly able to stand ... as two other mice dragged him away. To the lift. "No ... no, please ... "
"Adelaide is your executioner, Chester. Not me. She's making me do this ... she's tearing this ship apart. Turning us against each other. I'm sorry, but ... I have no choice."
Chester sobbed pitifully ... dragged to the lift. Which whisked him to Airlock Seven.
"A predator reduced to tears," Dotna observed, shaking her head in disgust. "Perry ... she has to be stopped. She's like a DISEASE." The chipmunk gripped her phase pistol. "Let me go after her. I'll rip out her throat with my own paws ... have her wings framed in the ready room."
"Too risky. I won't lose you."
"You've Audrey down there ... sniffing about ... "
"Audrey's a skunk. She has a luxurious body, and damn fine fur, but ... she doesn't have your ... eyes," Peregrine whispered, of Dotna's emerald-green eyes. "Your personality. I like my femmes ... to be rough-and-tumble. Witty. Feminine, but ... confident. I won't sacrifice you to the bat."
"I'm a keeper, then?" A lusty grin. Fur colored shades of brown. With the dark brown stripe running between her ears, all the way down her back and rump, to her wire-brush of a tail.
"Mm ... " Peregrine took a deep breath. Changing the subject. "No, you're not going down there. I have most of my mice ... scattered about. I need you on the bridge." He didn't say what for. But ... she knew it was ... to protect him. ANY captain of the good ship Luminous ... made himself a target by simply BEING captain. Peregrine, by asserting control (with Wren dead, with Field dead ... with Adelaide a fugitive) ... by asserting control, Wren had launched a new wave of power plays.
And you could never tell who would join you ...
... and who would betray you.
He didn't think Dotna would betray him. No, he was too good a yiff partner ... for her to do that. The orgasms she would lose ... if she killed him. No.
But Chester? Chester was wishy-washy. Almost prey-like. Disgusting, really. Like a wolf or something. Chester had been like Field ... clingy. A sub. A predator with so many deficiencies ... that he only survived by latching onto those in power. Chester shouldn't have survived as long as he did. But no matter. He would be dead in a few minutes.
"Thanks for ... hiding me," Adelaide whispered. A sultry whisper. A grin on her muzzle. As she leaned against the kitchen sink ... in Pyro's quarters. "All prey are under lock-down. They won't look for me here."
Pyro said nothing. He hadn't ... wanted to let her in. Hadn't wanted to ...
"Come on, Pi ... "
"Don't use nicknames with me." His red eyes ... glared at her.
"Is that defiance," she asked, giggling, "I detect? Or are you trying to be funny?" Her smile faded. "I have a very particular sense of humor, wolf. I suggest you don't give me lip."
"What, then, shall I give?"
A smile. "Mm ... everything but sass. I don't like sassy furs. They think the world of themselves, but ... they're really not that bright."
"And why's that?"
"Cause I'm still alive, and I'm ... in control. And they are not."
Pyro was sitting in a chair.
"Aw ... that's cute, you know." Adelaide gave a nod. Picking up a half-full glass from the counter. Sniffing it. "Alcohol?"
Pyro didn't respond.
Adelaide downed it. Made a gagging sound. "Ack ... mm ... " A cough. A giggle. "Mm ... burns." She put the glass (now empty) down. "Shouldn't drink, Pi. Does things to you ... liver cancer. All that good stuff. Makes you do things," she whispered, "you may regret ... "
Pyro swallowed.
"I didn't regret it. I normally don't ... yiff," she admitted, "with prey. They're too easy. And who likes easy?" A chuckle. "Mm ... but you're good. My only regret," she cooed, "is that I never got my fangs into your neck ... that damn door chime. They should take those off the doors, you know? Interrupting coitus ... should be punishable." She closed her eyes. "I had a headache for two days ... afterwards." When bats engaged in intercourse, their biting instinct was triggered. If the bite didn't happen ... it left the bat in a sickly state ... from anywhere from a few hours to a few days. There were many upsides to a bat's mental abilities. And a bat's sexual physiology. But there were down-sides, too ... there were ... weaknesses.
Pyro got up from his chair. Was going to leave the room.
"What did she say?" Adelaide asked. "Your mate ... I think it's cute that prey take mates. The prey on this ship are no more faithful to their mates than the predators. So, why take one?" A breath. "What did she say? What's her name? Sumpner. Sumpta. Assumpta ... yeah ... the snow leopard. Haven't fucked her ... yet," Adelaide whispered.
Pyro froze. Back to her. He breathed ... " ... if you lay a paw on her ... "
"She must've smelled me on you." A grin. "Did it ... arouse her?"
"Only a predator would ... be aroused by such sin," Pyro responded. "She understood ... that you used me. She forgave me. She knows of your evil ... "
"Oh, don't get religious on me. Field gave me enough of that. I think I broke him of it ... before the end."
"Field was my friend."
"Oh, he was ... " A giggle. "Oh, everybody's ... friend."
"That's not what I meant."
"You never had sex with him? Don't tell me you didn't ... "
"You didn't allow him to ... "
"Before he was mated to me ... Wren let him ... make the rounds. Before I reigned him in for private use, the whole ship had a go ... I'm sure you were one of them."
Pyro's cheeks burned.
"Aw ... " A chuckle. "Just the imagery of that, you and him ... that's SO cute. That's ... "
Pyro spun, red eyes glowing. Throbbing, seemingly, with color and energy.
"Ooh ... ooh, I made the doggie mad."
"Don't," he growled, "call me a doggie ... murderer. You killed your own mate. Do you know how sick that is? And the WAY you killed him ... you're demented. You're ... sick."
"The prey, when pricked ... a predator, perhaps?" Adelaide asked, ignoring his question. In poetic, serious prose. "I do think, Pyro, that ... you have potential. It's why I like you so much."
"Get out," Pyro growled.
"Are you going to make me?"
"I have mental blocks ... I can resist you better than the others can."
"And yet you still yiffed with me ... you're still hiding me in here ... you still," she said, padding toward him. Her bare, pink foot-paws ... padding on the carpet of his quarters. "You still care, don't you?"
"I don't care ... at all. I have NO feelings for you. You're delusional," the wolf spat, "if you think I'm one of your minions."
"We have something in common, Pyro," she whispered. So softly. Putting a paw on his cheek.
The wolf flinched.
"Pyro," Adelaide whispered. "We both have ... let's say ... not a fetish, but ... a predisposition," she told him, "for biting. We're the only furs on this ship who appreciate the art of biting, nibbling ... nipping. We love doing things with our teeth. You've bitten and nibbled on dozens of furs ... on this ship. Male and female. Your current chew toy is that ... waif of a snow leopard. She's always smiling and ... slinking about. She's not your type, you know?"
"Who ... who's my type?"
"I'm your type."
The wolf scoffed.
"Don't deny it. Don't deny ... how much I appeal to you. How much you'd rather chew on me. When we started to yiff ... we had to stop before I bit you. You've wanted to finish. You want it ... right now, I ... I smell it on you. I feel it. I ... can hear it your mind." She looked to his eyes. "You'd do anything," she whispered, "to have my fangs. To nibble my body, to bite my paws ... and then, to have me overpower you ... to bite you back. Deeply. In the neck." A calculated pause. "Ever felt the female orgasm? No ... course you haven't. You couldn't. Only way ... is ... if we were linked. You would feel it. Feel mine. You would feel how it is for a femme ... on TOP of your ... measly male pleasures. Can you imagine?" she cooed. "Can you imagine such pleasure? I'll let you have it ... just ... oh, Pyro ... " She put her paws on his arms, starting to rub, and ...
... the wolf, mind a haze ... he focused himself. He could block her. Oh, it took SUCH effort, but he could. He was the only one on the ship who could resist her. But ... even so, she almost had him. Almost ... resist, resist!
Resist!
Shove!
Adelaide chittered, falling to her rump, tumbling on the floor. She glared up at him, licking her lips. Breasts heaving. "Not playing nice ... that's ... not playing nice."
"Get out!"
"YOU ... let me in!" she reminded him. "If you want me out, you'll have to force me out!"
"You can't stay in my quarters forever! What are you hoping to do? Your life on this ship is over, and even if you make it away ... in a shuttle-pod, or ... where will you go? You'll have no one to victimize!"
"Wolf, this ship ... is MINE. Make NO mistake of ... "
Pyro bolted for the door. Opened it. Stumbled into the hallway. Let off a howl.
"Dammit!" Adelaide followed him into the corridor. Into the open. And bore her mind upon him ... trying to crush him.
Pyro panted in pain ... keeping her on the perimeters of his mind ...
"I don't ... have time," Adelaide panted, "for you ... " She started to back away. And ducked ... sensing the fur behind her ... as the phase pistol fired.
An energy beam seared through the air. Hitting the ceiling. Creating sparks. Burning ... starting a small fire.
The alarm klaxons blared. But the internal fire extinguishers were offline. Everything ... was offline. The entire computer core blocked ... by her command subroutine.
The fire blazed in the corridor, and Adelaide spun ... using her mind to crush the mouse who'd fired at her ... and she walked cooly past him. To the nearest lift. Using her codes to activate it ... and move to another deck.
Pyro, on the floor, panting, shook his head, animal instincts screaming ... fire, fire! Red eyes ... glowing the same color, seemingly, as the flames. He could see PAST the heat ... past everything. He, hypnotized by the flame, didn't see the snow leopard walk up to him ...
... only felt her paws on his shoulders. Felt her grip as she pulled him up. She, of such warmth, with a dancer's grace ... whispering into his ear.
The wolf crying, eyes stinging from the smoke ...
... as Assumpta led him away ... off the deck. But there was no safety anymore. Not on Luminous.
The ship rocked. The lights flickered.
"Pulse grenade," Pyro guessed. The fight had begun. The true fight had begun. No doubt, Adelaide had her ... allies.
"I do not think," Assumpta whispered, "we shall survive this."
"Don't say that," Pyro begged. "Please ... "
"There is a ship ... five days away. An insect ship. It is coming toward us, but ... we are helpless. We are tearing ourselves apart. Who is coming? What do they want? We are sitting ducks ... Pyro, the evil in the air ... it will suffocate us all."
"You're so pure ... " The tears streamed down his cheeks. "You're ... you give me such joy ... I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry ... I've betrayed you so many times."
"I forgive you ... " She purred against his neck. Her feline form, snowy-white ... with grey-stripes ... and her lazy tail, and her ... icy eyes. "I forgive you, darling. I always have."
Pyro's heart was breaking. He was going to lose her. They were going to lose each other. They were all going to lose their lives (and possibly their souls) ...
The ship rocked again. And, this time, the lights died ...
... and emergency lighting flickered on. Flicker-flicker ... the smoke, the fire ... the alarms ... the death.
"You don't deserve this end," Pyro whispered ... so softly ... as to barely be heard. "I wish I could save you. I would give my life for you ... Assumpta ... oh, my mate ... "
"We must seek cover," the snow leopard advised. "My love ... we must get out of the corridor. Come to my quarters." She tugged on his arm. Gently. "Please."
Pyro, quivering, followed her ... gladly followed her.
"Let us spend our last hours ... in pleasure," she whispered, nipping at his ear (the way he liked). "If we are to meet the jaws of death ... let us be hissing and howling, with teeth bared ... not in combat, but in love ... as we greet it."
"The whole ... universe," Pyro lamented, "is falling apart ... all around us. Isn't there somewhere better? Why couldn't we have been ... born somewhere better?"
"That is not for us to ask ... Pyro, please ... hurry ... " She tugged at him, giving soft mews ... trying to get him to some semblance of safety.
And the two furs, the two prey ... they slid away. To ride out this storm.
If such a storm could even be survived. | FSE |
Title: Chapter 7 - Guilt by Lionhart
Tags: Character Development, Death, Human, Lion, Story Progression
Author's note: Any reference to actual events, people, or places are just coincidental.
"Liek" is pronounced as "leek" "Li'thel" is pronounced as "lee-thel"
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Chapter 7 â€" Guilt
Location â€" Liek's House: Liek's Room
"Now this is what I call freedom to control," said Yu moving Liek's arms around.
"I'll ask you again, who the hell are you?" growled Li'thel.
"Now, now kitty cat. You don't want to use that kind of tone with me now, do you? In that condition I could, oh, kill you if I wanted to," warned Yu.
"Tch," muttered Li'thel accepting his defeat.
"Damn it! Give me back my body!" shouted Liek.
"Why should I? I'm enjoying my freedom and I want to enjoy it even more," answered Yu.
Yu walked around a little and jumped a few times in place.
"I forgot how good a human body feels. The only downside is that I have to eat to survive. If only I could get the body of a god," said Yu amused.
"I'm still here you asshole. You still have a question to answer," said Li'thel.
Yu stopped moving around and turned his head to Li'thel with a scrunched up face.
"Why do you have to ruin my fun? It doesn't really matter any way since I'm starting to get sick and tired of you ," said Yu grinning.
"What...are you planning?" asked Liek in anger.
"It's for me to know and you to find out," answered Yu. "Now watch like the helpless dog you are."
"Damn it," muttered Li'thel under his breath.
"Remember how I told you that I am the creation from all dark thoughts that Liek possesses?" asked Yu.
Li'thel reluctantly nodded his head.
"Well, I'm about to make one of those thoughts become a reality. From the moment you had him leave the Gundam," smiled Yu as he grabbed a heavy dictionary.
"You...You can't be serious!" exclaimed Liek.
"You're right. A book seems too weak in a man's hand," said Yu placing the dictionary down and pulling a knife from under the bed.
"Seeing how you're going to die, I should answer a question that will be taken to your grave. You asked me who I am, right? Well, I told you I am a manifestation of Liek's darkness but that's not all. I truly exist as a dark soul but I found the right person to inhabit and use to my whim," said Yu as he walked around to the left side of the bed.
"This is the worse way for me to die. Defenseless," muttered Li'thel.
"Hmm, I'd hate to see such white bandages turn red but I guess it can't be helped. I'm the messenger and you're the mailbox," said Yu trying to sound funny.
"I should be laughing but you suck," growled Li'thel.
"Oh well, at least I won't be the murderer," said Yu as he raised the knife over his head.
Everything after that seemed like a blur somehow and yet, I saw everything like when a movie slows down to create a dramatic effect. The knife sank into Li'thel's chest before it was lifted up again. This process repeated so many times I lost count and probably my sanity. Before I knew it, I was stabbing him to death with powerful vigor that I actually enjoyed what I was doing while in the back of my head I was trying to stop. Li'thel's mouth did open but I heard nothing expect my fast breathing and the sloshes of blood as the knife went in and out. What seemed to last for all eternity quickly came to an end as I regained control of my body and fell back onto the ground starring wide eyed at what had elapsed.
"I heard screaming! What's going on in here?!" shouted Henry as he burst through the door with Lily following right behind him.
Lily stopped at the threshold and covered her mouth as she starred at the cold, red body of Li'thel. She slowly extended her left arm in horror as if reaching out to grab something.
"Li...Li'th...Li'thel...?" asked Lily shaking uncontrollably.
One step and mom was already on the floor crying her eyes dry. I can probably guess correctly that dad looked from Li'thel to me and then to the knife. Completely speechless, he reached down for mom and pulled her out of the room to calm her down somehow.
"You cold blooded murderer," said Yu.
I didn't know what to say at Yu or at myself but I knew Yu was pleased with the outcome.
"And to think I could trust you with a knife. I thought you had more self control than that," said Yu slightly proud and disappointed.
All I could say was, "You bastard."
"Well, it was nice playing with you. See you another time," said Yu happily.
It took me a couple minutes before I can get a complete handle on my barely sane mind. I know I'm holding the murder weapon with the blood and finger prints completely obvious. I'm having a wave of cold sweat that is mixed in with fear that I wish I never knew. Haven't felt this way since the police car exploded near me. It took me quite a while to figure this out but the joy of killing lingered in the air and in my system. The only questions I had were, "Who is the next person to die?" and "What's wrong with me?"
"Liek, we need to have a serious talk," said Henry at the door.
I hadn't realized that I was also paralyzed with shock so my dad sat down beside me starring at both Li'thel and the bloody knife.
"You're a mess, Liek. I think you need some professional help because you can't go stabbing people to death like that. I mean, you weren't always like this. From what I've seen, you were always a good person who'd help those in need. You saw your mom, right? Did you even consider the consequences of killing someone?" lectured Henry.
"I.I.I...didn't mean...to do it," said Liek slowly.
"If you didn't then why did you?" asked Henry.
"It...just...happened," said Liek even slower.
My head feels dizzy and I can't really concentrate anymore. I don't even have the power to stand up so I did the next best thing there is. Pass out where I was sitting. Some how though, I couldn't even pass out and just continued to stare at the corpse ignoring what my father was saying.
"There's no point in killing when you don't need to," continued Henry but he soon caught the drift that Liek wasn't paying attention and left the room.
I slowly regained my ability sanity and accessed the situation a little better as time passes by. Mom's wailings can finally be heard downstairs as she continuously shouted "Li'thel" at various intervals. It took me a while longer to understand what I have just done to both myself and my mom. Mom lost somebody important to her and I killed that person out of my anger and probably resentment. I'm starting to regret what I did and ponder on the idea of sadness for a few seconds before tossing it aside.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this," thought Liek as he stood up dazed.
Location â€" Liek's House: Bathroom
I'm back in the room where I first met Yu and everything was still the same. It was difficult to look into the mirror of a murderer and see all of the blood stains. Blood stains on my clothes and body and it only made me feel worse about what I've done. All I could think about was what's going to happen to me in the future. Will I go to jail? Am I going to get disowned? Should I flee to the country side and live the rest of my life in solitude? There were many questions but these were the only ones that stick out.
"I have to get out of here," said Liek out loud. "I'll go anywhere where they won't ever find me. The feds or my family and friends."
A knock sounded against the closed bathroom door but Liek ignored the sound and tried to calm down and think as rationally as he could. Another knock sounded a few minutes later but Liek continued to ignore the sound. This process continued for another 30 minutes before Liek got fed up with the sound and opened the door as bright light shined through the crack and blinded Liek for a moment.
Location â€" Hospital: Emergency Room
"He seems to be waking up. Luckily he relaxed before we added the IV or else things wouldn't have progressed smoothly," said a far away voice.
The blinding light turned out to be the bright ceiling lights but Liek was confused about where he is. The sedative was starting to wear off but he couldn't concentrate well to understand what was going on around him. People moved past him quickly and he couldn't recognize any of the faces. The only thing that stood out was the blob of white that kept going back and forth.
"Oh god, he's alive," said Lily as she popped her head around the curtains.
Lily had been crying for a long time since her eyes were still puffy and her face red.
"Is it okay for me to see him now doctor?" asked Lily to a man in white standing next to her.
"Yes, it is perfectly fine. We're lucky to have gotten there on time. A slight delay could have resulted in his death," answered the doctor.
Lily was slightly relieved and she moved to Liek's side.
My...death? Did I try to commit suicide in the bathroom? I don't have any recollection of it but the noise around me hurts my ears. I just wish that everything would become quiet for a while.
"Liek. Sweetie. I thought I was going to lose another person precious to me. I don't know what I would have done if you were gone too," said Lily trying to keep her composure.
I opened my mouth but I couldn't speak and it felt really dry. Doubt they fed me water while I was unconscious. I wanted to say something but I couldn't since I was afraid of making my mom cry again. The guilt just keeps on building no matter what I try to do. At this rate, I'll never forgive myself for what I've done.
"I shouldn't have had your dad leave you alone after what had happened. I feel guilty for letting this happen," spoke Lily apologetically.
I recognized my guilt as murdering someone she cared about and seeing her apologize to no end about what I did. Mom kept on babbling even after I closed my eyes but it wasn't for long when a large sound ripped its way into my ears and forced me to open my eyes again. | FSE |
Title: When I See Her... by GertyIorna
Tags: Catgirl, F/F, Friendship, Secret Love
Ok so no reading if your a minor (yada, yada) This came from what me and my friend talk about, but we don't always talk like this. So yeah I really hope you enjoy it xx
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May looked around her class room, seeing Polly walking with her new boyfriend. May as always felt a strong pang of jealousy towards the boy. She watched as Polly wraped her arms around the mans body.
May hated the way his body looked, she was desperatly trying to make excuses as to why she wanted Polly to break up with him. It seemed impossible that she had fallen in love with her best friend.
May looked up seeing Polly's boyfriend walk towards her, while Polly waited obediently by the door. May stood up, if he was trying to get her he was going to get slapped, the male cat looked around then back to May.
"Hey May, umm you've known Polly for a long time. you're practically sisters? well I want to be her mate..." he wasn't allowed to finish before May butted in.
"And you're asking for my permission? why don't you ask her!" May had, had enough with everyone thinking she made choices for Polly but of course she liked how he thought she was that devoted to her friend as to care what Polly did with her men.
"No, I know she trusts you more than she trusts me, and I want you to take her virginity, so I know you'll always be there..." his words trailed into insignificance, as May looked past him to Polly who waved at her.
"Does Polly know?" May didn't realise that she had just stopped him in mid speech, May just wanted to know that it was what Polly wanted. Of course they had talked about how their virginities being lost to eachother would be easier because they would stick together, but it was a fallacy.
"Not exatically. Look May I know she trusts you more than anyone. I just want her to be comfortable while I do it...And you'll do that, she trusts you, she won't care" May resisted the urge to slap him hard, of course he wasn't thinking strait. May closed her eyes breathing heavily.
"Only if she want's too. I'll invite her round tonight, my parents are away..." May replied opening her eyes, she had known that her mother thought she was gay, as her mother had given her some toys, which would be useful. she smiled. Her and Polly were almost sisters. their kitten fur was the same colour and people often mistook them for twins. But May wanted to be the one.
"Good. look I better go back to her...ask her in Gym ok?" The male cat returned to Polly and pulled her to their classroom while Polly waved sweetly at May, and May smiled thinking of how best to ask Polly...
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As usual May and Polly got changed next to eachother hiding eachother from their classes stares. of course both felines were beautiful. Polly always managed to have a boyfriend, May was saving herself. Well she wasn't waiting any more.
May gently stared at Polly's body as the beautiful cat pulled her school top off. May felt her breathing hitch seeing her best friends body clearly for the first time. the perfect lines, which were blurred by her soft silky fur. May gulped and finished changing knowing that she would have trouble getting that image out of her head.
"May are you ok?" Polly was suddenly hugging May in a tight embrace, their bodies pressed together. May blushed glad her fur covered her blushing face. this hug normally wouldn't have fazed her but with the looming prospect of taking her best friends virginity it had an amazing affect on May.
"Yeah i'm fine." May let her words slur and she walked to the Gym, her head spinning as she looked over to polly, who was gently bouncing aroundher in a large circle like she always did, and May noticed how Polly's gym clothes clung to her fur in just the rught places. May ripped her eyes and thoughts away from Polly.
"Ok girls pair up and think of a song to do a gym routine too!" their teacher shouted. May smiled softly she instantly linked arms with Polly. claiming her. Polly smiled they had always paired up for gym class. and any other class. Neither of them trusted anyone else enough.
"Hey Polly, do you want to come over later. My parents are out so we can watch movies. I don't like being alone." May knew this would make Polly say yes, Polly hated leaving May alone. so Polly nodded then kissed May's cheek sweetly.
"Of course I'll go round. I'll get some clothes from my house then i'll be round with DVD's ok sweetie." Polly smiled as she spoke and May nodded hugging her best friend tight aware of how their bodies alined with eachother. May smiled and let Polly go.
"Thats great. thank you so much." May smiled and started going through CD's as to what she wanted to dance in gym to. Polly sat beside her.
"How about Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood?" Polly smiled and May nodded taking the Cd out of it's flimsey case and putting it in their local CD player. she waited for the track to come on then the two cat girls started talking about what to do. May watched as Polly tried to do some of the gym stuff by herself. May giggled, somehow liking the way Polly's clothes tightened around her.
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May slowly walked home, she was thinking of the best way to tell Polly about what her boyfriend wanted. And now what May wanted. It was hard to deny that she wanted to loose her virginity to Polly, she wanted to loose it to the person she trusted most. That was Polly.
May sighed closing her eyes and she silently cursed the act she wanted to commit. of course as both were girls there was no danger of pregnancy but it would be hard to get Polly in bed. May sighed softly. she walked into her house leaving the door on the latch so Polly could come in.
May went to her bedroom and got changed into her pyjama's which were slightly see through, she had brought them with Polly, so she knew Polly would like them. of course Polly had never seen them on her.
Soon Polly walked in with a carrier bag of toiletries and clothes. she walked up to May's room not caring to knock, she stopped as she saw May pull on the tiny shorts. Polly blushed and coughed making her presence known to May. May turned a bright red.
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May lay across Polly's lap as they watched Love Actually, she smiled watching as Polly glanced at May's visible breasts. Polly bit her lip determined to watch the movie, even though she felt a pull towards May.
"Polly stay still for a moment." May got up then knelt infront of Polly straddling her lap, she gently cupped Polly's face and kissed her. after a long moment Polly kissed back. May gently pushed her tongue into Polly's mouth and Polly pushed her away.
"My boyfriend will be mad at me." Polly didn;t want to ruin it but she had to think about him, she didn;t want to be labled as a cheater. May got a piece of paper which had Polly's boyfriends handwriting on telling Polly his wishes. May had made him write it for her during lunch. Polly's eyes widened then she kissed May,
"Do you love me?" May posed the question, she just wanted to know so she wouldn't get confused later but Polly pulled away slightly then smiled sweetly.
"Yes you already know that, but I can't loose my virginity to you May." Polly's words shattered May but May tried desperatly not to show it. May pulled back trying to stop her tears, but Polly kissed her again.
"Polly do not try to make me feel better!" May screamed and she ran to her room leaving Polly downstairs. Polly made up her mind that she wanted May to be the first to dominate her. the first to take her. Polly gently walked up the stairs and found May with the covers over her head, Polly heard the gentle sounds of May sobbing. Polly sat beside her and pulled the covers away from May who gripped on tight.
"Don't Polly, let's just go to sleep." May mumbled trying to wipe her tears away, in that moment Polly pulled the covers away from May.
"May please. I want you to be the one. please dominate me...I trust you. I'll do anything you want." Polly climbed behind May and pulled May close May turned to fac Polly and kissed her deeply.
"Polly if we do this, you have to listen to me ok? I don't want you to hate it but I want pleasure too.." May let that compromise slip from her lips.
"of course" at Polly's words May pulled off both their clothes and threw them to the side. she smiled very softly and kissed Polly, she then went to her wardrobe and got out her new toys, she smiled seeing the strap on, she gently pulled it on then walked over to Polly.
"please spread your legs." May spoke as she got onto the bed and she waited as Polly opened her legs, May ran her hand along her best friends body.
"I love you." Polly whispered and May pushed into Polly feeling Polly's pussy split as she did so. May waited a minute for Polly to get sed to it then kissed her, slowly starting to thrust in and out of her.
"Why does this feel so right?" Polly asked against May's lips, this of course was right, it felt so good to both of them
"Polly...I love doing this with you...please don't make this the only time." May pleaded thrusting into Polly harder and listened to the feline moan loudly.
"Of course May...any time..." Polly's voice was hitched as she felt May bring in a rythem, Polly moaned louder arching her back as she felt herself spazam around her driends strap on. May smiled still thrusting inside liking the way Polly submitted to her and she felt herself cum with no warning and the way the strap on was designed it collected until May's cum pushed into Polly and they both moaned loudly.....
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Title: Streaks of Gray and White- Chapter 2- Dacono's Promise by Yukon
Tags: Anal, Canine, Cuddling, Gay Relationships, Husky, M/M, Oral, Wolf
Chapter 2, and this one has yiff!!! yaaaaaayness hehe...so anyway, enjoy the story.
You know the disclaimer...
The next day...
The door opened and in walked the tall, white wolf. Today, he didn't even have to let his mate know he was home. The husky was already waiting for him having heard the car pull up. Again the wolf was greeted with a soft kiss from his mate. Dacono, the wolf, then noticed that the husky was only in a pair of shorts. He took a quick moment to glance over the canine's from. He was mostly gray, with a small amount of black on his back. His front side, extending from his neck down to his waist, was white. He had some light muscle definition, showing some evidence of working out. "How come your like that?" Dacono asked.
"I got too hot; this summer heat and all my fur starts to fry me after a while," the husky replied.
The wolf let out a chuckle, "I know exactly what you mean hun." He gave his mate a light hug when he realized something. "I don't smell any dinner, what gives?"
"Well, I was thinking maybe we could go out, it is Saturday," Yukon replied.
"But I don't wanna go all the way to town again," Dacono complained.
"Aww come on hun, please," the dog begged.
"Fine, but you have to drive."
"That's ok with me," the husky happily agreed, "But we're gonna take my Civic. The gas mileage is like 20 times better."
"Yea, but it doesn't turn heads like my car," Dacono said chuckling. "But if we're gonna go, you better get dressed." He gave the dog a swift pat on the butt and Yukon ran off to the bedroom. He soon returned with a shirt and his keys.
"Ok, let's go," Yukon said. Together, the padded out to Yukon's car and got in.
They headed out for the same 25 minute trip they had taken the previous day. For the first half of the trip, the canines sat silent; the husky concentrating on the road and the wolf blankly staring out the side window. Then Yukon broke the silence. "We need to get gas in town," he said pointing to the fuel indicator.
"Fine by me," Dacono agreed still staring out the window.
"So how was your day?" Yukon asked.
"Slow and boring," the wolf replied, letting out a sigh.
"Is something wrong hun?" Yukon was concerned.
"No, I'm fine," Dacono replied, sighing again.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine hun," the wolf said. He looked over at the husky and gave him a kiss on the cheek trying to reassure him.
But Yukon still wasn't convinced, but decided to let it go for now.
For the rest of the drive, the two remained silent. Yukon knew that something had to be wrong with the wolf, but again let it go, knowing that he had a big surprise back at home that would cheer his mate up. They arrived at their favorite restaurant in town, Applebee's, and went inside. Their normal waiter, a cute otter, walked up to them with a couple of beers in his paws. "Good evening boys," he said, setting the beers down on the table.
"Hey Josh, how you doing?" Dacono asked in a bit better mood.
"Pretty good, so will it be the usuals for dinner," Josh asked the two canines. They both nodded and the waiter left to place their order. The pair looked over to the television at the bar. There was a soccer game on and they both watched silently, taking occasional sips of their beers. When the food arrived, they returned their attention to the table and began eating. Every once in while, Yukon tried to initiate a conversation with the wolf, but in return he would just receive a blank answer, and that would be the end and they would just returned to eating. After a while, Yukon had finally had enough.
"Look hun, I know that something is wrong, and I want to know what it is now," he said.
"Well, I think I'm just tired, but I've just been feeling kind of down this afternoon. And don't worry, I'm not mad at you or anything."
Yukon let out a sigh of relief.
"But there's some good news. They let me have Monday off, so we can spend the day together that we didn't get today," the wolf added in.
"That's great! It's gonna be so nice hun," Yukon said before leaning across the table to give the white wolf a quick kiss. He started to feel a bit better, and as they continued dinner, they started having conversations. Yukon noticed that his mate seemed to be in a better mood, and that made him fell a lot better.
The two finished their dinner and stayed long enough to watch the end of the soccer game. Dacono paid the bill and left a generous tip for their otter friend. They went out to the car and began their return trip. Yukon looked at the car clock. It was just after six, and since it was mid-summer, the sun would still be up for a few more hours. That left the perfect amount of time for his surprise.
Dacono spoke up, suddenly bringing the husky out of his thoughts. "I think I'm gonna take a quick power nap so I can make it through the rest of the evening."
"That's fine by me hun," Yukon replied. Dacono leaned over and gave his mate a kiss on the cheek before reclining his seat back so it was flat. He pulled his legs up onto the seat and curled up into a big white ball.
Yukon took his eyes off the road for one second to look down at the wolf. He thought of how cute the white canine looked, and how lucky he was to have Dacono as a mate. He felt the steering wheel jerk, bringing him out of his own world. He looked back to the road to see that he had drifted off the road a bit into the gravel. He quickly corrected himself, returning to the lane, and focused his attention back on the road.
For the remainder of the trip, Dacono took a nice nap, regaining some of his energy. The husky pulled onto the dirt road that led to their house. When he arrived, he parked the car and shut it off. He looked down at the still sleeping wolf. Dacono looked so cute sleeping, and Yukon didn't want to wake him, but he did anyway. "Hey sleepy head, we're home."
Dacono slowly opened his eyes to see his mate looking down at him with a soft smile. Dacono climbed out of the car and stretched with a loud yawn. "Well, I feel a little better now."
"That's good, cause your gonna need it for what we're gonna do next," Yukon said.
"And that would be?" the wolf asked.
"Follow me," the husky said, and started walking to the shed where they kept their ATVs. Awhile back, the canine couple bought a pair of matching Yamaha ATVs, but for a month or so, Dacono's ATV hadn't been working.
When they arrived at the shed, they went inside and Yukon started up Dacono's ATV.
"So what do you think hun," Yukon said with excitement.
"You fixed my ATV!!?? Thank you so much!" Dacono pulled the husky into a strong hug, holding his lover for a few minutes. "I love you so much, your the best!" the wolf said before pulling him into another hug.
"Ok ok, let's get it out of the shed before we die from the fumes," Yukon said with a chuckle. Dacono let go of the dog and climbed on his ATV and drove it out of the shed. Yukon soon followed on his own quad, and they set off down the dirt road towards a off road trail they had found. Yukon was in the lead as the went down the trail, crossing small streams and over hills.
Dacono's cell phone began ringing and he stopped the ATV. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and checked the number. He didn't recognize the number, but decided to pick it up anyway. "Hello," he asked.
"Hey, it's Jamie," the voice replied.
"Oh hey little bud, what's up."
"Well, I was gonna give Dakota a call, but I'm really nervous."
"It's ok man, I gave him a call earlier today, and he's expecting your call. I told him about you, and he's really excited to meet you."
"Well, ok," the fox responded simply.
"Just give him a call, then call me back and let me know how it went," the wolf reassured.
"Alright, I will. Thanks a lot Dacono. Your a good friend"
"No problem, talk to ya in a bit." Dacono hung up the phone and returned it to his pocket. He then returned to driving the ATV and found Yukon a little ways up the trail.
"Who was that?" the husky asked.
"It was Jamie, he was worried about calling Dakota."
"Oh, ok." The pair continued down the trail, which eventually looped back to the dirt road. Five minutes later, they were back at the house. Walking into the garage, they removed the clothes down to their boxers, as the clothes had gotten muddy from the ride. They walked into the house and took their seats on the couch, Dacono sitting up strait and Yukon laying down with his head resting in the wolf's lap.
"So...what you wanna watch hun," the white canine asked.
"Hmm...," Yukon thought, "a movie?"
"Well yes, but which one?"
The husky got up, picked out a movie, and placed the disk in the the player. He then returned to his spot on the couch.
"Awww thanks hun," the wolf said as his favorite movie, 'Backdraft', started.
As the movie progressed, Yukon found himself becoming increasingly more tired, eventually falling asleep.
When the movie finished, Dacono looked down to find his mate sleeping peacefully in his lap. He gave the husky a soft nudge, and Yukon slowly awoke. "The movie's over hun."
"Oh really," the dog responded groggily.
"Yea, and it looks like your too tired for that fun I promised you last night." With that, Yukon jumped to life, running to their bedroom, stripping his boxers off along the way. The wolf let out a chuckle and turned off the TV and lights. He walk toward the bedroom and picked up his mate's underwear, giving them a quick sniff, getting a nice sample of the canine's musk. He then continued to the bedroom.
Dacono walked in to find his mate on the bed with his tail wagging vigorously, like a small puppy. The wolf chuckled and joined the husky on the bed. They shared a warm embrace.
"How come you-," Yukon started to say, but was interrupted as Dacono's phone rang.
The wolf looked at the phone and recognized the number as Jamie's. "It's Jamie, let's see how things went," Dacono said and his lover nodded back. He answered the phone, "Hey Jamie, what's up."
"Dacono! We got a date! WE GOT A DATE!!!" the fox yelled with excitement.
"Really? That's great!"
"Yep, tomorrow night."
"Wow, tomorrow night already," the wolf was surprised.
"Yea, I'm really excited."
"Well look, I gotta go, Yukon and I were just in the middle of something."
"Oh geez, I'm really sorry," Jamie apologized.
"No, it's ok. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Dacono hung up the phone and returned to his mate on the bed. "They're going out tomorrow night."
"Sweet, but let's return to our own loving," the husky said.
"Indeed," Dacono replied.
"Now as I was going to say earlier, why am I the only one naked here?" Yukon asked.
The wolf giggled, "good point." He slowly pulled down his boxers teasingly. For Yukon, just looking at the wolf's sexy white body made his sheath swell. When the boxers were finally down, he began kiss his mate deeply. Their tongues rubbed together, almost like a wrestling match. They enjoyed this kiss for a few minutes before Yukon broke it.
"Enough of this, I want you in me," the husky said, giving Dacono's balls a firm tug.
"Ok, but your going to have to get me ready first," the wolf replied as he sat back and spread his legs, exposing his white sheath to the husky.
"Not a problem." The husky leaned down and began licking his mate balls, causing the wolf to moan. The pleasure was causing his sheath to swell, and soon his head peeked out. Yukon seized the opportunity and lapped at growing member. The wolf's moans grew louder as the pleasure increased. The husky continued to lick and the wolfhood continued to grow, eventually reaching it's max length at about 7 inches. Yukon then took the throbbing meat into his muzzle and began to bob his head up and down. He licked the head, tasting a bit of pre.
"Hun..you...better...stop...or...I'm...gonna...shoot," the wolf said between pants. His mate took the wolfhood out of his muzzle and looked up at his wolf with a smile. He then turned around, got on his paws, and lifted his tail out of the way, exposing his tailhole to his mate. The wolf scooted up behind the dog and began inserting his shaft into the tight pucker. He pushed all the way in before stopping and waiting. After a few minutes, Yukon looked back at the wolf and nodded, signifying that he was ready
to proceed. Dacono began slowly pulling out before pushing back in, keeping a nice slow pace.
"Come on hun, faster," the husky begged. Dacono obeyed a sped up, moving a a very rapid pace. His knot soon began to form, and reached full size quickly. Each thrust, he could feel his knot hitting his mate's tailhole, and he got closer and closer to climax.
"I'm...gonna...shoot," the wolf said between thrusts. With one final thrust, he jammed his throbbing member into the husky, his knot entering the tailhole. He let out a loud howl and shot his hot wolfie seed into the husky's tailhole. Over and over, the wolf shot his seed, and the feeling caused Yukon to begin shooting his load all of the sheets. As their climaxes died down, the pair collapsed on the bed and rolled onto their sides, Dacono's member still stuck in the husky. The wolf reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. "Goodnight hun," he said to the fluffy husky, giving him a lick on the top of his head.
"Goodnight," Yukon replied before drifting off to sleep in the warm embrace of his big white wolf. | FSE |
Title: How to Date a Superhero Ch. 02
Tags: college, superheroes, vanilla sex
Gateway City, a vast metropolis, held many attractions for its citizens and visiting tourists both. Like many American cities it was a melting pot of culture catering to nearly any interest. People traveled to the city from all corners of the world to see its museums, art galleries, parks, theaters, and concert halls. The Keppler Building boasted the highest view possible in the Midwest, dwarfing the skyscrapers of nearby St. Louis. Gateway City hosted professional teams in each of the major sports, including two Major League baseball franchises, along with several minor-league teams. In those respects Gateway City was no different from New York, Los Angeles, or Chicago. But Gateway City did offer one thing no other city in the world could boast...
More giant robots per-capita than anywhere else on earth.
"Aw, crap," Mega-Girl grumbled as she flew high over the city. "Not another giant robot."
The steel behemoth was no less than twenty stories in height, with legs and arms the size of tanker trucks. A massive cannon was mounted on each shoulder and it was shooting laser beams out of its lone eye - melting any approaching police cars. Fortunately there weren't any pedestrians in the area; the robot was lumbering and slow, giving people time to flee.
It 'spoke' from a large speaker in its mouth, remotely transmitting the voice of its master.
*"...bzzzt...citizens of Gateway City! Behold the power of the Robot Master! You have no hope of defying me! Your police cannot defend you ...bzzzt... against the power of my Cyclops Mark II robot. It is my greatest creation...bzzzt..."*
Mega-Girl thrust her fists forward, angling her flight into the robot's path. Its destination was obvious given the wake of destruction behind it: Claremont Bridge – the city's main access over the Mississippi River.
She feared for the S.W.A.T. van approaching from First Avenue as the robot's eye turned towards the vehicle and began to glow bright green. Like a streak of crimson, Mega-Girl flew into the path of the robot's laser and intercepted the blast with her own body.
"Uhn!" she grunted as the force of the beam hurled her towards the street. She slammed into the roof of a parked taxi cab, crushing the sedan in a violent impact of shattering glass and wrinkling metal. Thankfully no one was inside.
*"...bzzzt...Mega-Girl! You DARE defy the Robot Master!?! Not even you can stop Cyclops Mark II! ...bzzzt... People of Gateway City - your protectors are powerless to stop me! ...bzzzt... I demand that the city's stores of plutonium be turned over to me immediately; otherwise I will destroy you all! ...bzzzt...I'll start with the Claremont Bridge and its innocent rush-hour commuters. None are safe! ...bzzzt..."*
Mega-Girl peeled her petite form from the steel wreckage of the taxi and dusted herself off. When she turned her attention back to the robot she saw its shoulder cannons taking aim, "Oh, shi-"
They fired simultaneously with a thunderous boom. The entire street around Mega-Girl was engulfed in a massive explosion of fire and smoke. Nearby building windows shattered from the force of the blast and it triggered car alarms as far as ten blocks away.
*"...bzzzt...hahahahahah! You see? No one can defy the Robot Master! Not even Mega-Girl, your most powerful hero can protect you! You must meet my demands or face imminent destruction...bzzzt..."*
It took several long moments for the smoke to finally clear, but when it did Mega-Girl was still standing. Her normally wavy blonde hair was frazzled into a chaotic mess and charcoal-like streaks stained her entire form. She wiped the skin-tight sleeve of her tattered red costume across her mouth, cleaning her lips of soot, and looked up at the robot with an irritated expression.
"My turn," she muttered.
Grabbing the crumpled wreckage of the taxi cab next to her, Mega-Girl lifted it above her head as though it weighed no more than a beach ball. Flexing mega-fueled arms she hurled the makeshift missile directly towards the robot's head.
*"...bzzzt...what!? No one could have survived tha-"*
The throw was true, knocking the head off the robot and halting the massive colossus. With the robot temporarily staggered, Mega-Girl sprinted forward and grabbed its ankle, digging her hands into its steel flesh. Rending it easily, Mega-Girl pulled with all of her strength. A shower of sparks erupted above her as she pulled the leg from the robot's hip socket. Somehow it was able to maintain its balance, but the robot simply stood unmoving on one foot. With its central brain core removed, which was located in its severed head, the robot was unable to receive any further remote commands.
Mega-Girl took advantage.
Using the tanker-sized leg as a massive club, she swung mightily and took the robot's other leg out from under it. The towering behemoth fell to the street with a thunderous crash! Victorious, she casually tossed the leg on top of the defeated robot's carcass and dusted her gloved hands off against one another.
*MG? MG, can you hear me?*
Mega-Girl lifted her hand and was surprised the blue-tooth device at her ear had survived the earlier explosion. "I'm here, Harbinger," she replied.
*I'm getting reports of a giant robot downtown.*
Mega-Girl looked herself over to make sure she was still decent. Her spandex was full of tears and blackened from the robot's cannons, but at least her naughty parts remained covered, "Yeah, I just trashed it. I ruined another costume, though."
*We're going to have to start buying them in bulk. Are you okay?*
"I'm fine. Start looking into the Robot Master, would you? Dig up whatever you can. I'm going to stick around here for a while and help the authorities clean up. This robot made a huge mess."
*Will do, MG. Harbinger out.*
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Michael Blonsky looked over the artifacts he and his criminal cohorts had stolen from the Gateway City Museum of History several nights prior. They were arranged neatly on wooden pallets within a warrens warehouse owned by Tony Cicero. The artifacts were mostly archeological finds on loan from another museum in Rome, Italy. There were pieces of armor, clay pots, brass statues, and a bow complete with a leather quiver containing two-dozen ancient arrows.
"Hey boss," Blonsky called to his right, where Tony Cicero was seated at a folding table playing cards with Tommy-Gun Harris, Jimmy Collins, and Johnny Figgero.
"Yeah?" Tony called back, arranging some cards in his hand.
"How long are we going to hold on to all this crap? I know a fence on the east side who might -"
"Goddamn it, Blonsky. We're gonna sit on it until Rapture says otherwise."
Blonsky frowned. He didn't like the fact that Rapture, a masked super-villain, was calling the shots. But what could Blonsky do? She was seemingly able to control the emotions of anyone she encountered and had her claws deep into Tony Cicero. Blonsky had experienced her power first-hand and knew its potency. In a matter of days she had taken control over four of the top gangsters in Gateway City, and killed a fifth – Neon Thomas, consolidating them into her own personal crew.
"I can't believe that bitch has us sitting here guarding this crap like common thugs," Johnny Figgero remarked, discarding a card and drawing another.
"Shaddup," Jimmy Collins said. "She might hear you. You want to end up like Neon?"
"All of you pipe down," Tony ordered. "Rapture says this junk is important for her plan to kill Mega-Girl and that we gotta guard it. So that's what we're gonna do, goddamn it."
Tommy-gun Harris suddenly slammed his cards down on the folding table, "Gin, mother-fuckers!"
Jimmy turned an irritated glance towards his cohort, "Harris, you crazy shit. We're playing poker!"
As his superiors began bickering over what card game they were actually playing, Blonsky caught something out of the corner of his eye. At first he thought it was a trick of the sunlight reflecting through one of the high windows, but he quickly realized it was something far more dangerous. An expanding globe of pure light was forming mid-air on the far side of the warehouse. It began pulsing and sizzling.
Blonsky pulled a handgun from the depths of his jacket, "Boss! We got a problem!"
With a brilliant flash the orb of light vanished, leaving a man in its wake. He wore a gleaming golden breastplate and a silvery helmet decorated with a pluming red mohawk. Leather bracers covered the wrists of his muscular arms and a black cingulum – a studded skirt of leather strips – fell halfway down his hulking thighs. Simple sandals adorned his otherwise bare feet and ankles. The man's only other item was a long golden spear he held clutched in his right hand.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" Jimmy stood in panic, sending his chair flying backwards. "It's Apollo!"
"Thieves!" Apollo accused in an angry voice, his face twisted with rage.
Tommy-gun Harris grabbed the machine gun leaning against his chair and spun its barrel towards the Roman hero, "Take this mother-fucker out!"
A hail of sound filled the warehouse as Blonsky, Cicero, Collins, Figgero, and Harris all opened fire, with Harris' tommy-gun by far the noisiest and leading the symphony of death. But the bullets didn't make a dent in Apollo's armor; even the bared portion of his arms and legs seemed impervious to the gangster's onslaught of gunfire.
"Pathetic mortals!" Apollo seethed, "Do you believe thy puny weapons are a match for the God of Light?"
Poising his spear high in the air for a throw, Apollo boomed, "I SAY THEE NAY!!!"
Apollo's spear flew straight and true through the air like a beam of golden light, ripping Johnny Figgero through the chest. The blast hurled his body backwards until the spear impaled itself into a wall ten feet behind him. Johnny's form hung limp and lifeless, the weight of his dead body held aloft by the spear's shaft.
Blonsky dove behind a stack of pallets, hoping Apollo wouldn't kill him next.
Harris screamed in anger, "Die you fuckin' god! Die!" as his machine gun spat its fire.
But the bullets remained ineffective against the approaching fury that was Apollo. The mighty god stalked towards the hollering Harris, bullets bouncing off his gleaming breastplate, until Harris was within reach. Apollo grabbed Harris by the neck, snapping it with a simple flick of his wrist and dropping the crazy gangster to the floor without further regard.
"We gotta get out of here!" Jimmy Collins decided, seeing no hope of victory. He turned and ran.
"Thy flight will not save thee, villain!" Apollo promised, gesturing. His golden spear reappeared within his grasp and Apollo swiftly made a second throw.
Once again Apollo's precision with the weapon was perfect. The spear pierced Jimmy through the back and blasted a spray of blood through the front of the man's chest as it tore through his body.
Tony Cicero wanted nothing to do with that terrible weapon and dropped his gun to the floor in surrender, "I give up! Take wh-whatever you want... it's yours!"
Apollo approached the criminal, his face sneering with anger, "Thy cowardice fills mine nostrils with a putrid stink."
"Please," Tony begged, "Please, just d-don't kill me."
Apollo held out his arm until the golden spear once again reappeared within his grasp, its head and shaft stained with the gore of two kills. "Why should I let thee live?" he asked in a cold tone. "The penalty for thy theft is death for thee and thine."
Blonsky remained hidden behind the stack of pallets, kneeling and shivering with fear. He hoped and prayed that Apollo had lost track of him, listening to every word of his boss' discussion with the vengeful god.
"I-I can give you money," Tony offered desperately. "I have lots of money. You can have some of it... all of it!"
Thrusting his arm forward, Apollo punched his fist through Tony Cicero's chest and ripped his heart out. The god watched as Tony's body fell lifeless to the floor, though his heart remained firmly in Apollo's grasp.
"Keep thy money, mortal. I am satisfied by thy blood."
"Oh thank god!" a woman's voice echoed through the warehouse.
Apollo turned warily towards the voice, dropping Tony's heart. It landed on the concrete floor with a wet smack.
Blonsky was surprised to hear the voice. He turned from his hiding place and peeked through a gap in the stack of wooden pallets. He saw Rapture, though she had traded her mask and lingerie costume for a black cocktail dress. For some reason, her wrists were bound in front of her with rope.
Rapture rushed towards Apollo, mascara-stained tears streaming down her cheeks. "Have you come to save me?" she cried.
"Calm thyself, woman. Were you a prisoner of these thieving dogs?"
"Yes," Rapture nodded desperately. "They kidnapped me. They planned to use me for their pleasure. To rape me!"
Apollo hung his golden spear from a looped harness at his back and reached to untie the rope wrapped around her wrists. As he did so, he took a keen interest in Rapture's beauty. The clingy dress only covered her from chest to hips, baring the remainder of her extremely attractive form. Black hair plummeted past her shoulder blades in the form of tousled ringlets.
"You are safe, mortal." Apollo cast the ropes aside and took Rapture's hand between both of his. "What is thy name?"
"Lauren," Rapture lied. "My name is Lauren Smith."
"A beautiful name, for a beautiful woman. I am Apollo, son of Zeus."
"Oh, thank you Apollo! How will I ever repay you? I owe you my life."
"Allow me to escort thee to safety, Lauren Smith, and let us talk no more of payments. Thy rescue has been my pleasure."
Rapture wiped some tears from her cheek, "I would go anywhere with you. Are you really a god?"
"Aye," Apollo turned and approached the stolen Roman artifacts. He was only interested in two things: the bow and quiver of arrows. He ignored the rest.
"What's that?" Rapture asked in an innocent tone.
"A gift," Apollo explained. "From mine sister, Minerva. I thought this bow lost to history until I heard of their theft on the television news. Now, let us be away and see to thy comfort."
Apollo wrapped an arm around Rapture's waist and in a brilliant flash of light, which mirrored the one heralding his arrival, the pair of them disappeared.
A loud sigh of relief came from behind the stack of pallets; Blonsky realized he had escaped the terrible god's wrath. But he wondered what Rapture's game was. After Apollo's arrival, had she improvised her 'damsel in distress' act in order to survive? Or had she engineered his arrival all along, duping Tony Cicero and the others into stealing the Roman artifacts, knowing the theft would anger Apollo?
It didn't matter - it was over. Blonsky was out of a job, but he was alive and free of the influence of Rapture. Let Apollo have her, he thought. He was done dealing with masks forever.
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*...I'm over the scene in our Channel 5 traffic chopper and First Avenue is a mess between the Keppler Building and Claremont Bridge. Mega-Girl just left after aiding a clean-up crew to remove the giant robot she defeated a little over an hour ago, but police officers are having to direct the rush-hour snarl since all the traffic lights in the area were destroyed...*
Travis turned down the volume on his television and checked the time on his cell phone for the fifth time in two minutes. Penny had agreed to meet him in his dorm room so they could go out for supper but she was over an hour late. He tried calling her cell phone again but it went straight to voice mail. As Travis hung up his cell and let out a worried sigh there came a knock on his dorm room door.
He practically leapt towards the sound. "Penny!" Travis exclaimed, relieved to see her standing in the doorway.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," she apologized. "I was on a bus downtown and there was this huge superhero fight and a big explosion and -"
"I know," Travis nodded, inviting her in. "I've been watching it on the news. Channel 5 got coverage of the whole thing."
Penny followed Travis into his room and looked towards the television; it was replaying footage of the fight.
"There was this humungous robot," Travis described, "It tried to blow up Mega-Girl with these gigantic cannons. The explosion was unbelievable and Mega-Girl took a direct hit. I was really worried about her."
Penny glanced at Travis with a jealous expression, "You were worried about *her*? Travis, she's bullet-proof."
"Well, yeah, but did you see the size of that robot? It was fucking gigantic and it was melting cars with its eye."
"So?"
"So, I thought it was pretty amazing the way Mega-Girl beat the crap out of it and -"
"Travis!" Penny interrupted him jealously, "I was downtown too, you know; stuck on a city bus. The explosion shattered all the windows and glass was everywhere. But you haven't even asked if I was hurt or how I am. I'm your girlfriend, but the only thing you seem to care about is Mega-Girl!"
Travis blinked, realizing she was right, "I'm sorry, I -"
"Do you have a crush on her?" she demanded to know.
"What? No -"
"I know she saved your life and everything, she's ultra-beautiful, and she can juggle Volkswagens. I get it. What guy wouldn't fall completely in love with her?"
Travis tried to squeeze a word in, "I'm not in love wi-"
"I'm not going to be your second choice, Travis. I won't." Penny started talking fast, "I know we've only been going out for a few days and I don't want to be that annoying, clingy girlfriend but we've already had a really dirty sexual encounter and I feel like we have something special, you know? So if you'd rather be with Mega-Girl, you have to tell me now so that you don't completely break my heart in a few months."
Travis wasn't sure how to respond to everything Penny had thrown at him. He stood staring at her for several moments.
Penny pushed the rim of her glasses up the ridge of her nose and took an expectant breath, "Well?"
Travis finally spoke, "I thought you liked that our sexual encounter was dirty?"
Penny grinned and a hint of pink colored her cheeks as she realized how much she was overreacting.
He reached for the television remote and turned off the news coverage, "Do you want to have another dirty sexual encounter?"
Penny's grin grew into a full-blown smile that lit up the room, "Yes, but I have to eat first. I'm starving! Let's get some pizza."
"You're on," Travis fetched a light jacket from his closet. "I know the best pizza place in the city and it's right off-campus."
Penny slipped her hand into his as they walked out into the hall. "Thanks," she said.
Travis glanced at her as he locked the door, "For what?"
"For letting me act all jealous and clingy and not making a big stink about it."
Travis shrugged, "It's no big deal. My high school girlfriend never got jealous and she ended up cheating on me."
The pair of them walked towards the stairway together, Penny hanging onto Travis' arm with both of her hands.
"She cheated on you? What a bitch...."
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Looking out of a floor-to-ceiling window Rapture couldn't help but be impressed by the view of downtown Gateway City, "Your condo is amazing."
"Verily," Apollo agreed.
After teleporting from the warehouse, Apollo brought Rapture to a condominium apartment on the 60th floor of the Keppler Building. It was a spacious affair with expensive carpeting, papered walls, and stained wooden trim. The furniture was leather and the outer living room walls were all made of glass, offering the panoramic view Rapture was enjoying.
"Do you live here?" she asked. "This is your home?"
"I have many such abodes," Apollo replied as he unstrapped his armor and began removing it. "New York, Los Angeles, Singapore, Moscow, Paris...."
"Wow," Rapture turned Apollo's way and was surprised to see him standing naked; he seemed entirely unashamed of the nudity. Not that he had any reason to be embarrassed, Rapture thought. His body was a glorious thing of honed muscle. With his helmet off she noticed Apollo's blonde hair was long and slightly curly, falling just past his shoulders. The only body hair he possessed was around the belly button, which moved down to mingle with a trimmed patch of pubic hair. His flaccid penis promised certain magnificence if it were to ever grow aroused.
Apollo carefully transferred his armor pieces to a mannequin, which stood near the entry, before walking naked into one of the condo's three bedrooms. He re-emerged in the act of wrapping a simple and archaic-looking loincloth about his waist. "May I get thee something to drink?" he asked. "My kitchen holds anything thy heart may desire."
Rapture sucked enticingly on the tip of a finger, making a show of her consideration. "Wine," she finally answered. "Red."
He moved into the spacious kitchen beyond her view, "Thy wish is my command, Lauren Smith."
"Is there somewhere I could freshen up?" Rapture called, "Those awful men had me in that warehouse for several hours and I could really use a shower."
"Use the bath in my private chambers," he replied. "Consider my home thine own."
Rapture assumed by 'private chambers' Apollo meant his bedroom. She found the master bathroom and closed the door. The shower was a massive walk-in and she reached inward to start the water before shedding her skimpy black dress.
As she undressed the counter mirror suddenly grew foggy - too foggy - and Rapture realized it wasn't from the steam coming out of the shower.
Rapture's reflection vanished to be replaced by another figure. A man, with bluish-charcoal skin and bright red eyes. Most of his features were concealed by the shadows of the man's hooded cloak, though his eyes burned through the darkness. "You are with Apollo now?" he spoke in a harsh voice that sounded like sliding gravel.
"Yes, my lord," Rapture answered, seemingly unbothered by the bathroom mirror transforming into a window displaying an unearthly, hellish place.
"Does he have the bow?" the voice crackled deeply.
"Yes," Rapture nodded. "I made sure of it."
"Good," the figure sounded pleased. "Remember, he must use the bow when he kills Mega-Girl. You must convince him it is the only way."
"Are you sure he will succumb to my power?" Rapture sounded doubtful. "I didn't expect his charisma to contain such... strength. He is an exquisite male."
"Do not let your base desires overcome you!" the figure spat. "And do not forget all that I have taught you. The sun gives Apollo his strength – he will be weak at night. The power I have given you will prove sufficient to sway him, but only under the cover of darkness."
Rapture acquiesced, "Yes, my lord."
"Do not disappoint me, Rapture," the figure threatened. "Else I will see to it the remainder of your existence is spent in pain and torture."
The image suddenly vanished and Rapture's reflection returned. "I shall not fail you," she whispered.
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Travis and Penny walked with their hands joined between them after sharing a pepperoni pie. The bistro they had supper at was just a few blocks from her apartment and the fall evening held the warmth of day, making the walk pleasant. Travis was wearing a light windbreaker and Penny had on a GCU hoody. Both their jeans were faded as though each was wearing their favorite pair.
"Sorry we have to walk," Travis said. "I miss my car. My insurance guy said it would be a few more days until I get a check from the accident last week."
"It's okay," Penny assured him. "My place isn't far."
"You don't have a car either?" Travis asked.
She shook her head, "I've never really needed one. I get around on the city bus pretty good."
"What about when you want to go home?" Travis wondered.
"I'm from Gateway City," Penny replied. "My mom lives in the eastern suburbs, on the other side of the river."
"What about your dad?"
"He died when I was really young."
Travis frowned, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she smiled disarmingly. "I never really knew him. What about your parents, where do they live?"
"I grew up on a farm, my parents still live there. It's about two and a half hours south of the city."
Penny grinned, "You're a farm boy?"
Travis smiled back, "Yeah, I guess so."
Penny teased, "So do you know how to milk cows and cut the heads off chickens?"
Travis laughed, "Yep. I'm really good at feeding pigs, too."
"Is that what you want to do?" Penny wondered. "After college, I mean. Take over your parent's farm?"
"Hell no," Travis shook his head. "I want to live here, in the city. I have literally zero idea what I want to do for a career, but that seems pretty common among freshmen."
Penny nodded her agreement, "Yeah."
"What about you?" Travis asked. "You're a business major, right?"
"Yeah. I want to go into business for myself. Be self-employed, you know? Like my mom, she runs a floral shop just a mile from our house. It's really cool."
"Maybe you could take it over one day," Travis suggested.
"I'd like that." Penny stopped on the sidewalk and gestured, "Well here we are - my humble abode."
Travis looked up at a four-story brownstone building. It looked as though it held perhaps eight apartments. The building was old, but well-kept. Penny led Travis up the stairs and used her key to get them in. Penny's apartment was up three flights of stairs. A second key unlocked the apartment's thick door.
To the right of the entry was a small kitchen area, with a small dining area beyond that. The table there was filled with textbooks and papers – it didn't look like it was used for eating. Down a short hall was a spacious living area with an L-shaped couch and big screen television. A square coffee table was cluttered with pop cans and various items of feminine origin. Beyond that was another short hall leading to a pair of bedrooms and a shared bathroom.
"Hey roomie," Penny greeted a young woman seated on one end of the couch. "This is Travis Adams, the guy I was telling you about. Travis, this is Jordan Summers, my roommate."
Travis could not have imagined more polar opposites. Where Penny always wore very mundane clothes and even seemed fashionably challenged at times, Jordan was wearing a short brown mini-skirt and a cream strappy tank top ripped right off the cover of a woman's magazine. The skirt bared most of her legs, which displayed a fantastic tan, and her top did little to hide a slender, toned frame. Unlike Penny's oft-disheveled wavy black hair, Jordan's burgundy hair was perfectly straight and styled in a central part. Travis guessed her hair was dyed, as the deep red color didn't appear natural. A hint of brown freckles decorated her nose and cheeks. She was stunning.
"Hi Travis," Jordan greeted with an alluring smile. "I've heard so much about you."
"Hey," Travis lifted the hand that wasn't entwined around Penny's waist. "Um, what have you heard?"
"Basically I've been listening to Penny tell me about how hot this guy in her Chemistry class is for the entire semester."
That made Travis and Penny both blush.
"You're right, hon." Jordan winked at her roommate, "He's pretty cute."
"Stop," Penny's cheeks continued to redden. "You're going to embarrass him."
Jordan crossed a leg over the other, "Well, I do love to make boys blush."
"How long have you two known each other?" Travis asked, changing the subject more for Penny's sake than his own. He couldn't escape the feeling that Jordan was flirting with him.
"We met last year," Penny answered. "We were freshmen roommates."
"We've been BFFs ever since," Jordan added. "Penny's pretty cool, once you get past the snoring."
Penny gasped out a laugh, "Don't listen to her, she's a notorious liar. I don't snore."
Travis chuckled at the pair.
"Come on," Penny tugged Travis' hand. "I'll show you my room."
"It was nice to meet you," Travis waved a hand towards Jordan as he was yanked away.
"He's polite *and* cute," Jordan called out. "I think he's a keeper, Pen!"
Penny pulled Travis into her room and quickly shut the door, "Sorry about that. She teases me all the time. She really does love to make people blush."
"She seems cool," Travis grinned, looking around the room. It was a catastrophic mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere and the single bed was a twirling mess of unmade covers. There were boxes of stuff stacked in the corners and college textbooks were haphazardly piled on every available surface. A laptop sitting on a desk was surrounded by empty glasses and discarded soda cans; a wooden dresser next to the desk was completely covered with hygiene products.
"Um, wow. I'm guessing your maid had the week off?"
"Sorry," Penny apologized, kicking some clothes out of the way to make a path towards the bed. "It's been a crazy-busy week."
The two of them sat side by side on the bed.
"So, um, what are we going to do in here?" Travis asked in an innocent tone.
"I thought we could make-out for a while," Penny suggested bluntly. "I've been dying to kiss you all night."
"Yeah okay," Travis nodded. "That sounds -"
Her lips were on his before Travis could finish the sentence.
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As Apollo stood at his kitchen counter, oiling the wooden shaft of his recently recovered bow, he turned to see Rapture stroll out of his bedroom. A towel was firmly wrapped around her lithe form, covering her body from the tops of her thighs to her breasts, and she was using another towel to dry her curly black hair. Even without a hint of make-up she was stunningly gorgeous.
"Thy beauty would inspire the bards of my homeland to write songs about thee," he said.
Rapture smiled as she approached. She saw Apollo had set out a bottle of wine and two glasses on the counter near where he was working. She set the towel she was drying her hair with aside and reached to pour the glasses. "What are you doing there?" she asked coyly.
"My bow has grown dry from the centuries," he said, smoothing a hand towel over its surface to remove excess oil.
"It must be very special to you," she said, pouring wine into the second glass.
"Aye. I lost it in a great battle, two millennia ago. Mortal archeologists must have unearthed it, though I was unaware until I heard reports of its theft on the television."
"What's so special about it?"
"Its arrows will pierce any armor, any flesh, no matter how durable."
"Wow." Rapture sipped the wine, licking her lips. She stared at Apollo's magnificent chest as he was still wearing the loincloth and nothing else. "You must be very happy to have recovered it. You said your sister gave it to you?"
"She crafted it," Apollo affirmed. "Though it was my father, Zeus, who enchanted it."
"Your father... I thought you were Roman? Isn't Zeus a Greek god?"
Apollo chuckled, "Zeus, Jupiter – two names for the same man. Father preferred the Greeks. He favored their philosophies over the Romans, whom he thought war-mongering fools."
"And you?" Rapture wondered.
Apollo set the bow down. He reached for the other glass of wine, "I favored the Romans. They conquered the mortal world while the Greeks sat and debated their language and mathematics."
Rapture set her wine down and placed a gentle hand on Apollo's chest, "You appreciate strength."
"Aye."
"Do you appreciate beauty?" she asked.
Apollo set his glass next to hers and then took her by the wrist, pulling Rapture's form closer. "Aye," he repeated.
Reaching behind, to the small of her back, Rapture loosed the towel around her body and let it fall to a puddle on the floor.
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It wasn't long before Travis and Penny's making-out session grew more heated and clothes were shed. Penny was down to her bra and panties while Travis had only a pair of boxer-briefs covering his leanly muscled frame. Their bodies were entwined as they kissed; a mess of curling arms and legs on her narrow single bed.
Penny sucked in a sharp breath when Travis' lips moved to her neck and found a sweet spot that made her entire body tingle. She slid the back of her ankle against his leg to let Travis know how well he was doing. When she felt his hand clutch one of her breasts through the thin material of her bra she let out a soft moan and adjusted the way she was laying beneath him until she felt a hard lump pressing against her hip; his erection.
"You're so sexy," Travis whispered against her cheek, nibbling on Penny's earlobe as he groped her bulging breast. "I want to be inside you."
Penny nodded urgently against his lips, completely agreeing with his sentiment. "I'm not on birth control," she warned, "We need a condom."
"Shit," Travis cursed. "I'm sorry, I didn't think to bring -"
Quickly, Penny stretched a pointing finger towards her nightstand, "Top drawer."
Travis propped himself up on one hand, hovering over her petite form, and reached towards the drawer. He found an entire string of condom wrappers attached to each other and was selfishly pleased by the fact that they looked brand new – not one had been ripped off.
Penny grabbed at the elastic hem of his briefs and pushed them down his legs. "Let me put it on," she offered.
"Okay," Travis agreed. He finished pulling his underwear off and then knelt beside her.
Penny sat up and pushed some hair out of her eyes. She grinned at his naked erection and the way it was bobbing in the air, as though begging for attention. Before doing anything else Penny reached behind herself and unclasped her bra to allow her breasts to spill free. The sight of them made Travis' cock twitch even more and she giggled at its antics.
"Look at how horny you are," she teased, curling her fingers around his shaft.
"I can't help it," Travis said, watching her fondle him. "You look so sexy right now that it's driving me crazy."
With one hand Penny stroked him. With the other she lifted the condom wrapper to her mouth and ripped it open between her teeth. "The feeling's mutual, hon. I can't wait to feel you inside me."
Once she had it free of the wrapper Penny fumbled with the condom, inexperienced with their use. She was further distracted by Travis reaching down and groping her hanging breasts, which made her breath heavy and her nipples hard. Eventually Penny figured it out and unrolled the thing down his length.
Travis hooked his fingers around her panties as Penny laid back down. She assisted by lifting her pelvis and allowing him to slid them down her shapely legs. Her pubic hairs were completely shaven to reveal a bare mons. The lamp beside Penny's bed provided just enough light for Travis to see every glorious detail of her vagina as she spread her legs invitingly.
He carefully rested his weight atop her, her breasts pancaking against his chest. A smile decorated Penny's face as she felt the tip of his erection poking between her legs. "Here," she offered, reaching down between their bodies to steer him into the proper opening.
"Oh fuck," Travis moaned when he felt the warmth of her sheath around his cock.
A soft whimper escaped Penny's throat as she felt the invasion, "Oh, Travis. You feel so good inside me. I think I'm going to like having a boyfriend..."
Their bodies instantly became one. Penny curled her legs around the back of Travis' thighs and wrapped her arms around his torso, clutching him closely. They held one another's eyes, staring at each other as their hips began grinding in mutual speed.
"Your cunt feels so fucking good," Travis whispered.
"Oh yeah," Penny moaned at his language. It was as though a tuning fork was suddenly vibrating between her legs when he said 'cunt'. It was a foul, dirty word and Penny loved it. "Fuck my cunt," she encouraged him with a quiet whisper, "Fuck me in my cunt."
They both continued to stare at each other's faces, watching their mutual expressions of pleasure as the friction of their union grew more and more arousing to each of them. Penny's panting breath was hot against Travis' cheek and she let out a tiny gasp every time he thrust into her. When she began squirming in pleasure beneath him Travis increased his pace. He propped himself up on outstretched arms above her and began driving his hips with more force.
Penny's wrapping arms rose with him to hang limply around his neck and her thighs instinctively spread wider. She stopped moving her own hips and went limp, allowing her body to become Travis' slam-piece. With her pussy acting as an epicenter, warmth began to flow over her body in ever-increasing waves.
"Are you a dirty girl?" Travis asked breathlessly.
Penny bit her lip and nodded, her expression twisting in pleasure.
He continued to talk dirty to her, "Do you like getting fucked by your boyfriend? Fucked in your hot cunt?"
"Oh fuck," she squeaked. "Yes - fuck me. Fuck your girlfriend..."
Travis maneuvered until he was kneeling upright between Penny's legs. He hooked her legs beneath the knees and lifted them high to drape them over his shoulders. Travis then hugged her thighs against his torso and began humping himself into her with great force.
Penny lost it and an orgasm tore through her body with the force of a runaway locomotive. An arm reached out to her side to clutch tightly at the bedding, the toes on her dangling feet curled, and she stifled a scream by quickly cupping a hand over her own mouth. She felt totally submissive to Travis, to the dominant pounding he was giving her, and that turned her on. Images of his cock flooding her insides with its seed entered her mind and she found herself deliriously wishing they hadn't used a condom.
Leaning forward, Travis pushed the tops of her legs against Penny's breasts – effectively folding her in half. His hips were a blur as he fucked himself into her slit as fast as he could. Penny simply took it, enjoying every second of his savage treatment.
"I'm gonna cum," Travis suddenly grunted.
"Do it," Penny encouraged him, even though a deep and carnal portion of her mind was disappointed that she wouldn't feel his orgasm; she wanted to experience his hot semen flow into her canal, "Cum inside me!"
Travis' expression twisted and his mouth hung open as he felt his own orgasm take control. "I'm cumming!" he announced, feeling his pleasure spill out.
Penny reached up to cover his mouth as he continued to gasp and grunt loudly; she was afraid her roommate would hear him. Otherwise, Penny remained prone until Travis finished filling the reservoir of the condom inside her. "That was amazing," she murmured when Travis finally went still.
Travis was breathing heavily.
Penny laughed softly and reached up to caress his cheek, "Do you want to stay? With me? Tonight? Sleep here?"
Travis nodded and let go of her legs to stretch out beside her, pulling the condom off his softening cock.
Penny giggled, reaching to her nightstand for a tissue and handing it to him. She cuddled close, pressing her cheek against his chest.
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Apollo wrapped Rapture's naked body in the castle of his muscular arms as they kissed. She felt the power of his erection pressing against her stomach through his loincloth and wanted him. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted any other male in her life, but she knew she had to set aside her own wanton desires. Glancing over his shoulder she saw the sun had completely set and night had embraced Gateway City. It was time to carry out her master's wishes.
"*Love*," she suddenly whispered into his ear, her voice erotic and throaty.
Apollo's expression flinched at the power of her voice, "What sorcery...?"
In awe at the strength of his will, Rapture cupped his cheeks in her palms and looked directly into his eyes and gave him another dose of her emotion-controlling power, "*Love*."
Apollo blinked and his face softened.
Rapture watched her power take hold, "Love me, God of Light. I want you to love me with every fiber of your being."
"I do," Apollo murmured. "I love thee with all mine heart, Lauren Smith."
Rapture smiled at how easy it was to put a god under her control. "I don't believe you," she lied.
Apollo's mouth twisted in frustration as he stepped away from her, "What!? The God of Light is no base liar! My love for thee cannot be questioned."
"Prove it," she said. "Prove to me how much you love me - with a deed."
"Speak thy task," Apollo puffed his bared chest out, confident he could carry out any request.
"There is someone who has caused me great pain," Rapture wove her deception. "Someone who seeks to do me even further harm."
"Name this miscreant," Apollo demanded. "I will put them before my spear!"
"She is one of this city's masked heroes, the one known as Mega-Girl."
Apollo scoffed, "A mortal child? She will fall to me like wheat before the scythe."
"I've been studying her habits," Rapture told him. "She patrols the city every morning just after dawn."
Moving towards his armored mannequin Apollo declared, "Then I will be waiting for her."
"Do not underestimate her, she is no mere child," Rapture bent to pick her towel back up, replacing it around her form. "She's every bit as strong as you, and nigh-invulnerable. You will need your bow."
Apollo paused and glanced at the weapon sitting on the counter.
"You said it will pierce any armor," she reminded. "Any flesh. You could use it to deliver the killing blow."
"Thy words carry the ring of wisdom," Apollo conceded.
"Use the bow," Rapture prompted. "Kill Mega-Girl and prove your love for me. Then we can be together forever."
Apollo's upper lip curled with determination, "Aye."
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Travis woke up the following morning to find he had Penny's bed to himself. He glanced around through squinty eyes until he saw a note resting on the nightstand. It was from Penny; she said she needed to go to the library early but would be back in time to cook him breakfast. Travis smiled at the little heart she drew at the bottom of the page.
He arose from bed and stretched his lean form before wandering out of Penny's room. The apartment was quiet and Jordan was nowhere to be seen; Travis assumed she was still sleeping. He wondered if anyone would mind if he used the shower. Looking around he tried to figure out where he might find a clean towel, spotting a linin closet near the bathroom door.
The closet shelves were cluttered with feminine products that Travis neither understood nor wanted to. He spotted a stack of towels on one of the lower shelves and squatted to retrieve one. As he pulled the towel out a hint of red underneath caught his eye. Pushing some other towels out of the way his eyes widened at what he saw.
At first Travis thought it was a red one-piece swimsuit, but then he noticed the long sleeves and how it was trimmed in blue and black. Digging further down into the closet, which had a false-bottom, Travis found more costumes, masks, and boots.
"Holy shit," he whispered at the hidden cache, a sudden realization washing over him. "My girlfriend's roommate is secretly Mega-Girl...!"
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Mega-Girl flew casually over the city, scanning the streets and rooftops for any signs of trouble. Mornings were generally calm but she wanted to make sure no more giant robots would make an appearance. She was nearly ready to quit her patrol when something struck her from above and behind. Something hard and strong!
She landed on the downtown street below with such momentum that it crumbled the concrete beneath her. A morning commuter bus slammed on its brakes and swerved to a stop in order to avoid hitting her.
"What in the world....?" she rose and looked upwards.
Apollo hovered above her, dressed in gleaming armor with his bow and quiver strapped to his back. His golden spear was held firmly in his right hand. "Mega-Girl!" he hollered, "Thy death is at hand!"
Though they had never encountered one another, Mega-Girl certainly recognized him; he was the most famous super-powered individual in the world, after all. "Apollo?" she sounded confused. "What are you doing? Why did you -?"
He answered by throwing his spear. It transformed into a shaft of pure golden energy, accelerating to incredible speeds, before impacting against Mega-Girl's chest. The force of the blast hurled her petite frame backwards until she smashed into the bus, its metal frame crumpling around her.
"It's Apollo!" someone on the bus said.
"Why is he fighting Mega-Girl?" another passenger asked.
Mega-Girl had to literally peel herself from the side of the wrinkled bus, still dazed by Apollo's vicious weapon. But he offered her no respite. Landing on the street before her, Apollo struck with a mighty uppercut that sent Mega-Girl hurling into the air. She crashed through a window of a tall building, smashed through another wall within, and landed on an office desk which finally stopped her momentum. Fortunately the office was vacant.
"Damn it," she cursed, regaining her feet. "That actually hurt!"
She flew out of the building through the broken glass window and spotted Apollo below, still on the street. He was picking up his re-formed spear and hadn't expected her to recover so quickly. Mega-Girl aimed her flight directly towards him, leading with her fists. If Apollo wanted a fight, she would give him one!
The impact was titanic.
Apollo careened through the air after the blow, bouncing off a taxi, knocking over a mailbox, and crashing through the window of a coffee shop. His rolling form took out no less than three tables and knocked over two early-morning customers.
"...Jesus...!"
"Ohmigod, it's Apollo!"
"Who hit him...?"
Apollo was slow to his feet, lifting a hand to his forehead and shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. "Neptune's beard!" he exclaimed. "Never have I felt such strength!"
He staggered out of the coffee shop to find Mega-Girl standing on the street waiting for him.
"Why are you attacking me?" she demanded to know. "We're both heroes, we're on the same side!"
"I will avenge mine love, mortal." Apollo snarled. "Never again will I allow thee to harm Lauren Smith."
Mega-Girl's mask covered the top half of her face and most of her confusion, "Who?"
"Lauren Smith!" Apollo bellowed.
Mega-Girl shrugged bonelessly, "Never heard of her."
"Liar!" Apollo charged.
Mega-Girl managed to avoid Apollo's first punch but he followed that up with another, which glanced across the side of her face. She tried to punch back but Apollo blocked her fist with a forearm and struck her again. Back and forth they fought, with Apollo deflecting or dodging most of Mega-Girl's attempts.
But his punches were landing seemingly without effort. Apollo was an immortal who had been alive for thousands of years. He had fought in hundreds of wars, defeated countless enemies, and had trained with the finest warriors throughout history. In contrast, Mega-Girl was a twenty year-old who had been wearing her costume for less than a year and hadn't taken so much as a self-defense course. She had always relied on her strength and invulnerability to overcome her lack of fighting skills, but Apollo possessed as much power as her and then some more.
She quickly recognized the superiority of his fighting ability and leapt away from him, slamming her palms together to create a massive wave of concussive air and forcing the angry god back. With Apollo staggered, she flew upwards and away trying to buy some time.
"Harbinger!" she called, lifting a hand to the Bluetooth cellular device curled around her earlobe as she flew. "Harbinger, are you there?"
There was only silence.
"Harbinger," she tried again. "Harbinger, come in."
There was another moment of silence before Harbinger's voice finally transmitted.
*I'm here, MG. What's going on?*
"I'm being attacked by Apollo!" Mega-Girl exclaimed, relieved to hear Harbinger's voice.
*What?!?*
"He just attacked me," Mega-Girl explained as she flew quickly around and between the downtown skyscrapers, trying to put some distance between her and Apollo. "He came out of nowhere."
*Why would he do that?*
"I don't know, but I've never fought a three-thousand year-old god before; I need to figure out a way to stop him. I need your help."
*I'll get into it right away, but it might take me some time. Can you hang in there?*
"I'll certainly try," Mega-Girl tried to sound confident as she landed in Byrne Park, an 800 acre oasis of grass and trees west of the downtown core. She knew Apollo would be right behind and hoped to contain the fight where there would be fewer pedestrians and structures. Her fear was that if the fight continued her and Apollo could destroy half the city. She turned towards downtown and waited for him to fly after her, but there was no sign of the mighty god.
Suddenly, slightly above, a globe of pure light appeared in mid-air. Mega-Girl stepped backwards as it sizzled and crackled. Apollo appeared in a brilliant flash, hovering twenty feet in the air, his spear raised for a throw.
Mega-Girl dove out of the way as Apollo's weapon exploded on the ground where she was standing, "Crap. He can teleport, too?"
She stood and ripped a lamp post out of the ground as easily as picking up a toothpick. Spinning, Mega-Girl swung with all her strength and hit Apollo squarely. He flew backwards, impacting against a tree. The collision sundered the thick maple with a loud crack, splitting its trunk.
"Thy power is impressive," Apollo rose slowly, yet unharmed. "But the son of Zeus is not so easily felled."
Mega-Girl balled her fists, "Neither is the daughter of... ah, never mind. You wouldn't have heard of him."
Apollo stepped forward and unslung the bow from his back, reaching for an arrow with his other hand. He notched and drew back on the bowstring.
"Seriously?" Mega-Girl scoffed, unafraid of the weapon.
He took aim.
"You realize I'm bullet-proof, right?"
Apollo let loose.
"An arrow hardly has a chance of -"
The arrow pierced Mega-Girl's left shoulder, digging deeply into her flesh. She cried out in pain and staggered backwards, lifting her right hand to clutch at the protruding shaft. Glancing down at the wound she realized she had never seen her own blood; the sight of it leaking out of her shoulder made her truly fear her own mortality for the first time in her life.
Apollo drew another arrow from his quiver, "You have fought well, mortal. But thy days have reached their end."
(To be continued.) | literotica |
Title: 34 Minutes Ch. 02
Tags: white man, infidelity, black woman, urban, hip hop, alpha male, thug, slang
So he didn't get the late call, text or whatever. It was worse.
He looked at the clock when his phone started ringing, signaling that someone was trying to come upstairs to his condo. 6:15AM. He really should have hit ignore when he had to chance, and he almost did. He hit answer and sunk back into his bed. "Hello?"
"Justin. Let me up." Definitely not Tony, definitely a female.
"Who is this?"
The line was silent, and he heard shuffling. "Justin! Its Nicole... come on."
Of course. If it wasn't one part of the unhappy couple, it was another. But this early? He pressed nine on his phone and hung up. Good thing he never locked his door, because he definitely wasn't getting out of bed to deal with whatever it was she was here for.
He heard his front door open and shut, and he turned over, pulling a pillow over his head. "Justin! Where are you?" She was yelling, and he could hear her flip-flopping through his kitchen.
"Where most people are at 6AM," he yelled back. He heard her come into his room. "Why in Christ are you here this early?" He moved a pillow to look at her. She was standing beside his bed, holding her little Louis bag and a tray with two coffees from Starbucks. She apparently never slept, because she was dressed already, in tiny white sweat shorts and a baby pink tee shirt, and matching pink sandals. And despite trying to look dressed down by throwing a white Nike hat over her ponytail, her make up was done, so this wasn't some pop-up shit.
"On a dummy mission." She set the tray down, and Justin tried hard not to notice how the bottom of her amazing ass flashed at him when she bent over. She sat next to him, holding her bag in her lap. "Your mans showed up last night at almost 2AM. Then said when I was done being a bitch," he winced, "that I could call him, and he would be over here."
Justin laughed. "Well, surprise. The bitch lied."
"No kidding." She pushed off her sandals and pressed her manicured toes into the carpet. "He's not at his house, either."
Justin shook his head and sat back, wondering less about where Tony was, and more if he had morning breath. He thought about getting up to brush his teeth, but under this comforter, he was only wearing boxers, and morning wood was still poppin'. "Well, I don't know where that snake is. He called me last night, but I sent him to voicemail."
He watched her think for a second. "I brought you coffee." She motioned towards his nightstand. "I honestly thought you would be awake, but sorry for the wake-up."
"It's cool." He lied. He didn't really have shit to do today, but he had wanted to chill out today and catch up on his sleep and reality TV. He didn't want to ask, but he did anyway, just because she looked sad. "You want me to call him?"
Like a kid in a candy store, her eyes lit up. "Would you? I don't know why I even care, but I haven't been in the right mood to call him."
He sat up and grabbed his phone from beside him. "I'm sure he's just at Rell's house or something." He dialed. "Probably won't even pick up when I call." Nicole reached past him and tapped the speakerphone button. Justin grimaced, and prayed over and over again in his head, harder than anything that he had ever prayed for in his life that Tony wouldn't pick up. He started shaking his head, preparing himself for voicemail, but...
"Yo, it is early, son. What are you calling me for?" Tony's voice rumbled through the speaker like he had just woken up.
Nicole grinned and motioned him forward. "Yeah, you had called me last night late as shit... just seeing what was up." This was going to be ugly, for someone. Nicole was sitting in front of him right now, not Tony, and as usual, he would probably be the stand-in.
"Oh shit, yeah. Nicole was trippin' last night. Seriously. Kicked me out and everything."
Justin rolled his eyes. "Forreal? She was mad you didn't pick her up?"
"Yeah, and mad I was late or whatever. I drove all the way out there for her to act like a bitch."
Nicole looked at Justin, like, See? And Justin asked, "Well, why were you late? I tried to call you and tell you she was hot about you not being there to get her."
Tony laughed. "Yeah, I had forgot yesterday that she was coming back, you know? I was way out north of Atlanta with this shorty I met at the mall. I would have picked up her up, but I had to go home and shower before I saw her." Justin tried to read the look that spread over Nicole's face... was that anger? Sadness? This is why he didn't have a girlfriend. "Yeah, son, but when you said you would pick her up, I hung out a little bit longer. And I came back last night when she went ape on me."
"That shit is grimy, T." He figured that she didn't need to hear anymore, and he really couldn't even tell what she was feeling about all this.
"Yeah, I know—I don't even do it on purpose though. I don't even try to pull anymore. Bitches just want it." Tony was laughing... what a douche bag.
"Yeah, well Tony. I'm about to go, I was just seeing what you had wanted."
"Alright. But son, if she calls you, tell her I just left."
Justin hit the end button on that note. He watched Nicole pull her legs up into the bed, facing him. Still that weird look on her face. "Hey, what's going on in your head? What are you gonna do?"
She smiled suddenly. "Honestly, I don't know. This isn't some new shit, Justin." She looked right at him, looked kind of sad. "I'm not even upset about this shit. I just wished he would be a hundred with me."
He didn't really know what to do. Sad girls weren't really his thing. He figured though, that despite the fact that he did this shit on the regular, Nicole was sad about Tony's bullshit. He patted her legs for her to move them. "You don't have to play tough with me." Justin pulled back his covers and reached out for her hand. "I'm not good at this consoling thing, but I know you didn't wake up this early because you had to. I know your ass is tired."
She looked like she was thinking about it. He was probably way out of line, too. When Tony had started dating Nicole, Justin had said something about her being cute, and Tony flared up on some 'stay away from my chick' shit. He was a crazy jealous type—cheaters usually were. So Justin knew that cuddling up with his girlfriend was probably at the top of Tony's "Ways To Get Killed" list, even if it was his best friend. But he was tired, and if he knew girls, snuggling up with another dude was the best way to get over a cheating boyfriend.
"Come on, you can cry on my shoulder or whatever." She gave in, pulling off her hat and crawled in next to him. He grinned, pulling her into a hug. "I'll probably be asleep, but you can cry all you want." -
Why would he be so open about cheating with Justin? Like he had no shame at all? Nicole was still sitting up next to Justin, even though she had accepted his offer to cuddle up and go back to sleep. Was it stupid that she felt guilty even sitting on his bed, much less getting into it? She knew that if Tony saw or even found out about any of this, he would kill her.
Yeah, it was stupid... because she had just found out he was cheating, again. But why would he cheat again? Why wouldn't he ever stop? Would he like it if she did it to him? Would she ever do that to him? No. She loved his stupid ass. Even now, she felt guilty about Justin, even though she wasn't doing shit.
All of this shit was racing through her mind... and she couldn't get comfortable, much less fall asleep. Justin had knocked out about twenty minutes ago and left her watching TV. He had sat propped up on one elbow listening for about five minutes before he dozed off. She let him sleep, but appreciated the effort. She silently asked herself again why Tony couldn't be faithful to someone as great as her when she felt Justin move. He barely opened his eyes, scooted closer, and laid his head down.
"Somebody is still stressin'." He spoke, his lips so close to the skin on her hip that the warm breath made her jump. He was barely awake, she didn't talk back. He moved his arm so it rested around her waist, and he lightly pulled her down towards him. "Lay down... stop thinking about that loser. Get some sleep."
She let him do it too. He pulled her until she was flat on her back, and then into his chest so that he spooned her. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, slowing back down. His hand pressed against her stomach, pulling her closer, then moved to rest around her waist. She finally closed her eyes and felt the soft circles he was rubbing into her hip.
"Just relax, get some sleep," he said quietly. And this time she listened. She felt warm, safe, and happy? And definitely sleepy.
Fuck Tony.
\-
So he wasn't exactly asleep. He had been at first, seriously. But then we woke up, and Nicole still wasn't asleep.
He knew a lot was on her mind. And he knew, because she was hyper faithful to that bum and that she didn't feel entirely comfortable sleeping with him. But the fake sleepy, cuddle-with-me routine had worked, and she had finally fallen asleep.
Trouble now? The fact that he just woke up next to his best friend's girlfriend, arms wrapped around her, lips against her neck, and hard as shit.
And he just got a text message from Tony saying he would be there in a second.
Things like this weren't supposed to happen to him. He was single, easy going and never even in a position for shit like this to happen. But thanks not hitting the ignore button, here he was, and if he didn't make moves, Tony was about to walk in on all this.
He moved his arm from under her, stirring her from her sleep. She didn't say anything. Just yawned, and blinked up at him. He pulled away from her, pulling his legs out of bed and moving to stand up. "Nicole, you need to be really quiet for like... 10 minutes."
"Why?" She stretched her arms out above her head and arched her back. "Where are you going?"
Tony seriously had a hot girlfriend. But he would address that later. "Your man is here. Or at least he will be in about 30 seconds."
Her eyes shot open, and she sat straight up. "No... no. You're lying." She scrambled to get out of the bed, grabbing for her sandals. "Fuck, he's going to murder me. I'm dead." She looked pale and scared as shit.
"Calm down. It'll be fine." He reached across the bed and pulled her down to sit. "I just have to send him home. You just stay in here." His phone started ringing and he grabbed it and hit nine. He looked down at himself, realizing he was still very much tenting his boxers.
"Eww Justin..." He looked at Nicole and followed her eyes to his crotch.
He shook his head. "I've been thinking of my grandmother for like 20 minutes, but hey, turn around and hot girl in my bed." She blushed, and he grabbed a pair of basketball shorts off of the floor. "It's counter reactive." The front door opened, and Justin put a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet before he walked out into the living room.
Tony was in the kitchen, as usual. "T, what's good?"
Tony pulled his head out of the freezer and turned to Justin. "What's poppin'?"
"What are you doing here?" Justin moved to sit at the bar. He doubted Tony was staring at his crotch, but he didn't want to chance it.
He grabbed a few Oreos from the package on the counter. "Just stopped by. Nicole hasn't called me yet, so I don't really have shit to do."
"Oh forreal. She's mad, huh." Justin thought about the most efficient way he could get him out. "Shit, man—now is not a good time."
"Why? Whats up?"
Justin grinned. "Tryna' get that early morning poppin', you know? I met this girl last night, and she stayed for breakfast..."
"Oh shit, that's what's up..." He grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry and then grabbed his keys. "Well, I'm not tryna block or anything, so I'm out, son. Enjoy that." He gave a cheesy grin and moved towards the door. "If you wanna hoop or something later, hit me up." And he was gone.
What a moron. Justin locked the door behind him, checked out the peephole to make sure he was walking away, and then went back into the bedroom. Nicole was sitting on the bed ready to go. "Is he gone?"
He had kind of hoped that she would still be in the bed when he came back in the room. "Yeah... it was easy. Your boyfriend is a tool." He had kind of felt like resuming position as soon as Tony bounced.
"No kidding." She smiled. "What did you say to him?" She stood as she said this, and Justin watched her grab her coffee from the side table and take it to the bathroom, pouring it out in the sink.
She was really outta here, huh? "I told him I had a girl in here... and he had interrupted us." She looked at him as she came back into the room... blushing? "I thought he would hang around much longer than that... but I guess pussy is always a good excuse for him."
"Wow... yeah, I guess you're right." That looked like it stung a little bit. It was true though, and Justin was kind of past covering his friend's ass. She pulled her keys out of her little bag and hooked them around her finger. "Well... I guess I'm going to go home now... maybe go to the gym or something." She reached her arms out for a hug.
"For what?" He came into it, returning it.
"Just thanks for not being a tool." She said this into his shoulder, then pulled back and looked up at him. "Seriously, this is not even your fucking drama..." she grinned, "thanks for picking up the phone." And she let go and walked out of the room, and out of the apartment.
\-
Okay, so the hug had more than one purpose.
She was thankful, yes. Justin really had done her the huge favor of really showing what a tool she was dating. Not that she didn't know already, but the confirmation was good. Well, not good, but necessary.
Oh, and he had also prevented her early death by sending Tony home when he showed up. No matter how many times Tony had cheated, one indiscretion on her part would be the end for Nicole. So she was glad he had so easily done that.
But the main reason for the hug?
She waited until she was safely in her car, windows up, and doors locked before she even thought about it. She started her car and pulled out of the garage of Justin's building. When all of it was in her rearview mirror, she finally breathed.
He had looked so good... muscles all perfect and tan. How can someone wake up and look like that?
She had wanted to make sure, that up close, touching him, feeling his amazing sexily warm body against hers... that she didn't have any less than innocent feelings about him...
... but obviously, that wasn't the case.
It was somewhere around the time when he had woken up her up, and he had said whatever... about a hot girl being in his bed, that she discovered the possibility of Justin. She had blushed when he had said it, but thought You think I'm hot? And as she watched him step into his shorts, and walk out of the room, she realized that he was ridiculously attractive, and she had just slept with him, and he had just spooned her, and he was hard... and he thought she was hot?
She had honestly never looked at him like that. She didn't even like white guys. Tony, as light as he was, was pushing it. Even when she had met Justin, she thought he was cute, but not anything special—though now that she thought about it, she had met Tony and Justin at the same time, and her focus may have been somewhere else.
Her female friends would always talk about what a fine white boy he was. With his sexy always mussed brown hair and perfect grin. He was muscular too, with tattoos all over his back, and chest. Close to Tony's height at 6'2, and just as toned and tanned from playing basketball. And those amazing blue eyes...
That's what had almost fucked her up just now before she left. When she had looked at him, something soulful and sexy had been looking down back at her, something that almost made her drop her keys and pull him back into bed.
But what the fuck was she thinking? This was Justin fucking Taglianetti... Tony's best friend, and therefore completely off limits. No matter what was going on with her and Tony.
She sighed, and picked up her phone, dialing her best friend Courtney. She hoped she wouldn't pick up, because maybe if she ignored this it would go away.
"Hey, I'm at work... what's up?"
She sighed. "I'm fucked."
"What? What happened? Are you okay? Hold on." She heard shuffling, and a door closed. "Okay, tell me."
"I may be just saying this shit because I just found out about Tony cheating again—"
"That bum ass—"
"No, that's the not problem." She geared up the tell the story, but it all came out at once. "I wentovertoJustin's house thismorning, 'cos Tony wassupposedtobethere, ended up falling asleep, we're cuddlingandshit, we wake up, Tony is there... Justin gets him to go home, and now I'm fucked."
"What? It's like 10AM... I can't imagine what your drama is like at night." Nicole smiled. "But what is the issue?"
She paused, deciding how to word it. "Yo, when did Justin get so fucking fine?"
Courtney giggled. "Umm, at birth? Are you forreal?"
"Yeah, well I guess this morning, all cuddled up with him, waking up with his dick hard against me, I finally realized it." She thought about what she had felt and shivered. "I'm fucked because I'm totally into this white boy now."
"And? Go for it... Tony is a bum anyway. And what a better way to teach his ass than to hook up with his best friend."
"That shit is scandalous... no way."
"But I suppose him getting it all day every day from everyone but you is cute, right?"
She frowned. "No."
"Well then, fuck that bum ass loser, Tony. You know Justin is fine, and you know he only messes with black girls—so he's gotta be working with something."
Nicole thought about it and smiled.
This was really gonna fuck everything up. | literotica |
Title: How to Tame a Dragon Ch. 05
Tags: drama, love, romance novella
*She only agreed to do it as a favour to her sister -- but HE more than made up for the inconvenience...*
\*
Izzy didn't stir until Mrs Coats shook her gently awake. "Come on now love it'll soon be time for dinner," she said softly.
Izzy's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at the little woman, who was hovering over her so anxiously.
"Hello Mrs Coats... how are you today?" she said dreamily.
"I'm good my dear and I've bought you a nice cup of tea just like Mr Daniel asked me to," she told her.
Izzy sat up and started to sip the drink. "I could really get used to this tea in bed thing," she laughed lightly.
"Dinner's in an hour or so love," Mrs Coats said as she left her in peace.
Izzy sat sipping the tea, and thinking about what she would wear that evening. She mulled over her wardrobe thinking that she would like to wear something pretty tonight. She went for a shower, and then settled down in front of her mirror to apply a little more make up than she usually bothered with. She pulled out a long gypsy style skirt and a loosely woven white jumper which fell off her shoulders and flared out into wide bat wings. She teamed this with high heeled shoes, to try to kill the illusion of, 'tiny and useless', which Richard had referred to.
She hooked long dangling earrings into her lobes, and then picked up the matching necklace. She rarely bothered with it because the clasp was so awkward but she'd always thought it to be so pretty.
She sat fiddling with it for about five minutes before rising with a grunt of frustration. Izzy walked from her bedroom straight into her sisters. "Jess could you just..." she began still fiddling with the thing.
Jessie's room was empty.
"Richard decided to take your sister out for the evening," Daniel said from behind her.
Izzy spun around in surprise. "What?"
"Jessie was feeling restless, so Richard told her to doll herself up -- and then he took her down to London to see a show." He raised his brow. "What's the problem?" he asked indicating the necklace she was still fiddling with.
"Oh I was just going to ask her to fasten my necklace for me."
Daniel moved into the room. "Turn around" he ordered huskily. Izzy turned and allowed him to take the two ends of the chain. "Move your hair for me."
Mutely Izzy did as she was told. She lifted her arms and raised her hair exposing her neck to him.
She felt Daniel's knuckles brush the back of her neck and a shudder ran through her.
"Izz?" Daniel said softly turning her to face him.
She looked up at him with huge eyes; as Daniel gazed down at her, searching.
"Oh Daniel!" Izzy whispered.
His head lowered, his mouth moving towards hers, and Izzy allowed her eyelids to drift down, as his lips touched hers. Softly, oh so softly!
"If someone doesn't eat this food soon it's going to spoil!" Mrs Coats could be heard saying loudly in the hall.
Daniel swore softly and pushed Izzy gently away from him. He rested his forehead against hers and looked at her with regret.
"Later Izzy," he promised quietly, before leading her from Jessie's bedroom and down the stairs.
Izzy sat opposite Daniel, eating whatever was put in front of her. Her mind was blank, empty of any thought -- other than Daniel, and what his eyes promised her.
Rosie cleared the table and disappeared to go home for the night, and shortly after, Mrs Coats brought their coffee in and stood hovering uncertainly.
"Is there a problem Mrs Coats?" Daniel asked, as he became aware of her still standing behind him.
"I just wanted to say goodnight sir... and I thought you might like to know that it's started to snow."
They both looked at her in surprise for a moment, before Izzy ran to the window.
"It doesn't look too bad," she said turning to Mrs Coats.
"They've said it might get worse."
"Well then you should get home, don't you think Mrs Coats?" Daniel told her impatiently
"Good night Miss Izzy. Good night Mr Daniel." She left the room clearly not happy -- but not feeling able to say anything more.
A few moments later they heard the front door slam, and Izzy suddenly realised that she was all alone in the house with Daniel. She licked her lips nervously, and realised that his gaze was fixed on her.
"Shall we settle in the living room Izzy?" he asked her lazily, although his eyes bright... a little too bright for her comfort.
She looked at him as though he had just said something outrageous to her, and something in Daniels eyes seemed to die.
"It's alright Izzy..." he said mockingly, "I'm not going to force myself on you."
"I didn't... I never said..." she flushed painfully, looking away miserably.
Daniel watched her in silence for a moment, before taking pity on her.
"It really is alright," his tone was more reassuring that mocking this time. "I just thought that since it's such a terrible night outside... that it would be nice to curl up in front of my nice, 'piece of pointless ostentation.'"
Izzy looked up at him sharply, to see that he was laughing quietly and inviting her to join him in the joke.
She grinned sheepishly. "It is a perfect night for that sort of thing, isn't it?"
"Indeed it is Izzy," Daniel said quietly, his face open and friendly, said one thing; while his voice and his tone said something very different; and Izzy wasn't sure which one to believe... indeed she wasn't certain which one she wanted to believe!
"Come on." He stood and held his hand out to her as she still hesitated.
In the drawing room Izzy was surprised again, when instead of sitting in his chair he joined her on the sofa, he sat side on so the he could look at her, and draped his arm across the back so that it snaked behind her.
He spent the next hour or so making light conversation; and making her smile a good deal.
He would occasionally run a finger down her arm, or as he would try to emphasise a point he would tap her on the wrist, or the back of her hand.
On one occasion he reached across to touch the ear ring that dangled down. "These are pretty," he murmured, allowing the back of his hand to brush against her ear and her cheek.
Every time he touched her, Izzy felt a little tremor run through her.
And Daniel...Daniel knew exactly the effect he was having on her. She could tell that he knew, because every time she reacted; he would give a little smirk of satisfaction. By about ten o'clock, her nerves were in shreds, and she had had enough. She leapt up suddenly taking him by surprise. "Right then... I think I'll turn in for the night... Goodnight Daniel!" And she bolted for the door.
She was little, but she was fast. Daniel was big, and he was faster -- when he wanted to be. His hand stopped the door from opening as she tugged on the handle. She froze to the spot her head bent, as Daniel's arm stretched over and past her.
"Look at me Izzy," he demanded huskily.
"I'm afraid," she whispered.
"Don't be... turn around and look at me."
Izzy had never thought of herself as a meek kind of person, but every time that Daniel issued a command; she felt powerless to resist.
This was the case now.
She turned slowly and looked up at him.
His eyes were blazing down at her and she blinked several time.
"Now shall we try that again?" he asked softly, his arm still holding her firmly in place. "Say 'goodnight' to me Izzy."
"Goodnight... Daniel."
"Goodnight Izzy." His mouth came down on hers, to move and explore as he held her firmly. His lips massaged her lips until she responded hesitantly. His fingers tugged lightly on her chin, encouraging her mouth to open slightly, and when she complied, his tongue dipped in to lightly taste and tease.
His lips became a little harder against hers, a little more demanding. "Izzy!" he growled as he draped her hands over his shoulders, and placed his on her waist to pull her against him; where he then let his hands begin a light exploration of her body.
How long they stood there, kissing and embracing; Izzy couldn't have said but, it was Daniel who finally stopped it, and pulled back.
"Now then don't you think that that was a little nicer?" he asked lightly; although Izzy saw that his hands shook. He reached past her again, to open the door for her and Izzy slipped through it to walk in a daze up to her bedroom.
She closed her door and hesitated with the key; she shrugged and went and got ready for bed.
Her dreams that night were of course of Daniel, following her to her bedroom and finishing what he'd started downstairs...
\*
Izzy woke to the sound of knocking on her door.
"Izzy! Izzy are you awake?" Daniel called through the door.
She sat up rubbing her eyes, and looked at her watch; it wasn't even six yet!
"What is it Daniel?"
"Open the door I need to talk to you."
Izzy frowned. "It's not locked!" she called sitting up and pulling the cover up to her chin.
The door opened and Daniel poked his head around it.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need to go to the factory and Mrs Coats hasn't made it in this morning... and neither has Rosie."
"What about Jess and Richard?" she asked quickly.
"They didn't make it out of London."
Izzy frowned at him. "What's going on Daniel?"
"I think you need to look out of your window."
Izzy scrambled out of bed and rushed to the window. "Oh my!" she exclaimed in horror.
"Exactly!" Daniel came and stood behind her to look out as well.
The world was covered in a thick white carpet of snow more than several inches in depth. The clouds were heavy with it and as Izzy watched more and more flakes drifted down from the sky.
She looked up at Daniel her mind blank.
"I have to go to the factory," he told her again, "and I don't like to leave you here on your own..."
'Don't!' she wanted to cry. 'Don't leave me! Please! Take me with you!'
She didn't speak, just stood staring up at him with her huge blue eyes.
"Get dressed!" he growled suddenly. "And wear something warm, we may have to walk."
He strode from the room and pulled the door too.
Izzy didn't waste any time. The minute the door closed she dove under the shower and washed briskly.
She dressed in jeans, t shirt and a thick sweater. Pulling on thick socks and flat heeled boots, she brushed through her hair and tied it back to hang down her back in soft damp curls.
Daniel was in the kitchen, frying eggs and bacon; and Izzy could smell the coffee brewing.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked hesitantly.
Daniel glanced at her briefly, before turning back to the stove.
"Set the table and sit down?" he suggested absently.
She pulled out plates and cutlery and did as he had ordered.
"You know your way around Mrs. Coats's kitchen -- I see!" He was dishing up breakfast as he spoke, and Izzy flashed him a little grin; a dimple showing briefly in her cheek.
"She sometimes lets me help her," she told him softly.
They ate breakfast in silence, but every so often; Izzy would glance up to see Daniel regarding her with a slightly puzzled expression.
"I need to go and see if I can move the car in all this," Daniel said pointing out at the snow. "It's a good heavy car so it should be able to handle it."
Izzy washed the pots and put them away while Daniel was outside. She was just wiping down the table when he walked back in.
"All ready?" he asked quietly.
She smiled up at him. "Yes... I just need my coat."
"That's no good!" Daniel told her looking at the long wool coat, which was the warmest thing she had with her.
"I've nothing else with me," she whispered sadly; 'he was going to leave her behind', she thought 'it was the perfect excuse', and she knew that he hadn't been happy about taking her with him, in the first place.
"Wait here," he ordered briskly, striding from the room.
Izzy sat down at the kitchen table her head bent in defeat.
"Here try this on!" Daniel came marching back holding a huge parker.
She leaped to her feet, her eyes shining 'he wasn't going to abandon her!'
Daniel looked at her for a moment and then swept the coat around her shoulders.
Izzy pushed her arms into the sleeves and Daniel pulled the zip up. "Give me your hands." he demanded holding out some woolly gloves.
She tried but the coat sleeves were too long and her hands were buried somewhere deep inside. She held her arms up helplessly letting him see the extra sleeve length hanging over.
Daniel gave a little sigh of impatience, before slowly folding the length up to reveal her hands. He grabbed her wrist and started to roll the glove on over her hand. "So tiny..." he murmured softly, before dropping it and turning his attention to the other one.
He bundled her outside and half lifted her into the car, where he'd left the engine running and the heater on full so that it was warm inside; and she was relieved to see that it had stopped snowing for the moment.
"It won't last," Daniel told her, when she said as much.
"The weather forecast has given it out for the next couple of days... they're warning that it's going to get worse, and advised that people stay where they are; if possible."
"Should we be going out at all then?" Izzy asked uncertainly.
"The factory isn't far," he told her quietly. "And I want to make sure that everything is shut off properly, and locked up tight before the weather closes in again."
"Will it take us long?"
"Half an hour round trip, and half an hour -- at the very most, there... we should be back for about half eight." he grunted keeping his attention on the road.
The factory when they reached it looked cold, empty and lifeless.
Izzy had thought that it was cold outside but it was nothing compared to this barren place. She shivered, deep in her oversized coat as she followed Daniel around. He would reach up and pull at this lever or check that window, before grabbing her hand and leading her onwards... deeper inside.
By the time he was satisfied, and led her outside into the cold sunshine; Izzy felt frozen. She blinked in the brightness of the sun reflecting off the snow, and gave a sigh of relief. "What a horrible place," she whispered softly.
Daniel looked at her sharply before looking back at the empty factory. "I suppose... like this it is..." he murmured distantly; but he looked down at her suddenly with bright shining eyes;
"But Izzy! You should see it when it's in action! The people, moving around doing their job, laughing and calling to one another over the noise. The machines churning out the merchandise!" he stopped talking suddenly, he even looked a little embarrassed by his outburst. His eyes turned back to that forlorn place a slight bitter twist to his lips.
Izzy reached out to touch his arm and he looked down into her clear eyes. "Will you show me?" she asked quietly. "Will you bring me back... when it's all working again?"
He smiled down at her. "That's a promise!"
\*
It was starting to snow again by the time they got back to the house; and Daniel parked the car and hurried Izzy back inside. He took her coat of and hung it with his, just as the telephone started to ring, and he turned to answer it.
"It's Jessie for you," he told her, handing her the receiver and leaving her to it.
"Izzy? Izzy is that you?" Jessie sounded frantic, and Izzy winced.
"It's me Jess... where are you?"
"We're stuck in London," Jessie's worried voice crackled down the line. "We're okay, Richard's got a flat here, and we're staying there..." she paused for a moment, and Izzy wondered briefly if they'd lost the connection. "What about you Izz?" Jessie suddenly asked. "You're all on your own with Daniel... will you be ok?" Jessie was working herself into a state.
"Jess I'm fine!" she said sharply. "Why can't I be alone with Daniel? What's he going to do, eat me?" Izzy laughed a little as she said this, as she tried to calm her sister, but a movement out of the corner of her eye caused her to turn quickly.
Daniel was standing leaning against the door, his expression unreadable.
The line crackled ominously again, and Izzy said quickly to Jessie. "Jess I think we're going to lose the connection any second... I'm okay so worry about yourselves."
"But..." Jessie began just before the line went dead.
Izzy slowly replaced the receiver, not quite sure how to face Daniel. He'd heard her joking about him; she knew that he'd heard. And he so wasn't impressed.
"Are you going to yell at me again?" she finally asked shooting him a nervous look.
"No, but I'm seriously thinking about the eating you bit though."
She looked at him sharply to see a fiendish grin on his face.
"Daniel!" she whispered apprehensively.
"Relax Izzy!" he finally took pity on her, he frowned though; "why is it that everyone thinks that I can't be trusted with you?" he suddenly asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I certainly don't think that!"
"Well that's a good thing because we're likely to be stuck here on our own for at least a couple of days," Daniel told her quietly.
"That long? You really think this snow is going to last that long?"
"Yep, and before it's gone we'll probably lose power and heating and maybe even water."
"Oh Daniel!" Izzy groaned in despair, "do you really think that it's going to get that bad? What will we do? We'll freeze!" she could feel the panic rising up in her and her face paled alarmingly.
Daniel strode forward and grabbed her by the arms. "Relax Izzy!" he snapped again, but he pulled her into his arms and held her tight. "We'll be fine," he promised her softly. "There's plenty of wood for the fire in the living room... we've got lots of candles, and bottled water. Cooking food is going to be tricky but Mrs Coats always stocks up on soups and she froze some stew for when she has her days off... And I've a little camping gas stove..." Daniel was rambling, trying to soothe her and he felt her relax against him. "We will be ok Izzy," he told her firmly.
"So what you're saying is; that we should move down into the living room and camp it out. We'll need some pillows, and blankets." She was thinking as she stood secure in his arms and Daniel grinned down into her hair.
"Sweet, practical Izzy," he murmured, laughing gently.
She pulled away from him. "I'll go and get the bedding and put it in the living room, you can dig out the candles and things..."
His grin widened at her bossy tone; "Yes miss, no miss, three bags full miss!" he chanted mockingly.
"Oh you heard that!" she whispered her hands up to her flaming cheeks.
Daniel laughed. "I don't blame you Izzy; I was an ungrateful pig to you, and all you did was to help me."
"I'll go and get those things," she laughed awkwardly, as she backed away from him, her hands up in defence.
Daniel made his way to the kitchen whistling. Whistling for crying out loud, he couldn't remember that last time he's felt like whistling.
By the time Izzy came back down with the blankets, Daniel had stacked a nice pile of wood in the far corner of the living room. She put the blankets and pillows on one of the sofas further away from the fire place; and then she went to the kitchen, searching for Daniel.
There were four boxes of a dozen candles stacked on the table along with several candle holders and a large box of matches. There was a carton of six bottles of water and there was some sort of stew bubbling merrily on the stove.
"Daniel? Daniel?" Izzy called softly. There was no reply. "Daniel!" her voice rose in alarm, as a sudden sense of isolation swept over her.
"I'm here Izzy!" Daniel suddenly spoke from behind her. He was coming out of another door which had steps leading down; and he was holding a box with several rather dusty bottles in it. "I just thought that a bit of brandy might help to keep us warm."
"Oh Daniel!" she sighed; the relief unmistakable in her voice.
Daniel looked at her curiously as he put the box on the table. "You really do need to calm down Izzy!" he frowned. "I'm not about to go out anywhere in that."
She looked out of the window and saw that there was a blizzard happening outside. "Oh my!" she murmured.
Daniel laughed. "You do seem to say that an awful lot!" he teased.
"I do seem to have a lot of reason to say it!" she snapped back.
"Yes I suppose, but I think I prefer it when you say 'Oh Daniel' in the way that you do." He stood half smiling; and his eyes bright, as he watched the colour come to her cheeks.
"You don't have to be so mocking!" she accused quietly, as she looked away in embarrassment.
Daniel laughed and pulled her to him. "And don't you dare try and play that little miss innocent routine, I've seen the real hell and brimstone Izzy now, and you'll never fool me again!"
He looped his arms loosely around her hips, and leaned slightly away so that their mid sections were pressing tightly together.
She looked up in alarm as she felt the hardness of him. "You see Izzy?" he asked her quietly. "You see what you do to me?"
Izzy blushed. "I don't mean to," she whispered miserably.
Daniel bent and kissed her lightly on the cheek, before pushing her gently away. "I know you don't Izzy," he sighed. "But every time you 'oh Daniel' me; that's what it does to me," he smiled a twisted sort of smile. "And I have to warn you Izzy that it's getting more and more difficult not to act on it!"
"Oh!" she backed away her hands to her cheeks biting back the last instinctive bit of that exclamation.
Daniel grinned wickedly at her. "I can see that the next couple of days are going to be fun!" he said almost rubbing his hands together with relish.
"Don't you think we should finish moving the things we're likely to need?" she tried to change the subject but could not quite meet his eye.
Daniel grinned again. "Yes, by all means let's finish what we started."
"Are we talking about the same thing?" she asked suspiciously.
"Moving the water and the candles and things?" he queried innocently.
"Mmm!" she murmured as she turned towards the kitchen table.
Daniel leaned past her to retrieve the water; the trouble was that in order to reach it he had to press hard against Izzy. That action told her he was still aroused; and making sure that she was aware of it too.
She pushed back trying to move him away from her, Daniel groaned into her hair. "That was such a bad idea Izzy!" he growled softly, thrusting his hips to rub against her again.
"Daniel please!" Izzy whispered in anguish.
"Please? Please what Izzy? Please don't stop? Please hold me? Please kiss me? Please make love to me?" the last came out as a tortured groan, as he started to nuzzle on her neck.
The waves of pleasure, that rippled through Izzy; caused her knees to buckle. Had Daniel not caught her, and held her tight against him she would have been a heap on the floor.
"Oh god Daniel!" Izzy's head went back in ecstasy, and her eyes closed as she surrendered to him.
Daniel grunted in triumph as he turned her to face him. "I warned you" he whispered gloating. His mouth came crushing down over hers, as his hips continued to move against her -- keeping both of their excitement going strong...
The light shining down over them flickered and died. All over the house the humming and vibrating of the electricity, clicked and stilled. Daniel pulled back as the house fell into a dead silence.
"There goes the power," he sighed. He moved away from her abruptly. "One of these days Izzy; we will not be interrupted, and then we'll find out exactly where we are -- won't we?"
Izzy looked at him with wide smoky eyes.
"Stop it Izzy!" he growled. "Very soon now this house is going to feel like an ice block so we need to move everything into the living room; and I can't think straight with you looking at me like that!"
She blushed and allowed her eyes to drop to the table. "Yes Daniel," she whispered meekly.
Daniel looked at her sharply but said nothing, merely reached for the water to carry it through to the living room. Izzy shakily picked up the candles and matches; and followed him through.
It was warm in the living room, but when they returned to the kitchen, to collect the other items; Izzy noticed how fast the rest of the house was cooling down. She shivered as she picked up the candle holders. "Go and sit by the fire Izzy," Daniel ordered quietly as he picked up a tray and placed two bowls on it. "I'll pour us this stew and bring it in."
"When did you have time to prepare a stew?" she asked waiting for him.
"Mrs Coats made it the other day and froze it. I got it out to thaw as soon as I saw the weather forecast, this morning." He tipped the saucepan and filled the two bowls to brimming. He put some thickly cut chunks of bread on a plate; and picked up the tray. "If you could just get the door Izzy?" he requested politely.
"Yes Daniel," she said again meekly. Daniel felt his hands shake and some of the stew spilt over.
"Stop it Izzy!" he growled, frowning heavily at her.
Izzy looked at him with wide innocent eyes; but there was the tiniest hint of a glitter in them. She had never felt this power over a man before; and it was going to her head a little.
They sat side by side on the sofa in front of the blazing fire; with the bowls of stew on their laps, and dunking thick chunks of bread. It was probably one of the best meals that Izzy had ever had.
They scuttled into the kitchen to wash the dishes and hurried back to the living room. "God it's cold out there!" Daniel shivered as they pushed the living room door closed; and dashed back to the warmth of the sofa in front of the fire.
Izzy curled up into the corner of the sofa but found that she couldn't seem to stop shivering. Her chest was starting to tighten on her, and she was beginning to develop a wheeze.
Daniel looked at her, pale and cold and swore softly. He pulled her to him and rapped her into the warmth and strength of his arms.
She snuggled down thankfully and her breathing gradually started to ease.
"Is that better?" he asked softly as he felt her relax against him.
She nodded dumbly, concentrating on her breathing.
"Izzy do you suffer from asthma?" Daniel asked quietly.
Again she mutely shook her head.
"But you are ill?"
Another silent shake.
"There is something though, isn't there Izzy?" he asked her.
She looked up at him with slightly shadowed eyes. "I had a bit of a bad dose of the flu just before Christmas, and I seem to be struggling to get over it completely," she told him softly. "I'm not ill... and I haven't been for quite some time now, but I get these odd waves of tiredness every so often. I'm always quite well once I've rested, but I can't not rest, when the attack comes... and it doesn't matter where I am."
Daniel thought back to the summer house when he'd found her asleep there on the cold hard bench. And all those other times that he'd come across her sleeping in the oddest of places. He frowned, a little offended. "So why the secrecy? It seems like everyone was told except for me?"
Izzy shrugged defensively. "That wasn't my decision... It's not the sort of thing you do though, hello my name is Izzy and I was once sick!" she argued quietly.
"I suppose..." Daniel sighed. "I just wish that I had been told though."
They sat curled up together as the afternoon drew to a close.
"I think we need to establish something Izzy..." Daniel finally said quietly. "You do realise that the warmest... and most comfortable place in this house; is right here on this sofa?" he asked quietly.
Izzy nodded, slightly worried about where he was going with this.
"Well for tonight at least... I think that we are both going to be sleeping on it." | literotica |
Title: Unknown desires by Xianyu
Tags: Drama, Human, M/F, Non-Anthro, Oral, Pokemon, Swallowing, Transformation, Vaginal, Young Love, ditto
Pokémon + transformations = CORNY. Oh my god why are all the Pokémon transformation stories so corny and wilted? People don't transform into Pokémon on a whim!...Anyhow, I hope this story has at *least* a semblance of non-corny transformation.
Also, thank MoroQ of AGNPH fame for her picture that made me like Vaporeon's in the first place.
Unknown Desires
"Hydro Pump!" Mark called as he threw his Pokéball, his Vaporeon appearing in a flash of red light, her distinctive cry echoing around the area as she let loose her most powerful water-based attack.
"Va\_po\_" She called, before she opened her mouth and a jet of water escaped her body, shooting across the distance between her and her target faster than the eye could follow.
With a wet sloshing sound, the cardboard target sagged and dropped backwards out of sight, drenched and soggy.!
"Harder!" Mark ordered, pointing at the next target. "I want to see it blasted *off* the table!"
Panting softly, the Vaporeon turned towards him slightly, giving him an odd look. "Vaporeon...?"
"Harder!" he said again, pointing firmly.
Turning back towards the target, the Vaporeon shook her head slightly and let loose another burst of water, trying vainly to increase the power of her attack.
\* \* \*
"That was good." Mark said, leaning down to lightly pet at his Vaporeon's head, to which she purred softly and arched her back, her little tail flicking. "But you need to be stronger and faster, and do it while moving." He continued, and her head drooped a little.
"Hey, don't look at me like that." He said admonishingly. "C'mon, we'll go get some food for you guys."
Nodding up at him, she gave an agreeing "Vapo!" and started to walk after him as he turned on his heel and headed for the local Pokécentre, and the restaurant that was run by Nurse Joy.
"What do you feel like today?" He asked, peering sideways at her.
"Va-va-vapo-va-vaporeon." She replied sagely, with a firm nod.
Chuckling softly, he shook his head. "I wish Silph. Co. would hurry up and invent that Pokémon translator."
"Vapo!" She agreed, nodding vigorously.
Leading her towards a table after he opened the door for her, he set himself down, pulling out his other Pokéball, which contained a Ditto, and laying it on the table, pressing the button.
With a flare of red light, the Ditto appeared, staring up at him with its cute, blob-like face. "Ditto."
"What do you feel like?" Mark asked of the shape-shifting Pokémon, which immediately turned itself into a plate of fish and chips.
"Fish and chips it is. And you, Vaporeon?" He asked of the little blue water Pokémon that had just jumped up onto the table.
"Vapo-va\_po\_-vaporeon." She said firmly, and the Ditto arranged itself into something resembling salad.
Standing up, he made a motion with his hands for the two Pokémon to stay at the table as he moved over to the counter, giving Nurse Joy a smile. "Um, can I get a salad, fish and chips, and some steak?" He asked.
"Sure, just sit down, and it'll be ready in a few minutes, Mark." The nurse replied with her courtesy curtsy.
"Thanks." He said as he turned away and made his way back to his table, amusing himself by lightly scratching his Vaporeon on a certain part of her body and having the Ditto emulate the example with a protrusion it created, which soon resulted in the Vaporeon squealing with glee as she was tickled ruthlessly from two directions.
But eventually, their dinner came, and all three settled to their meals happily, munching steadily through their food of choice.
Mark couldn't help but stare at the Ditto's eating habits, who had just crawled over the plate and lowered itself onto it, hungry sounds emanating from it. No matter how many times he saw it, he was still amazed by its odd way of eating.
Settling their plates to one side, they all rose from the table, and Mark put them both back in their balls so that they could rest while he did all the walking back to his house, which rested on the very outskirts of town, where it wasn't uncommon for wild Pokémon to wander in.
He was almost home when he saw it lurking in the alleyways nearby, a Mightyena, skulking about, looking for scraps, scratching at the ground and whining very softly as it sniffed the area, looking scrawny and skinny.
Moving a little closer, Mark peered at the wolf Pokémon. "Here boy." He said, hand inching towards his Pokéballs, hoping to capture the hunger-weakened Pokémon without too much of a fight.
At the sound of his voice, the Pokémon swung around, eyes narrowed, hackles raised, teeth gleaming in the glow of the streetlight nearby as it suddenly shot towards him, snarling as it went, viciously.
Having no time to really react, Mark grabbed the first Pokéball that came to his hand, throwing it and diving to the side, watching as with a flash of red light, his Ditto appeared.
The Mightyena, having launched itself in a pounce to try and pin the trainer, couldn't pull up, and landed somewhere behind the human, wheeling about to attack again as Mark managed to get a hand on his other Pokéball and throw it, his Vaporeon appearing in a flash of light.
"Vaporeon, hydro Pump! Ditto, Transform!" he called as he started to move back away from the snarling wolf Pokémon, who was quickly moving towards him, hunger in its eyes.
Giving the slightest frown of confusion, he looked down at his palm, and found that it was buried in his ditto to the wrist, stuck, his Vaporeon loosing its water attack as the Ditto started to transform.
Searing, blinding pain shot up Mark's arm, and he gave a yell of anguish, trying to pull his hand free, getting his other hand stuck as he tried to lever the Pokémon off his arm to no avail.
More and more pain shot through his body, invading his senses, and he gave another cry as the world went mercifully dark.
\* \* \*
"Do you think he's alright?" Asked a soft, feminine voice, laden with worry.
"Look at him, I have no clue...I've never even heard of something like this happening before..." replied a voice, higher, and yet, not as feminine.
"I think he's coming around..." said the female voice.
"I hope he's not angry at me..." came the second voice again.
"It wasn't your fault..."
Mark opened his eyes slowly, seeing two faces peering down at him with slight fear and confusion on them, both familiar faces, belonging, in turn, to his Vaporeon and Ditto.
"W-who's talking?.." He asked, groaning softly, his head spinning, feeling heavy and unwieldy as he lifted it, eyes opening peering around for the voices.
"Keep still." Said the feminine voice, and his Vaporeon laid a paw on his forehead, forcing him down. "You need to keep still, you could have a concussion. You hit your head pretty hard when you fell over." the voice said firmly, sound lightly worried.
:"How many paws am I holding up?" continued the voice, and his Vaporeon held up a single paw, waving it slightly from side-to-side.
"You...you only have one paw you can hold up at once..." He replied, bewildered, and then, he paused, his mouth gaping. "I...you...I can!...You can talk!" He stuttered.
"We..me and Ditto...we kind of figured that would happen..." She replied with a shake of her head, lowering her paw.
Lifting his head again, swaying slightly and trying not to throw up, he peered up at his Vaporeon. "But...why? It's not...not normal to understand Pokémon..."
"...It could be." Came the nervous reply. "Um, Ditto, can you make a mirror?"
"I can try..." The shape-shifting Pokémon replied, his shape warping, becoming flat and square, reflective.
"You should look in the mirror..." Vaporeon said, jerking her nose towards it with a slight expression of trepidation.
Lifting his upper half a little, with odd sensations of unbalanced body weight that he attributed to his dazed state, he looked into the mirror, his eyes widening with surprise as he jerked back, giving a loud cry of shock as he saw the Mightyena coming for him again.
Gently laying her blue paws against his side, his Vaporeon shushed him gently. "You're safe! There's nothing there...just look again..." She said gently, giving his nose a worried lick.
Panting softly, he lifted his head again, peering into the mirror again, recoiling only slightly this time as the Mightyena jumped at him from the image.
Staring at the reflective surface, he slowly tilted his head, realising that it was slightly warped, that gave the impression that the image was jumping out at him, but then, he realised, where was he? He wasn't reflected at all, just a red-eyes Mightyena stared back at him.
Gulping softly, giving the softest of *whines*, he lifted a hand, no, a *paw*, and brushed it against the glassy surface, whining once more as he saw the refletion do it as well.
"...I'm...a...a...a Mightyena?!" He asked, eyes wide, a bewildered, unbeleiving expression on his new muzzle.
"We think that it happened when Ditto transformed...please don't be angry master..." Vaporeon said, leaning close and giving the lightest of reassuring licks to his cheek.
Giving another whine, he shook his muzzle, his tail laying flat on the ground and his ears laid back unconsciously. "B-but I'm not a Pokémon!" He protested.
Climbing to his feet suddenly, he shot past them, finding his feet with a speed that would surprise any scientist, only stumbling once as he retreated towards the outskirts of town.
"That....could have gone better." Vaporeon said with a shake of her head, her tail laying flat on the ground as Mark's new tail had.
"He was mad...Or sad...Or both." Ditto replied, and then gave her a slightly sad look. "We have to go find him, don't we?"
Nodding grimly, she returned the look. "He could get hurt...or captured...if he gets captured...I don't know what will happen, but I'm sure it won't be good..."
\* \* \*
"M-master?" Vaporeon asked as she tentatively stepped forwards towards the river, seeing a Mightyena sitting by the waters edge, peering into it intently, almost as if watching for a fish.
The Mightyena's head lifted, and peered back at her with a wide yellow eye, before turning back to the water.
"I'm stuck...as a Pokémon." He replied, his head shaking as he stared at his reflection.
For several long moment, he stared at his reflection, before sweeping a paw over it, ruining the stillness of the water and the reflected image, turning away in disgust and starting to walk past her.
A solid, firm stamp of the Vaporeon's paw stopped him though, and she stepped in front of his walking path, eyes narrowed.
"Out of my way!" He snarled, giving her a soft growl.
"No!" She said firmly, stepping in his path once more as he tried to go around her.
"Why not?" He asked, sitting down and staring at her petulantly.
"Because you made me give a vow. You remember it, right?" She asked, staring at him coldly. "'Do you vow to be the best you can be and fight the best that you can and work the hardest that you can work so we can both be the strongest we can be?'...Your exact words." She stated. "And right now you're being weak! You're running away!"
"I'm not running away!" He snarled in reply, rising to his feet and trying to dart past her, yelping loudly and peering back at her with wide eyes, his tail caught in her relatively powerful jaws.
Snarling again, he rolled onto his back, paws slashing at her, aiming for her face instinctively.
Vaporeon let go of his tail, dodging backwards, and then forwards, after his initial blow had missed, and pinned him to the ground effortlessly, staring down at him with a soft growling note at him. "Why are you trying to run away?!" She asked in a snarl that would easily match his own.
"Because I don't want to *be* A Pokémon!" he shouted back, turning his head and trying to hide it as best he could, a hurt expression on his muzzle.
Sighing softly, the Vaporeon leaned down and lightly licked at his neck in a soothing way, nuzzling him softly. "It's okay, you were forced into it...It's alright." She said calmingly.
"I want to go back..." He murmured, a single tear falling from an eye, startling the Vaporeon.
"Well you can't get back if you run away." Vaporeon said firmly, nuzzling at him affectionately. "So harden the fuck up and lets go find ditto and see if he can turn you back."
Nodding slowly, he pulled away from her, sliding from underneath the water Pokémon, and then rolling to his feet, staring at his paws. "T-this is so strange..."
Nuzzling against him gently, she nodded. "Yes, it would feel strange, I don't know, not exactly, but I can guess...But we'll get you back to being normal again." She said firmly.
Peering at her sheepishly, he lightly wiped his muzzle with a paw. "Sorry...You shouldn't have to see me like this..." He murmured, shaking his muzzle.
She shook her head, looking back at him, smiling a little, her little tail waving.
Mark blinked slightly, realising that because of his reduced stature, it gave him an interesting new view of the world, and of his Vaporeon.
They both made their way back towards the place where he had initially fled from the duo. Ditto was waiting for them there, looking anxious, resting in the middle of the lawn and watching them approach with its features slowly rearranging into something approaching relief. "You found him!" It said in its high voice.
"I did." Vaporeon said with a firm nod.
"I want to be changed back!" Mark said, cutting across the both of them.
"Well....I don't know if it will work, but we can try the way you were turned into a Pokémon in the first place..." Ditto replied, peering up at him nervously.
Nodding firmly, Mark stepped forwards, placing a paw within the Ditto and gritting his canid teeth. "I'm ready." He said firmly, nodding once.
The Ditto scrunched up its face, starting to transform, and Mark *yelped* as pain spread up and down his front legs, wrenching himself free and stumbling onto his side, wimpering and whining at the shocks of pain that shot up and down his body. "Hurts! Too much! Too much!" He said, shaking his muzzle frantically and backing away a little.
"Shhhh." His Vaporeon said gently, slipping forwards to gently nuzzle at him. "Be still, it'll go away...All pain fades." She said firmly.
Nodding once, he tried to calm his breathing, shivering and peering at the Ditto fearfully. "D...does it hurt that much when you transform?"
Tilting its head slightly to one side in a good approximation of a quizzical expression, The ditto shrugged its blob-shoulders. "Only the first few dozen times." It replied casually, making Mark shudder.
"We should go back to my home...I want to sleep..." Mark murmured, shaking his muzzle and started in that direction without waiting for the.
It took them only a few minutes to get back to his house, and Mark slipped through the flap he had fitted to the door himself for his Pokémon to get in and out, though his Vaporeon and his Ditto were the only Pokémon he owned. He had hoped to get more, but had never actually gotten around to it.
Immediately, he headed to his room, jumping up onto his bed and worming his way under the covers, curling up and trying to sleep, whining to himself quietly. Luckily, he lived alone, having moved out of his parents house when he got sick of his mother and father bickering.
It was a few minutes later when Mark heard Vaporeon enter the room, the soft padding of her paws making their way to his bed, before her weight came to be on the covers, and she wormed her way under with him, curling up against him wordlessly, nuzzling slightly before she closed her eyes and gave every impression of happily trying to sleep.
Following her example, Mark laid his head on his paws, giving a single, last whine before trying to sleep as well.
\* \* \*
For a few, strange, disorienting moments, Mark wasn't sure what was going on when he awoke, his perspective seeming to be skewed, but then it all came back to him. The transformation, his Vaporeon finding him by the river, and then, trying to go back...and the pain it had caused. Shivering slightly, he wondered if he would ever have the nerve to try that again...and if he would be stuck as a Mightyena forever.
Sighing softly to himself, he climbed to his feet, moving to the end of the bed and peering out the window into the forest beyond, trying to think, and trying to clear his mind at the same time, finding it impossible to do either to any degree of success.
"We should go for a walk." his Vaporeon said from behind him, and he felt her weight move closer and an affectionate nuzzle to his 'shoulder'.
"Why?" He asked, curious, and in a slightly defeated tone.
"Because it'll be good for you. It's what I used to do before I was captured if I got stressed and didn't know what to do." She said calmly, leaning further forwards and lightly nuzzling at the back of his neck.
"Do you have anywhere in particular planned?" He asked, peering at her, curious, an ear perked in an unconscious canid action.
"Well...there's a lake I haven't been able to visit for a while..." She said, a hopeful note in her tone.
Nodding slowly, he slipped off the bed, waiting for her to as well. "Lead the way." he said, jerking his head towards the door.
Vaporeon practically bounced off the bed, walking rather faster than usual towards the door, and then through it with a flick of the fan on the end of her tail.
Mark followed after her, doggedly chasing her white-tipped tail, glancing about at his home and the way his new, lower perspective made everything looked warped and weird. Especially his Vaporeon. His new angle made it rather hard to follow her like he did without his eyes constantly, albeit not totally on purpose, straying beneath her flicking tail, and before they were even halfway towards the forest, his new furry cheeks were flushed with blood at the almost constant sight of the tight, pursed lips of her sex, the same blue as her body, and yet with a glimpse of shadowed pink within every time they stretched slightly with her every step.
Silently, in his mind, he was berating himself for staring at her, for *lusting* after her, but he had always felt a strong attraction for her. As a human, it was taboo. but he wasn't a human any more, was he? Plus, his new point of view made it impossible not to stare! It was no wonder Pokémon didn't walk in single file!
"Something on your mind?" Vaporeon asked, peering back at him for a moment with a slightly concerned expression, her head curled to the left, left paw raised, and, for some reason, the dual action raising her tail higher.
Wrenching his eyes from this sight as fast as he could and trying to act nonchalant, he replied with the first thing that came to his head. "Just...wondering why your skin is blue." He said nervously.
"Oh...It's blue because I'm a Vaporeon." She said simply, turning back and continuing to walk, ruining the pose she had attained, tail flicking as she muttered under her breath, "Though I'm sure you weren't staring at blue area's..."
"W-what?" he asked, peering at her, ears perked forwards.
"Nothing." She said brightly. "Just wondering what colour we are when we're shiny." she said with a firm nod.
Nodding slowly, he followed after her, nose down, and eyes up, half ashamed at the way his eyes kept straying under her tail, and he was sure, that several times, she caught him looking, though she didn't say anything, and when they neared the lake she had spoken of, he was starting to be aware of an odd, unfamiliar tightness in his lower belly, and, pausing for a moment, he could see that it was his sheath, swollen and full.
"It's what happens when you keep staring." Vaporeon said bluntly, looking back at him in that same pose she had held last time she peered at him from over her shoulder, her tail, slightly lifted, swaying back and forth.
"Um...I...I...I couldn't help it!" He said defensively, eyes wide as he realised that she had known all along.
"You like staring, don't you?" She asked, giving her tail a slow flick, but not lowering it, despite the way his eyes strayed towards what lay underneath for a moment, before he wrenched them back to her own eyes.
"N-no!" he said with a shake of his head. "It was an accident!"
"Why can't you just admit that you want to stare? I can smell your arousal from here...and I'm upwind." She replied with a chuckle, staring at him with her head slightly cocked to one side. "And I remember, when you had me doing those 'climbing challenges'." Her eyes narrowed on his as she turned and sat in front of him, licking the top of a paw innocently. "You were taking pictures. I remember. You took a lot of pictures when I got 'stuck' near the top of the climbing frame, you know, when I got my tail caught up high?..."
Mark gulped, shaking his head a little and wondering why his Pokémon was talking to him in such a...well, such a *seductive* tone of voice.
"And I found those pictures...Interesting pictures they were, they showed a lot of me that most humans don't especially look at. And I found them in your top drawer, where you could get at them easily...and they smelt like you, like you looked at them a lot." She said calmly.
Gulping again, he stared down at his paws, blushing heavily, shaking his muzzle still, trying to protest, though he found it hard to find his voice.
"I think you're scared. I think you want to go back to being human because you're afraid of what being a Pokémon will bring." She said calmly, rising to her feet and moving towards him, lightly licking his brow, the softest of purring sounds in her throat. "I think you want me, and that, as a Pokémon, you know you can do what you never could allow yourself to as a human, and I think you're scared of what you want." She said calmly, nuzzling past his head lightly.
Lifting his head a little, Mark gave a slight stutter, as if about to speak, and then a loud yelp of surprise, going rigid, eyes popping as Vaporeon slipped her muzzle lower and gave the tip of his sheath a slow lick
Looking up at him, she grinned a little, leaning closer and giving another slow lick to the entrance, loving the oddly enticing taste that spread across her tongue. "So are you too scared to do what you always wanted to do? Or are you going to be strong and take it?" She asked in a seductive tone, leaning closer and giving him another slow lick.
Gasping, he arched his back, his paws scrabbling at the grass below them as he gave a muffled yip, shaking his muzzle, but making no move to stop her, or push her away.
Giving a light chuckle, she slipped her muzzle forwards, tongue returning to her mouth as she gave a kiss to the tip of his sheath, which quickly turned into a suckle, her lips closing around the edges of the sensitive flesh, tongue lashing out to slip into the sheath and tickle at the tip of his quickly growing canid length.
Yelping softly, he shivered, squirming, shaking as his length slipped free, incredibly sensitive, not just at the tip as a humans was, but all over, and it grew right into his Vaporeons mouth, her suckling, tonguing mouth, that made him yip and give a light thrust of his hips with every sharp suckle she gave him.
Slowly, she slid her muzzle down his length further, so her lips met his sheath again, closing her mouth and suckling hard, eyes half-closed, sparkling with delight. She had always wanted to do this with her trainer. Pokémon or no, he was still her trainer, and now, she was getting what she wanted.
Rolling, she spread her legs, tail flicking as she laid on her back, flushed sex revealed, no longer plain blue, but with a pink flush to it, the lips slightly spread, the pink interior readily revealed.
Unable to help himself, Mark leaned in, his paws shaky as he pressed his nose tight to the source of a new scent that quickly invaded his senses, powerful, musky, enticing.
Vaporeon gave a light groan, twitching her hips and her tail as she felt his cold, wet nose press against her heated sex, and then gasped around his length as she felt him give her a slow lick.
Licking slowly, he pressed his nose tight to her once more, letting his tongue flick out again and again to stroke along her lips, spreading them slightly with the light pressure of his tongue, making her groan around him, the sensations it awakened in his impossibly sensitive length causing shudders to erupt in his body.
Very, very quickly, he felt something spiraling up within him, his length twitching and dripping pre into the Vaporeons willing mouth, which she drank down eagerly, savouring his taste a moment before resuming her suckling.
The Mightyena's head raised, and he let loose a howl, arching his back and thrusting his hips slightly as his length pulsed in her muzzle, trapped, throbbing and jerking heavily as thick canine cum spilled from its tip.
Vaporeon gasped, swallowing once as she tasted the hot liquid spilling into her muzzle, before the angle of her head made it almost impossible to swallow any more, the creamy wolf seed spilling from between her jaws as she panted against him, smiling to herself and pulling back, starting to slowly lick his member clean as it spilled its last few spurts over her throat and chest.
Mark groaned, resisting the impulse to collapse and sprawl over her with great difficulty, panting, his eyes clenched shut, shuddering in the aftershocks of his orgasm.
When he opened his eyes, Vaporeon had already shifted, climbing to her feet to stand with her back legs spread, her front almost touching the ground, tail raised high and dripping sex revealed to his hungry gaze. Almost instantly, he felt his slowly softening length harden again, and stared at her tight sex, watching a slow drop of liquid trace down her blue flesh.
"Well are you going to stare or do something about it?" She asked in a seductive tone, giggling slightly as she gave her tail a flick from side-to-side, an alluring movement that stretched her sex slightly with each motion.
Growling to himself instinctively, he leapt at her, his hard canid length driving itself between her tight cunt lips on instinct, slipping deep as they both moaned, Vaporeon lifting a paw and lightly scraping it against the ground in pleasure, arching her back.
Mark panted against her, straining, arching, as he felt her tight sex massage his sensitive length in an unparalleled sensation that quickly had him thrusting deep into her body with short, needy strokes, his paws gripping her tight around the middle, tail swaying.
Moaning loudly, she pushed her hips back against his thrusts, arching and shivering at the feeling of his length spreading her sex wide, slickening liquids spilling from her body as his pink length drove into her repeatedly.
Gasping softly against her blue neck, he humped into her body deep, shuddering and panting, his tongue hanging out as his paws scratched at the grass, feeling something at the base of his shaft, something odd, swelling, and started to drive against her outer lips with each of his thrusts. "w-what's that?!" he asked, groaning softly, unwilling and unable to stop pounding against his vaporeon's body.
"Its your...your knot!" She cried in return, humping her hips back against him with eager, enthusiastic motions, her sex tight around him, seemingly undulating along his length, muscular contractions sending him wild. "You should put it in...god! Just! Shove it into me! Fuck me!" She cried out, arching her back further and lifting her rear, giving him a better angle at her reddened, inflamed sex, which he took eagerly.
Shoving himself against her, as per her request, he growled softly, his teeth sinking harmlessly into the flesh of her neck, holding her in place as he gave her his last few brutal thrusts, eyes widening as she arched and thrashed under him, her sex vicing down on his length as he drove his knot hard against her, sinking it between her cunt lips, her swollen flesh seeming to clamp around it and draw it into her body, the undulating, massaging motions of her sex increasing as hot Vaporeon liquids literally gushed from her sex, washing against his knot, surprisingly large amounts of the liquid dribbling and spurting from her sex to run down both of their thighs.
At another time, he might have wondered if her being a water Pokémon is what made so much of her hot liquids gush out of her body, but the moment her sex tightening and throbed around him, all thoughts brushed from his mind as the sensations filled his head, and he would have pulled out to stop the exquisitely painful feelings flooding his mind, but he was tied with her, stuck, a loud, convulsive howl wrenched from his throat as her gushing sex milked him.
Only a moment of the sensation was all that was needed to make him come, his hot seed gushing out as he arched and humped his hips as best he could, the sensations intensifying and making him almost collapse and black out as his hot seed shot deep up into her body, her milking sex pulling more and more from his length, enticing him to flood her needy sex with his hot liquid, which was eagerly, contentedly supplied
Eventually though, the actions came to a halt, and finally, he cold relax, panting heavily and sagging over her, giving a yelp of surprise as she collapsed, panting happily up at him, a smile on her face.
Mark smiled in return, his breathing hard and heavy, licking down at her face lightly, his eyes fluttering a little as he tried to keep them open. "That was...That...That was just..." He panted, unable to find the right words.
Silencing him with a paw, she smiled again. "I know..." She said, kissing him happily. "This...is what I wanted. I've wanted this for so long..." She murmured.
"I..." He paused a moment, shaking his muzzle. "I...I wanted this as well." He said, nuzzling at her gently. "B-but I'm a human..." He said, seeming to be slightly distressed.
Shushing him again, she giggled slightly, shaking her head. "This is what I was talking about..." She murmured. "You're scared, because you know you're not a Pokémon any more..." she said with a slow smile up at him.
"I guess..." He admitted, and then nuzzled at her lightly, licking her nose. "I...don't know...I don't know what I want. I want to be human...but I want you as well."
Smiling a little, she lifted her paw, quieting him. "Quiet. Let us just enjoy this while it lasts, we'll take care of the other problems when it comes to it." She said firmly.
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Some time later, he awoke, having seperated from Vaporeon while he slept, blinking his eyes open and staring around in bewilderment, not realising where he was at first, but then smiling a little as it all came back to him. He leaned forwards and gave a lick to the forehead of the sleeping Pokémon, to which she awoke with a yawn, peering up at him. "Morning..." She murmured.
"Morning." He said in return, giving her another nuzzle. "I've made my choice." He said, calmly.
"Hmm?" She asked, sitting up suddenly and staring at him intently.
"Well, I've decided that I-" But he was cut off by the sound of sudden footsteps nearby, and a voice, accompanied by a rock Pokémon very quickly streaking towards them.
"Geodude, Tackle!" | FSE |
Title: Best Flight Ever - A Milk Run
Tags: milk, lactation, age difference
Tom was sitting in coach seat 23B, the middle seat. The seats on either side of his were empty, for now. The passengers were streaming onto the plane in that herky-jerky hurry-up-and-wait mambo that is repeated a million times a day on every flight to everywhere. As each passenger approached, Tom silently evaluated them and put them into one of two categories. Either he wouldn't mind if they were in his row or he prayed they would not be. It was an evening flight.
Tom fixed his gaze at the portly businessman in the polyester slacks and too tight golf shirt. Tom's spirits sank as the man stopped at his row and checked his boarding pass, shoved his carry-on into the overhead bin and slid into the aisle seat with a huge sigh. The men nodded at each other. The businessman pulled out his phone, dialed and began a too loud conversation about his upcoming meeting with some subordinate on the other end of the line.
More passengers filed past. Finally, Tom began to think he might have an empty seat to his left. He would slide over to the window seat and distance himself from the coffee/cologne odor of his new seatmate and have a bit of breathing room. Just as Tom was about to unbuckle his seatbelt, he looked up and saw a short, mousy-looking woman trying to get the attention of the jabbering businessman. The aisle seat was apparently hers.
Without breaking stride in his conversation, the chubby businessman stood up and backed away from the row. The woman looked around for a place to stow her carry-on bag. Tom could see there was a space in the bin a row back behind her, but she was looking the wrong way. Knowing he would have to get up anyway, Tom stood.
"There's a spot up here. Let me help you," he said, lifting her small roller-bag up and into the open slot. The woman smiled, not looking directly at Tom and slid along the row, settling into the window seat.
She quietly said, "Thank you." She shifted uncomfortably in the seat. She was wearing a plain brown cloth coat that gave her a formless shape and was clearly too heavy.
Tom sat back down and the businessman plopped beside him, still talking as if he was the only one on board. The woman kept fidgeting and finally began to unbutton the coat and tried to remove it while jammed in the close quarters of the window seat. Tom saw her struggling and he pushed up the arm rest between them to give her a bit more room. She managed to get the coat off and laid it across her lap. Only then did Tom notice that this woman had a sweet, soft face. Her skin was pale and her mop of curly hair was partially covering her expression of consternation.
"Everything ok?" Tom asked. She seemed to be almost in pain. He was concerned out of kindness, but also because he wanted to have a quiet flight. A sick or agitated seatmate would not be a good thing.
The woman sighed and almost grunted, "Yes. I'm fine. I'm...just a little uncomfortable. I'm warm." With that she shoved the coat from her lap to underneath the seat in front of her. As she sat back, relieved, Tom noticed that the woman appeared to have an expansive chest. It was hard to tell from where he was sitting, but Tom perceived this woman had a very top-heavy figure.
The flight took off on time and was mostly uneventful. A couple of times, during mild turbulence, Tom stole a glance to see if the woman's chest was bouncing. It was, a little. But it was hard to tell as the woman was wearing a big sweater that seemed to be padded. Tom thought it looked strange, but being something of a "tit man" he was a little excited nonetheless. The flight landed in Baltimore, but was continuing on to Florida. The businessman got off and there was a quiet few minutes before the next load of passengers would board. Tom turned to the woman. For the first time, he saw she was quite pretty.
"On to Florida?" he asked.
"Yes, if I make it," she replied.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Tom asked. He could see she was really agitated.
"Well, I understand they are having bad weather. And I really need to...get somewhere," she said cryptically.
Tom was going to ask her what she meant, but an announcement came over the speaker that the flight to Florida had been cancelled. All flights to Florida would be cancelled until the following day due to a large weather system. Tom reached for his Smartphone to book a room. He knew the few rooms near the airport would fill up fast. Practiced fingers knew this routine and he had the numbers stored to quickly secure one of the last rooms near the airport.
The woman watched him get his room. He looked up at her and offered his phone so she could do likewise. She told him she wasn't sure what to do. Tom offered to find her a room. He quickly searched, but found there were no rooms nearby. When he told her this, she broke down crying.
Tom was a little shocked. It wasn't such bad news. She could find a room downtown, he suggested. She stifled her tears and looked him in the eyes.
"My name is Marcia Livingstone. I'm a single mom. I left my little girl back in New York with my mom."
She whispered the next part, "I left her with a bunch of bottles of my milk. And I have to get somewhere soon to pump myself. It is an emergency. Do you understand?" She sobbed again.
"Sure, I understand. I'm a dad. My kids are grown, but I remember those days. Come with me. Use my room and then we'll get you a cab to a room downtown."
Marcia couldn't believe how understanding this man was being. He assured her that his generous offer was for real. She was so desperate that she decided to trust him and they grabbed their luggage, found a cab and were soon in a comfortable room in the airport Marriott.
Tom got out of Marcia's way. She pulled a contraption from her bag and tore into the bathroom. As Tom unpacked and tried not to dwell on the fact that a strange woman was pumping breast milk in his bathroom, he heard the low hum of what he presumed was the pump's motor. It seemed to take a long time. He was settled in and had the TV on, when Marcia finally emerged. Her sweater was not fully pulled down and she looked flustered.
"Emergency over?" he asked hopefully.
"Not really. This stupid pump doesn't work as good as the one I have at home. It's a little better, but..." Her voice trailed off.
"Hey, tell me what's wrong and maybe we can fix it."
"There's nothing to fix. Look, I am trying to raise my baby naturally. I breastfeed. OK? I'm a fanatic. Alright? I am constantly pumping milk and freezing it and I feel like a fucking cow sometime with these huge ugly udders. To prepare for this trip I went into overtime production," she laughed ironically.
Tom was taking all this in. He was fascinated by this woman. She was obviously upset. But what was he supposed to do?
She continued, "My mother has a freezer full of milk to cover my time away. But my breasts are in full production mode. And now I can't make the pump work. In another hour, I am going to be in pain like I was on that plane."
Tom examined the pump; the plastic was cracked and loose. He couldn't make it work. At 51, he was long past this kind of thing. His ex-wife hadn't been a fanatic about breastfeeding their kids. He remembered how he happily watched her breasts grow during her pregnancy from a b-cup to a d-cup, and a full d-cup at that. Her pale aureoles became dark, defined circles and her nipples, that were barely there before, grew and darkened until they were like pencil erasers, perpetually upright. He enjoyed that time long ago. He hadn't thought about it in years. But the thoughts and feeling were back now.
Marcia was exasperated. "Here. Need any milk?" She held the little collection bottle up. It contained a cupful of pale, watery, white liquid sloshing around. She laughed a defeated laugh.
"What would you do if I drank it down?" Tom asked, out of nowhere. "What if I told you I was a fanatic too? Look, I don't want to get creepy here, but you are in my room and asking for my help, so here goes. I'm a divorced man. I don't have a girlfriend because I travel too much. But I like women. Love 'em. And I am particularly attracted to shapely women, women who look like women, not these stick-thin, aerobi-sized model types."
Tom could see Marcia listening earnestly. She was not put off by Tom's honesty.
"I am a man who likes big boobs. There, I said it. I noticed you were my type when you sat down on the plane, but I tried not to be a creep and gawk or come on to you, because you are so much younger and what would you want with an older guy like me? Frankly, I'd be happy to help you. You tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. But I'm not made of wood. I'm warning you I may enjoy it. I won't do anything you don't ask me to. I don't need you screaming rape. But..."
Tom's voice softened, "I would like to help you."
Marcia and Tom looked at each other for a long time. He wasn't sure if she would run out the door. She was considering letting this stranger become very intimate with her in a way she had never done with anyone else. Just then she felt her milk "let down" and her big breasts seemed to engorge. She breathed in and she could feel the massive weight pulling at her chest. The tightness of her breasts stretched the skin. She had to do something.
She reached down for the hem of the sweater and lifted up over her head and removed it. She was wearing a very large, very heavy bra. Tom had never seen anything like it. Marcia was 31. She was of average build, except for her huge boobs. She had a little belly, not much. And she filled her slacks comfortably. Marcia reached into the top of each huge cup and removed a square cotton pad from each. The pads were soaking wet. She held them in her hand and a drop of warm milk dripped from it.
"Do you want this?" she held the plastic bottle up.
Tom took a step forward and took the bottle from her hand. He raised it to him lips. He could smell the long-forgotten aroma of mother's milk. He could smell Marcia's perfume, or was it Marcia herself? He sipped and then drank down the sweet, warm liquid. A drop found the corner of his mouth and dribbled down his chin. Marcia raised a finger to catch the drop. Tom took her hand gently and licked the drop from her finger. Tom took the two cotton pads from Marcia's hand and sucked the wetness from each. Marcia moved an armless chair from the little table toward the side of the bed. She positioned herself up against the bed and leaned back in the chair. She reached down to the front of the bra's left cup and undid the flap and pulled it back exposing a purplish-pink nipple dangling a white droplet of milk. She looked at Tom. He put down the cotton pads and lay down on the bed. He moved until his head was in Marcia's lap. She reached down to cradle his head. Her fingers ran through his thinning salt and pepper hair and across the thin spot on top. She held his head so his lips could find the finger-thick teat. Tom's tongue reached out to capture the leaking drop, sweeter and warmer than the milk in the bottle or the cotton pads. His lips instinctively suckled at the nipple and he began to feel the warm mother's milk flow into his mouth. He let it fill his mouth and he swallowed. It felt so good, so comforting. He eagerly sucked and Marcia stroked his head with one hand and gently held and squeezed her enormous breast through the heavy bra with the other. Time drifted by.
After a long while, Marcia pulled gently away and undid the flap on the other cup. The nipple was dripping with milk. The cup was wet with it. She moved Tom's head over and he suckled again, eagerly. Tom relieved the pressure in Marcia's breasts. He could feel the warmth coming from her. He breathed in her essence. He had never felt as close to anyone. He was so totally relaxed. He had almost no conscious thoughts. As the milk's flow eased and stopped, he slowly became aware again. It has been like a dream. He looked up at Marcia, whose eyes had been closed. She looked so beautiful, radiant even. He became aware that she had moved the hand that had cradled and positioned his head down to between her legs. She had been lazily stroking a finger along her crotch, outside her slacks throughout the time he had been suckling.
Tom pulled in a deep breath. The reality of what they had been doing hit him and he became aroused. He could feel his cock thickening and lengthening in his pants. He slowly moved his hand down to where Marcia's was and rubbed her warm crotch. Marcia opened her eyes and moaned quietly at his touch. Her hips moved slowly against the pressure of his hand. She reached over and placed her hand on the now-obvious bulge in Tom's pants. His cock felt large and warm. She skillfully undid his pants and freed his large, rock-hard cock. It had been a while since Marcia had been with a man and she was very excited to feel a thick, hard cock in her hand. She stroked it slowly with a firm grip. She could see a drop of clear pre-come form at the tip and run down the smooth mushroom head. She rubbed her fingertip in the wetness and then used it to rub the sensitive underside of Tom's cock.
The two of them felt their arousal building and Marcia shifted to the bed, unclasped and shrugged out of her big, harness-like bra. She was soon nude. Tom waste no time in stripping off his clothes and they were locked together under a sheet on the large bed. Their mouths were hungry for each other. Marcia could taste her milk on Tom's lips and tongue. Tom plunged his tongue into her eagerly sucking mouth. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies. After a minute or two of this initial embrace and release of passion, they moved so Tom's hands had access to Marcia's huge tits and warm, wet pussy and Marcia's could massage Tom's rampant cock, heavy balls and ass. Tom firmly massaged the large pliant orbs. Tiny white droplets still appeared at the tips of her nipples. He kissed each fleshy globe and sucked each large nipple and kissed down to her belly and lower to her warm, fragrant mound. The tawny wisps of her pubic hair felt so good on his face.
Marcia shifted as Tom moved so she could get her lips on his cockhead. She kissed it and felt the slippery pre-come. She parted her lips and let the smooth head slide into her mouth. Her tongue danced around it as her mouth watered. She twisted her head and took in more of his length. She began a rhythm of pleasure, pumping the shaft with one hand and her mouth. Her grip rotated as her mouth did. The sensation was better than anything Tom could remember. She was skilled and passionate. Her ragged breathing betrayed her naked arousal. This was a bitch in heat, needing to feel a cock filling her, but wanting to give her lover pleasure even more.
Tom licked lightly across her nest of hair and felt the pouting lips beneath. Marcia opened her legs and Tom's lips found her pouting pussylips in a divine kiss. Her pussy seemed to open to his touch. Marcia had large, meaty pussylips that were engorged with lust. Tom sucked them into his mouth, his tongue tracing the crease between them, savoring the taste, so different from the sweetness of her milk, but so primal and arousing. His tongue moved up finding Marcia's stiff clitoris. It was large too and his tongue flicked it playfully before his lips sucked it in. He opened his mouth a bit and consumed her lips and clit and worked the delicate, sensitive flesh in a way that drove Marcia to her first orgasm in many weeks. Tom held her asscheeks to keep her from squirming away, but did not intensify his mouth's pressure for fear of overwhelming the younger woman. Marcia's hips twisted and bucked. She reached down to hold Tom's head and grind her pussy into it. As she did so, she pushed down on Tom's cock, engulfing most of it. Its head pressed against the back of her mouth, pushing into her throat. She strained to open her throat to accept it all. Her passion overcame her gag reflex and she felt Tom's pubic hair brush her lips. She pumped her mouth deliberately up and down his shaft. Her throat was making wet, gulping noises and she was grunting with an instinctive passion. She cradled Tom's balls and squeezed them softly. She wanted the cum that they held.
She pulled off of Tom's cock. A thick string of clear viscous liquid connected her lips to his cockhead. She turned around to straddle Tom's hips. Tom rolled back and grasped his cock at the base. He rubbed the large head along Marcia's thick pussylips. He loved how large they were and how they felt, so smooth and warm. Marcia pushed her weight down when Tom's cockhead was at her cunt's opening. She lowered her tight pussy onto the thick shaft. She exploded in her second mind-rending orgasm. She seemed to spasm and jerk like a rag doll on his cock. Tom felt the tight velvet vice engulf his cock to the base. Her wetness dripped down his balls and to his asshole. He knew he could not take much of this without exploding. Marcia settled onto him, his full length buried in her. She leaned forward and her enormous tits swung into Tom's face.
"Suck on Mommy's tits," she purred.
Tom's mouth fastened onto one huge nipple and he sucked and chewed on it. Marcia shuddered again. Toms' hands were filled with her voluminous tit-flesh. He kneaded them, feeling her milk drip and squirt on his hands and chest and face. He buried his face between the massive tits and felt the warm comfort. Marcia moaned deeply and began to ride his cock expertly. She was in control now. Her hips twisted and she flexed her inner muscles. She was milking Tom's rock-hard cock now.
Tom had wanted to roll this wild woman over onto her back and take over. He had thought about fucking her "like a man", from on top. But he gave in to this now-wild woman's control. He looked up and saw her wild hair draped down. Her face was a mask of lust and desire. Those giant, round jugs were like nothing he had ever dreamed of. They were so full and round. They hung down and swung and swayed and dripped sweet mother's milk from huge, engorged nipples that were so dark on their large, purplish-pink aureole. They looked so amazing against the alabaster white of her breast flesh. And the gripping, pulsing, and stroking of her pussy was beyond belief. The squishing noise of her repeated pumping of it up and down the thick hardness was out of this world. Tom gave himself up to the tidal wave of erotic pleasure. He felt his balls tighten and he was transported.
Marcia was like a wild animal as she fucked this man. If she had not been so beyond aroused, the thick cock would have caused her blinding pain being jammed in her tight pussy. But she was crazed with passion and it was bringing her to the edge of another climax. She felt Tom's muscles tighten. The head of his cock throbbed and expanded inside her. As she felt jet after jet of his cum explode inside her, she felt her clit that had been grinding against him explode. Her pussy convulsed again and again. Wetness gushed from her cunt with loud, squishy noises. Her breasts were overtaken with a wave of warmth that spread over her whole body in a way she had never known before. She screamed an animal scream into Tom's mouth as his hips bucked and slammed up into her. The mutual paroxysm seemed to last forever.
Finally, she collapsed onto Tom. She rolled them onto their sides, but they remained locked together. A long time passed as they each slowly recovered from the explosive journey they had been on. Marcia would not need a cab to a downtown hotel. Tom would not spend another night alone. Tomorrow they would be seatmates on a flight to Florida. And they would be together for a long time after that. And they still had the rest of tonight... | literotica |
Title: A Almost Perfect Awakening Ch. 51
Tags: loses virginity, finger lynn, time carly, sit lap, small circles, carly, penis inside, making feel, lynn, still felt
*A thousand thanks to Bob in Illinois for his silent contributions.
FOREWORD
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.
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Chapter 51: Carly Loses Her Virginity, Again
Lynn smiled at all of us before saying, "I'd say two of us are feeling a lot better." Her remark drew laughter. "Unless anyone has a problem with this idea, I think we should quit the game for now. Instead, I suggest everyone gets a wish, whatever pops into our head happens...like 'magic.' To be fair, those of us that haven't just gotten their rocks off get to use their wish first...if they choose to. OK with everyone?" Four heads nodded their agreement to Lynn's proposal.
Smiling, Lynn continued, "I'm ready for my wish. Carly, would you like to see your brother make love to me; see him come inside me?"
"Oh, yes! I'd like very much to see that!" Carly groaned, and it sounded very sincere to me.
Lynn moved beside me. She lay on her back so her pussy was pointed straight at Carly, guaranteeing my sister a great view of Lynn getting a good screwing. Reaching for a throw pillow, I placed it under Lynn's head.
Even as I lay down beside Lynn, we were both ready to explode. An intense make out session was our starting point; then we got serious. While I played with Lynn's breasts and butt, her hands roamed the same parts of my body, but soon we were both busy fondling our lover's genitals.
Lynn had rolled onto her side, then swung her left leg over my right one. In no time, Lynn was running my well-lubricated glans up and down her slit. My right hand returned to her butt, I pulled her towards me; she positioned my cock for penetration. The moment I felt myself an inch inside her, I rolled Lynn onto her back so I could mount her.
Slowly my penis sank into Lynn 'til my crown's little lips kissed her cervix. For the next minute, I held myself in that position while Lynn rotated her hips. Lord, how I enjoyed feeling my shaft twisting within her depths. Yet as wonderful as holding still felt, powerful instincts forced my body to begin thrusting in and out! I needed to come! Lynn needed to come! Our bodies were more than primed; we were completely ready for each other.
As if my hips were connected to an electric motor, they steadily rose and fell. Each piston-like stroke fully exposed my shaft to our audience, who then saw my penis push completely back into the puffy, pink, fleshy ring that Lynn's vaginal lips formed around me. They also saw our combined fluids pulled from her depths by my swollen flange.
My scrotum became a tight little sac beneath my cock as my semen was moved into position to fire into my lover's body. Her hips were rising forcefully up to meet my every stroke. Her vaginal grip on my shaft grew noticeably tighter. Lynn grabbed my head, our kissing continued deeply and passionately. By now I felt the tingling that both warned and promised that I'd soon be pumping sperm into my lovely Lynn.
Even as the sensations began to pile up like water behind a damn, I fought to hold it back. I held it. I resisted. I was teetering...right on the edge! I threw my head back, "Oh, Dear, God!" My rhythm changed to a pounding "bang, bang, bang" that matched my eruptions. Lynn climaxed the instant she felt the first hot stream of semen splash into her womb.
As hard as our groins pounded together, it's amazing that we both felt pleasure instead of pain. A thin milky white froth was soon leaking from her vagina for the others to see. Lynn hooked her feet behind me; she screwed her pussy around my shaft, affording us still greater pleasure.
Surely I must have run out of sperm, but it felt like I was still pumping semen into her body. Her vaginal contractions felt so perfect that my body was compelled to fully empty its load into her most welcoming receptacle.
When Lynn finally went limp, I remained hard enough, and aroused enough, to pump in and out of her for a minute longer. When I finally gave out, I lay peacefully atop Lynn. As we kissed, I heard my little Munchkin say a simple "Wow..."
Jimmy's voice was a little shaky, I suspected from lust induced arousal. "Carly, my wish is for you to sit on my lap. Would you like to?"
Silently Carly stood; her voice shook when she spoke. "Jimmy, do you understand what you're asking would be something... special?"
Showing an expression that was half lust and half longing, Jim replied. "I'd be so proud to be your...I think you're so beautiful, and I'll be 'gentle as a lamb.' I've had a crush on you for the longest time, Carly."
Clearly Jimmy had both surprised and touched my sister, judging by her expression. "Jim, I'd love to sit on your lap, just excuse me a minute, I'll be right back. I just need a quick sip of water."
Carly bolted for the kitchen. I heard the tap run for a few seconds, stop, then suddenly Munchkin was back with the group.
Wiped or not, I rolled off of Lynn so we could both watch what was about to happen. Carly strode the few steps necessary to reach Jim, who'd leaned back against the sofa with his legs straight out in front of him. Stepping one of her feet over his legs, Munchkin's pussy was mere inches from Jimmy's face. Taking the hint, Jim dove into my sister's slit. Soon he was eating her with pure gusto. Carly's head lolled back; she wore a dreamy expression, indicating to me that Jim was hitting spots that were exceedingly pleasing for her.
Minutes later...with her pussy all bright, pink, and slippery, Carly proceeded to lower herself. Once on her knees, she offered her nipples for Jim to nurse on (which he did with obvious enthusiasm). As he suckled her, Carly wrapped her fingers around Jim's swollen, pulsating penis. Looking down, studying the warm pleasure-giving instrument within her grip, she pumped it several times, then spread his clear, slippery fluid until his erection was nicely oiled. By shifting her hips, Carly was able to swish his tip within her slit. She was so wet we could hear squishy sounds as she readied herself for penetration.
Jim spent a minute or two sucking on each breast, fondling whichever teat wasn't being nursed. His free hand had been running all over Carly's body, but now it was massaging the area around her clit.
"Kiss me." I heard Carly whisper. Jim released a swollen nipple, their lips met, nibbled, and kissed. Mouths opened, tongues began to fence.
"Glad you know how to be gentle with me." Carly cooed. What a terrific little actress! Using her big doe eyes on Jimmy, she looked as innocent as "Bambi." Carly settled ever so slowly onto Jim's penis. She worked her hips in small circles in addition to a slow up and down motion. Little by little Jim was disappearing into Carly.
The flexing and bobbing of Munchkin's ass seemed like the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Much to my great surprise, I was actually becoming steely hard again!
Knowing Beth would understand my renewed lust; I asked her if she'd like to sit on MY lap (particularly since she still hadn't felt a penis inside her yet this evening). Smiling like the cat that ate the canary, she positioned herself over my reawakened cock. I couldn't take my eyes off Carly's butt. Actually seeing a penis worming into my sister's body...seeing it between her "oh so sweet cheeks," caused lava-like heat to flow through my veins.
Any hooker would've been proud of the seductive sway Beth's hips exhibited as she approached me. Rubbing her pussy across my face on her way down, Beth sank all the way down onto my shaft. My deep sigh could probably have been heard a mile away.
When I overheard Carly say, "You can come inside me, I want to feel everything my first time." that evoked a huge moan from both Jim and me. Without warning her, I 'attacked' Beth's long nipples, dining on her pulchritude. I couldn't get enough of either teat into my mouth. My hands grabbed her butt; I savored the sensations I felt as her buttocks flexed while riding me.
Beth must have been intentionally squeezing my cock. Each time she landed, it felt like two hands grabbing a baseball bat. As always, she made me feel phenomenal.
I whispered in her ear, "Beth, Angel, I hope I'm making you feel as good as you're making me feel. You're an incredible lover."
"No one makes me come any better than you do, Sweetie!" she whispered back. Adding an angel soft kiss on my ear, Beth definitely gave my embedded penis a hug with her vagina to emphasize the point. Life was so, so good.
Unable to stop myself, I looked back at Carly, she was moving up and down on Jimmy very slowly. They both had their eyes closed, wearing dreamy expressions.
Beth spoke softly into my ear. "Looks like they're going to take their time. Since it's my wish, and I don't think you'll mind waving you're sexy balls in Lynn's face, I want you to do me doggy while I eat Lynn. This might last a while, so I don't want her left out."
My hugging Beth extra-tight let her know I agreed.
Beth wiggled a finger for Lynn to come over. Quietly she drawled, "Here's my wish; I want you to 69 with me while Larry does me like a dawggy."
The girls shared a French kiss that raised their pulse rate a few beats. Lynn then lay on her back, legs wide, knees up. As Beth got into position, she purred at me, "Now you can watch your baby sister ride Jimmy. You come any time you need to Sweetie. If your 'coming' doesn't get me off, Lynn will finish me! Right big sister?"
Lynn munched on Beth's clit in answer to her question. Beth groaned... but not for the last time that night. Lynn guided my penis into her mouth. Following a few mind-blowing slurps, she stuffed me into her sister's warm pussy. I set a nice steady in and out rhythm that I hoped I could maintain long enough to send Beth into orbit. It wouldn't be easy though. It was exciting as hell...feeling Lynn eat the pussy I was screwing.
Not enough to get a guy off? Then add in all this:
\* The air was filled with wonderful, wet sounds of sex.
\* The scent of aroused women filled my nostrils.
\* Looking down I'd see my penis through the crack between Beth's firm cheeks as it thrust in and out of her amazing body.
\* Looking up, I'd see Jim's shaft moving between Carly's "super-sexy" cheeks.
...All in all, 'Totally mind blowing!!!'
Lynn would fondle my balls or my butt part of the time. More than once our fingers caressed as we both toyed with Beth's breasts. Thinking Beth would love it if I pulled out all the stops, I let a drop of spit fall onto her pink anus. I began running my fingertip around her tight rosebud. She seemed to purr, but it was hard to tell because her head was still buried in Lynn's muff. The very tight circling by my fingertip began to open her up just enough that I knew I could slip my finger into her. Very carefully, I wormed my fingertip into her cute little 'pucker.' After a minute, I was in her up to my first little knuckle.
Pulling out, I spit again. This time I wormed my finger into her anus up to my second knuckle. That got a definite moan from Beth. She felt warm and tight; I made small circles with my finger, which Beth seemed to enjoy. I could see her breathing change. Carly and Jim were seriously starting to writhe, Beth was moving like a cat in heat. Lynn's tongue licked my shaft occasionally as I pumped within Beth.
Catching me off guard, Lynn suddenly exploded. Beth had apparently "tripped her trigger!" Lynn's bucking hips had Beth's head jumping like a flea on a red-hot griddle. My penis felt Beth was getting ready to come any time now.
Carly chose that moment to emit a long groan from deep in her gut. My eyes darted to her ass. She and Jim were coming beyond a doubt. Carly was flinging her butt every which way. Jim frantically stabbed himself into her tight pussy.
Beth came. She pushed her hips back at me. They fluttered under the triple treat she was getting from my penis, my finger, and Lynn's mouth on her clit.
That did it for me! I felt my balls sending whatever they could into sweet, Beth's body. I don't know if even a drop actually came out of me, but it felt as if I'd pumped a 'pint' into her steamy depths. I was rewarded by spasm after spasm of pure joy as my organ fulfilled nature's grand design. My penis was inside a beautiful girl; it tried as hard as it could, for as long as it could, to pump sperm into her. Beth's soft interior stroked my tender shaft for every drop I could give, and I gave...oh so willingly! I slumped on my side, exhausted, but blissful.
Jim and Munchkin lay in a happy heap. Beth, Lynn, and I formed our own merry mound. All of us were wiped out. The girls made a sandwich around me that was as cozy as a mother's womb. We ended up doing some three-way kissing that was delightfully beyond expression.
Reaching between her legs with her left hand to remove Jim's fading erection, Carly secretly wiped the few drops of ketchup she'd palmed during her trip to the kitchen onto his shaft. As she did, Carly smiled to herself, thinking, "Hey, no reason sweet Jimmy can't feel a warm glow for the rest of his life remembering the night he...got my cherry!"
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Title: Sweet Dreams by Neiko
Tags: Human, M/M, No-Yiff, Wolf
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Chapter 9 - Sweet Dreams
Slowly, my body stirs, and I awaken from a deep sleep. I can only see darkness around me, which frightens me at first, but a vision before my eyes soon has me feeling something rather different.
Crvesh, in all his splendor, stands above me, looking down upon me with the same deep green eyes as he always had. I stand quickly, feeling dizzy for a moment, but the moment I feel myself losing my balance, those warm, loving arms surround me, and hold me close. Tears flow freely from my eyes, as I hold myself close to him, wondering how on earth I've been given the opportunity to be with my Mazuku again.
Just faintly, I hear his voice speak into my ear. "Xavier... I am sorry to make this short, but I have little time." He draws back from the embrace, and looks down into my eyes, holding my attention. Softly, he speaks again. "You must not accuse Hret of killing me any longer. It was not he who betrayed me."
I look at him, quite muddled by his words. I can realize now that I'm not actually awake at all. It must be a dream, though this one is quite a bit more realistic than any other I've ever had. "But Crvesh, I saw him there... he was the one who... who..."
My intimate friend's warm voice breaks my thoughts. "What you saw and the reality of the situation are two very different things. My friend was not of his own mind that night. He was being manipulated."
"But by who?" I ask hastily, "Is there a chance it could happen again?"
His smile calms me, "No, remember the magic you worked against him, after I had been stabbed. It broke the chains his captor had on him. But there is something more important than all of that. I need you to listen very carefully to me now..."
His face turns serious, or at least, serious as far as I can tell. His voice confirms this, solemn in tone. "I had spoken to you very briefly of the story of the twins separated at birth. I had thought it was us, because of our special link, because of our bond, but something now tells me I was wrong." He just stares into my eyes for a few moments, then continues. "The twins who were separated each possessed special magic, unique to themselves alone. While your control of the powers of light are unique, my fire is not. But with Hret, it makes perfect sense. His darkness and your light are opposites, each unique. It must have been destiny for me to die, so that you would end up with him."
He looks away, seeming to be almost devastated after saying that. I can relate, hearing him speak of his own death in such a way. "I do not wish for you to forget me, Xavier. I loved you a great deal, the short time we had together. But you must move on." His voice seems to falter a moment, then he clears his throat, and continues again, as strongly as ever. "I do not know what will happen between you and Hret. But I know that you both must overcome your hatred of each other if you are to meet your destinies."
A soft smile appears on his face. "You know, you saved me from more than one prison. All my life I lived by my society's rules, always wanting to do what my people felt best. You helped me to set myself free of all that, in a way that none of my own kind ever could. I will never forget the last few days I spent with you. They meant so much to me."
His ears seem to flick, in response to something I haven't heard. "I must go soon. I have stayed here too long already. You will not see me again, but I hope this last time will ease your mind."
With that, he draws me near, and I swear I can hear the beating of his heart again. It calms me completely. "Crvesh... I'll never forget you." As I finish speaking, the warmth around me fades, and soon I feel nothing. The darkness surrounds me again, and realization soon sets in. That was the last thing I'd ever get to experience with Crvesh...
I shoot up from the ground where I'd been sleeping, the warmth of the fire I remember almost completely gone, only embers twinkling in the darkness of the small room I'd made just yesterday. I hold my hand out, creating a small ball of light, enough to see and get my bearings. Hret still lays where he had been the night before, opposite me with respect to the fire. I still find it hard to accept some of the things Crvesh had said. That Hret and I are meant to be together? It seems completely preposterous as things look now. I still can't even believe that Hret isn't at fault for Crvesh's death, though hearing it from Crvesh's own lips does mean something.
Suddenly, the sleeping form opposite me awakens with a start, shooting up to a sitting position faster than I'd thought possible of any being. Hret's breath is deep and fast, and it seems as though he's awoken from a rather intense dream, much like I had.
I brighten the orb of light in my hand a bit, and let it float upwards, lighting the entire room instead of just the area near me. I begin to speak hoarsely, still groggy from sleep. "Did you have a nightmare or something?" I ask, trying to at least sound civil, though the thought disgusts me right now. If there's even the slightest chance it was really Crvesh in that dream, I'd prefer to at least attempt to carry out his wishes.
The wolf looks over at me as though I've hit my head on something, and am babbling incoherently. "Since when do you care?" He says, also hoarsely. I deserve that, I suppose. Then, suddenly, his eyes close and he shakes his head slowly, "I apologize, that was harsh. I just... don't want to talk about it."
That said, Hret stands, and walks to the exit, heading outside without any word of where he intends to go. I figure he's just going to empty his bladder, realizing that my own is uncomfortably full. I rise slowly, in a daze for a moment as I fight to join the waking world, then slowly shuffle for the exit.
Outside, dusk is just beginning. The sun's last rays peek above the horizon, about to be extinguished and give way to the night. I see Hret a few meters away, indeed relieving himself on the side of a tree. Unlike many of the Mazuku, he wears a small amount of clothing. Nothing really concealing, just a belt around his waist to hold his dagger and its sheath. Looking down, I realize how comfortable I've become with nudity, barely blushing as I stand in the middle of some wide-opened forest, emptying my bladder into the grass. Yet, things are different here. The ground is covered in sticks and foliage, which agitate the bottoms of my bare feet. The forest floor back in that magical forest had been all lush grass. Those Mazuku seem to have feet built for this real world kind of ground, ironically enough, while we humans would fare much better in one of their magical environments.
As I finish urinating, I hear a twig snap behind me, and turn quickly, a frightened look in my eyes. Hret stands there, trying his best not to laugh at me as he sees my expression, shaking his head. "Afraid that wolf was back from yesterday?"
His grinning face seems so much more light-hearted than I'm used to seeing him. It honestly catches me by surprise, though I manage to stagger out a response. "Er... no... of..of course not. Just being cautious, that's all."
I can tell by the look on his face that he doesn't believe me, but it doesn't seem all that important. He is right, after all. Humans may be hunters when they have tools, but the tables turn when intellect is no longer a potent weapon.
Hret opens the doorway with his mind, looking into it with a suddenly forlorn expression. "We need to talk. Come inside." He walks into the entrance, and so do I, the door vanishing behind us, hidden from any danger seeking us.
As we sit down again, and I renew the orb of light, I begin to wonder what Hret wishes to talk about, after he had brushed me off so hurriedly before. He doesn't give me much time to ponder, speaking soon after he sits down on the ground again. "Xavier," he begins, "I think I need to explain a few things. I've noticed the way you act around me. You hate that we have to share this small space together. I'm sure if you could you would remain on the opposite end of the earth from me at all times. Well I can't change that. How you feel is how you feel. There's some good reasons for it anyway."
He pauses for a few moments, seeming to ponder those words. I can almost sense the sadness welling inside him, but the emotion quickly fades from his face. He seems to be so emotionless all the time. My attention returns to him as his voice sounds again. "But my hatred... the reason all this took place. It's not directed only at you... but at the entirety of the human race. My whole life I was taught about them, how they live outside nature, how they strive to work against it. But that alone would not have generated this extreme hatred."
I feel a bit intrigued by his words, perhaps seeing him as more than just a cold-blooded killer for the first time. He continues, more conviction in his voice. "No, so many other things happened because of you humans. All we wanted to do was to escape the captivity of our forest home, and live our lives quietly in a real environment. But you humans never gave us a chance. You attacked our village, murdered my parents, and kidnaped Crvesh. And after all of this, who returns with my Crvesh but a human. And even though you'd saved him from his captivity, you'd stolen him from me. It was at that moment that I felt the most powerful and driving hatred for you humans. My whole life was stolen away by you. When I saw you with Crvesh, I couldn't stand it any longer."
He looks at me directly in the eyes then. His expression is solemn and focused. "I wasn't in Crvesh's room against my will. I went there with the purpose of killing you. Of beginning my revenge on your whole race. But..." Suddenly, I can see the focus leave his face, a new expression, something like sadness, filling his eyes. "I hesitated. I had thought all along that you had found some way to bewitch Crvesh into loving you. But I hadn't stopped to think. I'd always believed humans had no magic, and were therefore forsaken from the world, and unworthy of life. But this left my mind so confused. Either humans do have magic, and you used it to bewitch my Crvesh... or they don't, and he really did love you. I think my master sensed my uncertainty, and decided to take to the task personally, if in a roundabout way..."
I furrow my brows curiously as he mentions a 'master'. He'd never made note of it before. "Who's this master you're talking about? The one who controlled you."
He looks at me, then away, speaking just loud enough for me to hear. "Oh... I... suppose I should call him Grom now. He is no longer my master, not after this. He is the next in line to become the village elder. He'd been taking care of me... since Crvesh disappeared."
With that, he looks away. I can tell he's hiding something, but I know I can't convince him to talk about it right now. Especially after he discussed his absolute hate for humans. Still, I decide that I can't let the conversation die there. We'd just started opening up to each other. And Crvesh had told me to give him a chance. "Well, you should know..." I begin. It gets his attention, his head turning back in my direction, and I continue. "I had a dream about Crvesh last night."
With a sudden jump he lets out a loud, indistinguishable sound. I can only assume it's a word his kind use when they are surprised. It's not long before he speaks. "He visited you as well?"
Now I'm the one taken by surprise. Two simple words had completely caught me off guard. 'As well', he'd said, clearly stating he'd had a dream about Crvesh also. Though his wording seems a bit confusing to me. "What do you mean, visited? I don't understand."
Hret calms down, and speaks again more slowly. "All beings worthy of magic have a soul. A spirit within them, given to them by the earth. Since I now realize you humans must have them, perhaps you'll recognize some of what I speak of. If a being that leaves this world had some strong purpose to complete, yet was unable to finish it, the earth may grant that soul a chance to rectify things. Crvesh must have felt he left behind a horrible task to contact both of us..." He gasps a bit, looking at me. "That means you know."
I look at him strangely. "Know what?"
His expression becomes quite ponderous. "Crvesh must have told you the story of the twins."
I nod to him, "Yes, he told me. He said..." I sigh softly. "...well, in my dream... he said that he thought the reincarnation of the twins is actually in the two of us."
With a nod in reply, Hret continues. "It certainly seems that way to me. My darkness and your light... and our ability to create any magic through touch. Even if any of our two races could come together and wield magic like this, I'm certain that we're the only two who know about it." He stops a moment, letting out the faintest of sighs. "But there are places where the legend does not match up. The twins were supposed to feel the deepest of love between one another. The two of us can barely stand being in each other's presence. The only thing holding us together is Crvesh and his wishes. It's like he's still here, acting as mediator between the two of us."
He finishes speaking, and for a while, I let what he said soak in. It does seem that our powers match up with the legend perfectly. But the way we feel toward one another is completely opposite. I shake my head, none of this is making much sense, and I'm feeling pretty drained from everything that's happened. I speak softly, "Where should we go now?"
He looks up at me, then shakes his head and looks down again. "How should I know? We're in your world, after all. I don't know a whole lot about it."
Despite his point, I don't have a good direction to go in at the moment. "Well I'm not sure either. I don't know where we are, or what the situation is outside. I've probably got every military organization in existence out looking for me, and the others from my own group probably think I'm dead."
While I sit there, wracking my brain, Hret speaks up suddenly. "Wait, your group? What group?"
I sigh softly before responding. "You didn't think I could have saved Crvesh alone, did you? It's a rather secretive organization. The members were all against the attack on your people's village a month and a half ago. Our government reacted by arresting anyone who showed signs of resistance. But by that time, most of us knew each other. We'd taken to keeping in touch with one another, discussing different ways we might counteract what our government was doing. When it was reported about a week later that one of you had been captured, and was being held in one of the nation's highest security prisons, we all got together, and decided to do something about it."
I pause for a second, to allow him to ask questions, and to catch my breath. He seemed only interested in hearing more, so I continued shortly after.
"A few of our wealthier members donated quite a large amount of money to the cause. There were also a few that had the right connections to get the weapons and technology we'd need.
"What I was to them was an insider. I used to work in the facility they were holding Crvesh in. I was, of course, discharged after blatantly going against the government's stand on your kind. But I knew the facility. Every inch of it, in fact. I was part of the security team when I was employed there."
Hret interrupts me now. "That's why you were chosen to go in and rescue Crvesh. But things didn't go the way you'd planned."
I continue after his interjection. "No, they didn't. I never spent much time inside the facility, most of my work was done using schematics and blueprints. I thought I knew everything about the place. When I set off an alarm opening his door, I escaped into the sewer system. But I took a wrong turn somewhere. I guess they discovered how I'd tried to escape, because they opened up the floodgates in the sewers. Crvesh got out just before the water hit me, and I fell into the ocean. After that, he watched over me until we got back to the forest your people live in."
Now knowing the whole story, Hret straightened up a bit. "So there are humans who do not wish us dead. I suppose it's nice to know, even if it doesn't help us much."
I nod. "Right. For now, I can't even risk being seen in public, any more than you can. And we can't figure out where we are unless we can get something from the outside world to tell us."
Hret seems to smile at that. "Come now, you saw what I did before right? Hiding us from the hunters. I am sure that if we need to go anywhere, if we travel at night, I can keep us completely concealed. And anything else we need is at our fingertips. We can create any kind of magic in existence."
"Not as we are now. I could barely create this pitiful hole in the ground. There's no way we can stand up to anything like this." I argue. After the events of the past days, I'm not certain I can ever trust him enough to make the magic work like it needs to.
He just shakes his head, though, replying with a faint smile. "I know you probably can't forgive me for what I did yet. But, though I still hate humans as a race, I don't hate you any longer. I can see what Crvesh saw in you. It's something both he and I had. Compassion. For everything and everyone. I lost mine somewhere along the line. But Crvesh never lost his, no matter what happened to him. Despite everyone else among your people condemning us, you still tried to fight for what was right. For that, I guess, you've earned my trust."
I almost couldn't believe it. I didn't know the big furry beast had a heart. It made me stop and think for a moment. Right now, he's my only ally. The only one I can depend on. All of the Mazuku want me dead for Crvesh's death. And no more than a handful of humans would be willing to accept me with open arms at this point. Those that would are unavailable too. My rational mind tells me to trust Hret, but I still can't get over my doubts. "Thanks for the kind words. But I can't just let go that easily." Somehow, saying it felt wrong. Like I should have known better.
Hret didn't seem hurt at all. In fact, he looked somewhat pleased. "Eventually, you'll get through this. I won't push you, but just remember, we need to work together to get out of this. Both of us will be killed if we don't. We have enemies everywhere. And if we're going to do anything, our first goal will be to get someplace safe. And to acquire some allies. You may not be able to go out into your world, but some of your friends probably could."
I nod, wondering to myself if they are even still alive. They were involved in this, after all. Any investigations probably would have started with them. And if they were discovered as having a part in it, they'd likely be dead by now. Still, it had only been a week. And some of them are very wealthy. They might have fled somewhere safe after the situation turned for the worst.
Slowly, I can feel my spirits rising. With some powerful allies, we may just survive this. But... "What will we do once we're somewhere safe? Where do we go then? I don't think I want to just hide away in a hole the rest of my life."
Hret, again, doesn't look phased. "We'll think of that when the time comes. For now, we need to think about the present. Since you need to get your bearings again, tonight, we'll just go about and try to figure out where we are. After that, we'll come back and rest for a day before heading off in the direction we need to go."
I nod, about to get up to leave, when my stomach growls its discontent. And I'm forced to chuckle. "What will we do about food?"
My new companion gets the biggest grin on his face at that, and I nearly shiver at the sight of it. "For that, you can count on me. Even if we live in a perfect forest, we still practice methods of hunting, both alone and in packs, just in case. I'll come back with something that will keep us both tided over for a while." With that, Hret gets up, and departs from the little room. And I'm left to stare up at the orb of light I've been maintaining all this time.
"I guess I'll get some firewood." I state to myself. And get up to head outside.
That night, after Hret and I have eaten, we head outside into the darkness. Pulling the Mazuku closer, I grasp his arm, and focus a little of my power. Suddenly, his eyes see as though perfect daylight were shining down. He looks at me surprised, but my calm appearance relaxes him. He smiles, and I'm already finding it a welcome change from his previous disposition.
We travel by darkness, aided by enhanced vision. The goal for tonight is to find a map, or something else to give me some direction. As we wander through the forest, we soon come closer to a few homes. The lights in the distance gives them away long before we have to worry about stumbling upon anyone.
Following the street to an intersection lands us at an intersection. And I have to contain myself from letting out a whoop of joy. I tug Hret close by his arm, and speak to him quietly. "That sign! Hret, we're close to one of the main supporters!"
Hret looks surprisingly happy, showing me a grin that honestly unsettles me. Perhaps something in my instincts tells me that a wolf bearing his teeth at you isn't a good thing to stare down. But his mannerisms show it to be nothing more than a simple grin. "How far are we from there?"
I inform him that we're in a place called 'New York'. Now, it may not have meant anything to him, but for most, it would likely bring up a vision of a bustling and crowded city, with skyscrapers all around. But really, that's just one city in New York. It's really all anyone ever sees of the state. Where we are is quite a ways inland. There's no skyscrapers to be seen, even on the horizon. In fact, we're actually less than a day's walk from a large farmstead estate owned by a close friend of mine.
"Hret, we can't stop now. We can make it there in a night's travel, if we keep on going." I quickly start to tug at his arm, and he follows after quickly.
After a bit of time, he stops me, "Wait, before we're too far, we need to dismiss our former living establishment."
Looking at him, I nod, "How do we do that?" I ask.
He just smiles. "It's similar to creating it. Focus on making the space disappear. We can only do such a thing from a certain distance before it becomes more difficult. And I don't think either of us can use earth magic well enough for that." I nod, and listening to him, envision our makeshift living establishment disappear. After a moment of concentration, Hret shakes me a bit, and I awaken from my concentration. "I felt it dissipate. That was good, I think we're learning to use this new power more effectively."
I shake my head, and tug him along with me, toward the highway. "Nah, we're just becoming closer. The closer we become, the better we'll be able to control and utilize the powers neither of us are accustomed to using." He nods, and seems to accept my explanation.
He then asks me a question that fills up the conversation for a good deal of the walk. "Would you mind telling me a bit more about your world?"
And so I begin. I start by describing where we'll be going. This region is mostly used for farming purposes. My friend also has a farm of his own, with all the proper equipment to tend to it. He brings in a steady profit from the farm, which helps to fund the organization. And his house is enormous. We'll have no problems getting him to let us stay there, he's always trying to get people to stay with him. He gets lonely a lot.
Next, I describe the facility Crvesh had been held in. On the shore of New York, where a part of the city had fallen into great disarray, the government took over the land, and built a large military base. Everything about it is secretive. No one enters or leaves except a caravan of food trucks once a week. I let Hret know that's how I'd snuck in. One of the truck drivers had joined us after he learned of the Mazuku being held in the New York facility. Once past the gates, you'd be surprised how little security they have. Other than the prison sector, there are no guards posted at any entrances, and several of the sewer ducts are left wide open. I entered through one of the large sewer entrances, and had intended to leave that way before things had gone crazy.
After going on about these two specific locales, I talk about the current state of the nation. Ever since the discovery of the Mazuku in the world, the government had taken on the responsibility of 'purging these horrible beings from the face of the planet'. Needless to say, numerous search efforts have been launched since then to locate more of the Mazuku. However, I note that, thankfully, there's no way they'll ever find the forest where all of Hret's people live.
After I've said my part, I notice that just another mile down the road will land us at my friend's home. "Hret, we're nearly there. I may have to ask you to hide outside for a bit before I can introduce you to my friend. I'm not sure how he'd react to seeing you right now."
My walking companion simply nods. "I understand. I wouldn't want to scare the poor guy." He chuckles lightly, and we continue on.
No further words are shared between us. We're both a bit tired after all the walking. My feet are feeling worn out and raw without any covering against the rough ground, but Hret seems unaffected. Of course, his people never wear anything anyway.
Coming up on the estate, I warn Hret to stay where he is for a while. "Conceal yourself, however you do that. I'll wave to you from the doorway when it's safe for you to join me." The Mazuku nods, then I leave him where he is, approaching the mansion.
The building itself looks about three or four stories tall from the outside. The entryway is composed of a long, wide staircase, leading up to a doorway larger than you'd find on most traditional houses. It isn't obscenely large, however, easily manageable by just about anyone able to reach the nobs. I'd been here on a number of occasions before, visiting with Ken, the owner, the person I'm hoping to find tonight.
I give the doorbell a single ring, wait for the tone to fade, then knock on the wooden door four times. Three of the knocks follow in quick succession, the fourth a bit delayed. It's somewhat of a code we'd come up with for visits. Some of us, like myself, wouldn't open the door for anyone not knocking correctly. For Ken, it's more like a 'caller id' of sorts. He gets a great many visitors, being so successful in the farm industry, and it helps him sort out business contacts from group members.
I hear someone running down the long set of steps in the main room. The runner is obviously Ken, as he curses loudly, probably having nearly missed a step. It is pretty late, especially for a farm. The steps are lighter and slower from then on. Finally, I hear the nob turning, and the door opening. I quickly move to hide behind the other door, the unopened one, poking my head out around the side of it, to stare at the barely-awake visage of Ken.
He's awake pretty quickly when he sees me. "Xavier!" He cries, standing back from the door. "Come in, come in!" I don't think he expected me to be butt-naked when I came around the door, the look of shock on his face really priceless. He's completely straight himself, but he knows about my preferences. After a short while, he takes off the robe he has on, leaving him in a set of striped pajamas. He offers me the robe with a smirk, "That must've been some party, Xavier."
I shake my head, "You know I'm not the partying type, Ken. Listen, I'm in somewhat of a bind, and I really need your help. It's about the Mazuku."
That gets his attention quick, "Of course, the mission to save that captured Mazuku! How'd it go? Is he here?" Ken never could contain his excitement about this. He's big on Darwinism, and that's a small part of why he involved himself in the group. The mere existence of the Mazuku pretty much proves the theory. At least to him, it does.
The reason he agreed to support the plan to save the captured Mazuku stems from his childhood, though. He's told me on countless occasions how he'd once saved a wolf cub from a trap in the woods out behind his estate when he was young. He'd nursed it back to health, and then let it go. It never went far, though. Every winter, he'd see it walking across the back lawn to his estate almost every day. Sometimes he'd leave food for it, which, he surmises, is probably the reason it kept coming back.
Eventually, of course, it stopped coming. Wolves have incredibly short lives compared to humans, especially when they live in the wild. He was devastated the first year it failed to show up. And the next five he went through cycles of denial, always telling himself that he'd see the wolf tomorrow, only to be disappointed the next day. He lost sleep, and forgot to eat half the time.
Finally, when he was about twenty-two or so, he says that he got into Darwinism big time. It helped him get his mind off of what he'd often fondly refer to as 'his wolf'. Eventually, he moved from ignorance to acceptance. The wolf was dead, and he had to move on. So, several years later, when the opportunity to save another wolf arose, one that would live longer than those in the wild, he jumped on it as fast as he could.
Ken starts asking me all kinds of questions about where the Mazuku is, where I've been all this time, how I managed to escape the facility, so many questions. I finally have to stop him. "Listen, Ken, I'll explain everything in a bit. First, there's a Mazuku standing around outside, and I don't want to leave him there."
He blinks, then stands up quickly, making for the doorway. "Outside, right now? Why didn't you say something earlier?" I still have to laugh about his excitement. I follow him, and as we reach the door, I move him to the side, and wave somewhat randomly in the doorway, then step back and leave it opened for a bit.
After a moment, I speak to Ken. "Now listen, I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do whenever the Mazuku gets here. For now, just know that his name is Hret, and that he's not the one who was captured." Ken nods, somewhat confused, but he tends to catch on quickly enough. He knows he'll get filled in soon.
I don't think, however, he was ready to see the Mazuku. The large wolf-like being has him back-pedaling for a moment before he catches himself, stops staring, and does his best to be polite. "Er-welcome, Hrat." He says, mistakenly mis-pronouncing Hret's name, who, thankfully, doesn't make any mention of it. He just nods, quickly closing the door behind him. Ken continues, somewhat flustered. "Please, um, come into the den." He motions to another doorway, and after I nod to Hret, the Mazuku walks past us both and into the other room. Ken comes up to me, whispering, "He's a bit... imposing, you know?"
I just chuckle, shaking my head. "You act like he's gonna eat you, Ken. Relax. The only meal either of us want is one cooked -by- you. Now come on, there's a lot you need to hear, from both of us." I take hold of Ken's arm, and coax him into the den. It's going to be a long night, I can just tell.
copyright 2006 - Neiko Mitaki
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Title: Brain Power by findlebob
Tags: Fear, Feeding, Human, M/F, Masturbation, Violence (Not In Yiff), Xenomorph, schizophrenia, weird
**Brain Power part 1**
The compound was always too bright. It was supposed to dissuade the bugger's as they stick to the shadows. The idea made sense but if you happened to be human it made it neigh impossible to maintain some form of sleep cycle. Especially when you didn't know whether it was day or night beyond the base. How did the bugs tell how dark it was anyway without eyes?
There were clocks and stuff around but you do start to wonder if they were set to the same time outside; or perhaps Kale was just losing his mind.
Kale was a very unique individual, he was dyslexic and a bit skinny so had very little use around a complex where either everyone had a use or had a tendency to disappear. It was harsh but a necessity to survive in the new world. There were no free rides and everyone must have purpose. However Kale had one very useful skill; his mind was huge. Not exactly genius but could run the majority of the facility from the defence turrets all the way to the light cycles, yet it took him an age to work out long division. This generated a chuckle in his mind. -THE BLOODY LIGHT CYCLES ARE FALSE!-. Where did that thought come from, he was going insane.
When he first started this job it felt great, all the POWER.... But that power fantasy ended abruptly when he realised that every single bloody action had to checked over before he could implement it. The..... thing that was plugged into his brain also had a number of safety devises that wouldn't allowed him to do anything without permission from a superior, with the exception of emergency. Kale couldn't even point the turrets at the base and make something interesting happen.
"He has been plugged in for 4 hours, time for him to go."
Usually he didn't register others when controlling the base, took most of his brain to do that. But a small part of him was always waiting for the bell. That was his last coherent thought before the device in his brain was withdrawn. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Kale cursed solidly for a minute as the attendants started to remove the various binding that held him down. On instinct his hands went to his head but the pain he felt was inside his skull. He was greated with the now familiar touch of metal which was the socket to his brain. "Will I ever get used to that?" The question wasn't aimed at anyone but the medical attendant answered. "You get used to anything eventually."
"Is that your professional opinion?" Kale didn't make any effort to hind the sarcasm from his voice. Everyone always tolerated him, normally he wasn't a jerk but after going through what he did daily Kale needed to vent now and again.
"Well there isn't many people around that do what you do so which makes it somewhat difficult to establish what is or isn't normal." There was no hint of humour or sarcasm in his voice. Kale liked and disliked him the man. He was called Barry, was milky white (everyone was underground but he was especially) thin greasy blonde hair, blue eyes. Kale though he was irritating but at the same time had a certain humour about his prim and proper style. "Ta very much, see you tomorrow"
The last thing he saw was the 40 attendants taking over the night shift in the next room. It was a great ego boast to know it took that many to do what he did. He still felt wasted though; Kale was one of the most important people on the facility but he was in such a pattern.
Same bloody thing every day. Get up at 8 am (he was allowed a lye in due to the tiring nature of his job), ready at 9, plugged in at 9:30, hour for lunch and tea, work until 9 pm, rinse and repeat.
Still he has some perks to his job. Once he got to his room he had all sorts of pre war luxuries. He had a TV which was connected to a ps3 and a computer. Even had internet but that was slow nowadays and few sites were maintained.
First things first though he needed a shower, he hadn't had time to shower this morning. He caught a look of himself in the mirror; he looked like shit to put it nicely. He was skinny, a little bit short at 5.5 ft, long black hair that was currently a mess that defied gravity, a sharp featured face and green eyes. Once his hair was cleaned in the shower and brought back into order he had a certain look to him. Not quite handsome or masculine, unfortunately he was pretty like a skinny emo boy. It was a depressing truth but he was bi so if he ever had time to form a relationship Kale reckoned he stood more chance getting a lad than a lass. What kind of women would be interested in him in a society where strength was the most valued commodity around? Actually thinking about it he was almost certain to get a girlfriend. There was a chance that his offspring would share his talent. But it wouldn't be willingly as the facility leaders would force someone to be his lover.
Kale let himself drip dry and went to his computer, he needed to relax after his day. Once he waited for his favourite website to load, it was all about the buggers. Despite the collapse of human civilization something's never change; if it exists there is porn of it. Once he reached maturity he had developed a certain fascination towards xenomorps; something about the hard angles of their exoskeleton, the smooth curve of the cranium and all the potential uses of that secondary jaw.
Once he found a picture that took Kale's fancy he got hold of his 8 and a half inches. This bug should have been the envy of human womanhood. Boobs as big as his head and monstrous hips. If you ran your hands down her sides it would mirror applause. Something about the feral savagery and human perfection was the greatest turn on Kale could imagine. He began to stroke himself as fast as he could, he had been waiting all day for this.
The picture was perfect, it captures the bugger showing off its impossibly huge round ass while turning to the side to show its side boob; it oversized mouth was pulled up into a toothy smile beckoning him to come forward. God he wished he could oblige it. All too soon he began to reach climax firing his load over his lean stomach. Kale fell back into his chair but left one hand idly playing with himself. As much as he wanted to go to sleep he forced himself up and cleaned himself up with the used shower towel before throwing into the dirty basket. Kale saw the time; only 10 so may as well get some games in.
"WARNING WARNING WARNINSSKKKK......"
What the hell was going on? Kale found himself on the floor after the siren went off right next to his head making him jump. Adrenaline was still flooding his system so he was up quickly searching what was going on. The TV was still on where he had fallen asleep, the character still standing their waiting for instruction. He turned it off as there were more important things at hand. Perhaps there was someone on the intercom who could explain the situation. "Anyone know what's happening?"
"This is an automated message, please stay in your quarters, there is an unknown situation in progress."
"Guess not."
That was when Kale started to hear gunfire. It was pretty obvious that it was buggers invading again; or other humans but that was very unlightly. He would probably be needed up at the helm so decided to go out for a stroll; best put some armour on and grab a weapon first to be safe though. "skissssssss".
Kale froze, his gaze slowly drawn up into the blackness of the air vent. There was a wet shine moving in the blackness that left no question to its origin. Cold fear gripped at his heart but military training took over. He reached out for his piston but before he could grasp the handle. "SKRISSSSSSSSSS!".
It was obvious what that meant but he couldn't understand why the beast hasn't just broke through the thin grill plate and took him. -It defiantly will if I try and take the gun-. Inching towards the door but not breaking eye contact (even though it didn't have any) He opened it and jumped though. It closed automatically.
Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding Kale checked his surroundings which were clear thank Christ. But the downside was he was in a complex filled with buggers, with no weapons, the only kit he had managed to get on his belt kit and one gauntlet and lower arm guard (Or in other words a very sturdy knuckle duster not that he wanted to get that close). As much as Kale wanted to hide he knew he was needed on the control room. -hiding is mostly useless against a xenomorph; they don't see like us but though echo location. Each beat of your heart makes all the noise they need to see you clear as day-. The voice wasn't his but of his teacher Mrs Affleck. Kale had a feeling all the weeks he had spent learning every fibre of their being were going to pay off.
With a colossal mental effort he forced himself into a slow jog into what was probably going to be a nightmare.
After 10 minutes of running he had to stop. "Fuck" he whispered, half the doors in the facility were sealed and without any light he could barely read the signs. Kale was lost a half a mile underground, in a complex that was hundreds of miles of corridors and filled with murderous aliens. God this wasn't going well. Then he saw it, he had seen hundreds in the running of the facility but first hand was much more disturbing.
It was a human corpse that had been disembowelled with the trademark puncture wound in the victim's head that was a Xenos calling card. What really frecked him out was it was Barry and that who couldn't tell what injury he received first. Kale hoped he died quick, while the man wasn't particularly likable but had played a huge part in his life for the last six years. -Hope it was qui
Kale wasn't able to finish that sentence as he was pounced was behind by another bugger. The two writhed on the floor one trying to capture while the other trying to escape. It was hard to tell which was the monster as kale was screeching and trying to bite anywhere its exoskeleton looked weak. However it was a one sided fight and after thirty seconds it was behind him with its limbs locked around him. Like a mad parody of a lover. There was a split second where the universe was completely still, expecting death by the buggers secondary jaw.
Nothing happened.... So he started struggling again, despite his foes immense strength kale slipped the death grip on his wrists and the two lovers started rolling around on the floor again. Soon he was pinned once again only this time his armed were pinned above his head with the monsters tail wrapped around his legs, this did however leave it straddling him. Suddenly the memories of hundreds of online sessions came back to him (not like that). The alien unsurprisingly felt what sprang up. She NO IT looked down without eyes was, it was smiling. It didn't have lips so it can't be the way it looked back at him didn't look right. Even by a bugger's standard.
This one put up quite a struggle for a pray. It really was a pity he wasn't going to be a pray mother. It was unhealthy from a life underground, and due to its lifestyle it clearly and was weak. But what it lacked in in strength it made up in tacticum. During the fight it successfully countered a number of her pins. Even so it was a disappointingly easy fight for a huntress of her skill; she could have killed it in seconds if she wanted to. Time to bring it back home. Queen wanted and would have her prize; before she began a thought passed through her head
\-The Queen will be pleased with me; I wonder how I will be rewarded-.
This time her jaw did lunge forward into Kales gasping mouth. If he hadn't been hard before he would be now. But fear soon overrode his desire soon enough when he saw her throat begin to pulse. Once again he remembered all the things he had been taught in school one of which that some buggers could reproduce orally. He experienced a terror he never thought he could and began struggling on instinct. He didn't want to birth several bellybusters; he really didn't want to die like with his belly torn open. But there was no way to save himself, she was too strong to overpower and if he bit her tongue his entire head would become a bubbling pool of acid. Kale gave in, in the place in 40 seconds he had went from anger to lust to fear and finally acceptance. Relaxing into her grip and letting his grizzly fate happen. It took an age for the bulges in its throat to reach its secondary jaw. Kale braced himself for the first egg but something else poured into his mouth. It wasn't an egg but fluid, once it touched his tongue his pupils dilated. It was the most delicious and although Kale wasn't aware it was a drug designed to make him sleepy and more compliant for a time.
But from the moment Kale tasted he was hopelessly addicted. He drank from it NO HER as fast as he could. It didn't disappoint him through and kept feeding him.
His huntress relaxed her grip on her prey; he wasn't going to struggle now. Not while he was under her power. She moved one of her hands behind his head to support him while he drank from her. Prey seemed to appreciate the act and wrapped his arms around her trying to pull them closer together; she obliged him and lay as close as she could while feeding him. This was really exciting to have her prey so submissive to her, she was so grateful queen gave her this ability. God she wished that she was allowed to take him for herself, she was so aroused. But it was impossible for her to defy the queen; it was totally alien for her to question the queen (excuse the pun). She pulled her tongue free but prey causing him to whimper quite pathetically. She made the alien equivalent of an "awwwh". But she couldn't enjoy his squirms below her it was time to go. She stood up and carried prey bridal style. -Queen will be most pleased with me-.
Kale understood true bliss as she carried him to wherever they were bound. He no longer cared what would happen to him. It was all worth it for the taste of heaven his angel had granted him. With a monumental effort he looked up and gazed at his liberators eyes, dispite the fact she lacked them she gazed back. "Thank you" he whispered then he allowed his head to fall onto her shoulder. | FSE |
Title: How I Became a Cheerleader Ch. 07
Tags: transgender, cheerleader, oral sex, anal, lingere
I woke up the next morning and as I lay there, the memory of what I had done with Trent the night before, and I felt sick. How could I have done that, I had turned into a complete whore. I had lain over the hood of his car and begged him to fuck me like a common slut.
My phone rang and I checked the number, it was Trent. I knew why he was calling, to say that he never wanted to see such a slut again. I turned off the phone and threw it back on my night table, laid back down and cried.
Mom came up after a while and brought in two cups of tea. I rolled onto my side facing the wall and would not look at her. I could not bear the shame. She rubbed my back and just let me cry. After a while I felt the bed shift and a new hand touched my shoulder.
"Janie, roll over and talk to me." My sister ordered. I found myself obeying. "Now tell me what happened."
I saw that Mom had left us alone and I started to cry all over again.
"Come on, it can't be that bad."
I got a hold of myself and told Susan what I had done the night before. I left nothing out, my whorish behavior, my slutty begging for cock, everything. By the time I was finished, Susan had me sitting up in bed and sipping my tea and only sniffling occasionally.
"Is that all?" Susan asked. "I thought you and Trent had had a fight and broken up or something."
"What do you mean, I turned myself into a complete tramp last night."
"Yes, and Trent loved it and so did you. You didn't do anything that the rest of us women have not done before you."
"But what does Trent think of me now?"
"That he loves you." Susan said confidently.
"How can he love a whore?"
"You are not a whore; you just got caught up in the moment. You would only be a whore if you are fucking other men for money. Begging your boyfriend for cock while he fucks you falls under the heading of love and passion, and maybe role playing."
"You really think he still loves me?"
"I know he does, he called the house phone when you would not take his calls. He was worried about you and wanted to know if you were busy for lunch."
I sat bolt upright and almost spilled my cold tea. "He really wants to see me for lunch? He probably just wants to dump me in person."
"I doubt it; he invited us all over to his parents' house for lunch. Something about the Thanksgiving party. Now get up and shower, we have to get going soon."
Susan dragged me out of bed and into the shower. I cleaned up quickly and headed down stairs wrapped in my robe. Mom had more tea on for me and some toast.
"Feeling better?" She asked. I only nodded.
"Janie, don't worry about last night." Mom said and I looked up sharply. "Susan told me about it, don't worry we have all acted like that at one time or another. I used to beg your father to fuck me until I passed out."
"EEEEEWWWWW Mom, way too much information." Susan said
"The point is that I will bet you that Trent will take you aside at some point today and tell you how much he liked it."
I sat at the table and munched on my toast, trying very hard not to visualize Mom begging Dad like a whore. I finished my toast and headed back upstairs to dress. I put my fake pussy back on and then started to look for an outfit.
Half an hour later I came back down stairs dressed in white jersey hot short panties and no bra, a navy blue knit sweater crew neck dress, and patent leather Janice shoes. Mom wore a white shirt dress and white deck shoes. Susan wore a stretch A line skirt in powder blue with a white button down shirt and blue sandals.
We made it to the McKabe's in about fifteen minutes and Trent was waiting for us at the door. He led us in and Heather and Jason were waiting for us on the deck.
"Welcome, welcome." Jason said, coming over and hugging each of us. Heather was a step behind.
"Glad to see you again." Heather said, hugging and kissing Mom.
"Come and sit down and we can talk about the party." Heather said.
"Janie, can I talk to you for a minute." Trent said pulling me to stairs. I followed him up to his room and sat down on the chair in the sitting room attached to his room. Trent sat across from me.
"Janie, I need to talk to you about last night."
I couldn't help it, I started to cry. "Trent, I'm sorry," I sobbed into my hands. "I am sorry that I acted that way. I won't be like that again. I will try..."
"Janie, whoa, slow down." Trent said, kneeling in front of me, holding my hands and trying to lift up my face. "I am not upset about what you did, but about what I said to you."
"What you said?" I hiccupped.
"When I asked about touching your pussy, I'm sorry I was so insensitive. It's none of anyone else's business what we do. Can you forgive me?"
"I...I thought you wanted to dump me." I sniffled at him.
"Why would I want to dump the perfect girl? I said that I love you and I meant it then and now."
"You are not ashamed of me for acting like a slut?"
"You can act like a slut for me any time you want, but not for anyone else." He said smiling and pulling me into a hug.
"Oh Trent, you don't know how upset I have been about last night. I thought that..." He put his finger over my mouth to stop me talking.
"Shh, I don't want to hear another word about last night." He said firmly. "You did nothing wrong and I have apologized for being such a jerk, the matter is closed."
"No it isn't." I said firmly. "You did nothing wrong either. You asked a legitimate question about our relationship. I am glad it came up so that you understand that it is not because I don't trust you, but that I want to save myself for just a while yet."
"I understand, but I should not have brought the other guys into the..." I put my fingers over his mouth this time.
"Shh, it is finished. We have both apologized and the matter is closed. But, I want us to agree now that we have to talk about these things together. If we don't we won't have a chance in this relationship."
"Okay," he said smiling. "I think that would be best. Now, on to new business, Mom and Dad are planning a big charity ball for Thanksgiving here at the house. I have to go and I want you to be my date."
"Of course I plan to be your date, just who did you think you were going to take?" I asked in mock outrage.
"That is not what I was leading up too. I wanted to take you to the family cottage after the ball for the weekend. Just the two of us, what do you think?"
"Ohhhh Trent, I can't. Aunt Karen and Susan have planned a shopping trip for black Friday. We were planning on hitting the malls at like four in the morning. Sorry."
"Well, at least you are saying no for a good reason. I know better than to try to get between a woman and her shopping. How about the day after Christmas? We could go for a week or so. The cottage backs onto a mountain with a ski resort, but it's far enough down the slope that it is still warm enough to go out on the lake in a bathing suit."
"Well, that sounds almost tempting enough to ditch shopping, but I think a week at Christmas would be better. I just have to clear it with Aunt Karen. Speaking of which, we should get back downstairs before they think we are doing the nasty up here."
"Oh, I didn't know that we had that option." Trent said with a devious look in his eye. I hit him with a pillow.
We joined the others and found them discussing the arrangements for the party, including the fact that they wanted us to spend the night. Mom tried to nix that idea, saying that we were going shopping, Heather said that was the point, she planned to go with us and we could all nap a little first if we wanted.
The weeks leading up to the ball were hectic. I never realized all the planning that went in to a party of this size. The logistics were enormous, tables, chairs, place settings, linens, waiters, caterers, and bands, entertainment, bar, parking, landscaping and cleanup. Heather had it all organized like a military operation. She pulled out her computer and rolodex and had lists and files for each item. She made a dozen calls to confirm that the orders placed earlier in the year were still on schedule.
Thanksgiving rolled up on us and we spent the day getting ready for the ball. Susan had met a guy at the club and invited him as her date, but Mom was still flying solo. She said that since Jason insisted on dancing with me, she would just have to steal Trent.
I decided to wear the red backless mid calf dress that I had gotten before my first date with Trent. He had not seen it and it would be perfect for the evening. The sequins would catch the light perfectly and the black patent leather two inch heels and black stockings and garter belt would be the perfect, until I tried it on two days before the party. It didn't fit. The bodice was too tight. I was shocked and called Mom.
"What is happening?" I demanded.
"I think I know, but let me make a call and I will let you know." Mom said, picking up her cell phone. Five minutes later she was back and smiling.
"Just as I thought and Kelly confirmed. The hormones are finishing puberty for you and you are getting bigger. Now we have to go shopping for the party and we will need new lingerie for you on Friday."
We hit the mall and went straight to see Candy at Pink. She confirmed that I had increased my bra size to a B cup. We picked out a plan bra to get me through the rest of the week and promised Candy we would be in Friday. She told us to come to the back door at three thirty in the morning and she would get us in without the fuss. We told her Trent's mother was joining us and she said that it would not be a problem, but no more than the four of us.
We hit the dress salon and picked out a new dress for me, a black sequined ankle length with a deep cowl neck in the back and a slit up my left side to mid thigh. I could still wear the same shoes and stockings with it. The slit was just high enough to expose the garter belt, but only if I wanted to. I planned to us that to my advantage on Trent.
The ball was a great success, both for the charity and for the guests. The main foyer was where the most of the guests stayed. The rest circulated through the house. The pool room was locked of course, but the patio got quite a workout as did the grounds. Trent was a perfect host, and even pulled me into the receiving line with him. I was introduced to so many big wigs in the city that I lost count and just smiled and made a little small talk as the line moved along.
Dinner was a buffet affair and the food was set up for most of the night. If anyone went home hungry, they must have really worked to avoid the food. I spent the night wandering and making small talk and sipping sparkling cider. I knew better than to drink the champagne being served. At my size I am a real light weight when it comes to drinking and this was not the night to get loaded and embarrass my boyfriend.
I danced with Trent, Jason and a few others, but Mom danced by me several times always with a different partner. Susan spent most of the night in the arms of her new friend from the club. I could see that getting serious quickly.
The party ended at two in the morning and rather than try to sleep for an hour, we just showered, changed and headed out to the mall. Candy kept her promise and slipped us in the back and we went nuts in Pink. I got so many new bras and corsets and bustiers that I did not think I would ever be able to wear them all. I asked Mom not to spend so much in case I grew still more, but she said that Dr. Kelly said I would level out at around my current size and we could go crazy.
From there we hit Victoria Secret and got still more lingerie, but this was a little more risqué. The leather corset with the mesh between the bra and bottoms with a black g-string, garters and black stockings could only be for sex. I said that I would never wear it, but Heather insisted on buying it for me.
By the time we finished, the mall had opened and the crowds were not too believed but we carried on and hit a bathing suit store. There Mom found me something that could be called a bathing suit, but only by the greatest stretch of the imagination. It was called a teeny weeny monokini. It consisted of two straps that met behind the neck, extended down the front to cover the nipples, but only the nipples, one set of strings continued down the front to met the scrape of material that covered the crotch, but turned into a thong with the string coming up the back and reconnecting with the bottom of the nipple covers.
We bailed on the mall and headed downtown to the adult section of town. Mom and Heather dragged me into an adult boutique and into the clothing section. I fell in love with a bra and panty set, just plain white bra with a front closure, but only half cups and the back had the most delicious little bow on it. The panties matched, more of a g string than anything, with another bow at the back. The stockings that went with it had bows at the back of the thighs. Then Heather pulled out the most outrageous bathing suit I had ever seen. The bikini top was string that formed hollow triangles over the nipples, with jewelry rings to hide the actual nipple. The bottoms were string that tied on each side and a pouch that cover the vagina and pulled into a g string in the back. You could set the pouch as wide as you wanted, all of two inches or as narrow as half an inch depending on how reckless you felt. The yellow mesh one was almost as bad, but I flatly refused the one made out of clear plastic.
We left the boutique with the suits and I insisted that we start on the winter stuff I would need for skiing, but Heather and Mom put me off. They dragged me into a photo place and had pictures for all of us for our passports. Mom said that I would need one if I was to travel over next summer and it would be good to get it started now.
From there we hit the electronics stores in search of a new laptop. Mom got me a great one with all the bells and whistles and a new digital camera. I had liked photography for a while now and with the next semester starting soon, I would need one for my elective. I was even considering taking photography in university.
We made it home shortly after noon and passed out. I woke up Saturday morning about ten and started to sort out the clothes we had bought. I noticed something that I had not while shopping, between Mom and Heather; I had not gotten anything but warm weather clothes, nothing for skiing.
I went downstairs and found Mom and Susan sitting at the kitchen table. Mom poured me some tea and I sat with them.
"Mom, I wanted to ask you about the skiing trip with Trent over Christmas."
"What about it dear, I said that you could go away with Trent weeks ago," Mom replied.
"Well, we were supposed to get me some new ski stuff when we went shopping yesterday. All I got was summer clothes."
"Oh, we must have missed that." Susan said smiling. "Tell you what, when we get closer to the trip, we will take you out shopping for that then."
"Yeah, that sounds like a plan." Mom agreed. "That way we can get you all set up before you go and have them tuned just before the trip. Now, let's get the clothes sorted out and washed before school Monday. Also, you need to sign your passport application so that I can drop it off on Monday as well."
"What about yours and Susan's?"
"Ours are fine, they are good for another three years, and yours still says Jamie." Mom answered.
Monday found me back a school and like all the seniors, I was sent to the auditorium to hear the lecture about our future. It was time to select a career and a field of study for college. There were several recruiters there from different schools waiting for us. The counselors gave us the usual spiel about seizing the day and making the most of our lives. Most tuned them out and waited to get out.
I sat with Trent and we both paid attention, but that did not stop us for making fun of some of the things we were told. Candy was seated with Kevin and both were paying rapt attention. Kevin had his choice of schools with his programming skills, and Candy was being scouted be various schools for her cheerleading.
After the assembly we went into the cafeteria to meet with the recruiters. Trent talked to several that I never thought he would be interested in, including the military. He seemed interested in careers that would have him outside and active. I could not see him behind a desk for very long, but the thought of him in the military chilled my heart. I spent most of my time at the booth for UCLA. They had a wonderful photography and film department and I thought that I might try that, with a minor in computers, a girl has to be prepared after all.
The month till Christmas passed just a quickly as the lead up to Thanksgiving. Trent and I only had time for sex on the weekends, and then just a quick blowjob from me. The work load coming down on us was not to be believed. Colleges were looking at us and our transcripts as well as current projects and letters from our teachers.
I got a letter from the dean of film at UCLA; apparently the recruiter had spoken about me and told her I would be good on either side of the camera. I was encouraged to apply to UCLA and to submit a portfolio before the beginning of March for consideration. I was to model and take pictures. I was thrilled.
Mom and Susan immediately got on board and started working me through a fashion shoot with all the new clothes that I had got in November. Just before Christmas Mom took me to the mall and had one of those glamour pictures taken after a day at the spa. Even I could not tell it was me.
Christmas was the usual chaos; I got lots of pictures for submission. The hardest part was going to be narrowing it down. My essay was completed and all I needed was my portfolio. My grades were good enough to get me into UCLA for computing if nothing else, but I wanted the photography major.
My main Christmas present from Mom was a complete new ski outfit, complete with new skis. The clothing was perfect, hot pink, right down to the boots. She also got me a black one and a red one, but the pink boots would have to do. I had skied before, but not anything to write home about. At least I knew that I would not kill myself or anyone else on the hill.
We went to dinner at Trent's house and the meal was a feast. Heather was up and down all through the dinner fetching courses from the kitchen, and she would not let us help her. I learned that they only hired staff for parties and had a cleaning service come in once a week. There was no full time staff for the house. Heather did all the cooking and Jason handled the landscaping when he could.
After dinner we girls went into the kitchen to clean up while Trent and Jason went into the living room to watch a game on TV. I was glad for the absence of the men because I had something I wanted to talk to the girls about.
"I need your advice." I said to all of them while we sipped wine and loaded the dishwasher. "I can't keep lying to Trent about what I am and I want to tell him over our trip this week."
"That is something that you have to think about very carefully." Mom replied. "How do you think he will react?"
"I don't know that is why I wanted to discuss this with Heather."
"Well, I think it will be quite a shock for him, but he will probably rally." Heather said thoughtfully. "I know that he loves you with all he is, but this is a big issue that you need to let him in on."
"I can't keep lying to him, it is killing me." I pleaded with them.
"Are you sure that you want to do this now?" Susan asked. "What happens if he takes it bad and outs you at school?"
"I will just drop out." I replied and before Mom could say anything I went on. "I have enough credits to graduate without attending the last semester if necessary."
"Well, it is up to you, and if you feel that strongly about it, you have to do what you feel is right." Mom said, as the others agreed. Before we could say anymore, Jason called for us to come in to the living room.
Trent and Jason were standing by the tree with a few un-opened gifts beneath it. We sat down and Jason handed out the last of the presents. Mom got a beautiful new dress, white floor length and off the shoulder. Susan got a new gps system for her car. Jason sat Trent down beside me and handed us each an envelope. Mom at least had come prepared and handed Jason a wrapped box that could only be alcohol. To Heather she gave pair of earrings.
Trent and I opened our envelopes and pulled out tickets. I read them and then looked up at Jason in disbelief. They had arranged for us to go on a cruise for March break. I leapt off the couch and through my arms around Jason and kissed his cheek shouting Thank you's at him. Trent just sat there stunned.
The twenty sixth Trent picked me up at eight and we were gone. The cottage was about two hours away and he wanted to hit the slopes. His car was packed with stuff and skis were tied to roof racks. We snuggled up and sang to the music over his system and talked. We had not had any time alone for the last month and a half and we missed each other, not just the sex, but each other's company.
We discussed the upcoming exams and college applications. Trent said that he was applying to UCLA, Harvard, West Point and Annapolis. I was shocked and discussed the military with him. He felt that he should do his part to protect our country as well as learn how to be a leader. I could not fault his logic, but I was scared all the same.
We got to the cottage and I saw that it was a house in its own right. A three bedroom house about two thousand square feet, complete with hot tub and parking for three cars. I stood in the foyer and gaped at the size of it. I should have known better, but when Trent said cottage, it thought of something completely different. We unpacked and he put all of our stuff in the master bedroom.
"What happens if your parents show up?" I asked timidly.
"Then they will have to sleep somewhere else." Trent replied smiling. "We got here first." He laughed at my shock. "They left this morning for a week long cruise in the Mediterranean. We have the whole place to ourselves, and I expect you naked at all times."
"I...I..." All I could do was sputter.
"Well, not naked, but at least in just your panties." He said hopefully.
"Only if you are too, I want quick access to that dick of yours." I said peeling off my shirt.
"Not yet," Trent replied. "We need to hit the slopes."
I pulled my shirt back on and slipped into my ski stuff. The hills were wonderful, clean and well groomed. I got back into the swing of skiing quickly, but I could not keep up with Trent. He was as smooth as glass, taking moguls, jumps and slaloms as though he was born for it. He always beat me to the bottom and waited for me in the lift line so that I did not have a chance to get cold. After about fifteen runs, I was exhausted and said that I would meet him at the cottage after he had a few more runs.
I skied back down to the cottage and racked my equipment before showering, cleaning myself out and changing into my sweats. I made sure that my vagina was in place and the panties I had on were proper. I chose the white ones with the little red hearts that tied on the side.
I was making dinner when I heard Trent ski up about an hour later. I stripped in the kitchen and tossed my stuff into the bedroom, pulled on a pair of heels and was standing buy the stove, heating up some hot chocolate when he came through the door. I heard the door slam and then nothing else so I turned to see him standing there with his mouth open staring at me.
"Darling, your home," I said in my best fifties wife imitation. I poured him the hot chocolate and carried the mug over to him. He took the mug numbly and just stood there. I giggled and pranced back to the warmth of the kitchen.
"Darling, you need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch your death." Trent just stood there.
I giggled again and pulled him into the house. It only took a few minutes to get him naked and a quick slap on the butt sent him to the shower. The stew that I had on would keep for a bit, so I turned it down and headed into the master bathroom.
Trent had the bathroom completely steamed up when I slipped in and pulled the door open. I climbed in with him and took the soap from his hands. His chest was already covered in soap, so I started a little lower down. Grasping his cock, I stroked it with both hands, covering it in lather. Trent just grabbed the walls and threw his head back and hissed as I caressed him.
Dropping to my knees before him, I let the water rinse the soap away before I took him into my mouth. I licked the head and nipped at the sides while my hands ran up and down his legs. I pushed him all the way up and ducked beneath him to take his balls into my mouth. He was so full of cum that I could only get one in my mouth at a time. I lashed each one with my tongue, enjoying the moans that were coming from Trent as I teased him.
I pulled back and looking up at him, threw my water soaked hair, my big eyes looking oh so innocent as I opened my mouth and swallowed him whole. I felt the head touch the back of my throat and I relaxed to let him go as far as possible. Trent put both hands on my head and started to thrust back and forth, I merely knelt there and let him fuck my face. I had learned to deep throat early on in my time as a girl and I timed my breathing to match his thrusts.
I grabbed his ass cheeks and held him deep inside me; my nose buried in his pubic hair and started to swallow. The muscles of my throat massaged the part of his shaft in my throat and the head and with a scream; Trent lost it and shot his load directly down my throat into my stomach. I just kept swallowing and he kept shooting.
I finally pulled back to breath and he dribbled the last of his cum into my mouth. I lapped his head and sucked the last of his cum from his shaft. After a minute he pushed me away and I knew that he was too sensitive for me to continue. I stood up and kissed him. Trent was quite used the taste of his own cum by now, so I felt sure that he would not react badly about me.
We stepped out of the shower and dried off. When I bent over to do my legs, Trent stepped up behind me and kissed my butt cheeks through my now see through panties. I giggled at his touch and wiggled my ass at him. I ran into the bedroom and Trent chased after me. He caught me and threw me on the bed.
I looked up at him as he stood over me, my foot sliding up and rubbing his cock. He tried to lie down on top of me, but I used my other foot to hold him up. He took my toes and started to suck on them as I worked my other foot up and down his rapidly stiffening hard-on. I had never had my toes sucked before and found it delightful and very sensuous. Trent was fully hard and working his hips in time to my foot when I pulled away from him and rolled off the bed.
"That is enough, dinner will burn." I said, again in my best mom manner. I slipped my wet panties off and pulled on a dry pair, this time powder blue with butterflies across the waistband. I pulled a muscle shirt out of my drawer and slipped it on followed by my heels. Trent looked surprised at the shirt.
"I will not allow people at the table without a shirt." I said firmly. "Now get dressed and get moving."
I slipped out and served dinner. The kitchen table was small enough that we could eat across from each other but I was still close enough to play footsies with him. Dinner was quick and quiet as Trent was really getting wound up as I ran my toes up and down his stiff penis, all the while, looking innocently across the table at him.
I took the bowls to the dishwasher and cleaned up after dinner as Trent went into the living room and started a fire. I joined him with two glasses of sparkling cider and snuggled up to him on the floor. Trent was completely naked and tossed my shirt on the couch as I sat down and melted into his arms. We snuggled for a while just watching the flames, his hand holding my breast and playing gently with my nipple, I held and stroked his cock slowly.
As the fire began to die down our passion increased. Trent kissed his way down my body and began to nurse on my breasts. I ran my fingers threw his hair and cradled him to me. He switched from one to the other several times before moving down to my belly. I tried to stop him from getting too close to my pussy, but he would not be deterred. He held onto my hips and then stuck his tongue into my belly button. I doubled over with the giggles. I had never had anyone touch me there and I did not know that I was ticklish there.
I pulled Trent up and waggled my finger under his nose and said, "Naughty naughty boy." I then pushed him up to the couch and pulled his shorts off completely. I took his magnificence into my mouth and gave him the sloppiest blowjob I could. I wanted him dripping wet and soon had my way. Trent caressed my hair and face as I sucked him, but I would not let him cum. I had other plans for this hard-on.
When he was completely soaked I stood up and crawled onto his lap, with my knees on either side of his legs. Pulling my panties out of the way I lowered myself onto his rampant dick. One deep breath and he was fully into my channel. We both sighed at the feeling of his cock traveling deep into my body.
I sat down on his lap and kissed him. Trent put his arms around me and kissed my back, his tongue searching out mine. We dueled for a few moments, the only movement to be had as we just got used to being inside each other again. Finally I started to grind and swivel my hips. Trent held my ass cheeks apart and started to gently thrust into me, but that is not what I wanted. The whore in me was coming out again.
"Take me to bed and fuck me hard." I told him as I clenched my ass around him.
Trent just stood up; it is good being small and dating a football player. He carried me into the bedroom. I locked my legs around him and every step he took thrust him a little deeper into me. I kissed every inch of his face that I could as he laid me down gently on the bed. I put my legs over his shoulders and he stood on the floor and pounded my ass. He held onto my hips and I rubbed his face with my feet. He took my toes into his mouth and sucked on them again. As he did, his fucking of me became more violent, he withdrew almost completely before driving back in to me.
I held my breasts and pinched my nipples as I begged him to fuck me harder and deeper. Trent complied and took his pounding to a new level that we had never achieved before. It made a nice change to have a bed to fuck on.
After a few minutes his thrusts were starting to get erratic and loose the rhythm he had established and I knew he was getting close. He had already brought me off three times and I screamed for him to cum inside me. Trent growled and pulled me to him violently as his cock shot its load deep into my rectum. The feeling of his dick expanding and shooting pushed me over the edge again and I screamed his name.
Trent fell to the side of me on the bed and pulled his cock from me. I whined at the loss of him inside me, but snuggled up to him anyway as we both fought for breath. Several minutes later I slide off the bed and waddled my way to the bathroom and released the precious fluid he gave me. After cleaning up I returned to bed to find him already under the covers and the bedspread pulled back for me. I climbed in with him and snuggled up to his side, my head on his shoulder, his arm around me, mine gently stroking his sculptured chest.
"I love you." He whispered as he drifted off to sleep.
"I love you too darling." I whispered. As I lay there warm and safe in his arms, I knew that the time had come. I had to tell him the truth. | literotica |
Title: Filibuster Issue ! "Recruitment Drive" by Kodyax
Tags: Cheetah, Grizzly, M/F, Sheep, Skunk, Superheroes
Filibuster
Issue #1.A
Recruitment Drive
A pink haired cheetah in a revealing blue skin suit with a white stopwatch on her chest as a logo walks into a thirty foot room where a black and red skunk in a green lab coat is looking at a monitor.
"Hey, Tech-Scent!" The cheetah girl says as she comes in. "What's going on? You wanted to see me?"
"Hi, Quick Kitty," Tech-Scent says with a Texan drawl. "I did call you: You know we lost Bulwark in or last battle with the Mecha-Maniac?"
"I knew he was grievously injured," Quick Kitty answers with some concern. "But he's dead dead?"
"Yeah," Tech-Scent admits, "Which means we need a new tank."
"Hold on!" Quick Kitty growls. "I don't think I like what you're eluding to. We're heroes, Tech-Scent; seducing new talent is for the enemy..."
"You're not even curious?" Tech-Scent prompts. "I know you enjoyed riding..."
"Don't go there, Tech-Scent," Quick Kitty growls. "My preferences are not for general discussion. I am a member of the Hearth Guard but I'm starting to get a reputation I'd rather not earn."
"Would it help if I told you he was a grizzly with an odd fur color?" Tech-Scent asks in a teasing manner, "And has a "bad bear" rep?"
"Tommy Santiago," Quick Kitty starts to lecture, "Unless we are seriously altering our own charter I can't believe you are seriously thinking of recruiting who you're eluding to..."
"Senator Seamus Kennedy of Pennsylvania is campaigning extra hard on those anti-mask laws he keeps threatening to enact," Tomas "Tech-Scent" Santiago prompts, "If we make Benjamin Franklin Kennedy a member of the team we can force his hand either way."
"Doesn't Mister Tea Party use the Filibuster, his own son, as a bad example?" Quick Kitty asks as she looks at the big monitor which features a black furred grizzly with red hair and gray eyes in a red jumpsuit with a furry fist punching skyward, the middle finger upraised, that features black boots, belt and glove gauntlets as well as red glassed goggles. "The Filibuster, the big bad bear himself and Senator Kennedy's most adamant enemy among the meta-fur community. You're seriously considering him for membership?" Tom just nods. "You want me to offer myself as a 'signing bonus' for joining I take it?" Another nod, "Have you been looking over my journal?"
"I can neither confirm nor deny that," Tech-Scent says with a smirk. "But you're headed to Philly. I've already booked your hotel."
"And how am I getting there?" Quick Kitty asks. "Or are you relying on the fact I can run four thousand mils per hour?" Tom gives her a look. "Why am I not surprised?"
"A blue streak blazes from Atlantic City, New Jersey to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in a matter of minutes as New Jersey state troopers start to give chase until one of them realizes that it's Quick Kitty they're chasing as she runs up and over the Ben Franklin bridge on her way to her destination. As a courtesy the New Jersey state police warns their Pennsylvania counterparts that Quick Kitty is coming but by the time they acknowledge it, she's already checked into her hotel. After changing to civilian apparel, most of which is promoting Nike with whom she has a marketing agreement, she dashes off to the vendors on the Delaware, eating five pretzel dogs, three funnel cakes and four colas before getting into Penn's Landing for the Show.
DJ Filibuster's Politico Plague Lab is already into its second hour when Daphne "Quick Kitty" Marathon arrives on the scene. Benjamin Franklin Kennedy, sometimes referred to by the media as "Ben Ken" as well as his super hero code name of Filibuster, is a fifteen foot bear in all black excepts his shirt and goggles which are red, the shirt featuring the same rude logo he wears when fighting crime and that "Fuck You Fist" has come to be seen as his symbol amongst the super hero community at large as part of his identity as the unrecognized son of Tea Party Republican Senator Seamus Kenned and the counter culture superhero that those who study and report on the meta-fur community, hero or villain have come to refer to Ben Ken as representing as Filibuster is a publicly known and registered superhero which does not always make his life pleasant but it affords him many opportunities to tweak daddy's nose While the elder statesman that Senator Kennedy presents himself as being did it for sonny to help certain elements the like killing public heroes got on Ben Ken's nerves it has ended up causing more headaches for his father as he has to "answer" to his constituents in the anti-mask crowd for his "mistake" in all that Filibuster does and Ben Ken often sees the assassins sent to kill him from time to time as a potential work out more than anything else and when he wins he embarrasses his father who more often than not sent the killers to correct the mistake he made when his scheme to kill his war hero son backfired and made him the superhero he is today.
After finishing his set the giant bear introduces one of the bands playing the freedom festival in Philly: Barker than Ebenezer. While the band plays the hero takes a hoagie break with a Primo Diablo Italiano hoagie which is one of the sponsors of the venue tonight. Quick Kitty is still hungry after her long run and decides to have one herself and needs a lot of water when she finds out how spicy it is.
Ben Ken is doing a partial edit of his own show as Daphne starts to approach him. Much to her surprise the fifteen foot bear is being attended to sexually by a bunny girl who is full foot shorter than Daphne. On stage the alterno-pop band is knocking them dead with their hit song "Super Monkey Go Home" which is a vague reference to Confucius Fist, the self styled warrior/poet/philosopher from China who just so happens to be a gorilla and fervent supporter of communism.
A silverback gorilla in a red jumpsuit with yellow boots, cape and glove-gauntlets as well as a yellow star on his chest flies over the venue and glares at the performers. Filibuster rises to his full height and grabs a sports bottle of water to fling at Confucius Fist. Confucius Fist is too distracted by the music to notice the thrown water bottle until it explodes when it hits him in the head and drenches him.
"WHO DARES!?!" Confucius Fist thunders.
"Go home, Super Monkey!" Filibuster growls at full volume. "You're not wanted here!"
"Defend yourself, pedophile!" Confucius Fist challenges as he flies at Filibuster with his left foot leading for a power kick.
"PUNT!!" Filibuster yells which confuses Confucius Fist until Ben Ken pulls a dirty trick and kicks him in the groin that sends him flying back into the Delaware.
Confucius Fist rises to the surface to glare at Filibuster for thwarting his plans to disrupt the festival and American decadence. He could fly back up to challenge him but the crowd is chanting Filibuster's initials which only bolsters Ben Ken's mentality. But then an official watching this on CNN sends him a text ordering him to embarrass the American bear.
Quick Kitty sees Confucius Fist rise and decides to take a 2x4 and play some head hockey, whacking the gorilla's head as she runs rings around him as he can't quite catch him. Filibuster tosses a keg of beer at Confucius Fist as he's trying to hit Quick Kitty which she notices almost immediately and swerves to avoid at the last possible second to keep Confucius Fist distracted. It bounces of the gorilla's head and pisses him off that he's being shown up by a pair of American fools.
Barker than Ebenezer's song that prompted Confucius Fist's involvement provides fuel to the fire as the gorilla begins to rise glowering at his opponents. Quick Kitty is undaunted as she does her best to keep Confucius Fist as Filibuster leaps into the river on top of Confucius Fist. At eight hundred pounds Filibuster is no lightweight as he does his best to pummel Confucius Fist into submission.
It takes a lot of effort but Confucius Fist drifts down the Delaware are towards the Olympia and Becuna where they permanently moored for the Maritime Museum. Confucius Fist throws Filibuster into the water just shy of the ancient warships, but is still punch drunk groggy. Filibuster grabs a dud torpedo on display and flings it at Confucius and dings him in the head.
His constituents are screwing at him to continue the fight but Confucius Fist is just about ready to go home as the bear is ringing his bell with frightening regularity. There is something to knowing when you're beat and Confucius Fist is sure at this own defeat when a horde of macaques in the attire of Chinese Army Commandos come howling onto the scene. On paper it must have looked glorious but in practice it just gives quick Kitty some monkeys she can beat up on, while filibuster Confucius Fist's clock.
Confucius Fist manages to get clear of the American tank hero long enough for him to order a retreat and they all turn tail and run. The whole scenario turns into a fiasco for the Chinese who finds that the incident cast them greatly, both politically and financially as a portion of the debt owed them by the US is lost as if they had lost a bet. Heads roll in China as a result of this, quite literally in some cases, but Confucius Fist is lauded for ending the failed ploy before it cost China ever more than it already.
Quick Kitty sits on Filibuster's shoulders with the back of his head resting against her groin as she gives him a boob hat. She waves goodbye to the retreating Chinese as Filibuster just smirks as he enjoys the very idea of her rack resting on the top of his head. For her own part, Quick Kitty looks down and contemplates to perform fellatio on Filibuster and sighs as his groins is under water.
Filibuster takes Quick Kitty to a marina connected to some apartments one of which is registered to Benjamin Franklin Kennedy through his father, something that the crooked elder statesman is not happy about. Tiki statues and masks abound in the apartment marking the place as uniquely Ben Ken's which amuses Daphne no end as Senator Kennedy's opinion is a matter of public record in that Seamus Kennedy his own son as an example of what's wrong with supers as he continues to champion anti-mask laws.
Quick Kitty strips herself rapidly as is her wont when she is anticipating getting frisky which amuses and arouses Filibuster. He is much slower in removing his clothing which invariably teases her as she paws at his groin. Daphne Marathon is slightly impatient so when Ben Ken gets his pants down she puts her face in his groin licking at his scrotum to get his cock out for her to suckle.
Filibuster's pants are the last thing to go and as Quick Kitty is bringing his member he lays on his bed besides her does his best to put his muzzle in her groin to lick and suckle at her clitoris which causes her to moan as she performs fellatio. Ben Ken licks up Daphne juices as her pussy starts to salivate as her muzzle tastes Irish sausage while the term "Bangers and Mash" pops up in her head as this could have sexual context that makes her giggle in anticipation. When his member is hard enough to penetrate her folds Quick Kitty pulls her cunny away from Filibuster's muzzle to slowly but surely impales herself along his length.
"So what exactly are you doing here, Quick Kitty?" Filibuster asks point blank, "The Hearth Guard is supposed against vigilantes like me."
"You're a registered meta-fur, just like me, Ben Ken," Daphne growls with a giggle as she keeps on bouncing on his cock, "Granted your bastard of a father did it spite you."
"More like kill me," Ben Ken freely admits. "My father has been wanting me out of the periphery of his career for years. But you boss, Tech-Scent, has given media statements disapproving my methods in the past..."
"We also need a tank," Quick Kitty admits, "Bulwark died from his injuries battling mecha-maniac."
"Ouch!" Filibuster says with a wince at the news that causes Quick Kitty to check the status of his prick in her pussy, "I'm sorry to hear that, he was a friend, not a close friend but we did respect each other."
"Which is why I think Tech-Savant wants you to fill his spot on the team,:" Quick Kitty says honestly as she bounces up and down on his pole. "You know what you're doing! I'm gonna cum!"
"Let's just say that when you grow up among whores and gigolos you learn a trick or two," Filibuster with a knowing smirk, "Puberty was fun."
"Not to speak ill of the dead," Daphne Marathon says with a faded smile, "But you fill me better than he ever could. If you join us, I'd like this sort of thing to be a regular occurrence."
"It's a selling point to be sure," Filibuster admits with a smirk.
"I am serious, Ben Ken," Daphne says with a serious smile. "I'm honestly enjoying this. Oh! Is that you're knot I feel?"
"Yeah, it's not firm yet if you want to get off," Filibuster offers, "Or if you have something special planned."
"I'm debating whether to stay on or get my muzzle there again," Quick Kitty admits, "You're a grizzly and I'm a cheetah so there's the cross species thing...Oh, yeah! Wag that wong inside of me!"
"Would my joining the Hearth Guard affect my pension at all?" Filibuster asks.
"I don't think so," Quick Kitty says in a perplexed manner, "Tommy would know more about that. But you were honorably discharged weren't you?"
"Yeah!" Filibuster roars as he fills Quick Kitty's insides with his semen. "Shortly thereafter Dad's Buddy Marconi tried to kill me and my mother. But I got powers instead."
"What date was that?" Daphne asks as she collapses on top of him. "Tech-Scent has a tape from a hotel room with your father getting really pissy recently." Benjamin whispers the date as he hears somebody nearby that may spoil the afterglow. "I think we just got an answer to his reactions on that tape!" She announces before a fusillade of stilettos is hurled through a window at them.
"Alright, Calamari!" Ben Ken growls at full volume as the daggers bounce off his fur. "I know it's you, I'm going to be nice and give you two options: number one-You leave right now and go crawling back to your boss or number two-I put you in the hospital for a month! Up to you! I don't care," Then he thinks better of his statement. "On second thought, please do stay, Sardine Sammy's been pissing me off lately."
"You fucking shit cape got no right!!" A male raccoon in a three piece shots and then realizes that he gave himself away. "Awww, Shit! I just fucked myself didn't I?"
Rather than answer verbally Filibuster gives Carlos "The Killer" Calamari a right hook that sends him flying into a wall. He follows that with bone crushing jab to the ribcage. Finally Filibuster Carlos Calamari's legs in ten places each then his spine in five places that will leave him a quadriplegic for life as a message to Samson "Sammy the Shark" Marconi.
Daphne is shocked at how brutal Ben Ken acted to beat up the hitman. She isn't appalled as Ben stopped short of killing the mobster. In his mobile home she contacts Santiago to advise him of the situation.
"Was this a harassment call or an actual hit attempt?" Tech-Savant with a growl.
"I assume a hit," Filibuster answers honestly. "Sardine Sammy is under pressure to get rid of me one way or another. And before you asks my dad is only one ay-hole that is applying the pressure. I know for an unprovable fact that he's been dying to collect a kind of bounty from the Nightmare Factory for proof of death of as many superheroes as they can kill."
"Are they still in business?" Daphne asks incredulously. "I thought they were smashed in the 90s."
"We should be so lucky, Daphne," Tomas snorts. "They're just being more sneaky now."
"Yeah," Benjamin says as he pulls over before they get on the bridge named after the patriot he himself was named after, "I think those stilletos were coated with something. I'm not feeling so hot..."
"I got you on satellite tracker," Santiago states. "Go lie down and I'll see if I can do a long range scan."
"Alright," filibuster says and does just that, "I feel like I need a nap anyway."
"Is he, O.K." Daphne asks as he moves to the back.
"Nanoviruses," Tomas says in all seriousness, "It would have killed you but his cellular structure can probably handle it."
"Tommy," Quick Kitty growls, "The dummy version, please?"
"Filibuster's immune system is super effective," Tech-Scent explains, "His cells are constantly being made and die at a much more rapid pace than either of us. His white blood cells are already taking the nanites apart. He might get a power spike out of this."
A moment of silence and then:
"Whoa! Muscle mass increasing and Daphne, did you sleep with him?"
"Yeah," Daphne growls in annoyance, "Why?"
"I'm showing you getting a spike too," Tech-Scent states, "When you two get here, report to the Dojo for eval."
"If she's available would you mind sending Mercy over?" Quick Kitty asks. "I don't like the look of this or how I feel right now."
Quick Kitty joins Filibuster in his bed and almost makes herself a living pinball in the process as she swerve as the nanoviruses work their way through her body. About an hour later a white wooled ewe or female sheep with red wings and wearing a Union Jack one piece swimsuit with blue gloves and boots flies in. Daphne recognizes her as Lady Mercy, a British hero who was engaged to Bulwark but who's powers are mainly healing and flight as she was contemplating going home.
Lady Mercy walks in and feels small at five foot four inches in a mobile home custom made for Filibuster, even Bulwark was nine foot eight inches would be somewhat dwarfed. She recognizes Filibuster as a friendly rival of her fiancée as well as the sickness ravages his and her bodies. Quick Kitty she cleans up with minimal effort but Filibuster's own immune system becomes part of the problem as the virus is assimilating itself into his system.
Daphne drives the mobile home to Hearth Guard headquarters while Lady Mercy attends to Filibuster's medical needs as the bear has fallen into coma as a result of what is going on with him. Lady Mercy makes sure that Daphne is fully concentrating on driving before she makes her next move as it only take is a few touches to get his member out and hard. She has one method she would use on her boyfriend that she derived only for him when they were alone and he needed it and she wants to make sure she is not going to be disturbed any time soon before she can attempt it on Ben Ken.
She closes the vinyl curtain for privacy before shifting the bottom of her outfit aside so she can ride him. Lady Mercy is very careful to do what she wants and subsequently she feels she needs to do as silently as she can as Quick Kitty is certainly within earshot. The fact that she's going to be enjoying herself is a perk of the technique to be sure but she's still not about to let anyone else know how she kept her fiancée patched up when he looked like he was a goner.
Healing energies get pumped in Filibuster's body as Lady Mercy bounces up and down his cock. Filibuster moans and stirs but remains unconscious all the while as Lady Mercy smirks lustily. She knows that Quick Kitty will probably secure the bear for herself, if she wasn't needed to drive the vehicle she might will be back here looking askance at Mercy and what she's doing with the bear, but for now Lady Mercy gets to have some fun as she uses her healing abilities to clear his body of impurities and make sure the nanovirus that slipped into his system is destroyed.
Filibuster has barely climaxed when a problem arises in Cherry Hill that requires his attention. Mecha-Maniac, a disembodied intelligence infecting devices and turning them into vehicular creatures that could have been dreamed up somewhere in Japan uses his, gender has never been established but it's assumed Mecha-Maniac was a dude at some point, abilities to warp an entire parking lot of cars and trucks into a colossal mechanical scorpion to attack Filibuster's mobile home. A ponderous claw flips the recreational vehicle with the heroes inside which shakes Filibuster awake and he's none too pleased when he comes to.
"So this is Bulwark's replacement?" A digital voice challenges. "I'm not impressed. The son of a crooked politician is the best you can do?" Then it notices that Filibuster has picked up a dumpster: "That's exactly what you are: TRASH!"
"Well," Quick Kitty giggles as Lady Mercy slides next to her, "He's about to take out some trash!"
"OW!" Mecha-Maniac yells as the thrown dumpster takes out its stinger. "You can throw?! I will crush you!" He grabs the bear with a clw but Filibuster ends up shredding the limb effortlessly. "How strong are you?"
"Strong enough to destroy you!" Filibuster replies in a challenging growl. "If I have to dismantle this body piece by piece to get to your black box; I will!"
"Brave words," Mecha-Maniac says as he animates cars to charge at Filibuster at full speed, "But can you back it up?"
Filibuster grabs the cars as they slam into him and flings them at what remains of the titanic metal scorpion. Mecha-Maniac continues to assault the bear until he runs out of vehicles to use. Quick Kitty disables filibuster's mobile home's engine so it can't be used against him.
Mecha-Maniac hits Filibuster with a claw and knocks him back somewhat but he just got miffed enough to uproot a light post and use it like a baseball bat. He leaps into battle with Mecha-Maniac using the lamp post as his weapon to bash its body until it collapses into a junk pile in the middle of the parking lot. News crews capture the whole thing for the evening's program as his father will use footage in a montage he will prepare to release on YouView bashing all "Masked Marauders" as continually calls all supers and especially his own son.
Insurance adjusters arrive on the scene just after Filibuster's mobile home drives off and more than a few of them yell curses at the super heroes until Mecha-Maniac takes over their cars to form something vaguely humanoid to give chase. Tech-Scent uses the wireless connection that Lady Mercy and Quick Kitty have with the base to send a disruptor beam at Mecha-Maniac's new body which causes the new form to collapse into its component parts and adds more vehicles to the junk pile while they begrudging take claims from furs of various mixed species. Mecha-Maniac is undaunted as he takes over a news chopper to continue pursuit.
Back at their base, Tech-Scent is monitoring the situation and brings up a special monitor that he made to contain Mecha-Maniac so he can stand trial. Besides having an extremely conservative news station chasing them the trip for the heroes is uneventful. For the conservative however, the trip gives the villain an open forum to vocalize his agenda non-stop without even pausing for commercials which in turn causes their ratings to tank and invites a vocal reprimand from a politician that usually has high praise for the station and its work: Pennsylvania Senator Seamus Kennedy.
Once at the base Filibuster and Quick Kitty report to the Dojo, the virtual reality training area where a turtle sporting a Fu Manchu moustache and a Karate gi greets them. Quick Kitty bows to the retired hero known as the Philosopher. Philosopher and Filibuster share a sly wink as the turtle has been a thorn in his father's side for years and Philosopher gave Filibuster some basic martial arts instruction as part of an inner city program Benjamin Franklin Kennedy was enrolled in because his father wasn't doing much to support his mother at the time.
Senator Seamus Kennedy stopped this as soon as he became aware of it as he was anti-mask back then as well. However the turtle kept tabs on the young bear and when he was transformed into Filibuster he held out hope that the bear would some kind of hero and is proud at how Filibuster turned out. Philosopher understands that most Filibuster's bad boy status stems from his feelings towards his father and if he does become a hearth Guard member Philosopher is going to help Filibuster grow beyond that and heal those wounds as he knows the boy inside the man is capable of being what others call a "True Hero" but what Philosopher quietly maintains as using your gift responsibly.
Quick Kitty is put on a treadmill and told to run as fast as she can and complies willingly with relish as the speedometer cranks up to a whopping 8, 000 MPH. Filibuster enters a crushing machine that tests how much weight he can press and ends up maxing out at 25 kilotons. Next comes the combat simulators where any new combat abilities are showcased.
Filibuster's body has developed a pair of new quirk in terms of increasing abilities he already had. He is now immune to suffocation as his body quickly adapts to various stimuli the computer puts forth to strangle him into submission. He can now leap a full nine hundred feet and while this not as impressive as how fast Quick Kitty can run it means he is no slouch in the movement ability with his Mobile Home now being a place to sleep at night.
Daphne finds she can do something besides run as she grabs a mecha-minion representing a generic mook and spins in place at tremendous speed causing various degrees of motion sickness in her victim. More destructive is when she lets go to a victim while spinning which creates a centrifugal slingshot effect that's only slightly less hurtful than a straight punch from Filibuster. By running in a tight circle Quick Kitty finds she can create localized windstorms that could be helpful in certain situations.
She also finds out some other abilities have improved as her awareness, presence, dexterity, and fighting sense have all increased somewhat. Ben Ken is till smarter and has more awareness than she does as well as better at fighting than she is and by the nature of his powers his strength and stamina far outshines hers. Much to her dismay his powers of persuasion are as great as hers and his tossing skill is much better, but she is better at things out so that gets his smirking until Filibuster just shrugs his shoulders as if it weren't a big deal.
Filibuster ultimately accepts the offer to join the Hearth Guard for the access to resources and to spite his father. Senator Kennedy goes on an hour long rant in congress that evening that CNN covers and the team watches including and especially Filibuster who sighs and shakes his head throughout the tirade. At least half the attacks are directed squarely at Filibuster so the team holds no grudges against him as they hold a press conference to announce Filibuster joining the Hearth Guard.
At Hearth Guard headquarters a party is arranged with red and black balloons everywhere both to mark Bulwark's passing and to celebrate Filibuster's joining the team. Banner sized photos of Bulwark are on display as Filibuster alters his costume slightly with the fist symbol losing the upraised middle finger and a black shield with a red star appearing on his back and forearms to along with the chevrons on his upper arms that he has to remind him of his past as US Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant Non-Commissioned Officer.
Politicians are not invited to the gala but the media is as a US Marine Corps Captain who runs the recruitment stations in New Jersey attends and Captain John Smith is the bulldog that recruited Benjamin Franklin Kennedy into the Marines in the first place. Filibuster salutes Captain John Smith when he sees the old dog and the officer does likewise as John Smith is actually proud of Filibuster as a marine who continues to defend America after being discharged with the full honors of an officer, commissioned or not. Members of the Marconi mob try to get into the party but unfortunately for them, Filibuster knows most of Samson Marconi's people on sight and has provided a list so they are refused at the door.
The party is in full swing when a trio of black helicopter gunships approach largely undetected until they surround the pier that the Hearth Guard Headquarters has situated itself. Dark silhouetted furs are broadcasted to the internal monitors and especially to the screen of the ballroom where the gala is taking place. They identify themselves as the Defenders of Normalcy, who have come to purge the boardwalk of all freaks.
Freaks by their definition includes all metafurs whether they be hero or villain. The heroes The heroes of the Hearth Guard get their normal guests to safety as Filibuster takes to the roof where stacks of manhole covers are in strategic locations as Bulwark liked having them for his convenience in situations like this. Tech-Scent activates the automated defenses only to have the DON helicopters shoot them out as Filibuster takes aim.
Bullets from the machine guns do nothing to Filibuster as he throws a manhole cover at a chopper like a discus and disables its rotor. One of the other two fires a rocket at Filibuster who grabs the missile and tosses it back to its sender. After it explodes the sat one fires all of its rockets at once which prompts Filibuster to start tossing manhole covers like mad.
Tech-Scent has gotten the base's defenses back on-line to diffuse the missiles as the DON chopper turns tail and runs. Unfortunately for them Filibuster is able knock out its engine and sends it careening into the ocean. Rather than get caught the pilot pulls the suicide switch and blows the vehicle sky high.
Filibuster gets a hero's welcome when he rejoins the party and the DJ plays "Go the Distance" in honor of his achievement with Ben Ken taking over the singing at some point. After the set is done the gala becomes a live recording of the Politico Plague Lab with DJ Filibuster which amuses Tech-Scent and slightly annoys Quick Kitty. In the live broadcast that goes the next day as a podcast Filibuster bashes his father and hints at how much of a hypocrite he is, although Ben Ken is careful to couch this as a rant more than anything else.
Politico Plague Lab becomes a feature on the Hearth Guard's web page with Quick Kitty learning a few tricks as she becomes Filibuster's co-host . Filibuster and Quick Kitty playing off of each other as part of the banter between sets quickly gets popular as even Tech-Scent guest DJs on the show. It's still a techno-industrial music program but eventually it goes to a three DJ format with each DJ providing two half hour sets of music that turns them on with the odd track of metal, exotica, surf rock and cool jazz thrown in just to expose the audience to new things as "experiments from the lab".
After the party concludes, Tech-Scent's robots clean up as Filibuster and quick Kitty relax in a hot tub while Lady Mercy has some fun with Tech-Scent in the showers before they join the other two in the clothing optional tub. Daphne is the one that started it mostly to have her way with Ben and she has his cock firmly between her legs and inside of her when they get company. There are times when moving at hyper speeds is detrimental to what she wants and sex is definitely one of those instances that Quick Kitty takes her time as she tries to prolong his climax as long as possible.
In fact Filibuster and Quick Kitty are too busy with each other to notice they have company until he quietly climaxes within her. Afterwards they smile and nod to Lady Mercy and Tech-Scent before going to the repurposed and formerly Bulwark's room with all the expansions needed for Filibuster's comfort. Quick Kitty moves in with him as they have agreed to start a relationship with each other now that he is an official member of the team and it helps keep him insulated from his father a bit as the Senator has even less jurisdiction over his life as part of a nationally recognized team of heroes. | FSE |
Title: Fox Hunt Ch. 03
Tags: superheroine, comics, bondage, domination, captured
**Chapter 3: Second Skin**
The crystal globe sang with reverberations as it rattled, the spotlight glinting off its surface in the darkness. Strong yet diminutive fists collided unrelentingly with the globe's interior wall with force enough to crumble mountains, but found pure diamentium giving no quarter. Perspiration began condensing on the taut sinuous muscles of the woman's defined back as she lashed out at the walls of her prison, her breath quickened, but steady. Silver Fox gritted her teeth as she threw herself into every punch, every ounce of her energy committed to her liberation, but diamentium proved itself more than a match for any force in the universe- even the greatest of all Foxes.
Red-faced and breathless, Silver slammed both fists angrily on the unbreakable crystal, growling in frustration. Exhausted, she leaned on the wall of her diamentium cell and shivered with rage, panting in silence until pointed words pierced the quiet...
"Undisciplined cow"
Silver's snow-white locks whipped around as she quickly turned to see a slim Asian woman dressed in green. "Bleeding chi all over the place- you spend so much energy and accomplish so very little." Jade Fox stood erect with her hands behind her back, one sharp eyebrow raised inquisitively, her mouth curled into a sneer. "It's so frustrating to see such power go to waste."
"You!" barked the captive heroine. "Let me out of here! I will not be treated this way!" she blustered as she crossed her arms over her naked breasts, her embarrassment feeding her seething anger.
"It seems like someone is shy..." grinned the Asian villainess as her black eyes caressed every inch of Silver's nakedness "Don't be...your body is quite a sight to behold."
"You *twisted*...let me out and I'll show you what my body can do!"
"I don't think so...as I said before- there are plans for you..."
Silver's eyes narrowed as it dawned on her that Jade's attention was no longer fixed on her, but on something beyond her...*behind* her. Spinning around, Silver's jaw dropped as she beheld a viscous pink substance bubbling up from the grated metal floor. "The slime!" she gasped, terrified. "You coward!" she roared at the evil Fox, "Are you too afraid to face me yourself?!?"
"Nonsense" retorted Jade, her hands now pressed up against the sphere, breathlessly watching the gelatinous mass growing within, "I've simply promised you to another..."
No sooner had the words escaped Jade's lips, that the slime began to shift and throb, it began to stretch and grow as if some creature within it were trying to escape. With the pulsing mass now a puddle three feet wide, the captive heroine pressed her back into the diamentium wall of her prison. Calm and flat as still water, movement began in the middle of the pink fluid. A small round shape began to rise out of the slime and slowly mould itself into its desired shape- a perfect likeness of the face of Silver Fox herself! Aghast, Silver watched as the pink face rose up out of its puddle to complete the head, then upwards to reveal the neck, shoulders, and onward until a complete impression of Silver Fox stood not five feet from her. But this was no mere statue- this slimy figure's breasts rose and fell in simulation of breath, eyes blinked autonomically, and as the puddle receded to be absorbed into the legs of this gelatinous being, it took its first step.
Horrified, Silver Fox turned to her captor and pounded frantically on the crystal globe. "Let me out!" she cried "Let me out of here! You bitch- come in here and face me yourself!"
Without warning, Silver felt something cool and wet grab her by the arm and spin her about, coming face to face with her mirror image as the creature clutched the heroine's wrists in it's greasy hands. It rammed Silver into the wall of her cell, their bellies touching, their groins grinding furiously as the creature's tongue slid up and down the heroine's neck. Silver trembled as her hands tingled with sensation. It felt as if something was under her skin fondling every nerve ending at once. Her body quaked with shameful delight and succumbed to the manipulations of her doppelganger.
It's will unopposed, the creature spun Silver Fox around, slamming her into the grated floor. The force of the impact shocked the heroine back to lucidity. Beneath this gelatinous beast, the heroine writhed and squirmed, but could not loose the death grip it held on her wrists. Her breath grew to a pant as the creature manipulated Silver's body chemistry and she found herself unwillingly in heat.
"They call you the greatest of the Foxes" spat Jade, "but all you power and all your training amounts to nothing when it comes to that tingle between your legs. When it comes down to it, you're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?"
Her voice quaking amidst her fading resolve, Silver fought to eke out words from her quivering lips."W-what is it d-d-*doing* to me...?"
"Not *what* darling...*who*. You're struggling against the good Doctor's latest creation; a sentient, liquid crystal automaton. We call her PLASMA....and she's very happy to meet you."
With Silver only faintly aware of Jade's words, the creature firmly and effortlessly pressed the heroine's arms to the floor above her head. There, with the Silver's wrists tightly in its grip, the slimy hands oozed and melted, until the heroine's hands were securely stuck to the grated floor. Satisfied that it's prey was properly restrained, the creature pulled it's arms away, while leaving the hands manacled around Silver's wrists, the creature's arms forming new hands in their place. "Plasma" was now free to have her way with Silver Fox, and the heroine could do nothing, her hands adhered to the floor.
Plasma gazed down on her captive with translucent eyes, her gaze pouring enviously over Silver's body. The creature's hands cupped its breasts and slid down her torso in anticipation, imagining how it would feel with a body of her own. Her hands drifted down to her crotch, gliding back and forth across her groin teasing the spot, manipulating it, until suddenly, a point began to stick out. A single spot between her legs, further and further out it sprouted until Plasma had formed a fully erect 10-inch cock.
"NO!" screeched Silver Fox "No! You *wouldn't!*"
"Calm down- In order to have a smooth transition, Plasma needs to relax you" cooed Jade Fox cryptically
Positioning herself at the mouth of Silver's pussy, Plasma carefully slid the slick head of her cock inside the heroine, and began to thrust. Silver instinctively tugged on her bound hands, but succeeded only in arching her back as waves of pleasure washed over her. Plasma's smouldering passion grew into wildfire as her hips rocked back and forth with increasing speed and aggression. Silver, her arousal matched only by her shame, uncontrollably wrapped her legs around Plasma's round, pink ass and pulled the creature deeper into herself while the greatest (and proudest) of all Foxes moaned like a whore.
Translucent hands slid up the heroine's body to her shapely tits, flopping back and forth as they were with every push. Cupping one breast in each hand, Plasma squeezed and fondled Silver, her fingers playing with the Fox's nipples as her slimy essence oozed into Silver's pours, further stimulating her from the inside out. The eroticism now at a fever pitch, the doppelganger lowered her face to her original and brought Silver's desperate mouth to hers. Their tongues frantically caressed and massaged each other, Silver's hips undulating as she hungrily pushed Plasma's member deeper into her sex with every fuck.
Her fingers interlocked, Silver felt the gelatinous cuffs around her wrists dissolve and disappear into her skin as the stimulating effects rushed down her arms and throughout her ecstatic body. Her lover's arms now free, Plasma sat back on her heels and grabbed Silver's left leg, swinging it over the right, rolling the heroine onto her side before pressing herself into Silver's back and continued thrusting as she fucked the pacified Fox in the spooning position. Gripping her lover's generous tits, Plasma massaged the bountiful mammaries while Silver's hands found their way to Plasma's and gripped them, squeezing her breasts even harder while she leaned her head back to eagerly kiss her doppelganger. Their lips playfully wrestling, Silver felt a tingle on her tongue as if kissing a battery.
Pulling loose from the liplock, Plasma hugged Silver's body tightly as she pumped her hips harder and harder with each thrust while Silver raced towards orgasm. Her excitement growing, Silver's breath grew more rapid, the tingling inside her spreading until finally her body granted her the release she so desperately craved and climaxed, the heroine crying out as she came.
Breathless, Silver panted as she wriggled in Plasma's embrace, her protestations now wholly forgotten in the post-coital glow. Her nose nestled in Silver's neck, Plasma enfolded herself into the heroine, the two spooning tightly on the grated metal floor. Enjoying the sensations that her double had evoked, Silver suddenly noticed Plasma hugging *tighter*, and *closer*. *But they were already belly-to-back*, Silver thought, *how could the embrace get any closer*? Then, puzzlement gave way to panic as Silver realized that Plasma had once again become liquid, and was now enwrapping her! Pink slime oozed around Silver's body from back to front, the heroine was terrified but unable to move- having trickled deep into the young Fox's biology, Plasma had immobilized Silver's body, leaving her petrified. Unable to lift a finger to repel this assault, Silver's terror gave voice to a scream.
As the slimy form of Plasma encased Silver Fox, the heroine could feel the automaton seep into her pours and push deeper into her anatomy- into her skin, her organs, and through her bloodstream. The pain was unimaginable, but then hijacking one's nervous system is no gentle procedure. One by one Silver could feel her synapses fall to this invasion. Gradually, sensation returned to her, and the pink coating around her felt as if an extension of her body.
With a broad smile, Jade Fox removed a small device from her belt and tapped the touchscreen. With an audible *swoosh*, a section of Silver's spherical prison slid away and the evil Fox stepped into the glass menagerie and knelt down to the subdued heroine. Gently laying hands on the young woman's body, Jade tenderly ran her fingers through Silver's snow-white hair while soothingly shushing.
"There there" the villainess cooed, "just relax." Taking Silver's now-pink hand in hers, Jade sat up and placed another hand on her back. "We'll take it slowly now, just try to stand up."
Shattered, Silver whimpered as she looked up at the evil Fox. "I...I don't think I *can*..."
Jade's thin lips hardened and pursed as she looked down upon the fallen heroine. "I wasn't talking to *you*!" she snapped.
Startlingly, Silver's limbs began to move with no effort on her part. Her alarm grew when her body seemed to move with a mind of it's own while lumbering shakily to her feet. "Wh-what's happening?" she blurted "Why can't I control myself?!?"
Only half-listening, Jade grinned from ear to ear as she admired Silver's new exterior. The pink film covered the heroine's body from the tips of her fingers all the way up her arms and down her torso, with most of her front exposed save her breasts and crotch. The film then tapered off around her legs, leaving her legs bare, until covered again by pink film in the style of stilettoed thigh-high boots. Plasma had bonded so completely to Silver Fox that it formed a second skin. To rip it off her body would be akin to tearing flesh from the bone. Finally at rest, Plasma was no longer a slime, but crystallized into a prism or jewel. Nonetheless, it still moved with fluidity and grace as if liquid. Jade's hands glided over Silver's new form, groping every facet of her body as she circled her- Silver making no attempt to recoil, only a small tensing of her muscles being the best she could manage.
"I'm sorry, Silver" purred Jade Fox, "But your magnificent body is simply too valuable to do away with. I'm afraid it's been repurposed."
"What are you *talking* about?" Silver stammered "What have you *done* to me?!?!"
The villainess cuddled up to her captive and brought her face inches away from Silver's- staring hungrily into her eyes while the heroine stood paralyzed, her gaze locked straight ahead.
"You see, Silver" Jade continued, "Plasma can take any shape she wants, but it's like tensing a muscle- she can only keep it up for so long before she has to relax back into her liquid state. She needs a proper container...and she's grown quite enamoured with you!"
*"M....ME?!"* squeaked the heroine.
"Yes, Silver. When Plasma first engulfed you during your capture, she probed every crevice of you, creating a perfect mould. And now that she's got you all mapped out, she's moving in! While she manipulated your body chemistry she's molecularly bonded with you! Seeping into you, right down to your marrow and saturating every cell in your body...which will- in the immediate future- become *her* body!"
"NO!" shrieked Silver Fox "*No!* You can't do this! It's *my body*!
"*It's already too late*!" giggled Jade, "She's asserting control over every biological function, and you're being squeezed out! She's fast at work augmenting you! Increasing strength, speed- and you're powerless to lift a finger! Think of it...my very own *Fox Golem*!"
Silver Fox's mind raced with terror while her body stood submissively at attention. Supremely satisfied, Jade clasped Silver's hand and stepped out of the opening in the holding cell, leading Silver's body obediently along. Try as she might, Silver Fox could offer no resistance- her body had a new mistress. Now out in the open, Jade stood Silver still, holding the heroine's face in her hands, and smiled.
"I wouldn't worry too much about not being in control" mused the villainess, "You won't have to suffer the indignity long."
Pulling Silver close to her, Jade nuzzled into the heroine, one hand on the nape of her neck, and one on the small of her back.
"When Plasma seeps deep enough into your brain, she'll begin to assimilate your thoughts. One by one, she'll devour and absorb your memories until she is all that remains, and there is nothing left of you- *murdered in your own mind*.
"No!" Cried the heroine, "*Goddess* *NO!"*
Franticly, she tried to summon every ounce of willpower to command her limbs to lash out- run away- anything! But to no avail. There she stood, unable to break free of the Asian villainess' loving embrace.
Pulling her face away from her captive's, Jade slid her one hand from Silver's back to her abs, and then downward.
"Soon, Plasma" cooed Jade, "Soon your life will be your own. Until then..." Jade's fingers found Silver's crotch, and began messaging her pussy "...allow me to give you a housewarming present."
Silver was startled at the unfamiliar feeling rousing in her loins. Plasma was now a part of her body, and she could feel what she felt, just as intuitively as her own skin. The heroine felt the sensation grow until it felt as if it would spill out of her...and then, it did. To her disbelief, the viscous fluid around her womanhood shifted and swirled until it protruded and grew- forging itself into a 10-inch cock!
A pleased Jade took the phallus in her hand and began to firmly stroke the shaft. Silver, disgusted as she was, was no less overpowered by this stimulation as Plasma expertly manipulated her pleasure centres.
"Enjoy this, Hero" Jade said breathily as she slid down to her knees before the subdued heroine, "It will be the greatest rapture of your life..." pulling the geisha sticks out of her hair, Jade's raven locks tumbled down her back, and the evil Fox looked up at Silver's terror-stricken face. "*And it might just be the last*!"
With that, Jade took Silver Fox's long pink cock into her mouth and went to work. Horrified as she was, Silver was overcome by such ecstasy, and was carried away by the bliss of her first blow job.
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A cold, sharp pain shot through Violet Fox's jaw as it slammed onto the grated steel floor. Her head swimming, she still had the wherewithal to make out the giggling of her assailant over her shoulder. A shaft of light from the open doorway illuminated Jade Fox standing over Violet with arms crossed.
A self-satisfied smirk on the villainess' face, her eyes poured over every inch of Violet's naked body. Having spent over an hour beating the young heroine, she now admired her handiwork, studying Violet's muscles as they quivered and strained while she slowly pushed herself off the floor. Gleefully, Jade took note of what parts still remained in good shape- making mental notes to work over those areas next session.
"I hope you didn't get *too* carried away..." came a voice from the doorway. Jade looked back over her shoulder to spy a tall black figure, adorned with a snow-white bustier standing just inside the shadowy holding cell. One hand was sliding the white silk of her glove across her clavicle, while the other held a black leather medical bag in front of her. "...I know how much you enjoy your work."
"Pearl Fox" Jade answered inquisitively, her head nodding towards the bag in her cohort's possession. "Don't tell me you're growing concerned for these whores' well-being?"
"Orders, I'm afraid" chimed Pearl, "Vanessa wants to stretch their misery out as long as possible, so I'm to see to her minimal needs."
Jade let out a *humph* as she looked back to Violet, shakily getting to her feet, her arms wrapped around her battered body. "It would be kinder just to put her out of her misery..." the Asian Fox said snidely as she leaned in closer to her prey, "You hear that, cow? We're setting you back up just so we can knock you down again tomorrow."
Spinning on her heel, Jade strode back the way she had entered, leaving the captive Fox in Pearl's charge. As she passed, Pearl noticed that Jade was wearing her hair down today, and had a little spring in her step. *Things must have gone well with Silver,* she thought, and the cell door slid shut behind Jade as she made her way back to her quarters to rendezvous with her new girlfriend.
Violet Fox grimaced as she fought to remain vertical, her eyes full of fury as they met Pearl. "Whatever you've got" she choked "you can keep it...I won't have-" Without warning, the heroine's spiteful words were cut off, as her strength gave out and she stumbled. She momentarily lost her balance and would have fallen flat on her face again, were it not for the waiting silk hands of Pearl Fox. Deftly grabbing Violet by the arms, she managed to steady the heroine and keep her upright. Her soothing touch immediately placated the injured brunette, who compliantly walked as the villainess led her to the prison cot in the corner. Sitting Violet down, Pearl perched herself beside her and unclasped her leather bag. "I'm serious..." Violet eked, "I don't want anything you-" Her words were cut off again, but this time by the ivory-clad Fox.
"Quiet" Pearl gently said. It was not an order. "Please listen, we don't have a lot of time." Reaching into her bag, Pearl removed a clear plastic container the size of a Dixie cup. Unscrewing the lid, she thrust it into Violet's hands. "Vanessa's been milking Butter nonstop, she's been giving us all doses...this is all I could spare without being noticed."
Placing one hand on the heroine's shoulder, she brought the container to the heroine's mouth. Confused, Violet was in no condition to resist and drank the milk obediently. The Sweet taste of Fox milk sent a tingle through her lips and a warm feeling through her body as she swallowed. Gradually, the dull pain throughout her body eased, although it did not disappear.
Composing herself, Violet looked suspiciously at Pearl, for she could not fathom the reason for such compassion. "I...I don't understand..." she managed, "Why would you...?"
Anxious, Pearl interrupted yet again. "We all admit that the Institute has significant faults, but not all of us are comfortable with Vanessa's course of action. Her methods are...*questionable* at best." Agitated, Pearl took Violet's hands in hers and held them tightly. "I have to get back. For the time being, you have to endure until we can make our move." Spontaneously, Pearl's head darted in and brought her glossy lips to Violet's- placing a quick, sweet kiss before standing up and dashing back to the doorway with her bag in hand. The door opened with a *swish,* and Pearl spun back around to Violet. "We'll think of something- until then, you have to hold on- *please*!"
And with that, the door *swished* shut again, and Violet was left sitting on the cot. Speechless, she touched her hand to her mouth, the taste of the kiss still fresh on her lips.
***TO BE CONTINUED...*** | literotica |
Title: Chapter 9 - The Coming Threat! N.D.'s Arrival! by Eurasia M
Tags: Action, Adventure, Dragoness, Human, No-Yiff, Plot Development
Before this story starts, I would like to thank my good friends Jack and Noct. If it wasnt for him, this story wouldnt have happened. Also, all characters here are copyright of Eurasia21xx. Do not use in your stories without consulting me first.
The silence was then broken by another scream, Rizan shutting her eyes out of her panic. She expected to be killed by the blade, but she felt no pain at all. There was a wind blowing at her body, along with the sound of thunder. One of her eyes slowly opened, as she meeped out a squeal of surprise from what she is watching.
"Hold on there Lord...there is no need to hurt this young dragoness. That was not part of the plan...We have what we came for. Let us leave and start the operation and make the dragoons pay.", said Aisarue, his sword blocking the sword as it sparked with terrible might. Aisarue looked at Rizan, staying silent before looking back at N.D..
As quickly as the thrust was made, he quickly retracted his sword and re-sheathed it, "I see that you still have some feeling for this dragoness...Very well then. We'll re-group and start the plan after you open the Unison box...", he said before vanishing in a quick flash. Aisarue breathed a sigh of relief, the sword in his hand still having a bit of an electric shock.
Aisarue's sword was also re sheathed, but the hand he was holding it with was charred and bloody which he hid behind himself. Abyssion walked up to Aisarue, putting a hand on his shoulder, "You're love for them will get you killed...don't do that again to the Lord. I'm surprised he acted so calm from that...", he advised, taking out his P.I.C. and pressing a few buttons.
Then instantly like N.D., he left the area as well in a flash. Omega, laughing his head off was holding his sides with his P.I.C. in his hand before warping out as well. Quickly after N.D. exited, Rizan was free from his power and Shyranrya started to fall from the ceiling, "AHHH! IM FALLING--OOF!", she shouted, only to be caught in the arms of Aisarue.
They met eyes for a second before he just dropped her by Rizan with a light thud. He snapped his fingers, making the P.I.C. appear in his hands, "Don't get the wrong idea Rizan, and Shyranrya. The only reason I saved you was because Eurasia won't let you die. I could care less if you were killed...keep that in mind..."
He was pressing buttons on his P.I.C., Rizan quickly getting up and helping Shyranrya as well. She did not believe what he was saying, "Eurasia...I knew you were still alive...and you protected us once more...", she mumbled, looking down to the ground. She heard Aisarue re sheathing his sword, but what caught her attention was the faint sound of something dripping from his hand but lost sight of it since put the hand behind him.
Shyranrya's attention was then directed at Aisarue, spotting something in his eyes, "He's still alive...I can feel him and...see him...hes inside of him. I feel the sorrow and pain he is in due to the situation"
"Well, I have to run now...don't forget that friends are worthless and sharing information about anything is a waste of time. Especially Eurasia's friends...", was the last thing Aisarue stated before warping out.
That last message made Shyranrya think, before she remembered something important. She grabbed Rizan by her arm and started to pull her to the entrance of the cave, "Rizan, hurry! We have to check if Hamelis is alright! We almost forgot that she was attacked outside!", she shouted, very worried if Hamelis was hurt or not.
Rizan's puzzled thoughts were then cleared up by the truth, as she started to run with Shyranrya, "Oh my gosh! You are right! She was the first one attacked out of the three of us!"
*
"Well, you took quite the beating there old friend. I still can't believe what Falcon did...we have to put a stop to him. But I have to ask you a few questions first before I can take action."
Abu, all bandaged up was feeling much better was in a sick bed ever since. DarkStar was by his side, while Zero was away on business. He took out the note that he had taken from his body and pointed it towards him, "This note I found in your hand, when you reappeared. What did you mean by it? I need to know everything so I can know how to go about taking out Falcon.", he growled, balling up a fist with a chilling aura around it.
Abu looked down, starting to shake a bit, "Y-you...you don't understand DarkStar...everything had gone by exactly how he wanted...He wanted to be captured, so he could get what you guys got recently. At first he did not understand your sudden power-up, but it all made sense to him after he spent some time in solitary. Now...theres no way you can beat him on your own since he also acquired it...", he said, fumbling with his hands.
DarkStar had many ideas on what to do, but had no idea on what he was talking about. He was about to ask, until there was a knock on the door.
"Open up! Please! Its an emergency!", yelled a voice from outside. The door was being pounded, annoying DarkStar as he got up quickly and opened the door. As it opened wide, Zero pushed his way in and ran into DarkStar.
The two fell to the ground with a thud, Zero being pushed back and DarkStar knocked forward. Abu laughed at the two, thinking it was a bit funny that they had run into each other, "Heh, you guys stop that...this is no time for games. Zero, what is it?", he asked, curious as to what emergency he had to tell.
Zero shook his head, quickly got up and made his way to Abu's side. DarkStar was a bit annoyed, as he got up and immediately whacked Zero upside his head, "You moron...watch where you going.", he warned. He shrugged then sat back in the chair by Abu's bed, "Ok, what is this big emergency? I did not get a message on anything on this yet."
"OW!", Zero shouted, holding his head with both hands. He was about to respond to DarkStar, but he remembered the big important message. The green P.I.C. was taken out of his pocket and he pressed many buttons on it, "Its better for you all to see for yourself. I'm going to transmit it to Abu's new P.I.C., that new holographic screen will be easier for everyone to see it."
Abu chuckled, feeling quite humble from the comment. He took out the Advanced P.I.C. and booted it up, before a large holographic screen was formed right above the P.I.C.. DarkStar's attention was completely pointed towards it, grinning as he analyzed how Abu was touching the screen even though it wasn't really solid, "Impressive. I see this has the be the new generation of P.I.C.. Abu has outdone himself this time with this new invention.", he thought.
With the flick of his wrist, the screen turned blue with white text. Abu looked at it and started to read the emergency news article, "Ok...according to this report from Stanis.."Dragoons, this is an emergency situation! The recent event of the wanted DS dragoon Falcon was unexpected and dealt us a hard blow. But recently, we have just found out that a very important item was stolen. In Storage area Delta, the crate that held 1000 expansion shards were stolen. Also stolen were a box containing the first new Advanced P.I.C.s which were recently designed by the Chief Engineer of D.O.O.P.. This is a big matter, as we must prepare for the worst, since we have no idea what he plans to use them for. For now, the only reprieve we have is that the failsafe in a dragoon spirit will prevent him from using more than one shard. Dragoons, stay sharp and be on your guards, as missions will now be much more dangerous. That is all for now, as we will keep you up to date as more unfolds."
The three dragoons all were confused to the last part of the message, thinking of why he would steal such a thing. The Advanced P.I.C. was turned off the they all sat around each other.
"Great...now more bad news. Why he steal so many expansion shards? A dragoon spirit can only handle one and I doubt a DS dragoon spirit can handle more than that. Only thing I can think is of is if he had others working with him, but I doubt that", said Zero, looking at the two in hopes of thinking.
Abu had nothing to say at this point, but he was already thinking as DarkStar mumbled under his breath about something. No words, no nothing in the room, before a loud ringing broke the thinking silence between them.
Zero looked down and took out his P.I.C, only to find that he had a message sent to him, "Huh? I have a message...but it doesn't say who its from..."
Abu leaned over and looked at it, before coming to a conclusion, "The only way that is possible is if you were messaged from someone who has the Advanced P.I.C.. Since that is another new feature I added called private messages.", explained Abu, as Zero started to read the message.
*
Immediately after their confrontation with the dragonesses, the group of three DS Dragoons and Lord N.D. arrived back in the land of the dead. Known as Bloodheart, it is a land where malice and evil manifest into physical form. Bones of unlucky travelers were everywhere, along with no living life forms around besides monsters that were made from the dark emotions and thoughts of others.
The sky was a blood red, with lightning streaking through the sky from the amount of darkness around. The four stood in front of the ruins of the tomb where N.D. was freed. N.D. walked forward first before a large monster, a goblin type with horns and 12 feet tall lunged from a rock.
The trio behind N.D. just stood back, as N.D. lifted an arm and stopped the growling goblin in midair. Nothing was said to it, until N.D. lifted his other arm close to the other one , "Pathetic...", he whispered, before separating his arms quickly.
Before it could yell, the goblin was torn in half. The cries in pain was silenced, its blood and organs dripping to the floor. With another flick of his wrist, he tossed the halves away and blew the blood away into the air in the distance.
"With that pest out of the way, we can continue. Now that we are back, let us prepare for the invasion. Although I was defeated by "him", he cannot stop my plans this time. My army will rise again, as we will rule over all."
N.D. walked on the ruins of his tomb, smiling that the one thing that had kept him away from the world was destroyed. Aisarue, Abyssion and Omega all stood behind him, awaiting for their next orders. Abyssion held the box tightly in his arms, but Aisarue kept on staring at it and wondering what the writing on the front meant. A riddle for how to open the box but a riddle that he could not crack.
"Yawn...this is so boring. What are we supposed to be doing next? Standing around is no fun!", Omega complained. He then made his way over a tree and sat down under it before falling asleep. Aisarue also was getting a bit annoyed that nothing was being done, but Abyssion just remained calm and awaited orders.
"Hmm?", muttered N.D., turning around and making his way to the two brothers. Aisarue quickly turned his attention to N.D. and wondered why he would pay mind to them now.
"Well now...I see you are bored little one.", he explained, then turning his attention at Abyssion. "Give him what he deserves, the power of the Unison box. I have...prior business to take care of. It seems that hes done his part and is awaiting me to pick up the parcels. In the mean time while I'm gone, take care of that."
Instantly, he vanished from sight in a flash and a gust of wind. The land thundered again, as the brothers faced each other. Abyssion placed the box on the ground between them. He pointed to a circular indent in the front of the box as he dug into his pocket, "The riddle states, "Two halves of a mother's love". You do understand what is needed, since it cannot be opened without you."
Aisarue thought hard, keeping his eye on him as he took out something from his pocket. Upon seeing it, he knew right away what was needed, and started to dig into his pocket, "No wonder...that last momento was the last thing his loving mother left behind..."
They both held up their halves of the coin, given to them by their supposed mother. Abyssion led the opening of the box, placing his half into the indent as it locked into place. There was a click, showing that the coin was now locked into place. The magical energy within was now pushing on the box, a white light being emitted from under the cover. Moments after, the box started to shake, the pressure intense since the seal was weakened.
Abyssion grabbed the box, still rocking in his arms as he pointed the box at Aisarue, "Quickly, open the box so that the power you want can be yours..."
Without hesitation, he laughed as he pressed in the second half into the indent. Almost immediately, the box stopped shaking. The lid slowly opened, the two brothers keeping their eyes peeled before the box was fully opened. As they peered into the box, they both growled in frustration only to find it empty.
"WHAT!? You mean this stupid box is empty!? Fuck! Why?!", shouted Aisarue, grabbing the box and tossing it to the ground. Abyssion picked up the box and looked inside of it, his eyes opening in surprise as he tossed it back on the ground.
Aisarue jumped in anger, starting to power up his spirit with pure anger until he felt his brother's hand on his shoulder, "Relax, no need to get angry over something that wouldn't had made a difference anyway. The Lord will ensure that everyone falls under our power."
Power was all that he wanted, but he did not want someone else to do it. Not only what he wanted was a fake, now he had to continue following N.D.. His power even made him quake with fear, but something about it intrigued him. Aisarue was curious on how he acquired his power, since it felt much to similar to his own. There was nothing he could do know but wait until N.D. came back.
*
On the other side of Bloodheart, N.D. awaited for something to arrive while he chuckled to himself, "He should be arriving by now. I will soon be able to bring back my army once I get rid of the dragoons. First thing after destroying them is to bring back the Jadow, my loyal followers. Then, any remaining dragoons will be quickly dealt with..."
The sky thundered and roared, before a bolt of lightning struck right in front of N.D.. He did not seem to be surprised, but actually pleased as a body came into view from the smoke. The person started to move, dragging something huge behind him as the smoke cleared away.
"I have what you requested my lord. The expansion shards and the new Advanced P.I.C.s are in the crate exactly as you told me. They never suspected a thing, and without Abu, they will be thrown into confusion. Not to mention that the manufacturing of the new P.I.C.s will be on hold for quite the while.", said the figure, tossing a large 10 ft x 10ft wooden crate over to N.D.. Without flinching, he stopped the flying crate, but in midair. The crate was floating for but a moment, before landing right in front of him with a loud thud. He ripped the side of the crate and looked inside, getting out a smaller box about half the size of the crate itself, but it was made of metal and was colored black. Along with the black box was a suitcase, labeled "For Stanislavsky", on it.
"Well done...Falcon. You have served me well, getting me all the materials needed for my invasion strategy on the dragoons. As your reward, I will give you the same power that made Eurasia and his pathetic friends much stronger. But your increase in strength will surpass their own", stated N.D. opening the black box.
Inside were thousands of tiny crystals, all glittering and shining with magical energy emitting from them. One was picked up by N.D. but the crystal in his hand turned to black seconds later, the white glow that seemed to show righteousness turned into a black glow that seemed to emit a cold feeling of despair.
Falcon stared, walking involuntarily towards him, "The Dark Expansion Shard...exactly as you said my lord. Please, let me have it!", said Falcon anxiously, already standing in front of him. Before he knew it, the Dark Expansion Shard was in his hands and making his DS dragoon spirit glow an eerie purple. He held the shard tightly, before it vanished from his hand in to form of dark energy.
N.D. stood back, Falcon's body being covered in dark lightning. Suddenly, there was a large explosion, blowing away everything in the area. N.D. made a protective shield for the box of shards and the P.I.C.s, until the energy died down. Falcon laughed, holding his arm tight, "This power...exactly as I alway thought it would be!", he shouted with glee, powering down and looking at N.D..
N.D. blew away the debris around him and walked over to him while holding the briefcase in his hand. He opened it up to reveal 4 Advanced P.I.C.s, as he handed one to Falcon an Advanced P.I.C., "This is for you. I have one more job for you to do for me. If you are successful, you will get another reward. One that is even greater than your newfound powers."
Falcon chuckled and nodded, "Yes my lord. What do you want me to do?"
*
"Are you sure he'll be here? He might think its a trap, since you did make the message private. What will we do if he doesn't follow our message? I don't know...", said Shyranrya, dressed in the same black attire she had on the night she had bought Eurasia.
Rizan, who was standing by her was looking around the area, as if expecting someone was thinking about something important, "Well...at least Hamelis was alright. She was just knocked out and was unharmed. I just hope he comes, but out here in the middle of nowhere is better than her cave. Can't have her ", she thought before noticing was Shyranrya was saying.
Hamelis hid behind a large rock and had her back to it, listening to Shyranrya's doubt before lifting her head up to look at her, "You worry just a bit too much...I believe that we should keep up our faith until it happens. If you keep thinking like that, he just might not come.", she joked, sticking a tongue out at her playfully.
Rizan came up from behind her and jumped on her back, making her shake and yelp a bit before looking at her, "Yea! Keep up the faith, for Eurasia's sake. If anyone can help us, its them. Although I have never met his friends, but from what you have told me...I feel that we can trust them."
Hearing the feelings of both sides, she decided that she should help them keep faith. She held Rizan tightly and started to give her a piggy back ride, walking in a big circle before a strong wind came by them. The wind was very powerful, causing the dress on Shyranrya to lift up and exposing her personal parts, "Eeep! What is this wind!", she yelped, quickly putting Rizan down and pulling her dress back down.
Rizan looked around, her P.I.C. beeping wildly before hearing a voice from it, "Attention, another dragoon in the direct area! Closing in at 50 feet...40...30...20...10....is now directly in the vicinity."
The two dragonesses looked around, but saw nothing. The large breeze had died down, but there was no one around them. Hamelis stayed still behind her rock, but couldn't see anyone as well, before she looked up. It was hard to see, the sun in her eyes, but she managed to make out a figure floating in midair above them. Upon seeing this, she yelled from her rock at them both, "Hes above us!"
Rizan and Shyranrya quickly looked up and saw the figure land right in front of them. As their eyes adjusted, the figure came into focus, "Well, this is rather unexpected. The ones who were with Eurasia...all three of you.", he said, looking very serious and at the rock that Hamelis was hiding behind.
Rizan bowed, as well as Shyranrya in respect to one of Eurasia's friends. Rizan walked up to him, holding out a piece of paper, "You are Zero...right? I hope that you can help us save Eurasia...hes still alive.", she said, offering him the rolled up paper. Zero stared questioningly, but saw that the dragonesses were no threat to him, so he took it and opened it up.
It turned out that the paper was a note, "Huh?...this note is definitely Eurasia's hand writing..", he mumbled as he read the note. This letter made Zero gasp, dropping it to the ground in shock, "Wha...you mean that...he did everything so that...you'd be safe? That sounds just like him."
The chirping of the birds echoed in the silence of the forest, followed by a light breeze. This breeze very gentle and soothing compared to the last, as Zero smiled and handed the note back to Rizan, "Thank you for contacting me about this matter. To repay you three wonderful dragonesses, I do have news to share. My good friend found the cure to help bring Eurasia back to normal!", he exclaimed, letting a small whirlwind of air surround him before dispelling it.
Before he knew it, he was surrounded by dancing dragonesses and a large one who had jumped out form behind a rock. This news was very great for them, now that they knew that he could be saved. Bringing good news to those who really care about Eurasia made Zero feel good. He also wondered why were they considered to be a dangerous threat.
Hamelis chuckled before realizing something important and tapping them all with her tail, "Wait! Don't forget to tell him about what Aisarue said before leaving!", she reminded, staring at Rizan and Shyranrya before looking at Zero. The two stopped dancing and smacked their heads at the same time, feeling a bit dumb on not remembering.
Everything that had just happened did not make sense, but he heard his name so he assumed that it had to do about something with him thought Zero. Hamelis nodded at Rizan, which was the single for her to explain.
She took a seat on the ground and cleared her throat to prepare the message, "Well, Eurasia..I mean Aisarue mentioned something about a plan to make the dragoons pay. He was with some really weird guy whom they referred to as "N.D." or something like that...he was frightening.", she said, shivering and holding herself tightly.
The name made him think for a moment, as if he had heard the name before. He pondered for a moment, the dragonesses awaiting silently for answer before he realized it with fear, "Wait...N.D.?! It can't be..."
*
In the office of Stanislavsky, he was holding a meeting for all the top authority in D.O.O.P.. The room was large and spacious, with everything a leader needed to run an organization. Along with a meeting table, he had his own large screened computer for receiving and sending messages. Nocturnophile and Firon were among the group, as they sat down to business on a long table. It was then that they started to discuss their thoughts, ideas and plans from the current events that have occurred recently. Stanis, in his formal clothing of ceremonial robes with the sign of the dragon in the middle, started the meeting right away.
"Ok, everything seems grim at this point. Not only did we lose a valuable member, but this incident with Falcon has lowered our defenses. I need your thoughts on how to continue about this matter. We lost a huge supply of the expansion shards, which could be used against us. The only thing that we know is that he wouldn't be able to use more than one, thanks to the hero of legend. But, he may use the rest for an army of DS Dragoons, which would be the end of us.", said Stanis and he looked at the rest.
There was mumbling and murmuring, all focused on the matter of Falcon. It seems that he was the biggest threat, since it held just destructive results. Firon saw Falcon as no threat, as he knew that Falcon would never accept help from others besides his closest friends. Nocturnophile's thoughts however were on Eurasia, thinking on how best to end the misery he is causing, but had regrets about doing it.
He remembered the good times they had, the accomplishments he had done, and the goodwill to always help others. How he could've turned evil was still a mystery in his mind, but he was pulled out from his thoughts, as an alarm sounded.
The group's attention were now turned to the scream, as the writing in red read, "Incoming Message". Before they knew it, the face of N.D. appeared on the screen. The group of authority in D.O.O.P. all gasped and trembled, knowing the identity of the messenger.
"Attention all Dragoons! This is a message of a catastrophe that will occur soon . I am finally back into the physical world, and ready to continue the plan that was foiled all those years past. Without your hero, you are all weak and helpless. I cannot wait to hear your screams of anguish and sorrow as I make you beg for death...In just three days, it will be the end of the protectors of dragons! The keepers of the balance! D.O.O.P. WILL FALL! HAHAHAHA!", shouted N.D. laughing manically as this message was being played to every P.I.C. in D.O.O.P. | FSE |
Title: 14 Days on the Mountain Pt. 05
Tags: ffm, two women one man, lesbian, creampie, interracial
*Before you read this work, please note that it is adult oriented and very sexually explicit. Also, it is very lengthy and broken into 10 'parts' that should be read in order. Most of them will stand on their own, but certain nuances of the story will be better understood if each part is read in succession.*
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PART V (day 8)
Upon our return to the cabin, I grabbed a quick shower to wash the sex and trail grime off of my body. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I exited the bathroom and walked the ten or so feet to my room. Once inside I gave the door a little kick, closing it, and then finished drying with the towel from around my waist. After I was through toweling off, I dropped onto my bed, face down and still nude. My intention was to just lay there and relax for a few minutes, then get dressed and head downstairs for a pre-dinner brew. I remember going over the happenings of the day in my mind and then thinking about how tired I was from those events. The hike combined with the sex had taken more of a toll on me than I had at first thought.
The next thing I knew was the feel of firm, graceful hands moving over my naked body. Once I was awake enough to realize what was going on, my eyes snapped open to find Cheryl kneeling beside the bed. "Nice butt," she snickered.
"What's going on?" I sleepily questioned.
She explained that it was almost supper time and she had come to fetch me. "I knocked on your door and when I got no response, I peeked in to see if you were sleeping," she said. "When I saw you laying there naked, I just couldn't resist having a little fun," she confessed, still running her hand over my ass cheeks and lower back.
"Well, you're the best alarm clock I've had for a while..." I said, "Do you run on batteries or do you need to be wound up?" I joked.
"Oh you definitely have to wind me up!" she said laughingly.
I closed my eyes again and smiled, thinking about the fun of 'winding her up'. At just that moment, I heard a swoosh of air and felt her hand smack down, fairly hard, on my butt. It smarted a bit and I jerked around, rolling my ass away from her. I snapped, "Hey! What in the hell was that for?"
"I told you to be gentle with my little girl," she said, very matter-of-factly. "I saw the bite marks," she added.
"That wasn't my idea," I stammered in my own defense. "She asked me... No, she nearly begged me to do it," I continued, a twinge of panic running through the pit of my stomach.
"Yeah, I know," she chuckled, bringing me a quiet sigh of relief. "When she gets really excited, especially with someone she really likes, she does that," Cheryl explained.
"She's hard to deny," I offered, with the woman nodding in agreement.
She reached out to find my soft cock, which was now facing her, and said, "Speaking of 'hard'..."
Her fingers encircled my tool and she began to softly pull on me. Instantly, the blood begin to fill my shaft and I started to swell in her hand. "How about you meet me tonight at around ten o'clock down on the dock?" she questioned.
"How about you get naked and we skip supper?" I replied hopefully, my dick getting harder by the second.
She leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking gently for a moment. Then she abruptly pulled away and stood up, saying, "No, I'm hungry... For real food." She grabbed a pair of cargo shorts from my open suitcase and tossed them to me. "Get up... Oh sorry, guess you already are," she laughed. "Let me rephrase that...Get dressed and let's go eat supper," she smirked, adding, "Just meet me tonight."
The rest of the evening seemed to drag by, of course. I couldn't focus on anything that was going on around me, with my mind wandering to thoughts of what might await me later. Finally, I looked at my watch and it read 9:45; 'Almost time' I thought. But I was right in the middle of a game of pool with Dave and couldn't just walk out without raising suspicions. So, I had to finish the game.
With neither of us being exactly skilled, it took us another twenty minutes to finish the game. It was now 10:05 and I made a quick excuse that I had to take a piss so that I could get the hell out of there. To keep up appearances, I went straight to the half bath that was just off the kitchen and emptied my bladder. Then I snuck out and down the steps to the lake path.
As I worked my way along the path I wondered if I was too late. My hope was that Cheryl's "ten o'clock" was a general term and not a concrete deadline. It was a bit darker out that night than it had been the night that Kelly had first approached me, but the moon was still fairly bright. I had no trouble seeing my immediate surroundings, yet it was difficult to make things out that were more than ten or fifteen feet from me.
As I neared the dock, I could see a bulky figure toward the end and I was pleased to see that Cheryl was still there. Walking further down the dock it looked as though she were laying on her side, facing the water. But when I got close enough to really see the figure, what I saw were two bodies, not just one, nude and locked in a passionate 69.
It was obvious that the women were Cheryl and Kelly because both heads were plumed with dark hair. I quickly stripped and, tossing my shirt on the wooden surface, sat down next to the women.
Cheryl, who was on the bottom, lowered her face from Kelly's snatch and welcomed me by saying, "Since you weren't here on time, we decided to start without you."
"I can see that," I replied, my cock beginning to stir.
Without another word Cheryl resumed her prior activity, lapping away at Kelly's cunt. I turned onto my side and reclined, propping myself on one elbow. As I watched the two girls hungrily eat each other, I started to slowly, almost unconsciously, stroke my penis. Within a couple of minutes, I was hard as a rock and starting to grow a bit restless. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy watching chicks go down on each other as much as anyone, but I wanted in on the action.
Getting to my knees, I moved around until I was behind Kelly, straddling Cheryl's head. She must have sensed my presence because she lowered her head and looked up at me. I fed the head of my dick into her willing mouth and she sucked on me for a few moments. Releasing me from her mouth, she reached up with her hand and guided me toward Kelly's steamy box. I wiggled forward and slowly entered the folds of her vagina, pushing into her steadily until I was about 2/3 of the way buried in her. I put my hands on her hips for stability and began slowly gliding in and out of her at a steady pace.
Meanwhile, Cheryl had resumed her licking and sucking action, working on not only Kelly, but the underside of my cock and balls as well. The sensation was wonderful and I could have stayed that way a whole lot longer than I was allowed. I rocked in and out of Kelly for about five minutes and then she pulled away from me, slipping off my shaft and standing up.
My pecker bobbed up and down above Cheryl's face a few times before she again took me into her mouth. She sucked and slurped the coating of pussy juice from me and then she too pulled away and got to her feet. Taking Kelly's hand, the pair took a couple of running steps and jumped into the lake, splashing and laughing, leaving me on my knees with my hard-on poking into nothing but air. I scrambled to my feet and followed the females into the warm, dark water where we played and groped one another for the next half hour or so.
At one point I was finger fucking both girls simultaneously while they played with each others breasts and Kelly said, "I've got an idea...."
She went on to playfully challenge Cheryl to a contest where they would take turns going below the surface, to blow me under water. Whichever of them could fellate me the longest would be the winner. I had never been sucked on under water before, and this new feeling was incredible. They alternated back and forth several times and I couldn't tell who was down there longer. My mind was too focused on the pleasure of the situation to worry about counting the time. Ultimately, I declared them both winners and they seemed satisfied, for the moment anyway.
Soon we were back on the dock and I was ready to stick my dick back into one of the women. I had already been inside of Kelly that evening, so I decided to go for Cheryl first. She was laying on her back catching her breath from the contest and I took advantage of her prone position. I stepped between her feet and knelt down, swiftly inserting my rod into her wet and waiting pussy. Kelly moved to a squatting position just beyond Cheryl's head and then leaned forward on her knees. She started pinching and pulling at Cheryl's nipples, stretching upward on her heavy breasts. I was getting into a fairly strong rhythm, plunging completely into her hole and then withdrawing until just the very tip remained inside. Her body was moving to and fro under my pounding and pretty soon Kelly availed herself of this movement by drawing her furry cunt onto Cheryl's face.
As she crouched above Cheryl's working tongue, Kelly resumed fondling and teasing the older woman's breasts. This only went on for two or three minutes until Kelly extracted her bush from Cheryl's face. She then spun around and straddled the naked body below us, on all fours. Looking back over her shoulder, she beckoned, "Fuck me too." as she pushed her ass toward me.
I pulled free from the depths of Cheryl's slit and placed my cock-head at the glistening entrance of Kelly's. I pushed forward and at the same time she pushed back, driving my erection deep into her. I once more began long, hard strokes in and out, although I couldn't go quite as deep as I had in Cheryl. The awkwardness of having both women before me prevented my having full movement and restricted the amount of penetration I was able to provide.
I alternated back and forth between the two women for the next several minutes, Kelly fingering whoever I wasn't fucking at the time. Cheryl was working over Kelly's tits with her hands and before long we were nothing more than a sweaty pile of grunting, groaning, lusty flesh. Finally, as I was pumping away at Kelly, her hand went to her own clit and she began frigging herself rapidly. I could tell that she was nearly home and pounded her that much harder.
Sure enough, within moments, her hips began to buck and she buried her head on Cheryl's chest with a loud "Unnghh...Uhnnghh....MMMmmm." Immediately upon the cessation of her bucking, I withdrew from her still spasming box and drove my meat back into Cheryl, knowing that I was closing in on my own orgasm.
As I continued assaulting Cheryl, Kelly rolled off and stretched out beside her, with her head hovering over the jiggling tits of the older woman. She began sucking and biting at the nipples and slipped a hand into my partner's crotch to join my slamming dick. I could feel her fingers working on Cheryl's clit and then they separated and slipped lower, a finger on each side of my cock. She pressed down on Cheryl's vagina, increasing the pressure around my pistoning tool. This drew me ever nearer to release and it must've had the same effect on Cheryl. Just as I was moaning out my announcement that I was cumming, Cheryl squeezed down on my dick and arched her back, letting out a deep, throaty groan of her own.
My jism started to surge into Cheryl's clenching pussy, but my weakened legs and a rocky stance caused me to lose my balance before I was finished unloading. As my position faltered, my manhood began slipping from her, and the last of my spunk was deposited just within the confines of her labia. I couldn't regain my stability and ended up needing to move away from the woman for fear of falling right on top of her. I finally came to rest on my haunches a few feet from my original position.
As I looked at Cheryl I could see that the concluding moments of her climax had squeezed some of my cum out and it was dribbling down her slit. I watched in amazement as Kelly quickly moved between Cheryl's legs and started lapping up my man-juice. She ate Cheryl for several minutes, encouraging her to push more of my spunk out. It was, maybe, the most erotic sight I have ever witnessed.
Afterward we all three jumped in the lake again, to cool off and clean up before we went back to the cabin. We splashed and teased each other for a few minutes and then climbed back onto the dock, but to our chagrin none of us had thought of bringing a towel. So, without being able to dry ourselves, and not wanting to wrestle clothes over our wet skin we decided 'the hell with it' and began to walk toward the cabin totally nude.
"Everyone here, except Mark, has seen me naked anyway," Kelly rationalized.
"So he's the only one left?" I questioned, remembering her pledge to do everyone before we departed.
"Yep," she responded with a smile.
It was the same for me, and Cheryl confided that Tom was the only person that she had not been with in the buff. As we continued up the path, Kelly quietly questioned Cheryl on her experience with Mark. I couldn't really hear their conversation, except for bits and pieces. I did make out Cheryl saying, "He's hung but not very graceful..." leading me to believe what he'd told me about not being with a whole lot of women.
Upon reaching the cabin, we strode up the steps and went inside, stark naked, not really expecting to see anyone at this late hour. As we entered, the lights were all still on, which was a bit unusual. We normally left a light on in the hallway in case someone needed to make a midnight fridge run, but that was all. We were trying to be quiet, not to avoid being seen, rather just being polite. As we started to pass the large doorway to the activity room, we all froze in our tracks, astounded at what we saw.
On the sofa was Tiffany, her back to us and unaware that we were there, impaling herself on Mark's huge black cock. We silently watched while she rode up and down on his massive shaft. Cheryl was right; He was definitely hung. So hung, in fact, that his monster meat was lewdly stretching her young pussy. His hands were holding firmly to her tiny waist and it was obvious that he wasn't aware of our presence either. Both of them were making various "oohing" and "aahhhing" sounds that were barely audible to us.
I went into the kitchen, got three beers out of the refrigerator and quietly twisted the caps off. I returned to the hallway and handed each of the women one of the brews and we stood there for a brief period, drinking beer and watching the show. Pretty soon, Tiffany's hands went to her chest and I knew she was teasing her own, probably still tender breasts. It was only a few moments later that she began lurching in orgasmic bliss. This was rapidly followed by Mark's voice saying, "Here I come baby," and then with a grunt he began to spew his load into the teen's depths. She continued to bounce on his pulsating member and his cum became clearly evident to us as it escaped her hot little box and contrasted on his ebony dick.
When they finally came to a rest, Cheryl lauded, "Nice show darling." Tiffany's head snapped around to see the three of us, still naked of course, standing there in the doorway. I glanced at Mark and the look on his face was priceless. It was a mixture of panic and confusion. I found out later from him that his first thought was that Cheryl was pissed and had brought reinforcements. Then he realized that we were naked and he couldn't quite figure that out. But I have to give the guy a break; There's no way his brain could have been functioning correctly with all of the blood that it must take to fill up that huge stick he carries around.
We moved into the room and the girls plopped down, on either side of Mark, on the couch. They began running their hands over his muscular chest and Cheryl asked, "How was my little girl?"
Mark shyly replied, "HOT!" and we all laughed out loud. All of us except for Tiffany, that is. She let out that schoolgirl giggle, still mounted atop Mark's softening, but nonetheless formidable, tool. Kelly put her head on Mark's shoulder and handed him her half full bottle of beer. He quickly downed it and reached over to set the bottle on a nearby table.
Tiffany asked, "How long have you guys been watching?"
I retorted, "Long enough to know that you've been a baaadd girl," which brought ready agreement from Cheryl and Kelly.
As she extracted herself from Mark's pole, the blonde snipped, "Well, it looks to me like you three have been baaadd too." Again, we all laughed at the situation, and her remark. It had been an interesting day. | literotica |
Title: A Bargain Ch. 06
Tags: public sex, nakedness
**Chapter 6: Satisfaction**
FRIDAY EVENING AT THE DORM
"Well, it's plain what you two have been doing. You might as well be wearing a sign that says you just had great sex! You act like you're going to mate again right here!" Dianne's observation set the tone for conversation during the remainder of the meal. For the most part I just sat and listened as the women traded sexually-charged comments. It was really awkward sitting so close to two women with whom I had been intimate so recently, and the sexual banter made me feel uneasy. In retrospect I should have paid more attention to my feelings.
The look in Dianne's eyes when she glanced at me varied from amused, to excited, to analytical, to cold. After we finished eating I was glad to leave the girls alone while I got some things from my room. I'd had to borrow Jenn's extra toothbrush, I'd shaved with her razor, and I really wanted my own things. I threw my toiletries into a small bag, added some clean clothes, then rejoined the women in the dining hall.
They stood up as I approached. Dianne gave Jenn a hug and I heard her say, "Hurry! I think he's ready to do you right here!" Jenn ran up and kissed me, and I looked over her shoulder and watched Dianne's behind flex and wiggle as she walked back to get more coffee. I could remember exactly how it felt to slide my hand between her cheeks, and for a moment I forgot I was kissing Jenn.
"Hey! What are you thinking about?" Jenn asked.
I covered up reasonably well. "Do you think people would mind if we did it here? Like Dianne said? Or should we wait until we're back in the apartment?"
"Silly! Let's get out of here! I can't wait! Maybe we could do it in the car! Is there room in a VW?"
"I've got a better idea. My roommate's away for the summer. How about up there?" We barely made it to the bed before we were enthusiastically copulating. I'd carried my bag downstairs and back up again, but who cared?
Jenn woke me several hours later. When I realized where I was, I almost called her Dianne! "Hey! Let's go back to the apartment! I need to pee, and I want to wake up with you in MY bed!"
It was the middle of the night, and almost nobody was around. I put Jenn's clothes in my bag, and I talked her into wearing nothing but one of my long T-shirts. It reached almost to the bottom of her crotch. When we saw people - which we did in the elevator, even at that hour - Jenn had to pull down on the bottom of the shirt to cover her pussy fur, and that made her braless breasts wiggle and her nipples stand up.
Jenn removed the shirt and rode naked as we drove back to her apartment. She was getting more and more aroused by exposing herself in public, and by the time I parked, I could smell her musky scent. She walked up the stairs and down the hall to her apartment wearing nothing but a smile.
As soon as we closed the door, she was in my arms. We made slow and gentle love, and about an hour later fell asleep still joined at the groin.
SATURDAY: JENN'S NEW GAMES I awoke to the wonderful sensation of Jenn caressing my scrotum. I opened my eyes and she was looking at me with a look of unadulterated joy. "This is fun!" she said. "I wish I didn't have to start summer school on Monday! I'd rather spend every day doing this!"
We did the bathroom bit again, although this time I had my own toothbrush and razor. We managed to avoid intercourse long enough to fix and eat breakfast, but we were both completely out of control by the time we'd each had a cup of coffee. I picked my eager wench up, carried her back to the bedroom with my hands in completely inappropriate places, and introduced Jenn to doggy-style sex as Dianne had suggested to us the Sunday we returned from the cabin.
It took a few minutes for Jenn to catch the rhythm, but the king-sized bed gave us lots of room, and she soon climaxed. Once we were thrusting together, I was able to really rub my meat against her G-spot, and with one of my hands rubbing her nipples and with the other rubbing her clitoris, she quickly reached that wonderful plateau where orgasms don't really end.
I moved in and out of Jenn at varying speeds, going fastest when her orgasms were most intense. When her arms grew tired and she put her head against the bed, I brought her to a screaming finish and pressed firmly against her as I came. She grunted and cried out with each burst of cum. When she was almost calmed down, I rolled her over on her side and spooned against her behind with my softening penis still gripped firmly by her vagina.
Jenn fell asleep first, and I joined her. We woke up just after 1:00. After we showered off, Jenn fixed us a quick lunch.
After lunch, Jenn wanted to go to the pool again. She got an impish look on her face as I started putting her bathing suit on her. "Don, let me go down first. Give me fifteen minutes, then you come down. I want to see how the guys react!"
Jenn's exhibitionism was finding new ways to be expressed. I agreed, and amid lots of intimate caresses, we dressed each other in our suits. She picked up most of the pool supplies, leaving me a towel and our cooler full of drinks. She kissed me at the door. "Take my top off, lover! I won't be wearing it at the pool anyway, so why bother with it?"
As we kissed, I slipped the tiny top from her breasts. Her nipples were dark red and jutting out when she was ready to leave the apartment. She left her pool robe open, allowing full view from her neck to her bikini bottoms. Her nipples were visible from the side. I was rock-hard and impatient as I timed fifteen minutes on my watch.
We'd agreed about where Jenn would be sitting and in which direction she would be facing. I walked around the apartment complex so that I could approach her from her front. At first she wasn't visible as I entered the pool area, but as I approached the place where she was supposed to be, I finally saw her. There were three guys talking to her and blocking my view. I approached them slowly.
Jenn was sitting upright, shoulders back, with her bare breasts proudly on display. Her areolae and nipples were purple-red and puffed out. Her breasts bounced as she laughed at whatever they were saying. Her ankles were crossed, and she had her hands on her knees. Even from twenty feet away I could see blonde public hair poking out from both sides of the crotch of her bikini. The crease in the fabric delineated her slit, and a dark blotch was forming directly over her vaginal opening. She looked naked, and she was obviously extremely aroused.
Not surprisingly all three guys were noticeably tumescent. The sexual atmosphere around Jenn was a tangible entity, emanating from her in waves like ripples on a pond. The three guys were completely overwhelmed by raw carnality and lust, and they were patently competing for intimate sensual access to her body. Had she been in a more isolated place, they would already be mating with her, whether she wished to do so or not.
As I watched, the guy in the middle, the most muscular one, began to intimidate the other two. He was sitting on his heels directly in front of Jenn, and every few seconds I could see her glancing at his crotch. The other two guys moved a few inches away from both Jenn and him. In a ritual that predated our species, the dominant male had asserted his ownership of the female, and the inferior males yielded. Testosterone was heavy in the air, and I sensed that my arrival might easily trigger a violent response.
I knew that the longer the situation continued, the more likely it would turn ugly. I had no choice except to deflect this attempt by a rival to steal my mate. I counted on the thin veneer of civilization to maintain order as I interjected myself into the group.
I heard the guy in the middle say, " . . . cunt . . . you wanna . . . touch it, don't you . . . fuck . . . hot and . . . " I couldn't hear the rest of what he said, but he had clearly decided to get right to the point. I headed directly for the four of them.
I approached Jenn from the side, stepping past one of the lesser challengers. "Sorry to keep you waiting, honey. Thanks for keeping her company, guys, but I'll take it from here."
My sudden appearance and verbal announcement that I was claiming Jenn momentarily shocked all three buys into inaction. I leaned down to kiss her. As I did so I put my hand against her chest, under her arms so that I was touching the side of her left breast. She reached up and touched the inside of my right thigh, almost touching the erection that was threatening to push out of my suit.
"Ah, fuckit!" the middle guy said, and all three drifted away, presumably seeking other, more available prey. Jenn and I continued to kiss, and I rolled her nipple with my thumb until she moaned.
I looked into Jenn's eyes and they were dilated with excitement. "I can't believe what I'm feeling!" she whispered. "I can't believe what I just did!"
"Did you like it? Did it turn you on?" I whispered in reply, even though I knew the answer.
Jenn nodded. "I feel so alive! So sexual! So completely female!"
I spread my blanket next to hers and we both lay down on our sides, facing each other. Our lips were almost touching, and I could feel her rapid breaths against my face. "Tell me about it. Everything," I whispered.
"It was so HOT! I sat down and I could feel my nipples tingling! They were so hard! The first two guys came over about five minutes after I got here," Jenn said, and she pointed left and right. "Then the other guy sort of pushed in between them. They were all staring at my nipples and crotch, and I could feel myself getting wet. The guy in the middle said he could see I was getting wet and would be an easy fuck."
"He actually said that?"
Jenn nodded. "Yes! Then the other two said I was really hot. And the one on the left said he thought I had the best nipples he'd ever seen. And the one on the right said he liked the blonde pubic hair that showed around my suit."
"Well, I can't fault them for that! So do I!"
"Shush! Pay attention! Just before I saw you come out from way over there, the big guy in the middle lifted the crotch of his suit and let his penis poke out! The other two guys backed up a little, and the big guy told me how much he would like to put it me, and he sort of waved it at me."
"I couldn't see that from behind him. I just saw the other guys move."
"His was longer than yours, but not as thick. And it was bent! I couldn't believe he was showing it to me! Right here!"
"You were showing your breasts and your pussy was almost exposed, too."
"I know, but it was still hard to believe! And I couldn't believe how excited it made me! I could see all three guys were hard, and they kept staring at my body!" Jenn kissed me, and I could feel her excitement. "Just before you got here, he was daring me to touch it. He said he could see me getting wet, and he said he knew I wanted his pole in my cunt. I saw that pre-stuff dripping out of his penis! Then you got here, and I almost lost it when you kissed me like that!"
"Were you going to touch it?"
"I . . . I don't think so, but I was . . . I was getting really turned on, and I wanted to touch it! But that would be, like, cheating, you know? Even if I didn't have sex with him."
"Want to get in the pool? I'll bet I can get you off! Besides, your suit has a huge wet spot in the middle, and it won't show so much if you get wet." I didn't mention how clingy her suit became when it was wet. I knew that once her suit was wet, her labia would look as if they were painted black, rather than covered with cloth.
Jenn scrambled to her feet, ran to the edge with her breasts bouncing, and jumped in. I was right behind her. I stood in neck-deep water against the side of the pool, and I pulled her against me. "Hold on to me. I'll need both hands for this!"
I slipped one hand between Jenn's legs and rubbed her through her suit. With the other hand I covertly rubbed and pulled on her right nipple. She immediately began to twist and jerk her body, but it wasn't obvious since she was underwater below her neck. She humped my hand as I held it against my leg, and I kissed her to keep her from screaming. I waited about a minute after she calmed down, then we did it again.
"I don't care if people know what we're doing!" Jenn muttered against my mouth. She reached down and pulled her bikini bottom off. I pushed my suit low enough to free my cock. She twisted her hips against me, and Merlin found his way inside her. I felt Rapunzel squeeze him, and she began to bounce up and down, forcing him in and out of her. The viscosity of the water slowed her motion, but being weightless gave her the energy to move rapidly.
We were kissing as Jenn began to grunt. Her up-and-down motion sent waves splashing across the pool. Even in the cool water our joined genitals were hot, and I felt my climax building. She jerked and thrust herself against me as I ejaculated, and I could feel her body trembling as I held her against the side of the pool.
Jenn slipped off of my limp penis and her naked body slid down mine until her toes touched the bottom of the pool. I could hear people laughing, whistling, and clapping their hands. "I don't think we fooled anybody!" Jenn giggled. "Look!" I turned my head to the side, and I saw that she had held her bikini bottoms in her hand against my neck. She had wanted people to know she was fucking me!
Jenn waved the skimpy piece of clothing, and I heard more laughter. She put one hand on my shoulder and reached down to put her bottoms back on. Since we were no longer making waves, I could see her long, blonde pubic hair waving in the crystal clear water. I pulled up my suit to cover myself.
We cuddled for a few minutes, then left the pool and returned to her apartment. For the moment we were sexually sated, and we got dressed and headed back to my dorm room.
As I was packing some of my things, Jenn noticed my roommate's key on top of his dresser. He'd apparently forgotten to take it with him when he left for the summer. I told her to take it since she might want to visit my room when I wasn't there. She had already given me a key to her apartment, so this provided a special, romantic symmetry.
HOT SUMMER DAYS
Summer school started on Monday, and Jenn had a morning class. On weekdays for the next six weeks, Jenn attended her class and studied in the library, and I worked on my research. As soon as she had prepared for her next class, we made love. Most mornings she'd wake me by fondling my penis and balls. She would giggle and squeal as she made me erect. "I had no idea how much fun one of these could be!" she told me several times with a devilish look in her eye. I knew that later in the day she would find a way to make Merlin get soft again. Our new schedule prevented us from making love into the wee small hours of the nights before her classes, but we made up for it on Friday and Saturday nights.
Most afternoons we sunbathed at the pool. Jenn's breasts had a beautiful, even tan. They would probably have been darker except that there were so many new guys around the pool that I was constantly declaring her to be my woman by rubbing lotion on her breasts. She paid an equal amount of attention to the skin around my skimpy suit, and both of us were in a constant state of sexual arousal whenever we were at the pool. Post-sunbathing sex was never routine, even though it happened every day!
During the second week of summer school, I noticed that Jenn was exposing herself more and more. Except when we had guests in the apartment, she was always nude. When we had guests, she wore as little as possible. She stopped closing the drapes, and several times I saw her standing naked at the patio door, exposing herself to the guys in the apartments in the next building.
At the end of the second week of summer school, I presented Jenn with a small diamond ring, and we became officially engaged to be married. Jenn invited Dianne to dinner so that she would be the first to know. When Dianne arrived, Jenn met her at the door and held up her hand to show the ring. There was a lot of hugging and crying, so I left the two of them alone for several minutes while I prepared drinks in the kitchen. When I brought the drinks out, both women's faces were streaked with tears, and their eyes were red. But they were also grinning broadly. Whatever they'd talked about made them cry - but it also made them both happy.
At first I was nervous being around two women with whom I'd recently been intimate, but Dianne put me at ease. While Jenn was out of the room getting something from the kitchen, Dianne grinned at me. "I've never seen either of you so happy. Good going, stud!" she whispered. I was relieved. What would have happened if Dianne had displayed even a hint of jealousy?
After dinner we sat around and talked. Jenn kept putting away brandy Alexanders, and before I could stop her, she began describing our secret getaway into the mountains. She didn't leave much of anything out, including the deal she'd made with me so that I would help her on the exam. Dianne glanced at me and frowned slightly when she explained how I'd helped Jenn cheat.
"You rode all the way up there naked, holding his cock? I'm surprised at both of you!" Jenn blushed and Dianne laughed. They both looked at me and giggled.
A little later. "You hid her clothes and made her sleep naked in a single bed with you?" I nodded as my face got hot. "I can't believe you didn't have to fight her off after all of that penis-holding and naked kissing! Jenn, it sounds like you were acting like a frightened virgin!"
Later still. "He got you hot and bothered and you begged him to fuck you and he did it with a DILDO? Is he gay or something?" Dianne looked at me and winked. She certainly knew better!
Even later. "You rode all the way back with that dildo vibrating inside you? I'd like to try that sometime!" Dianne didn't wink this time, but her glance in my direction was full of mischief as she remembered our little road trip with her dildo. "And that's why you looked like you been fucked out of your mind? And why the car smelled like it did?" The three of us laughed as we talked about the night that Jenn and I had gotten back.
Jenn and I gave Dianne a joint kiss when it was time for her to leave. She got in her parting shot as she stepped through the door. "I'd better hurry. I can tell from the looks on your faces that you'll be copulating in front of me If I'm still her two minutes from now! I don't think I could watch without joining in!" Two minutes later Jenn and I were making love on the floor in front of the door to the apartment. We didn't need anyone else, and Jenn hadn't understood Dianne's hidden meaning about "joining in."
Wedding planning took a lot of time. We set the date for the following June, giving us almost a year to prepare. Dianne accepted Jenn's request to be Maid of Honor. Dianne helped Jenn make wedding plans, and several times I came back from the library and found them huddled together, giggling
I came in one day just in time to hear, " . . . so big I can't imagine how it would feel . . . Oh! Hi, Honey!" Jenn blushed and Dianne averted her eyes when I looked at them. Naturally I assumed they were talking about me. The night before Jenn had begged me to put my "big monster" inside her. Obviously Dianne was embarrassed to have Jenn talking about having sex with me.
We had more free time on weekends, and Jenn often invited Dianne to come over to swim. To the delight of every male around the pool, Dianne had no problem sunbathing topless. I was embarrassed to rub lotion on Jenn's breasts in front of Dianne, but I did so anyway because I wanted to continue making clear to the other guys that Jenn belonged to me. She was afraid she might lose her engagement ring, so she didn't wear it to the pool.
Dianne, however, attracted a pack of wolves the first time she joined us. She finally had to put her top back on in order to get them to leave her alone. That only helped a little. "The problem is they know I'm unattached," she observed. "Lying around half-naked in the sun only encourages them! At least they know you're out-of- reach, Jenn!"
The following week Dianne again joined us at the pool. Jenn removed her top, and I rubbed lotion onto her breasts. Dianne kept her top on. She muttered that she didn't want the attention of the wolf pack, and maybe now they'd leave her alone.
"This isn't fair!" Jenn observed. "You've got bigger boobs than I have. Why should you have to get strap lines?"
"It's okay, Jenn! I'll live with it. I don't have a guy to take care of me the way Don takes care of you."
"Well, you're my Maid of Honor, and I don't know why Don can't do you, too."
Dianne and I looked at each other in surprise. Both of us had the same thought. Had Jenn heard about our brief affair? Jenn misinterpreted our shocked silence. She stepped behind Dianne, undid her top, and tossed it aside. Dianne managed to cover her breasts with her hands. "Okay, my husband-to-be! Grease 'em up! I've seen you ogling them! This is your chance! I promise I won't get jealous!"
"Jenn, I really don't think I should let Don . . . "
"Jenn, this is nuts! I can't . . . "
"Look you two! You're my two best friends! Is there any reason I can't trust you? Unless there's something going on between you two, why not?"
My guilt about sleeping with Dianne overwhelmed my ability to think rationally, and I couldn't think of any reply to Jenn's challenge. Dianne must have been similarly afflicted. She lowered her hands and gave me a thin smile. I picked up the suntan lotion and stepped behind Dianne.
I was having trouble breathing as I dumped thick gobs of lotion onto my palms. I reached around Dianne's back, and I quickly smeared lotion all over her breasts as Jenn watched. I could vividly remember how it felt to touch her this way, and I couldn't control my reaction. Nor could she. Her nipples and my penis immediately burst into full erection.
Jenn laughed at my bulging trunks, and Dianne blushed when she looked. "See? You both enjoyed it! And now you're safe, Dianne! Well you will be as soon as my horny finance calms down!"
My action did scare off the guys, however. Several of them gave me openly hostile stares, presumably because I'd "claimed" two of the best female bodies around the pool. We stayed at the pool for over an hour, and twice more I greased both women's breasts. My erection was going up and down, and I was really uncomfortable.
Later when Jenn and I were alone, I complained about it. "Damn it, Jenn! That wasn't fair to Dianne - or to me! I'm going to marry you, so it's completely inappropriate for me to be touching another woman that way!"
"And you're the one always telling me I have to learn to relax. To let go. Well I disagree. Since I was there and asked you to do it, it was okay. So loosen up already! It didn't hurt either of you, and if you want to think about rubbing Dianne's breasts and get hard again, I'll take care of it. Just don't do that stuff when I'm not around. End of discussion."
For the first time in my evolving sexual relationship with Jenn I felt like the novice. I had never imagined she would ask me to touch Dianne's breasts. And there was absolutely no hint, either in her words or in her tone, to suggest that she suspected there had ever been anything between Dianne and me. I saw amusement on her face, not anything more sinister
I called Dianne two days later when Jenn was in class. "Dammit Dianne! I was caught completely off-guard! I didn't mean to embarrass you!"
"I know, Don. But I couldn't help remembering . . . and then . . . "
"Yeah. Me too." I didn't mention that I thought I was going to rip the front out of my suit because she got me so excited. I'd felt an incredible desire to slide my hand down between her legs and . . .
"Does Jenn suspect that . . . you and I . . .?"
"No. I don't think so. I think it was just, you know, like a joke. She'd hit the wine pretty hard at lunch, and I guess her inhibitions were pretty well gone."
"So what do we do the next time?"
"If she brings it up, I'll do it. Otherwise you'd better do yourself."
Dianne laughed. "I've been doing that a lot lately! Well, my little friend helps!" I assumed she meant her new dildo. "So how're you going to keep from ripping a hole in your suit?" I realized once again how well Dianne understood my sexual reaction to her.
"My mother has boobs about your size. I'll pretend I'm rubbing hers."
Dianne laughed until she started to cough. "So if . . . Hauch! . . . you get . . . Uch! . . . hard rubbing . . . my tits, then . . . Huh! . . . I know you're a real . . . Koof! . . . pervert?" She coughed and laughed for another minute.
"Dianne, I really don't want to have to explain what we did while Jenn was visiting her folks. She knows I had sex with somebody, but . . . "
"Yeah, I know. It would be pretty crappy if she found our that her Maid of Honor had been fucked out of her mind by the groom."
I couldn't help smiling into the phone. "Not to mention what you did to the groom! No wonder I couldn't control myself when I rubbed your nipples!" Dianne laughed, a wonderful deep laugh from deep in her chest. After a few more ribald comments we ended the call.
From then on whenever Dianne sunbathed with us, I applied the lotion to her breasts. Thinking about my mother helped enough that I could partially control my erection. But the desire to caress the rest of her shapely body didn't disappear. Judging from the glances that Dianne gave me when Jenn wasn't looking, Dianne knew exactly what I was thinking.
I wondered if she was thinking the same thing. Did she think about my penis when she used the dildo? Was I part of her fantasy sex life? I knew these thoughts were wrong, but they were difficult to suppress, particularly as I lay between two topless women, both of whose vaginas had milked my cock. And Dianne's breasts were truly a work of art.
By the third week of summer school I was truly surprised by Jenn's growing exhibitionism. Late one morning I came back early from my research and found her masturbating on our bed. She had pulled the drapes back, and anyone in a half-dozen apartments could have easily seen her. She watched me as she climaxed, but before I could comment on her behavior, she dragged me onto the bed and made love with more enthusiasm than I had previously known her to demonstrate. It was so exciting that I didn't even care that we were fucking in full view of anyone who happened to look.
By the following week, Jenn's wanton carnality and exhibitionism became impossible to control - not that I really wanted to do so! One afternoon I had just applied lotion to her breasts in our usual sexually-explicit manner when she noticed another topless woman who was wearing a skimpy bikini bottom similar to hers. This woman was lying on her stomach, and her large breasts bulged out from her body. And she was pulling at the strings holding the bottom of her suit together.
As we watched, the other woman untied the side straps of her bikini, then pressed the back portion into the crack of her ass until it disappeared. The only portion of the backside of her body which was not exposed to the sun - and to everyone's eyes - was her crotch from her anus forward. Every male was staring at this naked woman's body.
Jenn's self-proclaimed status as the woman wearing the least clothing while sunbathing was in jeopardy. Jenn didn't waste a moment. She lay down on her stomach, untied her bottoms, and flipped the back part between her legs. "Lover, would you please grease up my bottom and cover up no more than you have to?"
Jenn had positioned herself so that her open legs faced the wolf pack, and they were all staring. I heard several groans when I blocked their view as I knelt between her legs to do as she had asked. The reason was obvious. Her puffy, pink labia, neatly framed by matching strips of blonde pubic hair, were clearly visible. Her pussy was completely exposed in a public place!
In spite of my throbbing erection I managed to smear lotion over the white skin on Jenn's behind. I had to slide my hands between her cheeks as I did so, and I could see her labia getting darker. Under cover of applying lotion, I quickly slipped a finger in and out of her. She was dripping wet. I carefully folded the tiny piece of material into a narrow strip. Blonde curls could be seen along both sides after I pressed it against her crotch.
I lay on my side facing her, unable to lie on my stomach because of my tumescence. "You were showing them your cunt lips!" I whispered. "And they can still see your pubes!"
"I know! I'm getting excited just thinking about it! I can't believe how this feels!"
Perhaps fifteen minutes later Jenn whispered, "I'm turning over. I'll want you to do the same with my front. Watch their faces!"
When Jenn rolled over onto her back, the front of her suit hung over her right thigh, completely exposing her crotch. Acting as if she were unaware of her exposure, she spread her legs apart. I sat up and glanced down to see what the wolves could see.
Jenn's suit covered nothing. Her furry mons pubis and crotch were in full view. Her labia were wet and completely swollen, and I could smell how excited she was. Her vaginal opening was visible in the bright sunlight. My desire to mate with her was so intense I could barely keep from doing so.
I applied suntan lotion to Jenn's white abdomen, and then I folded the swatch of material so that it formed a triangle at the top, following the shape and size of the pubic hair above her crotch. Then I pressed everything gently into place. She moaned, and once again I heard groans from the other side of the pool. Because of the thickness of her pubic thatch, blonde pubic curls were visible along both sides of the strip covering her pussy as well as completely around the triangle of material on her pubic bone.
"They could see that you're ready, Jenn! You were beginning to open! And the juice is flowing out of you!"
"I can smell it, too! How much did you cover me?"
I described what I had done. "What would happen if I wiggled a little bit? Would they be able to see me again?"
I concealed my surprise at what she was proposing. "It won't take much movement to uncover you. And then those guys will be staring at your hot, furry, ready- to-fuck pussy!"
"God! I think I'm going nuts! Rub more lotion on my nipples! And watch me!"
I sat up and used both hands to rub Jenn's nipples. They were already pointing straight up, and she grunted when I touched them. I rubbed her breasts in a slow, circular motion with my greasy palms. She slid her hips slightly to the left, and her pussy was again fully exposed.
Jenn lay on her back with her mouth open. She licked her lips. "I need you to finish me off! I'm so turned on I don't think I can even get up! You've got to do something!"
"Jenn, there are half a dozen guys over there staring at your pussy. It's open like it's waiting for a rock-hard penis to fill it with cum. They can even see your clit sticking out, red and wet. Just imagine how their eyes are caressing your pussy as they try to see inside you as you open up even more! They know how aroused you are, how much you want to get off! Feel them touching you with their eyes!"
I rubbed more lotion on her nipples. I could see and feel Jenn's orgasm begin and build. Her shiny abdomen began to tremble, and then she stopped breathing. Her entire body began to wiggle. She bit down on her right hand to stop her scream as her orgasm peaked, and I could see muscles in her legs twitching. Her vagina made a series of sharp, wet smacking sounds as it popped open, then closed again. It was trying to squeeze the penis that wasn't there.
I stopped rubbing her breasts, and she slowly calmed down. She was still completely exposed to the wolves, and I heard several of them clapping and whistling. She took several long, deep breaths.
"You just lay naked in full view of a bunch of guys who watched you have an orgasm!"
"I didn't know I could do it like that! It was almost as good as the real thing!" But I'm still right at the edge! I need to feel that stretching, that pulling, that pressure that only comes when Merlin spreads Rapunzel wide open!"
"If we don't go back to the apartment right now, I'm going to fuck you right here!"
Jenn giggled and sat up. "If you do, I won't stop you!" She quickly tied her suit back together, but she skipped the top. She threw on her robe and jumped to her feet. We quickly picked up all of our stuff. We were both in a hurry, but she saw where I was looking and she glanced down, than laughed out loud. She had left a puddle under her pussy. "Hurry!" she said, and we almost ran to the apartment.
I slammed the door shut and we stripped off our suits. I picked Jenn up and held her against the door as I slipped my swollen shaft into her. I turned, holding her impaled on me, and walked as rapidly as I could to the bedroom. She was already having an orgasm when I fell on top of her on the bed and began to fuck her. We screamed together as I immediately ejaculated into her again and again.
When my half-erect penis came out of Jenn, I moved up her body and we kissed with almost unbelievably sensitive tenderness. We took turns scooping the commingled juices of our carnal passion from between her legs and licking it from our fingers. We didn't need words to express what we felt for each other.
After several minutes Jenn moved around so that she could sit on my face, and then she lay atop me. I continued to lick and suck the milk of our passion from her pussy, and she kissed and sucked on my sticky genitals. With our passions quenched, we slowly fell asleep.
It was dark when I awoke. Jenn's sticky pussy was against my nose, and I could feel that my flaccid penis was between her lips. The aroma of our lovemaking was starting to go stale, but it was still erotic. I inhaled deeply several times to cement the moment into my memories.
My movements woke Jenn, and we climbed off the bed and shared a long, loving shower together before we fixed a late dinner. That night we made love with the lights on and the drapes wide open. Jenn was so turned on by being on public view that she was almost insatiable!
NIGHTTIME POOL GAMES
Except when the renters' association had pool parties, the lights around the pool were turned off every evening at 8:30. By 9:30 the only illumination came from dim lights from nearby apartments. The surrounding buildings created sufficient moon- shade so that nearly all of the pool was in complete darkness. It was universally understood that the largely unenforced dress code was meaningless between 10:00 and the first light of dawn, and during those hours skinny-dipping was the norm.
On weekends Jenn and I often joined about a dozen other couples who swam nude during those hours, and who then made love in and around the pool. There was a lot of free-and-easy swapping around, but we remained monogamous. However we did participate in a variety of the erotic pre-coital activities.
One of our favorite nighttime games at the pool was the Group-Grope, which usually involved seven or eight couples, occasionally as many as a dozen. The men formed a circle in chest-deep water around the women, and the women moved from man to man, sharing passionate kisses and intimately touching with each man in the total darkness. Kissing and fondling naked strangers is incredibly exciting, particularly when darkness assures complete anonymity.
The obvious idea was to make the person you were kissing so excited that he or she began to fuck you. The women moved to new men every few minutes, so the naked body one held was constantly changing. Once two people started fucking, they left the circle for the evening. The final two people remaining in the circle were expected to fuck last.
After the final two people finished, the original couples rejoined, and everyone rinsed off in the pool. Most couples, including Jenn and me, then made love in the dark on the pool deck. Listening to the sounds of other people mating really turned us on, and we usually made love again when we returned to the apartment.
Because of the darkness, Nobody realized that Jenn and I only made love to each other during these games. This didn't prevent our becoming incredibly aroused by the intimate foreplay we experienced with different people. Avoiding intercourse was often a difficult task! We found that our passions were enhanced by the sounds of so many strangers fucking, many for the first time with each other. Touching and being touched by several unseen strangers certainly didn't turn us off, either!
One night when Jenn and I got back to her apartment, she was giggling. "Near the end of the game, one of the guys kept trying to force his penis into me. I gave him a fast handjob, and when I stuck my finger in his behind and tickled his prostate, he squirted a gallon of cum into the pool! I'll bet the next woman was disappointed with his limp dick!"
I never told Jenn that many of the women had wrapped themselves around me and dropped down until I entered them, but it happened at least one each time we played the game. I managed to decouple myself from each one within a few strokes, and nobody ever said anything. After all, who wants to admit that somebody turned them down in the middle of a group sex game, particularly after they'd already started to fuck the other person?
I also never told Jenn that I often managed to finger several women to orgasms during our turns. As responsive as she was, I wouldn't have been surprised if she had received the same satisfaction from some of the men. Particularly as the game progressed and all of the men had been "sampled" by the women, they became so aroused that I knew I could have fucked nearly any of them had I so chosen.
THE END OF SUMMER SCHOOL
Summer school ended in the middle of August, and there were two weeks before fall classes started. I wanted to visit my parents and work out some of the wedding details with them. They were expecting Jenn and me to visit them at Christmas, and we agreed that I would visit my folks alone on this trip. "They've never met me, Don. I'd rather they got used to the idea of their little boy getting married before I drop in on them! Besides, do you think I'd let you sleep alone? Even in your parents' home? Could they handle that?"
Jenn was right. I kissed her goodbye and drove away on Sunday for a week with my folks. We decided I'd call when I arrived, and again on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. I'd be back on Sunday, and Jenn promised the most romantic, sexy homecoming any guy ever received. "Don't beat off while you're away from me, Don! I have plans for your cum! And I want all you can give me!" I got hard just trying to imagine what she had planned.
My call to Jenn when I arrived at my folks' home was a little strange. I'd been delayed by traffic, and I didn't call her until after 2:00 in the morning. She sounded tired, and even when she said she missed me, her tone was odd. She said she'd had a difficult time adjusting to her apartment without me there. "Hurry back, lover! I really miss you!" she said just before we ended the call.
I made Tuesday's call at about 10:00 in the evening, and Jenn sounded much better. "I love you and I miss you so much! I hope your parents appreciate how much I'm suffering!"
Thursday's call. "I'll see you in two-and-a-half days!" "I hope you've been saving your cum like I told you! I'll give you a homecoming so exciting you'll never leave home again! I love you!"
*This story concludes in "Bargain Ch.7: End Game - Lust, Love, and More."* | literotica |
Title: Before I Forget
Tags: alzhiemers
*When you finish this I'll tell you my inspiration for the story. This is a revenge on a cheating wife tale, very little sex.*
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WEDNESDAY EVENING 5-21-11
Their visitor was right on time. Since she received the phone call the day before, Ronnie was consumed with curiosity. She knew the woman slightly, she was her third cousin after all, but they hardly ever met except at family reunions. The fact that she was a lawyer deepened the mystery.
Her husband was a lawyer, and she asked him if he knew her professionally.
"Barely" he said, "She practices in another county so we rarely cross paths. She works alone, doesn't have partners, and does everything she can to pay the bills, including family law. I can tell you she is well respected."
Veronica ushered her into the den, and noticed how nervous she was. After the catching up on family was out of the way, she got right to the point.
"Ronnie, Phil, you must be wondering what's going on. Your dad contacted me almost two years ago about using me for some work he wanted done. Phil, I know you're his lawyer of record, and you will continue to be. Nothing will change that."
The woman, an attractive blonde in her early fifties, looked like she had tears in her eyes.
"This is the hardest thing I've ever been asked to do, but you don't refuse kin, so I helped him. Everything will be explained in the DVDs I have.
The first one you'll watch was made day before yesterday. All the rest are a good bit older. I'll be here while you watch them in case you have questions. I'm sure you will, and I'm sure you'll understand why I asked that your children not be here tonight."
She handed Phil a small stack of discs, each one labeled, and whispered to him.
He nodded, and came back with water for all three, and a box of tissues.
He picked up the one marked VERONICA AND PHIL, and inserted it into the player. Her father's face filled the screen. He was smiling.
"Ronnie, Phil, hi. Phil, don't take me getting Anne to do this is an insult to you, and after I explain, I'm sure you'll understand."
He paused and took a breath.
"You guys know that for the last year and a half I've been seeing a doctor. What you don't know is why."
He paused again, obviously fighting his emotions. Ronnie felt an impending sense of doom, she had never seen her father so emotional.
"There isn't a gentle way to say this. Almost two years ago I was diagnosed with Alzhiemers'. I went to the doctor because I was depressed, and thought that was what was causing me to be so absent minded. You didn't notice because at the beginning it was slight and I could blame it on my age. As it got worse I came around less and less, hoping you wouldn't notice."
"The drugs helped for awhile, but it progressed, and now my doctors have agreed it has entered the second stage. I have to give up my drivers' license and they urge that I look into assisted living. I've made the arrangements, but I want to clear up a few things before I go."
He slumped his head down for a few seconds before starting again. Ronnie felt the tears to starting.
Damn it! She had felt like something was off, but with two teenage girls, her job[especially this time of year, she owned an accounting firm and tax season had just ended], and his assurances he was fine, she had let it go. He looked up at the camera.
"Don't be mad at me for telling you like this. I just needed to make sure I got it right, and with this, it helps me make sure I'm clear. Plus, I'll still be around, and I expect all my kids to come and see me as often as they can while I can still remember them."
He stared hard at the camera for a second.
"When you, Joy, and Junior come to see me, I'm only going to ask for one thing. When it gets worse, when I can't remember who you are, and lose the ability to speak, I want you to stop coming. I won't know, and the thought of you staring at an empty husk would be too much to bear. Try to keep your memories of me happier."
"Remember when I asked you guys to give my doctor a DNA sample? I told you it was for research on a genetic trait that was almost exclusive to our family. What I was actually doing was having you tested to see if you were predisposed to Alzhiemers, after all it is genetic."
"Well, two out of three are safe. But you Ronnie, you're at risk. Phil, make sure she has a physical once a year. Progress is being made daily in search for a cure and treatments, and it is my sincere hope it never happens, but if it does, the quicker she starts treatment the better the quality of live you'll have."
The pain in his voice was very evident. He drew a deep breath.
"Now for the hard part. The reason Junior and Joy aren't at risk is they're not biologically my children. They don't have the same father either. I have no idea when it comes to Junior who his biological father is, but I'm pretty sure that Josh Randall is the sperm donor for Joy."
They had to shut the player off because Ronnie was sobbing into the chest of her husband. Soon Anne joined them with tears of her own. It was twenty minutes before she could regain her composure.
"Would you like me to leave?" Anne asked gently, "You could just call me later f you have questions."
Ronnie gripped her hands firmly.
"Please stay. I'm sure I'll have a million questions. How much longer is the video?"
"This one, about thirty more minutes or so. There are private messages for you, your brother and sister, both your spouses and one for Joy's roommate. And lastly, there is one for your mother. Are you up to continuing?"
Ronnie shook her head in assent, and they settled back into the couch as Phil turned it back on.
"You have no idea how shocked and hurt I was to find this out. It took me a few days to sort through my emotions. In the end, as far as you kids were concerned, it didn't matter. You're still ALL my children. I raised you, I loved you, I'll still be proud when you call me dad. You can't take back a lifetime of love based on a few lines of a chart. I pray they feel the same way."
"But Ronnie, in spite of how I feel about you guys, when it came to your mother, I admit it changed my feelings for her. I had a little investigation done, and didn't like the results, so I changed my will."
"You and Anne are my executors of the new will I had Anne draw up. We tried to cover ever contingency, but you never know. Ronnie, the fact that you alone are biologically mine has nothing to do with it. I named you because you were always the tough one. You're the one I trust to do the right thing. Junior has always favored his mother, and I was all right with that. Admit it, he's the most tender hearted person we know. And Joy is still a child, and I'm sure my revelations will hurt her deeply. You have to have the strength she needs to draw on. Help her."
"You know how much I love the mountains, and I found a nice place specializing in my condition there. Mountain Pines Assisted Living. The arrangements have been made and the finances have been taken care of. I want you and all the kids to come see me next weekend after I've settled in. I'm looking forward to it."
"But before I go, me and Elvis are going trout fishing. I'm taking my tent, I haven't done that in years. My last hurrah, so to speak. I love you Ronnie, all of you. I'll see you soon."
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After a few more tears the questions started.
"Anne, how long have you known?"
"I found out almost as soon as he did. He surprised me by coming by my house. When we were settled he handed me a hundred dollar bill.
"What's this for?"
"Anne, I want to retain your services. I use my son in law usually, but what I'm doing is extremely confidential, I don't want any of my family finding out. Will you help me?"
"I felt like I was going to regret it, but I agreed. I was right, you can ask my husband how many times I came home over the next few weeks with a tear stained face. As I helped him, my admiration grew. Here was a man faced with a terrible future, and his first priority was to make sure his family wouldn't suffer. I can't say I agreed with everything he had me do, and I actually talked him out of a few things."
"One thing he stressed. You are not to tell your mother or your siblings until he personally says you can. He wanted you to know sooner so you could prepare for the storm. Look, It's getting late, and you've got a lot to think about. Come by Saturday evening. We'll fire up the grill and let my husband roast something. He is very good at that. Then we'll start on the paperwork."
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MONDAY EVENING 5-09-11
On Monday of that week, three days before Anne met with his daughter Ronnie, David Childers sat in his worn old recliner, the one that was so comfortable he just couldn't get rid of despite his wife's complaints. He was looking at his wife of thirty one years. She felt his eyes and looked up.
"What?" she said with mild annoyance, her usual tone.
"Just thinking, Thirty one years together, a milestone for this day and age. Did you ever regret choosing me, a farmer, over your other beaus? Especially Ed. I think that man was born in a suit. Bet he's never had a dirty hand in his life."
He saw her eyes tighten up some. She waited a few seconds before answering.
"No, I don't regret choosing you. I'll admit, I wish you'd have dressed up a little more often, taken me out a little more often than you did, but that's history. I chose you, and I don't regret it."
He persisted.
"You sure? I know I haven't been a very good companion lately, with being sick and all. We haven't made love in almost a year, since I got sick, don't you miss it?"
He could tell she was uncomfortable with the subject.
"Relax, honey. A night out at a good restaurant pleases me more now than drinks and dancing. And we're in our sixties, that urge has been gone for a while now."
He smiled.
"Thank you babe, that means a lot."
He changed the subject.
"Honey, will you do something for me?"
A little leery because of the last conversation, she didn't commit immediately.
"What do you want?"
He smiled.
"It's trout season. I'm taking Elvis with me and spend the night at the state park. Will you make some of your pimento cheese and a batch of brownies for me to take? It seems like I catch more when you do."
She smiled indulgently.
"Sure thing. Are you up to a trip?"
He had kept his condition from her a secret as best he could. It was pretty easy actually, since she ignored him a lot. When she did, he blamed a sleep disorder and insomnia for making him forgetful. He had even moved out of their bedroom, saying he didn't want to keep her awake with his tossing and turning. She was fine with it.
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SATURDAY EVENING 5-14-11
Ronnie and Phil, Anne, and her husband Jerry
were standing on the patio, enjoying the lat spring breeze while the meat cooked. There was little in the way of conversation, each wrapped in their own thoughts. Anne got another round of beers and settled back into her chair.
"Did you watch the DVDs?"
Despite trying to put on a brace front, Ronnie broke into tears immediately.
"Yes. And after talking it over, Phil and I had Junior, his wife Jane, Joy, and her roommate Sidney come over last night. I let them watch the cover DVD, and then gave each of theirs. I had watched them first per my instructions. Joy didn't take it well, she just got out of the hospital at three. She was treated for shock and a nervous breakdown. Junior went real quiet, then went on a rant about it being a pack of lies. Jane took him home and called me later. She had to give him a sleeping pill, and he was still ranting and tossing on the bed. I bet she didn't get a wink of sleep last night."
Anne hadn't considered that she would reveal the DVDs this soon, but everything was in place and rock solid. Phil had reviewed it and complimented her on her work. He gave her thanks for doing it, saying he understood how much of a conflict of interest it would have caused if he had prepared it. He had tears in his eyes when he told her of his video.
"I didn't know my father in law liked me so much. He thanked me for being such a good husband and father, and apologized for putting us in the middle. It made me very sad, and regret not spending more time with him. He made sure he stressed the importance of Ronnie and I being the anchors in the family now. I want to thank you, Anne. I know you probably didn't this much involvement in our lives, and we'll try to keep it to a minimum."
Jerry stood with his arm around Anne. A quiet man by nature, the depth of the betrayal he was exposed to affected him deeply.
"If you need anything, anything at all, call us. Doesn't matter what day it is, what time it is, call. It's too big a burden to carry on your own."
Anne tried to hug him harder, thanking God for the man he was.
"Now that everybody knows, Ronnie, what are you planning?
Ronnie sat up straighter, allowing some of her anger to surface.
"Not everybody knows. Our dear mother is in for one hell of a surprise down the road. We're all going as a family tomorrow to see dad at his assisted living facility, to see if he has anything he wants to add, and just love him. I
think he needs that right now."
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SATURDAY MORNING 5-14-11
David felt the tug on his sleeve that same Saturday morning.
"All right Elvis, I'm awake. Too damn early on a Saturday if you ask me, but your right, trout waits for no man. Give me a minute and I'll make breakfast."
He sat up, glad for the little frame he had bought to put his double air mattress on. It made it a lot easier to get out of bed. He held his head in his hands for a bit. He'd had a bad episode last night, coming to his senses in the woods, with no idea how to get back to the campsite. If Elvis hadn't been there he would probably still be wandering around in circles. They were getting more frequent.
He fixed breakfast quietly while Elvis watched, keeping a close eye on the bacon.
Dishes done, he filled his small pack with lunch and fishing gear, picked up his rod, and looked over at Elvis.
"I'm gonna get that big one at Baker's Point today, Elvis. I can feel it. Ready to go?"
Elvis was so anxious he led the way.
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FRIDAY NIGHT 5-13-11
Sidney held Joy by the hand in a firm grip for reassurance.
"Calm down, babe. It's probably nothing."
Joy had a death grip on Sidney, trying to draw strength from the woman she loved.
"I can't calm down. This has to be bad news. What if they know about us? What if they disapprove. The secret is killing me."
Sidney rolled her eyes, thinking how many times they had already gone over this.
"Good. Look, when we came out to my Mom last year she didn't freak. I think she was a little disappointed from the grandchildren angle, but she's always liked you, so she was happy for us.
When we told her we wanted to adopt after college and established in out careers, it sealed the deal"
Her eyes hardened.
"And if they don't approve, we'll wear them down. But it really isn't as big a secret as you'd like to think. I get the feeling your dad knows, even though he's never said anything. Your brother and sister aren't idiots, they have to suspect. I think the only one worried is you."
Now relax, I'm sure this doesn't have anything at all to do with you."
She thought many times over the next year how she wished she'd been right.
Junior and Jane were already there, so they started the meal. They were all intrigued by the the almost demand that they all be there. Ronnie just said it was important family business.
Finally, they were in the living room. Ronnie had fended off their questions during dinner.She surprised them all by hugging them in turn.
She grabbed Junior and Joy and looked into their faces.
"What I'm about to show you is going to hurt, really bad. There's nothing I can do about that. What I can do is assure you that no matter what you see, I'm still your sister and I love you deeply."
She played the original first. Soon everyone in the room was in tears. Ronnie gave Joy her video, offering to let her watch hers in their oldest daughters room. Per her father, she had watched everyone of the DVDs.
Five minutes later they heard a scream like that of a wounded animal and rushed upstairs, finding her curled into a fetal ball, moaning. They had to call the ambulance, and she was treated for shock, sedated, and kept overnight. After making there was absolutely nothing they could do, the went back to Ronnie's. The hospital assured everyone she would wake around eight. Sidney stayed.
Junior sat in his niece's room for a long time after the video ended, without moving. Jane finally went and got him, leading him like she would a small child. She promised she would have him at the hospital by eight, and she would watch her video at home. By then it was almost two in the morning. Ronnie and Phil fell into the bed exhausted.
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SATURDAY MORNING 5-14-11
Sidney was dozing when Joy woke up. She stirred, trying to remember what kind of accident she was in. Her hands and legs moved fine, she didn't feel any lumps or contusions on her face of body. Joy felt the locket her dad had given her, and it all came back. She woke Sidney with a wail, bringing the nurses and doctors charging into the room. Sid had her wrapped in her arms, rocking her like a baby, waving them away. Soon the rest of the family were there and took turns holding her until she quieted down. She asked to be alone with Ronnie. After thirty minutes they came out, and Joy told them she was going to go spend the night with Sidney and her Mom. They all promised to meet at Juniors and go see their dad the next morning.
When she heard about David, Sidney's mom hugged Joy hard.
"That poor man. He was always so strong. Not the flashy look at me type strong, but like a tree. Solid. Dependable. You felt safe with him around."
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SATURDAY AFTERNOON 5-14-11
Jane watched her husband like a hawk. She had never in her life seen him so quiet. He was loud, rowdy, in a happy kind of way. She rubbed her tummy to give her strength. Five months along, it was a girl, something that gave them both a lot of pleasure. She was a surprise baby. Jane was thirty six, and they had two boys, fifteen and thirteen. They loved their grandfather, this was really going to hurt them.
She had always liked her father in law. She didn't much care for her mother in law, she always seemed distant, cold. The kids always flocked to their grandfather. She and Ronnie always tried to engage her in conversation, but she rarely talked any length.
"I hope he does something about how awful she's been to him all these years. She deserves it."
She thought quietly. She never said anything, he had always been a bit of a momma's boy. Jane definitely did not want to have to comment on the whole mess.
The boys came home to them from the other set of grandparents, and he surprised them by hugging fiercely. They were surprised.
"Gee, dad, you act like somebody died. Are you all right?"
Junior spoke for the first time in hours.
"No, son," he said as he ruffled the hair of his oldest. He knew how bad he hated that, it just wasn't cool.
"I just got really sad news, and I'm still trying to process it."
He turned around and hugged Jane so hard he lifted her off the ground. For the first time in twenty four hours he appeared normal. She dreaded tomorrow, she had always been afraid of rest homes.
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SATURDAY MORNING 5-14-11
Baker's point was named after one of the first settlers in the area, and the family owned the land at one time. The state had owned it for forty years, developing a park and campground.
There was hiking, swimming, boating, and especially fishing.
It was an actual point, a sheer knob of granite that extended out from the mountains into a point less than three feet wide. From there it dropped off ninety feet, where the headwaters of the river flowed by in typical fashion. An eighty foot run that dropped about four feet, strew with rocks the size of marbles up to the size of cars, before making a turn at the point and widening into a large pool.
David had just hiked up from the pool, and was sitting there gasping a little, just where the point leaves the mountain.
"Damn, Elvis, I can remember when I could run up here and not be out of breath."
Elvis looked at him like he was smiling. David noticed.
"Don't think I forgot. What the hell were you thinking? I almost had him, I bet he weighed fifteen pounds. That's a monster around here. I wasn't going to keep him, I just wanted to hold him once, before I let him go. I almost had him in the net when you jumped in the water and broke the line."
He looked over at Elvis, admiring him. He wasn't a perfect specimen, he had a crooked tooth that made his lip curl into a snarl, and it reminded him of a picture of a young Elvis, so he gave him that name. He was from the last litter of boxers he had bred, and was one of the biggest, weighing over seventy pounds.
He caught his breath and set out two small bowls.
He put water in one and a can of dog food in the other. He usually fed him dry, giving him a can once in a while as a treat. He took the long leash he had brought, clipped it to his collar, and tied it to a small tree. It was long enough to reach him as he unwrapped his lunch, and he bumped his head into his shoulder until he lifted his arm, and Elvis slid underneath.
He watched mournfully as David unwrapped his sandwich, whining softly.
"Damn, Elvis. I get you a gourmet can of food, and you're trying to steal the last meal I'm ever gonna have. What kind of fair is that?"
Still, he tore the sandwich in half and gave it to him.
"Here, bud. I owe you this. I want to apologize and thank you. First, for forgetting you for two days. Two days!"
His voice shook with shame.
"For two days you stood in your lot without food or water, yet when I remembered and came for you, all you wanted for the first minute or two was my attention. That's where the thank you part comes in. You made me realize it was time for me to stop pretending, and do something."
He paused to rub behind his ears, knowing he loved it.
"Did I ever tell you why I kept you instead of the others? You were butt ugly and dumb as a rock, for one thing. But the decider was loyalty. That's something I've come to value lately. It didn't matter if it was ten degrees or a hundred, if it was pouring rain in a high wind, or if it was a blizzard outside, if I went out you wanted to go too."
He patted the dog one more time.
"Don't worry, someone will be along shortly. You've got food and water, and if nothing else that bark will attract someone. Goodbye my friend."
He sat for a minute as tears ran down his face.
Looking at the point, he remembered this morning.
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He'd walked out the the very end of the point and looked down. Ninety feet looked like a long way down. The headwaters of the river ran alongside the base, dropping about ten feet in an eighty foot run, strewn with rocks from the size of a tennis ball to the size of a car, before curving around into a deep pool.
Ninety feet. That should just about do it.
He thought carefully about the plans he made, trying to find a flaw. For the sake of his children, this had to look like an accident. All the upbeat videos should reinforce that it was an accident.
He felt foolish, but was compelled to speak.
"I never worried much about you, you know. I took my kids to church for years, because I felt they needed to be exposed to you. I never really felt you in church. I guess there were too many people competing for your attention."
"No, I felt you in the wind. In the warm sun and rain that made my crops grow, in the beauty of a perfect crop, bound to nourish people I would never meet. And I saw you a few times too, in the faces of my children. I want to thank you for all that."
"I know what I'm about to do is a sin according to some. I admit I'm doing it partly for me, the thought of dying by inches doesn't appeal to me at all. But, mostly I'm doing it for my children. I can't stand the thought of forcing them to watch me fade away until only a shell is left. I don't want to burden them by forcing them through guilt and pain to come by and spend time with an empty husk. I want their last memories of me to be good, when I was able to function. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm selfish, but I'm gonna do it anyway. Just wanted to clear the air."
He stood for a second more, then grinned.
"Oh, and if you feel like granting me a last request, let me catch Mr. Big. I won't hurt him, I'll put him right back in the water. It'll be a good memory to go out on."
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SATURDAY AFTERNOON 5-14-11
Hank and Mary Travers were huffing and puffing, trying to keep up with their twelve year old daughter as she ran laughing up the trail. Both raised in a large city, they looked for jobs in smaller towns, looking for a better place to raise their children, and have a house with a big yard. Beth came to them late, they had just about given up trying when she came along.
They learned to love the outdoors, and camped as often as they could. They would regal friends at parties with their fiasco stories of their first attempt, but had become so proficient they were sought out as chaperones when Beth's girl scout troop went on their annual trips.
Beth heard the dog barking long before she saw it. When she topped the trail, she saw the big dog, tangled in his chain underneath the tree. An old man was sitting there, apparently ignoring the barking. Something didn't look right, and she waited for her parents.
When they got to the top Beth went up to the man and shook him gently.
"Mister? Mister! Are you all right?"
He was passive for a minute when he suddenly started. Gradually the little girl came into focus. When she saw him staring she repeated the question.
She remembered his reply her whole life, especially if she was in the mountains.
"No child, I'm not. Do you think your parents will walk me back to the campground? And if you would, unclip my dog and let him run while we untangle his leash. He won't hurt you. His name is Elvis, and the worst thing that could happen would be him attempting to lick you to death."
She looked at her dad and he nodded. She called his name and petted him for a minute before taking the leash off the collar. After being unable to take more than a few steps for hours, he immediately took off down the trail, burning off some pent up energy. She called after him, but the old man said to leave him, he'd be right back.
He was stiff when her mom and dad helped him up.
Her dad advised him to walk around a bit, to limber up his muscles. The old man walked to the end of the point and looked down, then up.
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David walked to the end of the point. He looked down at the water, then up at the sky. If the nice young family hadn't happened by, it may have been morning before he came back to himself.
Looking up at the sky, he thought to himself about the day.
"Well, guess you showed me. I give up, we'll do it your way."
He turned to go back to the trail, when Mary Travers screamed. Elvis had come back up the trail at a dead run, saw his master, and leapt straight into his arms at full speed. It knocked him completely off the point. Luckily, the little girl was busy untangling the leash, and didn't witness it. She called 911, there was signal on the point, and soon the rangers and EMTs arrived. It was too late.
David looked upwards as he fell, and had just enough time to mouth "thank you", and with his last thought hurled Elvis into the pool. He popped up and immediately ran back to David, licking his face and whining. The rangers had to shoot him with tranquilizers to get him to stop defending the body two hours later.
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SUNDAY MORNING 5-16-11
Juanita Childers walked through her front door with a happy smile on her face. She'd just spent a great night with her younger lover. They'd made plans for their future together, once she divorced David and got most of his assets. She was going to retire, and he was going to quit his job. The affair had been going on for over twenty years.
She thought about David, frowning. He was so nice, so gullible, he never suspected she was sleeping with other people. It had started less than two years after they were married, forty years ago, with their banker. After that fizzled out she hooked up randomly, carefully, always covering her tracks, until she met Josh.
It would be awful for David.It would be like clubbing baby seals. He might not ever recover.
But, as Josh often said, there's always got to be a loser.
As she laid her purse down, she noticed her answering machine was full, thirty messages. Odd.
It reminded her to turn on her cell phone, and she noticed her message board was full. Wonder what was going on? Most were from Ronnie and Phil, god what an insufferable ass he was, she wondered what she saw in him sometimes. She checked the last message. She heard Phils' voice.
"Juanita, when you hear this, you need to call me or Ronnie. David was in a serious accident yesterday, and you need to get to Highlands Medical just as soon as you can. Please let us know you got your message as soon as possible."
She was immediately concerned. Even if she didn't love him, she didn't want him to come to harm.
She called Ronnie.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? OFF FUCKING JOSH RANDALL? GET YOUR ASS UP HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU SLUT!"
Her head reeled. Ronnie knew. God, she hoped she hadn't told David. She had to get up there right away, try to get a handle on the situation. She called Josh on the way out the door.
"Josh, David's been in an accident. I knew I should have left the phone on last night! Worse yet, somehow Ronnie knows about us. I'm on the way to the hospital. Keep an ear out for your phone, try to answer it before your wife does. It might be a good idea to turn it off today. I'll call back as soon as I know more."
She could hear the near panic in his voice.
"She can't know now! It would screw up all our plans. Call me as soon as you can."
As he disconnected, it struck her he never asked about David. She had a wicked thought she tried to suppress. What if he died? It would move their plans up, and she would end up with all his assets instead of just most.
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She parked in the hospital lot, checking her hair in the mirror. Damn, she wished she'd had the presence of mind to change clothes. She had on her party dress, her seamed hose, black four inch pumps. All things she kept hidden in a closet of one of the spare bedrooms. She exercised regularly, was trim, colored her hair, and she looked ten years younger than her actual age.
Ronnie met her in the lobby, her face set in hard lines of anger and pain. There was no greeting.
She looked her mother over, noticing the dress, and her face got even harder.
"About damn time, Cinderella. Did you have a good time at the senior slut ball last night? Maybe win the prize for biggest whore?"
Juanita stepped back from her daughter, thinking she might actually strike her.
"Mind your tongue, young lady! How dare you speak to me like that."
Ronnie looked her up and down.
"Well, Mom, if the 'come fuck me' pumps fit, I guess you should wear them."
Her blush deepened. Ronnie was still at full volume and people were starting to stare. She took her arm, which she immediately shook off.
"Don't touch me, you slut!"
Juanita lost it and slapped her. She stood, horrified. What had she done?
Ronnie rubbed her cheek before she spoke again.
"Thanks, skank. I needed to calm down. The whole world doesn't need to know our dirty business. Come with us."
Phil had appeared at her side, and if looks could kill, Juanita would be on the floor. She could feel the anger in his body. They turned and headed down a hall to a small office, stopping at the door.
"Go in there. They'll give you the information on Dad's condition, since you were so concerned you haven't even asked me once."
They literally shoved her through the door.
Juanita stood before a woman who looked harried and tired. She looked up from her desk.
"May I help you? Please, take a seat."
Juanita sat gingerly. Josh took her ass last night, and she let him so infrequently she was sore. She smiled at the memory. She gave it to him as a special treat once in a while, it kept him in line. Juanita stared at the woman for a second.
"Yes, I hope so. I'm here to inquire about David Childers. Where is he? What's his condition? How soon can I see him? I was, er, out of town last night and didn't get the message. I came as soon as I could."
The woman fished through her files, and looked up, frowning. She called someone, and soon there was a doctor in the office. They both looked uncomfortable.
"Um, Mrs. Childers, I'm afraid you got some bad information. Your husband isn't in the hospital."
The doctor paused for a minute, he had always hated this part.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry to tell you your husband passed yesterday afternoon, a hiking accident, according to the report. Arrangements were made by your daughter to transport him back to your local funeral home. I thought your children told you. They were all here by midnight last night."
Juanita let out a small moan before she slumped down in the chair. The doctor checked her over, before summoning a nurse and instructing her to find the family. She came back with a note from Ronnie.
"You didn't need us when he was alive, I see no reason for us to be around now. If it was up to me I'd tell you to call Josh and have him comfort you. But Junior is in the lobby, waiting on you. Jane drove their car home."
That was it. Junior picked her up and drove her back home, refusing to speak or listen to her the whole way. Jane was waiting in the driveway. She didn't come into the house.
Juanita noticed.
"Screw them all. They'll come to me after the will is read, hands out. Let's see how they treat me then."
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THURSDAY AFTERNOON 5-19-11
It was a funeral the small town talked about for years. David was well liked, and the small church overflowed.
They all remembered the visitation, where Juanita sat on one side with the older grandchildren around her, and the siblings sat on the other. The line was long, and the mood somber, until Josh Randall appeared, hugged Juanita, and went over towards the children.
Joy came up in a rage.
"YOU BASTARD! YOU ACTUALLY HAVE THE NERVE TO COME HERE? GET OUT! NOW, OR I'LL TELL SECRETS."
His face turned bright crimson, and he practically ran out. It took three men to constrain Junior. Juanita fainted.
The same odd grouping occurred at the funeral.
Juanita rode in a limo with the three oldest grandchildren, while the siblings and their spouses rode in a limo together.
Sidney escorted Joy to the door of the limo and turned away, to be blocked by Junior.
"Where are you going? You're family now, and Joy needs you. Come on, sister in law, get in the car."
Sidney cried all the way to the cemetery, a mixture of sorrow and joy.
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MAY 19-26, 2011
Juanita sat and brooded. Why were the children being so mean? Didn't they think she deserved happiness?
She was making a list of things to do. She thought it odd that she couldn't find any paperwork she needed in his little office. When she went to the bank and found the safety deposit box empty she had a mild panic attack. She had especially wanted his grandmothers jewelery, something he refused to get out of the box except for special occasions. She planned on wearing most of it all the time.
"Calm down" she told herself, "Phil probably knows where everything is. It'll all come out at the reading of the will. Then I'll take those snippy kids down a peg or two."
The reading of the will would be tomorrow. Josh had slipped over last night, and they spent four glorious hours together. He had taken the little blue pill, and they spent most of it in bed. Five orgasms, at least. She slept like a rock.
She sat gingerly, she had given up her ass again. He was becoming more demanding, sexually, since she was no longer attached. She found it charming. He had bit her breasts and thighs, leaving marks that couldn't be seen, marks that declared her his. After the will was read and she found out just how much she had, and he got his divorce, they were selling out and leaving town.
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MONDAY AFTERNOON 5-23-11
Juanita actually had a spring in her step as she approached the office of Anne Johnson. It seemed odd at first that Phil didn't handle the will, but upon reflection she realized it made sense, avoiding conflict of interest.
She was greeted and ushered into a conference room. Anne came in and introduced herself. Juanita could feel her disdain in her voice and mannerism. It didn't matter, in an hour or two she would never have to see you again.
"Mrs. Childers, I am instructed by the terms of the will to have you view this video, it will answer a lot of questions before the actual reading of the will. It should take a little over thirty minutes. When you're done, have my receptionist get me, and we'll gather with the rest of the family to read the will. If you need water or anything else, she will get it for you."
With that Anne left the room.
"Gee, what's the problem?" she thought. "I guess I need to hear Hubby's last words."
She had to admit, she missed him more than she thought she would. Even if she didn't exactly love him like she should, she was attentive to most of his needs. He made her feel safe and comfortable. Lately the big farmhouse seemed too empty, and the creaks and groans of an old house settling as the temperature changed kind of unnerved her. Odd she had never noticed that while he was alive. She started the video. His face filled the screen.
"Juanita, if you're watching this, I'm already in the rest home. Two years, and you never noticed me degenerating. Oh well, I'm sure you had other things on your mind."
She blushed, she had been a little self centered.
He continued.
"Things like fucking Josh Randall. Did you know he's probably the sperm donor for Joy? And Junior, I have no idea who his sperm donor is, but if you can remember, you need to tell him. If I've learned on thing from all this, it's that conditions like mine are genetically transferred.
The knowledge should be helpful should he ever need a kidney or something along that line."
She paused the disc in panic. How had he found out? After getting her breathing under control she restarted the disc, fearing the worst.
"It might be interesting for you to know that Ronnie is mine. She must have slipped through by accident."
"All these years I've loved you, and you've been distant from me. I understand now. You know, I've never liked Josh, he's always seemed sleazy to me. Now I know I'm right."
"When I found out, I paid a firm to get audio and pictures of you two together. Want to see and hear some excerpts?"
The screen was filled with a photo of Josh and her in a bed, naked, his sperm splashed across her face and chest, while an audio played.
It was her giggling.
"Can you believe how clueless they are? Twenty years and they don't suspect a thing. I feel bad for them really, especially your wife. It's gonna hurt her pretty bad to get the divorce papers. At
least the kids are out of the house."
She heard Josh laugh.
"She'll be all right. She can move in with her mother while we sell the house and split the money. Lord knows she can't afford to live there by herself. And your husband, that's the on who'll really get hurt. When you have him served and asked for seventy per cent, he'll probably have a heart attack."
She heard her voice again.
"You know I'll probably only get fifty per cent, but that's a healthy chunk. Enough, with your retirement coming up in a year, and early social security, to last us the rest of our lives. I've always wanted to go to Europe, and Scotland. Let's start there and see where it goes."
Then they went into sex talk, and she could hear herself slurping while Josh urged her on.
"Oh baby, just like that! I never get tired of your mouth! I'm close baby close. I'm gonna pull out, baby, give you a pearl necklace. Aaaah!"
She was mortified, sitting there listening to herself. The picture had changed into a slide show of her and Josh together in different positions.
They faded into the face of her husband. She had never seen such an angry look on his face.
"I wondered, if you found me so lacking, why didn't you leave. Then I discovered it was all about the money."
"Now, honey, seeing you hold me in such high regard, I thought it only fair to return the favor."
"My new will is iron clad, but if you want to spend resources you're really not going to have, feel free to try and break it."
"All my insurance policies now have our children listed as beneficiaries. You'll get nothing should I die. I prepaid for the funeral, so you won't be burdened with that debt."
"I sold the farm, all but twenty acres and the house and buildings, to that developer who's been after me for years. It was mine before we were married, and my dad had it tied up in a trust that couldn't be broken, unless I decided to sell. He tried to get me to reduce the price because of the economy, but I told him I had given him first choice, and if he didn't want to pay the price I would list it. He buckled and gave me full price."
"I moved everything out of the safety deposit box, took all the savings except ten thousand, all the bonds and investments, and moved them to another bank, and had the account put in Ronnie's name. If she feels like you deserve more she'll give it to you."
Her head was reeling. What had he done?
"I know you probably won't like living in that five bedroom house by yourself, so I did you a favor. I paid off Juniors' house. You and he will be switching. He needs more room with the baby coming, and his little two bedroom ought to suit you just fine. You don't have to thank me. Oh, and don't try to fight it, Ronnie is my executor along with Anne, and they'll have you evicted. No, this way you can act like a thoughtful mother and be a hero."
The proceeds from the sale of the land went into trust funds, divided equally between the three kids. If they feel like giving you some of it, it's up to them."
"I assure you, everything I've done has been carefully assessed and totally legal. Like I said before, fight it if you want. Also, if you try divorce me, or try to get hold of my finances by declaring me mentally incompetent, it's too late. I had myself declared incompetent a year ago, and named Ronnie my guardian."
He rested his head on his hands on the screen. When he looked up, she could see the tears.
"I don't know why you didn't love me, guess I never will. But you gave me a few good memories and three great kids. That's why I'm leaving you enough to retire in comfort. But be aware, should you blow the money on, say, trips to Europe, when it's gone it won't be replaced."
"Finally, I gave strict instructions that you were not to be placed on my visitors list at the rest home. I want what few memories I have left to be pleasant ones. Goodbye Juanita."
He sat for a moment, and then added an afterthought.
"By the time I'm gone you will have received a few surprises I left for you. Take them in the spirit they were given."
The video froze on his face, a look of despair and anger on his face.
She lay her head on the table and wept.
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She didn't stay for the reading of the will, she couldn't see the point.
Ronnie saw the looks of surprise on her siblings. Each of them were moderately wealthy. If they were conservative and lived within their means, they could provide the best for their children and
live comfortably in their retirement.
Ronnie had no mercy on her mother, making her stick to the instructions in his will. After a month, she and Junior swapped houses. It did make her look like a thoughtful mother, and she did admit, she liked thee little house. It was so much easier to take care of. She lived quietly.
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FRIDAY AFTERNOON 6-22-11
Juanita wondered what her boss wanted. She hardly ever asked anyone to come there, preferring to move about the building, talking while she supervised.
She looked back on her job. She wanted to go to work after Joy was born, she told David she was feeling bored. They didn't need the money, and she assured him it was just something she wanted to do. Of course he agreed, wanting to make her happy. She soon found that there wasn't a lot out there for a high school dropout. She couldn't see the sense of staying on school since she was going to marry David just as soon as she turned eighteen.
David actually got her the job, his cousin owned the rest home. It was housekeeping, and didn't pay a lot, but she had always liked to clean. She slowly moved up until she was housekeeping supervisor.
One of the perks of the job was the retirement program. If you stayed twenty years, you could retire at three quarters pay, after the age of sixty. Juanita was past sixty, but needed fifteen more months to vest. It would coincide with her taking early retirement.
She was surprised to see Josh there. They had hit a bit of a rough spot when she found out she wasn't going to inherit much. He still slipped over from time to time, but he never talked of a future together anymore, saying hey should cool it for awhile, let things blow over. The sex had gotten rougher, too. She wasn't comfortable with it, and things came to a head when he did her anally and then tried to get her to take him in her mouth. When she refused he stormed out, and they hadn't gotten together since.
"Josh! What are you doing here?"
He shrugged.
"Dunno. She said be here at three, so here I am? Think it has something to do with our play times?"
She had gotten him his job there sixteen years ago, as one of three groundskeeper/maintenance men the home employed.
Mona, the owner, called them into the office and shut the door. She sat and looked at them for a moment before slamming a file on the desk.
"You idiots! Do you know how dangerous what you've been doing was to my business? If the state inspectors had caught you having sex in one of those empty room, I could have lost my license! And Juanita, at your age! What were you thinking?"
They sat there stunned. How had she found out? They were very careful. When a room was available, she did the final inspection, and had a maintenance man[guess who] go over it before releasing it to be occupied again. They had some of their hottest sex there, quickies mostly, with an occasional head job. The fact that there was a remote possibility they could get caught heightened the excitement.
Mona flipped a few pages out of the file, two of them having sex, doggie style on the bed, her uniform skirt flipped up and his pants around his ankles, and one of her on her knees, while he leaned against a dresser with a blissful look on his face. There was little doubt what was happening.
"Just so you know, these are legal. There's a notice in every hallway about video cameras in use. This one is special. I put it in the room after David talked to me, and removed it before a resident moved in. I just wanted you to know I had these, just so you wouldn't put up too much of a fuss over what's about to happen."
"Josh, I'm sorry to inform you, due to the recent economic downturn, I'm going have to lay you off. I wish you the best in future employment. Do not expect a recommendation."
Josh exploded.
"What? You can't do that, I have eight years on the last guy, and I've only got four years to go to get vested. You can't do this to me."
Mona sighed.
"All right, if that's the way you want it. Josh Randall, you are hereby terminated for flagrant violations of the morality clause covered in our
employee rules of conduct. I note that in your file is a copy of the rules with your signature, noting that you read and understood these rules.
Please leave the property immediately. And Josh, these photos will find their way to your wife, somehow. Still don't want me to lay you off?"
Josh sagged back in the chair, defeated.
"Yes ma'am, I'll accept the layoff."
Mona smiled.
"Good, at least unemployment will give you some income while you try to find another job. Please leave now, and never come back on this property. Are we clear?"
He nodded, and left without saying another word.
Juanita sat there stunned, fearing her fate.
Mona barely concealed her hatred.
"Juanita, let me tell you what a stupid bitch you are. My first inclination was to fire you when David showed me the pictures. I was hesitant to put the camera up, but admit it was an act of self preservation. You need to get on your knees and thank God David didn't want you fired. After he explained what he wanted, it gave me a greater respect for him."
She sat back and looked at her severely.
"Juanita Childers, in light of recent activities, I am removing you from your supervisory position and demoting you to part time. From now on, you are allowed two days a week, on Friday and Saturday. You know what a hard time we have getting people to work the weekends, this solves all our problems."
"You get to keep your job, and I get reliable help on the weekends."
Juanita broke into tears. Mona slapped the folder down again.
"If this isn't acceptable, you can always quit. But think about it, this way you get to keep your job and still earn your retirement. Since it's based on hours, and you're going from forty to sixteen, it'll take you until you're sixty seven to vest, but it's not like you're going on pleasure cruises or traveling soon, now is it. Take it or leave it, Juanita, but I need your answer right now."
Juanita was trapped and knew it, so she agreed.
Mona felt a little pity for her.
"It's not that bad. You can still retire next year and work. Your pay won't even effect what you draw. If you behave yourself, in a year or so I'll give you more hours."
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EXCERPTS FROM THE GOODBYE DVDs
JOY.
His face filled the screen. He had a big smile on his face.
"Joy-Joy, did I ever tell you why I called you that? It was because you gave me twice the joy in my middle years than I deserved. Your mother got to name the other two, but I insisted on your name, Joy Elizabeth. Elizabeth was in honor of your great grandmother, I wish you could have met her."
"You gave me a great gift. Ronnie was so much older than you it was like I got a first daughter all over again. I can't tell you how many times you lived up to your name over the years. Every time I felt low, you were always there to cheer me up. I can't tell you how sad I was when you went off to college, But it's life. It was time for you to start seeking your own destiny."
His face got serious.
"Joy-Joy, I need you to understand something. No matter what some lines on a test say, your mine. My baby girl, and you always will be. If you've never believed anything else I've ever told you, believe this. I love you dearly, my daughter."
He paused, still looking serious.
"Speaking of love, baby, everyone knows you're gay. Even as clueless as Junior is, even he figured it out."
"I knew when you were thirteen, and I found your brothers old Playboys and other skin magazines where you hid them in the barn. I knew when you and Sidney got together your junior year and went to the prom together, saying you couldn't find boys interesting enough to take you. You even bought corsages for each other. It was no surprise you guys went to the same college and shared a two bedroom apartment. You don't know how many times I wanted to tell you to stop fooling around and get a one bedroom, until I visited you and saw you guys had turned the other bedroom into a study room. So stop goofing around, and come out. We'll all act surprised if you want us to."
He added it as an after thought not to be surprised if her mother doesn't take it well.
"That being said, I'm glad Sidney is an economics major. Let her keep up with the money I'm giving you. Artists aren't generally known for their keen business sense."
"I'm glad you're going to be an artist. You have a rare gift, your paintings are like snapshots of a soul. Remember that pencil sketch you made of you and I when you were ten of us walking across the field, with the two boxers I had at the time?
That's when I knew what a talent you were. If you remember, the next month I started your art lessons."
"I framed that sketch, it had a place of honor on the wall right across from my desk. It's in my will, that when I pass it is to be placed in my casket with me, along with the baseball Junior hit to win the county championship, and the first place certificate Ronnie got in the regional science and math fair. I'm so proud of all of you."
There was more, but she couldn't stand to finish then.
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JANE
"Jane, I need you to do something for me. Watch over Junior. He's a gentle soul and has always been partial to his mother. That's why what I'm leaving you two is in both your names. If he's not careful, she'll wheedle most of what I give you away from him."
"By now you should be living in our old house. It was built by my grandfather, but I kept it up and added improvements. It's a house used to the sounds of children, so it should be happy you're there."
"I know things were a little rough for you two, with you being laid off and his hours being cut. I have a request."
"You should have ample money for you to go back to school and finish your degree. If you do, Ronnie has a spot waiting for you, maybe even a partnership down the line."
"Junior has always been a mechanic at heart. Try to get him to go to diesel school, the work is more steady and he won't be gone overnight anymore. I've redone one of the farm sheds and fixed it up, all he has to do is go to work when he gets his certificate. There's always work for a good mechanic."
"I want Bobby to have my truck. It's a little old, but it's in good shape and doesn't have many miles on it. He's fifteen, he'll be driving soon.
Give little Dave the farm equipment, he was the one most likely to be a farmer. I left you enough acres he can do some experimenting with, just to see if he likes it. I also want you to give him Elvis. He's dumb as a rock, but he's loyal, and he and Dave have always gotten along."
"I'm sorry I won't get to see them become adults. and I want you to promise me on your soul when your little girl is born you bring her to see me."
"I hope you have a good life. Watch out for your family for me."
"Oh, and don't get stupid and name your daughter Davida. I don't like the way it sounds."
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SIDNEY
"Well I did it, girl, forced Joy to come out."
"Treat her well, give her the love she needs. Look out for her, you know she's an idiot when it comes to practical matters, especially money. I know you're the dominant one in the relationship, so the burden falls to you."
"And Sid, I'm glad she found you. I hope your lives turn out well. And come see me Sid, just you, occasionally, So we can know each other better."
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TWO YEARS LATER 5-16-13
Eight adults, seven children, ten tents. It looked like a band of gypsies had descended on the campground. They ate breakfast the next morning, the three adults cooking lost count of the pancakes and sausage they cooked. The cooks rested while everyone else cleaned. The kids who were small enough played in the creek under watchful eyes, while the two teen girls and two teen boys wandered off in search of people their own age.
They ate a light lunch and started packing backpacks and boxes. Soon the whole group were filing up the hill in a column, slowly enough the children could keep up. A little eighteen month old girl was handed from adult to adult as they tired.
Forty minutes later the arrived at Baker's Point. There was a forty two inch wall on the drop side, and warnings were posted. The wall had a plaque near the end.
"In honor of David Childers, who accidentally fell from here 4-14-11. Erected by his children in his honor. Rest In Peace, Dad."
Soon two small tents was erected and there was a bustle among the females. Soon the strains of a string quartet were heard, and five minutes later the wedding march commenced.
Joy emerged from one tent, Sidney from the other. They were dressed in identical white dresses, and carried matching bouquets. They walked towards the makeshift altar with Ronnie, Jane and their daughters on one side, and Phil, Junior, and his sons, and the two small sons of their preacher on the other. The preacher and his wife stood at the makeshift altar.
When the music stopped the ceremony began. Same sex marriage had become legal in their state two months before, and it had taken that long to coordinate everyone's schedules.
When the reverend asked "Who gives this woman in marriage", Joy looked at the portrait carefully placed beside her.
"My father does" she said in a calm, confident voice.
For the rest of her life as an acclaimed artist, if she was ever asked what she considered her masterpiece, she would point it out.
"Portrait Of Me And My Father" showed a pale blue sky beating down on a finely furrowed field. A little blond girl, around six years ole, was holding a man;s hand and looking up at him. You could see the love in her eyes. She was barefoot, weaing a little white shift. You could see the dirt stains on the tail. The man was looking down, smiling. He was wearing boots, overalls, and a dirty white t shirt. His bald head was gleaming in the sunlight. Two boxers pranced around the pair, kicking up small puffs of dirt.
She had won three awards with it, and had several very lucrative offers to buy it, but she could never part with it.
After the ceremony, and the hugs and kisses, the others started repacking everything.
Ronnie, Phil, Joy, Sidney, Jane and Junior took a small cooler and walked to the end of the point. The cooler contained flower petals, which Joy, Ronnie, and Junior tossed over the wall and down into the water. The spouses stood back and watched, then hugged each in turn before heading back.
Elvis couldn't wait to get back down the trail. "Little" Dave, now six feet tall, held him firmly as he whined. He petted him.
"I know Elvis, we all miss him."
Juanita found out three months later, when one of the grandchildren let it slip. Joy hadn't spoken to her since the funeral.
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This story came from a true experience. I had a friend who moved two states away. We would talk occasionally, but as five years past,we stopped. He called me out of the blue one day, saying he was going through all his old numbers and found mine. We chatted for a few minutes before he revealed the true purpose of his call. He had the disease, second stage. He was going through his phone records, calling friends and telling them goodbye while he still could.
We talked about old times for about thirty minutes before he hung up. I made a resolve to call him again soon, and three weeks later I did. I got his wife.
"I'm so sorry" she said "he died in a fishing accident. He fell into the river and his waders filled and dragged him down."
I felt the hairs on the back stand up. My friend had almost drowned as a small child, and harbored an almost paralyzing fear of water. He got queasy driving over bridges.
Draw your own conclusions.
And before you say anything, I have Juanita's story plotted it out.
Thanks for reading. | literotica |
Title: Double Vision Ch. 03
Tags: petite, filipina, group sex, oral, asian, submission
*[Note: This is a continuation of the story commencing with Double Vision 1 in which the main characters are introduced. The installations are meant to be read in order.]*
In the morning I woke up spooned behind Daniella, my cock hard between her ass cheeks. I caressed her curves and nibbled at her delicate neck. Daniella sighed a little, letting me know that she was awake and appreciating my attention. After a while, she began to tuck her pelvis back and forth to rub my cock with her ass: the same ass I had fucked for the first time last night.
Daniella turned to face me. I kissed her lips then kissed my way down her body. Grasping her small hips, I dove my tongue between the folds of her pussy. I licked her lips and clit in no particular hurry. Daniella reached her hands down and ran her fingers through my hair. I concentrated on her clit and flicked my tongue up and down until she moaned in orgasm.
"Thanks, Dio," she smiled. "I know your cock is hard for me but if you can wait a little while I'll have a special treat for you."
I was intrigued and figured that any surprise Daniella cooked up would be pretty good.
"Would you like some juice?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied.
Daniella slipped on a red silk robe that fell just below her ass and showed off her beautiful brown legs and left me alone for a few minutes. It seemed as if that glass of juice was taking a long time but figured she was in the bathroom. Daniella swung the door open and brought me a frosty glass of pineapple juice. While I wasn't overwhelmed if this was the surprise, it tasted great and I drank it down pretty quickly.
"Was that the surprise?" I asked.
"No," Daniella replied. "If you're ready, I'll get it."
"I'm dying to find out. Go ahead," I said.
Daniella left the room again and quickly returned with Jennifer, who also wore a short silk robe of pale golden color. Her toenails were painted a soft gold as well and her hair was done up with chopsticks, her eyes with mascara. Now I was starting to get the picture. Jennifer looked nervous but Daniella got right to the point.
"Dio, Jennifer is here for her first lesson. You don't have to do anything yet. She's going to get to know your body."
Daniella told Jennifer to get on the bed with me and give me a kiss. Jennifer looked at me doubtfully so I gave her a warm smile in reassurance. Jennifer leaned in close and gave me a peck on the lips. The scent of jasmine was on her body.
"Try again, Jennifer," Daniella coached. "Put your hands on his chest and kiss him like you mean it."
Jennifer touched my chest with her slim fingers and I saw her expression change to something that looked more like lust. She leaned in again and kissed my lips with more passion.
"That's good, that's good," Daniella encouraged. "Climb on top of him and keep kissing. Don't be afraid to use your tongue."
Jennifer obediently straddled my waist and rubbed her hands over my chest, biting her lower lip as she looked at me. Her robe hung open, revealing small breasts with hard nipples that stood out a quarter inch from her pale areolas. Jennifer dove in for another kiss, mouth open, holding my cheeks as she mashed her lips against mine and tentatively thrust her tongue in to meet mine.
Daniella sat cross-legged next to us intently watching and absently touched her own breast through the red silk. I saw her nipples harden under the sheer fabric. "That looks really good," she said in a softer voice.
"I'll say," I agreed and reached over to pull Daniella's robe open, causing her to smile at me.
Daniella reached for the sash on Jennifer's robe and pulled it, then pulled the robe from her body leaving Jennifer's slim form bare except for a pale gold thong. Her body was longer, paler and less curvy than Daniella's but no less mouth-watering.
"Touch and kiss him all over." Daniella resumed her coaching and Jennifer complied, working her way down my chest to my stomach, even tonguing my belly button.
Next Daniella told Jennifer, "rub your body against his, rub your nipples all over him and then put them in his mouth for him to suck on."
With a determined look, Jennifer obeyed Daniella once again. It was amazing to have my new girlfriend orchestrating the seduction of her inexperienced and pretty roommate. Daniella sloughed off her robe as Jennifer rubbed her nipples on my thighs, her face just inches from my erect cock. Daniella reached over and pinched Jennifer's nipple, "put that in his mouth, okay?" she said.
Jennifer straddled me again and lowered first one then the other breast to my mouth. I licked and sucked her hard nipples as she let out her first sigh. As Daniella watched me tongue her roommate's nipples, she played with her own, flicking them with her pretty fingernails and pinching and pulling on them, making her buds stick out from her dark brown areolas.
"Are you ready to suck his cock, Jennifer?" Daniella asked.
Jennifer nodded her head in assent.
"Get down between his legs and let's see what you can do," Daniella directed.
Jennifer got on all fours with her head above my cock then slowly bent down to kiss the tip, first tentatively, then with more enthusiasm but not even taking the whole head into her mouth.
"Let me show you something," Daniella said as Jennifer pulled up to watch.
From my side, Daniella leaned in and swallowed the head of my cock while caressing my balls with one small hand and pumping the base of my shaft with the other. I moaned and Daniella pulled off.
"Now you try it," she told Jennifer.
Jennifer bent down, ass in the air and held my balls and shaft as she began to suck. She was kind of uneven but after a few minutes found a rhythm that was feeling really good to me and I really enjoyed watching her ass move back and forth as she sucked the top half of my cock.
"See how deep you can swallow it," Daniella breathed as she watched Jennifer blow me from a few inches away. I could tell she was really excited.
"Show me?" Jennifer asked, and sat back on her heels expectantly.
Daniella obliged but stuffing my cock in her mouth and slowly pushing until she had all but about half an inch extending beyond her luscious lips. She pulled off and moved Jennifer to the side so that she could get between my legs.
"Dio, put your hands on my head and when I get as far as I can, push me the rest of the way down. I want to feel your cock in my throat." She continued, "Jennifer, come to the side and watch closely. You can use your hands to help Dio."
I held Daniella's head in my hands as she took my cock between her lips with a determined look. Jennifer put one hand on top of mine and reached down to hold my balls with the other. When Daniella got almost all of my cock in her mouth she looked up at me and I gently but firmly pushed down until her lips enveloped my cock to the root. She made a moaning sound that cause her throat to vibrate on my cock head, then pulled up as Jennifer's mouth opening in admiration or anticipation.
"I want to try," said Jennifer softly.
Daniella moved out the way as Jennifer resumed her position between my legs and began licking and sucking my cock head. She took one of my hands and placed it on her head and settled down to swallow my cock to where she had all but an inch inside.
"Do you want me to push?" I asked.
"Mmm, mmm," she assented.
Daniella added her hands to mind as we gently pushed Jennifer's head down until she too had her lips to the root of my cock, then spluttered up for air.
"Wow," Daniella commented. "Try again."
Jennifer continued to practice taking my cock into her throat until she could hold it there without gagging. Daniella praised her as she stroked Jennifer's lithe back and shoulders.
The only reason I hadn't come yet was the intermittent nature of the extremely pleasurable sensations the two women were subjecting me to. "Jennifer," Daniella asked her, "do you want Dio to come in your mouth or would you like to fuck him?"
Jennifer looked uncertainly at my cock and at Daniella and me.
"Not sure?" Daniella asked. "Wait, I have an idea. First, let's get those panties off. Turn around," she commanded
Jennifer turned with her head toward my feet and her ass facing me. Daniella grabbed Jennifer's hips and moved her up my body so that her ass was about six inches from my face. Now Daniella grabbed Jennifer's thong and slowly pulled it down revealing a tight little ass and hairless pussy, visibly moist with arousal. Daniella quickly rubbed a finger between Jennifer's pussy lips then put the finger in my mouth.
"Suck his cock again, Jennifer," Daniella ordered, while pulling Jennifer's hips back to position her pussy at my lips. As I licked, Jennifer whimpered and plunged my cock deep into her mouth. Pretty soon, she was too distracted to suck me with any concentration. Noticing this, Daniella order her to squat over my face, giving me better access to Jennifer's clit.
As I continued to lick Jennifer's pussy, she sighed and whimpered and Daniella put a condom on my cock and climbed on top of me. As she slowly fucked me she caressed her roommate's ass and even dipped her fingers inside Jennifer's pussy. I concentrated on her clit with rapid flicks of my tongue and brought Jennifer to her first orgasm with another person. She cried out and pulled off to flop on the bed beside me.
"Now I think you're ready," Daniella decided, and directed Jennifer to take her place.
Flushed and glowing with tiny drops of perspiration, Jennifer positioned her slim body above me, her pussy just above my cock. Daniella grabbed my cock and parted Jennifer's pussy lips with her other hand to guide me inside. Jennifer sank down about half way and I could feel my cock head against her hymen. On her knees behind Jennifer, Daniella caressed her roommate's back, hips, and ass, encouraging her to fuck me.
"That looks so good Jennifer," Daniella breathed. "You're fucking my boyfriend. He's taking your virginity and I'm telling you to do it."
Jennifer was breathing deeply as my cock thrust between her lips.
"I want you to take him all the way in your pussy, just like you did with your mouth," Daniella whispered, then reached around to play with Jennifer's nipples.
Jennifer grunted, then thrust down hard, letting out a little cry. My cock was now deeply in her tight cunt. Jennifer collapsed onto my chest and sought my mouth with hers.
"Tell him to fuck you, Jennifer. Tell him to make you a woman," Daniella prompted.
Jennifer looked in my eyes then kissed me passionately. "Make me a woman," she whispered and kissed me again.
I began thrusting up into her pussy as I gripped her little ass. Jennifer was moaning steadily.
"Say it!" Daniella commanded.
"Fuck me, fuck me" Jennifer said in a breathy voice.
I complied and began to fuck Jennifer more forcefully, incredibly around by the situation. I was more than ready to come but wanted Jennifer to get the full ride if I could hold out. Daniella continued to caress us both as we fucked. Now she turned her attention to me.
"Dio, how does a virgin pussy feel? Is it tight? Is it wet?"
Daniella continued, "you're the first man to fill her with cock, first her mouth, now her pussy. I bet you've got a big load of cum to shoot up her pussy."
I was thrusting more and Jennifer was moaning and crying out.
"That's right, fuck that virgin pussy, fill it with your thick cock, fill it full of cum."
Jennifer cried out "I'm cumming!" I was on the brink. I squeezed Jennifer's ass forcefully and exploded in her cunt as it pulsed on my cock.
"I've never seen anyone fuck before," Daniella said. "That was really hot."
Jennifer was panting, collapsed on my sweaty chest, breathing hard against my neck.
Daniella stroked Jennifer's cheek. "Jennifer," she said, "I give you permission to practice sucking my boyfriend's cock whenever you want. But you can only fuck him when I'm there to watch. Okay?"
Jennifer reached out and took Daniella's hand. In between heavy breaths she said, "thank you so much, Dee. I was told that the first time isn't very good. But this was awesome."
"What did you like about it so much?" Daniella inquired.
"Well it felt wonderful of course," Jennifer replied. "but I also liked being told what to do. My insecurities just fell away. I don't think I've ever been so in the moment before."
"So you want to do it again sometime?" Daniella asked.
"Anytime you say, Dee," Jennifer assented, "as long as it's okay with Dio."
"Dio?" Daniella turned to me smugly.
"This is a fantasy come true," I said. "Of course I'd do this again."
In the coming weeks I began to spend a lot of time at Daniella and Jennifer's apartment and we developed a routine. Daniella was a pretty good cook and made dinner for us most nights in the tiny kitchen. Jennifer would come back from a late afternoon run and hop in the shower. She'd come out in her robe smelling fresh and clean and offer to help Daniella with dinner, a question that soon became a joke. The first time this happened, Daniella responded, "yea, you can peel the eggplant for me."
Jennifer looked around and said, "where is it?"
"In Dio's pants," Daniella said, then burst into laughter.
Thus it became a ritual that as the evening light flowed through the gauzy curtains, the sound of music pulsed on the stereo, and the smell of pancit or chicken adobo and rice emanated from the kitchen, Jennifer would drop her robe on a chair and stand before me showing me her freshly shaved pussy with delicate rose pink lips and ask me to feel to see if she had missed any hairs. Next Jennifer would pull my pants off. Placing a pillow on the floor, she knelt and sucked my cock with enthusiasm until I pumped my cum into her mouth.
She learned to swallow (according to Daniella's orders) and said that the pineapple juice they were always giving me made my cum taste sweet. If dinner was ready before I came, Daniella would cover the food to keep it warm and come join us. She really liked to watch Jennifer fuck me on top, sometimes facing me, sometimes facing away. Both of them were on the pill by now so I didn't have to use condoms with them. Daniella liked to rub my balls and finger my ass as I pumped Jennifer's pussy full of cum. On one such evening, we were drinking wine before dinner and Daniella and Jennifer were both a bit tipsy.
As Jennifer sat in my lap, facing away and pumped her pussy up and down on my cock, Daniella took of her clothes and grabbed my balls as she watched us. Leaning in, Daniella took Jennifer's nipple in her mouth and starting to lick, such and bite it, causing Jennifer to moan. Daniella licked her way down and darted her tongue against Jennifer's clit.
"Yes!" Jennifer called out.
Encouraged, Daniella began to lick Jennifer's pussy in earnest, tickling my balls with her fingertips, her knees on the pillow Jennifer had used earlier. Jennifer was crying out her pleasure and soon pulsed her pelvis up and down rapidly in orgasm. Causing my cock to explode inside her. Daniella pulled my cock out of Jennifer's pussy and licked and sucked my extremely sensitive cock clean as I moaned. Next she dove into Jennifer's pussy and lapped at my cum as it dripped from her roommate's pussy, then moved up to her clit until Jennifer had another orgasm.
Jennifer stood up and grabbed Daniella and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"I've been wanting to do that," she said.
"Then why didn't you," asked Daniella.
"Because you didn't tell me to," replied Jennifer, meekly.
"I'll make a note of that," smiled Daniella. | literotica |
Title: Six Tails, One Pichu by foxohki
Tags: Anal, Cub, Domination/Submission, Feral, First Time, Fox, Heat, M/F, Mouse, Non-anthro, Pheromones, Tail Sex, Vaginal, Virgin, Vixen, age play, cunnilingus, muzzlefuck, pichu, pokemon, size difference, vulpine, vulpix
female Vulpix/ male pichu cubIt was Vulpix's second heat, and she pretty much knew the routine by now...The female fox looked somewhat uncomfortable as she lay on her large boulder planted the middle of a riverbed, flowing water all around. It was the rock she had chosen to be her home for the past week now, for it was a week ago when her heat had started. And just like all heating Vulpix in her pack that didn't yet have a mate, she was forced to leave the forest and remain secluded next the river so she wouldn't don't drive the male Vulpix and Ninetales mad with desire.The antsy vixen stands to pace back and forth on the enormous stone surrounded by rushing liquid, the hot sun beating down on her furry coat, heating the outside of her body to unbearable temperatures. Still, a certain other place inside of the female's form seemed to burn even more, a place where the sun could not even touch... She would often be seen waving her six fluffy tails vigorously, wagging them up and down towards her body to fan herself. Doing so would help to cool her off a bit, but it did absolutely nothing to satisfy the spot that most heated spot. Suddenly jumping off of her boulder, she splashes into a deep area of the cold moving water below, then quickly swims to the side of the river to leap from rock to rock and climb back up, dripping wet and refreshed. Her pack had other reasons for sending unmated heating Vulpix to this specific river to stay other than to get them away from their males, and It was supposed to serve two specific purposes; to help mask the female's heating scent by having it be carried downstream and away from her, and for them to use the cold water to cool their heated bodies. The river did seem to help carry the smell of her lust pheromones away, at least, it appeared to work for this Vulpix so far. No male had found her in her first heat while she stayed here last time, and she has yet to encounter any in her second heat now. But the second function of the cold water always failed to lessen the burning sensation of her inflamed sex... It was easy to tell this vixen's pack was run by males who had no idea of what it meant to be in heat, and that sending females to this river in there time of need was their idea. "Just jump in the cold water to keep get rid of that hot feeling!" They told her. Yeah... As if that would really help...Standing on her rock now soaking wet, she doesn't bother to shake her body dry and get rid of the wetness clinging to her fur, she instead lays back down on top of her rock to let the sun evaporate the water slowly, allowing the cool liquid to remain on her form as long as possible. But she was not the kind of female who would let her coat get messy, so she begins to lap at her wet fur and comb it over smoothly, regrettably removing the water in the process.Licking and licking the fur on the side of her body until it is cleaned, she lays down and rolls onto her back so she can lap at the creamy white fur that marked the underside of her body and all of her most tender areas. Leaning forward with the top half of her body, she begins tonguing at the top of her chest to smooth her pelt with moist licks. Lower and lower her laps go, moving down along her stomach until she reaches her crotch, her licks running against that that warm mound of flesh that encased her heating Vulpix sex. Quickly forgetting about grooming, she begins to tongue hard at her inflamed vulva, desperately trying to cool off the heated opening and loving the pleasing sensation that touching that area gives her.She had figured out she could lick herself down there to dim the flame that raged within her loins during her first stay here, and she would prod at that hole until it leaked hot liquids two or three times every day just to stay sane. Whenever she licked herself hard enough and long enough, her body would shudder in pleasure, the heated water spilling out of that damned hell crevice and douse the fire inside for a while. She found it helped if she imagined it wasn't her tongue lapping at her sex, but a large powerful male Ninetales' licker. His bright red maleness jutting up and down as he lapped at her vagina, dripping and ready, just waiting to come inside. The clever vixen had even invented a way to put that imaginary throbbing penis to use... Stopping her licking, she grabs one of her six red furred tails with her left paw and brings it's curved end to her slobbery vaginal slit. Uncurling her tail with her right paw, she holds it straight, then presses the tip of her tail's end into the hot folds of her sex and begins to slowly push it inside. Her five other tails begin to wag excitedly as the one she is gripping moves further into her slippery tunnel, and the walls of her sex begin clenching and releasing in response, convulsing around her awkward replication of a pokémon's penis. "Yes... Ninetales... Deeper..." The vixen closes her eyes and moans, fantasizing about having a hard Ninetales member pushing through her folded vagina.The horny female shoves her tail as deep as it will go into her special fox box, repeatedly squeezing along the length the furry appendage that managed to make its way inside. Withdrawing her tail from the confines of her vagina a bit, she thrusts it back in again, simulating the pumping motions male's penis. "Yes! Ninetales! I've been a naughty fox! Punish me! Please!" Vulpix huffs as she jams her tail bone in-between her clenching sex walls again and again, thinking of it as her kitsune lover's bone being humped in and out of her as he stands over her laying body."Vuuuulll" The vixen howls as her body shudders in orgasm, tail slipping out of her vagina as she release her paw's grip to lean backwards and lay flat on her back in bliss with forepaws behind her head; female sex juice's being flicked everywhere as her tail's end retains its natural curly shape and springs back to join her others.Any love liquids that weren't absorbed by the fur on the vulpine's tail now leak out of her unplugged vulva as she lay panting to catch her breath, when suddenly she hears a faint voice, her ears perking up to try and locate the weak noise."Chu chu chu! Pichu chu chu!" A little Pichu cub sings to itself, coming into the fox's view as it skips down the side of the river, not a care in the world.Scrambling to recompose herself, Vulpix quickly flips herself over to lay on her stomach, hugging her rock to lay as flat as possible and remaining very still, hoping she will go unnoticed by the tiny chu. Maybe if he was hunky male Raichu she would make herself known, but the last thing she wanted to do right now was cubsit... This Pichu looked as though it had just hatched, male or female, any interaction with it surely be troublesome."Chu?" The Pichu turns its head towards the heating female to sniff the air, and then locks eyes with the not very well hidden Vulpix."Well fuck me with a Diglet..." The vixen mumbles to herself as she watches the small yellow furred mouse change directions and walk towards her, continuing to sniff the air as it comes closer. "Hi!" The small pokémon squeaks as it reaches the river's edge, staring up at Vulpix as she lays perched on her enormous rock."Hello..." Vulpix responds. "Are you lost cub?"The surrounding terrain near this particular spot of the river was not very friendly, that's why the heating fox had chosen it in the first place. Why a little cub would be out here all alone was beyond anything she could imagine."I don't know..." The Pichu tells her, a look of thought on its face. "You don't... know..." The agitated female replies. "Well if you would kindly be on your way and leave me be, that would be great..." The potent aura of sex and female heat in the air, Pichu seems somewhat distracted."What's that sweet smelling scent? Do you smell it?" The cub asks sniffing the air again, ignoring Vulpix's words."No, I don't. Now leave..." She barks back."Really? It's so strong though... You must notice it!"Trying to locate the source of the aroma with its sniffer, the Pichu jumps between a few small rocks to get closer to the large boulder that Vulpix is on."Are you deaf cub? Do you want to be seared in fire by one of my ember attacks?" The vixen threatens as Pichu makes its way closer to her, standing up to face him.The cub manages to climb up to her rock, where finds splotches of wetness all around and a little puddle beneath the Vulpix's back side, a distinct and luring smell coming from the liquids. Matching the leering fox's gaze, Pichu could decipher another separate scent, the sweet one that he had originally picked up on. The little mouse could tell it was close to the source now, and the exotic smell seemed to make its tummy turn and twitch, stirring unknown emotions. "Chu?" The Pichu questions, cocking it's head to the side while staring at her.Now up close and personal, Vulpix notices that the cub's gender is male, tiny little balls dangling bellow a Pichu sized sheath are a dead giveaway. But It's the little fleshy thing poking it's head out of the top portion his sheath that really grabs the vixen's attention, the tip of his small maleness; a vibrant red color against the yellow fur on his lower stomach. The cub appeared to be of age... She would much rather have preferred a male Raichu, but a Pichu is fine too. That hole between the female's hind legs ached and itched, craving a male's friction. This tiny mouse pokémon would have to suffice, what little amount male there was of him."The scent, It's... It's coming from you!" The Pichu exclaims."Oh yes, that scent, of course. I know it well, it's my special female one... It comes from here..." The vixen slyly tells the Pichu, laying down and rolling over her back with hind legs spread wide, her six tails down and flat against the rock to give the cub a good view of her heating vagina.The yellow mouse inches his way forward, walking on top of her two middle tails until he's just a few paw lengths away from the female's alluring vulva, dripping in anticipation. Her body trembles as he approaches, getting more and more excited as she thinks about doing naughty things to the innocent cub. Having him investigate that area was quite the turn on for this vixen, she could care less how old he is was, he had a slowly emerging penis and she was going to put it to good use."Go ahead cub, taste those liquids, I think you'll find their flavor to your liking..." She tempts him.Pichu reaches outward with tiny paws to touch the fox's inflamed sex, wet vaginal lips shuddering as itty bitty pads contact the sensitive opening, splashing his fur in her feminine scented juices, a soft cooing "vul..." noise emanating from the vixen's muzzle as her burning vulva is prodded for the very first time by someone other than herself. It just so happened that she was as virgin as this cub. No one had happened upon her during her first heat, and the Vulpix in her back were not allowed to have sex without picking a permanent mate. A stupid rule that she didn't care to follow, though all the other goodie-goodie male Vulpines in her pack did. But they would never even know if she mated with a pokémon this far away from her own species, there would be no evidential egg. She could take this Pichu's sperm deep inside her body and no one would ever have to find out...The fur on the cub's paws coated in female essence, he bring them both to his lips and begins to lap at them. "It's good! Better than mom's milk even!" He proclaims."Lap it up from here..." Vulpix tells him, bringing her right forepaw down between her hind legs to spread her vixenhood apart and show him the inner glistening walls of her sex, wet with desire."Okay..." Pichu replies. Bending over to stand on all fours on top of her tails, he brings his snout to the females radiating vulva as she keeps the lips parted for him and cautiously begins to lick inside her sensitive flesh hole, lapping up the moisture to take it back to his maw and drink. As delicious female liquid coats his pallet his vigor increases. Placing his paws on either side of the fox's vaginal lips, he tries to spread them more so his tiny licking tongue can gain access deeper inside her sex. Vulpix removes her own paw as the cub's gripping claws keep her spread open on their own, and lies back to enjoy the pleasing sensations of his tonguing. "Yes... Good cub..." She tells him encouragingly.His little laps of her most intimate area felt nice, but she needed to feel more of his body contact her vagina. So sitting up with the front half of her body, she places both of her paws on the back of Pichu's head and pushes his face against her crotch. "Deeper..." Vulpix pants, the cub's tongue flicking out to lick along her tunnel as she presses his entire muzzle inside.The horny fox quickly becomes overcome with lust, and lessens her pushing of Pichu's head only to push it back hard into her vagina. Again and again she tugs him forward to press him into her hindquarters and slide his muzzle back and forth inside her sex, closing her eyes as she tries to duplicate the pushing and pulling of a penis. "Yes! Ninetales!" She moans. Squeaking 'chus!' are heard from the cub as his face is slammed repeatedly into warm Vulpix flesh, stopping his licking to panic as he is quickly turned into nothing more than a vixen pleasure toy. Placing his paws on her inner thighs, he uses all of his to tiny body's strength to try and push himself away from the controlling female and the frightening clenching hole his muzzle is being forced inside of. His weak cub form lacking the brawn to break free, he tries another way to escape, letting loose a thundershock attack to vibrate the vixen with electricity."Vuuull!" The fox roars as Pichu's surging energy brings her to a climax, letting go of his head to lay on her back panting, his sex juice covered face finally escaping from between her hind legs as he stumbles backwards to fall down on top of her tails."You're not a nice female!" Pichu barks at Vulpix, then notices the throbbing red stick between his legs. "What... What's happening?" He whimpers."Oh, but I think you'll find that I can be a very nice female..." She tells him, a lusty grin on her face as she sits up to paw at the cub's exposed member."Why... Why are you touching it?" He asks as Vulpix begins stroking his penis with her pads."Feels good, doesn't it cub..." She whispers, and then lowers her maw to Pichu's crotch to lick at his tiny pecker."Chu..." He moans, sitting up to grip the vixen's triangular ears as his virgin sex is bathed in warm slippery friction, and he begins to make tiny instinctive pelvic thrusts against the caressing Vulpix tongue.The licking suddenly stops as the vixen raises her head to stare at the little male cub, and he begins to paw at this new red fleshy part of his body he's never seen before curiously. "It does... It feels good when it's touched... Please don't stop!" He begs, staring up at the much bigger female, licking her lips after getting the first taste of a maleness.Lowering her head back down, Vulpix easily engulfs the small Pichu penis within her muzzle, and the cub leans forward hard against the curly tufts of fur on her head to grip her ears again. "You are a nice female... The best female..." He moans, humping into the fox's maw as she begins suckling on the red stick. Finally the heating vixen had a male to play with, a male that could help her in her time of need. She had the tool that could help her the most safely secured in her muzzle right now, no longer would she have to pretend with her tails. The cub's happy 'chu!' sounds can be heard emanating through the air, squeaking and panting as his small penis is worked over by a grasping Vulpix maw, her wet tongue running up and down his length with each sucking motion, physical pleasure like he's never felt growing higher and higher in his groin. The pleasure seems to reach a peak as he feels something squirt out of his penis and into the vixen's mouth, and he watches intently as she swallows it down her throat. "Why are you drinking my pee?!" The inexperienced male cries.Sitting up, she releases his maleness to explain. "It's not pee silly cub... It's a special liquid that comes out when that little red Pichu stick of yours is played with enough. It's used to make little cubs such as yourself." She tells him, picking him up slightly with her forepaws to remove him from under his soft Vulpix tail cushioning, and then setting him back down on the rock to stand up on all fours before him. "It can come out of all males, but your species' liquid won't be able to make an egg when squirted into my vagina, which is why you're going to shoot it inside there and help me with my heat." She goes on, placing a forepaw on his chest to slowly push him down and make him lay on his back, then walk over his body to stand over him.Milking the Pichu of his male essence had aroused the vixen a great deal, and the burning in her crotch had come back with a fierce vengeance. Completely consumed with the desire of sex, she was going to use this cub's body whether he wanted her to or not. He was male, and he was here, his little throbbing maleness was still hard, and she was going to use it..."Oh... But what's vagina? Heat? And who's that Ninetales you mentioned earlier?" The cub questions, not struggling against the advancing female as she forces him onto his back beneath her."You're my Ninatales..." She tells him, lowering her large form over his body. "A vagina, is this female hole between my back legs..." She continues, grabbing the cub's maleness with her right forepaw as she presses against him lightly, guiding the red stick inside the very hole she is talking about. "My heat will make me crave males like you, it calls them towards me with a special scent that tells them to mate with me. And before you ask, mate is what we are going to do now..."Placing her forepaws on the top of his head, she holds the him in place while arching her back, then begins smooshing their crotches together again and again, his member sliding in and out of her slippery fox hole. Pichu couldn't have escaped if he tried, but the thought of leaving this female's touch was the last thing on his mind. He didn't really know what she was doing, but he knew he loved it; the feeling of being completely surrounded in her soft flowing fur as she moved back and forth over his lower half, her strong paws holding his head. No one had ever touched him like she was, no one had played with that unknown body part of his like she did. It felt amazing as she pushed the red stick in and out of her body, and he begins to thrust his hindquarters back against the downward grinding motions of the vixen to feel more of it."That's right cub... Hump into your female..." She huffs, then begins licking the top of his forehead to taste her sex's juices that had coated his fur there from when she came on him earlier.The cub's tiny penis didn't do much fill the clenching orifice of the larger female, but she had discovered that the electric mouse had other ways to make up for that. "Use... Use Thundershock..." Vulpix pants."I don't want to hurt you though! I love you!" He responds.'Love?' She thought. 'This cub loves me?' "It won't hurt... Your attack is so weak that it barely affects me... Now aim a Thundershock at my vagina, it will please your vixen..." She tells him as she continues grinding his little Pichu sex into hers."Chuuu!" Pichu yells, his little red stick vibrating back and forth as electricity shoots out of the little divining rod implanted within Vulpix's vulva, a certain white male substance shooting out as well as he performs the attack and sperm floods into the fox."Yes... Feels good... More electricity... Don't stop..." She tells him panting, feeling the pleasing sensations of his excited penis as electricity stimulates every area in her vagina and his juices squirt inside her body.The spent cub doesn't want to disappoint her and obeys, and after a few more surging waves of energy current and shaking Pichu cock, she reaches her orgasm as well. "Vuuuull!" She howls, quickly removing the tiny penis from her vagina to grind her leaking vulva up and down along the cub's laying form, covering him in her female juices and a bit of his own male ones as well. "You're my cub now... You're my male..." The controlling vixen tells him. She didn't know why, but she really liked dominating over this cub... She had been without a male for too long, and now that she had one that could suit her needs she wasn't going to let him out of her sights, at least not until this heat went away.Bringing her messy sex to Pichu's face, she pushes it against his snout. "Clean me up cub, lick the area dry..." She teases, knowing that it would be an impossible task, licking near that hole could only make it more wet...She feels his tiny tongue begin to lick along those most sensitive lips of her heated pussy a couple times before his gripping paws spread her sex apart start to lap inside. "Vul!" She yips at the cub's sudden assertiveness, his licker delving deeper and deeper inside until his little muzzle is encased in pink feminine flesh; where he begins sending electric bolts out from the pink circles on his cheeks to vibrate her crotch pleasure the fox.Suddenly the weak electric attacks stop as the cub runs out of energy and begins shooting blanks, and he withdraws his face from her sex to sit down exhausted. Vulpix decides the cub deserves a rest and that she could use one as well, so she lays down next to him, both pokémon panting hard from their tiring mating session. "You can rest for a while, but then we're going to mate again." She tells him."I can... I can mate again now I think!" He exclaims, getting up and rushing over to the bottom of Vulpix's form as she remains laying.The cub's little member was still able to stay hard despite cumming twice now, the vixen's calling scent covered almost all of his fur and her wetness dripped from his snout after being deep inside her sex, making thoughts of sex run rampant in his head. He was eager to feel his red stick inside that hole on her rump once again, the one that produced the amazing scent that soaked his form. He may not be able to perform anymore thundershocks, but he was an electric type after all, and being energetic was kind of their thing; that along with his young cub body allowed him to bounce back in no time.The vixen rolls onto her back and spreads her hind legs wide to give him good access to her sex, ready for mating. "If you want we can, but you will have to do all the work... I do actually need to rest, I... Vulpix vul!" She cries as a tiny cub penis enters her tail hole."It goes in here right?" He asks, quickly pushing his member into the vixen's smaller rump hole and hilting it inside.The puckered orifice was the perfect fit for a tiny Pichu cock, and it was easy enough to squeeze through after being dipped inside the lubricating female juices of her larger entrance above."I guess it can..." She replies, finding she likes the feeling of his penis moving along the insides of that upper hindquarter hole. "Chu!" He squeals in pleasure as her invaded tail hole clamps down hard around his penis, pressure squeezing along his tiny length from all sides. When he had his red stick inside the female earlier it had never quite felt like that....Leaning forward against her, the cub finds the two bottom nipples on Vulpix lower tummy and grabs onto them with his paws to steady himself, then begins to rock his crotch against her lower rump while his stomach bumps against the wet slit above the more befitting hole he has his penis deep inside; the mating couple being brought to new levels of pleasure as the cub's member is squeezed and squeezed by the vixen's unexplored orifice, her nipples being pulled on lightly as he thrusts in and out. Still, the horny female wants to feel even more pleasurable sensations, and she knew of a special place on her body that liked to be touched.Leaning forward with the front half of her body as she lays on her back and Pichu humps into her tight anus, she takes his right forepaw with her left one and removes it from her nipple to place it near the top of her vagina. "There is a little bump just inside that opening you should grab onto instead cub." She tells him, trying to get him to play with her clitoris.Pichu stops his constant pounding of Vulpix behind for a moment to feel around for his new handle."Yes... There it is..." She pants as she feels him contact the super sensitive flesh, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. It felt infinitely better having him touch all of her female parts than whenever she did by herself, and as he pawed at her clitoris again and again trying to grip it, she feels as though she could faint from pleasure."I can't... I can't hold it! It's too slippery!" Pichu complains."Latch onto it with your mouth then." She commands, grabbing the cub's head in-between both forepaws to guide his muzzle to the pleasure nub; where he takes it into his maw and starts to suckle instinctively. "Yes, your female really likes that... Don't forget to hump though." She tells him as his penis remains resting in Vulpix's butt and he quickly goes to that happy suckle for milk cub place, both paws kneading at the insides of her upper thighs, pressing into either side of that mound of fur and flesh that accentuated her vagina.He may be a cub, but the vixen needed him to perform his duty as a male... Holding the back of his head with her right forepaw while he suckles on the hidden female nipple contently, she lowers her left forepaw to the back of his rump to grip his behind and push his lower half against her rump repeatedly. Pichu is quickly reminded of how good it feels to have his red stick slide in and out of the female as she takes things into her own paws and forcefully moves him against her, and he slowly starts to take over to hump into the female's hiney all on his own. The vixen's right forepaw still pressed against the cub's head to keep him suckling and steady, her left one leaves Pichu's bottom to find its way into her vacant vagina and fill it with her digits.Vulpix is taken to vulpine heaven as she begins pumping her paw into her sex and the cub continues his suckles on her clitoris just above, his maw tightly latched on as his member slides in and out of that hole that was exclusively used for pooping before this, wonderful friction running along the insides of both sensitive rump orifices."It's happening again!" Pichu yells, releasing his muzzle's grip of Vulpix's sex button to speak as white fluid streams into her tail hole, an uncontrollable surge of electricity firing along with it, cum and raw energy shooting out of his penis and into the fox's behind."Vuuuul!" She cries as the cub's spewing electrified sperm vibrates her body and sends her over her own pleasure edge, climaxing with an intensity she's never felt. On overwhelming need to have another's touch inside her rippling sex, the vixen quickly removes her left paw from between her hind legs to have it join her right one on the back of Pichu's head, and then thrust the cub's muzzle into her vagina. The Pichu, who is used to being tossed around at this point, happily starts lapping any folded flesh his tongue can reach as female juices flow out of her vulva and trickle down around his penis, still deep inside her once virgin tail hole.Bliss slowly fading, Vulpix releases her grip of Pichu's head to bring her forelegs to the side of her body and lay on her back resting."Chu..." The cub hums affectionately, removing his face from Vulpix's love tunnel and stopping his licking of it to nuzzle her wet vulva and the fur around it with the side of his face lovingly. "You're so soft here..."Taking his member out of the vixen's hiney, his cub sperm comes rushing out to stream along her rump fur and join her female juices at the bases of her tails. "It's that male liquid you were talking about!" He exclaims after finally seeing his seed up close for the first time, then he brings his nose to her butt to sniff at the strange substance. "Smells funny...""I kind of like how it smells." She tells him, leaning forward to pick him up with her forepaws and place him down on the front of her chest. "And tastes..." She whispers, then licks the cum covering his member a few times before taking the entire thing into her maw, making sure to get all of the tasty white liquids."Chu chu..." He moans as she cleans his sex for a bit, then releases it from her muzzle to watch it glisten in the sun, wet with her saliva. "I need a nap... When I wake up we will mate more. If you try to escape I will find you. My scent is all over you and you would be easy enough to track down." She explains the situation he is currently in, to be a little male that she can have at her disposal for her pleasure."Why would I escape?! I love you! I want to stay with you forever!" The infatuated Pichu responds, once again professing his love for the vixen."Right well... Just don't go anywhere..." She says, gripping her tiny cub lover between her forelegs to hug him tight and roll over onto her side.Perfectly content in her warm furry embrace, Pichu closes his eyes and quickly falls asleep, Vulpix following closely behind and drifting off as well. For the first time since starting her heat she is able to rest entirely comfortable, the burning need in her crotch completely satisfied, all thanks to the little male. She plans to mate with him until she stops waking up so hot and horny every day, then she will finally be able to return to her pack. Surely he didn't actually want to stay with her forever... Surely he didn't love her... If anyone were to find out about her relations with the cub, she would be in more than a little bit of trouble... | FSE |
Title: 50 Shades Of Pale Pink Sissy Ch. 03
Tags: sissy, slavery, auction, spanking, modification, anal, oral, enema, punishment
*Fiction with adult themes. All characters are over 18.*
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A splitting headache greeted me as I awoke. The soft surface I was lying upon seemed to be moving beneath me, rolling from side to side with occasional pitches from front and rear. In my confused state I wondered if the feeling was related to the headache and the vague memory of being drugged. The room in which I lay was so dimly lit that I could hardly make out any features apart from a round window through which a little light seeped. I did a quick inventory of my condition. Naked and uncovered I seemed to be lying unrestrained on a mattress. My throat was dry and raw and I felt hungry. Throbbing aches tormented my bottom which briefly brought a vision of master as he thrashed me before some lovely sex. Inside my bottom felt terribly sore as if I had been dry raped. I suddenly had a vision of many hands fondling me as my bottom and throat were assaulted. Was that a dream? Or was it real?
Slowly it dawned upon me that I must be on a ship. Sitting up, I swung my feet over the side of the bunk until they rested on a carpeted floor. Once I felt steady I stood and shuffled across to the dimly lighted window which I discovered was covered with a curtain. Pulling the cloth aside allowed a little more light into the cabin from the moonlit night. I could now see that I was in a small cabin with a single bunk, some storage space and a bathroom through a doorway. After finding a light switch I was soon sitting on the toilet. After I finished I noticed a little blood in the bowl. My bottom was quite sore. I felt violated. Finding a glass I was able to relieve my dry throat with water.
Having explored the wardrobe and drawers in the cabin and finding my clothes, I dressed in my thong, pink skirt, white blouse and shoes. I didn't bother with the corset and stockings. Trying the door found it locked so I sat on the bunk and waited. My life had been looking so good. I was well looked after, master was demanding but exciting and my future looked rosy. Why was I here? Who had me and what was my future? Great rasping sobs escaped my throat as I sat and cried. My questions would be answered soon as I heard the cabin door being unlocked.
A huge man entered the room seeming to fill the doorway as he entered. Well over six feet tall with broad shoulders, narrow waist and massive thighs all visible as he wore only a pair of tight shorts. His skin was as black as pitch and seemed to shine as if he was oiled. His shaved head topped a handsome but cruel looking face. He stared at me for a moment before reaching me in a single stride and slapping me hard across my face. Screaming, I curled up on the bed to protect myself.
"You were not given permission to dress. Remove your clothes immediately or I will slap you even harder. You may keep the shoes on."
When I curled up tighter he grabbed my hair, pulled me upright and punched me in the stomach. He let me go as I doubled over in pain with the air driven from me.
"You are a slow learner slave. Get those clothes off now before I really hurt you" he snarled. As quickly as possible in my distressed state I removed my skirt and blouse but not my thong.
Reaching out, the giant grabbed my flimsy thong and ripped it from me and threw me to the floor. I curled up in a protective ball again. I was allowed to lay there for a few minutes while I regained my breath.
"Get on your knees and crawl over to me."
Fearing another blow I rolled onto my front and raised myself to my knees. My now naked tormentor was seated on the bunk. His discarded shorts were on the floor. Between his spread legs his semi erect uncircumcised penis dangled, dribbling a little juice. Terrified, I crawled until my head was between his mighty thighs.
"Do what you think would please me." He said as he took my hair in his hand.
Fearing more punishment, crawling forward I took the still sheathed tip into my mouth and proceeded to suck. As it hardened I tasted his precum and sweat as his foreskin gradually retracted to expose the bulbous head. I felt his hands on the back of my head pulling me further on to his manhood. Soon he was buried deep in my throat, holding it there until I thought I would suffocate. Slowly I was pushed away enough to grab a breath before he invaded my throat once more. The bastard thrust in and out, barely allowing me a breath until he stopped and with a gasp exploded into my mouth and then onto my face. I felt horrible. It was like I was back at school with those three bullies. Nobody was going to save me this time. Oh Master where are you.
Pushing me away, he slid back into his shorts.
"You are a slave. You are not a boy, a girl, not even a sissy. You are an object, a possession a commodity to be used. We own you until we reach our destination where you will be sold to the highest bidder. Get used to it. There are six officers on the ship who will need your services most days. Some of us will use you more often. You will always be naked apart from the shoes. Make sure that you are clean both inside and out and your hair and slutty makeup is perfect at all times. You will be fed well and given hormones to retain and develop your shape for sale. If you are lucky a wealthy man will purchase you for his personal use. Of course you would be valuable to a brothel for a while until your looks faded. Then it would be downhill until you were working the glory holes for pennies." He walked out and locked the door behind him.
I threw myself on the bed and cried. Oh, how I missed my master. Now I was just a thing to be used and abused. I considered suicide but could see no way to do it. Eventually I calmed enough to explore my prison. In the bathroom were supplies of soap, shampoo, depilatory cream, wax strips, towels and an enema kit. There was a wardrobe and drawers in the main cabin. In one drawer I found cosmetics and hair grooming products. Apart from the clothes I arrived in there was nothing else to wear. Sobbing, I must have slept until sunlight flooding the room through the port hole woke me. I heard the door lock click and backed against a wall, fearing that I would be attacked again.
Into the cabin minced a young effeminate man with light make up and long hair, carrying a tray of food. He was dressed in a pink singlet that hugged his skinny torso, white Capri pants that were so tight they could have been sprayed on and high wedge sandals. His little penis was clearly outlined through the thin material of his pants.
"So! You are the little faggot who's stolen my boys. They all used to share me but now they only have eyes and dicks for you. And, bitch' I'm expected to bring your food. Well, inspect your meals well because I can guarantee there will be some form of my bodily fluids included in every dish." Placing the tray on the bunk he left the room laughing.
Starved as I was I quickly inspected the salad on the tray and found gobs of semen hidden in the lettuce which I pushed aside. The rest looked ok so I hungrily gobbled it down. The orange juice tasted a little odd but still went down well. I enjoyed a black coffee as I figured he couldn't do much to that. I used the bathroom to prepare myself for whatever may happen. Soon I was sitting on the bunk, bored stupid, clean in and out, lubricated and made up like a whore. The fairy steward wandered in to retrieve the tray.
"I see you didn't like the lettuce but enjoyed the orange juice" he giggled as he left the room. I wondered what he had added to the juice.
The door opened again to admit another enormous man, wearing only shorts which he quickly removed exposing his large penis. He was pale skinned with long blond hair.
"Make me hard bitch" he said as he sat himself on the bunk. I dropped to my knees and soon had him stiff. Lifting me easily the giant placed me on my knees on the bed, moved behind me and brutally forced his member in to my bottom. I squealed with shock and a little pain as he stretched me wide. He soon worked into a rapid rhythm, thrusting into my lubricated bottom like a piston. I steeled myself against the assault, thinking that my master would hate me if he saw how I was being used. Closing my eyes' I tried to imagine that it was master pushing into me. A strange feeling overtook me as my bottom betrayed me and my little penis became hard. I was pushing back to meet the brute's thrust and enjoying it despite my disgust. My inner slut had taken control so that all I could think of was the huge monster stretching my bottom. Soon the brute climaxed inside me with my little clit spurting in response. I hated myself. The bastard pulled out of me, turned me around and forced me to clean him off.
"Lick up your mess and clean yourself out. Make sure you are looking your best as I'm sure you will have another customer before you know it" he said as he slipped his shorts back on and locked me in as he left. I cried as I licked my semen from the bare mattress. I was sure that master would never want me again if I was lucky enough to see him again. Why would he want a slut like me? This thought haunted me as I flushed myself and relubricated my bottom. I fixed my makeup and waited on the stained mattress. It was not long before the door opened to admit another brute whose only aim was to violate my body.
The days were all the same. Each morning I was given an injection in my bottom and I was fed three times a day. I mated with six of them nearly every day. They were of mixed races, toned, muscled and strong. They all had large pricks. Occasionally one might not bother with me for a day while others often visited more than once. My bottom was now stretched and used to the continual assaults which meant that I was no longer in pain. It was my brain that was in pain and turmoil. I hated the way my body betrayed me by responding to the anal stimulus and spraying my seed upon the steadily more stained mattress. Each time I thought of master, I cried. My chances of ever seeing him again seemed slimmer as each day of my slavery passed. Even if I saw him again I was sure he wouldn't want me after all these men had been inside me. After all I was an anal virgin when he first entered me. My body was changing from the injections. I was putting on a layer of fat and my breasts were growing. I just wanted the horror to stop. Couldn't I just die? After some weeks, I had lost track of time, the movement of the ship changed. Looking out of the porthole I could see that we were entering a harbour. Was this where I would be sold into perpetual slavery? Would I be one man's plaything or just a slut serving a never ending line of men? I cried again.
Eventually, after much manoeuvring the ship was still. I could hear bare feet slapping on decks and water lapping against the side of the ship. Gazing out of the porthole I could see nothing to indicate where I had been taken. With a click the door opened to admit two of my captors. While one of them held me by my shoulders the other forced a ball gag into my mouth and secured it with leather straps. They then helped me into a black burqa which covered me completely. Taking off my shoes they gave me a pair of flat sandals to wear. I was fitted with leather ankle shackles with a short chain linking them together. Being able to only take very short steps I would be incapable of running away. Taking me by an elbow one of the brutes dragged me out of the room and through various passageways and eventually off the ship and into a waiting car. Forced to sit in the middle of the back seat I had a burly guard on either side of me. Traveling through slum areas with few cars but many motor cycles and bicycles, I guessed by the dress of the crowds on the street that I was in the Middle East somewhere.
The car meandered through the city, passing shopping districts and some upmarket residential areas. After about an hour we left the city, traversed a small area of agricultural land before entering the desert where the car picked up speed on a wide straight bitumen road. Another hour passed before we turned onto a side road which soon led us to a building which reminded me of a fort. Two enormous steel gates opened as we approached to allow us to enter a courtyard. A spectacular mansion stood in the centre of the compound. Bypassing this building the car was driven around behind the house and stopped at a rear entrance. Quickly I was bundled out of the car into searing heat. Although I came from a warm country where summer could be very hot, I was almost knocked over by this blast furnace climate. My guards hurried me through the door and down some stone stairs to where the temperature was more bearable. Meeting us was a uniformed woman. Dark skinned and muscular as she was, I knew that I would be no match for her. My guards left me with her.
"Follow me slave" she ordered gruffly.
Shuffling along I struggled to keep up. Through a door we entered a hall with cages on either side. The cages were six by six feet square and five feet high. In each was a naked person. There were some men but mostly young women. The only ones who could stand upright were the youngest of them. Each cage had a thin mattress, two metal bowls and a bucket. The stench was terrible. The only sound was weeping. The woman stopped outside an empty cage.
"Remove your clothing and sandals."
Struggling, I managed to get out of the sack and kicked off the sandals. My gag was removed and my wrists were cuffed behind me before she roughly pushed me into the cage. As my ankles were still cuffed and chained, I tripped and fell heavily onto the concrete floor.
"Do not speak. If you do I will hurt you." She walked away.
I flopped onto the filthy stinking mattress and burst into tears. I slept and awoke feeling very thirsty. Crawling across the cage to the bowls I discovered that one contained dirty tepid water. Because my hands were restrained behind me, I had to lap the water up like a dog. My body told me that I needed to use the toilet. The bucket appeared to be the only option available so I squatted with great difficulty over it. Of course there was no paper and even if there had been, how could I use it with hands restrained behind me. Back on the mattress I lay there feeling like an animal. I felt degraded back on the ship but that was nothing compared with the deep depression I now fell into. Had there been the means I think I would have killed myself. I knew that even if I somehow escaped, master would hate me. What did life hold for me?
There was no sensation of day or night as the dim lights were kept burning at all times. I was soon totally disorientated. From time to time the water bowl was filled from a hose dragged along by a naked man. Some kind of foul tasting gruel was ladled into the other bowl which had to be lapped up like the water. The bucket was replaced with an empty one occasionally. A guard would order me to push my bottom against the front of the cage so that I could receive my hormone shot. This was my only indication of days passing. I steadily felt dirtier and less human as the days passed.
Groups of men would tour the prison inspecting us and writing down the cage numbers of some. The lights were turned up for these visits and we were expected to stoop in our cages and turn as instructed so that all sides could be inspected.
In the cage next to me was a pretty young woman who spent much of her day sobbing as she lay upon her mattress. One day the female guard unlocked her cage and called her out.
"Get your arse out here slave, you have been bought by a brothel."
"No. Please leave me alone. I don't want to go."
"You have no choice. At least you will be clean, clothed and well fed."
"NO! Please don't take me."
The guard stooped to enter the cage. She was carrying a cattle prod which she repeatedly zapped the hapless girl with until she finally left her cage.
Another inspection took place a couple of injections later. I guessed that I had been here for at least a month. My breasts were now quite well developed and I was growing quite a bottom. Soon after the inspection the same guard arrived outside my cell herding a few women with her cattle prod. Opening my caged, she ordered me to join them. Fearing the prod, I quickly joined them. For her own enjoyment she gave me a short burst of sparks from the prod which elicited a scream from me as I rushed to join the other selected slaves.
We were herded into a large communal shower room where we were ordered to wash and shave ourselves thoroughly after our bonds were removed. The water was warm and I luxuriated in the pleasure of getting myself clean. After the shower we were allowed to brush our hair and teeth before I was separated from the group. Another guard took me to a separate room where I was given several enemas. I felt that this was a very ominous development. Once I was clean I joined the others in yet another room where we were told to put on makeup at a series of benches in front of mirrors. It was made very clear that the makeup should be extra slutty and that we should colour our nipples. I was given cheap loop earrings and a necklace. Any girls with extra piercings were given garish jewellery to replace any studs that may have still been there after their captivity. We were led along a hallway where each of us was placed in a cell which was at least full height and had a chair to sit upon. There was a proper toilet with a seat and paper in one corner. I found my shoes waiting for me so I slipped my feet into them and sat to wait. Physically I felt quite good, relishing being clean. I was very depressed, as I had no future that could be seen as in any way pleasant.
Chapter2.
Several men were let into the cell during the next few hours and I was carefully inspected. My teeth were looked at by most of them; I heard one mutter quietly to his companion that I would be much better off without them. They all fondled my little sack and penis, most were amused at how small they were. Several suggested that those bits would be best removed. A couple probed my bottom wearing rubber gloves to see how many fingers they could fit inside me. My nipples were pulled and my bottom slapped by all and sundry. Finally I was left alone, feeling that I truly was just an object. After a long wait during which I took the opportunity to relieve myself, the door opened, a guard placed a collar round my neck and led me out, along a corridor and onto a platform where I was tethered to a pole with a chain attached to my collar. In front of me were many men seated comfortably.
A man who I soon discovered was the auctioneer climbed onto the platform. He slapped my bottom with the crop he carried which made me dance around and squeal.
"Here we have a sissy boy. It has a well-used bottom and can deep throat. Hormones are working quite well at developing it's female looks but he may develop faster with an orchiectomy as it is fully functioning and proven potent. It was found to be very submissive and responded sexually to pain stimuli by the owner she was liberated from. What am I bid for this pretty little sissy that would make a lovely addition to a brothel looking for the exotic or for a dominant needing a pain slut? Gentlemen, how much fun could you have removing its teeth or testicles with minimal or no sedation?"
I gasped.
Bidding quickly commenced in a language and currency that I didn't understand. With each bid I was cropped on my ample bottom, which kept me hopping around the stage. Finally someone owned me. After three more slaps I was led off stage to a holding cell where several women sat despondently staring at the floor.
Chapter3.
Although of differing physical builds all were blond, blue eyed with very pale skin. One more joined us before we were chained together between our collars and led along a corridor and into a small bus with heavily tinted windows. Our joining chains were removed so that we could take our seats. The bus left the fort and headed further into the desert. We travelled for several hours until the girls started to complain about their bladders. Our guards took pity on us, allowing us to climb out and squat in the sand. One girl stupidly decided to run off into the desert. The guards herded the rest of us back onto the bus, closed the door and drove off. The girl, realizing her stupidity started to chase after us along the road. The driver tormented her by allowing her to keep us in sight. Eventually she tired and collapsed on the road. The bus was reversed to her and the guards dragged her into the bus.
"Your owner will punish you for that stupidity" the guard snarled at the quivering girl.
The bus drove on for a few more hours. We were given food and water and the bus was well cooled. Finally we arrived at another desert fort where we were quickly transferred into a passage that led under the main building. We found ourselves in a cool dimly lit dungeon with many cells. We were all held in a large cell with rough wooden benches around the walls. There was an open toilet and shower in one corner and a table with jugs of cool water and plates of salad. The escapee was dragged away to another cell out of our sight. A group of older women with many marks across their backs were led past us in the direction of the bus. One of them looked at us and cackled madly from her toothless mouth.
"Those hags are the women who you are here to replace for your owner's pleasure. They will be used in as comfort women for the rebels who support your master. Expect to look like that in a couple of years." We were told. All we could do was sob.
As best we could we stretched out on the benches and tried to sleep after eating and drinking. After some hours we were woken as a guard delivered more food.
"Eat and clean yourselves. You will then each be taken to be inspected by the prince. Make sure that your bottoms are well flushed as master may want to inspect you there. Cosmetics and hair brushes are in this box so make sure that you look your best." The guard told us.
We quickly ate and took turns with the enema kits, the toilet and the shower. Within an hour we were ready to go. Clean, fragrant, shaved and bejewelled we waited to be called. Our only clothing was our high heels.
"The sissy gets to go first" said the guard when she returned.
I was led away by the guard. Along a corridor with cells on either side, through a large room with ominous machines of torture and restraint that made master's play room look vanilla and into a clean room that had the look of a doctor or dentists examination clinic. The guard quickly restrained me on an examination chair. My wrists were cuffed to the chair arms, my head to a rest and my ankles into some stirrups which could be positioned in many uncomfortable positions. The guard stepped back and bowed as two heavy set, swarthy men in white coveralls entered.
One man, he seemed to be the boss, approached me carrying a huge rubber dildo which he tried to force into my mouth. As much as I tried, there was no way that it would fit between my teeth.
"Nice try but not good enough" he said. Turning to his companion he said " We will remove its teeth after the other procedures."
The stirrups upon which my ankles rested moved up and back towards me, lifting my bottom from the seat and leaving all my private parts exposed. The boss tried to force the dildo into my bottom which proved to be impossible. He smiled. "Oh good! I was worried that you may have been stretched too much by those sailors. I am going to enjoy popping your cherry." Turning to his companion he said "we will castrate it first and then we will brand it. You may proceed to spay the little bitch. Give it a little bit of local as we don't want it to go into shock. I want it awake for all the other fun and games we have planned for it."
Using a large syringe the surgeon proceeded to deaden the area around my scrotum. Soon he tested with a pin to ascertain if I was numb. Thankfully I felt nothing as he tested. Putting aside the syringe he approached me carrying a scalpel. Strangely I wasn't afraid of losing them. I hoped they healed quickly but really wanted master to do it to me.
"Do you want any sack left sire?"
"No make it as tidy as possible."
Chapter4.
Both men looked up as a commotion started outside the room. My head was back to the doorway so I couldn't see what caused my tormentors to raise their hands and back up to the wall. Two men in full body armour strode past me carrying wicked looking guns (I don't know much about weapons) and smashed the wooden ends of the guns into men's faces. I was terrified. Are these warlords? A little pee escaped my tiny penis. Head in the sand I clamped my eyes shut. The two dropped like they had been drugged. Someone gently undid my wrist and forehead and tummy restraints. When I felt my ankles being carefully released I opened my eyes and gasped. Master, wearing armour was releasing me. I burst into tears. He slid one arm under my knees and another under my back just below my shoulders and easily lifted me and carried me out of the room.
"Bring those pricks" he called over his shoulder.
"The girls?" I pleaded.
Smiling he said "all safe."
Smiling back, I placed on arm around his neck and tried to kiss him. He turned aside. This was a worrying development which I shouldn't have ignored.
We raced down the halls and corridors, past our holding cell; now storing several naked guards, and out into the fort's huge courtyard. The girls, now dressed in white paper overalls huddled in a group while several armed men formed a perimeter, facing out to protect us. Master unloaded me, helped me into some overalls and the put me with the girls. Why did he leave me? I just wanted him to hold me. My tormentors were dragged out onto the dark courtyard, still out to it but now manacled. Master spoke into a walkie-talkie thingy. Soon we could hear a helicopter approaching.
An enormous chopper with two rotors landed. I don't know anything about helicopters but one soldier called it a chook. Master herded us onto the machine. The prince and his surgeon were roughly thrown onto the floor and we took off. We sat in webbing seats on either side of the machine. As we flew along the prince woke up. He gradually seemed to make sense of what had happened.
Courageously he spoke "You do realize that I'm a crown prince in his land. Release me immediately and I will spare your lives."
Master stepped over to him and kicked him hard between his legs. A huge breath escaped his lungs and then he vomited.
When the prince was able to understand his surroundings again, master spoke.
"By the time my friend Rebecca is finished; you'll be a crown princess sucking cocks for pennies. As you won't need these any longer I may as well kick you again." He said, as he viciously lashed out again.
Around the craft there were many quizzical looks. Only I understood master's words having seen Mistress Rebecca's handiwork on my maid tormentor.
"He'll be castrated, feminized, have his teeth removed and sold to a brothel somewhere as a glory hole gurl. If he's unlucky he won't get sick too quickly and have a long and tasty life." I whispered to a nearby girl. The word spread quickly and soon there were gapped tooth smiles amongst all the girls.
Within half an hour we landed in the dark. After removing our shoes as ordered, Master led us on a short walk to an inflatable boat lying in warm water lapping against a beach. After a fast but crowded blast across the water we arrived at a sleek motor yacht waited. We climbed a gang way into absolute luxury. We were welcomed aboard by the crew who led us to our quarters after a quick check by the ships physician. The girls shared sumptuous cabins while I had my own. Master gave us an hour to tidy up, (typical control behaviour). I found a lovely pale pink sheath dress that barely fitted over my new plumper body, a pair of stay up stockings, thong and killer heels which I slipped into after a complete clean-up. I applied light girly make up, subdued jewellery and put my hair in pig tails.
As I entered the main salon I was handed a glass of bubbles. Stewards circulated with trays of finger foods. Apart from the gaps in our mouths we appeared a happy group of beautiful young women. Master circulated amongst his guests reassuring them that they would be reunited with their families very soon. I was sure he was ignoring me and I was very jealous. When I tried to get close to him he gave me a look that scared me. Soon I could take it no longer and wandered a little tipsy back to my cabin. Not bothering to even remove my shoes I flopped on the huge bunk I cried myself to sleep.
Chapter5.
With no idea of how much time had passed I was awakened by a huge slap across my bottom inflicted by master using a leather paddle. I squealed with the pain as my eyes jerked open. Expecting to see master smiling lasciviously at me, I was surprised to see something approaching contempt in his eyes.
"I suppose you want to know how I found you?" he said without smiling.
I nodded, fearing that I would just choke up if I tried to speak.
"Employing an investigation company we eventually worked out through CCTV footage that you were on a ship. Unfortunately the ship had departed as I hadn't realized you were missing for a couple of days and the trail had gone cold. All we knew was that the ship was eventually headed to the Middle East but not by which exact route. We lost track of you for some weeks until I got lucky. Through one of my Dom friends I heard of a slave auction to be held in the general area that the ship had been heading for. Managing to get a copy of the catalogue I was happy to find you described in the prospectus, although I was disturbed by how you were described. Unfortunately I was too late to rescue at the auction house but was able to trace you to the Princes fort. You know what happened then."
I nodded.
"I gather that you have had quite a lot of sex since you were taken? He asked.
"I was raped over and over again by the ships officers" I managed to choke out. "It was horrible."
"Liar" he snarled as he slapped my face. "When we seized the ship and had the crew arrested I recovered this disk." He threw a blue ray disk and a glossy booklet on the bed. "Look at those you little slut and we will talk again." He stormed out, slamming the door behind him while I just lay blubbering on the bed. He had never slapped my face before. Any spankings had been sexually related.
Eventually I dried my eyes and looked through the brochure. I found a picture of myself looking my best in one of master's outfits. It must have been snapped while we were out together at some time. Another photo showed me naked apart from my shoes, probably taken on the ship. Next there was a picture of me, on my knees sucking a huge black penis. Finally there was one of me being taken from behind by yet another huge Negro. I was smiling, my eyes were shut and my little penis could be seen to be very stiff.
I was described as a well-trained, submissive pain slut who loved to deep throat and enjoys rough anal sex. I was happiest when restrained and whipped before sex. It would be perfect for any admirer of fine pale lady boys. Has been well dosed with hormones but will surely respond well if gelded. It would be suitable as a harem maid with some mild surgery, in an exotic brothel or BDSM dungeon. No wonder master was unhappy with me. By the time I had watched the disk I knew that our relationship was lost. There were hours of video showing me thrusting back against the assaults of the officers and spurting on the mattress as I came. The bliss on my face was obvious as my bottom betrayed me each time I was ravaged. Master was right. I was a little slut. I sobbed myself to sleep again.
I guess I slept through the night. The door flying open awakened me. Master stood over me looking almost satanic. Grabbing my hair he jerked me upright and slapped me hard again across each check several times. I was thrown, sobbing back onto the bed.
"Well, what have you to say?" He sat on the bed and waited.
Eventually I could speak. "Master, forgive me. I love you. My bottom betrays me. I can't help it. Once it's filled I just respond. I only got through it by pretending it was you inside me. I wish I was dead."
"You are of no use to me as a sub or a lover. You are soiled goods." He shouted. "What shall I do with you?"
"Please master, make me your maid. I'll do anything. I could work in the kitchen. Just keep me near you."
Slapping me hard again, "you tramp. I wouldn't even keep you as a toilet." He spat out. "You will be locked in here until we reach home port, by that time I will have worked out what to do with you. We will be dropping the girls off soon and then rendezvousing with a freighter to take the prince and his companion. I don't want them on board when we get home." He locked me in.
Before I could search for something to kill myself with, two stewards entered and removed any sharps and all the clothes, bedding and towels. I was left with a small hand towel. Apart from trying to shred the mattress I could think of nothing to hang myself with or slash my wrists with.
Three times each day I was fed. After breakfast a steward would enter to inject my daily hormone shot and bring a towel for my shower, which was taken away after I finished. This was my only human contact for the following week until we sailed into our familiar home harbour. I did have a selection of movies to watch. Otherwise I would have died of boredom.
As we sailed up the harbour, master entered the room. He wasn't smiling. Fearing his wrath, I curled into a ball and covered my head with my arms. Nothing happened. Eventually I peeked and saw him sitting on a chair just staring at me. Oh god; he was so beautiful. My heart was pounding and I had that familiar warm feeling in my belly.
Chapter6.
Still frowning he spoke "I won't have you back. Although I blame myself for what happened, you are no longer the person that I thought could be my life partner." Screaming and thrashing about on the bed I became hysterical. I hadn't even thought that could have been possible.
He waited patiently until I had recovered to just a blubbering mess. "I will provide for you. I have signed over that unit we talked about you moving into. It is now yours. I have registered a nice little car for you and I will pay you a generous allowance. You will be comfortable and I hope you find a new life for yourself. In return, you must sign this agreement. It is a non-disclosure document. I want my privacy protected. You will have nothing further to do with me. I am moving my whole operation overseas so that the chances of us bumping in to each other will be minimal. Do you agree?"
At first I felt like spitting in his face. None of this was my fault, yet I was being punished. Then it dawned upon me that I had nothing. A rented flat, if I hadn't been evicted, no job and only a few thousand dollars left from what the bastard had given me after our last split. I decided to take the offer.
"Ok, I'll sign you arsehole."
"Good." He handed me the paper which I read. He called in a steward to witness my signature.
"All your possessions are in storage as your landlord had thrown them into the street. They will be delivered by the time you get home. I will leave details of an excellent shrink and a surgeon with experience with transgender people. Use them if you wish, they will not charge you." He stated in his usual controlling manner and then walked out of my life.
I was still crying when the steward returned with a towel and left me alone. I showered and found a selection of clothes laid out on the bed. As the weather looked warm outside' I chose a short summer dress in pink, matching thong and white mid heeled sandals. I didn't bother with a bra. After brushing my hair and applying some light make up I was ready to go. I found a passport, cash, credit card and my driver's licence which I placed in a small handbag. The yacht docked eventually and after a cursory customs check I was able to leave. There was no sign of Mr Arsehole Black as I climbed into a waiting limousine. Pulling up in front of my new address the driver opened my door and passed me a bundle of keys as I alighted. He left as I let myself through the security entrance. The directory had me listed as miss a Hazel with a number next to it. At least I could find my flat.
In the elevator I noticed that there was a basement car park. One of the keys in my bunch was for a car so I decided to see what he had given me. The lights in the basement car park came on automatically as I left the elevator. I pressed the remote and saw the flash of some indicators on a bright red European compact sedan with heavily tinted glass. I was very impressed until I saw the number plates which contained just two letters which spelled HO. Somehow I managed to control my tears and get to my unit which was on the top floor of the building.
I couldn't fault the unit. There were three bedrooms. The main had an ensuite bathroom while there was a main bathroom for the guests. There was a beautifully equipped kitchen, a separate laundry and an open plan living and dining area. Large windows provided a view over a pretty park. I wondered if the bastard had any more nasty surprises hidden waiting to upset me like the car had. A pile of boxes with my possessions from the other flat waited for my attention. The refrigerator was stocked with plenty of fresh food and wine. Cracking a bottle of bubbly I poured a glass and settled down on a leather couch to relax before exploring the other rooms. Soon, feeling much more relaxed I decided to explore the other rooms. The main bedroom had a walk in dressing room. In the wardrobe I discovered several dresses hanging and lots of heels on racks. The dresses and shoes were all bright red and looked a size too small. A quick look at the labels indicated that they were of the lowest quality that one might buy in a market. There was a table covered with cheap cosmetics and hair products.
I opened a drawer to discover cheap lingerie. Another drawer was full of night gowns and teddies. Every item was lurid red too small and cheap rubbish. I was glad that I had my own clothes in the boxes. The bastard was certainly sending the cheap message to me. I laughed, as he would have to do better than that to upset me. There were no other surprises until I opened a drawer in one bedside table. It was full of black dildos and vibrators of different sizes and styles. Surprisingly that did upset me. Sobbing I returned to my spot on the couch, and drained the bottle of Champaign without bothering with a glass. He was such a prick. The bubbles worked. On an empty stomach the alcohol soon had me snoozing through the middle of the day.
I awoke, surprisingly feeling OK. Hunger drew me to the refrigerator. I soon settled down to a nice salad and some water. I needed to trim down a little. As much as I liked my womanly shape, I definitely needed a better diet and a gym membership. There was a red brief case sitting on a coffee table which I had not previously noticed. Flicking the catches and lifting the lid I discovered a lot of paper work. All pretty boring stuff related to my ownership of the apartment, bank accounts, car ownership etc. Three business cards were for the medical people that he had mentioned. There was a note from him. "The girl I thought you were was suited to pink. Fat tramps, like you are now, wear cheap red rubbish and spread their legs for black cock" was all it said. It was so infantile that I just laughed. I hadn't realized he was a racist as well as an arsehole.
Within a couple of hours all my possessions were put away. Amongst my clothes was a lot of the stuff he had supplied. Corsets, thongs and stockings and shoes all in pink were soon hanging where the red rubbish had been. They were of such high quality that I couldn't face throwing them out. One could never know when they might be needed to seduce some well hung stud. I laughed again. I really needed to lose a little weight. My first jobs tomorrow would be to buy some temporary clothes that fitted and join a gym.
Once I had fired up my laptop, he had thoughtfully provided internet access; I looked up the three health professionals. I suspected some kind of infantile embarrassing stunt. They all checked out as fine practitioners. I would contact the dentist and the surgeon in the morning. I made myself some more salad, limited myself to a couple of glasses of wine and watched a silly chick flick. My sleep was bliss until the door intercom woke me up with its incessant buzzing. At least it was daylight.
Dragging myself out of bed I pressed the button.
Chapter7.
"Tony?" I heard a girl sob.
"Who are you?" I was brusque.
"I'm Toy. Please let me in." she sounded frantic so I buzzed her in.
She looked terrible as I let her through the door, towing a small wheeled case. Throwing her arms around my neck she clung to me. I could feel her tummy bump pushing against me. She smelled terrible. Eventually I was able to extricate myself and lead her to one of the couches and sit her down.
"Just sit there and calm down. You are safe here. I need to pee so don't move."
I bolted to the loo and gratefully drained last night's wine from my bladder. It was then that I realized that I was naked. I didn't care and laughed. Let's face it, Toy and I had some history and by the feel of her tummy we probably shared a child.
She was still crying when I returned. There was definitely a bump showing. I'd lost track of time during my ordeal but I guessed she might be maybe two or three months gone. After pouring us each a glass of juice, which I placed on the coffee table, I sat down and gave her a big cuddle, doing my best to ignore her stench.
"Tell me!" I demanded firmly. After all I was the father of her child. I nearly broke up again with that thought.
"Mistress has been arrested."
"Is this a long story?" I asked.
"It will take a little while."
"You stink. I can't stand the smell. Come with me. Shower and then we will talk."
Tearfully she sobbed "It's not my fault. Mistress sometimes likes me to be her dirty little cat."
"I don't care whose fault it is. Just shower please." She followed me dragging her little suite case into the main bathroom.
Still naked, I made myself a coffee and planned my day. I was a list person so I soon had several numbers to ring written down, clothes, hairdresser, doctor, gym and Toy. Oh! What to do about Toy.
Half an hour passed before she reappeared, looking and smelling a lot better wearing a cute little white baby doll and matching panties.
"Sit here Toy and tell me the story. How did you find me?" I said, patting the leather cushion next to me.
"The lawyer gave me the address. Please call me Sandra. That's my real name. Toy was just one name she used when she played her sick games. This week I was pussy and had to roll play being a dirty stray cat."
I felt like throwing up. So that was what a full on Ds scene was like.
"OK" I said. "Tell me the story."
"Last night I got a call from Mistress's lawyer. She told me that mistress had been arrested trying to meet up with some girl that she had been apparently grooming over the net. It was a sting by the child protection squad. I was told where to find some important personal paperwork and a little cash. The lawyer told me to pack a bag and get away before the cops turned up. May I stay here for a while until I sort out something else?"
"Of course you can. We need to look after the baby. What is the paperwork?"
"My birth certificate and adoption paperwork from when that bitch got hold of me."
"How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen and a half?"
"That's good. You look much younger. As long as we can show that the baby is safely in the hands of a pair of adults the authorities won't try to take it." She was smiling now that she felt safe. I was in control; this was a whole new feeling for me.
"I wish I wasn't having it. I'm too young but I guess I'm stuck with it. I'm so glad you are looking after me. Mistress has always owned me. I don't think I could cope without some direction."
"Are you looking to me for a new mistress?"
"I think so. Or maybe a master."
"I have a lot to do today so I'll consider that while I'm out. Come with me if you wish or stay here."
"I might rest if that's alright. When do you meet up with master Black next?"
"I won't be doing that again with him. He's a prick. I'll tell you about it sometime when you have a few hours to kill. You go and rest while I shower and organize my day."
After making a couple of calls I had dental, hairdressing and medical appointments set up. The medical ones recognized my name and fitted me in. I had no problems getting a hair appointment back at my old work place.
After my shower I dressed. None of my bras fitted but at least my thongs were very stretchy. I found a white sheath with just enough stretch for me to squeeze into. It was just long enough to cover the lacy tops of my nude stay-ups. Brush hair, light makeup, subdued jewellery and killer heels and I was ready to go. My mirror told me that I looked hot. My braless state was obvious through the dress's thin fabric. We fat tramps need to show off after all. I had difficulty stopping giggling as I grabbed my bag, checked on my guest who was sound asleep and left the unit.
In the elevator I noticed a button for gymnasium. That could solve my exercise issues. Checking that out will wait for later.
Next was my hair. David did it himself. I wanted more red in my naturally auburn colouring. Red might become my new pink. Ha Ha! Very happy with the result I headed off to find the doctor.
The taxi dropped me off in the middle of the city. I soon found the rooms. Shit this bloke was a surgeon. What's this is all about? Oh well; let's find out.
Chapter8.
As soon as I mentioned my name I became a VIP. It helps to know a rich arsehole I guess. Sipping a well-crafted coffee I flicked through a lovely fashion magazine. A gasp brought my head up. Looking up I saw a familiar face. My saviour and first boyfriend stood looking down at me. He looked incredibly hot in a dark suit. It was my turn to gasp as I felt a familiar tingle in my belly.
"Follow me Tony" he whispered. "You are beautiful."
Shit! I couldn't remember his name. We had never had proper sex. The new fat, red slut imagined him inside me. I was dribbling as he led me in to a huge office. Behind an enormous uncluttered desk sat a pretty middle aged woman. Standing she walked shook my hand and gestured that I should sit.
"I'm Professor Blake. I specialise in sex reassignment surgery. John here is my pupil. What can we do for you?" speaking kindly.
"As you can see, I'm transgendered. I'm not sure how far to go in transforming myself, as I don't have a current partner to give me any input. Orchiectomy and breast augmentation tempt me but I don't think I want to lose my little clit just yet." I saw a little smile cross John's face.
"Getting rid of those annoying little bits may actually negate the need for breast enhancement, once you testosterone is suppressed. You seem to be doing quite a good job growing them without surgery."
I grinned as I saw a little nod from my first lover. At least I knew his name now.
"I want you to talk to a colleague who will assess whether this is the right path for you. If that's OK I'll get you an appointment tomorrow? If the psychological assessment is ok we will move on from there."
"Yes please" was my reply.
"John. Show Antoinette out. I'm sure that we will be seeing her again soon."
My inner, fat red slut wanted John a lot sooner than that. The temptation of those big dildos next to my bed was playing on my mind. If I wasn't able to get the real thing soon I could see me debasing myself getting off on a piece of rubber. Maybe I did need to talk to a shrink.
Placing his lips near to my ear, John whispered "coffee? I'm single too."
"Have dinner at my place tonight. Here is my number." Quickly I wrote on a scrap of paper torn from the receptionists pad. I left.
My heart was fluttering as I rode the elevator down when my phone rang.
"Time and address?" he asked shyly.
I set the time and gave him the address. I was on a mission. I would own this handsome doctor before midnight.
Shopping was in order. I needed a better dress and something for Sandra to wear. I had a plan for her too. I rang a caterer.
Dress, bras, corset and Sandra's costume bought I headed home. I was tingling all over.
Quietly I let myself into my unit. The door to Toy's (She would always be Toy to me) room was open. Glancing in I could see her rubbing one of the black vibrators from my room over her naked clit which was slick with her juices. She was panting with pleasure.
Incensed that she had snooped in my room, I tip toed into the room, grabbed her by the front of her baby doll which ripped away from her breasts, and pulled her over my knees. The plastic toy flew across the floor. My spanks were hard but not extreme and after a few slaps, to my surprise she shattered into a massive orgasm.
As I pushed her to the floor I felt an empowerment over take me. I knew that I had found my perfect servant, slave or maid and surrogate mother for the children I could never have.
"Bring me a drink, maid" I demanded, walking back to the leather lounge that provided the best view of the harbour from the unit.
Crawling from her room, Toy went to the kitchen and poured me a glass of Chardonnay. Delivering the drink, somehow still crawling, she then curled up on the floor at my feet.
"I am now your mistress, you little bitch. You will be my slave, servant and maid. I will treat you fairly but harshly. There will be none of that gross stuff that Jane put you through. OK?"
Her answer was to slip off my shoes and kiss my feet.
"I have a man coming to dinner. We need to prepare. Help me get ready and then you can dress yourself. I have caterers bringing the meal which you will serve. I will specify what wine we will drink."
Preparation took the next two hours. Fifi (my new name for her) helped me wash both inside and out. She was surprised at how much trouble I took with the enemas until I explained about how I had sex and that I liked to clean my man off after he had finished. Fifi laced me into my black under bust corset and attached the garters to my noir lace topped stockings before I sent her away to shower and dress in her maid's outfit. After slipping on a tight thong to keep my naughty little bits tucked out of sight, I settled down to apply my makeup. Instead of my usual subdued innocent look I went for a more dramatic effect; not full blown slut style but definitely promoting myself as a woman rather than a girl. Elegant silver hoops, matching bracelet and necklace, a splash of my best perfume and I was ready to slip into the dress.
"Fifi are you ready?" I called.
"Yes mistress I'm coming."
Her heels tapped on the timber floor as she joined me. The long red dress clung to my every curve. Strapless, it showed off my shoulders and hugged my breasts showing my nipples standing erect either side of my cleavage. A split on the left side just exposed the top of that stocking. Red pumps with deadly looking chrome heels completed the outfit. One look in the mirror told me that one young doctor was going to be stunned.
And stunned he was. Fifi buzzed him in and then greeted him at the door with a curtsey. He seemed vaguely amused as she led him into my living room. Sinuously I stood and presented my cheek for him to kiss. Once he had regained his composure, he appeared to be in shock, I received a chaste peck on my cheek. Taking a hand I led him to and sat him on the lounge.
Wanting to sit on his knee, I had to make do with sitting close to him as I asked "what can we get you to drink?"
"Just something soft please. I'm on duty at ten."
Hiding my disappointment I directed the maid to get a soft drink and a wine for me.
"So tell me about yourself since you went overseas." I asked.
He seemed uncomfortable as he quickly filled me in about his studies and eventual return to take up a place as the professor's student. There was an undercurrent that I didn't quite understand. Why did he seem so uncomfortable?
The caterers delivered the food which Fifi served.
As we ate I gave him an edited version of my life since we parted all those years ago. I left out many of the really juicy parts, but felt he was still shocked by many of my escapades. Although the food was delicious I couldn't enjoy it. I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable with John. He seemed distant when I had expected him to be all over me. Even my Chardonnay tasted tart.
Chapter9.
As we were finishing coffee John checked his watch and announced "I must be going or I'll be late for my shift." He stood.
Doing my best to hide my disappointment while I walked him to the door I whispered "when will I see you next?"
"I'll set up an appointment with the professor as soon as we get a psych report from your appointment tomorrow. You are booked for 10 o'clock for as long as it takes. You will need to be more open with her than you have with me tonight."
"But what about us?" I was almost crying.
"I'll see you with the professor and then we'll see about us." A quick brush of his lips across my brow and he was gone.
Without even closing the door I raced to my room, through myself on the bed and buried my crying eyes in a pillow. I wanted to die.
Sandra was patting my back and saying "there, there mistress, it will all work out somehow."
"No it won't. He hates me," blubbering. "Can you hold me?"
Lying next to me, soon we were snuggled together. Oh hell! My little clit was hardening between my legs and soon I was passionately kissing Sandra. What was I? A total slut, dress as a whore in red and black, kissing a girl when I should have been entwined with a man. As my maid was responding to me advances, lust took over from misery.
"Help me out of my dress and get yourself naked" I ordered harshly. My dress was on the floor and Sandra was naked with her little pot belly poking out within seconds. My lingerie and shoes stayed on. After finding the right sized black dildo, some lube and a little vibrator in the bed side drawer I stripped off my thong and flopped on my back across the bed.
"Serve me wench" I ordered as I passed the black toys to her. "You may excite yourself with the vibrator as you pump my bottom with the dildo and suck my clit."
Eyes closed with my knees against my chest I revelled in the feeling as the big black dong slid easily into my arse. I imagined that it was John inside me. Sandra worked her pursed lips on my tiny cock, sucking hard. I tried to push away the image of master sucking me. What is happening to me? Am I really turning into that slut that Master called me. I could hear the vibrator humming at Sandra's pussy. The dildo was massaging my prostate and my tiny clit dribbled continuously into the girl's hungry mouth. Finally the dam burst and I squirted onto her tongue. Meanwhile, although the vibrator hummed, her pussy dribbled juice and she panted, climax seemed to elude her.
"Please spank me, Mistress. I can't cum without it." Pleading!
Once the dong was out of me and I had calmed down, I sat up and dropped my still stocking covered legs over the bed side until my stilettos hit the floor. Sandra flopped over my knees, holding the vibrator against her dripping cunt lips. Only a couple of hard slaps had her screaming out her orgasm. This didn't stop me from continuing the spanking until my hand was sore and she was begging for mercy. Inflicting the pain on the poor girl washed away some of my pain. Pushing her onto the floor I felt like kicking her, as if that would rip away all my pain. Such sick thoughts revolted me. I almost bolted to the bathroom to throw up. Instead I just burst into tears.
"What have I done? How did I drive him away?" a rhetorical question that Sandra answered any way as she sat next to me with an arm around my shoulder.
"I think you scared him with the up market escort look. He was expecting the innocent girl he knew and loved all those years ago. From my point of view it looked like all you wanted was his cock in your bottom as quick as possible. You may not have lost him completely. Perhaps the shrink can help you tomorrow."
Chapter10.
She was right. Thinking back over the last few hours I could see a change in my mindset. Even my language had changed. Dong, arse, cunt and cock weren't normal words for me. They were slut words. I really had to get my act together. Sandra was right, hopefully the psych could help me get myself back together.
"Well, aren't you a cute little boy?" she said as I walked into the office. I was wearing a white short flared skirt over nude stockings, matching bra, thong and garter belt. My shoes were sensible three inch heeled sandals and my makeup, hair and jewellery was conservative.
Bursting into tears I blubbered "I don't know what I am but I've never been a boy." I just stood there shaking.
Standing the bitch approached me with a tissue and led me to a couch saying "There, there, dear have a seat and we will talk. I think we will accept that you should be a girl and by your look I think you are almost there." I calmed down slowly.
"I will recommend that you receive whatever surgery you please to achieve what you want. Now we need to get on to some other matters. I want you to tell me truthfully of your life since John left for Europe all those years ago."
"Have you been talking to him? Why do you want to know this? Some of it is hard for me to tell. It was horrible."
"John is worried about you. I think letting go will help you."
So with lots of sobs and tissues I told her the whole story. It took ages but I did feel better to let it out.
"You feel like a slut because your master called you that. Just because you like sex doesn't make you a slut. I can help you with this but it might take time. First step is to dress like you have today. Sexy but understated. I'm sure you feel better with that look anyway."
She was right. I did prefer this style.
We talked for ages and I felt better and better. Finally I was told that I had another appointment for the following day with the professor at ten AM. With a much improved perspective of the whole situation I left the office.
Back at the unit I found Sandra still in her baby doll watching rubbish on the television. The spanking that I gave her only lasted until she appeared to be about to cum. I stopped and sent her off to shower and dress to go shopping. She sulked as she wandered off to the bathroom while I wrote a grocery list for her to fill.
Chapter11.
When she returned she was wearing a light yellow dress which almost hid her condition and some mid heeled sandals. I handed her the note, cash and told her that the little supermarket was only a block away. She seemed confused and just stood there.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I've never shopped." She whispered.
Grabbing my purse I took her hand and led her out of the unit. "Time you learned. It's one of the things maids do." My planned gym session would have to wait.
Food shopping done, with it to be delivered in two hours and a maid who now understood how it worked we ambled home only pausing at an upmarket lingerie shop to treat ourselves to a new baby doll for Sandra and a sexy teddy for myself.
"Can you cook?" said as I locked the door.
"No Mistress" shuffling her feet and looking down.
"Clean?"
"No Mistress."
"I'll teach you. And will let you cum when you do it well. Fail to learn and I'll put you on orgasm denial until you do. Go and turn into Fifi." This was a fun game. I wasn't really planning to be cruel. She was carrying my child after all. I had better find a doctor for her as soon as possible. The professor should be able to suggest someone.
Soon she was back looking like a maid. "Dust all the furniture and shelves and then vacuum the floors. I'll check your work when I have been to the gym." After showing her where the equipment was kept, I quickly changed into tiny shorts, singlet and trainers and headed to the gym floor where I really gave myself a work out.
On my hot and sweaty return I found Fifi hard at it with the vacuum cleaner. She seemed to have the hang of it so I poured a tall glass of iced water and perched on a stool tingling all over from the workout to watch. Just as I was contemplating having a bath she finished. I checked for dust and was so happy with her work that I directed her to put the cleaner away but to keep the feather duster. Taking the duster I had her remove her frilly panties and bend over a kitchen bench.
"You may play with yourself for a little while before I dust up your naughty little bottom."
She was wet and panting very quickly and begging for the duster with its whippy cane handle. Obligingly I gave her a mild thrashing which had her screaming with release with only ten moderate cracks of the cane. Being a sub myself I understood how this worked. Promising myself to get some proper equipment rather than improvising, I gave her a couple of gratuitous swipes. Thanking me she was smiling and crying at the same time as she pulled up her panties.
"I will call you shortly to bathe me. " I headed for the bathroom.
After cleansing the inner woman I was ready for my bath.
"Fifi! Get that pretty little arse in here and wash me. Bring wine."
The wine was delicious as I sat naked and watched the maid draw a bath for me. Soon I was luxuriating in the warm water, sipping away while the girl sponged me down. This was true decadence. Bath over I rinsed off under the shower and had the girl dry me with a huge fluffy towel before I sent her away for more wine while I slipped into a short skirt and tank top in my favourite pale pink.
"Ok, let's put a feed together."
Starting simply I taught her how to boil noodles and create a Bolognaise to go with them. I made it clear to Fifi that she must remember each dish she learned, as I would punish her if she didn't get it right. I suggested that she create a recipe book for herself. Of course punishment was going to be orgasm denial by my refusal to spank or cane her. After dinner she cleaned up the kitchen while I lounged around watching a couple of music DVDs.
Feeling exhausted, I finally dragged myself off to bed warning the maid to be up bright and early to help me prepare for my interview and learn how to scramble eggs and toast.
Chapter12.
My heels clacked along the footpath as I made my way to the doctor. My dress was white and light weight, hugging my body tightly and just covering my skin toned stocking tops. My makeup and hair was very girly. I hoped John would be there and didn't want to scare him again. Fifi was under orders to read some cookery books and come up with a dinner plan.
Ushered into the consulting room, I was greeted by the professor with a hand shake.
"Welcome young lady. Please sit." She kindly said. "I have reviewed the interview with the psych and I'm sure that you are a suitable SRS candidate. I will need to examine you, so if you will slip through that door and undress I will be with you shortly. Just call out when you are ready."
In the exam room was a chair and an exam table. I stripped, leaving my clothes carefully folded on the chair. I slipped into a light robe and called out that I was ready.
The doctor entered and asked me to lie on the table and to spread the robe. After examining my breasts she moved on to my little bits.
"You are quite tiny aren't you? May I call john in for an opinion?" After I nodded, she opened the door and let him in. "What do you think John?"
"Orchiectomy but that's all. There isn't enough to make a viable vagina from. All there could be would be a tiny opening that couldn't be used except to urinate out of. That combined with loss of sensual release, would lead me to recommend leaving the penis alone."
"I understand. Let's do it soon" I jumped in quickly. This was pretty much what I wanted; I just wanted to get dressed. They left the room.
Dressed I entered the consult room. They were each seated and consulting over another case. I sat.
"We can fit you in next week but it's up to you." She said.
"Schedule it and let me know."
We talked about details and recovery times before John showed me out. It was just 11.30.
"Lunch in the park in half an hour? I'll bring a picnic. We need to talk" John whispered as he showed me out. I nodded and headed to the elevator.
From my spot on a bench I could see him striding across the grass. He really was a handsome man. I tingled down deep with pleasure, watching him spread a rug on the grass and beckon me over. He was opening a couple of salads packed in plastic containers as I sat. Pop was the noise as he uncorked some bubbles and poured a plastic glass each.
"Cheers" he saluted. "Eat and then tell me the story. The whole story this time."
By the time I finished I was sobbing, but managed to get through it. Would he dump me? Where was all this going?
Taking both my hands in his he spoke "thank you. Now I understand."
"Why did you run the other night?" I asked.
"You scared me. I like this pale innocent look you are in today. The other night you looked like a predator. That slut look doesn't suit you at all. I want the little girl I saved from the bullies at school. What is the plan with the girl and the baby?"
"I don't think she will want to keep it. If not I'll just have to be mother and father to it. Sandra will look for a strong dominant man to look after her. I understand how she feels as I need the same thing." I answered.
"Come away with me for a couple of days. I want you to meet some people. Dress to impress or I might have to spank you. I'll pick you up at 9.00 in the morning" he grinned lasciviously and gently kissed my forehead.
My whole body tingled as I wandered in a daze back to the unit. I needed to make sure that Sandra would be able to cope for the two days without me.
Chapter13.
Out of bed early I was clean, groomed, dressed and packed for my little break. I had sorted everything out for Sandra. The time dragged until the door buzzed at 9.00 which had me rushing to the elevator towing my little bag. I wanted to throw myself at him but restrained myself. After a brush of his lips I was led outside to his waiting car. He opened the door for me and after closing it threw my bag in the back and we were off.
He looked across at me as we waited at some lights and smiled. "I like that dress. White suits you. Always wear white or pale pink unless I request otherwise" he smirked.
I was wearing a short flouncy sundress with spaghetti straps in white. It was figure hugging to the waist with a skirt that flared and floated while I walked. Sitting it showed a hint of my nude stocking tops but not my garters. My sheer bra allowed a little hint of nipple while my matching thong hid my little secrets. Of course I wore three inch stiletto sandals.
"Will you punish me if I don't dress the way you like?" I asked coquettishly.
"Certainly, but I'm sure you will find easier ways to invite a spanking than by really getting me mad."
I'm tingling from head to foot. Where is he taking me? Will he bed me? I hope so. I have everything I need to make him happy in my little bag. After some freeway driving we were soon traveling along a quiet country road.
"Where are we going today?"
"Secret place. Don't worry that pretty little head. All will be revealed soon."
He swung the car carefully through a wide gateway in a stone wall. The drive meandered for a mile or so through fields and woods until I sighted a large white Victorian mansion. John tooted the horn and, by the time we reached the building a middle aged couple waited to greet us.
Turning to him for an explanation I saw his mischievous grin. "My parents wanted to meet you. Actually mum would have liked to meet you way back when we were at school. Dad has been a little slower to accept my sexual preferences, but he's all good with it now."
I was blushing but happy as he helped me out of the car and introduced me to them. I felt very welcome as we sat and chatted over a lovely lunch. While the parents relaxed we walked hand in hand through the lovely garden.
"You know how much I like you in white." He asked. "I wonder how you would look in a wedding dress."
Gasping, heart beating; I was stunned as he said "Marry me."
In answer I threw myself into his embrace. Our kiss was long and delicious. The ring he offered was stunning.
"When?"
"Oh mum will want a huge affair so not for a few months. We need to fix those little problems that you are carrying around first. I guess I could be dad for that little baby if the mum doesn't want it."
Taking my hand he led one deliriously happy little sissy back to break the news to mum and dad.
"I hope you aren't going to expect abstinence before we get married" I teased as we meandered back to the house.
"Have no fear of that. We'll share a bed tonight, so expect to be ravished. I've lusted after that bottom of yours for a long time."
Licking my lips, I put on my best lewd face.
Chapter14.
My excuse for heading to bed early was that I felt like a bath before retiring. I'd whispered to John that he should give me at least an hour to be ready for him. He was sitting on a veranda enjoying a cigar and port with his dad while his mum watched an old movie on the television.
The hour was spent making sure I was squeaky clean, shaved with perfect makeup and hair. My outfit was such that I may as well have been naked. A micro thong barely contained my little boy bits. It was see through chiffon as was my pink peignoir. With nothing to hide from john so I decided to show it off. Pretty pink sandals complemented the outfit, shaping my legs and slimming my developing voluptuous look.
When my lover walked in I was lounging on the bed flicking through a fashion magazine. Soon it would be wedding books. The look on his face was priceless, a mixture of shock and lust.
"Get off the bed and stand in the corner facing the wall" he ordered. Oh this is different I thought as I slipped off the bed and went to the corner.
"You have been naughty, so I'll have to punish you. Do you know what this is for?" he spoke sternly.
"No sir" I answered meekly. My little thing was leaking juice with anticipation and I had to force myself to breath.
"Come here you little minx!" still speaking sternly.
Turning, I found him sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Across my knee, girl" he said.
Eagerly I positioned myself over his knees.
"This is for wearing that slutty outfit. How many do you think you deserve for that?"
"Six sir?" I whispered.
He laughed. "I think twelve would be more like it." Oh goody I thought.
Flipping the back of my peignoir up he started with a gentle slap on my virtually naked bottom. Each spank was harder than the one before. By six I was crying and by twelve I was begging for mercy, but so turned on that I almost spurted on his legs.
Easing me off his knees I ended up kneeling on the floor in front of him.
"Compose yourself, dry your eyes and fix that make up. You may then undress me" still in a stern voice.
He was still sitting when I returned from the bathroom. My body was tingling from head to bottom. On my knees in front of him I untied his shoes and slipped them off followed by his socks. Reaching up I undid his shirt buttons and slipped it off him. Being so close I could smell his masculinity oozing from him. I undid his belt and slid down his zipper before he stood to allow me to slide his trousers and boxers down his muscular legs. Picking up all his clothes I folded them neatly and placed them on a chair. As I crawled back to him I saw his beautiful penis partly erect. It was larger than I remembered from our school days. My mouth watered in anticipation. Leaning forward between his legs I pushed my lips towards the smooth head and took him into my hungry mouth. Slowly I sucked and ran my tongue over the opening lusting for the taste of his juice. He grew and hardened from my efforts. I slid myself over his now erect cock and took him deep into my throat. Bobbing my head back and forth I wondered if he would cum in my mouth or save it for my needy tingling bottom.
Grunting, he pushed me off him and soon had me on my back on the bed. My shredded thong flew across the room, he was impatient. My ankles were on his shoulders as pressure built against my little rose bud. Relax those muscles and push out, I thought. Pop and the bulbous head was inside me. He paused before starting the relentless drive into my welcoming hole. Oh! That felt so good. I was buzzing with pleasure as he slid back and forth in my core. Changing rhythm he would pull back until the bulb was almost out then use short strokes for a moment, tormenting my little pleasure spot. I was dribbling onto my tummy as he did this before driving deep again for a few strokes. Alternating this way was driving me over the edge. I wanted both the deep thrust of his possession and the gentle massage of my little boy spot. Just as I was ready to release I felt him pull back and with a gasp he emptied his seed into me. Pushed over the cliff I came with him, with a moan of pleasure.
Chapter15.
My life was perfect. I have a new master and lover, about to be my husband. My wedding dress is perfect, as I look at my image in the mirror. The limo will be here soon to take me to my future, when my phone rings.
"So you are going for second best are you?" My old master chuckled.
Shocked, I hung up and turned off the phone. Why was my tummy tingling? | literotica |
Title: Friday Night at the Furlongs' Pt. 03
Tags: gay, anal, cousin, uncle, cum, odours, smell, sniff, stink
"Whoa! I didn't know you guys were playing piggy-backs in here!" Jake called out when he saw his dad on all-fours with Guy squatting behind him.
The hairy broad-chested plumber chortled across at his fuck-buddy's son. He always enjoyed a bit of banter with Jake.
"Reckon you could take giving me a piggy-back, Jake?" he asked my cousin, grabbing my Uncle Rob more tightly around his belly and resuming slamming his hips back and forth against his arse.
Jake laughed back. "Whatever you got, mate, you can bet I can take it!"
Guy smirked at his answer and got on with enjoying his butt-fuck. Jake and I both peered over at his thick veiny cock steadily sliding in and out of Uncle Rob's tautly-stretched bunghole. His technique was unrushed and deliberate as if he was enjoying savouring the pleasure of having my uncle's well-practised rectum squeezing his steely hard girth.
"I've gotta admit, though... you guys look totally hot together!" Jake gushed at the pair of them. "However sexy you both might look getting cosy with women, you look a hundred times better doing each other!"
Guy just laughed at the observation but I could see that Uncle Rob was really chuffed by receiving a rare compliment from his son. He beamed a broad gratified smile as he continued to face forwards and it stayed on his lips long after Guy's amusement had faded.
Jake sat down on one side of his dad's double bed so I did the same on the opposite side. We both seemed mesmerised by Guy's thick meat sweeping back and forth between Uncle Rob's two round cheeks and I found it difficult to take my eyes away from its relentless, almost hypnotic rhythm. But there was so much else in their sex that I didn't want to miss, that I had to force myself to look beyond just the penetration and take in the other details of these two big men pleasuring each other right in front of me.
For a start, there was Uncle Rob's own impressive manhood, throbbing forwards and dribbling streams of goo down onto the doona. He kept pushing his bum back to meet Guy's slow steady thrusts, his arse-cheeks gaping open and making the thick bush of hair sprout outwards from his crack. And underneath that were both men's huge over-sized bollocks, dangling down heavy and low and repeatedly slapping together as they heaved their big solid bodies against each other.
I smiled at Jake, seeing how he too was captivated the sight of his dad allowing another man to use his butt for sex. Jake saw me smiling at him and grinned back over at me. He said, "If you saw this pair on the street... just chatting together like a couple of mates... you'd never guess in a million years that the two of them were shagging each other's arses!"
I chuckled and nodded before telling him, "Guy said earlier that he started having sex with other dudes when he worked on an oilrig."
"It was a necessity, mate," Guy nodded towards us. "All us men cooped up together in those cramped little bunkrooms!"
Jake grinned and said, "Oh my God, you make it sound as horny as fuck!" Then in a silly voice he said to his father, "Daddy, when I'm all growed up I want to work on an oilrig like Mr Leeson!"
Uncle Rob quipped back, "Well, when you're putting in for an application form, get one for me too!"
I chuckled before asking Guy, "So, the way you are with Uncle Rob right now, is how you had sex with other men on the rig?"
"No fuckin' way!" Guy laughed. "It was nothin' like this!"
"How was it, then?" I persisted, interested to hear how men packed together in close confinement would couple up together when they were feeling horny.
"You didn't pace yourself the way I am now... you don't give yourself time to enjoy the feeling," he explained with his cock still sliding smoothly and slowly in and out of Uncle Rob's raised-up butt. "It wasn't anything like shaggin' someone for the pleasure of it... it was much faster... more urgent..."
"Aw yeah!" Jake laughed. "All the oiled up riggers going at each other's arses like buck rabbits!"
"It wasn't like that either!" Guy grinned at him. "The bunkroom wasn't like some gay porn film!"
"So how was it?" I asked again, genuinely trying to picture how men might have sex together in cramped communal quarters.
"If you were gonna do it, you did it after lights-out," Guy said. "Not that it was dark, mind you, because there were always emergency lights left on. But if you were gonna get your oats, you snuck over to the other bloke's bunk when it was dim and quiet and the other men were trying to get to sleep."
Guy bent lower so that his chest was pressed against Uncle Rob's back and pushed his arms underneath him to hold him tight by the shoulders.
"Most blokes did it like this," he explained. "You got on top of your buddy's back and sort of squatted together, both facing forwards. You didn't have much space in the bunk-bed so you had to hunch down low together and one of you put your knees between the other's. Not exactly the most romantic of positions..."
"What did the other guys in the room do when two men got together for sex?" Jake asked. "Those who were still awake, I mean...?"
"Blokes generally fell into two camps on that one. Either they'd ignore what the two of you were doing and turn away to sleep, or they'd ogle over at you and start wankin' themselves off. There wasn't much middle ground between those two reactions!"
"Which camp did you fall into?" I asked.
"The second," Guy grinned, still crouched over my uncle and holding onto him like a dog mounting a bitch. "I got to like the smell of two blokes playin' pokey... which was what we called it on my rig. A lot of guys complained how bum sex after lights-out would stink out the bunkroom but once I'd done it a few times myself and got... you know... a bit of a taste for it... the smell of other fellas butt-bangin' got to be a turn-on."
"So what happened after the two of you had got into the romantic double-squat position?" Jake asked with a smirk.
"I smeared some spit on my cock and worked it into the bloke's hairy gash, then I fucked him up the arse dead fast to make myself nut off as quickly as I could."
In demonstration, he grabbed my Uncle Rob tight and firm by the shoulders and started shagging his bum really quickly, making loud clapping sounds as hips slapped hard against my uncle's buttocks. Uncle Rob's face blushed as red as his arse-cheeks went. It looked like he was seriously enjoying being treated like one of Guy's oilrig bunkmates.
Soon Guy stopped thrusting and he grinned over at us. "Usually I was so fuckin' desperate that I'd last about thirty seconds. Then it would be over and I could pull out, wipe off and go back to my own bunk to sleep."
"Oh... so you didn't swap around so you could return the favour?" I said with some surprise.
"No fuckin' way, mate!" Guy chortled at my naivety. "It cost a couple of packets of fags for some fella to let you seed him up the arse, so it sure as hell wasn't a two-way deal!"
Guy got back into the position he seemed to prefer with Uncle Rob, kneeling upright behind him with his hands on his hips, sliding his dick slowly and smoothly in and out of the thickly forested butt-crack.
"Did you and the guys you shagged ever talk about what you'd done?" I asked him. "Maybe agree to meet up again sometime?"
Guy chuckled at the question. "Most of the blokes who were up for playing pokey in exchange for ciggies were migrant workers who could barely speak a word of English. The most they'd get from me was a whispered 'spaseeba' after I'd creamed off up their olive-coloured arses!"
"This isn't supposed be a biography of Guy's life story," Uncle Rob said, recovering his composure after being treated so brashly. "The idea was to show Shane that anal sex between two men is both enjoyable and beautiful."
"You've got me convinced on the beautiful part," I smiled. "You guys look totally hype!"
"Oh my God!" Jake laughed. "Nobody in the real world says 'hype' anymore! They look 'sick', mate - that's what you wanna say when you're not in kangaroo-land!"
"Sick as in good?" Uncle Rob queried.
"Sick as in the best!" Jake extolled.
"Okay, so we've established that Guy and I look sick," my uncle went on. I found it funny that he could still talk like some stuck-up school-teacher even on all-fours with a fat cock wedged between his bum-cheeks. "Do you think the smell of our sex is gross, Shane, as you put it earlier?"
"I didn't say the smell of your sex would be gross," I clarified. "I just said I was worried that it would smell a bit bummy when I did it."
"So does it smell gross?"
I took a few sniffs of the air in the room as Guy's cock kept slowly working in and out of my uncle's obliging behind.
"I can't really smell anything to be honest..."
"Lean over closer," Uncle Rob instructed me. "Inhale more deeply close to my rear."
I moved across to take a deeper sniff where the two men's bodies were connected. I didn't want to push my nose up close to Uncle Rob's arse with a dick sliding in and out of it - that would have seemed like a step too far - so instead I just sniffed somewhere near Guy's left hip as his thigh flexed back and forth.
"It's a bit... er... meaty, I guess... but not that bad really."
"Actually, the meatiness might be coming from my arse," Guy said with a mischievous grin. "I haven't showered since six o'clock this morning and it's been a pretty full-on day so I'm probably getting a bit whiffy back there."
Jake chortled at Guy's crudeness and then, to my amazement, reached right over me to grope between his dad's friend's two big muscular butt-cheeks. After he'd rubbed his hand up and down the plumber's moist hairy gully, a bit like he was wiping the bloke's arse, he took a long lingering sniff of his fingers and declared, "Oh fuck yeah! That's one meaty crack-stink you got back there!"
"Jake, that's offensive!" Uncle Rob reprimanded his son as Guy bellowed with laughter.
"How can it be offensive," Jake countered, "when it's had this effect on me?"
He stood up and lifted his t-shirt to show off the front of his boxer briefs stretched flagrantly outwards by his large cock on full crank. Then he asked, "Surely Guy should take it as a compliment that his butt-stink gets me so turned on?"
Guy laughed even louder before saying, "You're one dirty fucker, Jake Furlong! It's a fuckin' privilege to know you, mate!"
The two of them beamed at each other and it suddenly occurred to me how much fun they'd probably have if daddy wasn't around to rein in their antics. If Jake and Guy were ever to secretively hook up together, they'd probably get very raunchy with each other and I imagine their sex would be both rough and smelly. Guy would probably do things with Jake that he wouldn't dream of suggesting to the younger man's father, and Jake would go to town trying to shock and outwit his dad's favourite lover.
That would be a hell of an encounter to watch but the thought of being part of it wasn't really my scene. I didn't want to shock or outwit anyone when I had sex with them. For me sex would always be something that should be tender and special and, while I didn't begrudge Jake of his fun with more adventurous guys, I wanted my intimacy with him to be on a more emotional level.
"Well, Shane, now that you're happier with the idea of male anal sex," Uncle Rob began, "perhaps you two boys would like to head back to Jake's bedroom and see if you can put into practice what you've learned from Guy and me?"
Jake grinned at me broadly, clearly hoping for a positive response, so I deliberately put on an indecisive face and murmured, "Hmm... I'm not really sure, Uncle Rob..."
When I saw Jake bristle and could see I was risking him losing his temper, I quickly added, "I think I'd rather let Jake pop my cherry in front of the pair of you... that way you can let us know if we're doing it right..."
At first Jake peered quizzically at me, but once the meaning of my words had filtered through to his brain, he smirked incredulously at me and said, "You want me to butt-fuck you in front of my dad and Guy?"
"If you'd be okay with that..." I replied, hoping his smile was a positive sign but not completely sure as Jake could be so unpredictable sometimes.
"Fuck yeah!" he chuckled. "The four of us all doing it together... me shagging your butt and Guy shagging dad's... that'd be so fucking hot, Shane! How did you come up with a scorching idea like that?!"
I winked at him. "I don't just have the Furlong gene, mate... I have the Furlong imagination too!"
"I've gotta admit... you're one horny son-of-a-bitch!" Jake chuckled. We started pulling our clothes off and passed the lube to one another as we prepared to have sex right there on his dad's bed.
"You're not for real on this...?" Guy smirked as I got on the bed with my slippery butt pushing backwards and Jake shuffled up behind me with his glistening cock throbbing forwards.
"Like my cuz said," Jake replied to him, "if I fuck him in front of you and dad, one or other of you can give us feedback on how we're doing..."
I loved it when Jake called me his 'cuz'. It had more of a closeness than 'mate' and was way more affectionate than 'bud'.
"I think this is a splendid idea," Uncle Rob said, still facing forwards as his bum was ceaselessly pummelled. "If you feel any sort of pain, Shane, I'm right here next to you and can give advice as you need it."
I felt my cousin's bell-end pushing between my cheeks and then pressing hard against my tightly puckered hole. I relaxed my arse muscles like I was perched on the dunny and felt Jake's broad helmet slide into me, followed in quick succession by his thick veiny shaft.
"Oh fuck!" he said as his cock slowly pushed into my arsehole.
"Are those the first words I'm gonna hear after losing my virginity?" I laughed. "'Oh fuck'... it's hardly tbe sorta phrase I was hopin' for!"
Jake laughed back at my silliness and asked, "So what sort of thing do you want to hear from me, cuz?"
I could feel the length of his big cock slowly filling my bowels as he pushed it deeper into me and I said, "What about, 'Your arse is the best I've ever felt out of all the many I've fucked?'"
"Okay, yeah...whatever... just imagine I said that!" he chuckled.
"Oh Jesus, Rob! Did Shane just say he's a virgin?" Guy asked my uncle. "You sure as fuck didn't tell me that!"
"Was a virgin," I laughed, feeling Jake's two hairy clangers pressing into the backs of my thighs. "Now fuck me, cuz... like you really mean it!"
Jake started slamming my arse quickly and roughly and Guy followed suit and started humping Uncle Rob's butt with same speed and force.
"Fuck yeah!" Jake gasped as he enjoyed pounding my tight Aussie bum. "I've wanted to fuck you like this since the second I met you! I can't believe this feels so intense!"
"Less pressure, more sensuality, Jake!" his dad called out as he saw his son bludgeoning my behind.
Guy grinned at his lover's son and said, "Naah... give his arse a good hard fuckin' the way you've been gaggin' for it!"
Jake decided to take the latter advice and pumped my rump the way he'd wanted to pretty much since I'd stepped off the plane from Brisbane.
I smiled across at Uncle Rob, the two of us bent forwards as our men slammed their thick cocks up our straining arseholes. He smiled back and asked, "How does it feel to have sex with a fellow male, Shane?"
"I kinda like it," I told him. "It's taking a bit of gettin' used to, I guess... feeling another dude's big porker sliding in and out of my dookie..."
"Work with him," my uncle suggested. "Move your backside against him in time with his thrusts, and push it as far onto his penis as you're able so he can penetrate you fully."
As I did as he advised and jabbed my butt against the rapid sweeps of Jake's big meat-pole, loving the way his bollocks were slapping heavily against the back of my nutsack.
"Aw yeah!" Jake called out and I looked over my shoulder to see if it was my efforts he was enjoying. I realised, though, that he and Guy were mucking around together and it was that which was making him shout out in glee.
They were grinning over at each other as they butt-fucked together, trying to out-do each other in how fast and hard they could thrust their two thick cocks. But there was more than that going on between them. Guy would reach across and grope Jake's arse between the cheeks and then raise his fingers to his nose and have a good sniff.
He'd mouth, "That is fuckin' ripe!" across at his fuck-buddy's son. Then Jake would do the same to the plumber, sliding his fingers up and down the hairy crack between the bigger man's buns like he had earlier and then inhaling the odour on his hand before offering his own vulgar observation about the stink.
I pushed myself up off the bed, so that my back was pressing against Jake's chest. I wanted his focus to be on me, not on the hairy bloke next to him; the man who should similarly be directing his efforts towards his own anal lover.
When Jake and I were upright together, he snuggled his face against the back of my shoulder and kept pumping my arse with long, sweeping stabs of his well-endowed cock. My own large chopper curved upwards in front of me, bobbing around as my big heavy nuts jiggled together underneath it.
"Oh Jesus, you two lads look proper hot bummin' like that!" Guy chortled.
I swivelled my head around so that I could smile at my cousin and he leaned forwards so we could share a kiss together. His tongue tasted divine and he gently probed my mouth with it, then I pushed mine into his so they gently rubbed back and forth against each other as we enjoyed the feel of his cock doing the same deep inside my bum.
"Fuck yeah!" Guy laughed on seeing the two us necking while we fucked. "When it comes to gay stuff, I've always preferred lesboes... but you two horny lads look fuckin' amazing gettin' it on together!"
"You do make a very lovely couple," Uncle Rob agreed.
"I've got an even better idea!" Jake declared, after pulling away from snogging my face. "Me and Guy bend over and you two shag our arses! That way Shane gets to see if he likes fucking my butt as much as he's enjoyed me fucking his!"
"What a good idea!" Uncle Rob announced, already pulling his swollen and over-stoked arsehole from Guy's big prong. The circumference of it was purple and angry-looking and its muscular ring was puffed up like an oval-shaped doughnut.
"I kinda liked doing it this way," I said, much preferring that Jake would keep working my butt instead of me doing it to him.
"Nonsense," Uncle Rob admonished me. "There's a lot to be learned by assuming the more active role."
He and Guy were switching positions even though it was obvious that Guy, like me, would have wanted things to stay as they were. Reluctantly, I swapped around with Jake although I could see that he was very keen to find out what it was like to have my dick up his butt.
"Come on, cuz," he urged me, seeing my disappointment that my first taste of being bummed had been so abruptly cut short. "This way you get to lose your gay virginity in both ways!"
"I suppose..." I said. "I just think I like it the way we were just doing it better."
"Come on, mate... you've gotta try both giving and taking it. You don't know what you might like until you've tried it for proper!"
"Jake, your grammar is becoming appalling," his dad scolded him while he lined his huge curving cock up behind his plumber friend's squat hairy bum. "I don't know what they're teaching you at that university."
Jake bent down on the mattress alongside Guy and the two of them smirked at each other. For a second I thought they were going to lean across and neck each other's faces - I really don't know what I'd have done if they had. Instead they just grinned together, amused that they were both splayed out on all-fours and waiting for our two big cocks to be slid up their arses, while me and Uncle Rob smiled our own smirks behind them.
Uncle Rob whispered to me, "I could see how much you were enjoying receiving my son, but I really think you'll learn a lot from doing it this way, Shane... I promise it will be worth it!"
He worked his cock up and down Guy's furry arse-crack before finding the bullseye and pushing his bell-end firmly against it.
I did the same with Jake, sweeping my cock head the length of his cleft and located the raised mound of his anus which seemed to be where I should press the tip of it.
Uncle Rob quite merrily worked his huge organ up his mate's butt, but I was struck with a sudden sense of revulsion about what it was I was doing. This was the hole my cousin takes dumps through that I was pushing the helmet of my cock against. What if he was all cruddy up inside his butt-hole? What if my cock came out smeared with his shit?
Uncle Rob saw that I was having second thoughts and patted me on the shoulder to reassure me. "It's worth it, Shane... believe me, it's worth it. Whatever misgivings you're having, the sensation of being joined with Jake will make your worries pale into insignificance..."
"But it's his butt!" I said to him, pleased that he was here with me. "He does doodie through it!"
"I know," Uncle Rob smiled, "I had the very same anxieties myself the first time I did it. Just believe me that the pleasure you're about to experience will more than outweigh this entirely natural apprehension."
"Come on, bud!" Jake called back. "It won't fuckin' bite you! It might fart and it might stink but it sure as fuck won't bite you!"
Guy chortled and the two of them high-fived each other. They were lined up with arses pushed out to receive our cocks and the two of them were actually high-fiving each other!
"Ignore them," my uncle smiled at me. "Just focus on how amazing it's about to feel..."
I pushed harder against the raised knot of Jake's arsehole and the head of my cock was abruptly given entry to his butt. It felt hot and slippery inside the tunnel of his back passage and almost instantly I liked having part of my body pushed up inside my cousin's.
"Oh my God!" I called out. "This actually feels really good!"
Uncle Rob grinned broadly at me and said, "Let's push ourselves all the way up our lovers' rears!"
I kept pushing and my cock drove slowly up Jake's slimy behind. I could feel that the insides were coated with gunge and that my shaft was sliding up through it, but it no longer disgusted me because the feeling of being joined with this lovely boy was so exciting.
"Fuck yeah!" I gasped, grabbing my cousin by the hips to push my dork more firmly up his arsehole. "This is so amazing!"
"I knew you'd love it!" Uncle Rob smiled over at me. "It's a truly wonderful sensation to be physically joined with a member of one's own gender!"
"I dunno about that," I said back, "but fuckin' another dude's butt sure feels goosh!"
Uncle Rob grabbed Guy's hips too and we both started fucking our buddies making long curving sweeps with our cocks.
It didn't take long before I could smell the stink of Jake's arse: 'distinctively pungent' as my Uncle Rob had earlier described it to me. I found to my surprise, though, that I wasn't disgusted by it. This was the smell of my connection with Jake's body through his lovely pudgy backside and because of that it was extremely exciting.
I could finally see what Jake - and Guy, for that matter - had meant when they'd said that the smell of butt sex was part of its appeal. The strong bummy odour was unique to our sex as two boys and its musky and masculine reek was a powerful turn-on.
"Jesus Christ, Jake," I gasped, "doing you up the arse is so fuckin' whiffy!"
Jake turned to grin up at me over his shoulder. "There's no such thing as discreet fuck when you're stoking Jakey-boy's butt!"
I pumped him rougher and faster to make the stink even harsher. This was the smell of our butt-love and I suddenly wanted to revel in its lewd, animal funk.
We grinned more broadly at each other and I panted, "This is so fuckin' hot!"
"It's the smell of dude-sex, cuz!" he chuckled. "I told you you'd fucking love it!"
Once Uncle Rob had worked up a similarly rapid rhythm in and out of Guy's bigger hairier bum, the sharp thuggish stink of the plumber's slippery fudge tunnel quickly overwhelmed even Jake's crudest odours.
"You dirty fucker!" Jake laughed across at Guy once he'd got a whiff of bigger man's arse getting pounded. "A mate at uni said butt-fucking my arse could wither a houseplant - yours could kill off a whole fuckin' greenhouse!"
Guy guffawed at the younger lad's wit and then to my Uncle Rob's surprise let out a loud fart around his pumping cock.
Jake chortled with laughter and then let out a one of his own around mine and I think the two of them would have continued if I hadn't called down to my cousin, "Jake, stop it! That's so vulgar, dude!"
"Come on, the pair of you," Uncle Rob rebuked them. "This is Shane's first time... hardly the right moment for such frivolous flatulence!"
Jake and Guy chuckled over at each other like two naughty schoolboys and then both turned to face forwards to let the men behind them use their two tightly-stretched holes. Me and my uncle got on with thrusting our broad, veiny girths in and out of their hairy back-cracks, smiling together as we enjoyed the feel of their butt muscles clamped around our two big cocks.
In a flash I realised that having sex this way would always be the way I would make love. My hook-ups would always be with dudes - of that I was growing more and more certain - and when I wasn't on all-fours having my butt screwed, this is how I would enjoy rooting theirs.
All the years I'd struggled to wazz off trying to think about doing stuff with girls... it was shagging my mates that I should have been fantasizing about!
From now on other guys' peachy behinds would never be the same to me! I'd want to get my face stuck into them or my dick pushed up them. Even looking some fit dude's two round cheeks straining in the back of his dacks would get me a mongrel growing in the front of mine!
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you Shane?" my Uncle Rob chuckled. He could see how fast my hips were bucking, how much my chest was panting and how the muscles of my own freshly-fucked arse were flexing and heaving as I drove my rock solid cock in and out between Jake's cleaved-open cheeks.
"I'm loving it!" I called out. "I fuckin' love shaggin' butt!"
Jake reached across and started wanking Guy's cock off. Guy laughed over at him in surprise and called out, "Fuck yeah!" then stretched his own arm out to wrap his fingers around Jake's.
The two of them chortled together as they rubbed their hands up and down each other's meaty cocks, their elbows slapping together as they jerked their forearms back and forth.
"All the times I used to see you when I was picking Simon up from school," Guy muttered breathlessly to Jake. "I could never have dreamt that one day we'd be squattin' like this, bashin' each other's pricks off!"
Jake laughed, "If you're gonna cum, let me know... I wanna catch it and eat it!"
Guy guffawed back. "You horny fucker! I've so gotta see you eat my spooge!"
"I'd eat your brown-eye too... you know I would, don't you?"
Guy beamed at my cousin and his eyes twinkled with future possibilities.
Meanwhile, behind them, Uncle Rob and I were both on the home straight. We were fucking butt as hard and as fast as our hips would let us, both relishing the stink of our two lovers' roughly shafted behinds.
Uncle Rob asked me through his laboured breaths, "Is your bum still tingling from having Jake mount you?"
"Yeah!" I smiled at him. "It feels real nice!"
He panted, "When you're sleeping with a girl, Shane... you'll miss being able to do it both ways!"
I said, "I don't think I'm gonna be sleeping with any girls, Uncle Rob!"
As places to come out of the closet go, doing it while you're ball-deep inside another guy's arse must surely rank as one of the most self-explanatory. But Uncle Rob still looked momentarily surprised before he reached an arm across to pat me on the back to show me that he was, as I'd expected, completely supportive.
Then he let his hand sweep down my spine and continued until his fingers were wedged between my two bubble cheeks. I turned towards him, grinning, and he said, "I think you're going to like this..."
He groped around inside my hairy groove until he'd located the swollen gape of my well-fucked arsehole. Then he slid two or three fingers up into my hot, tender tunnel and started fingering me roughly as I kept bumming his son with my hips going at full speed.
"Aw yeah!" I cried out. "That feels ace, Uncle Rob!"
I couldn't believe the incredible pleasure I was getting from having my still sensitive arsehole poked while my cock was slamming so furiously up into Jake's tightly-clenched bowels.
"I like having it done to me too," Uncle Rob gasped over at me. "I like it a lot..."
I realised what he was after and reached over to work my hand into the sweaty bush between his two big manly buttocks. I found his arsehole - huge and gaping open from where Guy's thick cock had been pounding it - and worked three of my fingers as far as I could up it so I could frig him off the way he was butt-wanking me.
Guy surprised me by nutting off first and he offered his hand to Jake so he could lick the ropey drools of spunk from his fingers.
Just then my cock started spewing its own spooge up Jake's butt and I grabbed his hips tightly as I inject surge after surge of it deep into his bowels. Soon my balls had let rip with so much cum that it started squirting in big frothy goops out from between where my cock was pumping and my cousin's gaping ringpiece. Uncle Rob laughed at the bubbling squelches of sperm and gunge spattering out of his son's arsehole, before he hit his own grunting orgasm and soon Guy's puffed-up pooper was firing out a similarly foamy mess.
We both laughed together as we enjoyed the way our climaxes were so explosive, still slamming our hips against the over-filled butts in front of us and splashing thick gobs of our jizz and our lovers' fudge juice across our hips and stomachs.
Just then Jake started gasping as he fed hungrily on the spunk Guy was passing over on his fingers from where it was still seeping from his slit. And the smell of my cousin's whiffy semen joined all the other delicious odours that our sex had produced.
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After the four of us had cleaned up and we'd all said goodnight, Jake and I curled up together in his bed, him behind me with his dick pressing into my butt. I was just starting to feel myself drift off into a soothing sleep when Jake said, "Oh fuck! It's tomorrow, isn't it?"
"What's tomorrow?" I asked him drowsily.
"Marcus is due on in on the 1250 from King's Cross, so we better start heading over to the station by... I dunno... maybe half past twelve?"
"Marcus?" I asked him. "What are you on about?"
I knew Marcus was his cute-looking curly-haired friend from uni and Jake had shown me movies on his phone of the pair of them having all types of sex together. But this was the first I'd heard of Marcus arriving by train.
"I told you my mate Marcus is coming up to stay with us for a couple of days."
"You didn't," I said. "I think I'd have remembered something like that."
"Well he is," Jake told me. "Maybe it was dad I told..."
"So am I going to get kicked out of your bed and sent back to the spare room while he's here?"
I made the tone of my voice whingy enough that Jake might, I hoped, tell me that Marcus would be the one kipping over in the spare room.
But his reply was way, way better than that!
He said, "Actually, I thought the three of us could sleep in here... this bed's big enough for all of us to share and if we end up poking into each other in the night... well, that could be kind of fun, couldn't it?"
"Fuck yeah!" I laughed. "Are you... I mean, is this for real?"
"If you're okay with it," Jake nodded his stubble against my right shoulder blade. "I'm kind of getting a vague impression that you are...!"
"Am I okay with it?" I laughed again. "Jesus Christ, Jake, it'd be fuckin' hype, dude! I mean it'd be... you know... sick or whatever!"
Jake laughed back and said, "Well this time tomorrow night it'll be three of us squeezed up in here. Two Furlongs and some posh blonde kid from Surrey who - believe me, cuz - is into anything and everything!"
"Oh my God!" I said and realised that in spite of the massive orgasm I'd just had, I now had a similarly massive hard-on pressing up against the doona.
I grabbed Jake's hand from where it was wrapped around my chest and pushed it down onto my throbbing organ.
He chuckled at how aroused I'd quickly grown but instead of wanking me off like I'd expected him to, he took his hand away and returned it to my chest. He said, "No more fun tonight, bud. We're gonna need our beauty sleep because tomorrow night fuck knows how much sleep we're gonna get!"
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Title: Lion King : Pride United part 9 by lionkingmaster
Tags: Lion, Lion King, Lioness, Love, Violence
We left off at jewel and karo in the medow
Jewel walking to pride rock after karo and jewels night.
Nala we need to talk. Why whats wrong.(Jewel turns and rubs her belly nala's eyes open wide)Are you serious right now. Yes i said i love him. No jewel this is not a good thing. What do you mean nala. Kiara is not going to take this lightly. Me and her are ok remember. Yes your ok but she's going to flip about this. Ok ok its over and done so don't stress. What did i do wrong nala. Listen we will talk to her together ok. Yea i guess. Ok lets get this over with.
Nala and jewel walk with kiara (jewel scared to death)
Jewel calm down i'm not going to hurt you. No its not that its just...(Nala interups jewel).Kiara we need to tell you something ok. Yes whats wrong. Not really something wrong its quite beautiful. What happened. (Nala signs jewel to stay back)Karo and jewel...(Kiara frowns)Karo and jewel did what. Well they lets say your going to be a grandmother.(Kiara smiles)I'm happy for you and now...I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. Kiara stop you should be happy for them.(Kiara roar's and turns around)How could you do that to him he's got to many problem for that. Kiara i already know about his other side. Then you should no if he flips on his cub he's going to kill him you know that to nala,well i guess all i can do is help at this point first if cub and karo are together then someone watch them. Ok but we can't just watch them all the time and if he snaps how can we stop him not even nala could take him.(Nala looks at jewel in disapointment)I tryed everything could but he was like a machine,wait jewel your the stoper. What if you could'nt fight him how would she. Listen jewel acually saved me from him. How did she save you. Karo would have torn both me and valtry's throat out. Then jewel told him to stop but what the wired part is he acually stopped. So she acually stopped him.(Nala and kiara looks over at jewel)Jewel what aree you thinking about. what about my mom...
Thanks for reading part 9 and i'll make the next part please comment. | FSE |
Title: The Morning After by Jay1743
Tags: Bunny, Digestion, Knot, M/F, Oral, Rape, Shower, Snuff, Vaginal, Vore (soft), Wolf
The light from the sunrise shines through the window and onto Claudia' face, waking her out of her restless sleep with a groan. The rabbit's head is throbbing, and her body aches. As she opens an eye slightly to stare around the unfamiliar room, the realization strikes her that a stranger's arms are wrapped around her. And his engorged cock is tied snugly inside her.
Claudia tries desperately to remember how she ended in this room, her mind clawing at the fog of the previous night's events. She and James, her boyfriend, had gone out to celebrate his birthday in one of the seedier parts of town. They had both had a bit too much to drink. Everything after that is a blur. She has no idea how she got here.
A deep snore beside her pulls her back to the present. She turns her head slowly, to get a better look at the stranger without waking him up. He is behind her, spooning with her. One of his arms is wrapped around her, fondling her breasts, and the other under her, is supporting her head. His frame is massive and muscular, covered with soft grey fur. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches of a glimpse of his face. He's a wolf, sleeping with a very contented look on his face.
As for herself, Claudia looks much like one would expect a bunny to look after a night of passion with a wolf. Her fur is matted all over, and sticky in several places with the remnants from last night's activities. Her aching shoulder is dotted with red, where his love bite broke the skin. Her normally tight tailhole stretched out from when he had obviously taken her rear. Inside of her, she can feel the pressure from his oversized cock and several loads of wolf cum locked inside.
Ever so delicately, Claudia starts to extricate herself. With much effort, she is able to lift his enormous arm, and sets it down on his on his naked thigh as gently as possible. She pulls her arms under her, and gracefully lifts her head off his other arm. Then she gives her midsection a tug, to no effect. His knot is locked tight inside of her vagina. She gives another tug, again to no effect. The third time, she hears him groan in his sleep from the stimulation his cock is getting.
Claudia decides to try tugging from a different angle. Crawling on all fours, she turns herself around on the bed, corkscrewing herself around his cock. She groans pleasantly as she feels his tip dragging against her inner walls. Then she feels the added warmth and pressure as he spurts inside of her, his body shuddering in pleasure. In desperation, she reaches a paw down between her legs, and begins massaging his balls and the base of his cock, willing the knot to go down. James, her boyfriend, is also a rabbit, so knotplay is not something she's had a whole lot of experience with. All she does is succeed in further pleasuring the horny wolf.
Claudia is startled almost senseless when the canine, awakened by her unintentional pleasuring, reaches up and pulls her back into spooning position. "Mmmm... so last night wasn't enough? My little bunny wants more?" he says, as he begins to thrust his engorged cock around inside her. In spite of herself, Claudia groans in ecstasy, as the wolf hits all the right spots. Not that that's hard when you're as big as he is.
"Please... nrfff... let me.....ohhhh.... go."
"Oh, I don't think you want to leave. We're just getting started." he says, as he lowers his head and starts chowing down on her nipples.
An electric shock runs through Claudia as she is ravished by the wolf. His tongue is doing amazing things with her sensitive breasts, things no man has ever done for her before. Soon, her lapine nature kicks in, and she begins thrusting back at him eagerly. He groans as her tight snatch squeezes around him like a warm glove.
That old familiar tingling sensation runs through her, followed by a massive orgasm. She clamps down on the wolf like a vice. A few more thrusts, and the wolf lets out a feral howl as he cums in her once more. Then they both slump back in the bed, exhausted.
After a few minutes of post-orgasmic bliss, Claudia works up the nerve to question the wolf.
"Who are you? How did I get here?", she asks sheepishly.
The wolf stares at her blankly for a few seconds. "You really don't know?"
Claudia shakes her head, obviously troubled by her inability to remember.
"At the bar last night, you and the guy you were with got plastered. He left with another woman from the bar. A skunk, I think. You, uhh... didn't take it well. I think you hooked up with me to spite him."
Claudia searches her memory for any trace of what he's saying, but again comes up empty.
"Oh, and I'm Theo", the wolf adds, helpfully.
"Claudia", she replies, blushing self-consciously as she realizes how ridiculous it is to introduce herself to him while his cum is leaking out around his shaft and running down their legs.
They spend the next few minutes making awkward small talk, as Theo's engorged knot shrinks. Finally, he pulls out of her, with an almost audible pop. His dark red cock is followed by a huge gout of cum, which pools underneath Claudia on the sheets. She sighs contentedly, as the pressure inside her subsides. Claudia stands up, taking a more detailed survey of herself. It's even worse than she first thought.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" she asks.
The wolf is laying belly up on the bed. His face is a mask of sheer contentedness, his still-hard cock waving in the air. "Be my guest. The bathroom is right there", he says, pointing to a door on the far wall.
Claudia makes her way into the bathroom. The bathroom, and everything in it are huge - probably the reason the over-sized wolf chose to live here. Like the bedroom, it's a bit shabby and run-down. She steps into the tub, pulls the curtain closed, and turns on the shower. Water arcs down on her from high overhead, and she begins the laborious task of scrubbing her fur clean. All she wants right now is to clean herself up and get the hell out of here.
Claudia is too distracted with her grooming to notice the wolf as he creeps into the bathroom. He slides the shower curtain aside, and slips behind her into the hot shower.
"I decided I could probably use a shower too", he says mischievously.
Claudia is irritated by the wolf's advances. Last night she was drunk and didn't know what she was doing. This morning was an accident, albeit a very enjoyable one. But it has to stop now. Claudia already has a boyfriend, even if he is cheating scum. And she only just met this wolf.
Claudia turns around to tell the wolf off only to come face-to-face with his crotch. His still engorged dark-red cock sways gently as water bounces off it. Laying down, Claudia hadn't realized how truely humongous the wolf was. He could easily be the largest canine she's ever seen.
"I also, uhh... had a favor to ask." he says, reaching a paw around the back of her head and nudging her towards his cock.
She forcefully pushes his arm away. "No. Please leave." she says, her voice deadly serious.
"Come on, you know you want to."
"Get out!"
"Well, if you're going to be that way...", the wolf says, ominously. Quick as lightening, his paws reach out. He grabs her by the back of the head and the shoulders, dragging her face first against his very erect cock.
"And you better not bite, bitch, or it'll be the last thing you do."
"No, please, let...."
Her words are cut off in mid-sentence as he thrusts forcefully into her mouth.
Claudia gags as his huge cock fills her mouth and hits the back of her throat. She can taste her own juices on him, but the overwhelming taste is of his cum. She whines, tears welling up in her bright blue eyes.
"Oh yeah", he sighs.
She tries to pull off of him, but a wolf paw on the back of her head prevents her from moving backwards. He starts thrusting, face-fucking her slowly. She can taste the bitter essence of his pre-cum on her tongue. His growing knot begins to fill her field of view.
Realizing that there is no way out of this other than giving the wolf what he wants, Claudia decides to give in. She starts sucking him as best she knows how. She'd sucked plenty of cock before, but never one this big. If she tried, she might barely be able to wrap both of her paws around his girth. She reaches up a timid paw and starts playing his balls, and then starts squeezing and jerking the base of his shaft with her other paw. The reaction is almost instantaneous.
"Oh loooooooord...." he says, as the hand on the back of her head slackens.
By now, the pre-cum had begun to pool in her mouth and drool down her face. With some difficulty, she manages to swallow it, causing the wolf to shudder ecstatically. Theo can't believe how good she is at this. He definitely won't last long.
She reaches both paws to his knot, and starts squeezing it, imitating a tie, while sucking with all her might. This pushes the wolf over the edge. He pulls her down even further on his cock, his glans slipping down her throat as he cums. He lets out a rough growl as he drains himself once more into the wonderful bunny. Claudia, gagging on his enormous size, is powerless to do anything but keep her throat open and swallow his load.
Eventually the flood slows to a trickle. Theo pulls out, the last of couple of spurts splattering across Claudia's face and chest. She collapses to the floor, sobbing and panting for air, as the water continues running over her.
Theo picks the exhausted bunny up by the scruff of her neck, holding her at eye level. "Can't have you going to the police, now can I?." He smiles at her, his big whitish-yellow teeth looming large in front of her, and a faintly familiar smell on his breath. Claudia is too terrified to cry out, which suits the wolf just fine. Gripping her at the waist, he shoves her face-first into his maw, his tongue slapping against her eyes and snout. Claudia, belatedly realizing the danger of inaction, begins flailing and kicking as best she can. Her struggles succeed in amusing the hungry wolf, but little else. He tilts back his head and gives a huge swallow, pulling the lapine in up to the torso. His tongue laps at her breasts, tasting her. Claudia tries crying out as loud as she can, but the wolf's vice-like gullet squeezes it into a barely-audible sob.
Theo swallow again, pulling Claudia in to her knees. His tongue darts between her legs, lapping her inside and out. Theo can taste the remnants of the morning's activities. The sudden, unexpected sensations take Claudia by surprise and she stops struggling.
Another swallow, and Claudia is pulled entirely inside him, into his gullet up to her ankles. Theo takes a minute to tickle her footpaws with his tongue, causing her to kick and wriggle inside him, just the way Theo likes. One final swallow, and he feels her slide all the way down.
Claudia is shoved face-first into his stomach, forced by the tight confines to curl into a ball. Next to her is something furry and un-moving. "LET ME OUT!" She kicks and punches the stomach wall furiously, to no effect. As her eyes adjust to the darkness, she can better see the fur she is sharing the stomach with. He's clearly dead, his skin and fur melted away by the harsh stomach acids, which are starting to make her skin tingle. She turns him over so she can see his face, and screams.
Theo flops on the bed, his stomach wriggling pleasantly. He never gets tired of the sensation of live prey struggling inside him. Bunnies have always been his favorite. They're great fucks too. Theo wonders if Claudia ever caught on to his lie about last night. How Theo had helpfully offered Claudia and her boyfriend James a ride home from the bar. How they were too drunk to realize he was taking them back to his apartment. How he had taken them both for his pleasure, and made James his midnight snack. Ah well. There's always tomorrow night. | FSE |
Title: Fraternity
Tags: multiple orgasms, younger woman, younger man, coed, oral sex
There are two large universities in the Oakland section of Pittsburgh. Shawn was a Senior at one of them. His sister, Sue, was a first year at one of the two small, mostly women's colleges also located there. Though they lived in Pittsburgh, they spent little time at home. Both had wanted to get the full college experience, including living in the dorms. Of course, they also liked the idea of getting out from under their parents' watchful eyes.
Shawn was also a member of a fraternity. This added a great deal to his party life. If living in a dorm had gotten him free of his parents' rules, pledging a frat had gotten him free of dorm rules. It also had gotten him a lot more alcohol and girls!
The women at the mostly female colleges depended on the nearby universities for their sources of men and parties. Being the good big brother, Shawn invited Sue over for many of the fraternity functions.
"Bring along your friends, too," he had told her. "Especially the hot ones!" he added, smiling. He not only was a good brother to his sister, he was a good brother to his fraternity. It was a real win/win situation for him.
His fraternity was not the most upstanding one on campus. Especially when it came to parties. They usually involved more drinking, drugs, and sex than the average frat. Often they were close to losing privileges with the university, but so far had managed not to. Shawn didn't mind involving his little sister in this, however. She had done a lot of all that in high school as well. She did not think of herself as a slut, but yes, she was a bit promiscuous. So was he. As long as she was willing, he was happy to let her.
The very first party he had invited her to, however, had nearly ended badly. Sue had arrived with a few of her friends when the party was underway. They were welcomed and noticed, as all hot girls are at a frat house. Sue was the hottest of her group. She was a tall, leggy blonde with a great figure and large breasts, which she enjoyed showing off. She loved watching guys fall all over themselves when she wore an outfit showing a lot of cleavage. She felt so powerful because of them. She never used the phrase, "My eyes are up here." She liked guys staring at them.
When the girls arrived many of the guys flocked to them, as they did to all of the good-looking girls. They were quickly offered drinks, and spent most of their time being passed around to different dancing partners. Sue got separated form her friends, seeing them only occasionally, but that was fine. She was there to meet guys, and meet them she did. Shawn tried to keep an eye on her throughout the evening, as a big brother should, but as the night wore on he lost track of her.
As a Senior, Shawn was expected to keep the members and guests in line. As he was checking the second floor hall around midnight, he saw a gathering of guys outside one of the rooms. Checking on them, he saw that there was a couple in bed in the room having sex, and the other guys seemed to be waiting in line for their turn at the girl. This didn't seem to be a good idea. But when he checked on the couple in bed he was shocked to find out that it was Sue.
He wasn't sure what to do. He stood near the front of the line of horny guys and said, "Did you guys know that is my sister?"
He didn't look happy when he said it, and the guys looked shocked. None of them was about to challenge him. He was a senior, as well as tall and well-muscled. They mumbled into the floor and broke the line, disappearing quickly. The couple in bed, though, were too enthralled with each other to notice. Shawn wanted to leave, but he also wanted to speak to his sister, since he did think this behavior crossed the line. Or did she even know that a line of guys were waiting to use her body?
As he quickly debated with himself, he found himself staring at the couple. Shawn couldn't tell who the guy was, as he only saw his ass pumping up and down. As he watched he could see his dick as it pounded in and pulled out of Sue's pussy. She was obviously enjoying herself, voicing her excitement with loud moans. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him harder into her,
"Yes, yes," Sue yelled. She sounded close to her orgasm. He was grunting with the force of each thrust, and she grunted receiving his body pounding into her. Shawn suddenly realized that he was standing there watching his sister fuck, and told his feet to move. They wouldn't. He couldn't seem to pull himself away as the couple approached their climax.
Sue started calling out, "Oh, oh, yes, there, harder, yes, there," and then, "OH, YEEESSSS!" she screamed as she hit her orgasm. As her legs pulled him in deep so that he couldn't pull out, her pussy was clenching tightly on his cock, causing him to lose control. He started shooting his cum as he was held deep in her pussy. After a few spurts he collapsed onto her, then off to the side. When he saw Shawn he was startled and quickly covered himself up, but he was not embarassed. He smiled at Shawn triumphantly. Sue then looked up and said, "Shawn! What are you doing?" as she raised her knee to cover her pussy and laid an arm loosely across her chest.
The guy, a sophomore named Brad, said, "Man, why are you..."
Shawn interrupted him. "Do you know she is my sister?"
Brad stared at him for a long moment, then took a quick glance at Sue and scrambled out of the bed and the room, forgetting to even take his clothes.
"What are you doing?" she repeated, but this time she sounded pissed.
"Me? What the hell are you doing? Fucking every guy in the house?" Yeah, he was a little pissed, too.
"What are you talking about? I just made it with Brad and then saw you watching. Did you like it?"
He ignored the question. "Is Brad the only one you screwed?"
Sue was confused and still pissed at him. "What the fuck? Yes, of course he was. What do you think?"
He answered that one. "I think I saw a line of guys right here waiting their turn to fuck you."
They stared at each other, saying nothing while what Shawn said sunk in.
Finally, quietly, she said, "What?"
He just stared at her and nodded.
She was trying to make sense of it. "Really? Other guys were waiting?"
"Yes," he said. "About six of them."
"Shit," she said, to herself more than to him.
"So you didn't know?"
"Of course not. Why would I do that?" She looked at him in disbelief. "Shit, why would they do that?"
"They must have thought you were willing."
"No!" she answered quickly. "I didn't say anything ..." She was searching her memory. "I flirted with a lot of guys, but not like that."
She didn't seem to be drunk. Buzzed, sure, but even that seemed to have cleared away with this turn of events.
"Don't worry then," he said. "No harm."
She was still dazed. "I guess I should thank you then. I'm glad you were here."
"Well," he said. "I don't think they would have raped you, so if you weren't willing you'd have been okay." As they calmed down he had started to notice her breasts, which she had covered only a little. She wasn't shy, with him or anyone. She knew her breasts were terrific. Large, pear-shaped, hanging high on her chest, mostly jutting out and coming to a point as her large nipples pointed upwards. "But you do have a great body."
With that comment she seemed to remember that she was still naked, and pulled the pillow from behind her to cover her tits. She then scrambled to find her clothes and started dressing. She didn't really seem embarrassed as he watched her dress. He couldn't help but stare. Her body was even more gorgeous than her face. He had seen her at home on many occasions in her underwear, and had gotten glimpses of her naked breasts and even her pussy, She liked attention and was a bit of an exhibitionist, but he never got to enjoy her body like he was tonight.
They walked downstairs when she was ready and found her friends, and he ushered them to the door since the party was breaking up anyway.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.
"I had a REALLY good time," she smiled. As she leaned in to give him a hug, she added. "Thanks for making sure it stayed that way."
The next time she was over to the frat house was just for a visit, not a party. One of the reasons Shawn wanted her to come by was to make sure everyone knew she was his sister. Not to make them stay away from her, but to make sure she got some respect from them.
She looked great as usual. Her long blonde hair hung down across one shoulder, the end seeming to curl around her breast. It didn't block the view of her cleavage that her low cut top showed off. Even though Shawn kept mentioning that she was his sister, a lot of guys couldn't keep their hands off her. Some gave her a hug, some put their arms around her slim waist, even letting their hand slide over her round ass. She loved the attention, and as he said, as long as she didn't mind...
As she conversed with a guy named Steve, they found out that they were taking the same class, though at their different schools. They started talking about how the classes compared, separating themselves from the other horny guys. Eventually they ended up off by themselves with his book and notes. The class wasn't the only thing on their minds, however.
As they talked, sitting close, they each had a hand on the other's leg. It seemed to be a contest as they took turns letting their hands move further up. Steve was enjoying her bare leg under her skirt, but she reached home first, her hand bumping into Steve's cock in his pant leg. He moaned, and Sue looked up at him and smiled. She then moved her hand onto the shaft, which was by now nearly fully erect. As she squeezed it, Steve moved his hand into Sue's crotch, a finger pushing directly along her her slit. Her smile faded for a moment as she moaned with the excitement of his touch.
His finger kept pressing into her slit with only the silky panty protecting her pussy. Sue was suddenly more excited than she expected to be, and her panties were getting wet. Sue stroked up and down on the erection, and when her fingers found his fly she pulled it down without much trouble and reached inside. Leaning her head on Steve's shoulder, she could reach easier into his pants and grab his dick. His boxers were still between them, but they offered little resistance.
They were each being driven crazy by one hand and forgot that they were in a semi-public space. Sue started moving her hips slightly into the finger pleasuring her, and she in turn continued stroking the dick in her hand. It didn't take long before Steve was nearing the brink, and he had to work not to make noise, not wanting to draw the attention from his brothers. He strained and then creamed his pants. making a mess that only the two of them knew about.
When he was done cumming, he returned his attention to Sue, who was still quite turned on. Steve's fingers found the edge of her panties and slipped them aside, then pushed his fingers between her bare, soaking wet labia. As soon as he slipped a finger inside her, she pushed her hips forward onto it. She writhed on it as he moved it around, and it wasn't long before she burst forth with her own orgasm, biting her lip to control her moans. They both were now wearing cum filled underwear, but neither seemed to care.
The second party Sue attended was the most special of the year. It was the traditional Toga! Toga! Toga!, held every year since about the time the movie Animal House had come out. This party, like many, was by invitation only, mostly because the rules stated that nothing could be worn underneath the togas. And with that rule, more sex than usual took place on that party night.
All eyes turned to Sue as she entered the house. She wore her long hair pulled up, so that her toga could better show off her cleavage. One side of the toga just barely covered her nipple, and the shape of both breasts and nipples were easily seen through the thin material. It was also one of the shortest togas. Each guy who saw her couldn't wait until she bent over to pick something up, as she was sure to show off everything underneath.
Shawn was one of the first to greet her at the door, but the real reason he did was Sue's friend Gail. Gail had gotten his interest before, and he had made some time with her at the first party before he got involved breaking up Sue's "gang bang." Though he had called her a few times, they hadn't gone out on a date. Shawn hoped to make up for that tonight.
Shawn whisked Gail away and monopolized her time while most of the others talked and danced with the group. Gail was very attracted to Shawn, and had pumped Sue for information, especially after each phone call. He was quite a hunk. Dark brown, wavy hair sitting on a 6 foot 2 inch body. Shawn had a firm, square jaw and penetrating eyes that girls seemed to swoon over. And many years of lifting weights had given him a firm, big chest and biceps that were always noticed. Gail was anxious to get her hands on that body.
They got a drink - a strong drink - and danced a little. They danced to all of the slower songs, as Gail could caress his biceps and even his chest as they danced. She also noticed another muscle that began to be pressing into her thigh. She knew what that was, and pressed back to apply more pressure. When a faster song came on they ignored it, deciding to stand there in a corner of the room and rub against each other instead.
Shawn reached down to his throbbing erection and pressed it between her legs, rubbing it along her slit. Already wet, Gail thought the feeling was heavenly. She squeezed her thighs together to exert more pressure on her thighs and on Shawn's cock. There was still too much cloth between them to really get the best sensations, but Shawn's hand had worked its way up her thigh underneath her toga. He reached high up and slid his hand to the center, sliding through her pussy hair and finding the top of Gail's slit. She moaned loudly, but the music covered the noise.
His other hand quickly reached under his own toga, lifting it above his erection and pushing his cock skin to skin with Gail's pussy. He felt the wetness on his cock as he slid it between her legs, letting it slide back and forth along her nether lips. Their togas hanging down hid their activities from the other people.
As they moved their genitals slowly together, on one trip Shawn's knob met some resistance. As he realized that it had pushed up at the opening to Gail's vagina, his eyes got big and he looked at her. Her eyes were already wide, staring back at him. They paused momentarily, then Gail raised herself up on her toes and rotated her hips, allowing Shawn's dick to push more firmly at her hole. Shawn caught on quickly, realizing she was willing, and bent his legs, giving his dick a better angle. He then raised up slowly, pushing his cock into her tunnel. It was not an easy thing to do, but it felt so good.
Shawn pulled back to let his cock slide back, then lowered himself again and pushed up and into Gail again. He was only getting in a couple of inches, but they were both ecstatic with the feelings. He placed his hands beneath Gail's ass and lifted her up, still on the floor but higher than she could comfortably do on her own. He was able to get only a few more thrusts into her until the angle and the situation caused him to cum abruptly. He shot his load in her pussy, apologizing almost immediately for cumming so soon.
"That's okay," Gail said. "That was so hot! I want to cum, too. Is there a room?"
His cock twitched again as he heard this, and quickly nodded his head. They pulled away from each other and he started leading her toward a hallway. He took a step or two before realizing that his toga had caught on his semi-erect penis leaving him a bit exposed. He grabbed at the material so that it dropped down, and looked around to see if he had been noticed. It was just impossible to tell.
When they reached the room and stepped inside, Shawn quickly shut the door and they fell into each other's arms. Gail reached for and grabbed his penis, while he slid the toga off her shoulders, dropping it to her waist. She pulled it off her waist and dropped it to the floor. She stood still, letting Shawn gaze at her naked splendor. Her breasts were not large, but perfectly shaped. Her hips flared out, framing a triangle of thick hair. His cock twitched as he looked, causing her to smile.
She reached over and slid his toga off, seeing the strong chest and flat stomach that she had been tracing her fingers over earlier. His cock had never softened completely, but was not hard, just hanging gently away from his body. She reached out for it and dropped to her knees. She licked the head as she held the base of it tightly, then wrapped her lips around his knob. Her tongue flicked rapidly over the tip before she sank her mouth down engulfing most of the shaft. She started sucking strongly on each upward motion, and before long his prick was once again at full strength.
He pulled her off his dick and took her over to the bed. He fell on top of her and quickly aligned his penis with her cunt hole and shoved it in. He was so excited that he went most of the way in on his first thrust, causing moans from both of them. He pulled out and shoved in balls deep on the next thrust, then pounded into her over and over. Gail was just as excited. Her knees were bent and spread wide as she pushed her cunt up at him to get deeper penetration on each thrust. She couldn't last long as she screamed into her orgasm.
Shawn didn't stop, pumping into her right through her orgasm, causing it to continue longer than she ever had. She started feeling very uncomfortable and got him to roll off her. She took his cock in her hands as soon as he was on his back. Both hands wrapped around it, each rotating a different way. As she continued this near torture she bent over and licked his knob. Her top hand slipped up and over the head several times, then reached down to grab his balls. She pulled on them sending more shivers through Shawn. Finally she slid a finger on down toward his ass and circled around his asshole. He groaned at the new feeling, and then she shoved a finger into his hole. He moaned loudly and felt a familiar stirring deep inside. When she wiggled it more, he reacted by shooting a wad of cum high into the air. He spurted a couple more times, and continued spasming even after he had run out of cum.
Sue had been busy as well while Shawn was nailing Gail. Sue had been dancing, and each slow dance had caused an erection from her partner. One of her partners, Gary, had been flirting and laughing, and they lost their balance. Or at least he pretended to, They ended up falling onto an overstuffed chair, and as Sue bounced on his lap he cried out in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was that me?" Sue asked, actually concerned she had hurt him.
Gary smiled as he held his crotch. "It's okay. You just bounced on my, uh, erection."
They laughed again, and she sat on his knees and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't cause any permanent harm." She smiled a very flirty smile.
"No, I'm fine."
"Well, maybe we should make sure," she said, sliding her hand up his leg under his toga. She didn't stop until she felt his erection and wrapped her hand around it.
"It feels okay," she said. "Strong, and hard, and nice and big."
Gary was ecstatic. "God, yes, it feels great."
She pumped his cock quickly for a minute, then turned her back to him and pulled her toga up from under her. Then she slid back on his lap, guiding his cock to her pussy. She settled herself down on it and let it push into her from behind as she sat on it. She sat impaled on his cock in the same room with a dozen people, but no one could tell. She moved her hips slowly, letting his cock rub the inside of her cunt. She squeezed the walls of her vagina, causing his cock to throb inside her. It didn't take much more before he groaned aloud, spurting his cum deep inside her and making a few nearby people wonder why he was moaning and sweating.
Sue kept gyrating her hips, more turned on now than ever, but Gary's penis was soft and shrinking, and it soon fell out of Sue's pussy altogether. She groaned in disappointment.
"Sorry," Gary told her. Then he looked up and saw Bob, who Sue was heavily flirting with earlier. "Bob, do me a favor. Sit here."
Bob sat on the chair arm, saying "What's up?"
Gary looked at Sue and asked, "Want to?"
Sue didn't answer, but just looked resigned at what she was going to do. Not because Gary wanted her to, but because she needed to give her pussy some relief. She stood in front of Bob and leaned in, giving him a hug but also letting her hand fall to his lap and find his penis. It was limp, but with a little of Sue's manipulation it was soon hard and ready.
Sue straddled his legs and sat on them. She worked both togas out of the way and slid more toward Bob face to face until his dick pushed into her pussy. She guided it into her hole and slid him deep inside her. She again worked his cock, giving them both pleasure, trying to keep from being obvious. This time, though, Sue was too turned on to go as easy, and she got more carried away. Soon her orgasm hit as she impaled herself on Bob's cock over and over, not worrying about others seeing her. Bob came as well, just as Sue was calming down, and his eruption caused her a few aftershocks. Looking around to see what the reaction was to them fucking, she saw that nobody really was paying much attention to them. Most people were engaged in some sort of making out, a couple nearly fucking, and everyone paying attention only to themselves.
Shawn was surprised to see Sue in the hall the next morning. "You stayed?" asking an obvious question.
"Yeah," she answered. "With Bob."
"So you must be who I heard this morning," he smiled.
Sue laughed. "Probably. I didn't mean to be that loud."
Just then Gail stuck her head out of Shawn's doorway. "I thought I heard Sue's voice."
The girls smiled at each other, knowing that each of them had hooked up and had probably been fucked royally.
"Are you going back to the dorm soon?" Sue asked.
Gail looked sexily at her and then at Shawn. "Yes, but give us a half hour." She giggled and pulled Shawn's hand toward her. "Maybe an hour."
Sue laughed as they disappeared into his room, hugging and kissing as the door shut.
Sue headed back to Bob's room. She thought about them having sex, not quite believing that she was jealous of them. Hadn't she just had sex with Bob this morning? But that was over, as Bob was taking a quick shower and heading off to a dreaded Saturday class. Her pussy started tingling. She thought she was really over-sexed, but couldn't seem to help it.
After a few minutes of debating, she walked back into the hall and stood by the door to Shawn's room. She could hear the sounds of love making inside. She was curious. She had never seen anyone fucking, and here was a chance to see her friend doing it. But her brother was also there. Well, he had watched her fucking hadn't he? It was only right that she finally get a chance to see him.
Sue opened the door quietly and peeked inside. She saw her brother from behind, on his knees and pounding into Gail from behind. Sue stepped inside and closed the door, walking slowly toward the bed. It was fascinating for her to see her brother's cock pushing into Gail's cunt. Even more fascinating was seeing his cock pull back, dragging her labia out with it. His balls were swinging freely, slamming into Gail's pussy with each stroke.
Gail started whimpering, her orgasm building, then bursting as she screamed and shoved her hips backwards, taking all of his cock as deep as it could go. Shawn held on, not able to cum yet. He started pumping again as soon as Gail's pussy relaxed a little. Sue was drawn to them, mesmerized by his swinging balls. She reached out and grabbed them in her hand, pulling them toward her and causing a loud groan from her brother. He did not stop fucking as he was close to cumming, and squeezing his balls was going to make it happen sooner. She rolled them in her palm, pulling them back as he pounded forward into Gail. Shawn shrieked as his cum forced its way out of his cock and deep into Gail's cunt.
Sue let go of his balls only after he was done cumming. Shawn turned to see whose hand had been squeezing his balls, but couldn't see her. A few moments later his cock came free of her pussy, and he turned and sat on the bed. His mind went blank as he saw his sister.
"You? Was that you?" he asked in shock.
"What?" asked Gail, raising herself up to see. "What's going on?"
Shawn ignored her. still looking at Sue. "Were you pulling on my balls?"
Gail's eyes bugged out and looked at Sue for confirmation.
Sue Looked at Shawn. "Yes. I loved the way they were swinging while you fucked."
"But what are even doing in here?" he asked.
"I heard you guys, and anyway, you were watched me, you know."
"That was different,' he said defensively.
"No, it isn't," Sue declared. "Did you like it?"
Shawn looked confused. "Yes, of course. But you're my sister."
"Well, they just felt like balls to me, no matter who they belonged to."
"Cool," Gail said smiling. No one knew what else to say. They just looked at each other, more relaxed, and smiled. | literotica |
Title: Hitting the Bull's Eye by Gruffy
Tags: Anal, Anatomically Correct, Bull, Cum, Doggystyle, Double-Penetration, Facial, Fingering, Friendship, Gay Relationships, Kissing, Knot, M/M, M/M/M, Muscles, Musk, Oral, Rimming, Rough, Spooge, Wolf, spit
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Just a little something - hope you'll enjoy the read - not sure what else to say about this one! Though it does feature a pair of wolves from an earlier story of mine, [ Homo Husband's Manly Surprises](https://www.sofurry.com/view/410522) which you can check out if this one left you wanting for more! \*chuckle\*
Have a nice read!
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The big double bed creaked with the weight of the big man falling onto his back over it, and the springs hadn't stopped shaking before the added bulk of two wolves joined him on. The content moo that followed was almost loud enough to make the windows shake, and brought out rough chuckles from his compatriots on the silk-sheeted surface of musk and glory.
"HHMMMMOOOOO!"
Just like that.
Thickly furred arms and firm fingers raked over the bull's chest and belly, passing through the characteristic tuffs of dark, curly hair on the V of his chest, between those impressive pectoral muscles and over the roundness of his belly, where the pubic patch provided a padding for the length of hard cock fully out of its leathery sheath. A paw cupped the warm balls below and made the bull rumble contently even before he managed to react properly to the sensation of a wet nosepad and a tongue sinking under his arm, seeking the musky pit there.
"Ohhh...."
The wolf on the bull's right flank pushed his own knotted dick against the big bovine's thick, round hip and chuckled hotly into a nearby ear, though he remembered to be careful of the impressive, white, polished horn that was threatening to scrape a few new ornaments into the headboard of the bed.
"Just a moment, big guy," the wolf rasped into the flicking ear while his arm rested heavily over the bulky chest, and his rough fingerpads could play with the relatively tiny nipple protruding from the expanse of the pectoral muscle, covered in sweat and silky, sweet skin. "We'll make you forget..."
The wolf let out a small, teasing ruff-ruff, and then bit on the ear, to make the bull groan, to make his body tense, and clash his arm over the burrowing head of the other grey-furred male, under arm and licking up the liquor of his sweat and musk straight from the source. The tuff-tipped tail smacked the side of the bed in a singular slap, opposed to the constant, gentle whiff-whiff wagging noise of the canine tails eagerly flapping about. The momentarily trapped wolf let out a sound that might have been a chuckle,,,or just a dirty cuss as he enjoyed the bull's musky arm.
Encouraged by the response, the wolf released the bull's ear and then hooked up his leg over the bull's lower body, so that he could rub his relatively softly-furred knee against the bull's package, to give it a nice weighty massage while his paws were free to grope and play with the bull's impressive chest. Being of such stature, and possessing such a short fur, everything was in full sight, in opposition to the two wolves, who needed to work extra hard both at the gym AND with the brush, to show as much definition as the bull seemed to be doing so effortlessly.
And he was big, too.
The wolf under the bull's arm lifted his head, to catch a deep, sucking breath after his long immersion in the big male's musk, rumbling contently as he now grinned over at his fellow nigh-howler on the other side of the bed. His companion was busy licking the bull's muzzle, but spared time to wink at his partner, and flick an ear.
"Proper hospitality for Adam, huh, TJ?" the wolf smirked.
"Fuck yeah, husband," the wolf replied, licking his lips intensely now so that they were as glossy as the bull's cheek he had been toying with, "gotta show this guy that we ain't letting any friends down."
The wolf grinned back at his mate and joined in on the fun, so that their arms crossed over the bull's chest, so that while he was playing with the right nipple, TJ still toyed with the left. The bull coming under this double attack could do very little besides lying still and rubbing the backs and necks of the beefy wolves teasing his chest with their paws, his neck with their lips and tongues, and whatever their knees were doing, he knew that his balls were already churning. The musk and the sweat were mixing freely, as was saliva, hot and thick from double muzzles and marking the bull's smooth skin. Even hotter pre-cum smeared over his broad bovine hips and made it hard to stay still, as the motion of two humping cocks on his flanks reminded him of just what kind of friends he was staying with.
"Hhummpphhh," Adam the bull groaned, soused in scent and scintillation sensation stroking his bare skin from seemingly all directions.
The wolves' gyrating paws teased the bull's chest and belly with rapid strokes, rarely colliding with one another, but easily meeting and carrying on, stoking the heats up even as their tongues made their way into the bull's lips and then beyond. The muffled rumble was one of appreciation, soon, easily, as Adam couldn't decide which lupine tongue to attend to, as both of them seemed to be keen on exploring his spacious muzzle. The three-way kiss became wet and messy very soon, with hot slickness traded freely between everyone involved. Snorted breaths, rumbles and grunts filled the debauched air of their makeshift sex chamber.
"That Kyle..." TJ rumbled as he caught his breath, watching the bull kiss the other wolf with abandon, paw pressed onto his neck, "is such a fucking idiot for letting go of all *this..."*
The wolf punctuated his statement with a thick squeeze on the bull's chest, and received a nice rumble in reply that filled the other wolf's muzzle as well, and made him pull back a little as the tickling sensation became too much for a moment.
"You agree, Roy?" the wolf smirked, eyes gleaming with delight.
His fellow canine and lover and husband smirked, lips still dripping with the combined saliva of the three of them, breaths nothing more than hot huffs.
"Would ask you to move in if TJ wasn't so jealous," the rough wolf replied.
Adam the bull, the centerpiece of the two wolf's sexy administrations, let out a chuckle and pushed his expansive loins to meet TJ's teasing knee. The bedsprings squeaked at the triple undulation of their bodies, and the stroking feeling made him moo contently, once again, much to the amusement of the wolves eager to play with their guest.
"Hear, hear," TJ huffed, still grinning lustfully.
"Doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun though," Roy carried on, giving the bull a wink, "and since you need an extra helping..."
TJ smirked and tweaked on one of the bull's nipples, to make that big, firm chest expand noticeably, as the bull mooed again.
"...we better get right on to the business..."
"Yeah!" Roy grumbled.
"Hell yeah!" Adam joined in with his deep, sexy base.
As if working on a pre-determined plan of sorts, the wolves moved easily, their own big, thick bodies shifting with surprising ease to blanket the even bigger male lying amidst them on the bed. A most wicked smirk spread onto TJ's muzzle as he hunkered above the bull's broad muzzle, squatting on his knees while a paw fell down onto his groin to align his thick, blunt-tipped cock with the bull's lips. The hot breath flowing out of Adam's lungs teased his leaking tip and made the big wolf grunt and rumble, and he didn't waste time before rubbing his tip against the bull's sexy goatee, and left a slick mark there.
"Got a big, sexy sausage to the sexy bull," TJ rumbled, still toying with his dick, over the bull's muzzle.
Roy swung his leg over the bull and sat down onto his belly, well aware that Adam could more than easily take his weight, and probably enjoyed it as well, rather than if he'd been crouching on the foot of the bed to do what he planned to do for the bull, whose pointed, long erection was now only inches away from the wolf's muzzle. He took a deep breath and enjoyed the musk, hot, warm and enough to make his own cock throb against the bull's rumbling belly. His own tail kept on wagging and even managed to occasionally collide gently with TJ's, marking their union even as they were about to indulge in pleasuring one end of the bull, respectively.
"I found a sausage here, too..." Roy commented dirtily to his mate and the bull, too, when his paws rubbed the insides of Adam's thighs before he cupped the big, hefty balls and gave them a tug.
"OHhhh...fF:...!!"
The bull's explanation parted his lips and made just enough room for TJ to plug that hole with the thick tip of his deliciously juicy cock that easily sank about halfway into the surprised bull's muzzle. The blue-eyed male gave the wolf hunching above him a deep look, and a small frown, but as TJ grinned, he could see...and feel, fuck yes, the bull's thin lips pulling into a smile around the thick shaft in his muzzle even before he began to suckle on it.
"Ohh yeah..." TJ rumbled, "big bad wolf wants to wuff..."
Now satisfied with his conquest of the bull's muzzle, TJ grabbed each of Adam's pearly horns and used them as fine grips for the act of gently sliding his length in and out of his warm maw, balls swaying happily as the grumbling waggy-tailed wolf enjoyed himself. The bull's rumbles felt great, resonating over his thick knotty shaft that was receiving a good coating of bull saliva with each pass through the suctioning lips.
"Boooyeah..."
The wolf crouching on the other side of the tall male licked his lips as he listened to the wet, slapping noises coming from behind him before he grabbed the bull's own shaft and slipped the tip into his muzzle. It started out rather thin, sure, but that's how the bovines did it, tapering towards the end, but as he kept on suckling and bobbing his head up and down, every successive dive onto the bull's shaft made his jaws open a little more, and stretched his lips more around the impressive shaft. Near the base it would put stallions to shame, he observed, looking down along the wet spit-dripping inches, but his own muzzle, long as it was, wouldn't allow quite that much entry.
But it was fun to try.
The heat of the muzzle closing around his cock soon had Adam the bull bucking his hips into the double grip of the lips and the paw on his thick cock, unhindered by the fact that at the same time, the other sizeable, horny wolf was using his muzzle as a pussy of his own and face-fucking the bull with slow yet energetic thrusts. TJ's swinging balls slapped the bull's goateed chin often enough, and his knot received many an intimate kiss from Adam's lips, leaking saliva down the bull's jaw. The fit of that cock and that maw was great, though, and he managed to take it without gagging, which only made the wolf more eager to seesaw his straining length into the bull. He was looking down and leering openly at the bull, busy as he was, whom kept looking up in return, slightly defiant, yet reverent of the act he was committing, sucking off the hot wolf who liked to play it rough. What might've been seen as a demeaning action, let alone the pose, face-fucked by the rough, grinning wolf who spared no hip-pumping power in his drive into the bull.
"Ohhh yeah...just as hot as I remembered, Roy, oh yeah..."
The fellow's muzzle was sufficiently occupied by the bull's cock so that he could only answer with a token grunt, but he didn't mind. Suckling on the thick tool was proving itself to be a pleasurable challenge, and getting to play with the bull's balls was an added bonus. I didn't take long for his fingers to find the bull's tight, hairy asshole, either, and give it the attention it deserved. the kneading fingers soon had Adam moaning around the cock thrusting in and out of his wet muzzle, much to TJ's approval.
"Fuck yeah...he likes it...he likes it hard..."
"UhmhmhmUM!" the bull blinked his sweaty eyes and teased the wolf's shaft with his big, grooved tongue rubbing on the underside of his cock, to their mutual delight.
"Ohhh, shit..." the wolf rumbled, throwing his head back as he rode the bull like a proper cowboy.
The threeway action carried on for several dirty-sounding moments before Roy finally retracted his muzzle from the pillar of awesome that was Adam's thick cock, slurped his tongue for the best effect, and climbed off the bed.
"Time for a switch, TJ," the wolf grinned, rubbing his own erection with lightly grasping fingers as he watched the spectacle of his mate's ass cheeks clenching with his thrusts into the gargling bull's muzzle.
The wolf gave a quick look at Roy over his shoulder, not missing a beat, and grinned.
"Got something in mind?" he leered.
Roy pushed his cock down as much as it was comfortable and then released his shaft so that it jumped up and slapped against his belly with a loud, fun slap before dropping back to its comfortable angle. The wolf's tail was wagging rapidly behind him.
"Well, we better make his ass forget, too...so why don't I take over that muzzle and you'll decide what to do with this here..." Roy winked and gently slapped the nearby ass cheek, perfectly within his reach.
The wolf didn't waste any time in pulling out his cock from the bull's muzzle, but he remembered to smile rudely before the tip popped free and left with a contrail of pre and sweat that soon matted the bull's chin. Adam took a deep breath.
"Fuck, man..." the bull's rumbled as he gnawed his teeth together a few times to get the odd kinky feeling from his jaws. The flavor over his tongue was indescribable.
"That's what we're aiming for, dontcha worry!" Roy declared as he scooted over to the bed again. "Now, get on all fours, you, that's the way to go for this!"
The bull snorted and elbowed the wolf lightly as he let out some token grumbling of disapproval while still grinning widely, and then repositioned his impressively sized body onto the bed so that he was resting on his hands and knees, legs spread for comfort, while his tail swung broadly from side to side. There wasn't too much room the spare on the bed after that, which meant that Roy actually had to dive underneath him to get where he wanted, to sit on the bed so that his back was resting against the pillows and the headboard, and the bull's horned head was hovering above the wolf's own glistening cock. His fingers reached out to give the ruined goatee a little, painless yank.
"Now that you got to practice with TJ's little wiener, it's time for the bratwurst," the wolf rumbled as he lifted his thick tool up from his fuzzy belly furs and aimed it up and high.
Adam made a face and snorted again, this time with enough Beaufort power to make the wolf's ears fall back, or so it seemed, as he dipped his head and went down on the wolf's inviting cock with a slurp.
"Ohhhyeah...bull daddy knows how to give head..." Roy was soon crooning as he found himself swallowed to the knot, or so it seemed to him, as he threw his own head back and enjoyed the hot sensations drawing from his groin. His paws fell onto the bull's head scrubbed through the styled though by now ruined coiffures of his hair, and took a nice grip for a little bit of friendly face-humping.
TJ watched the proceeding for a moment before his own eyes were drawn to the more interesting sight of the bull's ass, now displayed easily in its perfect glory and especially highlighted by the position. His knees were spread wide and the big, pendulous balls hanging between them alone would have been quite the sight to behold, but the actual round, full rump was definitely making the wolf's blood boil. It simply looked too good *not* to touch . TJ found himself without a shred of self-control as he kneeled onto the bed and began to knead and grope the big ass in any way he wanted.
"Damn you, Adam...just how many thousand squats did you do to make this grow big and hard like this..." he teased the bull, well knowing how religiously Adam attended the gym and how all the small, puny dudes there looked up to the hot hunk currently orally servicing TJ's husband on the other end of the bed, "...it's like you've pumped air into it or something...look at this..."
He gave the bull's special cheeks a hearty slap on either side, making Adam's tail flick up and down rapidly, making TJ chuckle as he rubbed over the spots he had molested, to soothe the smarting sensation.
"...you could be on one of those rap videos...damn..."
Roy, grimacing a little from the sheer pleasure of having a teasing tongue and talented lips going down on him, still managed to chuckle.
"You trying to make me feel self-conscious about *my* ass, TJ?" the wolf replied as he humped into the bull's maw.
Roy winked and spread his paws wide over each cheek, to feel the generous curves and the pleasant firmness of the gentleman hunk's preposterous hind end.
"It's some tough competition, I gotta admit," Roy licked his lips, still busily groping the bull.
"We'll see who's not getting any...*uhhh yeah*... of mine if you keep that up!" TJ grunted, driven to distraction by the bull's tongue playing with the rim of his tip.
"Naaaaah," Roy rumbled as he kneaded along the firm glutes and tried his paw at spreading them a little to get a good look at the nice, hairy crack hidden between them. "I know you can't go a single day without a good dicking...."
"Speak for....hnnnn... yourself!" TJ spat back.
Roy didn't wait to reply, for he was too busy getting frisky with his favorite part of the bull's anatomy, namely, the pleasantly pursed veteran of anal action nestled on the base of Adam's obediently lifted and curved tail. He had his muzzle buried between the bull's hot cheeks almost before his knees dropped to the floor to carry his bulky weight. The slippery canine tongue knew its mark and travelled up the furry crack and into place in a long, hot sweep that coated the whole region in a warm sheen of musk.
"Ass bandit..." TJ grumbled as he watched his husband's head disappear behind the bulk of the bull until he couldn't even see his flicking ears. "Damn..."
He rubbed the bull's head and neck for a moment, still enjoying the continued blowjob, while the sounds of Roy's tongue burrowing into the bull's butt crevice reached his ears and made his balls churn.
"He doing a good job on your ass, Adam?" the wolf rumbled. "Slurp on my dick if he does..."
The bull responded as requested, loudly and with a gush of saliva going down the wolf's shaft and messing with his sheath and knot. TJ's smile was so dirty that it was practically a scowl. Roy chucked, listening to the dirty banter, and carried on making his hot circles and prods around the bull's infamous anus. The hot, wet action had him going hard and fast, poking his tongue into the center of the puckered opening and trying to breach in to the best of his ability. It didn't go very far, but the hot, slobbering action sure as hell made the bull's asshole quiver and pulse, as if it was simply waiting for something much more substantial to enter its musky depths.
"Good boy..." TJ moaned as he absently stroked the bull's messy hair.
Roy gave the bull's tailhole one further French kiss before he pulled his muzzle away and stood up to his own full height, admiring the sloppy effects of his eager tongue action before he parted from that great ass with a couple of well-placed slaps and sauntered over to the nightstand. Both Roy and Adam glimpsed over to him at the sound of the drawer being opened and a big bottle of lube was pulled out, one of those bottles with a rather suggestive nozzle tip for that extra special deep reaching...application.
"Huh?" TJ snuffled. "Whoever said you get a first go?"
Roy upturned the bottle and squirted a little clear streak of the stuff over the wolf's shoulder and winked as he walked back over to his preferred end of the bull on all fours, holding the bottle in one paw as his tail wagged eagerly.
"What a damn slut I married...never regretted a single fucking day..." the wolf shrugged, rude markings aside.
The cocky wolf slapped some lube onto his paw and applied a couple of strokes over his straining shaft before he unceremoniously lodged the round-tipped nozzle into the bull's ass. He gave a couple of good squirts for the best measure and then pulled it out, only to replace the plastic with a finger that positively sunk into the puckered hole. Roy smirked as he swept his finger around, feeling the taut ring of muscle and how slippery it was now, after the application of the heavy duty lube into the bull's experienced rectum. His finger departed with a satisfying pop.
"I'd never married *you* if you weren't a slut!" Roy declared as he looked at the little trail of clear lube leaking out of the bull's newly closed hole.
"That's the spirit, Adam," TJ rumbled, smiling down at the bull, "the key to a happy marriage!"
The bull let out a chortle and pulled his head away from TJ's tasty cock so that he could better stare at the wolf sitting.
"But we weren't married," Adam grumbled.
"Amen for that!" Roy declared with a slap of the bull's ass just as he lined up and rubbed his leaking tip between the thick ass cheeks, giving him a bit of some hot wolf action before adding the stuffing.
"Just imagine how much you would've had to pay to the divorce lawyers!" TJ exclaimed.
"And now all you had to argue about was who's gonna get the spoons and who's getting the forks!" Roy declared with a victorious rise to his voice as he pressed his cock against the bull's asshole and pushed.
The muscle-bound bull let out an appropriate grunt at the sensation of being spread wide open by the bulky tip belonging to the lolly-tongued wolf with dirty intentions and huffed like a steam engine going uphill when the canine buried his bone up to the natural limits set by his knot, and went to town. The clenching of the bull's pucker only encouraged the grunting wolf and soon had their balls batting each other amiably.
"That's what I'm talking about," Roy rumbled, paws gripping onto the bull's hips as he held nothing back and simply pounded the tail into as much submission as someone as big and hot as Adam would ever succumb to.
TJ grinned with approval and then cupped the huffing bull's cheeks with his big paws, to lift his head a little so that they were eye to eye. The wolf smiled as their gazes met, and then kissed the softly mooing bull, with what accounted to gentleness, as their muzzles met and a kiss began. It was easy to fall into a rhythm of kissing and being kissed, lips, tongues, everything moving almost on their own accord while the wolf rumbled and the bull's body rocked back and forth under the assault on his rump by the other master of the house having his way with that fine piece of tail.
The lube, the warm walls, the heat, everything seemed perfect for the moment as he kept on humping hard, drooling over the curved back and still he went on, in and out of the thickly muscled hole that kept squeezing on him during both phases of the intense stroking action that soon had his balls aching for more.
...until there was no more movement, and he simply stepped back, panting a little, dripping, his tail wagging still.
"Come on, lovebirds," Roy grunted, "TJ, get that dick of yours up that sweet ass and we'll seriously make him forget why he came here, huh?"
TJ grinned widely when his lips parted with the bull's.
"Just take a seat, big boy," he grinned, patting the bull's rump.
Adam harrumphed, but soon treated TJ to the novel sensation of having a very big, wet bull dick rub against his belly as he climbed forward on all fours, hands soon grabbing the headboard and his knees hugging the wolf's thighs as he hovered above his lap with some clear intentions. TJ and Roy exchanged a grin before TJ aimed himself up again and gave the bull's rump another pat.
"Come on."
The slick tip nudged its way into the bull's crevice and then effortlessly slid into its mark, the already opened-up hole that was leaking pre-cum and lube in generous quantities. TJ's knuckles got a gentle coating of the stuff, but he was soon too busy grabbing the bull's hips and keeping him steady as an inch after inch sunk into the talented depths of the bucking bull.
"Ohhh fuck yeah..."
TJ's legs stretched out for leverage as he began to hump into the crouching bull even before he was all the way settled into the inviting tunnel, instead opting to start as soon as he was confident that he wasn't going to slip out on the first thrust. Adam's big dick swung magnificently from side to side as his body began to rock, up and down, hunching in rhythm with the wolf's thrusting so that TJ's length would poke his prostate on just the way he liked.
"Ohhhh shit..."
"Big boy finally getting what he needs..." TJ leered, "getting a good, hot pumping...oh yeah...."
"Banging that back door wide open there, man!" Roy commented, jacking off as he watched how the bull's tail trashed with the stretching of the muscles underneath it, and its base.
"MMMMOOOOO to you!" Adam huffed, hands pressing to the wall for support as he kept on riding the raw dick of his friend and enjoying every moment of it.
"That's...right," TJ grunted, "...gonna moo moo you all the way.....HOME!"
His hips slammed down, his balls churned, and their bodies colliding with ever the more added force, as the tow big males panted and grunted and drove themselves to the brink...
...and then the bed squeaked again.
"Mind if I join in?" Roy' arm wrapped around the bull as he leaned close and licked on the closest ear, his hips pressed flush against the bull's lower back.
Adam, his messy hair flopping over his eyes, turned to glimpse at the extra wolf over his shoulder, and grinned.
"Thought you'd never ask!"
Roy bucked his hips against the bull's rear and licked the big male's muzzle eagerly before slipping a paw between their bodies for the all important task of aligning his dick with the bull's already-stuffed opening. Both wolves hissed at the contact of their most sensitive skin touching, under such circumstances.
"Let's see if there's any room left here in your little man-pussy, Adam..."
The bull grumbled and pushed his ass back a little, as if trying to pen himself up a bit more, or least better present his rump for the naughty wolf trying to dig his way into the warm, well-filled hole. His cock dug against TJ's shaft as much as the hole quivering under the newly applied pressure.
"Ohhjhhfffu..."
It might've been a tight fit, but it did fit, with a lot of mooing and grunting an a hot cursing fit from TJ whose cock suddenly became squashed by an equally thick shaft sliding over it. Roy didn't stop before their knots nuzzled one another, warmly and intimately connected just as their cocks were, now inside the bull's maximally stretched breeding orifice.
"Woooooowww.........."
"Aaaaaaaahh...."
"FFFFf......"
Any coherent thoughts left as the wolves began to hump into the bull, sometimes colliding in the middle, though most often managing to time their desperate bucking motions so that whenever one of them was pushing in, the other was pulling in. Whatever was happening, it felt good, and made them grimace, gnash teeth, and grunt loudly as the three of them pleasured one another with their bodies. The overfilled bull's knees almost gave out at the intense sensations emanating from his rump, but managed to keep riding the double dicks while his own long, thick cock slapped TJ's belly with each concurrent buck of his body.
"SShh....."
"Aghh...."
It might've felt great, but it was intense, and it wasn't soon before the bull's battered prostate gave away, and the explosion of pleasure happened with a concurrent wash of huge spurts of cum that soon covered TJ's surprised muzzle and chest with hot spunk. The surprise cum attack made the wolf buck his hips up madly, grinding his knot firmly against the bull's hole, as much as Roy's own engorged shaft.
"SHHHHHH..."
Roy, more free to pump into the bull's spasmodic opening, slammed in and out as quickly as he could to make the best of Adam's orgasmic clenching, and soon gave way to his own spunky orgasm, blasting through his straining body in thick, long spurts that rapidly flooded Adam's insides with a good load. The new extra-slick, extra-tight tunnel soon had TJ in a series of barks and grunts as well, unable to go any further. As cum rushed out of his balls and into the bull, more spurted onto his chest and belly, as well as in a constant dribble onto his own ballsac, felched by still continuing thrusting of Roy, collapsed against the bull's back but with his hips on the move.
"Fuck...."
"So how's that for a first round, huh, Adam?" TJ grinned from his cum-dripping position below the hunched bull, whose eyes were barely open and his breaths would have had the capacity to fog up the windows.
"Yeah," Roy muttered a she slapped the bull's rump, "give us some credit!"
The double-stuffed bull chortled and squeezed down on the wolves with his somewhat slack secret muscles, and slapped the wolf on his back with his tail while the one below him got a serving of the drooping bovine dick resting against his messy abs.
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Title: Mechanical Bull Show
Tags: exposed, helpless, drunk, bull ride
My normally conservative wife is a closet exhibitionist, especially when she drinks. The occasional alcoholic drink to her is the one true aphrodisiac, the more she drinks, the hornier she can get. The hornier she gets the more she enjoys flirting and teasing other guys, which turns her on even more, which makes for great sex for me. She figures that teasing is fun and harmless, particularly since I don't mind, but she insists that she would not have sex with anyone other than me because she is afraid it would ultimately destroy our relationship.
Betty has a very cute, smiling face, blonde hair and a great body with full, large breasts. She knows she attracts attention, even when she's dressed conservatively. While I enjoy watching guys looking at Betty and encourage her to dress in her sexy, revealing outfits, she normally dresses attractively, but conservatively. When she's not in the mood, it's can be difficult to talk her into wearing sexy outfits. Normally she tells me that she is very satisfied just noticing a man's approving sideways glance.
I help her fantasize during foreplay for sex, and have learned over time that she gets turned on the most whenever I talk about exposing herself to strange men. Some of the best fantasies for her are getting into a situation where young, inexperienced men watch her naked while they masturbate, or a situation where she is helpless to prevent a group of horny young guys from exploring her body. While most of these fantasies remain in the bedroom, occasionally circumstances come together to allow some wild things to happen, as I have related in other stories of our experiences. When I play on these fantasies, she is more inclined to wear the revealing little outfits that I'm always buying her, usually if she wants to turn me on for the evening, and especially when we are away from home.
Once she gets turned-on, usually with the help of a few drinks, my conservative wife can change into a teasing exhibitionist, willing to show herself off and excited at making horny men lust for her. She will innocently let the wind blow her skirt up, bend over in a short skirt to show her panties or display her breasts, wear slightly shear skirts with no slip, or let a bikini top slip.
Circumstances started to come together one evening recently when Betty and I stopped off to check out a new up-scale shopping/entertainment mall complex about 15 miles from our house that included several restaurants, nightclubs, bars and upscale shops. As we strolled around we came to a large restaurant and bar that featured a mechanical bull near the entrance, between the huge bar area and the restaurant area.
Watching from outside by the large front window, we were very amused watching a guy getting bounced around and then thrown from the bull to the very thickly padded floor. Intrigued by this unusual entertainment, we went into the bar for a few drinks to watch more people ride the bull.
There were some girls and a lot of guys in the large bar area and standing around one side of the bull pit watching the action. Dinner patrons were seated around the other side of the bull pit and beyond watching the show while they ate. The bull was also visible to people walking by outside who stopped at the large front window to watch as we had. Surprisingly, more than half of the riders turned out to be girls, some very sexy, and several pretty drunk, many coming in from or going to the other nearby dance clubs and bars. Most of the girls put on a sexy show for their boyfriends or the guys at the bar rather than challenge the bucking bull. The bull's operator was very adept at making the bull move more gently for the girls in ways to display their attributes or violently to throw the macho guys off.
The nice thing about living in South Florida is the way girls dress all year, but especially in the summertime. Sexy, revealing little casual outfits that you would occasionally see in the summer up north are typical wear down here all the time. After watching awhile, I noticed that the guys became more attentive and moved closer to the bull pit whenever a girl in a promising outfit volunteered. It soon became apparent that the operator was very talented at moving the bull in just the right ways to intentionally jiggle or expose their breasts, and raise any skirts. Girls just arriving didn't seem to watch the action closely enough to figure out what the operator was capable of, but most of the guys picked up on it quickly.
I watched the operator swing one very large breasted girl with no bra quickly back and forth , and up and down to make her huge breasts swing wildly inside her shirt for the guy's enjoyment. Whenever she tried to hold her breasts with her arm the operator would buck the bull enough that she'd have to grab for the strap and again free her breasts. This was the routine he used on all of the big chested girls that volunteered. He bounced another girl with a low cut top up and down quickly enough that one breast popped completely out of the top to the cheers of the guys. He was adept at moving the bull enough so that the girls had to hang on and could not get a hand free to cover their exposure, but gently enough so as not to throw them off too quickly or frighten other girls who were deciding whether to ride or not.
I was very surprised when one well built girl in a snuggly fitting, long dress, who had been dining toward the back of the restaurant walked up and volunteered to ride (probably on a bet from her husband or date coupled with the alcohol). The smile on the operator's face told me he was going to enjoy giving her a ride. The assistant helped her up onto the bull with only a brief flash of thigh. She carefully tucked her skirt under her in the back and between her legs and securely held onto the strap before the operator started gently rolling the bull around. Suddenly the bull lurched repeatedly forward and back, which caused her dress to creep out from under her. The bull then pitched slowly forward and back, but just fast enough to raise her ass off of the bull and cause her skirt to ride up. Each time she pitched forward she lifted up to expose her very brief panties and well formed cheeks from the back. She vainly tried to keep pulling her dress down as it inched toward her waist, but couldn't because the operator would give her an extra lurch sideways which made her keep grabbing for the strap. He pitched the bull's head toward the floor and tail up which threw her forward, lying on the bull's head. As he swung the bull quickly around, the force held her in this position with her skirt up to her waist, her butt raised and panties completely exposed. As she turned, unable to sit back up, all the guys in the bar area cheered loudly and the dinner patrons got a good view. She finally slipped off and fell to the deeply padded floor with her legs spread and her skirt at her waist giving everyone a final good show as she struggled to get up.
I found it particularly erotic when a girl with jeans, a very transparent blouse and half cup bra got on. The guys did not crowd around the bull pit initially because the outfit did not appear all that promising for any exposure. After moving her around seductively for a minute, the experienced operator bounced her rapidly up and down which caused her breasts to pop out of the top of her bra. Her nipples were clearly on display through the transparent top with her breasts held up by the supporting bra cups. Despite the cheer that arose, she was completely unaware of her exposure as he continued moving her slowly and seductively for several more minutes and turning her so that everyone got a long look. Seeing her nipples openly on display to the crowd without her being aware was a huge turn on.
I was standing at the bar, tall enough to see all the action over the guy's heads standing around the bull pit. Betty was seated on the bar stool and couldn't see over the guys as well and didn't pick up on the amount of exposure actually going on, or how well the operator could cause it. She did notice though that the girls in the sexier outfits were getting a lot of cheers and attention form the guys. What she had not picked up on was that the guy's cheers were the loudest in response to the girls being exposed.
I was very turned on for the next two weeks thinking about seeing the girls being helplessly exposed on the bull. I was fantasizing a lot about seeing Betty exposed on the bull in front of the room full of men. I was having doubts that I could ever talk her into getting on the bull since she had seen some of the men thrown violently off.
During foreplay for sex, I talked about how sexy the girls had looked on the bull, and how much of a turn on it must be for them to have all those men getting hard watching them display themselves. Laying there after some great sex, I talked casually about the mechanical bull, reinforcing the idea that there were two standards- a rough ride for the men and a gentle, complementary ride for the girls who wanted to act sexy on the bull. I told her that I had noticed that the sexier the girl tried to act, the gentler the operator was to encourage her. This wasn't completely true, because the operator had moved some of the girls very aggressively if he thought he could expose them.
I told her what an especially strong turn on it had been seeing one girls panties exposed to all the guys and the other girls breasts moving around in her blouse. I told her the loudest cheer had been when one girl's nipple had briefly come into view. I knew the idea of getting a room full of men turned on would an exciting fantasy for her to think about. I didn't mention the girl's breasts being completely exposed for an extended time since she hadn't seen that over the guys in front of her and I didn't want her realizing how exposing the ride could be.
Two weeks later we were going out to see a concert by one of our favorite performers at the auditorium and the route would take us near the restaurant with the bull. I was turned on about the possibility of visiting it again and was fantasizing all the time about somehow getting Betty drunk enough to talk her into getting on the bull.
With the possibility in mind, I coaxed Betty into wearing a very short, and sexy sundress that she knew really turns me on. The dress was cut exceptionally well for her body and hid the slight bulge of her tummy so well that she felt very confident and sexy when wearing it (Is any women every satisfied with how flat their tummy is?) It was a soft material, tight fitting at the hips, with a very short flaring skirt that showed off her long shapely legs. The two thin straps held up a low neckline that revealed a lot of her exciting, braless cleavage. The dress buttoned up the front with spherical pearl buttons. I especially liked how easily I could pop the small buttons open with one hand while driving when I reached in to feel her wonderful full breast and hard nipple. The only problem with the dress was that a button would sometimes pop open in the middle where it was tight at her hips or the second button from the top from the strain of her full breasts.
While she was applying her makeup, I went into her drawer and pulled out a pair of very shear thong panties that I had recently bought her. She felt sexy wearing them and knew that I would get turned on imagining them the whole evening and would also cope a feel of her bare ass once in a while.
I started working on her early on the way to the concert, slipping my hand under her little skirt and lightly touching her crotch. I pulled out the "pocket rocket" vibrator that I keep in the car and held the head against her clit for a few miles as she sat with her legs obligingly wide open. Her pussy was swollen and panties wet by the time we reached the auditorium.
There was a light breeze blowing as we walked from the parking area up to the auditorium and I knew the guys walking behind us were getting quick glimpses of her beautifully bare cheeks. Inside we had to ascend an open stairway to get to our seats. As we turned at the landing and headed up the second flight, I glanced down at the people coming up the first flight. I was envious of the incredible view that two or three of the guys were getting as they looked up Betty's short dress.
I stopped at the bar before going to our seats to order us some drinks. When she asked for a light wine, I whined. I talked her into a stronger drink saying that I wanted both of us to get loose for some especially good sex later. At the intermission I got her a double drink on the pretext that I didn't want to wait in line if it wasn't enough.
As I expected, she got a little buzzed on the drinks since we had only had a light snack before going to the concert. After fighting the traffic to get back out to the highway, I suggested we stop for a bite at the restaurant with the mechanical bull for some entertainment while we ate and maybe stop in at one of the nightclubs. She agreed, which started my pulse racing a little faster. Step one was working. I reached across and slipped my hand into the top of her dress and caressed her hard nipple as we drove. I undid the top button to expose more cleavage. I whined when she started to re-button it before leaving the car. She said that the top was revealing enough buttoned, but finally agreed to leave it unbuttoned for me after saying that "you're never satisfied".
When we arrived, we had to wait for a table so I bought each of us a drink at the bar. I saw guys checking her out with looks that said, "God please let her ride the bull". Without asking I ordered her a Manhattan which gets her loose pretty quickly. A table was ready by the time we finished the drink. At the table I ordered a second round of drinks. She knows that sex is really good when we are both tipsy so she went along with me ordering another Manhattan. She is careful about her weight so she ordered a large salad for dinner, which I knew wouldn't offset the alcohol very much. Before she could protest, I ordered a refill as soon as she finished her drink.
My seat was directly facing the bull and she had to turn a little to watch, so I was selectively calling her attention to the bull riders. I pointed out a hot looking girl in shorts who got on the bull facing backwards with her feet on the bulls back and acted very seductive as the bull moved slowly around and up and down. She shook her chest back and forth to the guys cheering and dropped her legs down on either side of the bull. With both hands on the bulls back, she moved her crotch back and forth on its back and gave the guys a suggestive look. Betty commented on how sexy the girl's performance was and how horny the guys were acting. She was talking a little louder than normal and I could tell she was feeling the drinks quite a bit. The operator gave the girl a long ride and let her hop off gently when she was finished.
I ordered another Manhattan as I finally started Step 2 when I suggested that she could make them a whole lot hornier than that girl had and that I 'd really get turned on watching her up there. She laughed and said no way was she getting on that bull in this outfit. She said that she was a little drunk and knew that she would make a fool of herself falling off the bull. She also protested that the dress was too short and would show too much as she got on and off. "So what", I said, working on her fantasy. "I'd get really horny if they got a quick flash of your bare ass and you'd send a lot of guys home with a hard on thinking about it." I knew that would play to her fantasy.
As she watched other riders, I noticed that her legs had fallen open pretty wide and she was leaning on the table supporting her head in her hand. Her skirt had ridden up so high that she was drawing a lot of attention from the guy at the next table. I knew she was feeling the drinks pretty good, and from experience knew she should be very horny by now.
I kept suggesting how excited the guys would get from her teasing them on the bull. She laughed and argued that they wanted to watch young girls not an old lady like her. "Bullshit," I said, "You may be 34 but you're better built that most of the other girls here and a lot sexier. I guarantee you you'll make most of those guys hard watching".
As she sipped some of the fourth drink, I pointed out a young girl who was obviously very drunk getting onto the bull. She also had a sundress on, but longer than my Betty's. The operator was aware of how drunk she was and had to give her a pretty gentle ride to keep her on the bull. He stopped whenever she started sliding off the side to let her pull herself back up. He managed to get her on her back briefly, which exposed her crotch as he swung her around, but she managed to sit back up, swung her leg across and jumped down after a fairly short ride.
I pointed out how much drunker that girl had been and that she did just fine. "Come on, do it." She laughed and said, " I don't know" which was better than "no way". I told her that I had noticed that people tipped the operator before getting onto the bull. If the tip was small he apparently gave a rougher ride in retribution. I told her I would tip him $10 to make sure she got a gentle ride. I suggested that it would really excite me if she should look me in the eyes the whole time she was riding and give me her sexiest moves. She still said, "I don't know", which encouraged me since it wasn't "no".
After she drank more of her drink, I said lets go up and I'll ride the bull. She laughed really hard and said "This I have to see". I held her arm as we walked over and could feel her weaving a little so I knew her judgment wouldn't be good. When we got to the sign-in area I saw all eyes go to her, daring to hope that she might ride. We moved into the roped off area for the riders and I asked to sign up. The assistant gave me the "at your own risk form" to sign. I walked over to the operator who was looking at Betty and grinning. I held up a $5 bill in my hand and told him that if he made sure that I got a gentle ride, we may be able to get her up there. He smiled widely and said "absolutely."
As I took off my shoes, I noticed the crowd started building around the wall of the bull pit as guys crowded in from the bar area and some walked over from the dining area. Since they were eagerly checking her out, I realized they were anticipating that Betty was going to ride since she was standing inside the roped off area with me.
When the previous rider finished, I walked across the thick padding and jumped up on the bull. I smiled at Betty as the bull ride started and saw her laughing back at me. As the bull slowly pitched forward and back, I found it very easy holding the strap between my legs with my other arm up in the air. I had to be getting the easiest ride any guy got all night. When it stopped, I swung my leg across and hopped down.
"Your turn," I said as I stepped out of the pit and noticed the number of guys crowding the bull pit. "It was easy."
" OK, you're next," the operator said, gesturing toward the bull.
"I don't think so," she said to him, handing me my shoes. Enough guys standing close to us heard her remark and started cheering for her to ride. She broke into an embarrassed grin as the guys kept cheering her- "come on! come on! Go!Go!"! The operator also coaxed her. "There's nothing to it, give it a try."
She looked at me grinning and said, "I don't know about this". I could see her nipples standing out through her dress as hard as rocks. I knew she was getting very turned on from the guys cheering and really did want to tease them on the bull. I leaned in close and said "do it for me".
Grinning beautifully, she hesitated a moment before saying, "Oh all right, but you better tip him good".
As she gestured to the assistant to hand her the consent form, a loud cheer went up from several guys in the audience who realized she was actually going to ride. As she slipped her shoes off I held up a $10 bill to the grinning operator and said, "Have fun".
Smiling, she made her way unsteadily to the bull across the thick padding, and stopped at its side. For the first time she realized how high it was. With a laugh she turned and asked for help getting on. I dropped my shoes, but the operator's assistant had moved quickly to her side to help. He stooped down and cupped his hands for her to step into. As she jumped up and swung her leg over, her skirt lifted way up to show the already excited audience that her ass was bare in the thong. "Oh Yeah!" rang out.
With her legs spread on either side of the bull, her skirt had slid up in the front to display her shear panties, which the operator's assistant was openly staring at. She realized her exposure immediately and pushed her skirt down between her legs and tucked it under her, but there wasn't much material available. She reached back to tuck her skirt under her in the back before reaching between her legs to hold the strap with both hands. She looked at the operator who indicated that she should hold one of her arms over her head. Hesitantly, she raised one arm up and the bull started swinging around.
I noticed that several guys were holding up their cell phones and realized that they were anticipating her exposure and were going to take pictures. They didn't have long to wait.
Betty was laughing openly as the bull was slowly turning around, trying to strike a sexy pose. She dropped her arm to the bull's neck as it started pitching slowly forward and back. The pitching increased until it was just enough to lift Betty off the bull as she pitched forward and back down as the bull pitched backward. Her skirt popped out from under her immediately. A cheer erupted as her bare ass came into view every time she pitched forward. Slowly her skirt inched up in the back to display her cute cheeks continuously.
The bull resumed turning slowly and Betty managed to tug her skirt down quickly, but barely managed to tuck it under her. Looking at me, Betty struck a sexy pose by pulling her shoulders back, thrusting out her chest and raising one arm. This elicited a cheer, which I new would turn her on tremendously knowing her audience was responding to her.
As she continued posing, the bull started pitching slowly forward and back while still turning. Her dress easily broke free again and popped up, again exposing her beautiful cheeks to the cheering crowd.
Suddenly the operator started swinging the bull back & forth rapidly, as though the bull was shaking his head "no". This caused her breasts to swing wildly back and forth, threatening to escape her low top as she held on, laughing hard. As the motion continued, the tight dress material at her hips moved toward her waist for equilibrium, until exposing more than half of her bare ass. Realizing her exposure, she tried to reach back and tug the dress down again, but the operator quickly pitched the bull, making her grab for the strap and leaving her cute ass on display. From my vantage point, even with her hand holding the strap between her thighs, I could clearly see the exposed shear crotch of her panties. The little trimmed dark patch just above her lips was plainly visible behind her hand.
Suddenly, the bull started bouncing up & down rapidly. Betty placed her free hand behind her on the bull's rump to help steady her with the other hand still tightly gripping the strap. This motion bounced her breasts vertically up and down in the very low cut top that couldn't possibly contain them. A loud cheer erupted when her right breast easily popped out. At first just her very erect nipple appeared, but within a few more bounces her entire breast broke free and swung up & down. Camera phones were held up as Betty held on, unable to do anything about her breast being completely exposed to the cheering crowd.
When she finally moved her hand toward her exposed breast, the bull lurched sideways and Betty almost fell off, grabbing for the bulls head to maintain her balance. The operator slowed the bull and she managed to pull herself back up. When she was again centered she reached to her breast but immediately had to move it back when the operator quickly made the bulls head shake back and forth again rapidly. The strain must have popped some buttons, because suddenly both breasts were completely exposed, swinging back & forth from her now open top to very loud cheering.
The operator switched to slowly pitching the bull again while rotating it slowly around, so that everyone was getting a good view of her exposure. Betty reached to cover her breasts and struggled to pull the dress closed over them, but the open buttons would not let the material stay in place long and they just popped right back out when the shaking resumed and she had to drop her hand back to the bull.
With her breasts fully exposed, she was completely ignoring her skirt, which had ridden, all the way up to her waist, displaying almost her entire bare ass to the cheering audience and their camera phones. The sight of her bare ass and exposed breasts on display to the crowd was incredibly erotic and seemed to be getting well photographed.
The operator, probably trying to keep her from covering her breasts successfully, suddenly reversed direction, which caught Betty by surprise. She started to fall sideways and grabbed for the strap with her free hand, but was too far-gone to recover. She had slipped half way off of the bull, one leg hanging straight down, the other leg still over the bulls back, clutching the strap with both hands. She held on, laughing too hard to pull herself back up, with her skirt at her waist and her beautiful, bare ass completely exposed to the wildly cheering crowd. As the bull turned away I was shocked to see that her thong had pulled way over to one side, completely exposing her pussy to the already horny audience. Even worse, with the one leg over the bull spreading her legs so far apart, her swollen pussy was gapping open, obscenely displaying the most private part of her body to the leering crowd surrounding the pit and to their camera phones.
Since I was standing near the lecherous operator, I was getting the best view of her exposure since he positioned her for his benefit. I could hear comments from several of the guys near me as they stared at her open crotch. "Oh yeah, yeah."
"Check out the cunt!" "Holy Shit, do you see that?" "That bitch is showing everything."
After staring at her helpless exposure for himself, the operator rotated the bull to make sure everyone else got a good look at her incredible exposure. and then slowed the bull to give Betty a chance to recover and pull herself back up. To everyone's disappointment though, she took the opportunity to slide her other leg over the bulls back, and dropped off. She immediately clutched her top together to cover her breasts and moved away from the bull. She lost her balance in the thick padding and went down, giving everyone another quick flash as she struggled to get up.
As she managed to walk unsteadily toward me, laughing, the crowd of guys around the bull pit started chanting "more, more, more"! She acknowledged them, laughing, and shaking her head no as she buttoned her top closed, but still standing inside the bull pit. "That wasn't too bad, except for this stupid top", she told me, grinning. I knew she was loose from the alcohol and tremendously turned on from having been exposed to so many horny men.
Two or three industrious guys held up money as they implored her and started yelling for donations from the others. Other guys started passing dollar bills to the guys near the pit entrance and joined the chorus "More, more"! Laughing, she again shook her head "no". The operator moved over near her and told her that she couldn't disappoint her audience. Surprisingly she looked at me for help and I said with a grin "More"!
Even though I knew from experience that she would be incredibly excited from the combination of the alcohol and the guy's reaction, I was surprised that she was actually hesitating and listening to the encouragement to get back on. She knew her breasts had been exposed, but I was sure she wasn't aware that her wide-open pussy had been completely exposed and on display to all these guys for so long. One of the guys near me held up the wad of money for her and dropped it into the pit. With her judgment impaired by the alcohol, the idea that the guys were tipping her was the final encouragement that did it.
Checking to make sure that all her buttons were secure, including the top button this time, she told the operator she would only do it if he kept the bull real slow. When he nodded she turned and walked back to the bull with the operator right behind her. A loud cheer erupted when they realized she was actually going to get back on the bull.
As I looked around I realized that the crowd had grown much larger than when she first started. People who had been watching through the glass from outside were now crowding around the bull pit five and six deep to get a better view. The smiling operator helped her back up on the bull, getting a good close up look at her trimmed pussy through the shear material as she swung her leg over its back.
After she carefully tucked her skirt firmly into place, smiling, she looked up at the operator back at his controls. Smiling, he was twirling his hand over his head telling her to turn around and ride backwards. Since she had seen a girl riding backwards earlier, she understood, but hesitated. He kept ordering her to turn, like she had no option, and suddenly, to my surprise, she started to comply.
As she moved her left leg over and then her right leg over, she couldn't help but expose her crotch to the horny audience. She again tucked her skirt under her in the back and tried raising her legs and resting them on the bulls back, but realized immediately that this gave everyone a clear view up her skirt. As she dropped her legs down on either side of the bull and reached for the strap behind her, I realized why he had wanted her to turn. Without the bulls head in the way and her hand between her legs holding the strap, her very transparent crotch was now completely exposed with her short skirt stretched across the top of her legs. I could very clearly see her little trimmed wisp of dark hair and open pussy lips through the shear material. As camera phones were raised, she was suddenly aware of her exposure and why this was a really bad position for her to be in with the short little skirt. With an annoyed look at the operator, she pushed her skirt down in the front trying to make it tuck under her, but it was stretched to tight and too short to tuck much in.
Just as she started to turn back around, the bull started moving in circles. At this point, her only choice was to hold her skirt down in the front with her free hand. She smiled, gaining confidence with the slowly moving bull, and tried to strike a sexy pose, still holding her skirt between her legs. With a grin, the operator started pitching her forward and backward, slowly at first but then increasing the rate until forcing her to stop protecting her crotch with her hand and move it to rest on the bull's rump for support. Still turning in slow circles, he increased the rate of pitch to bounce her up slightly up off of the bull's back. This freed her skirt, which started slipping up to her waist. With her legs spread wide apart on either side of the bull, the leering audience could clearly see her pussy through the very transparent material of her panties. The outburst of cheering as she turned told me that those lucky enough to be in the first rows were enjoying her exposure. She tried vainly a few times to reach for the skirt between her legs, but holding the strap behind her back with one hand was awkward, so she was forced abandon her skirt and keep her other hand resting firmly on the bull's rump for support.
Her hand behind her back was also pulling her dress tighter across her breasts and the motion was straining those little buttons. The operator started swinging the bull back and forth to make her breasts swing around which became too much for the already strained buttons. I noticed the second and third buttons down had popped open displaying a lot of flesh in the opening.
Her back was to me when the top button finally let go, but I knew immediately that her breast had been exposed from the loud cheer that went up. As the bull finally turned toward me, both of her wonderful, full breasts were visible and swinging around. More buttons let go from the strain until her top was open almost to her waist. She was laughing hard, and completely helpless to do anything about her exposure as one shoulder strap slipped down to her elbow. Her awesome breasts with their incredibly hard nipples were now completely free and on display to the staring audience.
In her awkward position, the bull's motion was causing her shear thong panties to pull up into her swollen lips, exposing her pussy on either side of the narrow material. As the motion continued, the tiny panties were disappearing up into her and more and more of her bare pussy was being exposed.
As she looked like she might be loosing her balance, the operator slowed the bull to let her recover. Not trusting him by now, she kept her free hand on the bull's rump for support. With both shoulder straps down to her elbows she looked almost naked except for the band of material around her waist and the thin strip of shear material barely covering her pussy. Many camera phones were raised trying to capture the sight.
Now that the operator had so successfully exposed her, his challenge was to keep her on display for as long as he could. He turned her slowly as he rocked her back and forth for all to see, giving her an extra jolt now and then whenever she moved a hand to cover herself. The cheering had drawn more people passing by and the area around the bull pit was packed.
Watching any girl so helplessly exposed in front of such a large crowd of guys in such a public setting would be very exciting. Seeing someone's innocent wife exposed in this way would make it even more exciting. Watching my wife helplessly exposed to so many guys was such a tremendous turn-on that I had a major hard-on.
She yelled to the operator and signaled him to stop, which he surprisingly respected. She was still smiling but looked truly embarrassed as she pulled her straps back up and clutched her dress closed in the front as the crowd continued cheering. She swung her leg over the side of the bull and slid off, again losing her balance and falling to the padding onto her back, still clutching her top. I moved quickly to help her up and assist her out of the bull pit, a little worried that she might be upset at how much she had been exposed. The operator's assistant gathered up the money and handed it to her.
As she buttoned her top closed she smiled and said, "That was bad. This was definitely the wrong dress for that". I thought, no it was the perfect dress for that. She moved close like she wanted to say something in my ear and surprised me when her hand went to my crotch and gave my hard cock a quick squeeze, not really caring at this point who might see. "Glad you enjoyed it, I wonder how many more are like that".
"Plenty", I assured her.
She wanted to head for the ladies room to put get herself together and put her shoes on. As we moved out of the roped off area, the operator called over that drinks were on the house. Betty yelled back thanks but that we had more than enough.
I led the way squeezing through the crowd, with Betty right behind me. Halfway thru I heard her say, "Whoop" and turned. She said its ok, keep going.
When she came out of the ladies room, she said to hold out my hand and gave me her wadded up thong. "If you don't fuck me soon I'm going to go back up on the bull again like this".
"Go ahead", I dared.
As we neared the mall parking lot, she suddenly pulled away a few steps and laughed, "Watch this". She lifted one side of her skirt and twirled around to flash me, and a few very lucky men nearby. "More" I shouted. She laughed, turned around, bent over and flipped her skirt up over her back. A few guys had stopped to gawk by the time she slipped her arm around me and continued toward the parking lot. For their benefit I dropped my hand down her back and back up under her skirt to grab her bare cheek and kept it there as we walked to the car.
After making sure that no one had followed us, I pushed her onto her back in the rear seat and buried my face in her pussy, sucking and licking her clit like a man possessed until she came with a lot of yelling and shaking. Then I pushed her legs up and entered her. After fucking hard and deep we finally moved into the front seat for the drive home.
I pulled out the pocket rocket as we drove. With her legs spread wide open and the pocket rocket vibrating her soaking clit, I started describing the incredible sight of her exposure on the bull. After I described how completely her wide-open, exposed pussy had been on display, she was getting real close to yet another orgasm. She started stroking me at the same time, and started describing the groping that had occurred as we pushed our way to the ladies room. She had felt several hands grab her ass and a couple had reached under her dress to grope her bare ass as she pushed through the crowd. One hand had copped a quick squeeze of her breast as she passed. Her yell had been in response to the one anonymous hand that had slipped between her legs from the front and groped her pussy quickly.
"Next time I'll leave my panties off and really.....give...... them....... a ........show...." she mumbled as she went over the edge of another intense orgasm.
The experience was incredibly exciting and still is often the subject of our foreplay conversation. My one regret is that I couldn't get any pictures of her on the bull for myself. She had another chance to ride a bull again at a country and western dance bar we found when we visited the Midwest on business. While her panties were on display quite a bit, and her nipple made an appearance, she wasn't exposed nearly as much as the first time.
If any one out there captured any pictures of girls being exposed on the mechanical bull, send them to me and I'll show my appreciation by sending some sexy and nude pictures of my Betty in return. If I'm really lucky, it might even be Betty in your pictures. | literotica |
Title: Leah: Sweeties For Sale by LadyVelvet
Tags: Blackmail, Bunny, Generation Gap, Light D/S, Lion, M/F, Molesting, Oral, Prostitution, Teenagers, Vaginal
Leah licked her lips and went through her speech again in her head, waiting for someone to answer the door. When she heard the soft sounds of footsteps she put on her best smile and watched the doorknob turn and the door open.
"Hello! I'm selling chocolate-"
"No thanks." The older lion cut her off easily, frowning at the young rabbit on his doorstep, it was cute at first but now it was annoying. Dressed in a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned shirt it was obvious he had just showered and he looked rather annoyed.
"But!...I didn't even get to say-"
"Your selling chocolates for you field trip next week right?" He asked as he cut her off again and opened the door a little wider so she could see the table beside the door, stacked with four boxes already.
"You're the fifth one to come by this week alone, my wife and kids are out of town and I don't like sweets. I bought some to be nice but I'm not a charity, try a different neighbourhood." With a calm air he explained it to the pouting teenager, not trying to be rude but tired of the constant kids showing up at his door.
"But I can't!" she suddenly explained and looked up at him with moist eyes, making the lion blink.
"I just moved here last week so my parent won't let me go too far and I know I'm really late to try and sell them but if I don't make enough money I can't go because my parents can't afford it right now and I have to go or I won't make friends and I'll end up a social outcast and never get married or have kids and I'll just be a creepy cat lady." With a long exhale the rabbit sucked in panting breath as she rubbed her eyes furiously.
"I don't want cats to eat me when I'm dead." She finally added and looked up to the male with wide eyes that where scared but still very determined, even as tears shined.
Jack stared down at the tiny rabbit for a long moment, before his shoulder shook and he had to look away, trying to swallow his laughter furiously.
"It's not funny!" Leah hissed back to the rude male as her tears ran down her cheeks in the face of his mocking. After three days of trying to sell stupid chocolates she only managed to get rid of six boxes, she needed to sell a hundred and the dead line was two days. Everyone else had months to do it so they already had enough, Leah was too far behind to catch up and she knew it. But she had told everyone she could and now there where all waiting for her to either fail horribly or somehow succeed, and the rabbit knew which one it would be.
Jack could not wipe the smile off his face as he opened the door wider and beckoned the spunky female in. Walking down the hall to the kitchen he first found her a dishrag and ran it under water before rummaging for some change to buy more disgustingly sweet candy.
Taking the rag Leah sat on the edge of a kitchen chair and wiped her face, a little humiliated by her outburst. Just as she was about to apologies a low singsong voice from upstairs sounded, making both the lion and rabbit blink.
"Jack...?" a husky tone called as the soft sounds of footsteps followed.
"I have to run, sorry to cut short without any action but my kid is sick and need to be picked up from school!" The lion now looked rather annoyed and rubbed his face as he glanced at the rabbit, who just looked startled.
"I'll call you when I have time later!" she added just before the door slammed shut, making Leah jump a bit. Looking up at the lion she watched him as he stood with a paw over his eyes and a long sigh on his lips.
"......that dumb bitch." He finally growled and dropped his hand to look over to the teenager sitting in his kitchen.
".......didn't you say you had kids and a wife?" Leah asked with censor in her voice as the male looked deeply annoyed and tried to intimidate the rabbit with a dark look. It nearly works as the female winced and ducked a bit but here eyes still focused on him with measure.
"What do you want to keep your mouth shut then?" he finally asked and the rabbit lit up with a bright smile.
"Buy all my chocolates!" she announced and jumped form her seat, going for the bag she had left by the front door. Squatting down she rummaged excitedly, counting the boxes to see if she had enough. Biting her lip she counted that she would still be thirty short but that was far closer to her goal. Turning she looked up at the lion when he followed watching her with dark eyes. Leah felt a shiver of trepidation but swallowed it down in the face of pulling off selling the damn chocolates. But when the male loomed over her she felt a touch of real fear and backed up a bit, leaning against the door.
"How old are you?" he asked shortly, watching her with clear annoyance.
"Fifteen." Leah replied with her chin lifted despite her fear, suddenly trying to make him buy her chocolates seemed stupid.
"Fifteen, my, my, so young and yet already so eager to black mail." Jack shot back as he lifted a large paw to rest it on the door, leaning in to stare the very small rabbit down.
"Do you think my wife would believe you?" he questioned and watched the girl look a lot less confident and defiantly afraid.
"I think I'll just shove your butt out the door and be one my way, I think we both know you're not going to say anything." As he spoke he leaned in his breath on the rabbit cheek as she looked away, very nervous now. A bit of intimidation and a few scary words and he figured she would keep quiet, the lion had no intention of forking over some ridiculous among of money to a brat he'd probably never see again. But leaning in over the small teenager, so close to her the lion caught a whiff of her scent and it badly startled him to find something far different from fear. Blinking he leaned back to eye the female as she stared right at her feet. The rabbit was petite but cute looking, she had short soft pink hair that was dyed since her eyebrows where white. Her fur was also white though, it made her bright red eyes stand out all the more. Peering at her, Jack realized she was pretty, young and pretty with plump tits and a small waist.
"But I think we might be able to make a deal, you and me." He told her and the rabbit blinked, looking up at him in confusion as he ran the back of his knuckles on her soft damp cheek. Slowly he dropped it so his large paws skimmed over her breast and down her stomach, resting lightly at her skirt top. The rabbit looked surprised but not horrified and Jack realized he had a rare opportunity on his paws.
"What's your name sweetie?" he asked he as his fingers hooked into her skirt and panties, rubbing along her fur, it was short and bloody soft, rabbits always had soft fur though.
"...Leah." she answered him after a long pause, she looked unsure but her scent had spiked, the little thing was getting aroused and Jack could feel his cock twitch in turn.
"Leah, very cute, you smell nice Leah, you're not a little virgin are you?" the lion rumbled as he lowered his head to press his nose to her slender neck, she was so soft that he had to rub her face along the junction, feeling her breath hitch as she fisted her hands where they hung limply.
"....are you little Leah? You'd like to go on that trip right? I have more than enough money for you if you do something for me? I don't like chocolates after all."
Leah started a bit when he mentioned her trip and then bit her lip, glancing at the bare chest of the lion. He was much older than her, probably older than her dad but he was fit and handsome looking.
"I....yeah...I'm not a virgin at all." she finally said and the male chuckled, reaching out to gently take her arm and pull her small form to his own. Trembling a bit Leah let the stranger named Jack hold her against him, she could feel his damp fur and the heat radiating from him.
"Not at all? Tell me little bunny, have you had lots of sex of just a bit?" as he spoke to her the male dropped a paw to smoothly cover her rump and gently rub, squeezing the full ass and making the teenager jerk, pushing herself into his form from surprise.
"I...I've done it lots of times" Leah said honestly, feeling lightheaded as she lion groped her, his fingers lingering lower to pull her skirt out of the way and ever so lightly cup her little pussy through her tights.
"With who I wonder, your boyfriend?" he pressed on, smirking as he could feel the heat and moisture from the tiny slit, his cock starting to throb at the mere idea of fucking this girl. A female was nice to have and Jack liked to fool around every now and then, Mary never cared about it, but to enjoy the pleasure of a under aged little girl was so taboo that he could not pass up the chance, he'd probably never get it again.
"...my teacher...and some of my brothers friends.." she replied in a dazed tone whimpering a bit as she jerked in her arms, her little body shivering as he pushed his middle finger along her slit and against her clit, rubbing her through her tights and panties.
"How old is your brother?" Jack asked her, surprised to hear about her teacher but more comfortable about banging her if he wasn't the first adult to taste her.
"He's 23."
Defiantly not guilty to fuck her at all.
"You want that money?" he asked her as he let go of her and stood back, the rabbit falling against the door with a thud, looking aroused and confused as she peered up at him so cutely that his cock jumped.
Lean nodded her head and watched the older male smirk as he took her paw in his own and led her into the living room. The nervous rabbit watched him sit on the couch and tug her down, leading her to knee between his legs.
"A little bunny who fucks older males must know a thing or two about sucking cock?" Jack asked, watching her face flush as she nodded her head and glanced at his jeans seeing the bulge there, waiting for her.
"You're a dirty little girl then, shall we see if you really know anything?" the lion teased he as his reached out to cup her cheek and then run his thumb along her lip, liking their fullness. Dropping his paw he grasped a small breast and squeezed hard, watching the girl whimper as she obviously enjoyed it. Feeling a nipple he caught it through her flimsy bra and top, tugging it hard and tightly so she moved forward.
Knowing what he wanted Lean leaned forward and quickly undid the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. His erection sprang free and she started a bit, surprised as she stared at the intimating length, he was long and thick, much bigger then what she was used to. Along the underside of his cock she could see tiny little bumps, running a finger along it she felt them, a bit of pull to each little barb. Lions had barbed cocks someone had told her that but Leah had never believed it before.
"Too scared sweetie?" he asked her with a mocking tone, watching her with smug dark eyes as she looked up at him and gave him a determined look. Sitting up she parted her lips and stuck her tongue out, tasting the pre seed on the head of the huge meat before she sucked it down. Inch by inch she worked it down before she was sure she could not take much more, but she was barely half way down.
"Don't worry, bunny, few can handle it." It was a bit or a reassurance and an insult mixed as he cupped one of her breasts, squeezing and rubbing it roughly. Swallowing a bit around the large male she moved up a bit more, going on her knees all the way as she let go of the shaft and rested her hands on his hips. Taking a deep breath Leah slid down ever more, swallowing the erection as she pushed her head down. When the rabbit was sure she had no more room left she finally felt the base of his cock, her nose touching the fur of his abdomen.
"Bloody hell." The stranger hissed and the rabbit felt pride well in her as she deep throated him. Pulling back she began to suck and bob her head, taking the shaft and jerking him off while her soft wet mouth sucked away.
Quickly he began to move, softly thrusting at her face as he leaned back and just watched the tiny little female swallow his cock, the thick dick disappearing into her mouth as he felt her tongue rubbing along his barbs.
One of paws reached to cup his sack, squeezing and playing with his balls as he dropped his head and hissed, still watching her work.
Leah let the tip slip from her mouth and with one hand jerked the male off, her finger wrapped around the thick thing as she licked and sucked the underside, going down to gently lick his sack. Parting her lips she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and ran her tongue over it as the lion snarled out.
"Fucking hell, you're a talented piece of ass." Jack told her as he grabbed her head and lifted her head back. Her eyes where dark and hungry, a string of spit hanging from her lip as she looked up at him, ready for anything.
Tugging her by her hair he made her crawl the length of his body to sit on his lap. Reaching down he found her skirt and hooked his claws into it, yanking her panties, tights, and skirt down over her rump. Pushing the rabbit onto the couch on her side he slid over her and before she could back out he took his moist cock and pushed it against her tiny slit. Rubbing along the soaked cunt he found her entrance and pushed the swollen head of his erection against it. Even if he had to rape her he was going to pound the teen, Jack had never been so fucking turned on in his life. Something so damn cute and innocent looking deep throating him like it was nothing.
Brutally he shoved forward feeling the pressure of her tiny body trying to stop him and the sweet satisfaction as it gave way and the passage was forced open for him. The little bunny gripped the couch cushion tightly as her face showed her struggle to take the massive dick, lips parted in a pant and her eyes squeezed shut. Jack did not stop as he shoved on, sliding into her until his balls butted her soft ass and she cried out, arching her body as her eyes shot open. Leah tried to pull away but the lion was much bigger then her and pinned her down with his weight alone.
"Easy sweetie, it's all in there now." He grunted, watching her with lustful eyes that told her he was not letting her go. His hot breath bathed the side of her face as he kept still for her to adjust, his tongue reaching out to lick the side of her face obscenely as he grinned down at her, his paw worming under her shirt to find her bare tit and pull at the nipple making the rabbit whimper.
"I don't think I've ever fucked anything so tight." As he spoke he pulled back a tiny bit and pushed back in, forcing her into he couch with his weight as she gasped put. His golden fur mashed against her pure white and he could feel the softness of it as he grunted and enjoyed the incredibly tight hole. Her body was trying to push him out and he could feel in her inter muscle working, moving along his erection as they uselessly pushed and tightened. Pulling back a bit, he sank back in and liked the way she gasped and trembled under him.
The pulse of his shaft burying home in her was making her feel good even as the thickness of him made her burn. But as he moved she could feel herself begins to get used to it, ever so slightly the pain was receding and Leah could not believe how huge he was. She could feel the throbbing of his meat, the barbs scrapping along her insides in a way that was anything but painful.
Sighing out she reached to wrap a arm around his broad neck as he still licked at her face, slowly shoving into her and pull back a tiny bit. Parting her mouth she turned her face fully towards the older lion and let him plunge his tongue in her mouth. Easily he swirled it around and his saliva mixed with her own as her body began to bob bit by bit as he put more force in his motions. Pulling back he stared down at the little sex deviant as he pumped into her, slowly pulling more free before he rammed it back in.
Smirking down at her soft innocent eyes he sat back, the tip coming out as she sighed weakly. Rolling her over onto her stomach she gave no fight or protest as the lion yanked his shirt off and quickly pulled her tangle skirt, panties and tights down and off her legs. With her legs on either side of his own he loomed over her and took his erection, guiding between her soft ass before pushing back into her pussy. The bunny arched her back lifting her ass for him as her grinned feeling the stretched slit greedily suck him back in.
"You're a hot little fuck." The lion praised her as he filled her up and then pulled back slightly to shove back in. Resting his weight on elbows he pushed her into the couch again as he rolled back and forth, feeling her soft ass against his groin as his pulsing dick drilled into her. Leah moaned out and moved against him, squirming as she lifted herself to thrust back at the male, wanting him to hurry up.
"Come onnn........" she whimpered, feeling his barbs run along her insides and spread her thighs wider in response. Nothing before had felt like that and she loved ever stoke of this older males thick hard cock.
"You want it hard?" he asked, a bit surprised but she nodded her head and looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes looking far from naive as he felt his dick twitch in response. Grunting he pulled back further and then slammed back, shoving her into the couch as the furniture squeaked. Hissing he began to ride her, staring down at her open thighs and watching his erection disappear like it had into her mouth. The tightly clenched muscles of her insides and slit felt like heaven as he cupped her ass and spread her cheeks to watch as he rammed into her. The female was crying out and thrashing about, jerking back at him in eager lust. The lion thrust forward savagely with her positive response, fucking the teen hard as his heavy balls slapped her thighs. The soaked cunt was making wet noises ad he could feel her juices coating his meat and dripping on his balls. The magnificent teen obscenely arched, surrendering utterly to the sensation of the lion's huge prick spearing her mercilessly.
Without hammering lunges he rode the rabbit and snarled as his pace went brutal. Groans and grunts filled the room with the squeaking on the couch and slap of fur on fur. Jack could hear the slurp of her pussy sucking away on him as well, the slippery soaked hole tight and so hot. Grinning he yanked back, nearly exploding but holding off as he pulled free and grabbed her, flipping her onto her back and pulling her shirt up, somewhere it was caught and the lion just grasped the front and ripped it down, not caring as her small pert tits where exposed. Dropping his head he sucked one into his mouth and bit down on her nipple making her cry hard. The female withered under him as she wiggled down until her ass was in his lap. Questing fingers found his still pulsing rod and those tiny digits stoked him a few times before leading back into her. With her legs spread wide she sighed and gasped out as the cock filled her back up. Jack could feel his balls heavy with sperm, he was going to get off fast it she kept it up and it was clear she was. Grunting he kept sucking her tit as her groped the other and gripped her waist, lifting her to start fucking her again. Savagely he slammed home, spearing deeper with her thighs spread so wide, grinding his groin against her little clit as his balls slapped her ass. Both of them where soaked form her juices, it made her fur damp and his own, wet sucking noses coming now as then moved. The delirious little teenager arching herself and thrust at the older lion as he rammed forward, slamming into the tiny female viciously. Throwing her head back Leah could not stop the cries that came as she was stretched over and over by the huge dick in her. The friction was amazing and she moaned out as the male carelessly pounded her, Leah loved it rough.
The rabbits cried came louder and louder and the lion jerked harder and faster, giving the petite thing all he had as he callously fucked her. Letting go of her waist he found her little clit and rubbed it roughly as he mercilessly rammed into her, forcing her wide with every motion. His wife and he occasional bed mates had never been this good, never taken it so hard and enjoyed it as much as the bunny was. The little thing was loving every stoke and he could see not hesitance one her face as she looked so damn lost in her lust. Letting go of her nipple his finger bit into her fur as his knees found leverage and he began to really fuck her, yanking the little girl down into each thrust as his tempo exploded into furious motions.
Head back and shoulders arching from the couch she gave a loud long scream and the lion felt her clamp down. It felt impossible given how taut she was but he could feel it, the hold like a vice as it spasmed and milked his erection, the barbs sliding along her passage as he kept moving insanely rough. Jack clenched his teeth and kept it up for her riding her as she came. Ramming forward fully as he grasped her ass and snarled, giving her a few last hard shoves and he pumped himself into her. The rabbit mewed out and he watched her fade, her climax recede as her muscles relaxed and she went limp.
Grabbing her legs he locked her knees at his elbows and still held her hips. Grunting he clenched his teeth harder and pulled back in a long stroke before lunging forward to slam home. Without a care in the world he fucked the tiny female, feeling her insides soaked and hearing the slurping of her juices as they came out around his cock. Wet lewd sounds kept coming as she laid like a rag doll, letting him pound her for his own pleasure as he stared down at the teen, feeling her soft fur against his own and looking down at her, knowing her was fucking a kid, a under aged bunny who was a born slut.
Obscenely he enjoyed her unmoving form, liking how she looked so used and utterly submissive to his attentions. Grinning he stabbed his thick prick into her soft sweet unyielding entrance. It invaded into her as her own cream made the channel even better to abuse. Lifting her a bit he went up on his knees and his balls began to slap her upturned ass as he reached to grab it, holding her in a jackknife position as he smacked his groin to her own. The sofa still groaned under them as he began to move faster, and slam more of his weight into the limp angle. Pulling his lips back in a snarl he viciously shoved into her with a wild tempo he jabbed himself at her, kneading her ass as his cock twitched and jerked, his balls pulling tight as he felt himself losing it. Her tight young passage was sucking at him as impaled her one last time yelling out as he felt her sweet body around him. Pulling back he dropped her ass and she fell to the couch. Gripping the back cushion with his claws with one hand his other reached down and jerked himself off, leaning over to kiss the teenager, forcing her mouth open as he licked and sucked the inside. A tiny whimper answered and it was all he needed as the first hot spurt of seed left the tip of his pulsing erection. Soft hands reached to help and he let her take over, jerking him up with one paw as the other reached up to rub her palm along the tip, cupping the hot jizz as it pumped free. Snarling Jack gave in and clenched his muscles as his hips swayed in impulse, dropping his body he yanked her paws free and rubbed his shooting dick along her trembling belly. The soft fur made him hiss as he pushed her into the couch, feeling a few last jerks as his twitching cock gave one last spurt. Panting he laid over her limply for a moment, catching his breath before he sat back a bit. The bunny looked up at him with soft satisfied eyes and he grinned down at her. Sitting up he leaned back against the couch arm and just stared at the used rabbit.
It was defiantly the best fuck he'd ever had, a tiny female had always made him hot but to fuck one, more so a little girl. But even that aside he'd never met a slut so eager to be fucked and to have it so hard. Jack watched as she lazily ran her paw over her belly and scooped up his semen, lifting her hand to her mouth she parted those lips and licked it up. Narrowing his eyes the lion said nothing but watched as she cleaned his mess up lazily.
Afterwards she took a quick shower while Jack found her a new shirt to wear, he had no daughters so his teen sons shirt was offered up, it was big on her but not obviously so. Gripping her ass and watching her smile he gave her four hundred dollars and a long wet kiss goodbye.
"You're lucky you made enough for that trip but now babysitting will be a good way for you to make some spare money." Leah's mother lectured as she drove, her daughter sitting in the passenger seat looking outside.
"Sarah has three boys but only two need to be looked after." Pulling into the drive way Leah nodded and said quickly good byes, a backpack full of homework and books for the evening. Babysitting was not her favourite pastime and she still had money from her amazing fuck two weeks ago but she could not admit that. Leah knew her parents would be suspicious so she kept it hidden away and agreed to babysit for some lady her mom worked with.
Walking up the staircase of the house she waved good bye to her mom and knocked on the door. The house look familiar and Leah blinked suddenly, placing where she knew it from. A lioness opened the door and for a moment Leah stood dumb before the female beckoned her in.
"Normally we don't bother with babysitters but Jack insisted since the kids have been acting up." She explained, wearing a fancy dress as she hurried up the stairs, acting rather rude and making Leah wrinkle her nose in distaste.
"She's a real bitch, but I managed to knock her up by accident." A low voice commented softly and Leah jumped twirling to look to the living room doorway and see her lion standing there.
Before she could speak the lioness came down the stairs, explained where the kids where what was to eat and when they where to sleep.
"We'll be back around one or two at the latest, Jack will drive you home afterwards, alright?" the female said more than asked as she walked off to the kitchen.
"Imagine my surprise when I recognized your name while Mary was talking about her new co-workers kids. It took a bit to get her to see we needed a babysitter since you mom was offering you out, but I assured her it would be worth every penny." Jack explained in that low warm voice, his eyes taking in every inch of the rabbit, even as she felt herself going moist. | FSE |
Title: Chrysalis - Prolouge: Butterfly's Lament by Cemeteries
Tags: Fox, Gay, Gore, Human, M/M, Short, Story Series, Violence (Not In Yiff)
*Tick, tock, tick, tock,*
The sounds of a thousand, thousand little gears filled the tiny room, each clicking in an odd rhythm with one another, giving the room a predictable, almost living pulse, with each synchronous clack another machine, toy or device would witch, blink or roll in it's enclosure; a testament to motion to the motionless; false life made mockingly solid. The room was setup like an old world puppet shop; from every nook and cranny stood some sort of doll, toy or clockwork game to delight children, to fill the mind with a joy, with an adventure into the depths of some magical world, just before dinner. Marionettes hung from a lattice in the ceiling, and porcelain dolls lined shelves long covered in dust; all seemed turned as if by their own accord, to the cracked and weathered door; rustically labeled with red paint 'Workshop' above the door; lit along it's outlines by a flickering light within.
To the daring, within the door lay a truly mystical scene, surrounded by the spare parts of a million and one dolls, puppets and various machinery sat a single wizened old man; age weighed heavily on his frame; but he still seemed oddly solid and steady, despite his bent posture, a slim van dyke moustache stood on his face, a brilliant shade of white to match the salt-and-pepper in his shortish, messy hair, pulled away by an old battered bandanna; oil stained and paint-spattered from years of use. Perched upon his nose were a pair of silver rimmed spectacles; fitted with multiple lenses to function like a magnifying glass when needed, a smile painted his face as he reached out to something out of sight; a paintbrush held in his nimble, spidery fingers.
To those who would dare, a curious site was presented to them, sitting before the old man was a almost polar opposite to his age and caution; a beautiful, blindly good looking young man; striking one at the age of maybe late twenties; his face was a Botichelli angel's wet dream; perfectly smooth angles set in a statue of alabaster skin of the purest, most milky white, framed by soft locks of the same hue, loose and messy, pulled away from his face haphazardly with metallic clips, his eyes were intense but somehow still loving; lacking color nor definition beyond three black lines, denoting pupil and iris against the white. Clad in nothing but a wrapping of apparent gauze or cloth over his lower extremities; the boy sat perfectly still as the old Dollmaker reached out with his paintbrush to trace a neat black line around his eye, the old toy man smiled as he completed the line;
"See - the girls all like the effeminate look nowadays; gone are the sales of my knights and lords made of wood and steel; they all want pretty things now" he said with a loving smile as the boy apparently tilted his head as the Dollmaker painted another line over his left eye; completing the application of his permanent eyeliner.
"Am I girly Father?" he asked quietly, blinking with inhuman speed to help the paint dry before it smudged, and the old artifice smiled, gripping the boy's bare shoulder warmly
"My dearest child; you are not girly; you are beautiful, the culmination of a most divine inspiration; you're a masterpiece!" he crowed quietly, taking the clips from his hair to let it fall along his face and grabbing an old careworn mirror from his workbench, holding it so the youth could see his face.
Indeed the youth was lovely, enough to make the coldest baronesses in the iciest reaches of the most frost-locked world's heart warm and flutter at the sight of him, he smiled and looked at his father and then frowned a little
"But I'm not finished yet Father" he said, pushing down the mirror "I'm incomplete"
The old toymaker sighed and nodded "This is true my boy, you are yet to be a real masterpiece; so much work to be done, yes!" he reached out and cupped the boy's cheek and smiled "But the day comes soon! Do not fret your ticking little heart about it." He said warmly, idly going to mix some paint "Now then, let's start on those lips, too pale they are, too pale you are!" he smiled; kneading several tubes of pigment as he said it, eyeballing the youth.
"After that your hair needs a colo-..." the old tailor trailed off as he heard the bell to his front doll ring, setting down the paint he touched the youth's shoulder gently "Stay here my son, make not a sound"
The youth seemed a bit frightened, his father had never made him stay in the workshop unless it wasn't safe for him to leave. The old man stood and walked out of the workshop, beyond the white-haired youth's vision into the main shop, his voice traveled back in his comforting accent: "I'm sorry, we're closed"
But the answer was far more sinister.
"No, you see you're about to be closed old man, permanently closed - you seem to have neglected to pay us for those 'items' that my friends and I risked our necks to get you; and your grace period officially expired ten seconds ago"
The youth strained to see, but he heard a scuffle, the sound of a doll's head shattering and the labored grunts of his father, oft heard when he tried to lift something heavy; he bolted to his feet when he heard the too-familiar sound of a blade being drawn.
Shoving through the door he watched with a unknown emotion as the mysterious aggressor; clad in a floor-length coat and a wide-brimmed top hat, plunged a slim bladed knife into his father's chest, the slender edge arching through the air in almost perceived slow motion, before finding a new and terrible sheathe in his father's abdomen. The older man jerked, letting out a gasping cry as the taller, black-clad figure wrenched the blade upwards, gutting him from pubic bone to sternum like a fish in one quick movement, the gout of blood that sprayed pattered against his coat like rain, the candlelit ambience making each droplet glow and glimmer like a tiny little hellish ruby, through all of this, the boy watched, his empty heart filled with an emotion he never felt before; he wanted to run away, he wanted to break down and beat the ground with his fists...he wanted to tear out the black-hatted man's heart and feed it to him, but in the end, he settled for catching his Father's swiftly falling body, holding him close as his rich red blood oozed over his immaculate white skin.
The boy didn't know how to scream, he didn't know what was happening, but he did know one thing; how to cry.
Tears began to run down his blood-spattered cheeks as he gripped his quickly-fading creator's figure, whispering unintelligible panicked gibberish as the old man cupped his cheek one last time, unable to speak through his ravaged lungs, he mouthed a single phrase to the terrified toy.
Live my boy, live. The final, mimed words as his once steady and strong hands quivered and shook with death's grip, clenching on the Doll's shoulder as his warm gray eyes stared glassy and lifeless; Death stealing their light for his own.
The Doll's artificial tears ran down his cheeks, mixing with his father's blood in a river of unintelligible pain as he turned to the hooded and cloaked man still standing over him, a new feeling burned through his empty, blank slate of a soul; he felt as if he'd explode, his body filled to the breaking point with a hatred, with a rage he'd never even knew he could feel as he stared at the man, as he stared at mankind; he was still too frightened to fight, but as he black-clad man approached him; he did not flinch, did not look away.
He felt a pair of deep blue eyes meet his colorless ones and felt the rough, gloved hand grip his face, then push it away with a derisive snicker
"Just an overgrown toy; batteries will run out on their own" he muttered, shoving the Doll away to glare at him, cleaning his knife with a broken toy's hair, he smiled sadistically at the blood-stained marionette, still clinging to his father's eviscerated corpse.
With a tip of his hat he was gone, and the unfinished Doll; was left so very alone - with only his hatred for company.
Many claim to have heard in that night; a scream that they say still reverberates in the deeper sections of the ghetto; a scream of such loss and pain that every mother, every child whom heard it, still weeps at the memory.
But the roar that would follow it in time would deafen the world. | FSE |
Title: Don't Be Ashamed
Tags: crossdresser, gay anal, gay oral, gay interracial, younger man, older man, gay asian, 18 year old, interracial, bedroom
Caleb knocked on the door three times and waited on the front porch. He just didn't know what to say to his girlfriend. He just knew that he should have apologized as soon as she discovered the truth. The eighteen-year-old Thai man had grown silent. He stared at the front door before anyone could even open it. He almost shivered at the possibility of losing his own girlfriend. He slowly tapped his feet against the floor. He slid his fingers across his short black hair. He silently rehearsed what he wanted to say to Priscilla. Even if it proved to be useless in the end, he just needed a resolution for a crucial mistake.
Caleb was so nervous. Waiting for the front door to open felt like it lasted for a few minutes. Eventually, the door did open. Caleb stood straight, anticipating another appearance from his girlfriend. But it wasn't Priscilla who answered the door. Instead, her father did. Caleb held his breath for a moment. Woodrow was a forty-one-year-old single father who shared his tremendous success with his one and only offspring. He was indeed a tall and handsome white man, with brown hair and broad shoulders. It would seem to be a stereotype, but Woodrow would be the type of person to appear in a fiery romantic tale.
Suddenly, Caleb remembered what he wanted to say.
"Hello, Woodrow. Is Priscilla here?"
He almost stuttered twice when he said that.
Woodrow smiled. "Sorry. She's somewhere else right now."
Caleb nodded. "Do you know where she is?"
"She mentioned that she'll with her friends all afternoon."
That statement made Caleb tremble with dread. Gossip would spread about his secret pastime. He would be the laughingstock in 12th Grade. The new year started with an unfortunate accident.
Caleb sighed. "I see. Well, I'll come back later."
But Caleb didn't leave just yet. Woodrow opened the door wide.
"Why don't you come in?"
Caleb grew even more nervous. "Are you sure?"
"It'll be okay. I think it's time we get to know each other."
For some odd reason, Woodrow's smooth baritone voice made Caleb lose most of his anxiety. The young man was barely conflicted with this simple invitation.
"Okay."
Caleb was let in by his girlfriend's father. He had already grown familiar with the house when Priscilla invited him in a few times before. This was indeed a clean and spacious house in such an affluent neighborhood. Living in the city of Dana Point was a smart decision for Woodrow. A successful man like him would be living in such a prosperous city in Southern California. Furthermore, living in a two-story house situated alongside the coast made Caleb a little jealous. He stood in the living room and looked out the window. He could see the beach during a calm and cold afternoon. After a few days of rain, Dana Point experienced a welcome change when the sun came out. The middle of January would involve low temperatures, which explained why only a few people visited the beach today. And when they did, they wore jackets and pants to keep warm.
Caleb took off his jacket. Woodrow had the heater turned on in the house. That, however, didn't stop Caleb from fearing the worst from his girlfriend. He didn't want any negative consequences.
Woodrow stepped inside the living room. He currently wore brown pants and a blue shirt. Just one look at the older man, and Caleb quickly calmed down once again.
Woodrow was immediately sincere when he said, "I'm afraid Priscilla doesn't want to see you again."
Caleb raised his eyebrows. "She told you that?"
Woodrow slowly nodded. "That's not the only thing she told me. She said something about you that's really interesting to say the least."
Caleb breathed through his nostrils. He now wanted to leave the house.
Woodrow stepped closer toward him. "She told me how she caught you wearing something that's not really for a man."
Caleb shivered again. "Did she, uh...did she specify what it was?"
"A dress."
Caleb closed his eyes. Woodrow must have thought less of him for that.
But as soon as he opened his eyes again, Woodrow smiled again.
"She wasn't too pleased with what she saw."
Caleb accepted his fate. "Maybe it's time that I just leave."
Woodrow calmly denied his request. "Don't. Stay here a little longer. I have a present for you."
He started to leave the room. "Follow me upstairs."
Caleb had his doubts. "Are you sure about this?"
Woodrow chuckled. "I'm not going to hurt you. That's the last thing I would do to you."
As the older man disappeared from sight, Caleb took a deep breath. With everything that happened today, he now just had to get it over with. He officially lost his girlfriend, but her father didn't seem outraged by the results. Leaving his jacket in the living room, he followed Woodrow upstairs.
The two of them reached the master bedroom, which had a king-sized bed and a flat screen TV standing above a wooden dresser. It also had a clear view of the beach. Anyone standing on the balcony would be delighted to see the coast on a regular basis.
Caleb immediately noticed a small box on the bed. Woodrow opened it up and showed Caleb what had been lying inside it.
Caleb's eyes widened. Woodrow showed him a white dress. It was a simple design, with a skirt and a sleeveless top. Caleb couldn't keep his eyes away from it. It appeared to be a dress specifically designed for him.
Woodrow raised it up with his fingers. "Try it on."
Caleb hated to admit it, but seeing that white dress made him grow attached to his secret hobby a little more. But then again, he realized what would happen.
"You want me to try it on now?"
Woodrow chuckled. "Yeah, that's right."
"I'll have to take my clothes off first."
"Of course."
Woodrow didn't leave the bedroom. This gave Caleb a clear signal to do it in front of Priscilla's own father.
The young man looked down at the white dress, and then back at Woodrow.
"You want to see me take my clothes off."
"I don't mind."
Knowing that it would be inevitable, Caleb took a deep breath as he unclothed himself right in front of Woodrow. Within seconds, he only wore his underwear.
But Woodrow stated, "Take that off as well."
Caleb froze. "Uh...Why should I?"
"You don't have to wear it when you're wearing that."
Woodrow pointed at the dress. Caleb received a mixed feeling. He desperately wanted to wear Woodrow's gift, but he still felt nervous at the thought of another man seeing him naked. Despite his search for a convincing answer to this situation, he only discovered emptiness. Shivering like an actor with stage fright, Caleb ultimately took off his underwear. Now, he was completely naked in the room.
Woodrow's smile never left his face. "Good. Now, put it on."
Caleb followed the simple instruction. He slid the dress onto his body.
It was a perfect fit. The skirt ended right above his knees, and the sleeveless top made him feel more delicate than usual.
Woodrow pointed at the mirror hanging on the wall. Caleb gladly stood in front of it. He saw himself wearing the white dress. He was astonished. He looked so good in this dress. It reminded him of the various times he wore something similar in his own bedroom. Embracing a more feminine mystique had been his favorite pastime. He never thought he would be caught.
Fortunately, however, he no longer felt humiliated by Priscilla's unexpected discovery. Because now, her father showed no signs of a negative reaction. After all, he did give him this dress as a gift. He never showed any disgust with this new revelation. Seeing him smile with delight gave off the impression that he already accepted Caleb's secret passion as a positive lifestyle.
Caleb almost laughed with glee. He already loved this dress. It made him feel more girly. The skirt made him show off his hairless legs, and the overall attire made him look ever so adorable with his black hair and light brown skin. He couldn't stop staring at himself in the mirror.
He even altered his voice by giving it a more womanlike tone. "Oh, I love it. It's a great gift."
Woodrow replied, "I'm glad you like it."
He stood right behind Caleb and placed his hands on the latter's shoulders. "I like you better this way. Priscilla may not tolerate this, but I do. I believe you shouldn't be ashamed for wanting to wear something like this."
Caleb sighed. "I'm still a little sad. I lost my girlfriend."
Woodrow slowly turned him around and looked him straight in the eyes. "You've gained another companion. I'm sure that's good enough."
Caleb didn't know what to say. He was so entranced by Woodrow's lack of resentment. He was the exact opposite of Priscilla, who didn't even want to see him again.
And then, an unusual act caught Caleb off-guard. Woodrow slid his hand across Caleb's new dress and brought it to the bottom. He lifted the skirt up, which made Caleb assume an ulterior motive. The young man suddenly gasped as he could feel Woodrow's hand grabbing hold of his cock.
Woodrow whispered, "Like I said, don't be ashamed."
He caressed Caleb's solid cock. The young man was shocked by the movements. Woodrow wrapped his other arm around Caleb's waist and brought him closer. His embrace made Caleb act even more girly than before. He brought his tightened fists up to his chest like a frightened damsel. Woodrow didn't stop stroking the cock. The slow rhythm made Caleb take quicker breaths. The embrace made him not care for what Priscilla managed to leave behind.
Woodrow kissed Caleb on the forehead. "This is not a dream. This is reality. Don't hide things from the ones who care about you the most."
Caleb moaned and kept his feminine voice intact. "You're right. I shouldn't be ashamed. Oh, it feels good."
Woodrow's whisper was instant bliss to the ears. "Stay with me. We've got a good thing going here."
One look at Woodrow's eyes, and Caleb couldn't resist. He kissed the older man on the lips. Woodrow hugged him even tighter, and caressed Caleb's cock quicker. There would be no escape from a potentially wonderful experience between these two men.
Woodrow's fingers made Caleb tingle with excitement. He knew what would happen next. Woodrow let him go and began to unbuckle his belt.
"I've got something else to show you."
Caleb just stood there as Woodrow took off his own set of clothes, from his shirt to his boxer shorts. He showed his bare body to the young Thai man.
Caleb was almost speechless. Woodrow was even better naked. His cock had been the most appealing feature. Long and hard, it caught Caleb's attention right at the start. He couldn't stop staring at it.
Woodrow lent a hand. "Trust me. It'll be like stepping into paradise."
Caleb still kept his girlish behavior. He took Woodrow's hand and was pulled closer to him. They kissed as they hugged each other. Caleb had found himself an a more appropriate role. With him as the shy virgin and Woodrow as the ambitious adventurer, it seemed to be a perfect match.
They kept their lips locked, their own zest running high. Caleb didn't bring his fists down just yet. He wanted to experience a more submissive role a little longer. He breathed through his nostrils as he moaned lightly, still in his feminine manner. He admired the warmth that came from Woodrow's bare body. Woodrow caressed Caleb's hair with his fingers. The two of them even managed to touch each other's tongues for a few seconds. Their passionate embrace continued without an unwanted effect.
Woodrow finally stopped kissing and whispered, "Let's see how good you are. Get down on your knees."
Caleb, while a little surprised by this command, did what he was told. He got down on his knees and waited for Woodrow to completely control him. He stared directly at the enormous erection in front of him. Such a powerful tool for pleasure made the young man curious for a new direction.
Woodrow grabbed Caleb's head and pushed him toward the dick. Caleb had no other option but to open his mouth wide and take it in. In just a short amount of time, he had another man's dick inside his mouth. With eyes wide open, he was shocked by the older man's unexpected motive. Woodrow thrust his hips forward and hardened his grip on Caleb's hair. Caleb could feel the warm and rigid cock sliding in and out of his mouth. It was a slow process, but it gained a slight acceleration moments later. The tip of the cock reached the back of his mouth and down in his throat. In fact, he almost choked a few times. With a big dick in his mouth, he had to breathe through his nostrils.
Woodrow didn't stop. "You like the taste of it, don't you?"
Caleb couldn't say anything with a muffled voice. He couldn't deny it. He didn't find himself despising the experience. There would be no disgrace. This had become something that he had already grown fond of. He let Woodrow use him in a naughty manner, and it seemed to fit his persona. He moaned lightly, like a woman amazed by her man's authority.
The cock struck his open mouth many times, the tip of it touching the throat with aggression. Woodrow's acceleration of his pelvic thrusts brought a more intense sensation for Caleb, who never attempted to flee the scene. He already forgot about Priscilla, and managed to concentrate solely on pleasing her father.
Woodrow chuckled. "That's right. Take it like a woman."
Caleb continued to moan in his feminine tone of voice. This scenario made things so unbelievably alien to him, and yet it was appropriate for his type of behavior. He had already begun to view himself as a submissive mate, a gentle individual who sought a simple dynamic for this new relationship. After all, he was short and skinny. He would have been a perfect match for someone like Woodrow. If he was a woman, that is.
Woodrow didn't cease. Sliding his dick inside Caleb's mouth in a rapid fashion may have reached its peak. Caleb could feel his throat growing weak owing to the tip attacking it so much.
Woodrow growled. He pushed his dick inside Caleb's mouth as hard as he could. Caleb could feel the juices spurting right out of the cock and flooding his upper entrance. He made a quick decision. His instincts led him to swallow everything that he received. He gulped down as much of the semen that he could.
Woodrow looked down and smiled at him. "You're good."
Caleb didn't stop consuming the juices. He made sure that every ounce of it never came out of hiding. As soon as he did it, Woodrow finally pulled his dick right out of Caleb's mouth. Caleb almost collapsed on the floor. Woodrow observed him being down on all fours before he slowly brought himself back up on his knees. Caleb noticed that only a single drop of cum dripped down from Woodrow's cock and landed on the carpet.
Woodrow brought him up to his feet. "I bet it tasted good."
Caleb still had to catch his breath from his exhaustive obedience. "It was warm and thick. I really like it."
He licked his lips to take in the residue that clung onto them.
Woodrow's smile never faded. "We're not done yet."
Caleb could feel his legs grow weak. "What do you mean?"
Woodrow's next intention didn't need a vocal cue. He grabbed Caleb and threw him down on the bed. Caleb, though shocked by the abrupt actions, knew what would happen next. He lay flat on his back just as Woodrow lay on top of him.
The older man whispered, "Let's see if you can handle it."
Caleb moaned. "I'm waiting for it."
In just a few seconds, Woodrow lifted up Caleb's skirt and slid his dick (still erect from the first ejection) deep into the young man's lower hole.
Caleb let out a slight whimper, something that defined his brand new personality. He and Woodrow looked into each other's eyes. Their hunger for a radical passion had found an upsurge. Woodrow thrust his hips downward, deep into the tight hole that belonged to a womanly figure. Caleb's moans were loud and constantly girlish.
Woodrow grabbed Caleb's arms and pushed his cock hard. His fast and furious rhythm gave Caleb a better reason to submit to his feminine tactics. The entire bed began to creak. Woodrow's swift and aggressive movements made Caleb keep his eyes wide open. There was a sharp stinging sensation from within his hole. It caused a blend in his thoughts. Woodrow's cock made him moan in higher notes. His entire body shook to the rhythm of the older man's fierce determination.
"You love that cock, don't you?"
Caleb shrieked. "Yes, I love your cock! I fucking love it!"
He may as well kept his voice at a higher register. Enduring the pain and pleasure became quite the accomplishment for him. He let Woodrow dominate him for the next several minutes. Woodrow struck him in the right spots. It was a valid reason for Caleb to embrace his secret lifestyle. Woodrow's masculine figure felt so heavy when being right on top of the younger man, but the adrenaline and the pulsating tempos kept him from wanting an early departure.
He continued to pretend that he was a damsel being used by a prestigious gentleman. "Oh, yes! Fuck me hard!"
All of a sudden, Woodrow brought him up off the sheets. He made it clear what he wanted next. He kneeled on the bed and brought Caleb down onto his waist. Caleb, in return, wrapped his legs around Woodrow and waited for the next infiltration. Woodrow now thrust his cock upwards. Caleb grabbed hold of the older man's shoulders. They faced each other as the upward motions made Caleb squeal once more. He could feel his tight end burning from the intrusion. He bounced up and down as the dick provided the right kind of paradise.
Woodrow's thrusts were strong and uninterrupted. "You're a lot better this way, and you know it."
Caleb swung his head back as he continued his ride. "Fuck, yes! I'll be the one you fuck every day."
They heled each other tightly as Woodrow pummeled the young man in the white dress. Caleb squeezed his eyes shut. He could barely remember Priscilla in the midst of the intense interactions in the master bedroom. He was lucky that she forced their separation because of his biggest secret. Without her dismissal, there would be no way for him to know just how much her father would want him to stay this way. And for that, he felt grateful that the two of them broke up. Because this time, he had time to consider a different approach. And he took it. When taking so much of Woodrow's thick and creamy cum in both the mouth and the ass, Caleb would never want to keep away from such an exciting adventure.
He moaned louder than ever. "I want you to fuck me for as long as you want!"
Woodrow didn't stop. "Oh, I will."
Caleb felt so gentle and vulnerable in that dress. "Please don't stop!"
They spent the next few minutes hugging each other as Woodrow demonstrated his authentic authority. Caleb shrieked so much that he could have very well exhausted his vocal cords. Both men bounced up and down on the bed. Temperatures had risen, and the bed's creaking grew louder. The height of their relationship lasted as long as it could.
Caleb screamed. "Oh!"
The two men collapsed on the bed. They lay beside each other with seat on their skin. The bedroom had grown silent once more. The adrenaline had finally vanished, resulting in a good time to relax. Caleb, who finally had his hole unplugged by the cock, could feel the semen spilling out of him at this moment. The eighteen-year-old Thai man didn't mind it. He was thrilled to be the obedient one in the presence of a powerful gentleman.
Woodrow kissed him on the forehead. "I'm glad that my daughter found someone like you."
Caleb sighed in a womanly manner. "I feel the same way."
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The man in the white dress didn't clean himself just yet. He stepped outside and stood on the balcony. He still had cum drying up on his legs, but he ignored it. He gazed at the Pacific horizon, where the sun made its descent. Dana Point would soon be engulfed in the shrouds of the night. Caleb observed the beach in the distance. The waves had grown larger, while the pedestrians on the sand had already made their exit. Only the seagulls roamed the coast.
Woodrow joined the young man on the balcony. He wore his bathrobe as he observed the beautiful view.
"Life is good."
Caleb smiled. "Yes, it is."
He gave Woodrow a hug. They embraced on the balcony. The cold temperature didn't faze them at all.
Caleb never let go of his girlish mannerisms. Wearing a dress while being held by his new lover made him want to stick around for a lot longer. He hoped that he would visit his ex-girlfriend's father more often. And when he did, he hoped that he would always look adorable in whatever the other man wanted him to wear. | literotica |
Title: Mature Sister in Law Pt. 02
Tags: sister, brother, incest, taboo
*Part 2, continuing where part 1 ended. It might be a while before I get time to continue again, but didn't want to leave Amy hanging!*
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James and Amy held each other tightly, relinquishing the soft kiss finally, and just holding tight. He was reeling from the moments before, trying to process what had just happened. The boldness of his sister in law was not something he could have ever imagined, and the memory of how incredible her sucking his cock felt was keeping him somewhat aroused. Amy slowly gyrating her pantied crotch against him was not hurting either. He stroked the back of her neck and tilted her head to kiss her again. She probed again with her soft tongue, James tucking away the knowledge that she must really like that. His hands lowered down along her hips and then around for the first time to her shapely ass, squeezing her cheeks hard and pulling her tightly against him.
Amy moaned into his mouth as she felt the tip of his cock mashed against her. She was beyond turned on, and everything that was happening was adding to her lusty needs. Her nipples grazing against James' chest felt like little tingly little sparks that found their way to her burning pussy, and she tried to move to get his cock pressed near her clit. She tried to suck his tongue into her mouth, and was a bit surprised when he broke the kiss and turned her around facing away from him. He had one hand on her stomach and the other she felt fumbling around near her bottom, then felt him pulling his semi-erection up and pressing it's length against her. He pulled her backward, pressing between her ass cheeks, and she started to slowly move up and down grinding against him.
James' hands were rubbing her body now, fingertips dragging slowly up her stomach and across the underside of her slightly sagging breasts, grazing her rock hard nipples. Up slowly to the nape of her neck, caressing behind her earlobes. She pushed her ass harder against him, reaching back to pull his hips and trying to nestle his cock deeper into her crack. His fingertips were making their way back down, softly brushing the sides of her breasts, then pushing them firmly together. She felt his hot breath on her neck and shivered when she felt his tongue licking up to her earlobe, taking it between his lips...her tingling nipples in his fingers now, pinching, pulling. Amy let go of James' hip and started to move one hand to her neglected mound. She made it to the top of her panties, but as she started to press downward toward her aching clit, his hand covered hers and pulled it away.
"No" he whispered, "that's for me."
Amy cooed softly, and moved her hand up to her breast, squeezing hard as she felt his fingers trace over her swollen cuntlips, moving downward until he was cupping her full mound in his hand. He felt the hotness radiating from her sex, and began squeezing her fleshy mound through her panties, pressing his middle finger firmly until he felt her panty slipping into her hot slit. Kissing her neck, he stroked slowly and firmly up and down, pressing deeper into her and watched as she brought both hands to her heaving breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples hard. Amy moved her hips up and down between his cock and his finger.
"oh yes!" His finger pressed into her lips, putting pressure on her swollen clit. He felt the little nub, and focused there, pressing his finger firmly against her and letting her move and rub against him. Amy spread her feet a little, arching her back as she ground into his cock. She was getting closer, breath catching as she rocked against his probing finger. So close...
James felt the change in her movements, her trying to force his fingers against her clit, and he thought he felt a little wetness even through her panties. He'd been worried about recovering earlier, but there was no doubt about that now as he was completely hard.
"So close" Amy said softly. "Keep doing that...I need to cum so bad!"
James smiled. She was going to cum, but not yet. He pushed his finger downward and rubbed harder toward her opening, feeling her wetness starting to come through her panties. She whimpered softly, arching her back trying to get his fingers back pressing on her clit. He didn't let her, but walked her to the edge of her bed. She started to turn around, but he pushed her gently forward over it, then reached down and grasped behind her right knee, lifting her leg up to the bed. Amy took the hint and climbed up on her knees in front of him, and James just stared for a moment. One side of her panties had ridden up her ass and lower, they were still pressed between her lips, a little darker damp spot was there. She was on her elbows, breasts hanging below her and jiggling slightly as she adjusted.
Stroking his throbbing cock a few times, James reached out and grabbed her hips kissing up the back of one leg to her inner thigh, then licking slowly up and tracing the edge of her panty along her labia and up along her inner cheek spread open with her knees wide and back slightly arched. She shook softly at his touch. He hooked her panties with is fingers, and very slowly pulled them over her ass like he was opening a present. Light wispy hairs came into view followed by her light colored asshole. He stopped, leaning in and kissing the edge of her ass cheek, licking it softly and pulling himself back, slowly lowering and seeing the little patch of flesh before her sweet opening, watching as her lodged panties started pulling from between her lips, light brown pubes not really covering their pinkish blush. Further down, arching her back more, her cunt parted more, beautiful larger inner labia spread almost as if her clit was pulling them with it's tiny erection.
Amy was aware of how completely she was exposed now as he pulled her panties down further. She moved her knees closer so he could remove them completely, then spread them out again, feeling the cool air against her open sex. Goosebumps now as her head pressed into the comforter, and she felt his hands again on her fleshy ass, squeezing and spreading, the edge of his hand moving to the center and brushing it's length against her puckered hole and downward through her wetness until he reached the little dark pink nub of her clitoris. Using her silky wetness, he rubbed his thumb slightly under it before pressing against gently. James watched her shudder slightly, her cunt and asshole convulsed at his touch. Hearing her moan softly into the bed he leaned forward, pressing his pointed tongue directly into her little open pussy, pushing as far inside her as he could manage. His free hand found her right tit and worked under it squeezing roughly as his tongue probed her musky cunt. Moving his other hand to his cock, he stroked slowly as he sucked one of her outer lips into his mouth, then moved to the other, licking the inner lips as he moved back and forth. James dropped to his knees, and pushed Amy's knees further apart so he could easily reach her.
He said to her, "give me your hands." She did, reaching back alongside her knees, head still buried in the bed comforter. He took them and places them across her ass and inner thighs.
"Spread for me."
Amy moaned. She felt so dirty and exposed, and she found herself loving it, wanting him to see her this way, her most intimate openings hopelessly exposed to him. She felt his fingers pressing against her pussy again and gasped as she felt first one and then a second press slowly inside her cunt. He slowly pushed them in and out a few times then removed them to her bewilderment. Then she felt them touch her lips, and she opened them, licking her own wetness from his fingers then sucking them into her mouth.
"mmmmm" she said. She had tasted herself before masturbating, but never like this, and she found she liked it and wanted more.
She felt his wet tongue again, dipping inside her opened pussy even deeper now that she was spread so brazenly open for him. Then down, the flat of his tongue pushing against her wet, pink flesh, grazing slowly across her little hard nub. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it softly in and out, tapping on the tip of it with his tongue. His hands under her tits again, mashed into the bed, finding her nipples and squeezing them firmly. She breathed in hard, catching her breath as he sucked hard on her inner lips, then dipped his tongue inside her again. James started licking back and forth, pressing inside her wet hole, then down to her clit to flick it gently. Amy was panting now in short little breaths, the sweet pressure of orgasm building closer and closer. She pulled her hands harder as he took her clit into his mouth again and felt his fingers pushing inside her. Two, then three stretching her wet hole. Then they were gone again, his tongue flicking softly and his fingers back to her lips. She moaned loudly, sucking her juices from him again. He licked upward slowly again, stopping to push in and out of her several times. James moved his hand back and ran his thumb against her wet opening, pulling her wetness down and started to rub it in tiny circles against her clitoris. Amy was so close now, his tongue fucking her slowly, then it was gone again. Then back, this time flicking her perineum, back to her underlips. Up again, further, now flicking against her quivering asshole.
"Oh God, yes" Amy squealed.
He rubbed her clit a little harder, flicking her little hole and wetting it with spit. She felt his tongue back in her pussy, probing, licking and sucking her inner lips. She felt pressure against her ass, then shuddered as his finger entered her slowly, suddenly aware of her pussy and ass convulsing softly. She pushed back against him as he took her clit into his mouth again, sucking first gently then slowly harder.
Amy was panting softly now.
"Yes...yes...yes" she moaned, in rhythm with his finger sliding inside her most intimate opening. James sucked harder, pulling her clit into his mouth, and fluttered his tongue against it. She shuddered hard as her orgasm swept through her, gasping loudly.
"Ahhhhhh! Ohhhh don't stop...suck it!" She said. He did, continuing the fluttering, feeling her soft convulsions around his probing finger. Amy moved her hands, grasping her breasts and pinching her aching nipples hard as she shuddered hard and came, not sure if this was the same orgasm or another one, not caring.
James slowly removed his finger from her tight asshole, and continued to lick and suck on Amy's glistening cuntlips, licking up all her juices as she came down. She finally pushed herself forward and lay flat on her stomach, panting less now and almost unaware of anything but her cunt throbbing in rhythm with her heartbeat. James stroked his cock to full hardness again, surprised at the amount of pre-cum dribbling from the tip as he stared lustily at the beautiful site in front of him. Amy wasn't moving, but her breathing had finally calmed down as he kneeled onto the bed behind her, straddling her legs and lying down gently on top of her, moving upward until she felt the head of his cock against her soft ass. | literotica |
Title: Bed of Roses
Tags: waiting feel, circled nipple, raised leg, long slim, pulling face, ice bucket, making gasp, glass champagne, bottle champagne, back kissed
He pushed her gently through the open door, making sure that her eyes were completely covered. Manoeuvring her through the small apartment, he ushered her into the dimly-lit bathroom and closed the door behind them.
“Open”, he said, uncovering her eyes. He watched her blink several times as her eyes adjusted to the change of lighting, and then watched as she broke out in a wide smile. She threw her arms around him and pressed her lips firmly against his.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“You are the BEST boyfriend in the world, did you know that?” She kissed him again and then looked around their small bathroom. There were candles everywhere, the flames creating flickering patterns on the white tiled walls. Rose petals had been scattered all over the floor, and the tub was full with steaming water and frothy bubbles.
“That’s not all.” He winked and opened one of the cabinets, emerging seconds later with two glasses and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. He popped the cork and poured, handing a glass over to her. She took it gladly and sipped, savouring the crisp taste and the feel of the bubbles against her tongue.
“Well, you have thought of everything!”
He smiled, and took the glass out of her hands. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her softly, tasting the champagne on her lips. Pulling away, he looked at her face; the beautiful brown eyes, the well sculpted bone structure, and the full, pouty pink mouth. He had fallen in love with those features over two years ago, and never tired of seeing them. With slow, well-practised hands, he began to undress her; uncovering the body that, despite having seen hundreds of times before, still thrilled him. He unbuttoned her white shirt, letting it fall to the tiled floor and then, after removing her shoes, slid off her jeans. He stepped back, away from her, drinking in every inch of her slim body now encased only in a lacy white bra and matching thong.
“What are you staring at?”
“I don’t know, but it’s sexy as hell.”
She smiled, her lips parting to reveal straight white teeth. “How about if I took this off?” She traced the material of her bra with one finger; running it lightly over a nipple. She met his gaze and ran her tongue over her lower lip slowly. Hooking a thumb under each strap, she lowered them down her arms, until her breasts threatened to spill out over the edges of the cups. Removing her arms from the straps, she held the flimsy garment against her breasts, grinning as she teased him.
“Hey, who’s birthday is it? Yours or mine?”
She laughed at his little joke and kissed him again as he moved closer. His hands moved slowly up and down her back, finally resting at the fastening of her bra. With ease, he snapped it open and felt it slip down between their bodies to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. He pulled her closer, feeling her breasts crush against his chest. He slid his hands down her back again, letting them rest on the swell of her buttocks. He gave them a playful squeeze and laughed as she protested loudly. He hooked his fingers into the soft waistband of her thong and pulled down, allowing her to help him with their removal. Satisfied that his woman was completely naked, once again he stepped away and looked at her.
She rolled her eyes and crossed the bathroom. Grabbing an elastic hair band, she gathered up her long dark hair and tied it up in a loose knot on the top of her head. She picked up her glass of champagne and took another sip, eying her boyfriend over the rim of her glass. “Well, what next?”
He didn’t answer for a second, his attention was directed elsewhere. His gaze travelled the whole length of her body. Her small delicate feet, her toenails painted a deep red. Her long, slim, lightly-tanned legs and smooth slender thighs. Her womanly hips and flat, toned stomach. He allowed himself a while longer when his gaze rested on her breasts. Perfect; not too big, yet full and firm. They had yet to show a single trace of aging, sitting pert and proud topped with pink nipples that were not quite erect. He pried his eyes away and continued the ascent of his journey of her body; up over her delicate collarbone, up her long slim neck, finally stopping again at her lovely oval face. He crossed the room to her, and took her hand in his. He helped her step into the large deep bath tub, and knelt down beside it as she settled down.
“Aren’t you coming in with me?”
“No, you just enjoy it.”
“I’d enjoy it more if you were in here with me,” she said, but looked as if she didn’t care either way. She lay back, luxuriating in the bubbles, her glass of champagne held loosely in the hand that she kept dangling over the side of the tub. She closed her eyes and smiled as she heard soft music begin to play. Chris DeBurgh’s Lady in Red. She raised her leg and wiggled her toes, showing him her painted toenails. She heard him laugh, and giggled herself; mainly at his choice of cheesy love song.
He listened as she sang along, slightly off-key. Laughing, he reached out and stroked her soft hair, brushing aside the strands that had escaped from captivity. He got to his feet and leant down to kiss her forehead. “Come into the bedroom when you’re done in here, I have another surprise for you.” He left the room, ignore her excited questioning.
He only had to wait five minutes until he heard the bathroom door open and the sound of damp feet padding along the hallway. He smiled at her impatience and sat down on the edge of their double bed. He watched the door as it opened and she slipped inside, her beautiful face lighting up as she drank in her surroundings. Every flat surface was cluttered with candles which made the walls, painted a deep red, seem to glow. She ran over to the window where two dozen red and white roses were artfully arranged in a crystal vase.
“God, I love you, you gorgeous man!”
She ran across the room, wrapping her bath towel tighter around her body and jumped onto his lap, causing them both to be sent sprawling backwards. She covered his mouth with her own and kissed him deeply, her hands finding their way to his dark blonde curls. Her damp body, still encased in an even damper towel, was pressed hard against him; their legs entangled.
“Hey! You’re making me all wet!”
“I could say the same about you.”
He laughed and gently pushed her away. “I’ll go and get the champagne” he said, as he got to his feet, panting slightly from the ferocity of her kisses. He winked at her and left the room quickly, eager to return.
She watched him leave, and then noticed that he’d spread rose petals all over their bed too. She smiled and scrambled to her feet. She let her towel fall to the ground and reached up to untie her hair, watching in the mirror as it tumbled around her shoulders in long glossy waves. She positioned herself on the bed, in what she thought to be a seductive pose. However, it didn’t last long as, on his return, she burst into a fit of giggles. He walked through the door completely naked, his lean body listening with moisture; his modesty protected only by the ice bucket that held their bottle of champagne.
“Isn’t that cold?”
“It’s freezing, now shut up.”
“You forgot the glasses!”
“We won’t be needing glasses.”
He set the bucket down on the floor beside their bed and positioned himself over her. He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her lightly. She responded greedily, parting his lips with her tongue; causing their mouths to mesh together tightly. After a minute or so, he forced himself to pull away; he smiled at her disappointed face, and then lowered his lips to her throat. He traced his lips slowly over the vulnerable skin, glad to hear her low groans of appreciation. His hands travelled down her body to rest on her hips as his lips moved down over her collarbone. With another quick kiss, he knelt up between her legs, shaking his head as she moved to sit up with him. She frowned and leant back on her elbows, watching him through slightly narrowed eyes. He smiled and moved slowly down the bed.
Gently, he took one of her feet into his hands, rubbing the underneath slowly and firmly with his thumbs. He rubbed harder as he heard her moan and fall back against the pillows. He lifted the foot slightly and bent his head, kissing the soft skin near the underneath of her toes. With his tongue, he lightly traced a line up and down the underneath of her foot, causing her toes to curl. He raised her leg higher, pushing it up over his shoulder. With feather-light kisses, he kissed his way up her slender calf, over her knee, and up along the inside of her thigh. He heard her breathe in deeply as his lips moved closer towards her neatly trimmed pubic hair, only to breathe out again in frustration as he stopped, and moved down to administer the same treatment to her other foot and leg.
Only this time, he didn’t stop when he reached the top of her thigh. She lowered her leg, curling it around his back as he kissed her pussy lips softly. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel his fingers part her lips, and his tongue to find its way to her clitoris. But, that didn’t happen; inside his lips moved upwards towards her stomach. She opened her eyes and raised her head impatiently.
“You’re a fucking tease, do you know that?”
“Oh, shut up, you impatient cow. You know what they say.”
“What? That men are bastards?”
“No,” he replied, kissing up over her stomach, lifting his body until his face was level with hers. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Oh …”
“No, you naughty girl,” he slapped her hand away gently as it moved down between their bodies, reaching for his stirring cock. “Don’t do that, just lie back and behave.”
She did as he asked and lay back as he kissed between her breasts. With the thumb of one hand, he circled her nipple slowly, and with the other reached down into the ice bucket, retrieving a single, melting ice cube. Smiling at her, he pressed the cold cube against her nipple, making her gasp. He ran it lightly over her breast, the droplets of water glistening on her tanned skin. He moved the ice cube slowly over to the other nipple, gliding it slowly across the little bud that hardened instantly. He slipped the ice cube into his mouth and moved up to kiss her, feeling her cold, hard nipples against his chest. They kissed, tongues pushing together, the ice melting in the heat that their mouths were creating. He pulled away again, cool water running down his chin, dripping down onto her chest. He reached down beside the bed again, this time returning with the half-full bottle of champagne. He dribbled some into her mouth, licking away the liquid that spilled over her lips. Sitting up slightly, he held the cold bottle against her stomach, enjoying her squeals of protest. Tipping the bottle, he poured a steady stream over her chest, watching as the bubbly golden liquid flowed over her swollen pink nipples. Quickly he bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking at it gently, savouring the sharpness of the champagne mixed with the delicious flavour of her skin. He circled the nipple with his tongue, sucking and biting at it gently; moving his mouth across to her other breast as he felt her fingers run through his hair and her little moans get louder and louder.
“Would you like me to finish what I started a few minutes ago?”
“Yes, please.”
He smiled at her whispered response, and replaced the bottle, picking up another ice cube.
“No! Not down there!”
He ignored her, and positioned himself between her readily parted legs. He pushed them further apart, and bent his head to kiss her pussy. He ran his tongue up and down her pouty outer lips, and then with his thumbs, spread them open to reveal her deep pinkness. Her clit was already hard, poking out from beneath its little hood, eager for attention. Glad to oblige, he pressed the smuggled ice cube against the sensitive nub, causing her to cry out; her legs trying to push together to combat the cold. He tortured her for a little while longer, rubbing the ice cube over her clit, watching it melt; the water running down her pussy in tiny rivulets. Knowing that she couldn’t take anymore, he lowered his head and took her hard little clit between his lips, sucking it firmly; his hands spreading her pussy open even wider. He licked at her harder as she raised her hips towards his face, his tongue moving down from her clit to the opening of her vagina. He dipped his tongue inside slightly, tasting her musky juices, and then began to lap at her; his tongue flicking in and out of her pussy while his thumb continued to rub at her clit. She was thrusting her hips now, practically fucking his tongue; needing to feel it deeper inside of her. As he heard her the pace of her breathing quicken, he quickly replaced his tongue with two fingers; pushing them in and out of her as fast as he could manage, while his lips moved back up to her clitoris. As she approached her orgasm, he felt her hands on his head; gripping his hair, pulling his face closer into her pussy as she ground herself against his fingers and tongue.
“Mmm, that was nice.”
He smiled, running his tongue along her soft pussy lips again, tasting the sharp sweetness of her come. Pushing himself onto his knees, he looked down at her flushed, smiling face. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it towards her face. Her eyes never leaving his, she took two of his fingers between her lips and sucked at them slowly; tasting herself.
“Taste good?”
“Mmm, I’d rather be sucking on something else though.”
“Not tonight, you can do that tomorrow if you must.”
He took his cock, which was only semi-hard, into his hand and started rubbing it with hard, firm strokes. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him; something she had always enjoyed. She watched as it swelled in his hand, the wide red tip glistening with pre-come. She wanted to lean down and lick it off, but decided against it, as he had warned her not to. Instead, she reached down between her own legs with one hand and, with her index and ring finger, spread herself open, using her middle finger to slowly, lazily circle her hard, swollen clit.
“So impatient, aren’t you?”
She laughed and moved her hand away as he moved closer, cock still in his hand. He lined it up with the entrance of her pussy and pushed, just the head of his cock, inside her. He pulled back again, teasing her with the tip of his dick. He wanted to hear her ask to be fucked. After a couple of shallow thrusts, he got what he wanted.
“Please, just fuck me.”
He couldn’t deny her, especially not on her birthday. Gripping hold of her waist, he pushed his cock deep inside her, savouring the sensation of the walls of her tight wetness gripping him. She raised her hips to meet his every thrust, their pelvic bones grinding together as he slid his hard cock in and out of her; pounding her pussy with hard, fast strokes. He leant forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, while his hands manoeuvred her legs over his shoulders once again, allowing him to enter her more deeply.
She pushed forward, her legs tightening their grip around his neck. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, crying out as he bit down softly on her breast. He was banging in and out of her, slamming his cock deep into her pussy, making her gasp with every thrust. She could feel the orgasm building up inside of her; could feel the familiar tingling in her clit. He could feel it too.
“Turn over.”
She took a moment to calm her breathing and quickly turned over onto her knees, supporting her weight on her elbows.
“Spread your pussy for me.”
She did as he asked. Supporting herself with one arm, she reached down between her legs and spread herself open wide, waiting to feel him inside her again.
“Wider.”
He watched as she opened herself up for him; saw how wet she was and how far her clit was protruding from its hood. From experience, he knew that she wouldn’t last much longer; he doubted he would either. Taking his cock in his hand again, he rubbed the tip against her clit and over her fingers; teasing her once again. Then, without warning he thrust inside her, knocking her off balance. Grabbing her hips to both steady her and support himself, he pounded his cock hard and fast in and out of her cunt. He listened to her loud groans of approval and picked up the pace; slamming himself in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh God,”
She cried out as she orgasmed, a long guttural shout as he continued fucking her. He felt her pussy get even slicker as she came, coating his cock with her juices; her pussy contracting around him. With one last thrust, he exploded, coming hard and fast inside her; releasing long spurts of his warm thick come into her cunt. With a loud grunt, he fell down on top of her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He brushed her long, damp hair away from her shoulder and kissed the smooth skin that was glistening with moisture.
“That was a nice birthday present.”
He smiled, listening to her slow panting, and rolled over onto his back, lifting his arm as she snuggled in against his chest. Stroking the soft skin of her arm, he kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair and falling in love all over again.
“Feels like it’s my birthday, too.”
She tilted her head and they kissed, softly and slowly. She pulled away, a sly smile spreading across her lips.
“Hmm, well, it’s your birthday next month. I’ll just have to see what surprises I can come up with.” | literotica |
Title: Campus - Strain: NO ID (ACT II of II) by Riddler
Tags: Bull, Donkey, Feet, Forced, M/M, M/M/M, Monkey, Musk, Orca, Panther, Reptile, Rimjob, Rimming, Shark, Sweat, Transformation, Werewolf, Wolf
"...AN ID, SOMEONE GIVE ME THEIR FUCKING ID." Kevin screamed.
I stood there gazing down the hall in fear. Josh, who was now a massive Shark, lead the charge; his deep black eyes stared directly at me. The Monkey, Orca, and Reptile closely followed. What had they become? The four boys around me scrambled, a couple shirtless, myself wearing only my shower towel. I could smell their sweat, our aroma was driving the animals wild. We were panicking. All we needed was an ID...
I left mine in my room. Kevin was searching his pockets - nothing. The Shark was gaining, its large claws hammering down the hall. Someone had to have one, ANYONE! PLEASE!
Kevin scrambled pushing through us, hands shoved across my hot chest as we all backed further into a corner. There was no escape. I braced myself for impact behind Scott and Matt's sweaty bodies. The Shark's arms extended towards us. This was the end.
My eyes clenched tightly as I felt the aftermath of the Great-White crash into us. I was knocked to the floor - my eyes shot open, my arms pushed out off the ground. A scaly foot was placed on my back, claws wiggled into my muscles; I gasped. My chest hit the floor, writhing in my own sweat, the Reptile had me pinned. I could only watch what was happening to the others. Kevin and Matt were tossed to the ground by the Shark, his large body holding them down. They were pressed tightly on their backs, the beast pushed into their chests. The Monkey threw Mitch down, his legs flew into the air as it sat on his chest. Scott stood in-front of me, his pleas were muffled by the Orca's large hand as he was pushed his knees. The clawed toes left my backside, I tried to crawl, but I was raised by the ribs. Scaled hands clenched me tight. I was propped to my hands and knees. I couldn't move... he was too strong. A forked tongue flicked on my ear.
"...mmMM-LET GO OF ME!" Scott screamed through the Orca's hand.
"Mmmm..." The Orca's voice hummed. "Not yet..." A smile curved up its smooth face, pushing Scott closer to me; he whimpered, feet struggling behind his knees. The Reptile grasped my jaw, holding me upright pointing at Scott's shorts. No... oh no, please...
"Mmmmm... Yessss..." It hissed into my air, "You're going to enjoy thissss..." Its voice vibrated deeply, its breath stroked my ear. My nose was inches from Scott's crotch. His arms were shackled by the Orcas grasp; its knees jutting into his back. Abs tensed on his nude upper body, sweat rolled down his chest. His loose shorts dangled in font of me, his crotch occasionally brushed my nose and lips. I could feel his heat stir behind the fabric. I was locked in place, the Reptiles grip was firm. My towel hung loosely around my hips, the Reptiles other hand freely stroked my ass. I averted my gaze, I couldn't look at what stood before me.
I looked to the Shark... Kevin and Matt were pushing, kicking, sliding their hands across the Shark's moist skin. It only encouraged him to grunt and moan, it seemed to enjoy their struggle. His head lowered to their shorts, their half-naked bodies writhed. Using its powerful jaw in wild motions, he thrashed their shorts open with his teeth; the fabric split across the floor. It sniffed their crotches, inhaling the scent of their junk. Its nostrils flared as its ass began to move. He was thrusting against Kevin's groin... the large Shark-like cock lathering his leg up with pre.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Kevin screamed as the Shark's fluids seeped into his skin.
"Ohhh, yes..." it moaned above him, "You'll feel it soon... very... very soon!" It licked its lips.
"THE F-.. UGHH!" Kevin's legs tensed, his groin was soaked was pre, sweat covered his body. The Shark was thrusting wildly on-top his thigh. It's large tail slapped against the boy's feet.
"Yes, you can feel it... Give in to it... it feels delightful, doesn't it?" The words moaned through the Sharks lips.
"N....NO... UAGHHHHH." Kevin spasmed, his soaked cock swelled up fast. The soles of his feet tensed, I watched his toes curl... Matt was watching Kevin in horror, he looked down his chest, my gaze followed. His cock was lengthening, Kevin could only moan to the sensations. His human dick was changing, his ball-sack was filling out fast, darkening, turning more leathery. Pre spurted from his tip sloshing against the Sharks embrace. His dark cock pushed past his navel, lengthening below his chest. It looked more animalistic, the mushroom tip grew thicker. He threw his head back and groaned. But it didn't sound human... it sounded like a "HAW". He was transforming into a Donkey?!
I could smell his musky scent in the room, it was thickening by the minute. The Shark could too, it eased the hold it had on Kevin, bringing its free hand to his Donkey-like dick. He began to pump up and down the pre-soaked shaft. The Donkey "HAWWED" loudly as more pre began to spew from the cock's head. Kevin raised knees as his toes curled, darkening, his feet thickening. They contorted into hooves. His asshole was exposed, I could see it pulsating out into a thick animalistic ring, it throbbed. Fur sprouted along its ridge, quickly spreading around his body, up his sack. His skin held his dick to his groin by a sheath, covered by thick dark brown fur. Kevin's sweat soaked into his fur. His muscles throbbed, thickening, straining. His hooves brushed the Sharks thighs causing it to moan. His face began to push out, ears elongating. Kevin was mid-transformation when the Shark tore his hand from his donkey cock. He grasped the Donkey's hip, lifting his other hand off Matt for only a second, tossing the transforming Donkey onto Matt's body. Matt was pinned below, the Donkey's chest above, while the Shark stacked above the Equine.
"Hold him down." The Shark commanded.
Kevin couldn't fight it, his hands locked Matt's wrists to the floor, he leaned his transforming face into Matt's chest. His nose darkened, teeth blunted, fur spread along his leathery skin. The Shark glazed a finger up Kevin's asshole, circling around a nub that sprouted at the spine into a tail.
"Fuck him." The Shark demanded.
Kevin's thick cock bobbed in the air, pointing towards Matt's hole. His face was incredibly glossy.
"NO .... KEVIN... PLEASE .... NO!!!" Matt pleaded to the creature that was once Kevin above him.
"I.... I can't f-fight it...." He whinnied. "I'm sorry Matt....I-...I-...EEEHAWWW EEEHAWWW" Kevin couldn't control himself; pre spewed from his cock as he thrust it mid-air into Matt's hole, sucking on his pecks with his animalistic tongue.
"NO PL-" Matt choked as Kevin's thick member stretched his tight-asshole, slipping through in ease with it's lubricating fluids. His feet flew into the air, clenching tightly. Kevin surrendered to his wild lust. He bucked wildly, thrusting hard and fast into Matt. Matt groaned as Kevin grunted.
My eyes almost teared up... Not him too...
The Shark rubbed his own chest down his abs as he felt the Donkey gyrate into Matt. He grasped the Donkey's tail, lifting it gently, he could smell Kevin's thick musk. His nostrils flared as his other hand positioned his own dick towards the Donkey's hole. He thrust his drooling Shark-like cock into the Donkey's pucker. A loud "HAWW" escaped the Donkey's lips. All three of them were fucking. Three sets of thick moist balls slapped against bodies. The Donkey fucked harder, pushing his hole against the Shark's thrusts. Matt's muscles pulsed in ecstasy. His body hair was changing, thickening. Fur was spreading, sprouting from his asshole as he took the pounding. It crept up his abs, outlining the muscles, his body washed over with sweat. His muscles spasmed, I could see veins throbbing in his neck. His head threw back, grunting... growling?! His feet kicked wildly in the air as he was fucked harder and harder. The toes writhed in pleasure, the nails darkening, his legs becoming more digitigrade. He grew pads, his feet were becoming wolf-like. He howled in pleasure as his fingers dug into the carpet, his forearm muscles bulging in his strain. His fingernails grew into claws, fur spread from his armpits down his arms. His biceps bulged. His face pushed out into a muzzle as he snarled in ecstasy, his nose darkened. His canines were bare. His new long tongue lolled out of his mouth as his body thumped against floor. The beasts fucked wildly together. The Shark supported Matt's wolf-like feet as he thrust hard into Kevin. Kevin's hands grasped Matt's chest as he pumped into his wolf pucker. Matt's cock began to change, darkening, turning red. The base was swelling into a knot, his skin attached to his cock, forming a furry sheath. The knot pushed out, his tip swelled with leaking pre. He was fully consumed by the transformation. The loud groans and cries made me stir, it looked ...so ...sexy. What was I thinking?!
I snapped out of the hypnotic gaze... my eyes caught Mitch. The Monkey was scrambling around his body, tearing at his clothes-throwing them to the side as he squirmed below.
"I'm so hard right now..." The Monkey's cock squeezed a strand of pre, it drooled along Mitch's abs. "...And soon you will be too! Hehe-haha!" He ripped Mitch's shorts open, the soft penis exposed.
The Monkey sounded very familiar... like D-... It *was* Devon. He had been transformed too! Devon's muscular, *primal*, body pinned Mitch down, his furry toes grasping Mitch's biceps, holding them to the floor. His monkey-like hands stroked up Mitch's kicking legs, straitening them to the floor at the ankles. The Monkey's furry package bobbed above Mitch's face, the tail flicking playfully. Mitch could only shift his face away in disgust. The Monkey hollered in excitement, pre-spilling onto Mitch's chest as it crouched lower to him. Its bobbing ass above lowered closer to Mitch's face... the asshole quivered. Mitch shivered, fighting his urges, fighting the infection.
"TASTE ME! EH-HA HAHA!" The Monkey plunged its ass on Mitch's face; his screams were muffled as he tried to hold his tongue.
The pucker rubbed against his lips, the tail swished against his head. Mitch tried to hold back, but the musk was too intoxicating... I could see his trembling Jaw open. He gave in. His tongue pushed past his lips into the Monkey's quivering hole. The taste made him shiver. The slightest lick sent the Monkey howling in pleasure. It grabbed Mitch's feet with it's furry hands, bending his knees so he could suck on his toes. Mitch moaned beneath the Monkey's muscled ass. The primal tongue slithered along his feet, coating them in saliva, inhaling the delicious male aromas. Mitch was sweating... his body tensed, his abs squeezed... he was fighting the sensations. His dick began to swell, his balls were growing. His thickening member poked the Monkey's abs, pre slightly sticking to the fur. He couldn't last any longer. A cold shiver swept over his body. I watched him lift his neck, leaning his face into the Monkey's ass. His tongue ravished the hole. He licked the edges, sticking his moist tendril as far deep as it could, savoring the taste. He was making a weird noise... I couldn't see his face but I could hear him... purring? Mitch's throat was vibrating... The Monkey released its grip on his arms - they instantly shot up and grasped the Monkey's swaying ass. He clenched the cheeks with his fingers, black fur spread down his knuckles. His fingernails lengthened, turning black, claw-like, the tips puffed up. He vibrated with moans beneath the Monkey. His wet toes began to puff out over the Monkey's tongue, his legs shifting like the Donkey's. He gyrated his hips, his spine was growing a thin feline tail, sprouting black fur down its curling path. The Monkey enjoyed every bit of it, I could see his dick spurt pre everywhere. Mitch's muscled amplified as fur crept all along his curves until he was fully covered. His padded feet were now cat-like claws. The Monkey fondled with the toes, sucking on his calves. Mitch's cock was next as it bobbed between their two bodies. It lengthened, darkening, growing a sheath at it's base. His furry balls coursed with musk. His dick was taking on feline features, it was becoming faintly barbed. He had become a Panther. Through his sucking along the Monkey's pulsating hole and the Monkey's sucking on his legs their cocks spewed pre together. They were so close, the smell was thick. The cocks bobbed wildly. They were going to explode. It was all too soon that I was interrupted. The Orca pulled a hand from behind Scott. What did he do?
In the Orca's returning hand was a long glob of pre... He lathered it down Scott's abs, sliding the fingers into his shorts.
"NO PLEASE NOT ME, ANYTHING, I'LL DO ANYTHING..." He cried over the Orcas invading hand, struggling.
"You will do... *anything*..." The Orca laughed, his hand grasped inside Scott's shorts.
The fabric brushed against my face as the Orca began to stroke what was inside. Scott groaned in horror, the feeling was making him glossy. I tried to pull away, but my jaw was locked by the Reptile's claw.
"You will have your turn... jusssst be patient." His breath was hot on my ear.
I was sweating beyond limits... What were they going to do?! What was I going to become?!
I looked at Scott's face, he was lost in a haze of seduction. The Orca's webbed hand pulled out from his shorts, gently resting it on Scott's hip, the other hand placed opposite. A massive, growing bulge remained behind the fabric when the Orca's hand retreated. Scott had a massive erection. It was nearly touching my face.
"Ssssmell him... You will want it all... ssssoon." The Reptile pushed my face into his groin.
Scott moaned as my face was buried into his crotch. His crotch's stench was overwhelming, I nearly choked. The Orca gripped the rim of his shorts and pulled them down slowly. I felt the fabric slide along my face as it rubbed against his frontside. Scott couldn't help himself, he was slightly rubbing against me. The fabric tore below his thighs when the Orca tugged on it. His cock sprung free, slapping my face hard, I could feel pre leak across my cheek. The dick wasn't normal though... It slid along my face, wetly slapping my skin, it was long, had a pinkish flesh tone, and the tip was elongated. His balls were in a smooth dark sheath, but I could see them growing. Scott moaned...
"It f-feels... so good... I..." He clenched his eyes closed thrusting at me, "...I want more."
"Yessss..." The Reptile squeezed his claws around my throat, my lips parted in a struggle, I couldn't hold them shut!
"You will ssssuck him and join ussss..." I struggled against his words, but he pushed my face forward, rubbing my lips along the moist cock.
The Orca grasped Scott's transforming dick, directing it at my mouth. In a swift motion he pushed Scott forward as the Reptile pushed me. My lips met the cock's wet tip, I couldn't do anything about it. It slid past my lips, my mouth gaped to hold its size, I could feel veins pulsing to his arousal. He moaned intensely as he began to fuck my face. Pre squirted down my throat, I had no choice but to swallow it. I could feel my groin stir. It was happening to me... I didn't realize I was now sucking on his lengthening cock.
Sweat rolled down Scott's body, flicking onto my face between his thrusts. His male musk made my nostrils flare with euphoria, my eyes were hazy. I was getting the same glossy expression he had. I felt so carefree. It felt so good. What was I thinking?! I was transforming on the inside. Gay sexual images ate away at my rational thoughts. All I could think about was pleasuring this growing dick in my mouth. His cock's head enlarged in my mouth, I was nearly gagging. The tip secreted pre everywhere on my insides. I could see the skin around his abs darkening, his body was beginning to change. His abs pulsed, throbbed, and grew. His chest spasmed in his thrusts, muscle thickened and spread. The Reptile took this moment to slice a hole into my towel as I was bent over. I wanted him to touch me, I wanted everything from him. I could feel his lizard snout brush my throbbing ass, my muscles were tingling. I happily bobbed it in the air, inviting him. I felt wild. He placed his claws on my hips, tearing the remaining towel off, exposing me. His tongue snaked out of his mouth into my hole, I could only moan through my suction. His fluid tongue entered my shuddering hole, licking around the edge, pushing further and further in. I shivered. My whole body was tingling from the inside. What was happening to me?!
New sweat rolled along my exposed ass and down my legs, the tops of my feet brushed the carpet. My toes were curling from the pleasurable rim job the Reptile was giving me. I grunted as my cock swelled hard. I could feel the changes in my package. My balls were swelling, my dick was thickening as it grew. I couldn't see it, but the feeling was beyond imaginable. I looked up Scotts dark abs, his skin had taken on a similarity to the other Orca. A tail poked between his ass cheeks. His thigh muscles pulsed, his calves throbbed. His muscles tensed as he thrust into my mouth. The Orca behind him began to suck on his neck while an unseen hand moved something behind Scott. It was so sudden, but Scott's Orca tail flew up to the other Orca's shoulder, and Scott had been thrusted into. The other Orca's large, pre soaked cock, filled Scott's ass. He was being fucked, and hard. I could feel his cock push harder into my mouth between his poundings. It was throbbing for release.
Just as Scott was being fucked from behind, the Reptile's tongue vanished from my seduced pucker; strands of saliva bridged between his tongue and my asshole. His clawed hands positioned my ass, the thumbs spreading my aching muscled cheeks. I couldn't wait for my fucking. My heart throbbed in excitement. His large, rigged, Reptilian dick pushed into me, I cried in pleasure, Scott's dick probed the back of my throat. I was being fucked from both ends, I could feel them slide in and out of me. Finally. It felt so fucking good. The lizard thrust into me hard, its scaly groin slapped against my ass hard, its moans hissed deeply. I could feel my changes accelerate. My feet kicked uncontrollably, I could feel my toes fusing together, forming a harder surface: hooves. The muscles around my legs bulged, becoming digitigrade. My abs tightened, my chest thickened. I slammed a fist into the ground while I sucked off Scott's Orca dick harder. My fingers fused as well, becoming two thick digits and a thumb. Fur spread from my musky armpits down my pulsing arms. It was dark brown, nearly black, I could feel it spread from my ass-crack up my back. I felt so beastly, feeling myself transform made me incredibly hard. The leathery skin around my throbbing member formed into a sheath. It pushed past its limits, growing longer and thickening. I could feel the power within it. My balls slapped between my thighs heavily in our mass fucking. I snorted in pleasure. My face was pushing out, my thick lips invited Scott in more. I could feel nubs growing into horns on my head, my ears were lengthening. I wanted more... I wanted to cum - freely - without a care. I wanted to taste Scott... drink him down. I wanted the Reptile to burst inside me...
I looked up to Scott's transforming face, he was definitely becoming an Orca as well. My nose blackened, flattening out, I could only grunt and snort to the new sensations. New smells filled my senses. I looked around the room to the other orgies. The images only made my balls churn.
The Shark, Donkey, and Werewolf were fucking madly. I could each set of balls pull in tighter and throb. The Wolf was first, its knot swelled hard and pulsed. It howled with power as its Wolf-like cock spasmed, shooting a massive load up its chest fur. The Donkey brayed loudly, thrusting into the Wolf's pucker, holding his bucked hips tightly into the Wolf's ass. He heaved hard, braying, Donkey cum spewed inside the Wolf. It seeped out the edges, thick globs fell to the floor. The Shark thrust into the Donkey just as hard, spewing his load inside. It grunted loudly, pounding a few more spurts out of all three of them. I could smell their mixing cum and sweat. My eyes were rolling.
The Monkey and Panther's cocks spasmed in sequence through their sucking on each other. The Panther's face buried deeply into the Monkey ass, as the Monkey sucked it's Panther toes, fondling his legs. Their shafts stiffened, cum burst from the tips. The cum streams crossed paths as it lathered their bodies up. They slumped together, wildly groping one another.
The mixing smells in the air funneled into my Bull-like nose. I was transformed into a Bull. I could feel it, I was strong, powerful, and lusty. I could feel Scott's dick throb in my throat, he was going to explode. I couldn't wait, I sucked him off eagerly. My own dick throbbed to its limits, I could feel my climax. The Reptile and Orca behind Scott howled together in sequence. The other Orca climaxed into Scott, causing him to buck hard into me, arching his back. I could feel the lizard cock twitch inside me, filling me up, he came into me hard. I had never felt this before. His dick sloshed the cum fluids inside me, hitting my prostate over and over. I bellowed, my own hand reaching down to grasp my thick Bull-cock. Scott grunted hard, the Orca behind him fondled his pecks. He put a hand to his cock in my lips and squeeze. He came hard into my mouth, I uncontrollably swallowed all of it, wave after wave. Small amounts squeezed past my lips to the floor, splashing across his Orca-toes. The Reptile's soft claws reached down my ass, one hand grabbing my tail, caressing it, the other fondled my large bovine balls. The pleasure was too much. I bellowed, my cock spasmed, I couldn't contain it in my hand. It whipped under my abs; cum spewed in thick hot streams along the floor, our feet, and our hands.
I was spent, I sat there breathing hard, moaning to the aftermath. Scott pulled out of my mouth with a wet "POP", as did the lizard. The other Orca pulled out of Scott and he turned, the two embraced, groping and kissing each other. The Reptile was stumbling away from me, down the hall. I snorted a roar, I felt so powerful, a few remaining spurts of cum shot out of me. I fell to the floor, licking a few cum trails. I tasted myself, I was delicious. I followed the trail to Scotts toes. I sucked the cum off his feet. I could see the other beasts pulling out of each other as they glossily fondled one another. They were leaving...
The room smelled heavily of animalistic musk, other scents filled my head though. It was as if I could see where it was coming from. Other boys, hiding, dwelling around the campus remained unchanged. A lust crawled over me. Scott's toes vanished, his footprints leaving moist cum stained imprints. He was leaving with the other Orca. I don't know why, but I got up on my hooves. I could feel a new purpose rising within me. I stumbled slightly, adjusting. My dick was beginning to throb. I needed to fuck... I needed to spread my cum...
I stammered down the hall; my hooves stepping through puddles of cum and sweat.
... They were all going to become animals. | FSE |
Title: Downsizing Ch. 08
Tags: transvestite, life changes
While Dani and Stacy had been getting ready they talked about Stacy's parents, and Keith, and how to fill them all in on the changes that were soon going to happen. Stacy called her parents to make sure of their schedules, and then she called the airline and booked two first class seats to New York City later that day. She called her parents back and gave them the departure time, and told them to hurry and pack for a couple days in The Big Apple. The flight to New York would land with just enough time for Ted to pick them up and bring them to the Hotel for dinner with Dani's parents. Dani had tried to get ahold of Keith, but he kept getting a messaging service rather than his brother. Resolved to just leave a message, Dani and Stacy concluded their phone calls then paged Ted.
Ted had the limo waiting at the front door when Dani and Stacy emerged from the hotel. Once the couple was inside Ted shut the door and scuttled around to get in; ready for any destination they desired. As he was ready to pull away from the hotel curb, he was certain the first destination would be the Empire State Building, owing to his past experience that the structure was almost always top on the site seeing list. The trip was a treat for Dani and Stacy, so they felt that since Ted was their driver for a month, the first day out should be a treat for him as well. Dani got the ball rolling asking, "Ted, why don't you show us around New York, the way you would if you were giving someone visiting you the proverbial 'Grand Tour."
Ted was so surprised by the comment that he had to make sure he heard correctly. "You know," he said, "I was already getting set to head straight for the Empire State Building, almost certain that it was what you wanted to see first."
"It is a sight we will want to see before we go home," Stacy replied, "but as this is a treat for us to be here, your treat for making sure we get to and from is being our tour guide today. So let's see New York from your eyes, OK?"
"Very well Ms. Pearson, it will be my pleasure," Ted responded, unable to suppress a grin of gratitude.
Ted gave the couple a tour of the city with an explanation of attractions at various locations throughout the city in case they wanted to revisit some of the sights later, to which they may spend some attraction time. He explained this way they could choose what interest them about the attractions, and decide if they had enough time to see everything they wanted during their stay in the city. As he was giving the tour, there were several shops that the Rich and Famous frequented for clothing, electronics, and souvenirs. He dutifully waited outside of some of the very same shops when they got the urge to see if they might find something they liked there.
The couple did make purchases in a few of the shops; they didn't want to stay too long in any of them so that Ted had more time for his tour of the city. When there was just enough time to get them back to the hotel and get to the airport to pick up Stacy's parents, he let the know. Back at the hotel there were a few bellboys looking anxious for something to do, not wanting to seem as if they were just standing around on the clock. Once the bags were out of the limo, they sent Ted onto the airport, and enlisted the help of the most nervous looking bellboy to bring the bags up to the room. At one point with her arm around Dani's waist, she slipped her hand down to the hem of her skirt, and started to lift it a bit until the top of Dani's stockings were showing. Dani had an idea of what was going on, he got confirmation as they heard the bellboy apparently stumbling to find his feet and Stacy trying to stifle a giggle. The bellboy was clearly embarrassed at his clumsiness; Stacy felt guilty, so once they got all the packages into the room she tipped him $200.00 for his troubles.
They had a few minutes to spare, so they put their new purchases away and got ready to meet Edwin and Ila in the lobby. Both felt it was a good idea to go with more of a casual dress rather than something you might see in an office setting. When they got to the lobby and met up with Edwin and Ila, clearly by the appearance of Dani's mother and father it was the right choice.
Stacy let Edwin and Ila know that her parents would be joining them tonight. When they entered the lounge, the hostess inquired to the size of the party, Dani and Stacy both replied six together, but Edwin corrected them, informing the hostess it would be seven or eight depending on if the last remaining guest brought a plus one. Once they ordered drinks Dani and Stacy excused themselves to go to the powder room.
They emerged from the ladies room 10 minutes later giggling like a couple schoolgirls and headed back to their seats. Dani stopped almost immediately once she looked up and saw the handsome blond man standing at the bar waiting for a drink. "That's Keith," she said. "I have an idea, let's go up to him as the bartender hands him his drink, I'll kiss him on the cheek, and each of us grab a hand, he'll be thrown for a loop not knowing it's me." Further giggling ensued as Stacy loved the idea.
As Keith took his glass from the bartender and turned to look for his family, Dani planted a freshly painted kiss on his right cheek. Grabbing his right hand and Stacy his left, he heard "Come with us handsome," from Dani. He neither recognized his brother's appearance or voice.
As they were dragging him to the table where their parents were they heard him say, "Sorry ladies, it can't be my lucky night tonight, because I'm meeting my family, but give me your numbers and tomorrow I'm free."
The three were right behind Edwin and Ila when Dani stopped the show, replying in a mock innocent tone, "Eww yuck Keith, if you got lucky tonight that would be incest." The comment stopped Keith dead in his tracks while Dani, Stacy, Edwin, and Ila got the first good laugh of the night. Their parents saw the evidence of Dani's kiss on her brother, and chided Keith for the first several minutes about trying to get two girls in bed on a night he had a prior family engagement. Keith, however, was still rooted in his spot mouth still hanging open, and yet to reply.
When Edwin invited him to sit down with the rest of them, Keith finally found the power to move his feet and try to remove the astonished look from his handsome face. No sooner had Keith sat down, did Ted spot them with Stacy's parents in tow. He showed them to the table with Dani's family, and informed them he'd be in his room should they need a ride anywhere. Dani informed him in reply that if they went anywhere the remainder of the night, they'd take the limo that Edwin had on standby, so he should enjoy the rest of the evening to himself. Ted nodded and excused himself from the rest of the group.
As Ted left, there was a moment of unnatural, awkward silence until Keith asked what was going on. Wayne and Ellen Pearson had just moments after Keith affirmed that they too would like to know what was happening. The tension was steadily growing until Edwin broke the silence and introduced Keith to Stacy, at which point Stacy introduced her parents to the group, and then introduced Dani to Keith, Wayne and Ellen. Stacy decided to stay on point and recited for her parents and Keith the circumstances that brought them all together in the hotel's lounge. Thirty minutes later there was still an awkward tension lingering over the table that the two families were sharing. Keith, Wayne and Ellen still had questions that they wanted to ask but Dani interrupted them.
"As you can see," Dani started, "there are going to be some big changes in our lives, but the most important is the reason that you are here is an impromptu informal engagement party. Stacy and I are planning on getting married, and before we go through any of the changes in our lives, we wanted everyone to know about the changes."
Wayne was having a lot of trouble taking in the information, and rather than clearing it up, it was causing his temper to reach a boiling point. Ellen had been noticing tell-tell signs of her husband losing his temper, and was whispering in his ear trying to calm him down. Keith was finally catching on and made a comment of "who's going to be the bride?" at which point Wayne finally lost it.
"I'll not pay to have some faggot wearing a dress marry my daughter!" His outburst drew the attention of several of the surrounding tables, but did nothing to relieve the tension at their own table. What his outburst did accomplish was to infuriate not only Dani and Stacy, but Edwin, Ila and Ellen were now as livid as the engaged couple.
Edwin being a man very proud of his two sons, in a hushed angry tone addressed Wayne Pearson. "Mr. Pearson, I am not a man to take things lightly that have life altering scenarios. My son has begun and endeavor that he's given much thought to, and turned his lemons into lemonade ten-fold. If you cannot be happy for the choices and decisions that our children have made, so be it. If my son and your daughter have the relationship that my wife and I have, they will be together until their dying day, and you will have missed out on the most important day of her life. If that is a regret that you can live with I urge you now to leave this table, and I shall make sure the airlines can put you on the first flight out. However, I will not see their day ruined by someone else's shallowness, and will walk Stacy down the aisle myself if she needs someone to do so."
Ellen would be heard too before Wayne could reply. "She's our only daughter, and she has found love and happiness, I will not be leaving this table without making sure that her happiness continues, and if you do stand up, you'll be going home alone, and I come home when I am good and ready. How DARE you make a scene after hearing what these two have gone through to persevere?"
Wayne sat back; several times he attempted to speak, but merely muttered some incoherent sounds. All eyes were on him for what felt like a year to the rest of the table, but it wasn't only Wayne that was trying to speak still looking for words. The surrounding tables had finally gone back to minding their own business when Keith finally got the words out of his mouth that he'd already said once, however an air of exasperation accompanied it this time when he finally blurted, "But who's going to be the bride?"
The tension was finally cut as they all had a laugh, Keith and Wayne only managed a chuckle each, but it was enough. Conversation picked up, they got the questions out that they wanted, and answers for the questions followed. Wayne wasn't convinced that it was the only way to handle the entire situation, but as his wife pointed out once they all got talking, they did trust Stacy's judgment. He also felt that if Dani's family trusted her judgment, then he should find a way to put his doubts aside, and look to the future. It wasn't his ideal resolution, but he'd be damned if he was going to let someone else walk his baby down the aisle.
Edwin was back in the festive spirit he'd been in when the latter three joined the table, and suggested a change in venue to a location that had a dance floor to make the engagement party complete. Drinks were charged to Wayne's card now that he was on board, taking the duty of Father of the Bride seriously at the prodding from Ellen. The group made their way to Edwin's limo, where the driver was given instructions to find a place they could celebrate the engagement party, not sure that they would be able to handle the New York club scene. The driver knew of a place they'd be able to relax while the celebrated, and dropped them at the door. Edwin told him to go get dinner for himself, and return in a few hours.
The driver took his leave as the group headed inside. Once inside, Dani and Stacy took to the floor, to get the "Bride and Groom" dance started, the others had stayed at the table to honor the special dance. Several of the other patrons had noticed the apparent lesbian couple dancing and were watching intently until they retired to the table. Just as Dani sat down Keith held out his hand to Stacy. Edwin followed suit holding his hand out to Ellen, then Wayne not to be out done invited Ila out onto the floor. When the song ended Edwin and Wayne changed partners, and Dani tapped Stacy's shoulder to cut in with Keith. Dani wanted to talk to her brother, and this was a perfect moment.
"So how you doing?" she asked.
"Still a bit shocked that I have a sister actually," was the reply.
"You aren't mad are you?" Dani questioned.
"No, not really, just caught off guard. Some big changes coming your way, and I guess ours too. I really do wish the two of you all the happiness." Keith's words caused tears to well up in Dani's eyes; she stood on her toes to give her brother a hug of gratitude. Her reaction elicited his smartass reply, "You sure you're not the bride?" To which she stepped back and gave him a playful fist to the chest. Keith held out his elbow and escorted her back to the table.
The hours ticked away, and once again they didn't realize how late it was until Ila yawned. The driver had been outside for a couple hours past the "few hours" Edwin had encouraged him to take for himself. The atmosphere was finally very light, and the group was coming together as a whole family rather than two stressed families. Edwin's driver dropped them off at the hotel where they all went their separate ways to their own rooms with the agreement to meet at 4:30PM Sunday in the restaurant. Dani had to report for surgery Monday morning, so they would have to get in an early dinner because Dani couldn't eat for twelve hours prior to surgery.
Dani unlocked the room with her key card and started to go around the room lighting the candles. Stacy's emotional rollercoaster spurred on by her father's outburst at the onset of the night had appeared to have dissolved into nothing, but watching Dani light the candles, and thinking about the nights even inspired her. Making sure Dani was still distracted with the candles; Stacy stripped down to just a pair of stockings, put on her strapon, and lubed it up. Dani had just kicked off her first high heel when Stacy grabbed her roughly and pushed her onto the bed in the doggie style position. Stacy roughly lifted Dani's skirt and pulled down her panties then ran the lubed phallus up and down Dani's crevice.
Dani had been a deer caught in headlights from Stacy's roughness, but once she felt the head slide inside her, everything clicked. She saw the up and down of emotions that played out through the night, understanding completely where Stacy's aggression was coming from, and felt her own building up inside her. Stacy wouldn't be doing all the work on this rough escapade. Dani waited until Stacy had worked the whole thing inside her. When she felt Stacy's pelvis meet her ass, she started putting as much work into driving back to Stacy as Stacy was riding Dani.
Stacy was so worked up that the vibrating egg on the strapon harness had her hitting her first orgasm shortly after Dani started to take an active role. When Stacy's third orgasm hit, Dani had a brief moment of fear that the powerful convulsions might cause some damage, but it was soon replaced by a steady pounding on Dani's prostate. Stacy endured through that orgasm, but the 4th one wiped her out, she wasn't even able to stay on her knees behind Dani. As she sat back on her heels, Dani's unanswered desires propelled her to manipulate Stacy to lean over a stack of pillows, and the two switched positions.
When Dani entered Stacy, she was so wet that Dani went pelvis to pelvis in a single stroke. Stacy's insides were nearly scalding, with involuntary contractions coming from Stacy's walls at frequent intervals. It was all Dani could do to hold out fifteen more minutes in which Stacy was wracked by three more of the most forceful orgasms she had ever endured. Stacy was shaking uncontrollably, causing Dani to completely let go of her orgasm. She felt like she wouldn't be able to stop shooting rope after rope of cum into Stacy.
When Dani pulled out and fell over to lie down on the bed Stacy's body finally started working its way back to a modicum of rest. Stacy rolled over draping her right leg over Dani's legs, her right arm over Dani's stomach, and her head lying on Dani's shoulder, which is how the couple fell asleep. | literotica |
Title: How I Became My Mom's Date Ch. 03 - Finale
Tags: mom, son, daughter, three way, anal, lesbian sex, group, group sex
*Author's note: This is the last installment of a three-part series. Please read the first two chapters to understand the full story.
Thank you and enjoy. :)*
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It was daylight when I woke up. The last thing I remember was Diane cuddled next to me before I fell asleep. I could no longer feel her body near mine, So I extended my arm out, feeling for her on the bed. When I couldn't feel her, I turned my head to the side where she was laying next to me last night. I saw that I was alone in her bed.
"probably in the bathroom." I thought to myself.
That thought quickly vanished when I could smell the aroma of coffee brewing and sausage cooking. I sat up, rubbing my eyes with the bottom of my palms, then stretching my arms outward with a big yawn. I went over to her rocking chair, which I have to say was still in pretty good condition after all these years. Diane used to breastfeed me as a baby rocking away on this very chair. I grabbed my boxers that I threw there last night. Putting them on, I grabbed the rest of my clothes I left her room, opening the door to mine, throwing them onto my bed. Then I went into the bathroom to relieve my bladder and colon. Once I was finished on the porcelain throne, I took a small swig of mouthwash, swishing it around my mouth, then spitting it out in the sink, followed by a small cup of water.
I went downstairs, going into the kitchen. There Diane was in her teal robe by the stove making breakfast. I walked toward her, giving her a
quick morning kiss.
"Hmm. Is that all I get this morning?"
"I went behind her wrapping my arms around her stomach, squeezing her boobs over her robe.
"Good morning babe." Giving her a longer french kiss.
"Good morning sweetheart." Licking her lips after getting a taste of mouthwash. "Sorry I didn't wake you earlier. You seemed so peaceful sleeping like an angel, I'd figured I'd let you sleep a little longer."
"How long have you been up?" Grabbing a cup from the cupboard and pouring myself some coffee.
"Oh, about an hour. I laid in bed watching you sleep for about fifteen minutes before I had to go pee. Then I came down here to make a pot of coffee and cook us up some breakfast."
As I was putting some milk and sugar into my cup of coffee, Diane filled two plates of eggs and sausage. She placed the plates on the kitchen table. I sat down, putting my cup of joe next to my plate. Diane grabbed her cup, placing it next to her plate. She stood at my side, picking up a sausage link, putting it halfway in her mouth. She bent down, flickering the sausage with her teeth, wanting me to bite the other half. As I bit down on the link, we kissed with lips puckered while holding half a sausage link in our mouths.
"I really love this side of you Di. You're truly in love with me aren't you?" Saying after swallowing the chewed up sausage.
"Yes, I am. And last night sealed it."
"That it did baby. I fell in love with you too last night."
"I know. You definitely showed that."
We kissed again as I caressed her ass. As she was bent down, I could see her naked boobs. I started to pull at her robe to expose one out so I could suck on it.
"Later honey. Eat your breakfast before it gets cold." She then sat in her chair. "My. You are horny aren't you!"
"I'm twenty-two. Of course, I'm always horny." Raising my cup with a grin.
"So how often do you want to have sex?" Filling her fork up with eggs.
"I"m not horny twenty-four seven. But I would like to make love to you as often as I can!"
"Give a number!"
"A number?"
"Yes. How many times a week would you like to make love to me? And I really appreciate that you say that. Makes me feel good that you don't make sex sound cheap,"
"You're welcome. I'd say three, maybe four times a week. With an occasional all-nighter."
"Hmm. Now that's interesting. That's something I've never done before. Would you want that every week?"
"No." Swallowing my food. "Maybe every two or three months. That way we have more time to plan it."
"I could go for that. Be nice to make love to you all night long."
We both smiled and finished off our breakfast. As usual, Diane made the best eggs and sausage hands down. I patted my stomach, not just letting her know I was full, but that her great cooking hit the spot. She got up, collecting the empty plates, putting them in the sink. She came back standing behind me, massaging my shoulders.
"Would you like another cup of coffee. sweetheart?" Leaning over me grabbing my cup.
"Yes please, and thank you. Diane. I think it's time I should ask you this." Wiping my mouth with a napkin.
"What is it, Barry?"
"Will you be my girlfriend? I mean, for real. Will you be my official girlfriend?"
Oh, Barry." Beginning to cry. "Yes! I will be your girlfriend."
She hugged me with every bit of strength she had. Then she tried to straddle herself on my lap. I moved my chair away from the table letting her sit on me. My cock got instantly hard as soon as she was on me. We held each other kissing passionately. She felt my hard-on and began grinding her pussy against my boner.
"Do me right here. Let me ride your great cock."
Rising up, she reached down, grabbing my cock and pulling it out through the opening of my boxers. She lowered herself back down, aiming her pussy onto my dick. She gyrated her hips, getting her pussy wet, slowly inserting my cock into her pussy. Once she was well lubricated, she slid herself all the way down my shaft. I was now balls deep inside her. She kept gyrating her hips, moving her pussy around my hard boner. Her arms were around my shoulders as I placed my hands up her robe, grabbing her ass, my fingers in the crack, spreading her cheeks apart. My arms moved along with her gyrations. Her head would tilt back, exhaling passionate moans as she ground her pussy, going down as far as she could on my cock.
She bent her head back down, placing her lips on mine. She slowly bounced up and down on the shaft of my cock as we passionately kissed one another. My heart was racing, being close to her, kissing her, inside her. Her bouncing sped up and she broke our kiss, placing her head on my shoulders. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck, along with her moist tongue licking at the base where my neck and collarbone met.
With my hands still on her ass, I helped her bounce up and down. I wiggled my fingers under her ass, trying to get them lubricated with her pussy juice. Rubbing my balls with my middle finger, I got the tip wet enough to moisten her asshole. Once it was wet enough, I stuck my finger up her ass. She moaned even more, getting both her holes filled.
Diane and I were really getting into our sexual frenzy. We were oblivious to everything around us, only concentrating on hearing each other's moans. All other noises were drowned out, even the sound of the front door opening and closing, and the sound of footsteps coming closer to the kitchen.
"Oh my fucking god!!"
Our eyes opened wide. Diane stopped bouncing. She froze like a statue as Joann's voice broke our trance. We slowly turned our heads in her direction, seeing a stunned and horrified Joann standing by the kitchen archway. Diane hopped off me faster than a hummingbird's wing fluttering.
"Jesus Christ!!" Diane said embarrassingly.
"Mom!! What the fuck is going on here?" Trying to get a grip of the sight she just witnessed. "I can't believe what I just saw. What if I had the kids with me?
"Well, why didn't you call first?" Trying to regain her composure.
"I'm glad I didn't. How long has this been going on?
"Since last night!" I said putting my cock back in my boxers.
"Last night? I mean, who? How? Why? Holy shit!! I'm so fucking confused."
Joann sat down at the table. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she tried to comprehend what transpired. Diane got up, pouring her a cup of coffee, while I handed her a napkin from the holder on the table.
"I can't believe my mother and brother were engaged in an act of incest. I mean right here in the kitchen no less. I'm traumatized for life now." Joann was saying to herself out loud.
"Come on sis. Get off your holier than thou high horse. You're no different than we are."
"What the hell you talking about Barry!" Going on the defensive.
"You and our cousin Bruce! You remember. It was four years ago at Aunt Kathy's birthday party."
"Nothing happened between me and Bruce!"
"No!! You mean it wasn't you on your knees giving him a blowjob behind Uncle Joe's tool shed? Gee. Must've been someone else that looked just like you."
"How did you know about that?" Now blushing with embarrassment.
"Because Melissa and I went looking for pine cones behind Aunt Kathy's house. We saw you and Bruce behind the tool shed. Bruce was making sure no one was coming around, while you were giving him a blowjob. Missy and I ducked down out of sight watching you getting him off."
"You gave your cousin Bruce a blowjob?" Diane asked smiling.
"Yes, mom. I gave him a blowjob. Shit. He showed me how big his cock was and bet me twenty bucks that I couldn't take it all in."
"How big is he?" Asking curiously.
"Ten inches."
"What??" She said surprisingly.
"He said it was ten inches."
"It was pretty big Diane." Confirming Joann's statement.
"Diane? Since when are you allowed to call mom Diane?"
"Last night." We both said together.
"So now I take it you're not mother and son anymore."
"Biologically yes. But privately, we're lovers. And whether you like it or not, that's how it's going to be." Diane said with a stern, commanding voice.
"So what do I tell my children. That grandma and Uncle Barry are now sleeping together?"
"How about you say nothing. I never told anyone about you and Bruce until today. You don't need to tell them what's going on."
"But, but, what if they want to sleep over. What then. I mean it's so wrong. What you two are doing is so wrong." Breaking down in tears.
Diane went over to where Joann was sitting, extending her arms, motioning her to come to her. Joann got up, hugging Diane. They both started crying. I too got up consoling my sister. We stood there together, holding each other. I gave my sister a peck on the cheek. When she turned her head wiping her tears on Diane's robe, I went to give her another kiss. This time though, our lips met. Joann was a bit surprised but kissed me again. This time I was surprised. I looked at Diane to see what her reaction was to it. She just smiled and nodded in approval. She let go of Joann, allowing her to face me. We held each other before our heads leaned towards each other, making contact with our lips.
"We are sure going to hell for this." She said in between kisses.
"Maybe! But I think we're all going to enjoy a piece of heaven right now."
Diane got behind Joann, unbuttoning her pants. Joann pulled up her shirt, pulling it over her head. She then pulled the sleeves from her arms, tossing it on the chair. She held on to me as Diane removed her shoes. Joann lifted one leg back as Diane removed one pant leg, then the other. I pulled down her bra cup, exposing her perky B-cup boob. I bent down sucking on her tit as Diane pulled down her underwear. Joann was now being double teamed. As I suckled on her tit, Diane spread open her ass cheeks, shoving her face between the back of her legs. Joann bent forward, allowing Diane easier access to her pussy. I was surprised as hell seeing her eating out Joann's pussy. I backed up, removing my boxers. Joann bent even further, taking my cock in her hand. Without hesitation, she began licking the tip of my cock, lapping up my precum. After a few licks around my hood, she took my cock into her mouth. I undid her bra, letting her slide it down her arms. She handed it to me. I took a big sniff before tossing it on the chair with her shirt. Diane picked up Joann's underwear off the floor, handing them to me. I sniffed them too, holding them in my hand. As she was blowing me, I reached down holding her tit. I could only see the back of Diane's head buried in Joann's ass.
As my sister blew me, it brought back memories of when she gave our cousin Bruce a blowjob and the facial expressions he made. She had the mouth to suck cock. She had a very nice routine going, bobbing her head on the hood of my cock while stroking the shaft with her soft, long fingers. She would do combinations of twisting her wrist, to regular strokes. She wasn't looking to deep -throat my dick; Though she could do that easily. But instead, was looking to make me cum.
Diane prevented that from happening. She got up from behind Joann, breaking her away from my dick. She then kissed Joann, giving her a taste of her own pussy. After their lesbian lip-lock, Diane removed her robe, showing off her nice petite body. They then held each other close, rubbing their tits together. While they were doing that, I was standing at their side, reaching behind them fingering their pussies. They each wrapped an arm around me as we were all embraced together. We took turns kissing one another, sometimes with the three of us sticking out our tongues and licking one another's.
Joann broke the embrace, bending down holding Diane's boobs. She squeezed them upwards, lifting her nipples higher up. She then noticed a deep red mark just under one of her tits.
"Mom! What is this?" Examining her hickey.
"What is what dear?" Blushing a little and looking at me.
This red mark under your left tit. It looks like a hickey!" Now looking at me. "Barry. Did you give our mother a fucking hickey?" Smiling as she said it.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Why the hell not." Grinning slyly. "I wanted to put one on her neck, but she said no. So I put one on her tit where no one could see it."
"I saw it."
"Uh, yeah! She naked in front of you. I meant other people." Rolling my eyes at such a stupid response.
"Oh." She said nonchalantly.
She went back to Diane's tits. She licked across one nipple, then the other, before filling her mouth with boob. I cleared off the table, allowing Joann to lean Diane backward over the table. Diane hopped up, first sitting, then laying back. As Joann sucked on Diane's tits, I went between her legs and began eating her out. Now it was her turn to be double teamed.
Joann and I moved Diane across the length of the kitchen table. She stood by her head, bending over to suck on her tits. This also allowed Diane to suck on Joann's tits as well.
As they were tit sucking each other. my face was stuffed in Diane's pussy. As Isucked on her clit, I shoved two fingers up inside her. She lifted her legs, crisscrossing them over my back. I took my fingers out, licking her juicy wet slit. Her nectar tasted great. My tongue went even lower, licking her little asshole. She moaned in surprised satisfaction as I tongued her tiny sphincter.
"Wow, Barry. You've got mom moaning pretty good over here. You must be giving her one hell of a licking." Joann said, pinching Diane's nipples between her finger and thumb.
"He's licking my asshole. My god, it's making my whole body tingle."
"No way!!" Joann said with a surprised tone. "Holy shit!! You are eating her asshole out!! That is so fucking kinky. Mom, take your legs off him."
"Why Joann?"
"Because I want to get on top of you and let Barry eat us both."
"Joann. I don't know if this table will be strong enough to hold us both!"
"Sure it will."
Joann stepped up on the chair, swinging her free leg over Diane. Once she balanced her knee, she placed her other one on the table. The table legs creaked under the pressure of both their weight. Slowly, Joann lowered herself on top of Diane, positioning her pussy right above hers. This was the very first time I ate out two girls at the same time. I was thrilled to death to see how my sister was just as horny and as kinky as we were. I had Joann arch her ass up a little so I could get a better shot of her pussy and ass. Her pussy had a thicker patch of hair than Diane, with a thin ring of hair around her asshole. I thought this was sexy as hell. I alternated between each pussy, licking them or fingering them. If I ate out Joann, my fingers were in Diane and vice-versa.
Joann was itching to have her asshole licked. Like the brother that I am, I teased the shit out of her. I would lick her pussy, stopping just short of her asshole. She knew I was playing with her, so she would lower her ass when I got close to her tiny star. Of course, I knew what she was trying to do, and I would move away, or press the tip of my nose on her asshole.
"Come on Barry. Lick my asshole too!! Joann begged.
After my little laugh, I finally gave her what she wanted. I gave her long licks up and down the crack of her ass. I was turned on watching how my tongue would move her tiny hairs up, then down, with every lick. I stopped at her asshole, licking the fine hairs in a circular motion.
"I just love how you have some hair around your asshole, Joann."
"I noticed that too. Don't you ever care to get them removed?" Diane asked.
"No way!!" Enjoying her ass being eaten out. "Teddy likes my ass hairs too."
"Whatever pleases you I guess dear."
"That reminds me, sis. What are you going to tell Teddy about our little family three-way?"
"Like you said. Nothing!!" She exclaimed.
I continued to eat Joann's pussy and ass. I placed my mouth around her labia, sucking on the small flaps until they became swollen. She moaned very loud as her pussy was being sucked on. Her nectar was a little tarter than Diane's with a hint of piss mixed in. Her pussy was more straight-lined as well. Her labia wasn't puffed out like Diane's was. But with her legs spread as they were, her vulva opened up to reveal her thin-skinned labia. I stuck my tongue through her gaping hole, licking her juices as it flowed out. As I did this, I had my fingers inside Diane. One in her pussy. The other in her ass. I had both of them moaning as they held on to one another on the table.
"Make us cum Barry." Joann cried out.
"Yes, sweetheart. Make us cum together. Mother and daughter cumming together." Diane moaned.
"Are you about ready to cum mom?"
"Yes, baby. I am. Barry's finger fucking both my holes. It's driving me crazy."
"Barry. Do that to me too."
I granted my sister's request. Pulling my face out of her pussy, I had her adjust her body to get my fingers into her. She moved her leg in between Diane's legs giving me a better angle to stick my fingers in her holes. The table swayed a bit as she moved. We were all surprised that the table legs hadn't broken from the weight of two women on top of it. The thing was older than Joann. It was Diane's mother's kitchen table before she gave it to her. Now I was finger fucking both of their holes. Joann bent down placing her lips on Diane's. My cock was throbbing so hard watching them make out, that I thought for sure I was going to squirt my spunk all over the kitchen floor. This was such a turn on seeing mother and daughter french kissing that I increased the speed of the thrusts of my arms, fingering the shit out of them. This broke their kiss as they were both moaning with delight.
"Yes! Yes!" Diane screamed.
"Oh fuck yea!" Joann shouted.
They were both ready to come. I took my fingers out of both of them, going back and forth to their pussies. I wanted to fill my mouth with their cum. I slurped up Diane's, then Joann's, making a tasty elixir of both their pussy juices. Around my mouth was a coating of a creamy glaze, shimmering my lips as I slurped up their heavenly juices. When it was over, Joann laid flat on her back next to Diane. They looked at each other, smiling in great satisfaction. Then they looked at me and began to laugh seeing my face with pussy juice glazed around my mouth and on my chin.
"Maybe you should go get a washcloth baby brother."
"Help me down, will you sweetheart?" Diane said as she swung her legs over the edge of the table.
"Sure, honey. Come on." Holding her under her arms. Okay Joann, your turn." The three of us stood together, laughing at the mess we had on ourselves. Diane went to the kitchen sink, wetting three washcloths that she grabbed from a drawer. She came back to where Joann and I were standing.
"Here you two. Wipe yourselves."
Diane and Joann wiped off their pussies and inner legs, while I wiped off my face and fingers.
"So which one of us do you want to stick your cock into?" Diane asked wiping down the table.
"Well. If it alright with you, I'd like to do Joann." Staring at my sister.
"I figured you'd say that. I'm okay with it. How about you? You okay having sex with your brother?"
"Yeah, I am. I've always dreamed of his dick inside me."
"Really? How long have you dreamt about that?" Diane asked curiously.
"Mother! Please. Some secrets are better kept unsaid."
"Uh-huh. Ever dream about your father's dick too?"
"Mom!!"
"Just asking."
"Well here, mom. I'll show you one thing I dreamt about doing."
She sat Diane down on the chair. Getting on her knees, she opened Diane's legs, spreading them wide apart. Joann then scooted Diane's ass down on the edge of the chair, diving her face in her pussy. Diane's mouth opened in surprise and exhilaration as Joann began licking her pussy.
"Oh my!! You dreamt of doing this?" Getting totally aroused by her daughter's tongue. "When did this start.?"
"A while ago." Rubbing Diane's inner legs. That time we were in the changing room at that clothing store. You were only in your bra and undies with those nice black stockings. Trying on that dress you bought. When I saw your nice ass, I wanted to tear off your panties and eat you out right then and there."
"That was years ago."
"Yep. And now my dreams are coming true. I finally get to eat you out and I'm going to get fucked by my baby brother. All on the same day, and hopefully at the same time."
"Damn, Joann! You're one incestuous freak. Bruce, mom, me, who else am I missing?"
"Well, Uncle Joe, and dad. Nice little three-way that took place when I was nineteen."
"Wait!" I said stunned. You were pregnant with Stephanie at nineteen! Who got you pregnant?"
Even Diane had a stunned look on her face. Even to the point of putting her hand over her mouth in shock.
"Uncle Joe is Stephanie's father. But you can't say anything to Aunt Kathy. It would kill her if she ever knew."
"You sure Stephanie is not your father's child?" Diane asked looking for relief.
"Yes, mom." Rubbing her upper leg. "I only sucked dad's cock. He never fucked me. Uncle Joe is Stephanie's father."
"Well, that's a relief."
"Dad wouldn't fuck me without your permission. He wanted a three-way with both of us, but didn't think you'd approve."
"He's right. I'd want Barry to join in." Smiling at me then chuckling.
Joann and I both laughed heartily at what mom said. I couldn't be a hundred percent sure, but maybe a family who fucked together stayed together.
After the talking was over, Joann went right back to work. As she ate out our mother, I went to her side. She eagerly took my soft cock in her mouth, getting it hard the moment it went in. I let her suck me off until I was ready for Joann. I left Diane's side getting behind Joann. Kneeling down I moistened my hand with saliva, rubbing her pussy and getting her wet. Once her pussy was lubed, I stuck the tip of my cock between the slit of her pussy. My cock slid in her nice and easy. She was nice and warm inside. I left my cock there motionless, just relishing the feel of my dick deep inside my sister. Grabbing her by the hips, I slowly moved my dick in and out, keeping the head of my cock inside her. I kept my thrusts slow, watching the shaft of my dick enter, then come out ever so slowly.
Diane's moans became louder as Joann tonged her pussy. Her head was really bobbing up and down, and I could hear loud slurping sounds coming from her.
"Damn! She's really eating the crap out of her pussy." I said to myself. "Just look at her go!" Even as I looked at Diane, I could see the exhilaration on her face. Joann was giving her the pussy eating of her lifetime. I had to stop pumping to enjoy watching this excellent event going on in front of me. Joann even pushed me back with her hand. I got out of her pussy as she turned shifted her body, sitting on her ass. Diane got off the chair, pushing the chair back as she kneeled on the floor. Joann slid down the floor, laying on her back as Diane sat on her face. Once settled, Joann opened her legs allowing me to kneel in between her. I draped her legs over my thighs, sticking my cock back into her pussy. This time I pumped my cock deep and hard. Diane leaned forward kissing me as she was getting eaten, and I was pounding Joann's pussy. From time to time, I would take my cock out of Joann's pussy, letting Diane suck on it and wipe off her juices with her mouth. Then I'd put it back in and do the same thing all over again.
Diane propped up, then turning around, squatted on top of Joann's face. She cupped Joann's head, bringing it up to her pussy. I leaned forward, licking Diane's back. Diane released Joann's head, leaning back on her chest. I grabbed her tits while she moaned being eaten out. Afterward, Diane got up, as well as Joann and I. Diane sat down on the floor. She leaned back, placing her hands on the floor behind her. With her legs spread, Joann got on all fours, putting her head between Diane's legs. I knelt down behind Joann. As she began eating, I started to fuck her pussy.
"Can this be our last position?" Asking in a perturbed tone. I'm getting kind of tired having to pull my cock out of Joann every five minutes."
"Yes, honey. This is the last time we shift positions." She said somewhat sarcastically. "Screw her to your heart's content."
I held Joann by the hips, once again plowing her pussy with my cock. I could see how thick creamy globs of pussy juice was conglomerating at the base of my cock, sticking to my pubic hair. The deeper I went in, the more collected on my pubes. Before long, it was dripping down my balls, onto the kitchen floor. I didn't know if she was this aroused due to me fucking her, or because she was eating out our mother. Either way, she was having her dreams come true.
I couldn't help how her sphincter was puckering with every thrust my cock did going in her pussy. Her asshole looked so inviting. So small, so tight. I became more aroused from the curious thoughts of sticking my cock in her ass. I took my cock out of her pussy, gliding it up the crack of her ass. Every once in a while, I'd stop on her asshole, wiggling the tip of my cock on it. I would enter her pussy, getting my cock wet once again, then taking it out, placing the tip on her asshole. She never objected to what I was doing. She even lowered her back, as if she knew what I wanted to do. Without delay, I stuck my cock in her pussy one last time. I shifted my position, aiming my cock on her asshole. Using my fingers, I pushed my cock through her tight ass. Slowly my helmet penetrated her sphincter, jimmying it open. My cock slid in like a snake in a rat's hole. I heard Joann gasp in pain as my cock disappeared inside her ass.
"Oh my god!! You're in my fucking ass!!" She said grabbing her ass cheek, pulling it outward.
"Barry's fucking you in the ass?"
"Yes, mom." Grunting her words.
"How does it feel Joann?"
"To be honest...Ahhh. It feels incredible. I feel like I'm going to cum big time."
My thrusts became faster and deeper. Her ass was so fucking tight. Her sphincter constricted around my shaft, at times trying to push my cock out like a log of shit. The more her ass tightened up, the more aroused I was getting. So was she.
"Oh fuck, mom. I'm cumming. I'm really fucking cumming."
"Good for you baby. Good for you." wrapping her arms around her head, cradling her by her stomach.
"Barry. Don't stop!! Don't stop!! Ahhh!!" She grunted loudly.
Her tone went through me something crazy. My cock was throbbing like hell now. After a few hard pumps, I could feel my cum building up in my shaft. Quickly I took my cock out of her ass, resting it on her lower back. Several streams of white sperm squirted out of my cock, going up her back. I dried humped her tailbone as more cum oozed out of my dick. Diane stuck her fingers in the creamy goo, licking it with her tongue. She wiped some more up, giving it to Joann. I got up, rubbing my sore red knees. Joann did the same, followed by Diane wiping her ass. Diane got behind Joann, licking the cum clean off her back. With the last of the cum she licked, she kissed Joann, transferring the cum into her mouth. We sat down at the kitchen table still naked while we caught our breath and rubbed out the soreness in our knees.
About fifteen minutes later, we all headed upstairs. Diane and Joann hopped in the shower first, followed by me. We were now all clean and dressed and back downstairs in the kitchen, each enjoying a nice cup of coffee.
"Mom.Barry. I really like to thank you both for today. Though I was shocked at first, I think now we all have a relationship that can't be compared."
"I'll second that." Holding my coffee cup up.
I'll third it." Diane doing the same.
"So how are we going to deal with this? I mean there are people in our lives we have to think about. What do I say to Teddy? Or the kids? How are you two going to act in public?"
"Look, Sis. Many secrets were revealed today, and now we have another one. Maybe years from now, this secret may be revealed, but for now, we can keep it under our hats. Don't say anything to Teddy or the kids. When they're here, we'll act as normal as possible, without overdoing it. As far as her and I in public, we're still mother and son. Two people that share an unconditional love."
"But what if you guys slip? I mean I'm okay with the two of you being intimate, but there's always that possibility."
"Honey. If it happens, it happens. The question is how do you feel about joining us once in a while?"
"After today, I'd like that." Grinning from ear to ear.
Epiloge...
Diane and I continued our secret love affair. And yes, there were times we slipped up. Nothing big, but enough to raise a few eyebrows. Joann too enjoyed coming over on Friday nights for a family three-way. She even convinced Diane to let me do her up the ass. But mainly I did her since it was only a couple Fridays a month.
As the years went by, we all moved to a new city in a new state. No one knew who we were. Diane and I passed off as an intimate couple. Outside we could hold hands, or kiss whenever we felt like. Not one person there ever knew we were mother and son. We were able to show our love.
Sadly, Diane passed away about ten years after we moved. I lost the love of my life. And though we didn't have children of our own, being with her for over twenty-one years was the best time of my life. After her passing, Stephanie moved in with me. Now in her early thirties and single, she was the spitting image of her mom, who had also passed away a few years earlier.
The days and weeks that went by after Diane's death were lonely and depressing. As with every night, I slept holding a picture of Diane, crying myself to sleep. But one particular night, I felt an arm draped over me, rubbing my chest. At first, I thought I was imagining that Diane was in bed with me. Then I heard her hum. I realized then that it was Stephanie laying next to me.
But hey!! That's a whole other story.
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