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Text: "Hold on! I've got you!"
"No! No! I'm slipping!"
"Don't squirm! I've got you!" Your hand grasping mine was slippery with sweat. You reached up trying to grab at the little bit of fabric left clinging to my neck.
"I'm filling up more! Ooh! Don't let me go!" I cried as my breasts swelled even bigger. My panic was making me breath in gulps of air. The air was making me balloon up larger and larger.
Your grip slackened for a second as you attempted to grab at the collar of my blown out sweater. That was all it took for me to suddenly shoot towards the sky.
"Noooo!" I screamed as I rose into the big blue, flying up one hundred feet...two hundred feet...three hundred feet into the air. The land shrank away as my bulging breasts grew larger and larger and larger...
I shot up in bed, my big breasts plopping in my lap. I gasped as I wiped the perspiration from my forehead. My breasts had blown up in my sleep and were bulging in the see-thru black silk nightie I was wearing. They were a lot bigger than my normal sized 68EE bust.
"Honey, are you okay?" you said, waking and rolling over in bed to face me. I leaned to the side of the bed and clicked the bed-side lamp on. Your eyes widened seeing that my breasts were pushing out in my black nightie. "Oh, baby. Not again!"
I looked at you sorrowfully. For the last two weeks, I had been waking up from nightmares of my breasts or body ballooning up to incredible sizes without control. There was no reason for the dreams. Unfortunately, each time I had the dream, I would be breathing so heavily in my sleep I would wake up with my poor breasts plumpened up to larger than normal (?!) sizes.
You, being the great guy that you were, felt sorry for me. Reaching over, you pulled me to you and kissed me gently. My huge, ballooned up breasts rubbed against you. "Don't worry, baby. Things will be fine," you reassured me.
"But I can't figure out why this is happening. Why am I having these nightmares? What do they mean?" I said buried in your chest, my fingers fumbling under the covers for...something.
"They probably don't mean anything. You just have to thik of something else before you go to sleep," you suggested as you felt my probing fingers.
We settled back under the covers. I crawled on top of you and playfully buffeted you with my ballooned-up soft bosoms.
The balloon cart appeared around the corner. The short fat man pushing smiled at me as it stopped before me. He motioned me closer, holding a rubber hose in one of his pudgy little hands.
"Yes?" I inquired.
"It's time for you to grow bigger," the balloon seller said, holding the hose out towards me.
"But I am big enough," I said, as I felt my big breasts bulging in my summer top.
The man pushed the rubber hose into my mouth. I couldn't let it go or spit it out. I heard a hissing sound and looked up seeing the balloons attached to the cart start to swell.
"It is time to grow bigger," the fat little man said as I felt a tingly taut sensation in my chest. I felt my breasts grow taut, as if groping the outside of a inflating balloon. I shook my head, trying to gesture that I didn't want this to happen.
It was too late. I felt my poor breasts begin to swell bigger and bigger in my little hands. My top stretched with my ballooning bosom. The short man grinned and turned a dial behind the cart and the hissing grew louder. My boobs fattened more rapidly, blowing up bigger and bigger and bigger. My top was soon stretched with giant round breasts. They pushed so hard against the material that my nipples--which were also plumpening--could be felt pressing against the strained top.
"You must grow and stay that big," the little fat man grinned as I blew up and up and up, bigger and bigger. I tried to cry out, but more air rushed into me and into my ballooning breasts.
I was going to explode! I was going to pop!
I woke up drenched in sweat, laying on the lawn chair on the deck near the swimming pool of our place. I gasped seeing the two large round domes of flesh bulging off my chest. My bikini top had blasted away, leaving my gigantic globes exposed under the afternoon sun. I placed my hands on my huge breasts that were now way beyond my normal 68EE size. They felt odd--maybe filled with air, but...
"Sweetie! What happened to you?" you exclaimed as you stepped outside with a pitcher of lemonade. Your eyes were on my naked boobs that were bulging big and firm almost from my chin and partially obscuring my trim tummy.
"I...I had another dream," I said rubbing my hugely swollen breasts. My nipples started to pop up.
"Oh. Is that all. Another one of those irritating dreams," you said, stepping up to me, setting the lemonade down on the little table next to our lawn chairs.
"I think it's more than a dream."
"Huh?" you said incredulously.
"There..there was a little man in this dream and he said I was going to stay this way," I sobbed, as I dropped my hands from my gigantic boobs. I just stood there with them sticking out before me.
"You're going to stay that big? Stay that size?"
"I think so," I replied. "Are you upset?"
"Upset! Are you kidding!" you exclaimed as you moved even closer, your eyes on my humongus chest. "I think it's great!"
As you physically admired my breasts I decided not to tell you that something like this had happened before, a year or two ago. I had gone from a paltry 38D to my current 68EE after a series of bizarre dreams. Now, I had gone from a rather large 68EE to...what? Only my seamstress would know... | null | [
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Tim was a university student and had recently begun getting his doctorate, moving away from his old university friends. Moving away from his best friend, Nurah, was the hardest part. He had become almost like a member of the family, a point that still confused him. Nurha's family were of Pakistani origin, and always surprised him with how open and welcoming they were towards him, a white guy. Not only had Nurah moved away, but so had her younger sister, Haifah.
Haifah was what many refer to as a "late bloomer". At the age of 21 she was only just starting university, 3 years older than when Nurah had started. Her family were dubious about her starting medicine, a 5 year degree, at such an "old" age. But if Haifah was anything, it was stubborn. She reveled in their doubt and insisted on proving them wrong. She had moved to London, far away from their family home in the Midlands, her first time away from home.
Tim was on a train, heading for the capital, to spend the afternoon with Haifah. She was like a younger sister to him, and although she would never tell her family so, she was struggling with the workload. Although Tim hadn't done medicine - with his doctorate being in Biology - he knew many of the core principles Haifah would learn in her first year. Haifah had confided in him that she was a little lonely, and a little behind on her work. Tim insisted on coming to help, much to Haifah's feigned dismay.
"Haifah, its me..." he spoke softly, his iPhone to his ear, "I'm downstairs."
Haifah lived in modest student accommodation, but with reasonable security. The guard on the desk wouldn't let him in without being accompanied by a resident.
"How long will you be staying?" the security guard asked, winking to Tim as Haifah bounced through the door.
"Oh just the afternoon" Tim smiled.
"Oh, in that case, you just need to sign the day visitors book" the guard replied, throwing a pen in Tim's direction and pointing at the ring binder on the desk.
Tim followed Haifah to her block, holding the door to her building open for her. Haifah was petite, and easily able to walk under Tim's arm as he held the door.
"Aren't you a gentleman!" Haifah giggled.
Tim followed Haifah up the stairs, three floors up. He'd never seen Haifah's room, and had only seen pictures. Haifah opened the door to her room, which was in fact more of a studio apartment. It was pleasant, if a little musky. She had her own en suite toilet, and living area and shared a kitchen through an adjoining corridor with one other girl. The more Tim thought about it, the more strange it seemed - sharing a kitchen but not a living room.
As expected, Haifah's apartment was only barely tidy, her bedroom even less so. He could tell that she'd thrown a lot of things into cupboards about 30 seconds before coming down to collect him. She never was very organised. Papers and books were strewn over what Tim assumed was a desk - he couldn't actually see it, only make out what it was from its contents.
"Tidy as always I see..." Tim smirked.
"I was busy err...reading...and didn't realise you were so close!" Haifah blushed.
"Oh you were 'reading' were you?" Tim smiled, "you sure you weren't napping?" Tim laughed, pointing to the bed, and the pajamas that appeared to have been hastily thrown under the pillow.
Haifah blushed, or at least as much as someone with fair brown skin can blush, and stuck her tongue out playfully.
"I've been working all day! I promise!" She replied, prodding Tim in the ribs.
Tim and Haifah had always been quite playful, with Haifah being much more so than her older sister Nurah.
"Come on then, lets get some lunch, I'm so hungry! My treat!" Tim smiled, pointing to his stomach.
"Well isn't this great, tuition and free lunch! You should come more often!" Haifah laughed, opening the window to let the room 'air' a bit.
Tim and Haifah headed out, smiling to the security guard on the way. As the walked Tim towered above Haifah, the two of them could not possibly look any less alike. Tim was tall, just over 6 feet, with slightly shaggy blonde hair. His eyes were pale blue, distorted through his glasses, his skin of only slight tan. He was what most would describe as of "athletic" build - by no means muscular, but on the lower end of a healthy weight. Haifah on the other hand was barely 5 feet tall, with long dark brown hair, just like every female in her family. Her eyes were dark as the night, Tim wasn't even sure if they were brown or black. Her skin was neither dark or white, but of a light brown colour typical of girls from Pakistan. Whilst she was also slender, her small frame accentuated certain features of her female body, a fact Tim tried to ignore.
"So Haifah, any boys take your fancy in the big city?" Tim laughed as they walked down the street.
"Ha! No, I don't think my parents would take well to me coming home with a boyfriend!" She smiled, a slight skip in her step.
The two sat down to dinner, in an Italian restaurant, just as the sun dipped behind the skyline of London. The waitress brought a candle, to add "ambience" to the experience.
"Almost like we're on a date..." Haifah winked at Tim.
"Ha, if anything you should be treating me to a date for my assistance" Tim smirked in response.
But, when it came to settling the bill, Tim insisted on paying - regardless of how much Haifah protested. By the time they left it had gotten dark, and rather cold. You see, London, during the summer, can be quite warm while you are in the sun. But in the shade the temperature can drop quickly. Haifah, as usual, was wearing wholly inappropriate clothing for the weather.
"Haifah, have this," Tim smiled, taking his jacket off and placing it over Haifah's shoulders.
"Oh... but you'll get cold..." Haifah tried to resist.
"Me? Nah, I'm from the north remember? This weather is shorts and T-shirt weather!" He laughed, trying not to let Haifah notice that he was, in fact, rather cold wearing only a shirt.
Thankfully, the walk to Haifah's was short, only a few minute walk with a tube ride in between. As they entered Haifah's block once again the security guard smiled, joking about how much of a gentleman Tim was. As they opened the door to her bedroom it became immediately obvious that leaving the window open was a bad plan. The papers that were not-so-neatly placed on the desk were now rather-less-neatly strewn across the floor. Haifah threw off Tim's coat, closed the window, and frantically started collecting the papers, depositing them messily in a pile on the desk again.
"Let me go get freshened up, then we can start work ok? Make yourself comfortable." Haifah smiled, heading to the bathroom.
Tim headed for the double bed, first sitting, then laying. He immediately noticed the diagrams pinned to the ceiling, and smiled.
"I like your diagrams" he joked to Haifah as she left the bathroom.
"Well, they said no pins in the walls, but didn't say anything about pins in the ceiling!" She laughed, "nice to see you're making yourself comfortable!"
"I'll have you know I've had a terribly long journey getting here!" Tim joked.
"Long? Isn't it like an hour?!" Haifah replied, sticking her tongue out.
She made her way to the bed, sitting beside Tim at his waist level, looking at him.
"Tim..." she started, for the first time looking a little nervous.
"Yes?" He replied, not sure what she was going to ask.
"I need to ask you something a little embarrassing..." she continued, blushing again.
"Embarrassing? More embarrassing than that time you got your head stuck in a coat hanger?" Tim smirked, trying to ease her embarrassment.
"Well, you see, as part of our clinical placement we have to do patient exams..." she started, speaking quite quickly.
"Right..." Tim questioned, waiting for more.
"Well, its just that as a Muslim girl I find it really embarrassing examining male patients. Females I'm fine with, its just I get really embarrassed when talking to male patients..." She added, "and I've known you like - forever? You're the only guy I don't really get embarrassed around!"
Tim smiled at her, "of course! As long as you're not going to be cutting me up!"
"No that's next year!" Haifah giggled.
"Well I'll make sure not to volunteer to help you study next year then!" He smiled.
Haifah smiled, and laid beside him.
"You're the best!" She smiled, turning towards him, hugging him.
Tim was a little taken aback - he couldn't remember a time where Haifah had hugged him like that, and couldn't help but think about how sexually tense the situation was. A few seconds later she let go, and got up to get her anatomy book from the desk. It was a large book, a good few hundred A4 sized pages. From the top protruded an array of different post-it notes.
"Orange ones are things I'd like to practice on you," she smiled, "if that's ok?"
"Sure, what have we got first?" He smiled back, she was obviously nervous.
"Well, the first section is patient history, and I always get nervous asking personal questions!" Haifah sighed.
"Don't worry, YOU are the doctor, ask anything you need to know to help the patient!" He smiled.
"I know I know, its just certain questions that embarrass me..." She said, visibly flustered.
"Like what?" He smiled, looking into her eyes.
"Well 'are you sexually active?' is always the worst!" She sighed again.
"Well?" He replied.
"Well what?" She said, a little confused.
"Well, are you going to ask me?" He smiled.
"Erm... but...oh my god I'm so embarrassed...You're... I must be embarrassing you too..." She said turning away, a tear in her eye.
"Haifah. Come on, I'm not embarrassed at all. If this is what you need to practice then lets go!" He smiled, leaning forward taking her hand in his.
Trying to keep a straight face she asked "Sir, are you... are you sexually active?"
"Yes, I am" Tim quickly replied, giving her a reassuring smile.
He could see her wincing at the thought of the next question.
"...How many sexual partners have you had in the past 12 months...?" Haifah blushed.
"Only 1." He replied again.
"...To your knowledge do you have any... any sexually transmitted diseases?" She asked, flames of pink bursting into her cheeks.
"Nope!" Tim responded, smiling as much as possible to encourage her more.
"Was that ok? I didn't embarrass you too much?" Haifah sighed.
"Ha! It was fine" Tim laughed, "YOU were fine!"
Haifah turned over a few pages, to the next orange post-it note.
"What's next then?" Tim smirked.
"Hmmm, circulatory system?" She replied, quickly reading her notes on the page.
"So, what do you find hard with this one?" Time questioned.
"Well most of this is fine, its just some of the pulse taking, and using my stethoscope that I find embarrassing..." Haifah sighed, blushing a little again.
"Come on, lets go!" He said with enthusiasm, not quite sure what to expect.
Haifah started by taking his pulse at his wrist, her hands a little clammy from her nervousness. Not quite sure why she would be so embarrassed.
"See, that was fine, what's next?" Tim asked.
"Well... you see... there's another pulse we need to know for clinical... but... I don't know... I don't know if I can..." She flustered.
"Ok, what else do you have to do? Is there anything less embarrassing for you? How about using your stethoscope?" He questioned, trying to move away from whatever it was that was flustering her so much.
"Well, the only thing is... I need you... I need you to undo your shirt?" She blushed again.
"Of course, how many buttons?" He smiled, realising this would probably be one of the first times Haifah had seen a man unbutton his shirt.
"Err... the top half is probably fine?" She said, with little conviction.
Tim obliged, undoing the top 4 buttons of his shirt. Haifah barely looked as he did, instead choosing to look past him to the door.
"Don't worry, I locked the flat door as we came in, nobody is going to come in here" Tim smiled.
Haifah gingerly got out her stethoscope and moved it to Tim's chest. She pushed it under his shirt, choosing not to expose any more of his chest than she needed. Her stethoscope was cold to the touch, making him jump a little as it came into contact with his skin. After a few minutes she moved back, smiling at him.
"Ok, you can do that up now. Your heartrate is normal - I think?" She smiled.
"I imagine it's a little slower than yours!" He smiled, sticking his tongue out.
"Yes yes, now lets move on to the next section." She rushed.
"No no, you said there was another pulse to check, come on, lets do it. It can't be that bad!" Tim smiled.
"N...No... I can't...It's too embarrassing... For you and me!" She added, Tim could see her almost panicking.
"Haifah, if you are going to be a doctor, you're going to see everything. Whether they are a man or a woman, one day they might rely on you being able to do this. I trust you." He asserted.
Haifah blushed, a deeper shade of crimson than he had ever seen.
"I'm going to need you to... to take off your jeans..." She sighed, her voice feeble.
"Oh?" Tim was a little shocked.
"Well... you don't HAVE to! It's fine! Don't worry! Its your femoral pulse and its... a little private..." She added, evidently hoping to avoid doing the exam.
Tim knew exactly where the femoral artery was, in your groin, at the top of the thigh. He hesitated for a second. It wasn't so much that he was embarrassed, just that he never thought he would have Haifah touching him there.
"No, come on. Let's do it. If this is what you need to learn then, let go!" He smiled confidently.
"Er... hmmmm... if you say so... please lay down and..." She paused, "... please remove your jeans, or at least take them down."
Tim obliged, releasing his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans. He slowly lifted his shirt a little and started to take his jeans down. Haifah immediately looked away, gazing towards the bathroom.
"Haifah... come on, find my femoral pulse." He smiled, squeezing her hand to get her attention.
Gingerly, she placed her hand on his thigh, on top of his boxers. He knew immediately that she would not be able to find a pulse there, or over the top of his boxers. But she needed time to get used to it.
"You're not going to find it there Haifah, you know that." He said softly.
"Er... yes... um..." She was a little dazed.
"You're going to need to go further to my groin..." He said, pulling her hand closer to his groin, "and you're probably going to have to get around my boxers."
Her eyes widened, he could almost see her heart racing.
"Um..." She could barely speak.
"Now, you can go under my boxers, or I can take them off..." He started, "don't worry I will cover my... private parts"
"Erm... off is probably best?" She said, more questioning than declaring.
She removed her hand, and turned away again. This time Tim pulled down his boxers by a foot or so. Even for him this was quite strange. He quickly realised he had little to cover his cock with. He wasn't hugely well endowed, but the fact Haifah's hand was about to wander dangerously close to his cock had not slipped his mind. He turned, and grabbed the pajamas from under the pillow beside him, hastily placing her folder PJ shirt to cover his cock and balls. Allowing her to access his groin without seeing too much.
"Hai... Haifah? I think we're ready to go" He stuttered.
She turned around tried her hardest not to look at his exposed groin. Tim could feel her fingers, cold against his skin, moving closer and closer to his groin.
"You're going to have to look to make sure you get the right place Haifah, don't worry I've covered it." Tim added.
Haifah slowly turned to look in the direction of his crotch, moving her hand slowly towards his groin and femoral artery.
"Remember, you need to press relatively hard to feel it, its quite deep!" Tim smiled.
She pressed, not so hard that it hurt, but hard enough to feel it, and looked at her watch to start timing the pulse. Tim realised this was possibly the most unusual thing he'd ever done with a friend, especially with someone like Haifah. With her hand so close to his cock, he had to try hard to avoid getting aroused.
What if she touched it? What if he could feel for her femoral artery?
As the seconds passed Tim realised he'd gone from wanting to be the patient to wanting to be the examiner. He tried to avoid thinking about it, but could feel his cock steadily growing. His cock that was only inches from Haifah's hand. He wondered if she'd even noticed that bulge under the PJs?
A few more seconds passed and Haifah looked to him and smiled.
"Err... I think I'm done with... with that" She smiled, almost relieved.
As she removed the pressure from his groin, being careful not to touch anywhere inappropriate, Tim felt a rush of euphoria, and his cock gently pulsed, growing a little. The PJ shirt provided little protection, and his cock and left testicle sprung from underneath. Within an instant Haifah gasped, and tried to cover it again, slipping and placing her hand straight down and over his cock.
"OH MY GOD I AM SO... OH MY GOD" Haifah screamed, pulling her hand away as quickly as physically possible.
But removing her hand only made it worse, Tim's cock now in full view. She turned away covering her eyes with her hands. Tim grabbed his boxers and pulled them up, covering his exposed cock. Haifah sat, facing away from him, her head in her hands.
"Tim... I'm... I'm so... sorry" She cried through muffled tears.
Tim immediately felt guilty - after all it was Tim who had convinced her to check the femoral pulse.
"Haifah, Haifah its alright, I'm sorry too!" He gasped composing himself, his jeans still around his knees.
He pulled himself up the bed, sitting to get to Haifah's height. He pulled her face towards him, forcing her to look him in the eye, his free arm turning her body to look at him.
"Haifah, I'm so sorry, don't worry about it, it was an accident!" He pleaded, trying to calm her.
She looked at him for a moment before burying her head in his shoulder, sobbing gently. He laid back, letting her lay on his chest.
"I... I didn't mean to hurt you or touch you there... are you ok?" She sobbed.
"Haifah, don't worry I'm fine. You are more traumatised than me!" He joked.
He could feel her giggle on his chest.
"Maybe we should stop the clinical exam for the day?" Tim smiled.
Haifah looked up at him, smiling through teary eyes, "I think that might be best..."
She pulled herself further up his chest, her eyes directly into his.
"Tim..." she slowly started.
Tim took both of his free hands and gently rubbed the tears from Haifah's eyes with his thumbs, smearing her mascara. She closed her eyes, gently smiling. took a chance. He did not know why, to be honest he barely thought about it. He moved his face close to hers, moving his hands to embrace her head, placed his lips on hers and kissed her.
For a moment, the events of the last few hours flashed through his mind, not certain of how she would react, not certain if she had ever even kissed a guy before. Within a moment his questions were answered. He felt her lips push against his, her head turning into the kiss, her body go limp. It seemed to last for minutes, neither party coming up for air.
The two relaxed, releasing Haifah's lips from his own. For a moment she looked expressionless, not sure as to what had just happened. But she followed with a smile, peering through the tears, and a follow up kiss, this time with Haifah's hands embracing Tim's face.
Tim took the opportunity to wander, his hands running through her long hair to her back, with one hand gingerly embracing her butt. Haifah moaned, in what was possibly the most sexually arousing thing he'd heard her do.
His finger found an untucked portion of her shirt, and burrowed its way in. His fingers dancing over the soft skin of her lower back. Haifah tensed.
"I... I've never been touched like this before... I've never been kissed... at all... before... I..." Haifah hesitated, the events of the last minute standing at a crossroads in her mind.
"Shhhhh..." Tim mouthed, kissing her forehead, pulling her body down limp into his arm to cuddle her.
"Haifah... we can do whatever you want with this. We can stop now and go back to revision, or I can leave if you wish. Or... we can see where this takes us? Its up to you." Tim whispered softly.
The two laid for a few minutes, Tim's jeans still around his knees, his cock still eager for attention.
Finally Haifah spoke, "Tim, can I see it?"
"See IT?" Tim asked confused.
"You know... your... your penis" She murmured, "I've never properly seen one before..."
Tim could barely believe his ears, and eagerly (but calmly) responded.
"Of course"
He lifted his boxers, his cock released like a caged animal. At this point he was only semi-erect, perhaps only 4 inches in length. Haifah stared at it, not sure what to do or say.
"Its... its not as big as before?" She questioned.
"Hold it Haifah" Tim smiled softly.
She took his cock gently into her left hand, it still clammy from earlier but this time warm to the touch. Slowly his cock began to grow.
"Slide your hand up and down it a little" he asked gently.
She obliged, moreso through curiosity than anything. Naturally, his cock grew to its fully erect form, a respectable 5 and a half inches. Haifah let go and turned away.
"Tim..." she started, Tim half expecting her to ask for this to all stop, "I want to show your something, and I want you to be honest about them," she added.
She began to undo her shirt, untucking the remaining parts from her trousers. When the buttons were undone, dropped her shirt to the bed, and removed her arms, revealing a black lace bra, with what appeared to be a deep pink underlining. Her dark hair flowed over her back like a waterfall. The skin on her back glowed in the light. With one hand, in one single motion, she unclasped the back of her bra, allowing it to fall forward. From the position he was in he could see a little of her breast, hanging like a low fruit off her chest.
Tim could tell she wasn't sure what to do, to turn or to run. He gently sat up, being careful not to startle her, and moved his chest behind hers, slowly moving the hair from her left shoulder to expose it. He gently kissed her shoulder, to which she almost inaudibly moaned. As he kissed her he breathed in the smell of her skin, it was sweet, her scent turning him on more and more. In one movement he peered over her shoulder to see two large, perfectly formed breasts, whilst also moving his hands around to place his right hand on her stomach and allowing his left to brush over her nipple.
She was horny, her nipples as hard as little pebbles on the surface of a beautiful earth. As his hand glanced over her erect nipples she moaned without holding back. His cock hardened like a rock, pressing against her back.
"Tim..." she moaned, unable to tell him to continue or stop.
He moved his right hand up to grasp her right nipple, rubbing it through his fingers gently before returning his left to do the same. Her head threw back in euphoria, allowing him to kiss her exposed neck. He turned to kiss her cheek as her hands met his over her nipples. Her left hand ran up her chest to hold his head, revealing cleanly shaven armpits and a hint of erotic musk.
Tim pulled his jeans from his feet, and removed his boxers - a difficult task whilst sat down. She moved around, standing in front of her, pulling her to her feet. He began unbuttoning his shirt when she took over, looking up at him whilst biting her lip. He wanted her and he wanted her badly.
She pushed his shirt from his back, as he kissed her shoulders. He moved down, gently kissing her chest, then her breast. He felt a shiver of pleasure rush through her body, but left her nipple for later. He kissed her stomach, then her pelvis. Carefully he unbuttoned her trousers, pulling them down only a few centimeters before noticing that the underwear she was wearing matched her previously discarded bra. Just as with the bra, deep pink undertones layered below black lace, matching her skin perfectly. He pulled her trousers further, removing them. He | Medical Training | [
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Tim reached for her underwear, starting to pull it, but she hesitated. She was not ready, but Tim did not mind. They'd gone from fully clothed to practically naked in 5 minutes, all in absolute silence. He could wait to unlock that surprise. She would beg him to. He would make her beg.
He stood up, kissing her softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. With ease he lifted her by her ass, holding her there, her legs wrapped around him, as she kissed him with passion. For a moment he stood there, wondering how long this passion had been bottled up inside such a goddess, and how long he had ignored Haifah for the beauty she had become.
He gently laid Haifah flat on the bed, finishing her kiss. Her legs still straddled him, his cock only inches from her forbidden pussy. He took both breasts in his hands, he was adamant she would beg him to take off her underwear. Beg.
He began massaging her breasts in his hand, her head thrust back in pleasure. She closed her eyes, biting her lip as his lips brushed against her left nipple. He gently sucked, leaving her writhing in pleasure, moaning loudly. His right hand squeezed her other nipple, before his mouth turned to that too. Haifah arched her back as Tim moved up to kiss her neck.
She turned towards him, her face almost unable to contain her beaming smile, and wrapped her hands once again around his neck. Again followed a long, passionate kiss.
"Nobody has ever treated me like this Tim" she sighed, "nobody has ever seen me like this!"
Tim smiled, pulling her arms from around his neck and holding her hands above her head. She started to protest, not sure what to make of his dominant position, but quickly relaxed as he began to kiss down her chest towards her nipples once more. He started with a flick of his tongue, each time sending a shockwave through her body and a moan from her mouth. Haifah, unable to direct him with her arms, pulled him close with her legs, pulling his cock even closer to her pussy.
Tim sucked gently on her perky nipples and pushed his cock against her forbidden pussy, grinding gently against her. He release her arms, continuing to suck. After a few moments he felt her hand grasping at his cock, pushing it against her pussy.
He released her nipples from the clutches of his lips, kissing up her neck until his lips were only centimeters from her ear.
"You like that?" Tim moaned, continuing to grind against her.
No words came from her mouth, just a gentle nod and a moan. Tim smiled, his hand tracing the length of her body. He moved his hand between her legs, moving her hand from his cock, and his cock from against her pussy. He placed three fingers over where he guessed her clit would be, and rubbed gently. Haifah's back arched as she bit her lip, her eyes closing. He bent down once more and sucked a nipple.
"Do you want me to take these off then?" Tim smiled, continuing to rub her pussy through her underwear.
"Ta..take...them..." Haifah moaned.
Tim obliged, he was so horny, so excited to see her pussy. He sat up, after one final suck of her nipple, and using both hands pried get underwear over her ass. Her ass was not huge, but was certainly big. The excitement of the last half hour had made it moist to the touch. He peeled away her underwear, it moist with her juices. The aroma of her pussy hit him first, it was sweet, her pheromones begging him to fuck her.
As she lifted her legs high to allow him to take her underwear off he got his first view of her pussy. It was cleanly shaven, her labia of darker colour than the rest of her body, and it glistened with her juices.
After a moment he looked up at her, noticing her watching him intently. She lowered her feet, covering his view of her pussy.
"Is it... is it ok?" She asked, not embarrassed but seemingly nervous.
"Ok? Its amazing!" Tim smiled.
Haifah was clearly uneasy with the situation, but Tim smiled, parting her legs to move towards her. He slid between them, kissing her squarely on the lips. His hand tracing down her body once more to the base of her stomach. Gently he moved his fingers towards her pussy, sliding his middle finger down her slit.
As his finger slid over her clit she moaned, a deep, long moan. Her arms flung around his neck, her legs tensed around him. She pulled his head close beside hers, her mouth ride beside his ear. With each step closer to her opening she moaned more, her juices dripping around his fingers.
Gently her moved his fingers up and down her slit a few times, each moan driving her crazy. The third time he continued down, pushing her juices to her asshole, playing with it gently, before returning to her pussy. He gently slid his finger half an inch into her opening.
"Ohhhh..." Haifah started, shocked.
"Its ok Haifah, relax baby." Tim whispered into her ear.
He began to slide his finger gently further in, retreating every so often to get her used to the sensation of his penetration. Within thirty seconds he was all the way inside, gently pleasuring her insides. Her moans become faster and louder, synchronising with his movements. She soon released his head from her grip, allowing him to move down to her nipples once more.
The combination of his fingers pleasuring her pussy and his lips her nipples pushed her to new heights. She grabbed a pillow beside her, smothering her own moans, afraid a neighbor may hear. Tim took advantage of her distraction, moving his lips down her stomach. Every inch closer to her pussy he planted a kiss. Her short stature meant it didn't take long before his kiss was placed on her mound. Her pussy was inviting him in, she smelled divine. He kissed her labia, and her clit a little, before taking the plunge and gently licking her.
As he lapped up her juices, and pleasured her clit with his tongue Haifah could barely control herself. He let his pinky fall down to her ass once more, pleasuring her in both holes as he licked her. A tiny gush of her juices flew into his open mouth, and a second later Haifah had what Tim assumed was the first orgasm of her life.
After a few moments Tim gently withdrew his finger, planting a final kiss on her clit before wiping his face on the sheets and laying beside her.
"Did you enjoy that then baby?" He asked.
Haifah turned to him and smiled, for the first time her smile was not innocent, it was seductive. She turned her body, placing a leg over him, cuddling up to him.
"Tim, that was amazing... I've never felt anything like it!" She gasped.
Tim smiled, kissing her softly. She hesitated momentarily at the thought of tasting her own juices, but quickly got lost in the moment.
"Now I want to see what the male anatomy can offer," she smiled, running her hand down his chest and stomach, grasping his cock.
"I thought you'd never ask," Tim smiled, "I can't remember the last time I was this turned on."
Haifah smiled, delighted that she was the cause of his arousal.
"So... where do I start?" She asked, gently massaging his cock.
"Just like that, but you can go and kiss it too" He replied.
Haifah looked a little shocked, only an hour ago she'd never even seen an aroused cock nevermind done anything to one. But, she obliged, after all he had given her incredible pleasure.
She sat up, moving closer to his cock, pushing her hair back over he shoulders. Tim could barely contain himself, the sight of her inspecting his cock.
She moved her face closer, kissing the length of his shaft. He struggled to keep himself from cumming, he wanted it in her mouth.
"Haifah," he started, "put it in your mouth"
Haifah smiled, a little confused with what to do, and gingerly placed the tip of his cock in her lips. Tim guided her hand, placing it back on his shaft.
"Move your head and hand up and down together," he said as she started moving up and down, "yes, like that... oh..."
He could feel his cum building inside, her warm mouth and gentle grip pleasuring his cock.
"Come here Haifah, kneel over my head" he moaned, beckoning her towards him.
She obliged, eager to please him, and straddled his face without so much as letting go of his cock. She gently rocked up and down on his cock, with her gorgeous pussy in full view.
He lapped at her pussy, careful not to overstimulate her. She gently moaned, repositioning her pussy closer to his face. Using his free hands he first squeezed her ass, before moving both hands down to cup each of her breasts. He didn't squeeze those, just felt them in his hands.
Moments later he could feel his cum, ready to fire into her hot virgin mouth.
"Make me cum baby!" Tim moaned, her hands gliding over his shaft faster and faster.
Seconds later he blew his load into her waiting mouth. As it hit her throat he felt her tense, before she released and enjoyed it. She carefully removed his cock from her mouth, careful not to spill any of his cum, and swallowed.
"How was that baby?" He asked.
"It was a little salty, but amazing!" She smiled, collapsing onto his arm and cuddling close.
"What would you like to do now?" He asked.
"We could watch something on Netflix?" She asked, rummaging for her laptop on the desk.
Tim opened the duvet, and climbed inside, enjoying the pleasant smell of her bed. He looked over, admiring her fine ass as she searched for her laptop. After finding the laptop in the mountain of paper she came over to the bed, climbing in beside Tim. He spooned her, with the laptop beside them, his cock pressing against her ass. Her shaven legs intertwined with his.
He had never seen her be so affectionate, with her holding his arms around her as if she never wanted him to leave. Each time his cock would pulse, she would giggle and grind against him a little. Even her feet were soft, caressing his own.
The room was warm now, with the excitement of the past few hours and the closed window. Tim and Haifah fell asleep, and a few hours later Tim awoke to the sensation of a numb arm. He wriggled free of Haifah, and peered over her. She barely murmured, and instead laid there, in deep sleep, smiling to herself. Tim ran his hands down the length of her body, paying extra attention to her ass, squeezing gently.
Sensation returned to his arm, and he wanted to nothing more than to cuddle her close. Sliding his arm carefully back under her neck and placing his other arm around her he gently kissed her cheek before pulling her close. She let out a little sigh, pushing herself towards him. She was so peaceful, he thought to himself.
Tim awoke again, this time the room was dark. As before, his arm was numb, but his cock certainly wasn't. His hand had gravitated towards Haifahs breast, locking her in place whilst holding it in his hand firmly. He squeezed gently, to hear a gentle moan from a sleeping Haifah. His cock throbbed, pressing against her ass. He squeezed again, kissing her neckline. Again and again he aroused her, each time her moans growing slightly louder. Soon she started gyrating on his cock, grinding her ass gently against him. He peered over her face to kiss her cheek, to notice her gently biting her lip again. As he kissed her she smiled.
"Hey handsome..." Haifah smiled, turning on the bedside lamp.
"Hey gorgeous..." Tim replied playfully, kissing her cheek again.
Again, Haifah pressed her ass against his throbbing cock, smiling playfully. Tim responded by firmly massaging the now erect nipple in his hand.
"Ohhhh... mmmmmmm..." Haifah moaned.
Tim released her breast, running his hand down her stomach, moving his lips to her breast instead. Haifah opened her legs to let his wandering hand move down to her dripping wet pussy, sliding down over her clit to her waiting hole.
"Put your finger inside me Tim..." Haifah moaned, grasping his hair and pulling him closer to her breast.
Tim obliged, sliding his finger easily into her soaking wet hole. She moaned and arched her back as he did, sending a wave of arousal through him. He pulled his finger out, returning to rub her clit playfully. Lifting his head, her kissed her, tongues darting between their mouthes. She flung both arms around him pulling him into a passionate kiss. He took the opportunity to return to her pussy, inserting two fingers this time. Her pussy was tight with two fingers, but she took them both with a moan.
"T...mmmm...Tim..." She moaned.
"Yes baby?" He smiled, kissing her neck again.
"I want... I want to feel your cock inside me." She said quickly.
"Er...Are you sure?" Tim asked, not remotely expecting her to ask for sex.
As a muslim girl, Tim thought the events of the last few hours were pushing it, nevermind losing her virginity!
"Yes!" Haifah said, after a little hesitation.
"Do you have any condoms?" Tim asked, he certainly didn't want to explain to Haifah's parents how she was pregnant...
"We don't need one, I'm on the pill..." Haifah blushed, "I have really irregular periods otherwise"
Tim smiled, he much preferred the feeling of sex without a condom.
"So..." Haifah started, not sure how to proceed.
Tim smiled, and kissed her again passionately on the lips. Once again her pleasured her insides with his fingers, he wanted her as wet as possible. Within moments Haifah was once again lost in the moment, her moans the only breaks in her kissing.
Tim slowly moved around, positioning himself between her legs, using his free hand to massage her breasts. He took his finger from inside her and placed his cock at the entry to her pussy. Slowly he worked his cock up and down her slit, coating his cock in her juices and spreading his pre-cum over her. Every pass over her clit made her moan and writhe with pleasure.
He returned to her opening again, slowly pushing his cock in half an inch. His girth was not massive, but Haifah the most Haifah had ever taken was his two fingers only a few minutes ealier. Slowly he worked his way in, sliding in an out. Haifah winced a little, but he distracted her with passionate kissing.
Soon he was three inches in, he could feel her insides gripping his cock. Haifah moaned with each thrust, wrapping her legs around him. Her arms pulled on his hair, her orgasm building slowly. One of her hands worked its way down to her clit, and began rubbing eagerly.
"Cum for me baby..." Tim moaned, barely able to hold back his own orgasm.
Haifah smiled, and began frantically rubbing her clit as Tim pounded into her. He could feel her insides tightening around his cock, the hand on his head pulling him down onto her. She moaned, only inches from his ear, as her orgasm came.
"Ohh... my..." She moaned without holding back.
Her insides tightened and pulsed, her back arched. Her juices sprayed a little, covering Tim's crotch.
"Fuck..." She sighed, smiling.
Tim rarely heard Haifah say any kind of cuss, but he'd also never seen her naked - so he just smiled and gently fucked her.
"Did you enjoy that then baby?" Tim asked, looking her in the eyes.
"Mhmm, are you going to cum inside me? I want to feel it" She moaned, pulling him in for another kiss.
"Glady!" He replied.
He took her arms, placing them above her head, holding them in place. He shuffled forward a little, pulling her legs upwards, allowing his cock to reach deeper inside her. He stared down, to see his cock sliding in and out of her beautiful brown pussy. It did not take long, what with her moaning and her beautiful aroma, for his orgasm to build.
"Are you ready baby?" He moaned, barely able to concentrate on the words coming from his mouth.
"Cum inside me, I want it!" She moaned back, kissing his cheek.
As she moaned in his ear one last time, he felt his cum build inside him. He held it for as long as he could, enjoying his orgasm. Streams of Tim's cum shot into Haifah's virgin pussy. He laid for a moment, limp on her body, before climbing off her, kneeling between her legs.
His cum slowly dripped from her pussy, running towards her ass. Tim ran his finger into her, and spread his cum over her clit, then down into her ass. Haifah moaned, and smiled playfully. She beckoned him forward, laying her legs flat so he could straddle her.
He moved up her chest, her breasts pushed up and resting against his groin. She took his cock in her hand, still covered in his cum and her juices, and took it into her mouth, sucking it clean.
"You're so incredibly hot you know that Haifah?" Tim moaned, wanting to fuck her all over again.
Haifah smiled as Tim returned to laying by her side. He pulled her close, cuddling her again. She was so small compared to him, she laid almost looking up at him in the nook of his shoulder.
"We should shower?" Haifah said, almost questioning.
"Sure, you can turn it on - its always impossible to turn someone else's shower on!" He laughed.
Haifah turned to him, kissing him softly on the lips, her breath smelling of her pussy and a little of his cum. She slid from the bed, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Tim laid for a moment, at awe with the last few hours. He'd never considered Haifah as anything more than an adopted younger sister, the younger sister of his best friend. He'd never imagined her as anything more, but suddenly he was in love with her. Her kisses were soft, her figure incredible. She was adventurous and eager to please, and she bathed in his attention, cuddling as though she never wanted him to leave.
The sound of the shower broke his thoughts, as Haifah returned to the room, her breasts bouncing as she walked, a slight skip in her step. She crawled over the bed, removing the duvet from him, and straddled him. She had wiped much of the cum from her pussy in the bathroom, but a few remnants still dripped down her crotch. Her pussy pushed against his now flacid cock, her breasts hanging like ripe fruit. He took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately once more before smiling at him.
"Lets get clean then sexy" She smiled.
She moved off him, turned on the bed, showing him all of her ass and pussy as she crawled over the bed. Tim jumped to his knees, catching her on the bed. She collapsed on her knees below him, her pussy ripe for penetration. He held onto her breast, massaging gently, kissing her shoulders. His cock strained to become erect, but he was not ready.
"I'm going to fuck you like this later baby..." He moaned in her ear, as she moaned from the pleasure of his wandering hands.
"I can't wait!" Haifah smiled, biting her lip.
Tim released her, kneeling on the bed. She lifted her ass, pressing it against his crotch playfully, knowing he couldn't resist her. He slapped her ass, sending a shockwave over it, and a moan from her mouth.
The two climbed from the bed, entering the bathroom. Haifah's shower wasn't really designed for two, so the shower was certainly snug. The two made the most of the experience though, with Tim cuddling Haifah from behind at every opportunity, and passionate kisses distracting their cleaning whenever they faced each other.
"We should eat, I'm starving!" Haifah laughed, drying herself on a towel.
Tim watched her for a moment as the ran the towel over her body, pushing her breasts upwards as she dried their undersides. He could feel his cock growing again, as he rubbed it in the towel. Haifah looked over at his erect cock and smiled. She walked over, dropping her towel to the floor, looked up at him and kissed him whilst grasping it.
"I can't wait to feel that inside me again" She moaned, before turning away.
For a moment Tim wished he could just take her on her knees right then, and fuck her until he came inside her once more.
"What food do we have in then? Or are we going out?" Tim asked.
"Erm... well if we go out you're going to have to explain to the security guard on the desk how you're staying the night now" She smiled, winking at him.
"Oh, I'm staying the night now am I? My hourly rate doubles for night times you know, this 'revision' isn't going to come cheap" He responded playfully, slapping her ass.
"I'm sure I can reimburse you somehow" Haifah smiled, "go see what I have in the kitchen while I dry my hair. My shelves are the top 2 in the fridge and the cupboards by the oven."
Tim dressed himself, wearing the clothes that he'd taken off so many hours earlier. He wandered to the kitchen, hoping not to see Haifah's elusive flatmate.
Haifah's kitchen wasn't huge, but it was big enough for two. The sun had well and truly set by now, with only the lights of the city shining in. Tim opened the fridge to find chicken, and rummaged through the cupboards to find spices. By the time Haifah joined him he'd already marinated the chicken and was ready to cook it.
"Well, aren't you a good housewife!" She joked.
"Well I've got to try my best for you gorgeous" He replied.
Haifah blushed, looking to the adjoining door of her flatmate.
"Shhhhhh!" She whispered, holding a hand over his mouth, "Don't say stuff like that in case Bethany hears!"
Tim laughed, cheekily squeezing her ass and kissing her before she could stop him.
"If you say so," he said, sticking his tongue out playfully.
The chicken would take at least a half hour to cook, probably closer to an hour. Tim set an alarm on his phone and he and Haifah returned to Haifah's half of the apartment, through the door to her living area. She had a large three seat sofa, and a TV in the corner. The room, being a student apartment, felt quit devoid of humanity. There were no posters or art on the walls, and the flooring was clearly chosen for its utility over its aesthetics.
Tim sat in the middle of the sofa, stretching both arms out wide and laying them across the top of the sofa. Haifah entered behind him, wearing sweatpants and a jumper. She closed the door behind her, before pulling her jumper off over her head exposing her bra-less chest.
She turned away from him, bent over, and pulled her sweatpants down - she wasn't wearing underwear. Tim could feel his cock growing, as he frantically tried to undo his belt. Haifah smiled as he struggled, straddling his crotch before he managed it. The front of her pussy rested on his hands, to which she started to slowly grind.
Even with her short stature her breasts were face height, and she noticed. She pushed them inwards, both nipples only inches apart, allowing Tim to such each one in turn. A few seconds later she stood up, moving over to the left seat of the sofa, kneeling there over the edge, her elbows balanced on the arms.
"Well, what are you waiting for, come and use me!" She moaned, opening her legs a little so she could rub her clit.
Tim quickly stood up, he didn't need asking twice! He pulled his jeans down without even unbuckling them, and his boxers with them. He frantically unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side. He knelt beside her on the sofa, staring at her ass and pussy.
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"Fuck me, I want to feel your cum again" She moaned as his lips left hers.
Tim grabbed his cock, and lined it up with her opening. She was as wet as earlier, eager to take his cock inside her. He slid in a little, expecting her to require slow gentle movements in and out. But to his surprise, she was soaking, her insides pulling him in. She pushed back against him, sending him deep inside her.
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s left hand holding her steady. Her hair bounced as he slammed against her, her now untethered breast swaying back and forth.
Soon she met each thrust with a thrust of her own, biting her lip and throwing her head down in lust. She slowed, tired from her latest workout. She turned to him, and smiled.
"Sit on the sofa baby" She whispered.
Tim obliged, sitting there. She straddled him, inserting his cock into her.
"I want to make out with you whilst your cock is deep inside me" She moaned, as his cock slid in.
She took his head in her hands and began passionately kissing him, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. He responded, holding her ass and gently rocking her back and forth, giving her just a little stimulation.
Soon her kissing was met with muffled moans, one of her hands wandered down to her breast then her clit, as she began massaging it again. Tim ran a finger into the crack of her ass, pleasuring her hole. She broke from her kiss.
"Ooohhh..." Haifah moaned, arching her back and thrusting her breasts into Tim's face.
He used his free hand to pull her chest close to him, sucking gently on her right nipple. The speed of her masturbation increased, she rocked back and forth on her own, her insides slowly gripping Tim more and more.
"Oh... T...Tim...I'm...going to cummmmm!" She moaned.
Tim was sure that if anyone was in the kitchen they would most certainly hear her moans, but he did not care. Haifah orgasmed, sending her juices trickling down his shaft. She immediately began making out with him, barely resting, and continued to rock back and forth on his cock. He could see her sweating a little, struggling to maintain the position.
"Tim..." She started.
"Don't worry baby, you're tired aren't you?" He asked.
She paused for a moment before blushing and nodding.
"Don't worry about it baby!" Tim smiled, kissing her passionately, running his hands up the back of her head through her hair.
Haifah smiled, and peeled herself off him, collapsing beside him. Her pussy was covered in her own cum, it had coalesced into a thin white cream. She lay for a moment, her legs open wide. Tim slid of the sofa, onto the hard floor below, and moved his head between her legs. He wanted to taste her cum, and he did, gently licking around her pussy, cleaning it of any cum.
Haifah moaned gently as he payed extra attention to her clit, sucking it gently, spreading apart her labia to get a good view. His cock was hard still, but losing its stiffness. He returned a hand to his cock stroking it.
"Tim! If you're gonna do that I may as well help!" Haifah gasped, trying to mouth words between moans.
Tim stood over her, moving to straddle her as he had done before.
"How about you cum on my face instead? Guys like that don't they?" She asked, taking his cock in her hand.
Tim smiled and nodded, admiring her round breasts once again pressed against his crotch. Her hand slid up and down his shaft, each time bring him closer to cumming. Soon her hand ached, and he took over. She placed a hand over his balls, as he stroked his cock, the tip only inches from her beautiful Pakistani face.
She smiled and moaned as he got closer and closer. Her facial expression would alter between each moan, sometimes opening her mouth or biting her lip. He wanted to cum all over her face and he could feel it building.
He aimed his cock down, he didn't want to overshoot and get his cum in her hair. She opened her mouth as he approached his climax, eager to swallow as much as possible.
"Oh baby..." Tim moaned, as a thick rope of cum shot from his cock.
The first rope was followed by another, and another, in total a half dozen streams of cum shot onto her beautiful face. His orgasm was intense but to his surprise didn't shoot far. The majority landed in her mouth, with one rope up on her cheek. Another fell short, dripping down her chin. She used her finger to push it to her mouth, before sucking his cock gently to make sure she got it all.
As he stood up she swallowed his cum again, smiling afterwards.
"I'm certainly acquiring a taste for your cum Tim," Haifah smiled.
Tim laughed, before kissing her again passionately. He licked her pussy one last time, and then ran his cock down its length, using his last ounce of rigidity to push his way in once. Haifah giggled, pulling him in for a final kiss. As they kissed the alarm sounded - food was ready.
Tim put his clothes back on, regretting not undoing his belt when he took his jeans off. Haifah ran to her room to wash her face again. The two prepared vegetables, and sat down to dinner in the communal kitchen. After dinner, Tim and Haifah returned once again to her room. At this point it was already around 9pm.
"Here, use this!" Haifah said, throwing a toothbrush in Tim's direction from the bathroom doorway.
The two brushed their teeth, Haifah leaning against Tim's chest as she brushed. Her hair was more springy now, Tim noticed, probably a consequence of drying her hair. Her eyes looked tired - she had had a long day.
Tim and Haifah again returned to the bed, the wet patch that had once been Haifah and Tim's cum had almost dried. Again Tim cuddled Haifah in his arms, spooning her softly.
"Haifah..." Tim started, "have you enjoyed today then?"
"Yes, thank you!" She beamed.
"Have you ever done anything like this before?" He asked.
"Honestly? No... I hadn't even kissed a guy before you..." She said, a little embarrassed.
"Well, you did just great. I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of someone as gorgeous as you!" He smiled.
"I bet you say that to all the girls!" She laughed.
Her legs grasped his, her feet running down the length of his leg. Her body tensed for a moment.
"I... I love you Tim" She muttered, almost hoping he wouldn't hear.
Tim paused, not sure what to say. He lent in, kissed her cheek and whispered "I love you too Haifah" before pulling her close to him.
Haifah's body relaxed, her relief obvious. The two laid for a while, talking about trivial things, her family, her time at medical school, her friends. Soon they fell asleep, entwined as before.
Tim awoke to a strange sensation. Unlike last time, Haifah was not cuddled up to him, he wasn't even laid on his side. He was laid flat on his back, and his cock was throbbing. He looked down the bed, his eyes still blurry from sleep, the sun peaking around the curtains, casting a mellow orange glow into the room.
Haifah was hunched horizontally across the bed, pleasuring his cock with her mouth. She licked up and down his shaft and gently fondled his balls. She hadn't even noticed him wake until his hand wandered towards her.
"Good morning handsome!" She whispered, moving towards him for a kiss.
Her lips were moist from sucking his cock. Her hand stayed there, pleasuring him as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
"What are we doing today then?" Tim asked.
"Well, we can go out into the city..." She started, "or we can stay here in bed all day! Either way, you're not getting out of bed today until you cum inside me!"
She smiled, gently biting Tim's lip. He could already feel cum building inside him. She had started preparing him on purpose, he knew it. She suddenly let go of his cock, straddling his chest as he had done hers the night before. She moved her pussy forward, over his mouth, before lowering herself within licking range. Tim obliged, licking her passionately, looking up to see her head thrust back and her breasts proud against the morning light. She rubbed her clit, each time letting out a gently moan.
After a minute or so Haifah lifted herself off him, looking down at his lonely cock.
"You've pleasured me so much, but I don't want you to get all the fun today and me get nothing" She smiled, winking at him.
Haifah returned her attention to his cock, positioning her ass and pussy just to the side of him. As she leant over and began to suck his cock once more Tim slid a finger inside her. She moaned, sending vibrations through his cock. He started fucking her with his finger, slowly, enjoying the vibrations around his cock as she moaned.
He removed his finger, as she removed his cock from her mouth. He quickly moved, straddling her from behind, her ripe ass in the air. He thrust into her, her head resting against the bed. Unlike on the sofa, this time he could go deep inside her. He played with her asshole, rubbing it with a finger, slapping her ass with his other hand every so often.
With each thrust she moaned, each moan muffled by the bedsheets. Her ass was becoming moist, lubricated by the sweat of their sex. The musky, sweet smell of her pussy rose to meet his nose. He wanted nothing more than to cum inside her.
"Cum for me baby, fill my pussy with cum" She moaned, her insides tightening as she approached orgasm.
Tim needed little encouragement, he felt his balls swelling, contracting, urgently producing the cum he needed to fill her insides. A moment later his climax came, he stopped thrusting and lifted her shoulders, pulling her chest towards him, standing her on her knees. One arm held her breast, massaging her nipple, as his other hand thrust towards her clit. He sad her back on her knees, his cock sliding out followed by the first drips of his cum. Haifah sat there, receiving everything Tim gave to her, the kisses on her jawline, the massaging of her nipples, and the pleasure around her clit from his rapidly moving fingers.
Within seconds she could barely sit still, her body shaking in pleasure, her orgasm came, her juices spraying over the bed, producing a reasonable wet patch under her pussy. When she stopped moaning, the two of them collapsed where they sat, diagonally across the bed.
"Oh my god Tim, I don't think I'll be able to move for a while now..." Haifah gasped.
"Come here baby, we don't have to go anywhere!" Tim whispered, pulling her back into his arms once more.
Haifah smiled, pushing her self limply in his direction.
"So, are we going out or staying in?" She asked.
"Well, if we're going out we better be coming back! I don't think I can go home knowing this is the last time I'll fuck you today!" He laughed.
"Oh... You're going home?" She asked, sounding disappointed.
"I thought you'd have lectures tomorrow?" He asked, a little confused.
"I don't care if I have lectures, I want you here!" She said proudly.
Tim laughed kissing her cheek, "Well, I guess I can stay a few more days. I'll need to get some clothes though."
"Well, I guess we're going into the city then! Yay! Shopping trip!" Haifah laughed, grabbing Tim's ass.
The two cuddled for a half hour, before heading to the shower once again. This time, there was less cuddling, less fondling. The two got washed, excited for the day ahead of them. Haifah, again, dried her hair while Tim made breakfast.
The two headed out, only to meet the security guard at reception once again.
"Excuse me," he started, "I thought you were only staying for the day?"
"Err.." Tim wasn't sure what to say.
"Sorry," Haifah interrupted, "he was helping me study all night. I have exams next week!" She lied.
"Oh, well... err... I guess that's fine... Guests are meant to sign in if they're staying over that's all." The guard added.
"Well he may be helping me for a few days, or he might be getting a hotel. We're not sure yet! We can sign him in anyway" Haifah lied, shooting a smile to Tim when the guard wasn't looking.
Tim and Haifah headed for the city, Haifah showed him her university, and some of the sights of London. After lunch, the two went shopping for clothes for Tim. Tim bought the bare essentials, underwear, deodorant, some shirts. While Tim browsed the underwear aisle Haifah feigned embarrassment, and disappeared, only to call him 15 minutes later after he paid for his items.
"Hey, Tim, yeah I'm outside..." Haifah said down the phone.
"Where have you been?" Tim laughed, "I had no idea where you went"
"Oh, you're worrying about me now huh? Scared I've run of with other men? Getting possessive are we?" She teased, being careful nobody heard.
Tim smiled, sticking his tongue out at her.
"No I was merely concerned for your safety!" He smiled.
"I don't want you getting kidnapped and sold as a sex slave" He whispered in her ear.
"Sex slave? Is that what you want ME to be?" She responded, smiling as she whispered it in response.
Tim smiled, and gave her a wink. Haifah bit her lip as she looked at him, an act that he found unbelievably sexy. The two walked together down the street, pushing each other playfully as they went. They arrived at a movie theatre, and decided to spend the afternoon watching a movie.
"Do you know the best thing about movie theatres during the day on a weekday?" Haifah asked quietly as they walked to the screen.
"No?" Tim questioned.
"They are pitch black when the movie is on, and they're almost always completely empty!" Haifah smiled deviously, eating a handful of popcorn.
They walked into the screen their movie was on, surveying the room. A few people were sat in the front half of the screen, so Tim and Haifah chose the back row. The movie had barely started before Haifah had unbuttoned her jeans. She undid his belt, and unbuttoned his too.
Soon Tim felt his hand being placed in her crotch, the feeling over her mound through her underwear divine. He worked his fingers in under her underwear to feel her wet pussy. At the same time her hand pulled his boxers away and a hand entered. She began stroking his cock as he played with her clit.
A moment later Haifah pulled his hand out, and slid to the floor. She turned to face him, pulling his underwear and jeans to just above his knees. Tim was uneasy - what if someone came in? It was 30 minutes into the movie, but Tim kept an eye open, making sure no staff came to check on the screen. Tim felt Haifah take his cock in her mouth - when had this quiet little muslim girl become such a sexual deviant?
Tim stifled every moan, not wanting to alert the people at the front of the theatre to their antics. A few minutes later Haifah licked the length of his cock and sat back on her seat.
She looked over at him, leaning to speak in his ear.
"Well, you don't get to cum yet. I want that inside me later."
Tim could barely concentrate on the rest of the movie, instead focusing on rubbing Haifah's clit again. She leant over against his shoulder, angling her head towards him. He leaned in, expecting her to speak again, only to hear her moan quietly.
"I wish you could fuck me right here..." She moaned.
Tim looked around, the action sequences of the movie were loud, the room almost pitch black. He looked at the seat row in front of him, they were a good 2 feet in front.
"Haifah," He moaned in her ear, "take off your shoes."
She pulled her shoes off her feet.
"Now, take off your jeans, and get on the floor" He whispered, careful nobody heard.
Haifah smiled, shuffled a little, then disappeared into the darkness during a dark scene. Tim rubbed his cock through his boxers, it was still hard from thinking about her clit. As a dark scene started he pulled jeans and boxers below his knees again, and sank to the floor.
He crawled to the right a little, his wide shoulders barely making it between their row of seats and the row infront. He carefully crawled, making sure he didn't appear too high and remain unseen until he felt the mass of Haifah, her legs posed, her puss being rubbed and ready for his cock. He gave her a pussy a quick lick, it was wet with anticipation, he could smell it so strongly over the popcorn smell of the theatre.
Tim crawled a little further, pulling his shirt up so his cock could rest against her pussy unhindered. She pulled his head close, until their mouthes met each others ears.
"This is so hot Tim, now fuck me..." She moaned.
"Gladly baby, I'm going to fill you up!" He moaned back, sliding his cock into her.
He was already close to climax from the blowjob he had already received, and the sheer danger involved made it only more sexy. He pumped in and out of her as she rubbed her clit, and kissed him passionately. Her moans were muffled to most by the volume of the movie, but he could hear them, he could feel them.
"Are you ready baby, I'm cumming" he moaned in her ear, as his cum erupted inside her. She moaned as it spread around her insides.
"Pass me my bag please Tim!" she asked.
Tim obliged, passing her bag to her, she reached inside and pulled out a packet of tissues. She stuffed one to her pussy, captured the spilling cum as Tim pulled out. After a few moments he kissed her, before retreating back to his seat, pulling up his trousers on the way.
Haifah returned to her seat a few moments later, fully dressed. Taking Tim's hand in hers. She looked at him and squeezed.
"That was possibly the best movie I've ever seen" Tim laughed as they left the theatre.
"Oh definitely" Haifah smiled, winking at Tim.
They sat down to dinner in a restaurant, candles separating them. They could barely look at each other without smiling.
The two returned to Haifah's flat, making small conversation with the security guard about how they were going to "revise hard all night". Both of them knew something would be hard all night, and it wouldn't be the revision.
When they got to Haifah's room Tim dropped his bag, and pushed Haifah against the wall. At first she seemed shocked, perhaps a little scared, but she soon realised Tim wanted only to make out with her. She threw off her coat, and kissed him back passionately. Tim lifted her holding her at his height, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck.
"You are the most sexually attractive girl I've ever set my eyes on," he started "and fucking you in the cinema was so fucking hot...!"
She smiled, "Well, I thought if I was going to break the rules and fuck you then why not add a bit more excitement to it," pulling his hair.
"Did you enjoy my cum inside you?" Tim asked.
"Uhuh... oh! I forgot!" She gasped, releasing his neck.
She grabbed her bag, and ran to the bathroom. Tim wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but unbuttoned his shirt and changed into something more comfortable - sweatpants and a T-shirt. A few moments later the bathroom opened slightly.
"Tim! Close your eyes!" Haifah commanded.
Tim laughed, and closed his eyes.
"Ok handsome, you can open them now." She giggled.
Tim opened his eyes to see Haifah in front of him, wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. A deep red lace thong, that stood out against her tan skin, and amatching bra. Tim was speechless, she looked like a goddess.
"Oh..." He smiled.
Haifah wandered over to him, biting her lip, pushing him back on the bed.
"You wanted a slave, so, tell me what you want" She whispered playfully.
Tim picked her up, it always surprised him how light she was. He kissed her again, moving down to her chest as she laid back in his arms. He sat her on the bed, laying her back, kissing her ankles, her shins, her knees, her thighs. Each kiss getting closer to her pussy. He could see it, her pussy, spread around the thong. He kissed her pussy through the thong, nibbling her labia gently. Haifah moaned gently.
He stood up, removed his T-shirt, sweatpants, and underwear. His cock was already hard. It had only been a few hours since the theatre, but he was ready to take her again.
"Take off that bra" he commanded.
She obliged, sitting up and removing it by the front clasp. Her nipples fell into view, perky and erect. She sat there, pushing her chest out a little, eagerly awaiting her next instruction.
"You know what to do now" he smiled.
She leant forward, placing her hands around his cock. She began stroking it back and forth. She leant closer, placing the very tip on her lips, a bead of precum pressing against her lips. She looked up at him, licking it from her lips. Her attention returned to his cock, kisses first, the tip, the shaft. Then, between strokes, long licks up the length of his shaft. Finally, she placed his cock in her mouth, taking it in as far as she could.
Tim was in ecstasy, her thong covered ass wiggling with each stroke of his cock. Tim pulled away, and laid on the bed.
"Take that off" he said, hinting to her thong.
She stood in front of him, turned away, and peeled the thong down slowly, exposing her asshole first, then her pussy.
"I want to taste it"
She knelt over him, facing away, so she could return to his cock. He kept one hand up high and one under her, allowing him to rub her holes while he played with her nipples. Each time he flicked her clit or rubbed her nipple she moaned, sending vibrations through his cock once more. He moved from playing with her holes to inserting his finger into her pussy. She let out a long moan, resonating along his cock.
A few moments later he gave his next command.
"Lay down"
She quickly moved, laying flat on the bed, holding her legs open, ready to take him. He moved around, sucking gently on her nipples and sliding his cock straight into her. She moaned, pulling him in with her legs. She placed her hands above her head, without being forced to. Tim smiled, he kissed her passionately while fucking her slowly. He didn't want to cum, he wanted to enjoy her for as long as possible. He had cum so much in the past two days he knew he had time on his side.
"Suck"
He moved up, his cock sliding out of her, tracing along her abdomen. She lay there, massaging his balls, licking his cock and taking it in her mouth, moaning the entire time.
"Knees"
He moved off her, letting her wriggle free. She smiled, turning around and getting onto her knees.
"Fuck me baby" she moaned.
Tim stood behind her, lining his cock up with her pussy. Again, he slid straight into her, massaging her nipples as he went, careful not to arouse her too much. He slid his thumb over her asshole, massaging it gently. Sliding in and out of her pussy he was getting close. But he did not want to cum in her pussy, or in her mouth. He slid out of her pussy.
"Wait" he commanded.
Haifah sat hunched over on her knees, not moving, a little confused. Tim leant down into his shopping bag, and pulled a tube out. Lube.
"Curl over more, relax a bit baby, I want to fuck your ass" He moaned.
Haifah turned to him, looking a little uneasy, but was eager to please.
"If that's what you want take it. I'm yours, I've given you everything else baby" she smiled.
"If you're sure?" He asked, not sure if she was comfortable.
"Fuck me" she moaned, pulling her ass cheeks apart.
Tim placed a bead of lube on his cock, spreading it around, and then another on his finger. It was cold to the touch, and her ass tensed as he pressed his lubed finger against her. He gently massaged the lube into her hole, starting first with a finger in, one knuckle at a time. She moaned, getting used to the sensation.
He began sliding his finger in and out of her ass, slowly, accompanied by growing moans. He lined his cock up with her ass hole, and pushed. His hard cock had never experienced the ass of a girl before. There was much more resistance than her pussy, but she was limber from his foreplay. His cock slid in, at first half an inch, then an inch. He slid in and out, Haifah's moans growing.
"FUCK TIM I WANT TO CUM" she screamed through a moan.
"Cum for me then baby!" he moaned, barely able to contain his own orgasm.
She began to frantically rub her clit, and within seconds was shaking. Her orgasm came, her ass tightened like concrete around his cock, that was enough. His orgasmed, his cum shooting into her virgin ass, he was barely able to remain upright. As soon as his cock lost some of its stiffness her ass pushed it out, along with a splurt of his cum. Haifah collapsed in front of him, laying on the bed panting. Tim embraced her, kissing her passionately. She responded with her tongue, her hand squeezing his ass.
"Did you enjoy that?" She sighed.
"It was amazing baby, you're a great slave, so obedient!" He laughed, kissing her forehead.
"So is my debt for this revision help repaid now?" She smiled, winking.
"Oh, now now, I don't think we can go that far," he replied, sticking his tongue out at her, "I think I'll have to put you on a payment plan".
Haifah smiled, cuddling him close.
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A Load of Bull
by RPG
If you can't go into that back room in the video store, you're not allowed here, either.
(Another story in the "Lust Farm" series. What would a farm be without cows? And what would cows be without milk? Or bulls? Be advised, there's far too much stuff in this one to fit into 10 keywords. ;) Let's get this show on the road.(
The farm sat next to the highway, which connected three states, framed as always by it's concealing border of trees. The sun shone brightly and warmly on the land inside, hovering directly above it all, letting the entire farmland bathe in the warm midday light. May the buxom collie made her rounds through the farm. It was a pretty casual day, as casual as a day could get in a place of open sexuality like this.
Danny was out in the field, having taken to his position as shearer and unofficial sheepdog, capturing the attention of several bareskinned ewes as he read them an erotic story he had printed out from a website, trying to read it as coherently as possible as one of them quietly sucked him off. A male mouse who worked the haybales was busy taking advantage of the opening rear-end flap in the overalls his female co-worker wore, much to her rapture. May watched it all from a saddle placed atop the broad back of Kirk, the largest stallion on the farm.
Not largest because of his enormous, muscular form, but because he was a Shire stallion, which allowed for a particularly long and thick endowment. The hard, veiny mass of horsemeat bobbed and swung, drooling pre from its tip like a St. Bernard drools saliva, as he crawled on all fours toward the barn. May groaned lightly as her mount's pace caused her to bounce lightly up and down, making her pussy trickle at the sensation of the saddle's grip, which was wedged in there the entire ride. However, she retained the presence of mind to remember the last little event of the day.
She gave a tug on the reins, which were actually tied around the head of Kirk's pendulous cock. The stallion gave a light grunt and looked up at her. "Take me to the milking shed, please, Kirk. And make it fast."
The horse nodded his head, briefly covering his blue eyes in his long, black mane. "Yes, mistress." he said, in his rich, deep voice, and trotted of to the destination, causing May to moan even louder.
May wobbled off of Kirk's back once he had stopped in front of the milking shed, having had several orgasms on the way there. She smiled and lifted her fingers under his chin, a silent command to stand up. She took a tight grip of his cock, giving it a gentle lick on the flat tip. "You've been a good ride, honey. And good horsies deserve to be rewarded."
She pressed his cock up against his chest, then pressing her breasts up against his chest, trapping his cock in between. Her pussy rubbed up against the base of his throbbing cock. She held her arms around his waist and slid her body up and down against him, his cock sliding up and down between her breasts. Because of their height difference, his cock was mouth height to May, which was just an excuse to suck on his flat head like a hungry pup as it came up and down. Kirk planted his large hands against her buttocks as her hips gyrated up and down against his cock, feeling her gasp around his mouthful as his veins raked against her clit.
May pulled her head back, reducing her ministrations to simple licking. She could feel him getting close, and knew how she could drive him off the edge. She knew him well enough to know he liked it, and her bladder was driving her crazy. Sighing deeply, tounging his tip, she unleashed a torrent of warm urine, splattering it against the base of his cock as it rubbed up against her, soaking his wildly twitching balls.
"Ohhh, gods!" Kirk groaned. "That's gonna... OOOOHHH!"
The two let out a colective moan as the stallion fired off round after round of creamy, hot equine seed, covering both their faces and chests. When the euphoria of pleasure wore off, Kirk leaned down and cleaned his cum from May's breasts, making sure to give each nipple a quick suck for good measure.
"Mrrrr, that was fantastic." he said.
"Well, you deserve it. You always know just how to bounce." she replied.
"I know what you like," he grinned. "So, what's going on in the milking shed?"
"Oh, just a collective milking session. Got a couple professionals coming over to help out. The cows are gonna love 'em."
Kirk reached back into the pockets of his saddle, producing a couple small towel, one of which he handed to May, and they both wiped the cum from their faces. "Sound's like fun. Wish I could stay, but my mares need looking after." he said, winking.
May giggled and waved him off. "Well, go on then. I've got work to do."
Kirk nodded, turned on a hoof, and headed out toward the stables, practically feeling May's eyes on his taut rear end.
Corin was out at the front as the truck pulled into the driveway, he grinned as two large figures stepped out.
"About time," the wolf said. "We were beginning to think you wouldn't show up. Everything's all ready for you."
Much like a born sheepdog had been assigned to take care of the sheep, a feline was responsible for looking after the cows. Tyson was a big tiger, wearing cropped black hair, his muscular upper body was bare, allowing any to view the myriad stripes that criss-crossed his back and arms. He wore a pair of jeans, a sizeable lump showed in the front. He sat watching as the five pudgy cows he took care of sat in the living area at the front of the shed, giggling and chattering about the day's event. The biggest one, the self appointed leader of the group, was Laurel. The Holstein sat at the middle of the group, simply listening, her crossed arms sat upon by her enormous breasts, each sporting two elongated teats which dribbled milk no matter how long she was milked, and they had a tendency to squirt like crazy whenever she came, which Tyson knew from personal experience.
Tyson grinned as he looked her over. Even though she was 52, and two of the other girls happened to be her daughters, she was still incredibly hot, no question about it. He moved over to the equipment locker, rifling through his pocket for the key. Key found, he opened the locker up, taking out 2 sets of breast-pumping equipment specially designed for cows. Not enough to go around all at once, but then again it wouldn't matter, all of the girls liked to be milked naturally too. Tyson grinned, taking out some silvery milk buckets, and closed up the locker as a knock came from the front door. The cows giggled with excitement, except for Laurel, who always kept her composure. She nodded to Tyson, who nodded back and moved to the door. As he moved, he could feel a chill of nerve, plus a strong erection tried hard to escape his pants, he knew he was excited too.
He opened the door to see May standing there naked, smelling of horse cum. He called back inside the shed. "Just May, girls."
The cows made disappointed noises as May stepped in and looked them over. She nodded to Laurel. "They all ready?"
Laurel grinned, breaking her composed facade to show she was excited too. "They always are. IF your 'specialists' get here sometime this week."
May chuckled, leaning against Tyson's chest. "They're already here," she said, making the cows squeal with excitement. "I just saw them coming into the back now with Corin."
Tyson prodded May in the rear with a thick digit for her attention. "Why do we need 'specialists', anyway? We milk these girls all the time ourselves."
"That's not the only reason we called them here. May's starting to get on in years. When we give her a nice room to live out her days, we're gonna need a few more cows."
Tyson nodded thoughtfully. "So they're here to breed too?
May nodded back. "That's right. Laurel's daughters are old enough for it, now, and they're both ready. I only wish I could stay to watch, but I have to go 'motivate' our accountant back in the farmhouse."
May nudged Tyson and stepped back out, he watched her ass swing as she left, envying the accountant. No sooner had he closed the door, then he heard another knock. Opening the door he smiled at the sight of Corin, standing behind the two enormous black bulls, one a little bit taller than the other, both wearing thick sets of horns that curved forwards as they exited their skulls, then curving upwards as they tapered to sharp looking points. Tyson resisted the temptation to make a stupid joke, considering the impending events. "So these are our 'specialists'?"
Corin nodded. "Mm hmm, they're here to make the experience a little more enjoyable," he pointed to the taller one firstly. "This is Jack. And this is Sergio."
"Are they ready?" asked Sergio. Tyson grinned. "They've been ready for weeks. Come in, before they hyperventilate from excitement."
The girls made all manner of excited sounds as the Tyson led the bulls in, followed by Corin, the musky scent of bull sweat visibly aroused them. Jack took notice of Laurel, remaining stoic as ever, making a mental note to get himself a piece of that.
"Alright, girls. This is Jack and Sergio," said Corin. "Guys, these are Kim, Rita, Lucy, Maggie, and the big one there is Laurel."
"Hi, Jack. Hi, Sergio." the cows said affectionately in unison.
Jack was already beginning to unfasten his belt. "Hello, ladies. We all ready to have fun?"
There was a flurry of nods, including from Laurel. Jack winked and dropped his pants, eliciting ooh's and ahh's from the cows. He held his cock up, stroking it gently into arousal. "You girls aren't the only ones who're gonna get milked today."
He nodded to the other males who all hurriedly undressed. Tyson moved to gather the milking equipment, two of the cows murred as they admired his taut, stripey rear-end. He tossed one set over to Corin and sat behind Maggie, a fair-haired Jersey. He leaned over her shoulder, nuzzling against her cheek. She sighed as she felt his erection sliding up between her buttocks, just under her tail. He placed small transparent siphons over each teat, fitting snugly, making her look like she was wired to the pump by her breasts. He set the releasing pipe into the bucket, bending forward more, pressing his tip against her tail. He licked at her cheek and turned the pump on, making her gasp as the incredible suction force began to greedily suck the milk from her breasts. Tyson smiled as he saw the white fluid travel down the flexible transparent pipes, disappearing into the pump to reappear and trickle into the bucket.
"You ready?" he whispered into her ear. Maggie nodded, to horny for words, and lifted her plump rear end for him. Tyson growled with lust and took hold of her hips, slowly sliding his cock to the hilt into her tailhole. Maggie gripped the floor tightly, throwing her head up and moaning loudly as the flow of milk from her breasts got stronger. The tiger chuckled as he began to pump in and out of her, cows always produced better when they were really, really horny.
By this time, Corin was already hard at work. The completely white-furred Rita was rapidly riding the wolf's cock up and down as he added impetus to the milk being pumped from her breasts by squeezing them tightly, one lonely siphon lay on the floor as he sucked milk from her free teat like a hungry cub.
Jack and Sergio were already busy with Kim and Lucy, Laurel's two daughters. Each pairing facing each other, a single bucket between them as the bulls fucked the cows rapidly. They squeezed their partner's breasts, squirting milk into the bucket, but mostly on each sister. Jack aimed a teat at Sergio, sending him a shot of milk, which he caught in his mouth skillfully.
Laurel sat back in the middle, watching the display with interest, absently rubbing at her wet pussy. Finally deciding to get involved she crawled up to Kim, as Jack pounded hard into her repeatedly. Laurel pressed her breasts against those of her daughter, coating both sets in milk. Jack got even more aroused as the mother passionately kissed her daughter, their tongues mingling. Laurel pulled back, her tongue touching that of her daughter until the end. She stood up and pressed her drooling pussy against Kim's muzzle, who obediently began pleasuring her mother with her broad tongue. Jack leaned in and joined in, Laurel gasped as two tongues, bucking up and down with Jack's rapid pumping motions, probed deep within her experienced cunt, milk leaking from her teats like bad faucets.
Sergio and Lucy shifted themselves closer, both applying their tongues to Laurel's flexing anus. Laurel moaned out loud, squeezing her breasts in ecstasy, squirting milk all over the wall. Their bentver positions allowed Kim and Lucy better aim at the bucket between their mother's legs, and with the help of the two bulls currently mating them, the bucket began to fill more quickly.
Corin groaned, biting lightly on his mouthful of teat as he felt himself getting close, his knot having filled Rita with a satisfying pop. A chance glance to a window behind Tyson, who was still hard at work fucking Maggie in the ass, to see two heads bobbing up and down as they watched the display from outside. It was Danny, watching intently along with a black-haired ewe who was apparently riding him as they watched the "milking session". Neither of them noticed they had been spotted, they were busy watching the five-bovine party off in the corner. Corin grinned, the sheer voyeurism sending his pleasure into overdrive. He gave off a howl and fired jet after jet of hot lupine seed up into Rita's womb. He lay back, letting her rest on top of him, waiting out the tie.
Tyson shifted Maggie onto her side, lifting her leg over his shoulder and began to pound her tailhole hard, gritting his teeth with exertion as he felt himself getting close. Maggie's tongue lolled out with lust, the tiger's rapid pumping motions shaking her to the bone. Tyson threw his head back, releasing a deep growl from his throat as he gave one final hard thrust and emptied the contents of his fuzzy, white balls into the panting cow.
Laurel held tightly to Jack's horns as the four tongues pleasured her to near breaking point, her head tilted back, her eyes glazed over and her mature breasts leaking milk profusely. There was nothing better than this, being licked to extreme pleasure by her own daughters and the future fathers of her grandchildren, whose coming existence was becoming more and more assured as the pleasure built in all five of them. Then it all happened at once, they all howled out as they came, Laurel's tits squirting milk copiously, mimicking the cocks of Jack and Sergio as they impregnated her daughters. When she came down from the enormous high, Laurel made sure to give the two bulls a kiss before lying down onto her velvet pillow in the middle of the room.
After several minute of being stuck inside Rita, Corin finally popped out, standing up and moving the very full milk buckets out of the way. The remaining males pulled out of the females and began gently licking the sweat off of each other. After they had regained the energy, they all stood up, uncertain of what to do next. Laurel looked to Jack, who gave her a sly grin back. The older bovine turned and wiggled her behind, enticing him to press his chest against her back, his erection becoming strong again, pressing against her rear. Laurel winked to Tyson, who met her chest to chest. The two males grinned to each other over her shoulder and entered her at both ends at once.
"OHH!" Laurel moaned. "That's it, boys! Give it to me good!"
The bull and the tiger obliged her pumping into her slowly in unison. Tyson squeezed Laurel's breasts as they ground against his chest, making her spurt her milk onto his snowy-furred chest. The other cows gathered together, sitting side by side, signaling Corin and Sergio to stand before them. They all shared a guilty little pleasure, one that no male had refused yet, and no change would result here.
"We love to be covered in male's milk." Maggie explained.
Sergio nudged Corin and the two chuckled, looking over the horny, naked cows who looked up hopefully at them. "Well, we've got plenty of it, don't we?"
Oh, yeah," said Corin. "Say please."
"Pleeeeeezzzze?" she girls said in their best pleading tone. The two males winked to each other. Corin surprised them when he reached over to stroke Sergio's meat, a gesture the bull returned to the wolf's delight. The cows decided to urge them along a little faster. Maggie turned and kissed Kim passionately, exchanging saliva along their tongues. Lucy leaned over Rita and began to suckle the milk from her breast, squeezing the other, making Rita moan with pleasure. The two males flashed naughty grins down at the cows as they stroked each other's cocks, the sight of the four sexy girls rubbing, kissing and squeezing each other creating enough stimulation for Corin and Sergio to begin getting off quickly.
Corin stood on his heels, hissing through his teeth as he felt himself getting close. The growing heat he felt from Sergio's cock told the wolf that his partner was getting close too. "Get ready, girls," Corin warned. "We're almost there!"
The four cows stopped what they were doing and got up on their knees in from of the two males, side by side, keeping each other's breasts pressed against each other, bearing cheek to cheek grins, and were rewarded at the wolf and the bull erupted jets of hot semen all over their breasts.
"Aahhhhh..." Corin groaned, patting Sergio on the cock. "Now that's the way to milk a male."
"No, that's just one way.," said Sergio. "Would you girls like to taste our milk too?"
The girls enthusiastically nodded and began to lick and suck at Corin and Sergio's packages, two to a male. "Of course," Corin remarked. "How thoughtless of me."
Jack and Tyson were now hard at work pumping Laurel full of their meats at both ends, the elder cow held tightly to the thin furs on Tyson's chest as the moaned at the feeling of the two cocks sliding in and out of her passages like twin pistons.
"Mmm... About time I got to do this." said Tyson.
"Ahh! Hahh! All you had to do is ask!" said Laurel
"Nng... Yeah," said Jack. "How could she not accept? Rrf... She's hotter than hot. She's practically begging for you to fuck her."
Tyson held on to her hips tighter and thrusted harder. "Heh, guess your right."
The two grinned and continued to pump her in unison, Jack could swear he could just barely feel the head of Tyson's cock through the separation between Laurel's pussy and rear passage, it merely excited him further and drove him on. He whispered into Laurel's ear. "Watch this."
With that, Jack leaned forward over Laurel's shoulder and planted his lips against Tyson's, probing them with his tongue until he felt Tyson's rough feline tongue against his and the two intertwined. Laurel giggled, enjoying the two males who frenched each other as they fucked her. Tyson gave her a swat on the rump with his long, stripey tail. The two really got into it, kissing deeply, their balls rumbling as the pleasure built.
The tongues of the cows on Corin and Sergio's cocks met as they pleasured the hot sexual organs. Each pairing would give and occasional suck or nip onto a cockhead or ballsack. The males felt themselves getting close already. Needing no signal, the cows pulled back, pressing their cheeks close to each other in pairs as the two males fed them their hot seed.
Maggie giggled, tasting Corin's cum. "Mm, my kind of milk."
"Yeah." said Kim, licking Sergio's cum off her cheek. "High in protein."
The males that fucked Laurel pounded her harder than they had before, both having pulled back from their long kiss to grip Laurel's shoulders gently in their teeth as the pressure between their legs built to incredible levels. Laurel threw her head back; electric surges of pleasure building all over her body. Then they all came at once, Jack and Tyson unloaded wave after wave of semen into Laurel's body as she bathed Tyson's face and chest in warm milk. As they came down from their high, the three held tightly to each other. Laurel and Jack leaned in to clean the milk from Tyson with their broad tongues.
"Ohhh, that was fantastic." Tyson gasped.
"You deserve it." said Laurel. "You take such good care of us."
"But that was only the beginning," said Jack, winking. "We've got the whole night to ourselves."
And the 'milking session' continued on into the night, several more buckets being filled and all of the cows too. As the sun began to go down, May passed by the cow shed, alive with the sounds of male and female moaning. When she came to the side, she saw Danny laying naked and half-asleep on the top of a large crate that sat under a shed window, a sleeping black-haired ewe lay with her head on his stomach, unconsciously sucking on his cock. May grinned and walked up to them, Danny blinked wearily as he looked up to the collie.
"Good show, was it?" she asked.
Danny winked to her. "You know it."
That's part 2 in the bag. Coming up next, Kirk shows the new filly the in's and out's of horse breeding. Don't touch that... what dial?
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Warning: Some mild NC and humiliation. Please Note: I do not condone child abuse or pedophilia in real life, nonconsensual stuff, whatever, this is just a fantasy! If you don't want to read about a young fox boy discovering his herm body in intimate detail, don't read! Chapter One: Bran's Change The air was balmly and warm on the bluffs by the great fjord. Fruit and berry trees had just come into blossom, and swallows winged on the breeze. It was Maying Eve in the village of the Waterfox tribe. This was the holiday reserved for the spirit of spring and growth. In ancient times, it had been reserved for mating rituals and fertility rites, so the cubs conceived in spring would be born in the winter, when their mothers had time to recover from the birthing and nurse the infants without interruption. Recently, there were more exceptions to this, as life was not so hard as it had been in ancient days. The Maying Eve rites were now more a celebration of sex and life than a necessity of reproduction and survival. Most of the high-ranking paired adults had ventured into the woods, to mate in secluded, isolated spots for the course of the next several days. In old times, all the other members of the village would have stood guard on the perimeters of their territory, vigilant so their chiefs and chieftesses could breed in safety. Now more peaceful, recent decades, the lower-ranking pairs and the single adults enjoyed their own pleasure rites. Each Maying Eve they would gather at a ruin formation they called 'the standing stones.' When the moon is in full view, they howl to greet it, and begin an orgy. Their cries of joy and pleasure can be heard far afield, and do not cease until the edge of dawn. The older, ranked cubs run wild during this time - with no supervision from the mating adults, they dare to enter the adults' lodge, sample their elders' wine and pipeweed, and also practice their own tenuous explorations of mating. The only sexually aware foxes who did not celebrate Maying Eve were the guards, who had volunteered and been selected by lottery, and very old foxes - those who no longer wished to mate, and those who no longer could. One of these abstaining elders was a five-tailed Matron called Kiri. She had gathered the village's kitlings - the little cubs under age ten -around the spicenut tree for sorting, once again. Each Maying Eve, Kiri performed the task of sorting the kits into their different sex groups. She took a satisfaction in discovering each cub's destiny, each cub's future role in the tribe. Some of the cubs called Kiri 'grandmother,' looked up to her, and came to her for advice. Other cubs liked to tease Matron Kiri and insight her fiery temper. Almost all of the more timorous cubs were afraid of her. Though old, she retained a fierce, strong sort of beauty, and even though age had weakened her somewhat, she bore a tough and commanding presence. Kiri was a true alpha fox, and she had long ago earned a place of respect in the village. All of the village kits, regardless of age or sex, were clothed in white loincloths, each bearing a single yellow stripe, to signify their rank as cubs. Most chattered, played and fought with each other, some skittered around the edges, chasing each other. Bran was not one of those cubs. He cringed in place on the outskirts of Kiri's inner circle, hoping Matron Kiri would somehow overlook him there. For the past eight years, Bran had been sorted in the Eagle group - the boys who would become braves and fathers. The sorting process was disliked by all the Eagle boys Bran knew - Matron Kiri put her hand under their loincloths and pressed her finger up against their balls - ew! A few years ago, Bran had found out what his elder had been looking for when his older neighbor, Brey, had been sorted into the other boys' group, Salmon. 'She found a hole,' Brey had whispered to him, through a fist-sized knot in the fence separating their family lodges. Bran had glanced around furitively, checking to see that all were asleep, before whispering back, "Show me." Brey hesitated. In the faint, smoldering light cast by the dying embers of the fire, young Bran put his eye to the hole, and watched Brey shyly bend over and lift his breechcloth aside. His little sack dangled down between his legs, as did his flaccid sheath. Bran didn't notice anything different from his own equipment at all, until he saw a slight movement just above Brey's balls. Just the slight protrudence of two hairless ridges of flesh, and a tiny cleft between. The 'cleft' jumped, it sort of winked. Bran gasped. His own tiny penis jerked from its sheath, and poked him hard in the belly as he bent away from the hole. It bobbed and smacked against his leg as Bran turned and fled, leaving the crouched form of Brey without a word. The sight of Brey's hole had haunted Bran ever since - thinking about it made him feel strangely excited, but it also manifested a weird feeling of dread. Thinking about it also gave Bran erections. Before, Bran had thought of his sheath as his penis, his 'wee' - but now, he knew he had a dick. His sheath was just its covering. The cub learned to masturbate his penis through his sheath, stretching the loose skin back and forth, until the small prepuce could not contain his full erection. It felt good, though Bran didn't feel any urgings toward climax yet. For the next several month, Bran would check behind his balls several times a day for 'the hole.' He always ran his fingers over a smooth surface of soft, downy fur, the pucker of his anus the only orifice present, and he would breath a sigh of relief. Bran began to watch Brey, and he noticed a change in him in the next year. They hadn't spoken much since that night on Maying Eve. He sported new piercings in his ears, and wore a string of irridescent shells around his neck. Brey's attendance at brave training waned, and Bran began to see him at the weaverwoman's house, taking classes with girls. After a few months, Brey took up with a group of older Salmon cubs, and began to hang around the boys' lodge - even though they were all still too young to enter. Through incessant questioning of his elders, Bran learned that Brey would probably become a boywife. Bran's father reluctantly explained to his son that skilled, attractive Salmon boys brought a hefty dowry, as there were many young braves who needed helpmates and scouts, but were not yet rich enough to take on a female wife and support a family. Bran wrinkled his nose. 'So he has to act like a girl? So his family can sell him?' Bran's father shrugged. 'Brey could object if he did not wish to follow that path. There are some Salmon boys who grow up to reject that grouping, and become braves and take wives of their own.' This was not a satisfactory answer for Bran. 'But will they father cubs? They'll never have their own lodge, right?' His father shook his head and clapped Bran on the shoulder. 'You shouldn't worry so much. Most boys are Eagle. You're Eagle, you're not even a Salmon, so don't worry about it.' Bran had taken solace in his father's point - he wasn't a Salmon, he didn't have to worry about been sold off as some rich brave's sex-servant. Bran made up his mind to be an Eagle boy. He was going to be a brave and a lodge father, he would never get that hole! Through the next few years, Bran lived by that assumption. He seldom worried about the possibility of 'the hole' except during Maying Eve time, and last year it had been completely absent, as Matron Kiri declared him as Eagle, once again. This morning, when the tawny-furred cub had woken, he reached down the cream colored fur of his belly, past his half-engorged member, behind his soft, nectarine-sized sack, just to check one last time to be sure. He skated his fingers against the fur, he felt a looseness of the skin. Pulse quickening in panic, Bran pressed his fingers and felt his skin part. A strange sensation sparked inside him and made his dick jump. He yanked his hand away, too scared to probe any further. Bran ran to the washbasin and straddled it, hoping to catch a glimpse of the reflection of his underside. All he saw were dark, murky waters. Bran heard that kits who avoided the sorting were caught and whipped by Matron Kiri herself! Bran had never been afraid of her before, when he was unquestionably an Eagle. Last year, he had even mouthed off to her when she reached between his legs, and taunted her when she would not chase him beyond the circle. But now, he understood why so many kits feared her. It was rumored that sometimes Matron Kiri would get really mad at a cub, and announce their group in front of the whole circle! But even a quiet whisper in your ear from Matron Kiri could change your life forever. Matron Kiri kept a tally of all the village children on a great sealskin scroll. There was no escaping her judgment. Maybe it wasn't a hole, maybe his sack was just growing backwards, Bran reasoned to himself. Kiri wouldn't put him in Salmon! Bran remembered how gentle Kiri had been when she had first sorted him, how happy he had been to hear the word 'Eagle' whispered in his ear before he even knew what it meant. Bran thought about the word 'Salmon' sourly. Eagles eat salmon, he thought. Snapping back to the present, Bran watched as Matron Kiri called out a series of five names. One of her disciples on the edge of the circle echoed the list at the top of her lungs, as did a guard stationed at the very edge of the field surrounding the spicenut tree. Only a few moments later, a group of girls entered the circle. They were about Bran's age, a few younger, and they seemed nervous, a bit embarrassed, as they entered the circle whispering to themselves. They were bare-chested and flat, save for the tallest girl. She looked awkward among the other cubs, too mature to be here - most likely this was her tenth and final sorting. Bran's eyes focused on her small, knot-sized breasts and her tender nipples, swollen with the first signs of puberty. The girl came forward and stated her name. Kiri nodded to her and motioned for her to put her leg up on a polished stone. It was called the 'sorting stone,' and it was made out of some shiny black rock Kiri had found up in the mountains. On each side, a glyph was carved for each group - Eagle, Salmon, Orca, and Bear. The girl stepped gingerly onto the stone and raised her tail to one side. She leaned forward as the matron pressed on the center of her back. Kiri's hand disappeared under the girl's skirt, paused for a moment, and whispered into the girl's ear. The girl looked down into the stone, as if she could see an image there. Then, Matron Kiri pulled her shoulder back. The girl stepped down awkwardly, and walked back to the edge of the circle. Bran knew there were two groups of girls too - Orca and Bear. While Bran knew that Orca girls were common and Bear girls were few, he wasn't sure the exact anatomical difference between the two. Matron Kiri was a Bear, Bran recalled. He had seldom payed much attention at sortings, simply playing with the others until his name was called. But Bran noticed that the group drawn around the circle was solemn and quiet. He realized he was among the very young children, at their first or second sorting, the disciples of Kiri - mostly older Bear girls and a few older Salmon boys - and all the anxious Eagle and Orca cubs, whose bodies had changed, all awaiting Elder Kiri's pronouncement. As the girls were sorted, a group of Eagle boys - some of Bran's friends - raced to the outer edge of the circle and began to catcall. They lifted their loincloths and flashed their erect penises at Matron Kiri and the girls being sorted. Bran couldn't help but giggle. 'If you don't stop showin' pink you're gonna see red!' barked the elder, and chucked a fist-sized river stone at Kard, the group's leader. It clipped him on the thigh and he yelped, then the boys skittered off. Now the girls giggled. One shyly stepped forward. Bran watched quietly as they were sorted. Kiri had a gentle manner with them, but also a very efficient one. None of these girls were Bear, and this was just a ritual, a formality. When Kiri finished with the girls, she called another group, this time mixed girls and boys. One girl came from the anxious inner circle, and as she walked towards the spicenut tree she began to cry. Bran found that watching only increased his anxiety, and yet he couldn't find the will or the nerve to go play with the others. It seemed wrong, and they might have seen him here, waiting to be sorted. How could he explain? He couldn't look away. Kiri motioned to the crying girl first. 'Kena,' she mumbled her name, walking towards the sorting stone quickly. Matron Kiri held the girl by the shoulders to stop her, bent down to whisper to her. The girl sniffed. She guided her gently to the sorting stone, still whispering to her. Kena seemed to have calmed, though tears still ran down her cheeks, as she lifted her leg up to the block. Bran wondered what Kiri was saying to her. He watched Kiri go under the girl's skirt, saw her arm pause there, and then seem to reach around to the Kena's front. Kiri smiled, though the girl began sobbing again, now harder than ever. The elder removed her hand, patted the girl on the rear, and lifted her from the stone. Kiri took the girl into an embrace, whispered something else to her, and set her back down. Kena walked back into the circle, looking down. She tried to hide her face to save some dignity, but Bran saw her face was wrinkled and flushed red. Bran quickly looked away. Kena had been sorted into Bear. He felt the tears beginning to well in the corners of his eyes, and knew he would not be able to stop himself from crying when his turn came, also. To cry like that in front of the others, to show such weakness - Bran made up his mind he would not endure such humiliation. He suddenly found the energy and the will to sprint out of the circle, to the very edge of the field. Bran dashed out of the way of a group of cubs playing tag, leaped over a gang of girls lying on a dirt patch, playing a game with painted bone discs, and scrambled into the thicket at the edge of the field. The guard watching the perimeter shouted 'Hey!' as Bran darted past, but Bran's small size allowed him to navigate quickly through the briars and leave the bulky guardfox behind. Bran curled up into a ball under a willow tree, the draping branches of newly green leaves concealing him. The yells, yips, barks and singsong rhymes of the playing cubs were still quite loud here, and Bran could still hear the calling of names. He would know when his name was called. Bran reached in between his legs, hoping that fold of skin might have just been a dream so early in the morning. It was not - his fingers found the soft, hairless skin easily, and he felt it quiver reflexively at his touch. 'Oh!' he breathed, a thrill shooting through the nerves of the area. His pink penis tip extended, and he suddenly felt the need to piss. Bran sat up and knelt, leaning against the willow trunk. He coaxed a stream of hot urine from his half-erect member by tickling underneath the piss hole. Bran took comfort in this familiar body function - he aimed at a low-hanging leaf strand and doused it with a spray of piss, enjoying the simple satisfaction of the act. As the trickle ended, Bran heard Kiri call his name. He froze. The name was repeated once, twice, by the disciple and guard. Bran crouched and hugged his knees to his chest. He didn't care if Matron Kiri did beat him - he was staying an Eagle. Bran wondered if his father really would sell him. He wondered what he would do if he found out Bran had run away from the sorting. He would probably get a beating from him, as well. The cub tried to imagine his life as a boywife, or as a brave without children, without a lodge. He knew so few examples, it was difficult. Bran knew in theory, ones sex group didn't have an effect on rank, but it seemed it was much more difficult to gain rank for the Salmon group. They were trained and raised to be help-mates, not leaders. Then and there, Bran vowed to himself he would be no help-mate. He would never be any fox's slave. If they tried to make him, he would run away! 'That's it!' Bran murmured to himself. He would just run away. Bran smoothed down his breechcloth and wiped his face. He set his jaw in resolve, and slowly crawled out of the briar patch. He was going to face his sorting, but he would never be a boywife! The guard he passed looked over and caught his gaze. 'It's not so bad, you know,' he murmured as the cub walked by, and the words seemed to catch Bran off guard. Bran felt the guard's simple words knock the wind out of his sails. Was it that obvious what he now was? Did he look different somehow? The acknowledgment of it from another fox had made it seem more real to him. The cub had to bite his lower lip and look straight ahead to force back the tears he thought he'd mastered in the bushes. He walked into the circle, past the other cubs. A few of his Eagle friends rushed by and jeered at him, but Bran's focus was on Matron Kiri, and he hardly noticed. Bran took his place in line, behind three younger cubs. He stared straight ahead, trying to clear his mind, to go someplace else mentally. When his turn came, Kiri grinned at him knowingly. 'Well, you're late,' she grunted. 'Your father teach you to come when called, pup?' Bran didn't say anything, found he couldn't find any words to answer her. He kept his head down, his gaze averted from hers, and moved towards the sorting block without prompting. He just wanted to get it over with quickly. Bran felt rough hands on his shoulders, stopping him, and Kiri's muzzle at his ear. 'Sorting is not for finding out who, but what we are. Who we are never changes.' Bran felt her hand on his back, felt the eyes of all the other cubs in the circle on him. She was pushing him up to the block. He lifted his leg and put his foot upon the shiny black stone. The stone was cold on his footpads, and he felt a draft under his loincloth. Then Bran felt Kiri's hand on his thigh, then touching his sheath and balls. Though her hands were rough, she took a gentle touch as she squeezed, checking the placement and presence of testicles. Kiri's fingers skated back to press the spot behind his balls - discovering the skin yielding, Kiri probed with one digit. Bran sucked in his breath at the contact, but was not at all prepared for what happened next! He let out a loud yelp as he felt Matron Kiri push her entire finger into his dry hole with a quick, relentless thrust. His penis gave a powerful jerk, and he felt her touch a strange spot, a spot which sent sparks of pain and pleasure down to his balls. 'Ow,' he whimpered, but Kiri was already withdrawing her digit. 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"Hey Vic."
I looked up as Carol approached my desk. She was frowning as she looked over the papers in her hand.
"What's up?"
"I was doing some research on these latest donations. They keep getting larger and I thought that was odd since we're in a recession. So when I started digging, I noticed the last five donations were in different names, but they all pretty much came from the same parent company."
I glanced at the papers in her hand, my heart racing. How had she uncovered that? She wasn't supposed to be able to trace them all back to Tae and her Grandfather.
"Really? That's odd."
"Yeah, right? I'm just worried we're gonna get audited if someone at the IRS notices this."
I took the papers from her, pretending to look them over.
"I'll look into it."
"I don't mind doing a little more digging if—"
"No, it's okay. Let me take care of it," I smiled. "It's my job. I don't do much around here anyway."
She chuckled, glancing at the papers in my hand in an unsettled way, but then turning to leave.
"Thanks Carol," I called after her.
"No problem."
*
I wanted to speak with Tae about this latest development, but she was busy opening a new nightclub...and it slipped my mind. I had other things I was working on, Carol didn't mention it again...I assumed it was over. So, when I was summoned to Tae's office one afternoon, weeks later, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I walked in, a smile on my face, until I saw her Grandfather standing near a window. The look on their faces made me nervous.
"What?" I dove in.
"Lawyers called. Our contact at the FBI mentioned that we're being investigated for fraud."
That was Tae...and my heart started to pound, hard.
"Uh...what?"
Her grandfather turned to face me fully.
"Someone from *your* office contacted a 'friend' at the FBI asking about numerous increasingly large donations that she traced back to the same source. That started the inquiry."
I closed my eyes, swearing under my breath.
"Fuck. I thought she let it go."
Tae raised a brow. Her face was completely calm, but I could see the surprise in her eyes. "Babe, what the fuck? *Who*?"
"Carol. My Assistant Superintendant. She noticed a problem with the donations a few weeks ago. I was going to talk to you about it, but—"
A second later the breath was forced from me as Don Carlos slammed me against a wall, his very strong hand curled around my throat, squeezing.
"You fucking stupid *puta*, you knew about this and did nothing?"
The sound of a gun cocking echoed loudly in the suddenly deadly silent office. I turned toward the sound, shocked that Tae would pull a gun on me...even more shocked when I saw whose head it was pressed against.
"Con respecto, Abuelo*, take your hands off her."
The three of us were frozen, taking each other in for a long moment, until Don Carlos removed his hand. My breath returned as I gasped and Tae slowly lowered the gun. He turned to stare at Tae.
"You pull a gun on *me*?"
He whispered harshly, his voice reflecting shock, anger...and hurt.
"Perdóname*, Don Carlos," Tae answered softly...carefully. "Please let me take care of this."
He stared at her for another moment, swallowing angrily, before he turned and left the office, closing the door behind him. I watched Tae release a breath I hadn't realized she was holding. This was *not* good. We were in trouble. *I* was in trouble.
"Tell me what happened," she demanded quietly.
I did, quickly, anxiously, trying not to react as she watched me stoically. When I was done, she just stood, watching me for a moment, before she ran her hand through her short, soft curls. I noticed her hand was shaking a little and felt my stomach pitch.
"Babe, you know we have to kill her, right?"
My eyes must have reflected that I knew no such thing.
"I'll talk to her—"
"The damage is done. They will come after her. They will pressure her to get them proof. Documents, banking records...shit she has access to. She has to go."
I shook my head...but a part of me knew this would happen eventually, didn't I? Wasn't it inevitable, given the life we led, the crimes I took part in, that I would have to kill someone I knew, someone who was trying to do the right thing...an innocent?
"Tae, she had no idea," I argued desperately. "I wasn't allowed to tell her or she would never have said anything. She didn't mean—"
Tae was just watching me...and I knew I wasn't going to persuade her to change her mind. I wasn't sure if I could...or *should*. Not if I wanted to protect her grandfather...or her. I sat down heavily on one of the leather sofas, my entire body trembling.
"Tae...we can't," I whispered.
She didn't respond...and I knew. I just knew.
*
I thought I had time. Time to think of a solution to this problem. I spoke with Carol the next day...she really had just reached out to a friend who was a researcher at the FBI. It was all innocent. She had no idea they would launch an investigation. She was just trying to protect us...to protect *me*. My head was swimming with possible ideas as I assured her it was not a problem, that I understood...but part of me knew I was talking to a dead woman unless I could think of a solution, and fast.
Two days later, Carol didn't show up for work. No call and no answer when I phoned her.
*
"You didn't even give me a chance to fix this!"
I was hysterical, tears staining my cheeks as I continued to rant and rave at Tae. She was standing in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling length windows in our bedroom, staring out into dark nothingness.
"Tae? What did you do? Did you give her money to run? Please..."
I was begging now...but I knew. I *knew*. I would never see Carol again...and another piece of me died inside.
Tae didn't answer. I just watched as she raised a hand to pull on the joint she'd lit earlier. I'd forgotten she even had it.
"Tae, please..."
She turned to me, but didn't say a word, those stormy grey eyes I loved so much cold...dead.
I dropped down on the bed heavily, trying not to fall apart. This was my fault. I'd had a chance to fix this and I'd done nothing. And now Carol was dead. I thought about her mother who was elderly and infirmed, living in some shitty nursing home. Carol had complained about it all the time. She was an only child, and she'd been paying for part of the cost of that place...I needed to find out where her mother was so I could have her moved to a better facility. I would have to figure out a way to pay the bill anonymously. And although I wanted to, I knew I could not visit her or the FBI would link me to Carol's disappearance. The fact that this woman would now die alone, without her daughter by her side, sickened me. The entire situation sickened me.
"I need to go."
Tae's voice, no emotion in it, as if this was a normal day. I closed my eyes, swallowing down the anger, trying to accept that this was *my* fuck up, not hers. I'd given her no option, right? God.
"You gonna be okay?"
I was laying down, my arm over my eyes, my body trembling with...the horror of what I'd done. Was I going to be okay? No. Probably not.
"Sure," I spit out.
I needed to get out of here. Go and hide for a few days, maybe weeks...I needed to get my head back on straight.
As if she knew what I was thinking, Tae stopped when she was standing near me, and I heard the tension in her voice.
"You can't run, Vic. Do you hear me? My Grandfather..." She shook her head. "You run right now and he *will* send men to kill you."
I removed my arm and sat up a little, staring at her. She was not joking.
"What?"
"You heard me. You run, you're dead. You have to deal with this. This investigation could take us all down. You have to deal with this, ride it out."
She was serious. Oh my God...
"Tae...you would let him do that?" I asked softly.
"Babe, I can't watch you 24/7. Jari can't either. He has access to every part of our lives, including this fucking apartment, your job, where you go to school. Our security company is *his* security company. You getting the picture? He's watching us. I pointed a fucking gun at his head. He's pissed and he's worried...he *will* kill you. And then Miguel will happily kill me. Do you understand? Do. Not. Run. Do not freak out like you usually do. You have to stay and deal with this."
I swallowed, remembering that Don Carlos' former second-in-command, Miguel Cruz, was always waiting in the wings to remove Tae from the picture. He only needed one excuse...one chance. Jesus, what had I done?
I swallowed. "I won't run," I promised.
She closed her eyes for a moment and I realized just how worried she'd been. I watched her stiff form as she moved around the room, preparing to leave.
"Was it quick?" I asked softly.
She turned to me, her expression softening a little.
"Babe, I know she was your friend. I did it myself. She never knew what happened."
And that should have comforted me...except I realized *she* now had more blood on her hands because of me. I closed my eyes, nodding to reassure her that I was fine. That I could do this.
But I had to admit a part of me, a huge part, was wondering how far I could run before they caught up with me. Benjamin would help me. And I was pretty sure he wouldn't sell me out to Marcos. And Jari...well, I wasn't sure about her...
Before she left, she pulled me up from the bed, lifting my chin with a strong, warm finger, her grey eyes intense as they stared down at me.
"Vic, do *not* run. I'm serious."
She knew me. She knew my instinct would be to flee. She was letting me know, in every way possible, if I ran she might not be able to help me this time. If I ran, I was signing my own death certificate. And maybe hers. Or, even worse, he might send *her* after me, to kill me, to prove her loyalty to him. I could not run, I could not run, I could not run...
As soon as the front door closed behind her, I knew I was going to run.
*
I wasn't surprised when Jari called. I knew she'd run. I fucking *knew* it.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I swallowed the rest of the whiskey in my glass...and then threw the glass across the office. The sound of it shattering, the ding it left in the wall...none of it helped.
I couldn't believe I'd pulled a gun on him. It had been instinctual. I would always protect her, I couldn't seem to help it. She'd brought that out in me from the moment I first met her and had to save her from that fucking idiot boyfriend. The need to protect her, comfort her...rescue her...love her. I sighed. I'd said once before she'd be the death of me...seems I'd been right. She'd just killed us both if I didn't move quickly, before my grandfather figured out she was gone.
Fuck.
*
Benjamin hadn't helped. He said he wasn't touching this with a 10-foot pole. When I begged, when I pleaded, he said if he helped, if he knew where I'd gone, they would *make* him talk. He would have to sell me out to Marcos. And so I ended the call so he didn't have to make that choice.
Jari had been trickier. Believe it or not, I gave her the slip at one of my study sessions. A fellow student with a wonderfully handy fire escape. My friend stashed my bag on the fire escape before our session began and when Jari went to the bathroom...I just took off. I changed cabs three times before arriving at a bus station in Queens (it wouldn't have made sense to leave from Manhattan). Why the bus? They didn't insist on the use of credit cards. Probably the only mode of transportation left where I could pay cash and they didn't ask for ID. I caught the first bus leaving New York...heading to Florida.
From Florida, I took another bus to a tiny little town in Texas where I met with a friend of Ben's (the only help he was willing to provide). His friend provided me with a driver's license, birth certificate and social security card, all in a different name. And so it was under that name that I bought a plane ticket to Puerto Rico and found my way to a tiny little town called Aguadilla.
I had money. Benjamin had shown me a few tricks of the trade, helping me hide money from my wife...from Don Carlos. But I didn't live in luxury. I rented a small one-bedroom in a relatively run down part of town. The best part of the place? It was a five minute walk to the beach. The apartment had the oddest windows. They were layers of slatted glass...my neighbor, the only one that spoke English, explained to me it was the best type of window for hurricanes. It just so happened I arrived in June...the rainy season...also hurricane season. I was more concerned that the windows didn't allow for an air conditioner. And Puerto Rico was not only hot, it was humid. Like I could probably reach out, grab part of the air, and wring it out, humid.
After finding a place to live (and I was happy to find the apartment considering the motel where I'd been staying had a serious cockroach problem), I bought cheap clothes from the local stores. Shorts, tees, a few bathing suits. I had to furnish the apartment, including the appliances, so I bought almost everything from Sears (one of the only stores willing to deliver to the tiny town). And finally, I bought a used car. This was an absolute necessity considering the closest, decent grocery store was about 30 minutes away by car. The car turned out to be a real lemon and I spent more money fixing it, with its shitty breaks, rusty radiator and temperamental cooling system, than I'd paid to buy it.
So, about a month after I'd fled, I had an apartment, a car (for what it was worth), and a job. My job? Walmart. They were always looking to hire. And because Aguadilla was a town made somewhat popular for surfing, they were desperate to hire someone who spoke English so I could deal with the tourists.
And that was my life. Going to work like a regular person, watching boring, uninteresting television (I had splurged on the cable package so I could have every channel), learning the language...and trying to keep a low profile. I had no idea how long I would stay here. It couldn't be forever. Who knew if Benjamin had already sold me out or not? But I would probably be okay for another month or so...and then I would go back to the States and figure out my next move. It couldn't be North Carolina or New Mexico. I'd always wanted to visit Vermont or Maine...maybe I would give the most northeastern tip of the country a try? Or Seattle...Seattle seemed like a nice place to live. Or I could relocate to Canada. That was an option also...
These thoughts were in the back of my mind every minute of every day. During my first shower, when I washed away the sweat that covered my body from the hot evening's tossing and turning, during my modest breakfast (if I wasn't running late for work), during my thirty minute lunch break, after my evening shower, when I was sitting on the beach, as I did almost every evening it didn't rain, during dinner, during my final shower of the day...
Those thoughts...and Tae. Tae...Tae...Tae. God I missed her. I didn't think I would. I was so sick of that life, so sick of her...and when she admitted she killed Carol, I thought something had died inside of me. Something I would never get back. And I think something *did* die...but it wasn't my love for her. I don't think I would ever be free of that...
It was my illusion.
My illusion that I was a good person. My illusion that the world was, ultimately, just and fair. My illusion that good people, innocent people, were protected from horror. My illusion that I could remain Victoria Longman in the world I'd found myself living it.
My illusion. All of it. A huge, gaping hole had been torn in it...and I would never be able to repair it. It had been happening slowly...but Carol's death had been the final straw. I could no longer just pretend. I could no longer shower, brush my teeth, eat my meals, go to work, finish up my degree...I could no longer live with the pretense that everything was fine.
And so I found myself having to shit or get off the pot. And I hadn't been willing, or able, to decide...and so I'd run. As fast and as far as I could get. And with Tae's resources, I could get pretty far. It's just...there was a part of me that didn't want to be too far away from her. A part of me that needed to be within a reasonable distance...whatever that might be. And there was also a part of me, buried deep (or maybe not that deep), that was waiting for Tae to come find me. Before her Grandfather's men, before Ben sold me out to Marcos...Tae had always rescued me...protected me...had always set me on the right path. I was hoping she would do it again...I *needed* her to do it again. If she didn't save me...I didn't know what would happen this time.
And I didn't spend any time considering she might not *want* to save me. Or worrying that she might not be able to...
Or at least I pretended not to spend any time thinking about either of those realities.
*
The hardest part of living in Aguadilla? Not being able to speak the language. Some people, most people, could muddle through a few English words. But to have a full conversation with a person? Not really possible. I was the only person who spoke English at my job. And while I had some opportunities to speak with tourists (I was told the rainy season wasn't ideal for tourists, it would be better in September...but I expected to be gone by then), I didn't really have anyone to talk to on a regular basis. It was lonely. I'd bought two prepaid phones in the Florida airport. I'd used one right away to let Ben and Jari know I was alive. I'd left that phone in a trashcan at the airport in Texas. The second phone? Well...I used it to text Tae of course. Stupid? Yes. But after four weeks on the run...I couldn't help myself. I knew she was worried, I knew she was looking for me (or maybe I just hoped)...and I was missing her terribly. So I gave in and texted the following: *I love you. I'm sorry.*
I wasn't really expecting an answer...it was more like I was hoping for one. And I probably should have destroyed the phone before she was able to answer. But about 15 minutes later, she responded...
*Where are you?*
When I didn't respond, she texted...
*Contract out on you. Ben dead. Need to bring you home safe.*
Again I didn't respond, although I felt my heart break just a little more at the thought that I'd cost Ben his life. Then finally...
*Keep moving. Low profile. Text when ready to come home.*
I removed the battery and tossed the phone into the ocean.
*
I cried for days after receiving those texts. For Benjamin...for Carol...even for Dylan. For every bad decision I'd ever made. For every life I'd ruined. Including Tae's. If it hadn't been for that snow storm, if it hadn't been for her rescuing me that very first time...she'd still be a law-abiding citizen living in Pennsylvania. Her life would not have taken a 180-degree turn in the wrong direction. Meeting me had altered her path. I would go so far as to say that it had sent her down the *wrong* path, although she would not agree. But all of it, all the changes (good and bad), all the chaos, the crime...all the death...it was all because of me.
God, what was wrong with me?
A week later, I began making plans to leave. I didn't care about breaking the lease. And I planned to leave all of the appliances behind, so that would be some compensation. I still had no idea what part of the States I would try out this time around...and there was a part of me that wondered if the Caribbean, or some part of South America, wasn't a better idea. I did know, like Tae has suggested, I needed to keep moving. It felt like I'd already been in one place too long...
I was on my laptop one evening, continuing to research Seattle. I think I was leaning toward this city more than any other. I liked the look of it...I liked what I read about the culture. And it was about as far away as I could get from New York without moving to another country...
These were the thoughts I was having when I heard the sound of someone climbing the stairs to my second floor apartment. I lived in a type of duplex. One apartment on the main floor, one apartment on the second floor...*my* apartment. I hadn't ordered any food (ordering take out was a headache when you didn't speak the language)...so no one should have been making their way up to my apartment. It could have been my downstairs neighbors. Perhaps there was an emergency...
I didn't risk it. I ran for the closet where I kept my go-bag and was running toward my bedroom, toward the terrace that led to freedom, when I heard the front door crash open, when I heard the sound of bullets slamming into sheet rock, wood, and metal...a piercing hot pain sliced into my side as I vaulted over the terrace's railing, landing on the soft ground a story below. I kept going, ignoring the sharp pain I felt in my side and in my left ankle. I kept running, thinking of the path I'd mapped out when I first arrived, hoping the thick, green bushes would hide me as the bullets followed. I felt no other sharp pains as I continued to flee, hopping over fences, scurrying through yards filled with flowers and toys...avoiding the yards I knew had dogs.
I was out of breath and feeling a little dizzy when I finally reached the second used car I'd bought. An old Honda that I'd stashed some distance from my apartment...just in case. I'd stopped by every few days to make sure the car hadn't been stolen and the engine would start. I was thankful for my diligence as I located the key in the small, magnetic lock box I'd put in the tailpipe. I entered the numerical combination quickly, removed the key, tossed my bag inside, said a prayer of thanks when the car started, and sped off into the night.
*
I managed to make it to a tiny little motel I'd located weeks ago, about two hours from Aguadilla and much closer to the San Juan airport. There was also an airport in Aguadilla, but I wouldn't risk staying in that small town. A black woman who didn't speak Spanish? For the right price, how hard would I be to find?
I kept trying to figure out how they'd found me? The text to Tae?
No. She would die before she sold me out...right?
So it was something else stupid I'd done. Maybe Florida? Or Texas? Maybe Benjamin had given them the name of the contact I'd met and they'd finally figured out my new name? Maybe they had tracked me to Aguadilla, where I'd rented an apartment and had furniture delivered under that name?
I wasn't sure. Couldn't be sure. Although if they had my new name, flying under that name would be a huge mistake. Not that I had an option...at least until I got back to the States...
And I knew all of these were important considerations...but more important was the fact that I'd had to limp all the way to the motel room, my ankle now twice its normal size...and the entire left side of my body was covered in blood.
*
I took a shower. Mostly to wash away the blood so I could get a better look at the problem. A hole, a small one, in the fleshy part right above my hip bone. It was bleeding...sluggishly. Even after I pressed a towel to it for over an hour, ignoring the hot, shooting pain...it was still bleeding. I knew this could not be good. When I twisted and turned to see if there was an exit wound...there wasn't one. Even worse. And my head was swimming from the pain, now that the adrenaline was wearing off.
I'd been shot. And the bullet was still in me. And I couldn't go to a hospital. And I didn't know anyone in Puerto Rico or speak Spanish.
I was in trouble.
Serious trouble.
And not knowing if I was making a huge mistake, not knowing if her phone had been compromised, not know if she was still interested in helping, I dug the pre-paid phone out of my go-bag and texted Tae.
*Help. Shot. Bullet still in. Still bleeding.*
I typed in the name of the motel and "PR"...and then passed out on the bed, a part of me hoping she would understand where I was and praying I had managed to press "send" before passing out.
*
"She's coming around."
I heard the voice from a distance...I didn't recognize it. A male voice, deep, a thick Spanish accent...nope, I didn't know it. But he spoke English, so that was good, right?
I slowly forced my eyes open...I wasn't in the motel anymore. It looked like a bedroom, even though there was an IV drip attached to my arm. There was a picture of Jesus and the Virgin Mary on one wall, a floral bedspread, a dresser with chipped paint, a chair beside the bed...that was occupied by a man. A woman was there also, an older woman who was examining the wound above my hip and changing the bandage. I winced when she dabbed some type of ointment on it before securing the gauze with medical tape. She said something to the man in Spanish and then left the room.
I turned my head to look at him...he wasn't tall or short. He was slim, but muscular. He had a thick mustache, kind, brown eyes, thick, rich, black hair...he was relatively attractive, although I'm not sure how or why that mattered.
"Do you prefer Vic, Vicky or Victoria?" He asked with a bit of sarcasm.
I just stared at him, not answering. Was he friend or foe? I had no idea.
"You're at my sister's house in San Juan. She's a nurse. We had a flight waiting to take you from the island, but you were too sick. The wound was infected by the time we found you. Do you know there are 14 motels with that same name in Puerto Rico? It took us two days to find you. It was probably a miracle you were still alive."
I still didn't respond, although my aches and pains agreed it *was* a miracle he'd found me alive. I took a moment to process the information he'd shared. So *someone* had received my text. How else would he have known how to find me? But...was this person with Don Carlos? Marcos? Tae? I still wasn't sure...And who was "we"?
"She awake? About fucking time."
I turned at the sound of that voice, a familiar voice, although not the voice I'd been hoping to hear. I regretted turning my head so quickly as nausea swam up and almost overtook me. Still, it was worth taking in that curvy, compact Puerto Rican body, the dark eyes and the smirk on her full lips. Jari.
"You fucking idiot. She told you *not* to run."
Jari. Which meant they were with Tae. I sighed...and tumbled back into unconsciousness.
*
I felt better when I woke some time later. The curtains in the room were drawn so I had no idea what time of day it was...or *what* day it was. No clue how long I'd been here. But clearly the fever was under control. I felt loopy, so the woman had me on some type of pain meds that dulled the ache in my side and my throbbing ankle. Jesus Christ, had I really been shot? I was still wondering how they'd found me. I thought I'd been careful. God, hadn't I had this discussion with myself numerous times before? I was always making a mistake, always one step behind the people after me...
"How do you feel?"
I turned my head much more slowly, given the nausea last time, to find Jari watching me with those familiar, dark eyes.
"Better. Where's Tae?" Neither of us was surprised that was my first question.
"Prison."
That forced me to shake the haziness from my head and stare at the woman beside me.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?"
"They arrested her and Don Carlos about a week after you ran."
A week after...so who?...I glanced at Jari and she smiled slowly. *She'd* been the one texting me, not Tae. Well, that would explain the odd tone I'd detected in the texts. I closed my eyes for a moment. That meant Tae and her Grandfather had been in prison for about a month. Fantastic.
"What did they charge them with?"
"Fraud."
"Federal charges?" I asked, my heart squeezing just a bit. Federal charges would be worse...
"Not yet, but the FBI seems interested..."
I closed my eyes, this was *not* happening.
"But the D.A. seems more interested in getting their key witness back on board for the case against Marcos," Jari filled in.
That news gave me both hope...and depressed the hell out of me. Of course they would be more interested in RICO and homicide charges. But, I didn't want to join that circus again. WitSec? Being hunted more enthusiastically by Marcos' people again? I sighed...didn't sound like I had a choice.
"What'd Tae say?"
"She told me to stay the fuck out of it."
I nodded slowly, of course that's what she'd say. Always wanting to protect me. That was my wife. As if I would leave her, or her Grandfather, sitting in prison. Didn't matter if he hated me, I couldn't leave them there.
"How long before we can leave here?"
Jari smiled again, "I'll ask Nurse Ratched."
*
It didn't take us long to vacate the small house in a neighborhood that looked very much like the one I'd been living in for the last month or so. And as I felt the small, private plane taxi and then lift off, I had both a sense of dread...and anticipation. Dread because I knew this was another beginning to the nightmare I'd been dealing with forever. Anticipation...because I'd missed Tae. No matter what I'd been feeling, no matter my instinct to run...I'd missed my wife. Missed her terribly. Even if she was pissed with me, I wanted to see her, wanted to feel her against me, wanted those delicious lips pressed hungrily against mine...yup, I'd really missed my wife.
And for once...for once, I would be the one rescuing *her*. Just the thought of it felt really good.
*
They'd released my Grandfather two days earlier...an intentional plan on my part once the D.A. had reached out to me. He was still pissed, had barely spoken to me while we were inside...and yet he'd made sure I was protected. I was, after all, a former cop. That alone would have guaranteed me a death sentence while in prison. Especially given the contacts Miguel Cruz had on the inside. But Don Carlos had protected me...that gave me hope that we could get past this.
Now, I sat beside Jari in the back seat of the huge, luxury SUV she'd had waiting for me when I walked out of that fucking hellhole. I needed a fucking shower...and 24 hours of sleep in my own bed...and Vic. That fucking crazy, beautiful...pain in my fucking ass. I didn't know if I would shake the shit out of her or fuck her into a coma when I caught up with her. And I was a little surprised she hadn't come to pick me up...the thought made my chest tighten. Fuck. I turned to Jari.
"Where is she?" I demanded.
Jari hesitated...then sighed.
"The Marshals already picked her up. And we lost the trail. She's gone."
I closed my eyes, my heart thudding painfully in my chest.
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Test Subject 1 The syringe was empty. She stared at it for a moment. “I can’t believe I did that.” She muttered to herself, looking at the plunger pressed all the way in to her thigh. Slowly she pulled the injector free, staunching the small bit of blood with a cloth and a fresh bandage. She then pulled out a pen and a small well-worn moleskin notebook and jotted in it quickly.
Sample 3665 has been administered to the volunteer test subject 1 at 14:00.
She marked the date at the top of the page and stuck it back in her pocket. She winced a bit as she stood up from her stool, letting her skirt slip back over her thigh with a gentle rustle. She was glad it was a Sunday; since it meant she was alone in the lab. She quickly packed up a number of her samples and projects, locking them carefully in a cabinet that only she had the key for.
Checking the doorway, she slipped out the lab doors and listened for the heavy electronic click. She smiled as she twirled her coworker’s badge in her fingers. They’d never know she was here. She rubbed her thigh lightly and strode down the hallway to the exit.
The morning alarm normally would have woken her, instead it was the incessant buzzing of her phone. She picked it up, she knew this call was coming.
“Hello?”
“Doctor Braun?” The faint accent gave away the voice of her department chair.
“Yes?”
“This is Doctor Kuan. I am calling to inform you that your grant has been terminated, and your services are no longer needed at this university. Please return your keys, badge and any materials that you may have. You can bring them in or mail them.”
“I understand. I’ll put them in the mail today.” She thought she sounded cool and collected, but inside she was seething. She knew this was coming but it still hurt. The short-sighted fools didn’t know what she was on to. “What about my research?”
“Your research was determined to violate ethical standards and will be destroyed.”
“You can’t do that.” She held her voice in check, but only barely.
“We can, we own the work product. Good day, Doctor Braun. Oh, and I would suggest not using us as a reference in the future.” The phone clicked off. The phone almost flew out of her hand, but she figured it wasn’t worth the cost of replacing when she was unemployed. Thankfully she’d gotten wind of their plans ahead of time. She’d stashed a good portion of her research where they’d never get it, and her prize sample now ran in her own veins. She would have the last laugh.
She lay there a while though, thinking. What now? She wasn’t likely to get any job offers with an accusation of ethical misconduct. She might be able to teach at a junior college, but that seemed demeaning. To think she’d graduated with a Ph.D. only to find herself lying unemployed in a studio apartment just five years later.
Never one to let herself wallow in her own misery she sat up after a little while. She’d succeeded, she just needed to prove it.
Padding into the bathroom she got a good look at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She’d always been one to sleep in the buff, enjoying the freedom from clothing. Her slender frame, petite size, and cute face always had people guessing she was a decade younger than she was. Sometimes more. She still got carded regularly at thirty. She posed a minute looking for any signs of changes. Nothing. She shook her brown hair and pulled it back into a quick band before stepping into the shower.
Scrubbing herself down she wondered how long the serum would take to work, only to feel a gurgle in her stomach. It came with a shooting pain. She almost slipped and fell as she knocked bottles into the tub grabbing ahold of the edge trying to not fall over.
She panted. It wasn’t supposed to be this fast. She crumbled to the floor of the tub basin. Her stomach pulsing under her clutching fingers. She could feel the water cascading off her back as she shuddered and shivered.
She tired to roll over, smacking her hip against the hard ceramic. She barely noticed, the pain in her guts rendering her other senses muted. Struggling she flopped onto her back, pushing her self up against the back of the cool tub to get her face out from under the spray. Able to breath again her hands returned to her belly. It was distended now. Not grotesquely, but definitely pressing outward. She held her hands around the bulge. It’s firmness, roundness. She knew she had succeeded.
She tried to focus on the science, but her mind was slipping under the onslaught of hormones coursing through her. She could barely think. The water was turning cold. She wrapped her toes around the handle and forced the water off.
Grunting she felt the first pressure build across her stomach, pressing against her cervix. The muscles of her abdomen contracting hard and pressing against the tight muscle. Moments became an eternity between each pressing contraction. Her mind wondered in these moments, only to be brought back to another pulsing contraction. Somehow, she got her hips raised slightly, letting her calves rest on the edges of the tub. She let her fingers feel the swelling between her legs. Her lips were thick, feeling distorted. She could feel the mass pressing out. Stretching her. Her hips shifted again as the next contraction came.
This was the big one, she could feel it. Her lips were forced wide, she screamed as the mass pressed out of her, sliding down the ceramic basin coated in goo with faint traces of blood. Panting she felt her body struggle to close, even as she hazily stared at the large cream-colored egg at the base of the tub.
It took time, she felt weak and woozy. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Her normally facile mind was mostly blank in the aftermath of the laying. She’d done it. She knew she had. But now, she wasn’t certain.
She stood up, her legs shaky, still dripping from between her legs. It had been a rough experience. Would she lay more? Would it be this hard every time? Maybe, with time it would be easier. If there was another time. She didn’t know. She knew that she was definitely changed though.
She turned the water back on, gently, not too hot, and eased spray over herself, rinsing off the aftermath, and cleaning off the egg and herself. Her lips were definitely still swollen. Distended oddly. She hoped they’d heal.
Lifting the egg from the basin, it was heavy and almost as big as a small melon. Its exterior was tough, but not hard like a chicken egg. It was more, leathery. She smiled, and carried her new prize to the other room.
Seven more days had passed for her. Her mind was awash in thoughts of her clutch. Three large eggs now sat amidst her bed, laid every third day. She’d been barely functional each of the days that she laid. It took hours to lay each, leaving her weak and worn. Her body was starting to show signs of breaking down from the constant stressors. Her lips now hung open like giant flaps, unable to keep up with the constant stretching. Her belly had developed a noticeable paunch.
She documented all this in her notes. Wondering how long she had. If her plans were correct, she was going to give the world something it had lost. She wanted to experiment, but she had no lab, instead she was forced into her role as both experiment and observer.
She kept the eggs warm, turning them slowly, making sure that they were safe. She ceased wondering about her old lab after the third egg. Her body demanding her attention. The laying had moved from being painful and traumatizing to almost orgasmic. The last time she’d even taken her vibrator into the tub with her to ease the cramping. The egg had come more easily.
By the fifth egg she was a shadow of herself. The food in the apartment was running low. She was looking thin, waifish. She’d not dared go out yet. She called for takeout a time or two, but she had to conserve what little money she had. It might last a few more months. That should be enough. If just one egg hatched, she would be the most famous scientist in the world.
Weeks more passed, and her laying kept apace. She’d lit a candle and held up the eggs to the light. Some, particularly her first, seemed to have shapes in them. The newer ones had none. She’d ordered food where she could but now as painfully gaunt, save for her sagging belly which swelled every couple of days with a new egg.
She focused on three eggs, her original three as the ones she cared the most for. They showed signs of life. Little things moving under her touch. She smiled, she wrote in the journal, she slept, and she laid her eggs. Time was running out, and so was the money. She was so close.
Eight months after her dismissal she wrote the last of her checks. She hadn’t looked for work, so unemployment hadn’t helped her. It didn’t matter now. She could feel the life in the three eggs that she’d cultivated. In her desperation for food she’d begun to cannibalize the other eggs. She was despondent about that, but she needed to eat, and she could barely afford food now. Even sneaking out to a food pantry was difficult. Her body just couldn’t handle much more. She couldn’t stop the laying, and it was slowly consuming her. She was weak.
Her mind knew she was going to die for this, but she also knew she was closing in on the achievement. She could feel the life stirring in the eggs, their leathery shells moving slightly as her offspring sought to come forth. She just hoped she lived long enough.
The ritual laying didn’t come. It was the first time in nearly nine months she hadn’t laid an egg on the third day. She was terribly thin now. Her body just didn’t have the energy or mass left to produce any more. But it didn’t matter. There was a slight crease in the oldest egg this morning. She lay down beside them watching their leathery shells squirm. Her finger tapped on the egg, only to have something tap back. She smiled and closed her eyes.
The shell was split then by a small sharp horn. A blue scaled nose broke though. Beside it the other eggs too broke open, triggered by their eldest sibling. Green and yellow noses sliced their shells open even as the scaly head and neck of the eldest slipped out, struggling as the vestigial wings were caught on the shell. His tiny claws tore at the offending casing, even as he belched his first smoke, his inner fires already heating up. Finally, standing no bigger than a small cat, he padded over to the prone form. It nudged her with its sharp egg tooth. Nothing. It knew nothing save instinct. Its small teeth tore into the thing muscles of the shoulder as it gulped down its first meal. Soon it was joined by its siblings, tearing into the wasted muscles for sustenance.
The door opened. “Ma’am? This is the police, the landlord wanted us to do a welfare check.” The room smelled terrible. The officer quickly dug in a pocket for some vapor rub and smeared some over his lip before stepping inside.
The room was trashed, like wild animals had torn it apart. Cold wind blew in from the shattered plate glass window. Remnants of creamy leather scattered across the room. The center of the bed was defiled, but amidst the ruined bedding were bones. Back-up was called, and a coroner. They began to search for clues. All they found was the small notebook, seemingly untouched in a drawer. Systematically dated, full of chemical references and comments about her experiment, it was the last line, dated nearly a month before that stood out. It alone felt like the woman, not the researcher, writing.
I have succeeded. The formula worked too well. And so, I give my life, that the world may have dragons.
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Darkness. That's all I could see though I knew where I was. It's not like they'd be able to change the nondescript room with its stained granite walls and bolted down metal chair and table without me noticing, nor would they need to. An interrogation room they called it. A prison more like it. The rough black fabric tied around my eyes itched. Maybe that's why they left it on. It didn't seem to serve any other purpose, there was nothing to see here anyway. It was hot, even though it was winter outside. It was even snowing when they brought me in here. Seems that the humans didn't compensate their temperature controls for my heavy fur coat. My wrists were tied behind my back with some sort of thick plastic cord, strong enough to where my claws wouldn't harm it. It chafed. The fur on my wrists got worked off if I moved around too much. That didn't stop me of course. They hadn't done a terribly good job tying it, the restraints were a little loose. I figured if I kept working at it I might be able to get them free, and then...well hell. Who knows what then. I was never too good at looking ahead. Maybe that's why I took that blasted spy plane mission in the first place. Of course who could have guessed that the engine would fail right as I was over the target, forcing a crash landing into an enemy patrol? Heh. Funny when you look at it, how screwed I was.
How long had it been since they took me here anyway? A week? Two? A month? Time was difficult to keep track of when you're tied up and blindfolded all day long, and I hadn't thought to count my meals. Sometimes I don't even know if I'm asleep or awake. I wondered if anyone had been sent to rescue me. Unlikely. Probably colonel Raffer or someone higher than him was even now denying that I was affiliated with the Alliance. That's standard procedure anyways. I doubt I'd be deemed important enough to break standard procedure. I'd just have to hope that the location I was brought to would be a target for a future attack...and wouldn't be blown sky high from a distance with missiles or artillery shells.
My ears perked up as I heard distant footsteps. Soon after there was activity at the thick metal door to my room. It must be twelve noon. That's when they brought my meals and tried to get information out of me. Best time of the day. I at least had someone to talk to, even if he was a bastard. I heard the shriek of the door as it was pushed open, heard one set of footsteps enter, then something was set down and the door closed again. There was a click, and I could see the tiniest bit of light through my blindfold, like the last fading rays of the sun as it dipped below the horizon, but without all the pretty colors. My blindfold was undone and pulled off, leaving me to blink in the dim radiance. The light may have been faint, but it was more than I had seen all day. The chain that had been pulled to illuminate the room was still swinging, and my gaze followed it up to its source. If there was one thing out of place in the whole room, it was that. A single bulb shaded by a Chinese paper lantern hung from a cord attached to the stone ceiling. Why they decided to put that small decoration in an otherwise bland room was beyond me. Maybe it was the effect the light took when it was filtered through the paper.
"Feeding time, eat up" said the man who entered, placing a metal dog dish filled with a sloppy looking meaty substance on the table in front of me. It had a rather exquisitely bad scent, like something spiced too much. The man grinned at me in a superior way, as most humans seem to do to us. He was lucky he didn't have our sense of smell or he wouldn't have been able to stand carrying that food to me from wherever he had picked it up in the complex. And humans wonder why so many of our dishes taste bland to them.
The man's name was Piers, I knew from overheard conversations he had with guards, and though I considered his visits to be the best part of my day it was only because the rest was so horrible. Piers was a gaunt individual, a little paler than your average human, with a face that wrinkled exponentially when he gave one of his wide grins. Which, near as I can tell, was his favorite expression. Perhaps that was just when he was in my company though. He wore the standard uniform of the Russo-Asiatic Coalition (or RAC for short) which consisted of a thick trench coat and an officer's hat, which he had removed and was holding in one hand. There were also a series of colorful bars and symbols shimmering from a metal tag on his right breast. Most likely they dictated his rank, but I didn't know how to read them. I was just a spy plane pilot after all, no need for me to know that stuff. More interesting to me was the pistol that he kept belted to his hip. A standard sidearm, something he carried with him to make him show his power over me I supposed. He had it with him every time he spoke with me, and I had had my eye on it ever since his first visit. Belted opposite the weapon was a radio, which he always turned off before entering.
I leaned cautiously over the table and began to snap up the chunks of meat from the bowl, half because I was ravenous and half because I knew from experience that the scent would soon become overpowering if I left it alone for too long. They never untied me for my meals. I guess they just assumed that because I was a wolf I would eat like one. Typical humans. Even those that are members of the Alliance seem to hold their noses up to us to varying degrees. The food would have been nearly tasteless if not for the spices. It consisted of small chunks of what might have been meat covered in a thick and heavily spiced gravy. I think that it was canned dog food. I would have been more insulted if I didn't actually find it palatable. Then again, one who is starving is not the best food critic.
Piers reached forward and gently pulled the dish away from me. I looked up at him still chewing, my muzzle dripping gravy, not saying anything. "You know the drill by now" he said. There was that grin again...I stayed silent, watching him. "Who was your superior officer?" I swallowed. "I received my orders anonymously. I don't know." It was a lie, or course. But if I were to tell him the truth then colonel Raffer would be in for it one way or another, either because he was caught in a lie or because he was now implicated. I didn't much like Raffer, the boar was ruthless and cold, all about the bottom line, but I wasn't about to cause more trouble to the Alliance than my life was worth. See how heroic I am? "What were the combat capabilities of your launch location?" Piers asked, keeping his hard brown eyes on me as he cocked his head slowly to the side. "Nil, we launched from a remote location." I answered. That, at least, was true. I figured I'd confuse them with some genuine information once in a while. "And what were the traits of said launch location?" Came the next question. "It was about as dreary as this place." I said, giving a sarcastic grin. It was a game. The questions they asked me rarely varied. At first I thought that they were just trying to catch me in a lie, but eventually it became more and more clear that they were fulfilling a prescribed schedule likely given to them by the higher-ups. This was simply a routine that they had to perform, a song and dance so that they could say that they were questioning the prisoner.
Piers pushed the dish back within my reach, and I began eating again. He paced slowly as I wolfed down the meal, only stopping to watch me finish licking the gravy off the bottom of the bowl. He slid the bowl back. "I've never asked you before, do you have a wife? Kids?" Piers asked. Small talk was common from him. Most likely he was trying to pry out obscure information, but I didn't much care. It was a break from the monotony. Of course, in the usual manner of humans he had used human terms rather than ours. "You mean to ask if I have a mate. I do not, no pups either. I was seeing a female though, before I ran into you and your friends and was invited to this magnificent resort." A wry grin. If I managed to keep one thing it was my sarcasm. I may go mad here, but if I did I'd be a sarcastic madman. "Yourself?" Piers gave a thin smile and ignored the question. "Mother? Father? Any siblings?" He asked. Hah. Any siblings. My kind are born in litters of two to four, on average. It is not common for there to be a single birth, and when there was, the parents tried for another litter about ninety percent of the time. Only children were incredibly rare. "I have two brothers and a sister. My parents are both still alive and well." I could have lied, yes. I could have gotten a splinter of amusement from telling him that I was an only child, but I thought that I'd play his game for now. Where was the harm in it anyway? I was starved for conversation already. "Are you close to them?" Pier's asked, sounding more bored than curious. Okay, this time I'll speak up. "All of my kind are close to their families," I replied, giving him something of an incredulous look, "it's the way we are. So yes, I am close to my family." "I'm sure they pray for your safe return even now." Piers said, giving his grin again and tilting his head forward, causing shadows to pool around his eyes, making him look like a wrinkled skeleton. To his remark, I smirked. Once again, he assumed that we were like them when we weren't. My kind are action oriented. We are far more likely to do something than to simply plead to someone else to do it for us. It was simply how we had learned to function as a species. I didn't correct him this time though, I had grown tired of it. "And hopefully I'll make it back to them." I said, my voice rougher than I meant it to be. Piers nodded, still grinning. "Play your cards right and you will." He said, starting to pace again. "The question now, though, is whether you will be returning in one piece." I watched him warily. I damn well didn't like that change in the tone of our conversation. I began working inconspicuously at my bonds.
"What do you mean?" I asked slowly, hoping to buy some time. Piers liked to hear himself talk. Maybe, just maybe, I could pull this off. "Well," he said, pausing. He was enjoying himself, the bastard. "Do you know why I've been making chitchat with you for weeks now?" "I have my theories." "It's because the RAC has an interesting policy regarding prisoners of war. If that prisoner is believed to have sensitive information that would benefit the Coalition, then he can be interrogated for that information." I had managed to pull my paw up, giving it slack by working the lines on my other paw tighter. It hurt like hell and my paw was starting to go numb from lack of blood, but I kept at it anyway. "Seems accurate so far" I said cautiously, still not sure what to expect. "Do you know what today is?" Piers asked suddenly, sporting an unbearably smug smile. I shook my head. "As of today, you have been here exactly five weeks." Five weeks? Really? Huh. I guess time flies when you're blindfolded and tied to a chair. "As par RAC policy, if after five weeks no useful information has been gained from a prisoner that is being interrogated then more...extreme measures are authorized for extracting said information." With that Piers leaned down and picked something up, dropping it on the metal table in front of me. It was a bulky black briefcase that had previously been blocked from my view by the table. He must have brought it in when he entered. He flicked the two catches and opened it, spinning it around for me to see, the light highlighting each conture of his furrowed face and glinting off of the various tools that shifted into view. They were torture tools, various nasty looking hooks and blades as well as a few other instruments that I didn't want to imagine the uses for. "Beautiful, aren't they?" Piers asked, barely hiding his glee. My thumb was free now. I just needed to inconspicuously pull my other fingers through..."Which one first then?" Piers' hands hovered slowly over the well polished chrome, moving from hook to saw to barb. I took advantage of his distraction to pull my fingers slowly through. One paw was free. My heart was pounding. Attacking now was too risky, one paw was still tied to the chair, which was in turn bolted to the ground. I started to loosen the cord on my other wrist as hastily as I trusted myself to while keeping my eyes on Piers. He had selected a long curved needle and was slowly withdrawing it from the box. "Now I've been waiting some time to use these...so I can't promise that I'll leave you untouched, but if you cooperate you can minimize the pain, understand?" He asked, amused. Pull the cord slowly...I can't let him know what I was doing. It was getting looser. My paw was pounding from all the blood rushing back into it. I ignored it and kept loosening the cord. Piers cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowed in mild concern or perhaps annoyance. "Well? Do you?" Almost there...almost done...Piers gave a smooth smile "No matter...I'm sure you'll understand soon enough." He said smugly, stepping around the table to approach me. Now! I sprang forward just as the last of the cord slid off of my paw. Piers was shocked. He threw his hands up in front of him, managing to nick me with the hook in doing so. I grabbed him, digging my claws in and causing him to howl in agony. He recovered quickly though, his hand darting to his sidearm. He drew it, but my reflexes were better than his. I grabbed his wrist and forced the weapon away from me as he pulled the trigger. BLAM! the sound was especially deafening to me in this small room. My ears rang like mad, but I ignored it and held on. BLAM! he fired again. I kept his hand at arms length as he tried to twist his wrist in order to get a shot that would hit me. He squeezed off more rounds, bullets ricocheting off of the walls, floor, and metal furniture. I was stronger than he was. I managed to work his other arm away from me long enough to where I could pull my fist back and deliver a powerful blow to his jaw, causing him to drop his gun and stumble backwards into the wall, sliding down to his rump, dazed. I quickly turned the weapon around in my paws and aimed it at his head. We were both panting. It had been fast, but intense. It was only now that the scuffle was over that I realized something: where were the guards? There had been multiple shots fired and an obvious struggle. Why weren't there two armed men in here to take me down? Piers seemed to have noticed this too. He was glancing towards the iron door nervously, then back to me. "Think for a second..." He said softly, his voice wavering, "You're in the middle of a military complex...there are ranks and ranks of soldiers between you and the exit...you can't escape." I pondered his words, running them through my head as I breathed. I felt wet on the side where his torture tool had nicked me and glanced down to find that it wasn't a light wound as I had thought. The tool protruded from my side, my blood staining my army jacket a deep brownish crimson. I pulled it out with a grunt and dropped it on the ground where it chimed like silverware, scattering drops of my blood onto the rough floor. Piers' gaze flickered between that and me again. "Just put the gun down, and I'll make sure they don't punish you too severely...I mean, were you even counting shots? It's empty now anyway..." Given Piers' expression and obvious fear it was clear that he was just trying to give me pause, but it made me hesitate. How many shots had been fired? I hadn't been counting in the confusion. And, furthermore, how many shots did this weapon even hold? It was a different model than we used in the Alliance. Piers grinned. Damn I hated that expression.
Alright, so I could give up. Then I'd be in their custody again, which isn't exactly something I would welcome with open arms. Alternatively I could fire the weapon. Assuming there were even any shots left...If I tried and there weren't then I was in deep shit. If I did and there were more rounds then Piers would be dead. Certainly that would be a favor to the world, but then I might be fucked. That brings us to the mystery of the day: Where were the guards? A lot depended on that. Presumably they were there when Piers came in...were they off on a break or something? All of them? That seemed unlikely...Were they perhaps spies? Had this location been infiltrated by the Alliance? Or covertly taken? If it had been and I didn't kill Piers, he would use me as a hostage. Given his personality, it seemed likely that he would kill me if it seemed like he couldn't win. Which would most likely be the case if the Alliance had somehow taken the complex covertly. There were so many possibilities, so many unknowns! For every choice I could make there was a possibility I would die and a possibility I would live. I stared at Piers and he stared back at me. Our soft panting was the only sound in the grey room. Fuck it. I pulled the trigger. | Ockham's Razor by Moonlit_Wolf | [
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She met Darke in an online game. He was the friend of a friend and Lilania was instantly attracted to this wolf . Lilania, the white lioness, was partnered with Darke's friend, so her attraction could not be known. Lilania would see Darke at the hangout and get excited to know that in some small way, that she was close to him although nothing about Darke was small. He had a huge personality that instantly attracted anyone who came in contact with him. He was loud, witty and sometimes crude, but these things were Darke and why it was so fun to be around him. He was also kind, generous and had a gift for expressing himself, both vocally and in his writing.
The first time Lilania spoke with Darke, his voice sent chills coursing through her to the most sensitive places of her body. She knew she should not be feeling the lust she felt for this canine that she hardly knew. But the one thing she knew was that she must have him. The first time she saw him, he was wearing camo, had a short army haircut and a mouth that begged to be not only kissed, but licked, sucked and nibbled. This PFC was hot and that made the rest of his sexiness far more than sexy. He was full blown fuckable! She learned that he was stationed at an army base which was only a few hours south of her and had to suppress the urges she felt to call him up and say she was driving down to give him the time of his life.
He left the week after Thanksgiving for the Middle east. Kuwait was so far, but her thoughts of him were still close by her on so many nights. They would catch each other on IM's occasionally, but one day she talked to him and it flicked a switch between the both of them. They spoke of his return in 9 months and the things they would do to one another. He liked playing rough and this excited her more than she thought possible. The green eyed, curly redheaded feline wanted this wolf so badly that she could almost feel him thrusting himself inside her.
She spoke to him several more times over the coming months in IM, emails and letters, but never actually believed they would see each other again when he came home... not until the day she got the email from him. All it said was, "I will be home in 2 days and I want you there... WARNING!! BE READY!" Her body instantly turned red hot from ears to paws and she could not resist the urge to slip her paw between her thighs and feel the warm slick wetness that increased as she massaged her clit into an intense orgasm. If the thought of Darke fucking her did this to her, then HE was the one who needed to BE READY!
The next 48 hours dragged on and the short 3 hour drive took eons. She pulled through the familiar gates of the Fort recognizing the baseball field she had been to several times before. She stopped at the nearest shoppette and looked at the info Darke had emailed her the day before. They were to be on base for 2 days before going to their home states to see their families, so he gave her directions to his barracks as well as directions to where they would be arriving. She looked to the passenger seat at the white rose that lay next to her. He knew her face from pictures, but the white rose would prevent any confusion. It would be familiar since one night while dancing at the hangout, the furries there had given Lilania the Indian name Snow Rose. She picked up the rose, smelled its sweet aroma and brushed the soft velvet petals across her lips, imagining his warm kiss.
She had a little time before his arrival, but decided to go ahead so she could get a good spot to stand. Between the rose and the low cut shirt that drew attention to her ample breasts, she was sure he would notice her. The plane arrived and cries of excitement started to build amongst the people waiting for their soldiers that had been gone for so long. Her excitement was rapidly building as she realized that she would finally be seeing her Darke Wolf.
The door opened and passengers filed out into a swarm of hugs, screams, cries and kisses. Lilania searched and scanned the uniformed bodies hoping he would notice her. Then she realized he was already watching her. She felt it. She turned her head to the right in the direction of the lustful tension that could collapse a mountain. Standing next to her, bag on the floor, smile on his face, was Darke Wolf. Her face flushed instantly upon seeing his wanting smile, giggled slightly and said "hi" softly, a smile playing across her full lips as she handed the wolf the white rose with a yellow ribbon tied to it. He smiled at the gesture, laying the rose on his bag, his eyes never leaving her emerald green gaze. He reached out and grabbed her paw, pulling her toward him, slid his paw around her waist to the small of her back, pulling her closer as his right paw came to rest on the side of her neck, thumb stroking her cheek. He guided her head to his and kissed her once softly, pulled back a little, opened his eyes, smiling as if checking for her approval. She smiled back, stood on her toes and leaned in to give him the most passionate and memorable of kisses that either of them had ever had. Their lips were made to kiss each other, their tongues made to dance. He pulled her closer to him and beneath hiss camo pants, she could feel why. The first meeting of Darke and Lilania after all this time was obviously a good thing. He turned his head and whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here." She could barely speak, but softly spoke the single word, "okay." He picked up the rose, smelled it, smiled and brushed across his lips just as she had done not so long ago. Picking up his bag, he took her by the paw and lead her away from the crowed. He stopped, turned, gave her one more passionate kiss and turned to walk again.
They drove to his barracks to drop off his things and pick up civilian clothes before going to the hotel he had rented for the night. They reached his room and he opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind her. As he did, she stepped into him, pinning him between her and the door, kissing him hard and deep. As he kissed her, he grabbed her by the arms and stepped her back against the adjoining wall, putting all his strength into the kiss. She pushed him onto the bed, grabbing the waist of his pants on his way down and unbuttoned them quickly, fumbling with the zipper that stood between her wanting mouth and his throbbing rock hard cock.. Unzipped, she slid her hand inside and freed Darke's stiff rod as it unsheathed itself. She looked up at him and smiled knowingly as she slowly slid her warm wet mouth over his bulging prick. She slowly took in deep into the back of her throat, massaging the underside of his cock with her pierced tongue. He let out the loud howl of a wolf that had been awaiting this moment for over a year as he slid his paws to the back of her head, softly forcing his cock further down her throat. Her mouth was amazing and her tongue could kill... like nothing he had ever felt before. She already knew the effect her lips and tongue had on men, but was still amused and pleased with herself every time she gave them the greatest head they had ever and would ever have. She was not cocky in this, for fact is never arrogant, just fact. Yet she was still smiling, amused and proud of herself when just a few minutes after she began his pleasure trip, he howled loudly as he exploded and shot stream after stream of hot cum down her throat, thrusting himself down her throat with ever spasm of intense orgasm. She smiled while his cock, still hard, was between her lips and she stood up as he fell back onto the bed when she finally released him. She looked at him hungrily and said, "Get up and lets go. I'm not even near being through with you, Wuffie!" This seemed to be the encouraging strength that he needed to force himself up on weak legs and grab a few things.
He walked toward her and the door, backing her against it. "You can finish with me, AFTER I am done with YOU!" he said as he leaned into Lilania and slid his hand between her thighs, rubbing the seam of her jeans, feeling the wetness breaking through that revealed her lust for him. He kissed her forcefully and found the door knob, opening the door.
As they drove to the hotel, she couldn't resist the animalistic instinct to devour him again. She slid her hands between his thighs and fondled a quickly growing cock, making her wet pussy hotter. Unable to stand the torture any longer, she unzipped his pants as she moved her head toward his lap and slid her now familiar lips around his fully erect rod. Bobbing her head in his lap while he was driving, it didn't take long for Darke to shoot loads of hot cum down Lilania's throat and she lapped it up quickly, enjoying the feeling of it sliding down her throat.
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I have been getting some e-mails that have condemned me for Veronica's fate. So, to clear that up, I will say that no, I have not gone over to 'the dark side' (ergo, the side that supposedly causes me to write rape/bondage/masochistic sex scenes). I urge my readers to relax, it's just a story, and I assure that the days of loving yiff scenes are not over.
Okay, now my thoughts on this piece. I'm pretty sure that all of you are begging for me to shut up and get on with the story, but I will torture you some more until the good stuff gets on. Once again, the writer's cockblock demon haunts me, and therefore causes me to think that this section of the story sucks. But, this part is necessary for me to write the next part, so here it is:
(and of course the legal disclaimer that says that if you get offended or screwed up as a result of reading this story, it's your fault, not mine.)
(PS, as always, questions, comments, blah, blah, blah welcome, blah blah blah)
Jared was stirred back to reality by a hand upon his shoulder. It was Victor, who had risen once again from his chair. "I'm sorry. I can only imagine the pain you are going through." Jared put his hand up to silence the old mole. "I have to go to her." He said. Elder Trilliam stood up immediately. "Absolutely not! I'm sorry Jared, but I cannot risk the entire Confederation for Veronica. She will be missed, but she was a Hopper and knew the dangers when she took the mission. She made a selfless sacrifice and will be remem-" "Shut it!" Jared yelled, surprising the ancient badger, who was unaccustomed to such talkback. "She'd want to be saved, and if none of you cowards are brave enough to support me, I will go without the blessing of the Council!" Jared yelled. Elder Trilliam was fuming right now, the anger clearly rising in his eyes at this indignity.
Councilman Victor about faced to look at Trilliam. "I'm sure the boy doesn't mean that. He's just going through a lot. Come, Jared. You need to get some rest." Victor took Jared's arm and started pulling him to the door. Jared, however, had other plans.
Jared yanked his arm away, spinning Victor off balance. Leaving the falling mole, he opened the door of the Antechamber. "I'm serious." He said as he closed the door and jammed it. All the doors had a jam button, a useful mechanism that held the door shut until someone put in a code on either side. It was more of an advanced lock to quickly seal off doors, an invention made to make escapes from Swarm attacks easier.
Jared knew that each of the council members had the antechamber code, but he knew it would buy enough time. Jared walked off, leaving the guards to try and sort out the mess. He slipped off around the corner just as the commotion began as the Council began yelling for the guards.
He made his way through the familiar hallways into the Science wing and off to the Weapon's Development lab. He pressed his palm against the scanner and smiled as he saw no one in the weapon's lab. "Excellence." He said as he made his way to the weapon's rack, the place where finished weapons that were waiting for testing hung. He didn't find it odd that no one was in the weapons lab, as he could hear the commotion down at the Antechamber from here.
Jared reached for the spare set of Veronica's customized semi-automatics. He placed them in his hilt. He then took one of the AK-47s to strap on his back. He took out an M-16, also strapped to his back. He then looked at the rocket-launcher. The thing only carried one round, but even the scientists wouldn't touch it. The researchers had gotten afraid of it when they tested a readout of it's Aether waves, or some technical babble like that. They never had seen anything that carried that amount of destructive force. Jared wondered what an Aether-adapted nuclear bomb would do if this thing scared them.
Jared strapped, holstered, and carried all of his commandeered weapons. He walked down he the jump gate, taking the long route to avoid the crowd at the Antechamber. He stepped into the changing rooms and readied his Hopper suit.
Jared took a deep breath, the image of his lover flaring in his mind, steeling his resolve. "She will be safe!" he said to himself as he switched the terminal controls. Blue light flared as the Jump portal opened.
"Have...to...save...her..." Jared chanted to himself has he walked down the stairs to the Jump Floor. He started toward the blue vortex that was the Portal. However, he did a double take as he walked toward it.
Standing behind him were Sitz, Fuse, and Gorgon, each dressed in their hoppersuits. Jared looked away, knowing that they knew what he was up to, and probably would chase him into the portal if he tried to run. Luckily, he had expected this. "So, you've come to stop me, huh?" Fuse stepped forward. "Jared, please. Don't do this." Fuse pleaded. Sitz joined her, "We don't know what kind of pain you're feeling, but trust me, you can get through it." "It's not worth throwing your life away." Said Gorgon in his deep baritone voice.
"NO! Everyone stop saying that! I don't care if I will 'eventually' get over it! She was the best thing that ever happened to me! She was the first person to ever give a fuck about what happened to me! My life back on Earth was a living hell! No one or nothing in my life! But then Veronica came, when I was shunned before my family, and I had no one else to turn to, she was there! SHE SAVED ME!" Jared screamed at the trio, tears running down his face once more.
Fuse stepped forward once more, almost square with Jared now. "I know that you are hurting-" "NO! You don't know!" Jared screamed at the canine, "I saw her! I saw her face when she threw herself at the Swarm for my safety! And then I sit here for three weeks, thinking her dead and gone forever, and then I get a message. A filthy, stinking spider sonf-a-bitch tells me she's alive. Oh, it gets better. My love is being defiled by those dirty bastards THIS FUCKING SECOND!" Tears were raining from Jared now, and Fuse had joined him, her heart aching now that she fully realized Jared's torment. She would be doing the same thing in his position.
But, even though she understood it, she couldn't let her friend kill himself. "Jared, this is what the Swarm wants. They know you'll do anything to get her back. They have her mind, they know what you two share. Why do you think that they would only talk to you?" Fuse said, drawing Jared into a hug. Jared wretched himself away "I don't care. She needs me. And I won't let her down. Dammit, I refuse to let my kitten down!"
Fuse wished that she could have someone that cared that deeply for her. She saw the determination in Jared's eyes, that fierce longing, that fiery anger that showed Fuse just how much Jared wanted Veronica. Fuse had always been attractive, and suitors from all over came to try their luck. Fuse was not a slut, by far, but she did want more than just sex. No, she had had enough of boys wanting her for her body. She had only had a few partners, and she always thought she was in love with them, but realized that it was just loneliness. Now here was Jared, bound and determined to see his mate let free. It broke her heart.
But other things were at hand. Jared was walking toward the gate. "Gorgon, grab him!" said Sitz. Jared had expected this. As the dexterous bull ran toward him, Jared sidestepped, tripping the bull and sending him sprawling away. Jared continued his march forward.
"Jared, NO!" Fuse yelled as she broke into a run. Jared hadn't expected Fuse to react, so he was caught unawares as she tackled him. Luckily for Jared, his experiences had taught him quick reflexes as he reversed their momentum so they both were falling into the portal.
After Jared landed on the ground and heard the portal close, he stood and wiped his eyes as he stood up. He was back on the barren planet, christened Planet Remose. He looked back at the ground behind him. Damn, he didn't expect to have any of his comrades along with him, as it was his mission. Dammit, now things were complicated. Ah, well. He warned them, and it was her fault she was here. He started to walk toward the cluster of tunnels that lead down to the Swarm caverns, and therefore, his love.
Fuse got to her feet, her white and blue hair now with an orangish tint as the dust of the planet clung to her fur. "Jared, stop!" Jared turned around, and almost stumbled backward. Fuse was pointing a gun at him!
"I really don't want to do this, but I will!" Jared was stunned. She didn't want him to go to his death, but here she was pointing a gun at his head? As if sensing his confusion, Fuse said, "It's not lethal. It's designed to shoot a tranquilizer." Oddly, Jared laughed. "You just don't get it. Without Veronica, I am nothing. She is one with me, as I am with her. We are mates for life, and nothing can transcend it. And as long as I know she's alive, I will find her." Jared said, looking into Fuse's eyes.
Fuse lowered the tranq gun and walked up to him. "That's not true, Jared. You will be loved. You can still have a life. If you go down there, the Swarm will torture and kill you. But you can still have a life!" Fuse said, tears welling up once more.
"By whom? What life do I have besides Veronica? No one would love me! All I would do is things for the council, and I would just be a tool as my life sank back into the old rut it was on Earth." Jared said, his eyes lowering to the ground, his eyes watering as well. "I would!" Fuse said before she could stop herself. All the missions, all the times they were together. Fuse had long ago realized that she loved him; she saw his love for Veronica and wanted it.
"Liar. You just say that now to stop me from 'killing myself' as you people are convinced I will do. The Confederacy needs me alive to take trips to Earth and help them against the Swarm. No one cares about the real me. All anyone sees me as is the Earthling that holds the key to their survival." Jared said defiantly. "That's not true!" Fuse said indignantly, not liking Jared to put her on the spot. "I love you!" she screamed at him. Jared blinked. "Don't say that. I'm going to save Veronica and then things are going to be weird between us, you got that?"
Fuse stepped up to him and drew him into a deep kiss. She let her passion show Jared the truth in her words. Jared collapsed in her arms, dropping his gun and letting his strapped weapons fall from his back. They sank down to their knees, holding each other, still locked in Fuse's kiss.
"I'm sorry." Jared whispered. Fuse hugged him to her chest, stroking his hair. "Don't be. I understand." The cuddled and caressed each other on the sands. Jared was content to stay cuddled with her warmth for eternity. He let her breath wash over the back of his neck, the soft feel of her fur caress his front, her dexterous fingers pawing his hair, and the cool evening sun gently warm his back.
"Fuse?" Jared asked, "Yes?" the husky replied. "We really shouldn't be doing this..." Jared said in a hushed tone. "Don't worry." Fuse comforted, thoughts of Veronica pushed far back into her mind. Fuse was too busy living her dream. She had so many jackass boyfriends and never one lover. She wanted Jared to be her lover.
She pushed Jared away so that they were kneeling in front of each other. She put her hand on Jared's and guided his hand to her breast. He cupped her modest breasts in his hand as he fingered her nipple with his thumb through her hopper suit. She slid her top half out of the body-hugging hoppersuit. Jared was surprised at how hot she was. Even though that the hoppersuits showed off virtually every curve, Jared had never stopped to 'check out' Fuse. She was desirable, no doubt.
Jared leaned down to suckle on Fuse's exposed nipples, rolling one around on his tongue while he fingered the other one. He felt vibrations run through the canine's body as he sent little jolts of pleasure through Fuse's chest. These jolts of pleasure soon turned into heat, which moved from her chest into her thighs.
Jared recognized what the soft "mmmm" escaping from Fuse meant. He stopped his licking long enough to kiss Fuse's lips. He then kissed her neck, between her breasts, and continued to her stomach after laying her down and sliding the rest of her hoppersuit off, he finally made his way down to her waiting sex. He felt the soft moan emit from Fuse as his tongue slid across the slit and flicked upward at her clit. More moans came from his canine beauty as he inserted his tongue as far as it would go.
He licked upward, parting the lips as he went. He let his tongue slide out as he let the bare tip flick across the firm clit before he plunged back down. He kept this rhythm as he heard the groans and gasps crescendo. He looked up into Fuse's eyes, smiling as she pumped more of her juices out. Wordlessly, he pulled away.
He crawled up so he was right above Fuse. He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste herself off of his tongue. He knew what she wanted. He let her slide his hoppersuit off. He placed his cocktip right at her warm entry. She closed her eyes and nodded. He pushed himself into her dripping lips. He started thrusting slowly, not wanting to hurt Fuse. However, Jared soon lost control as he felt the warmth of his canine lover around him. He pumped faster, letting his passion overtake his senses.
And Fuse was enjoying every minute of it. She arced her back, letting Jared thrust deeper. She felt the familiar sensations of orgasm welling up between her burning thighs. She kicked her legs out as she clamped down on Jared's still-thrusting member. She let the orgasm wash over her as Jared felt her contractions milk his pole for all of it's worth. The two faded into afterglow. Jared rolled over, withdrawing as he lay to the side of his canine partner.
Jared's mind cleared now that the throes of passion were over and his lust was slaked. Fuck. He knew that he had to get Fuse out of here. He still had a mission, a duty. Jared's mind was torn. He knew that he had to save his lover. But there was this beautiful creature to the side of him, claiming that she would be his lover. He wished this were much simpler.
He didn't know if he loved Fuse or not, only that being with her comforted him...
No. This was a moment of weakness. Fuse had caught him in a bad way. He was lonely and in pain, and Fuse eased some of that. He would clear this out later. Right now, he needed to find his love...his true love. He sat up and put his clothes on. "What are you doing?" Fuse said lazily as she stirred from her half-sleep.
Jared punched in Trillious Prime's coordinated into his Hopper Bracelet. The portal opened up. By now, Fuse was fully awake. "I'm glad you came to your senses, Jared." Said Fuse as she started through the portal. Jared grabbed her arm, spun her around, and gave her a kiss. He pulled back, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." He said as he gave Fuse a light shove, sending her back through the portal.
Jared took a deep breath. He picked up his weapons, and walked to the entrance of the tunnels.
"Here goes." he sighed as he plunged into the darkness.
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*Authors Note: "The Rachel Chronicles" is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such detail will provide a richer experience for you readers as you truly get an intensive look inside Rachel's head.*
*Further, the stories are written in an intended order and it is* *highly recommended* *that you read them as such. Obviously, you are free to proceed as you please and I'm grateful that you would read any of them at all. But you will get a much fuller and more rewarding picture if you follow the stories along their natural progression.*
*PROM* *is the first series, and while it is a little choppier (in my opinion) because it was my first effort, it is the main story from which the others are branched. So things will definitely be a little confusing (and surprises/themes ruined) if it is skipped over.*
*PRELUDES* *is the follow-up and it deals with a crucial stretch of time that led to where Prom began. It weaves the two series together and fills in a lot of missing details and untold storylines that help explain how the events of Prom occurred and why Rachel may have acted in the ways that she did.*
*SENIOR WEEK* *is the third installment and it details the week following the end of Rachel's senior year of high school. It explores some different aspects of Rachel's personality as she finds fun and trouble alike with faces old and new.*
*So, if you're not caught up, catch up! And if you are, welcome back! I don't think I really need to give any clues as to what* *FRESHMAN* *is about, but just to be safe, this series will follow the entire first year of Rachel's college experience. What had seemed like an impossible fantasy just a few months prior is now fully in her grasp. Will the freedom and euphoria of the life she'd prayed for lift her to new heights or will it consume her as she is unable resist her instinctual urges to charge recklessly ahead?*
*As always, I appreciate your ratings and comments and I welcome any and all feedback but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you're too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again.*
*I'm kidding.*
*Enjoy!*
*All characters in this story are 18 years or older*
*PREVIOUS Chapter 8: Like Father (Part 2)*
*CHAPTER 9*
Rachel's heart pounded as the gentle hum of the engine blended evenly with the labored breathing above her head. She could hear Rich struggling to restrain his noises, which she thought was silly since obviously nobody would be able to hear them. As she bobbed her face smoothly over his lap, twisting her lips expertly around his shaft with every turn, she began to excitedly prepare for his finish. The second one of the night...
She wasn't sure how long they'd been idling in her dorm parking lot, but she figured she'd been blowing him for at least fifteen minutes. She'd started while they'd still been en route, deviously sliding her way into the job despite his half-hearted objections. And for a while, he'd simply taken the paralyzing pleasure in silence. Doing his best to navigate the sporadically lit streets as she sucked sweetly away.
When they'd reached their destination, Rachel had been unsure how Rich would proceed. It was one thing to let her do it while they drove practically in isolation. But to sit parked in the middle of the night on a college campus while an enrolled freshman sucked his dick certainly upped the potential for danger. It was true that the dorms were officially closing for winter break the following day and most of the students had already vacated. But a wandering eye or bored security guard was all it would take.
However, whether he realized the risk or not, it had become quickly apparent that he was too deep into the experience to walk away. With his attention freed from the need to safely operate a motor vehicle, he'd eased his way into a more active role in the engagement. Rachel grinned to herself as she felt his fingers twist around her ponytail, his touch applying subtle but noticeable rhythmic pressure. He was definitely in it to the end. There was no doubt about that.
As Rachel began to taste him more, she upped her intensity, pulling her cheeks in tighter and dialing up the smooth friction of her skillful, oral grip. Her soft lips squeezed firmly around his shaft, rubbing delightfully against the pulsing flesh that was twitching nonstop. She knew he was getting close and she couldn't wait to make him come again. Her own arousal was back in the red and she'd been periodically touching herself, just as she had done earlier. In fact, while it was pretty amazing to consider, she realized that she might just get off for the second time as well.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud buzzing near her head. She scrunched her brow and shut her eyes and tried to ignore it. But it sounded out again. And again.
"BZZZZZZT! BZZZZZZT!"
Rachel's eyes shot open and she grimaced painfully as her vision settled onto the flat whiteness of her bedroom ceiling. She flexed her jaw and turned her head suddenly, rubbing her cheek against her pillow's soft cushion. Glaring at the source of the noise, she gritted her teeth and turned her head back straight, shutting her eyes tight again. Refocusing with a deep, centering breath, she relaxed her shoulders and began swirling her fingers over her clit once more.
Her brain scrambled around to re-enter the point in the scene that she'd been focused on when her phone had noisily taken the train off the tracks. Cocooned in her fluffy covers, she'd been touching herself for several minutes now, replaying that wild night with Greg's father as she whipped herself into a trembling frenzy. It had been over three weeks but it was all still as fresh as if she'd just hopped out of his car. It was an intoxicating memory, and she'd gotten herself off to it multiple times since.
Such had been her plan after she'd gotten out of the shower that morning and returned to her room to get dressed. As she'd been toweling off, the memory had snaked its way into her brain, clutching at her thoughts and dusting her senses with a sudden hot, itchy need. Not thinking twice, she'd locked her bedroom door (keenly aware of her mother's presence downstairs) and slipped naked and tingling under her sheets. Nestling warmly into her pillow, she'd shut her eyes and guided her eager fingers down past her stomach and purposefully between her legs.
And everything had been proceeding to plan until the jarring buzz of her phone rattling on her nightstand. She narrowed her brows in annoyance as she recalled seeing Rebecca's name flash across the screen. She knew it was ridiculous to be angry with her friend for interrupting something she obviously had no idea was occurring, but she didn't really care about rationality at the moment. Her blood was pumping and her juices freely flowing. Rebecca would just have to wai-.
"BZZZZZZZZT!"
Her eyes repened automatically as the phone sounded off once again, replaying its earlier intrusive interruption. Rachel snarled at the flashing image of her friend's name. Calling *again?* Fuck, Becca! Just hold your goddamn horses for one-!
Biting her lip, Rachel reached over with her unoccupied hand and slapped the phone violently from the table. She smirked with satisfaction as she watched it fly through the air, landing silently on the soft floor several feet away. The obnoxious vibration dulled to a gentle buzz as the carpet muted its whines. Nodding victoriously to herself, Rachel closed her eyes and resumed her efforts.
Her visions flashed and she sucked in a breath as she was again transported to the scene of her lustful crime. She again felt the tense pressure of Rich's hand on the back of her neck, rocking her downward and forcing himself even deeper into her mouth. She could taste the mild saltiness of his flesh as she swirled her tongue excitedly around him. His groans became more pronounced. She heard his throat clear roughly as her name sounded out.
"Oh, Rachel..."
She smiled to herself and twisted her lips around his head, sucking forcefully and eliciting a noisy squeak. He was going to erupt within seconds. She heard her name again. This time louder.
"Rachel?"
Her eyebrows furrowed as the cadence of the word sounded strangely inquisitive. And not just that. His voice was different, too. It actually didn't sound like him at all. It sounded like-.
"Ohhhh *Rayyy*-chelllllll??"
Her eyes opened for the third time and her visions fled from sight as her mother's unmistakable voice echoed in her brain. She was calling her. Her mother was actually *fucking* calling her while she was so close to-.
Spitting a frustrated curse, Rachel cleared her throat and answered, her fingers still buried deeply between her legs. She wasn't quite ready to abandon ship yet. If her mom's annoying interruption passed quickly, she could still keep everything afloat.
"WHAT??"
She grimaced as her shouted response came out a lot harsher than she'd intended. But she didn't care. She was beside herself with frustration.
There was a lengthy pause that felt like full minutes to Rachel before her mother finally responded.
"Rebecca is on the phone for you. She said she's tried calling you several times and that it's important."
Rachel rolled her eyes to the ceiling and flexed her jaw. UN. BE. LIEVABLE. *Important?* She coughed out a sarcastic laugh as she withdrew her hand from below her waist in full disgust. She glared down at her phone lying silently on the floor. *Oh, it better be, bitch. It better be.*
Throwing the covers roughly back from her body, she stepped fully naked from the bed and snatched her phone from the floor. Sure enough, she'd had a few texts come in immediately after the phone calls. Licking her lips and swallowing, she brought up Rebecca's info and called back to her mom.
"Okay! Thanks! Tell her I'll call her right back on my cell!"
She didn't wait for a response as she slipped on the pair of underwear she'd laid out and sat back down on her bed. She mashed the call button and brought the phone to her ear. She couldn't wait to hear this.
"Hey, girl! Why haven't you been answer-?"
Rachel's eyes flared as she processed her friend's cheerful, energetic tone. It sure didn't sound like she was in any sort of trouble. Moving quickly, she cut her off with a breathy, biting response.
"Oh my God. What is the *fucking* emergency??"
Stunned silence greeted her ear as her fast breaths echoed into the receiver. She was sure she had caught her friend off guard. But, good. It was certainly justified.
Rebecca, indeed, needed a moment to process Rachel's harsh interjection. She certainly hadn't expected *that*. What had crawled up *her* ass?
"Whoa. Ex-cuuuse me. What the hell is the matter with you??"
Rachel swallowed and stayed silent for a moment as a hint of guilt crept into her system. Obviously Becca had no idea. Teeing off on her like that was ridiculous. Licking her lips, she tried to shake her frustration away and re-center herself a little better.
"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-. I was just in the middle of something and-. Nevermind. I'm sorry. What's up?"
Rebecca squinted thoughtfully as Rachel's strange backtrack greeted her ears. Her adrenaline had spiked quickly and she took a few breaths as she calmed back down. She was about to move on, but her spider-sense was tingling just a bit now. She was curious...
"No, it's-. Are you okay? Why are you all out of breath?"
Rachel bit her lip as she tried to deflect and move to the thrust of the call.
"I'm fine. What's going on with you? My mom said that-."
Rebecca interrupted again.
"Where are you?"
Rachel rolled her eyes and leaned back into her pillow. What was with the questions?
"Where am-? Nowhere. Why? I'm just sitting in my bed."
A long pause greeted her before Rebecca's voice returned, this time steeped in thick suspicion.
"You're out of breath...*in your bed?"
Rachel felt her stomach twist and she stiffened as she processed the question. God, Rebecca was like a bloodhound. It was like somehow she just always knew. Smirking, she half-jokingly glanced out of her window to confirm that her friend wasn't actually standing in the front yard watching her. How did she-?
"Bec, what are you talking about? I'm not-. I'm fine. *You're* the one who's been blowing me up! What did you want?"
Rachel held her breath as she concluded her impassioned counterstrike, hoping it had jarred her nosy friend enough to leave it be. She heard Rebecca huff mockingly into the phone.
"Oh, so you *heard* my calls? You were just ignor-."
The words cut off suddenly and Rachel's stomach dropped as the sound that replaced them sent a twisting shiver up her spine:
Rebecca's distinct cackle.
Rachel squirmed uncomfortably as her friend's tinny laugh mocked her through the speaker. When it finally died down, she braced herself as Rebecca hissed at her with cruel, teasing triumph.
"Wait! Oh my God. You were masturbating!"
Rachel's jaw dropped and her throat went dry. She put the phone down and again glared suspiciously out of her window. *What the hell-?*
"Mast-? What?? Becca, oh my G-. I was not...*masturbating!"
Her heart pounded as Rebecca's evil cackle flared up again.
"Bullshit! You tottttttally were! You were lying there, double-clicking away, thinking about your little toy Josh or something and that's why you got all pissy when I called!"
Rachel shook her head in disbelief as Rebecca's accusations almost hit dead bulls-eye. She couldn't believe how well her friend knew her. It was actually scary sometimes.
But she couldn't just give her the satisfaction. No way.
"You're so weird! I was not-. I wasn't thinking about Josh-!"
Rebecca squealed joyously and drowned her out.
"Ha! So you admit it! You little whore! I knew that-! Oh my God, who then? Who? Whose magical penis are you soooo in love with that you ignored my calls?"
Rachel scoffed incredulously as her brain sputtered under the pressure.
"W-wha-? No, I'm not-. I'm not going to tell you who-."
Rebecca pounced on her like a tiger, pinning her weak deflection to the floor.
"Bitch, tell me now or I swear I'll get in my car and come over there!"
Rachel gritted her teeth and swallowed hard. She said nothing, hoping to call her friend's bluff. A few seconds passed in silence before Rebecca spoke again with marked purpose in her voice.
"Oh my God, I'm getting in the car right now. I'm so serious, Rach! You asked for this!"
Panicked capitulation finally took over and Rachel folded like a cheap suit. Bolting upright on the bed, she called out to stop her friend.
"No! No, okay! Oh my God, you are such a-."
She paused and licked her lips as she shook her head.
"I can't believe you."
Rebecca's smugness could be felt through the phone and Rachel twisted her lips thoughtfully as she tried to decide how to proceed. Rich was such a dangerous secret that she'd never dared to speak a word about him to anyone. But she realized that it had been eating at her ever since. It could never get out in the open, but truthfully she'd been dying to share the excitement with her best friend.
Rebecca's grating voice interrupted her from her thoughts and she rolled her eyes as her friend impatiently needled her.
"I'm waiting..."
Rachel took a long, deep breath and steadied herself. Nodding to no one in particular, she cleared her throat and spoke.
"Okay. I'll tell you. But listen, you *cannot* say a word about this to anyone. I am so not fucking kidding here, Bec. Do you understand?"
The hair on Rebecca's arms stood up automatically as she processed the sudden intensity in her friend's voice. Rachel was certainly capable of some unimaginable things, and when she spoke this way, it usually meant the stakes were high. Swallowing softly, Rebecca swore secrecy and waited for the story to begin.
As Rachel wove her way through the entire surreal tale, beginning with her chance encounter with Greg at that party and ending with the unimaginable conclusion in her dorm parking lot, Rebecca only sat in stunned silence. She'd giggled a little about Greg, assuming the story was going to go a certain way. But her stomach had tightened like a vice when Rachel dropped the bomb about his father.
She felt the heat rising between her own legs as Rachel sheepishly admitted her secret office/teacher/boss fantasies and how they'd gripped her so deeply ever since that weird bathroom near-miss with their English teacher back in high school. It had fueled her encounters with Greg and pushed her head first into her wild afternoon with her professor a few months back. She couldn't really explain why it got her so hot. She just knew it made her blood run like almost nothing else.
By the time the story wrapped up, Rebecca's head was a swirling mess. Not only had she learned so much about Rachel that she couldn't believe she hadn't known, the actual act of hearing it all had made her want to hang up and do the very thing she'd just interrupted her friend doing when she'd called. Part of her even wanted to drive over and see Rachel even more now. And for reasons far different than teasing out a confession...
But she steadied herself and eventually managed to move back to the main reason she'd called in the first place. She had a problem and she needed Rachel's help. And strangely, in light of what she'd just been told, the entire situation was actually far more relevant than she'd initially known.
"Well, listen, I definitely want to hear more about this late-. Jesus, Rach! And Greg was passed out right in the other room?? I can't even-!"
Rebecca grinded her teeth and forced her babbling to stop as she fought to refocus. She just couldn't even wrap her head around it all.
"Never mind. So the reason I called was because I'm totally freaking out about something and I was thinking maybe you might be able to help."
Rachel's ears perked up as she registered the concern in her friend's voice. Not only did she want to help, she was happy to change the subject and move the hot lights back off her.
"Okay. I mean, sure. Of course! What's wrong?"
Rebecca licked her lips and spoke delicately.
"Well, it's sort of about your friend Professor Davis..."
It was now Rachel's turn to listen with piqued interest as Rebecca began to lay out the situation in full detail. The girls had both had Davis for Freshman level English the past semester, but they hadn't been in the same class. And while Rebecca surely had enjoyed mocking and teasing Rachel over her confession about their illicit rendezvous, it turned out that she had actually fucked up a little, too. In a different way. Perhaps a worse one.
While Rachel had been the one who'd barely gotten into college after her near-flameout in high school, all things being equal, she was a far more attentive and dedicated student than her friend. It wasn't that Rebecca wasn't smart. Quite the opposite. But she was cocky. And she was careless in a lot of ways and she had a penchant for simply not giving a shit about anything (or anyone) at any given time. It was part of her makeup and the general edge she carried.
She was also every bit the party girl as her friend, maybe more so in some ways. Late nights often led to late mornings and a habit of putting classes on the backburner. She wasn't some flunky in any sense and her behavior never once caused Rachel any true concern. Rebecca had a way of bouncing back when she needed to. She was a fighter.
But it seemed that she had perhaps bitten off a little more than she could chew this time.
The final exam for the class had been an essay that each student had had their choice of studied works to write about. Professor Davis had assigned it a few weeks in advance and given a strict deadline for its completion. A deadline Rebecca had apparently failed to adequately respect.
Ironically, Rachel could distinctly recall that day because she had almost missed the cutoff as well. It had been Josh's fault. She'd been finishing the final few pages on her laptop when he'd called her and pouted adorably until she'd agreed to come over to his apartment. When she'd arrived, Josh had tried to get something started right away but Rachel had brushed him off, telling him that their little playdate could begin once her work was done. He'd almost broken her down, ushering her into his bedroom and getting her halfway undressed, but she'd found the strength to hold firm.
Propped up on his bed, she'd resumed her furious work on her laptop, typing away and trying desperately to reach the minimum number of required pages. Josh had let her go on for a few minutes, but his playful immaturity and burning arousal had gotten the best of him. Snuggling up next to her on the bed, he'd slid his way stealthily between her thighs and began teasingly tugging at her thong.
Rachel had smacked his head and playfully chastised him a few times, but she'd been unable to resist when he'd upped the ante. Her fingers slipping from the keys, she'd squealed in surprise as he'd slid the delicate material of her underwear to the side and brought his tongue in close. In an instant, he was fully locked in. Gripping her thighs and eagerly eating her out.
She'd tried to absorb the shockwaves and still focus on her paper, but her resolve had crumbled in less than a minute. Sliding the computer off her stomach, she'd leaned back into the pillow and spread her legs wide, fully accepting the pleasurable gift she was being given. As Josh flicked his tongue ever so skillfully over her clit, she'd simply shut her eyes and chewed on her fingers in full, tingling bliss.
Before long they were both entirely naked and Rachel was moaning as Josh's dick worked skillfully inside her. The sex was intense and long lasting, and when it was finished, Rachel's adrenaline crash had forced her into a peaceful slumber in Josh's arms.
The next thing she remembered was waking up in a panic and discovering that less than an hour remained until her paper was due. Cursing herself (and Josh's irritable defiance of her rule), she'd scrambled to finish the essay. She wrote the final three pages in a furious streak, sitting stark naked on Josh's bed with her reading classes the only accessory on her body. It was like she was the librarian from a cheesy porno.
Rachel was shaken from her silly memory as she listened to Rebecca continue to ramble on. Apparently she'd gone to Professor Davis and begged for clemency but he'd refused to budge. Rebecca had already been a recipient of his famous "one free strike" rule and he simply would not bend on something as significant as her final exam essay.
Rebecca's voice dropped as she asked Rachel if she had logged in to the campus website to check her grades yet. Rachel had not, but it had certainly been on her list to do that day (sometime after she'd finished her fantasy session about Rich). Rebecca informed her that she'd been given a "D" in English and she was worried that it might affect her eligibility for field hockey (let alone her eligibility to have a social life after her parents found out).
As Rachel was finally about to ask where exactly it was that she was supposed to come in, Rebecca coincidentally got to the point. Clearing her throat, she spoke in an earnest, desperate tone.
"Look, classes don't start for another week and I asked some people and they said that grades aren't like, officially official until the semester begins. I know Davis could cut me a break here, but he just won't listen to me."
She paused and licked her lips nervously.
"So, I was wondering if like, you could maybe try to talk to him *for* me. I just thought he might listen to you since you guys are, you know, such good friends..."
Rachel's scalp tingled as she comprehended Rebecca's request and the meaning behind it. Butterflies tickled her stomach and she inhaled sharply as her mind flashed back to that afternoon with her teacher. She still sometimes couldn't believe that she'd really gone into his office and talked him into a blowjob. And the only thing more unbelievable than the act itself was that she might just have actually trumped its craziness with what she'd done with Greg's father.
She smirked as she brushed the images away and prepared to respond to her friend's significant ask.
"Hmmm. 'Talk to him', huh?"
Rebecca rolled her eyes and scoffed as she processed Rachel's implication. That wasn't what she'd meant.
"Oh my G-. I don't mean go and suck his dick again, you whore. No, I just meant that like, he might be more willing to listen if *you* ask. I'd say that he kinda owes you. Don't you think?"
Rachel scoffed back and laughed sarcastically.
"Whore, huh? You sure know how to butter me up."
She giggled along with her friend as she considered it all again. It would definitely be a little awkward asking him. And she appreciated how delicate the situation might still be. Neither of them had ever spoken of the incident since and Rachel couldn't be sure how he might handle it if she pushed him again.
But she could hear the fear in Rebecca's voice that she was trying to hide behind her mask of irritation. And while she never told her friend this, she'd spent more hours than she could count silently praying for opportunities to repay Rebecca for all the many fires she'd pulled her from. She still certainly owed a debt and she'd take any chance to square things up.
Sighing with pretend aggravation, Rachel grinned to herself and gave her friend the answer she'd needed.
"Of course I'll talk to him. I mean, I don't know if he'll listen to me but I'll try!"
Rebecca thanked her effusively, and after a few final exchanged pleasantries, the girls hung up. Rachel felt suddenly good about herself and her decision to help her friend. It gave her a mission. And she knew she couldn't let Rebecca down.
Of course, another thought also burned brightly in her brain. One that she didn't feel the need to share. She really had been beside herself ever since that night with Rich. The urges had been staggering at times. She simply could not stop fantasizing about it. And no matter how many times she doused the flames with her own touch, the hearth would light up anew before long.
Her eyes fluttered as she recalled the scene of Professor Davis' office. It was every bit as intoxicating as Rich's basement. And it was where she'd first crossed the line that had led her to her more wildly dangerous conquest.
Brushing back the sudden heat that was returning to her system, she hopped up from her bed and clicked her phone back on. Scrolling through her contacts, she stopped at an entry marked "Pizza Delivery." She smirked. P.D. It was pseudonym for Professor Davis. He'd given her his cell number, but she'd disguised it in an abundance of caution.
Still topless and standing only in her underwear, she brought the phone to her ear and listened to it ring. As the receiver clicked, she held an excited breath in her lungs.
"Hello?"
His voice sent a tickle up her spine and she tensed her muscles as she fought to focus.
"Um, hi! Chri-?"
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bring herself to call him by his first name. For some reason it just sounded strange.
"Um, I mean Professor Davis? It's Rachel. Quinn. From class...?"
A moderate pause greeted her ear before she heard his voice again.
"Oh, hey Rachel. How's um-? What's up? Everything okay?"
Rachel smiled to herself as his calming voice put her back at ease. Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she spoke cheerfully.
"Hey! No, everything's fine! Well, sort of. Um, I remember you saying that like, if we ever had any issues that, you know, your office door was always open. And like, it's nothing major or anything, but I was wondering if you had office hours even though it's still break."
She held her breath as she fell silent and waited for him to respond.
"Um, well, yeah actually I do have hours. But just by appointment. Did you want to meet or-? What's your concern?"
Rachel smiled and exhaled smoothly. Shaking her head, she continued in her innocent tone.
"No, it's nothing big. Just wanted some advice about this class I'm taking next semester."
She paused and bit her lip.
"Are you free today?"
She heard him let out a breath and clear his throat.
"Well, actually today isn't so good. But I have some time tomorrow. What's good for you? Like twelve maybe? Around lunchtime?"
Rachel beamed as she twirled around and glanced at her reflection in her full-body mirror. As her eyes ran over her all-but-naked figure, she grinned deviously and pursed her lips.
"Twelve is perfect. Meet at your office?"
"Yup. My office is fine."
"Great. Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. I'll see you then!"
Keeping her eyes on the mirror, she hung up the phone and tossed it behind her onto the bed. Thoughts began to swirl in her brain and she swallowed as her eyes passed over her fully stiffened nipples. She brought her hand to her stomach and traced tiny circles around her belly button before sliding her touch downward past the waistband of her thong. Her fingertips reached the tender folds of her pussy, and for a split-second, she considered sinking back into her sheets and finally finishing her earlier, interrupted work. But she stopped short and reversed course.
Not now.
She had something even better planned...
"Mother-*fucker!"
Rachel cursed aloud as the biting wind stung her senses, forcing her eyes to shut. Sandy-blonde strands whipped chaotically over her face and she cursed again, her ire this time directed at the mess that the awful winter weather was surely making out of her carefully coiffed hair. She pulled the flaps of her full-length peacoat in tighter around her neck.
God, she hated January.
As she trudged on from the parking lot to the building's entrance, she felt the arctic blast slice through her body once again. She was wearing a heavy jacket and a pair of high, fur-lined boots. But it didn't matter. She smirked as her stomach tingled suddenly and she buried a sheepish thought. She had to admit that the severity of the cold was partially due to how she had dressed...
Moving on quickly from the thought, she finally reached the main entrance and yanked the door open with a hearty pull. Stepping inside, she shivered audibly as she attempted to shake the chill from her bones. She looked around to get her bearings and smiled as the familiarity of the hallway greeted her senses. She could still remember the first time she'd stepped through those doors back in the summer.
Turning to her right, she began walking evenly down the corridor, tiny tingles of excitement growing with each step. She had a sudden sense of déjà vu from that afternoon she'd made the very same nervous walk to her professor's office. She shivered again. She hoped things would be proceeding as they had then as well...
As she finally reached the familiar smoked-glass door, she paused and took a few breaths. Pulling her phone from her coat pocket, she flicked on the front camera and gave herself a quick look. She'd done her makeup nicely (if a bit on the subtle side) but she grimaced as she glared at the rat's nest the winter wind had made out of her hair. Doing her best to fix it and make herself as presentable as possible, she slipped her phone back into her pocket and sighed a final time. *You can do this.* She smiled to herself and reached for the door knob.
Chris Davis looked up suddenly from his desk as he heard the door open with a start. He'd gotten in a little early and had been doing a few mindless tasks in preparation for the start of his spring semester classes. A small, dangerous part of his brain had been eagerly anticipating Rachel's arrival as her presence in his office certainly conjured up some very specific memories. Even still, she'd caught him off guard.
His eyes widened and he swallowed reflexively as he watched her slip smoothly into the space. It had been a few weeks since he'd seen her last, leaving his final class with that usual sparkle in her eye that made him pause each time. A tickle of disappointment crept through his stomach as he surveyed her figure and noticed not a hint of flesh peeking out from the encompassing wrap of her winter getup. He felt shameful about it, but despite the seasonal incompatibility, he'd caught himself hoping that she'd somehow be showing up in something more revealing or form-fitting.
He brushed the thoughts away with a shake of his head and smiled warmly as she approached his desk. Her cheeks were a bit reddened and her sandy hair slightly windblown, but otherwise she was every bit as radiant as ever. Her smile was warm and her eyes bright and full of energy. As she pulled out a chair, he opened his mouth to greet her but she beat him to the punch.
"Hey! WOW is it cold out!"
She shivered playfully for effect and laughed out loud.
Chris smiled back and nodded, acknowledging her emphatic complaint.
"Sure is. Makes me wonder sometimes why I didn't take a job at a college by a beach."
Rachel grinned and nodded as well. Flexing her chilled hands, she unsnapped the top button on her coat and shivered again.
"Oh my God, you totally should've!"
She paused and gently cocked her head as she twisted her lips deviously and continued.
"But, I guess I'm also kinda glad you didn't..."
Chris stiffened and felt his stomach tickle as he processed the playfulness in Rachel's face and comprehended her thinly-veiled meaning. Neither of them had spoken of what they'd done since that crazy afternoon. Hearing Rachel broach the subject (even if subtly) made the hairs on his neck stand up.
Moving quickly to redirect, Chris smiled and shook his head.
"Yeah, me too. So what did you need my help with? You said something about a class you're taking next semester?"
Rachel stayed silent for a moment as she studied his face and chose her specific path. It had been a bit of good luck that the opening of the conversation had provided her with an opportunity to test the waters in an organic way. She'd clearly seen his face twitch and tighten when she'd said what she'd said. And his rush to deflect was cute.
Twisting her lips thoughtfully, she took a final breath and dove right in.
"Okay. So, I might have fibbed a little about that part."
She paused as his eyebrows rose and his nostrils almost unnoticeably flared. Smiling brightly, she moved quickly to reassure him.
"But I really do need your help."
She cut off and kept her stare tightly on his eyes as she waited for his response to her curveball. She knew he had to be thinking about what they'd done as his brain tried to read her intentions. She was glad things had gotten going quickly. It was good to have him on edge from the jump.
Chris, indeed, felt the mild pressure of panic weaving its way up from his gut. It had been weird that she'd called him out of the blue. Even weirder that she'd wanted a meeting instead of simply talking over the phone or emailing.
But he hadn't wanted to read anything too far into it. She'd never again brought up their illicit moment and he *had* made his "open door" offer to her and the rest of his students. Brushing her off because of a likely ridiculous assumption wouldn't have been fair. But now his earlier hesitation was appearing quite prescient.
"Um, okay. Well, what's the issue?"
Rachel tingled gently and curled her toes in her soft boots. She tried to clear her mind of all the arousing static and focus solely on the fact that her best friend needed her right now. She couldn't leave this office without succeeding. It simply wasn't an option.
"Well, I was hoping that you could do me a favor. It's actually sort of for a friend of mine, but it would mean a lot to me, too."
She paused and licked her lips before continuing.
"So, my friend Rebecca had your class this fall, too. And apparently she had some trouble with the final essay and kinda missed the deadline a little bit. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
Chris inhaled fully through his nose and then pushed the air out in a slow, steady stream. He'd been shaken by Rachel's intensity but her story had the effect of putting him back into his professor role. It reminded him of his authority in the relationship. He suddenly felt confident and centered again.
Leaning back slightly, he smirked and nodded his head.
"Ahh. Miss Shelby."
Rachel noticed the change in his posture and tone, but she wasn't fazed. She hadn't expected him to simply roll over. Smiling sweetly, she nodded her head.
"Yup. That's her."
Chris swallowed and adjusted his positioning in his chair, bringing his back more upright. His confidence continuing to flow, he tilted his head and spoke matterf-factly.
"Yes, I'm aware of her situation. And since it sounds like you are as well, I'm sure she told you that I'd already given her a pass earlier in the year."
Rachel could feel the scales beginning to tip ever so slightly so she sat forward and dialed up the heat. Bringing her slender hands to his desk and resting them a few inches from his own, she stared into his eyes with an innocent yet still cocksure expression.
"Oh, she did. She did. It's just that-. Look, I'm not going to make excuses for her but she has a lot going on right now. She's not a bad person. Or student. I'm sure you know that. She knows she really messed up and she's like, beside herself. I'm just worried about her and what this might do to her if-."
Rachel cut herself off but jumped back in before her teacher had a chance to rebut. This time, her tone was more playful.
"Look, I know you already talked to her. But I also know that grades aren't set in stone yet. And obviously if *anyone* understands how sweet and understanding you can be, it's me."
She paused to let her meaning sink in before continuing with the thought.
"So, regardless of what an amazing thing it would be that you'd be doing for *her*, *I* would also consider it a very, *very* big personal favor."
She pursed her lips as she concluded her speech and waited for him to respond. She could see in his face that she'd softened him a bit.
Chris felt his steady exterior beginning to crack so he moved quickly to squash everything before his resolve melted further. Clearing his throat, he spoke with a firm yet apologetic tone.
"Rachel. Look, it's not that I don't want to-. We aren't talking about a weekly homework assignment. She blew off a final ex-."
Rachel cut him off, interrupting in a full, confident tone.
"A favor that I'd be more than happy to repay right now."
The air squeezed from Chris's lungs as Rachel got fully to the point. He felt his heart begin to pound in his chest as he looked across the desk at the alluring confidence radiating off her being. He suddenly felt just as he had that day when she'd trapped him in a similar fashion. In the blink of an eye, he'd gone from her professor (a superior) to a cowering mouse flailing futilely in the clutches of her claws.
His scalp tingled and his cheeks burned as he felt capitulation begin to take over. It wasn't like the last time when he hadn't seen what she'd been doing until the very end. He knew very clearly now. As did he understand the full, impossibly pleasurable implication of it all.
He swallowed roughly and managed to choke out his response.
"A favor, huh?"
Rachel felt the warmth rushing back from her fingertips as victory appeared on the horizon. Running her eyes purposefully down his shirt towards his waist, she bit her lip and spoke softly.
"Mmm-hmm."
Chris swallowed again and let his shoulders slouch automatically. He was so close to being beaten. He hadn't thrown in the towel yet, but simply speaking with her in this manner was too intoxicating to resist.
"Like last time?"
Rachel held her gaze for a moment, content to continue melting him as the fight drained from his eyes. But she grinned suddenly and leaned back in her chair. She knew what she was about to do would end the fight with a glorious knockout. So she wanted to savor the last few seconds of exciting intensity.
Shrugging innocently and biting her nail, she responded in a cool tone.
"Well, sort of."
The buzzing in Chris's head grew louder and his palms twitched as he took in Rachel's unexpected response. *'Sort of'?* *What did that mean?*
Conveying his confusion with a wrinkle of his brow, Chris licked his lips and tried to speak coherently.
"I don't-. 'Sort of'?"
Rachel pressed her thumb into her forefinger and began rubbing tiny circles. She was so proud of how she'd guided everything along to play out exactly as she'd planned. She felt a pulsing between her legs as the excitement of her next move gave her a pleasurable shiver. She couldn't wait to see his face when-.
"Well, like you said, we aren't talking about a missed homework assignment. I know what I'm asking for is bigger than what I asked for last time."
She paused and grinned warmly at him as she took a deep breath and finished her thought.
"So the repayment should come with a little extra, too."
Without waiting for a response, Rachel pushed her chair back suddenly and rose to her feet. She watched his eyes trace her movement and angle up to meet her taller vantage point. She could feel her pulse in her temples and she bit her lip to steady her nerves. Smiling and bringing her hands to the flaps of her coat, she swiftly pulled the material open and let it slip off her shoulders and onto the floor behind her.
But for her knee-high fur boots, she was completely naked.
The breath rushing from Chris's lungs was audible and Rachel squirmed pleasurably as she took in the stunned chaos of his reaction. His eyes went wide as plates and his throat tightened like a vice. His jaw dropped and his lower lip quivered. He didn't move an inch.
Rachel giggled reflexively as she reveled in the heat of his gaping admiration. Brushing a few strands of her long, sandy hair behind her ear, she glanced down over her own figure to mirror his view. Her breasts were quivering gently, in line with the series of exciting shivers racing through her body. Her nipples were fully stiffened, whether from the residual chill of the outside or the smoldering heat of the moment. Her flat stomach was smooth and tight
As her eyes traced down her legs to her feet, she side-stepped around the desk and bent over. Steadying her balance, she slipped each boot from her calf and set it down gently beside her chair. Now officially naked by the letter of the law, she brought her hands to her hips and cleared her throat softly.
"So? Think you can help me out?"
Chris physically shook in his chair as he tried desperately to stop the room from spinning and find solid ground again. He'd already been swimming in dangerous waters when he'd engaged Rachel in her innuendos. But now he was thoroughly submerged under the falls.
His eyelids twitched as his gaze raced over every unreal curve and facet of her body. The closest he'd ever come to seeing her breasts had been when she'd unbuttoned her sweater enough to provide a generous eyeful of her bra while she'd been sweetly sucking him off that time. He'd gotten other quick glimpses in various class-related moments, whether it was a low-cut tank or a full lean forward while she'd been retrieving a pen from her bag. He'd always imagined what they might look like fully exposed. He'd spent more time on the fantasy than he cared to admit.
But whatever proxy he'd created in his mind didn't do anywhere near justice to the spectacular reality he was being offered now. Saliva pooled in the corners of his mouth as he studied the surreal image. Rachel's tits were simply spectacular. They were large and full and sat high on her slenderly tapered torso. Their soft, round form seemed to defy reasonable expectations of an appropriate gravitational pull and her diminutive, light brown nipples stood out teasingly from the pale creamy tone of their surrounding flesh.
Below that, her stomach and thighs certainly conveyed the stereotypical toned tautness of a dedicated athlete. But it was what was between those thighs that made his dick jump in his jeans. Rachel's pussy was completely shaven and the soft, pink lips of her entrance were smooth and inviting. Chris's gaze remained fixed on the spot as a bevy of arousing images flashed through his brain.
Finally aware that she had spoken to him and was awaiting a response, he looked up quickly and swallowed hard. Shame poked at his gut and he set his jaw as the full implication of what she had suggested stung his moral compass. He was quite aware that he'd already crossed that line with her before, but changing another student's final grade was certainly in a different realm of inappropriateness. The girl had blown off a final exam for fuck's sake! This wasn't like some small, insignificant little-!
As he looked into Rachel's eyes and watched her scrunch her nose subtly, he knew all at once that it didn't matter. There was no way he was turning down what was being offered to him. He wouldn't be physically able to even if he so desired. He groaned as his cock again pushed impatiently into the front of his pants. There was simply nothing left to do but let her know.
Mustering a nod of his head, Chris steadied his drying throat and forced out a few gravely words.
"Yeah, I-. I think I can."
Rachel's stomach fluttered and she smiled brightly as she heard his words of acceptance. Stepping more fully around his desk, she extended her hand towards his and grinned.
"I'm so glad. I was really hoping you'd say that."
With a final wink, she guided Chris up from his seat as he placed his hand into hers and stood. The feel of his warm fingers making first contact with her own forced an excited breath out of her lungs and she swallowed as she looked up into his eyes. Turning his body slightly and backing him into the bookshelf behind his desk, she placed her hands on his shoulders and stepped up onto her toes.
Chris groaned pleasurably as Rachel's lips met his and the playful swirl of her tongue probed his mouth. Accepting her advances and meeting her kiss more fully, he shut his eyes and let his hands slide down the smooth contour of her back. As he rested his grip on the upper edges of her ass, he focused on his breaths. He couldn't believe this was happening again.
Rachel sighed through the kissing and grinned to herself as each stimulus sent tickles of pleasure zipping through her senses in different directions. Not only was the moment more intense this time due to her total nakedness, but she was enjoying the enhanced intimacy as well. Making out with him (albeit briefly) while they ran their hands over each other was far more engaging than popping a few sweater buttons and dropping to her knees. She sucked in a breath as she felt the eager hardness behind his jeans press firmly between her thighs. Her head began to buzz. She was so, so turned on.
Enjoying the foreplay but even more desperate to sink her teeth into the next course, Rachel finally pulled back from the kiss with a smirking grin. Giggling and rubbing some wetness from her lips, she looked up into his eyes and winked again.
Chris exhaled roughly as Rachel's lips returned, only this time to the sensitive skin right below his jaw. He tingled at the sensation of her tender kisses and playful flicks of her tongue. He looked up at the ceiling of his office and swallowed again. Nothing felt real.
But it was real. And in short order, he appreciated that in every sense. With a final soft kiss, Rachel pulled away from his neck and eased her weight down slowly onto her knees in front of him. His breaths rattled from his lungs as he watched her skillful fingers make quick work of his button and zipper. In an instant, his pants were down by his ankles and Rachel's cool nails were tugging teasingly at his tented boxer briefs. As she finally slipped the material downward as well, he gritted his teeth and let the welcome chill of the office air fully greet him.
Rachel smiled nostalgically as she watched Chris's penis spring free just inches from her face. It had been a few months since she'd last seen it, but it suddenly felt so friendly and familiar. She could still so vividly see her own fingers shaking as she'd revealed him for the first time that afternoon. In a way, it was as if no time had passed at all. And she was so excited to be back again.
Deciding to move forward without keeping him twisting on the line, Rachel rose up tall on her knees and wrapped her fingers evenly around his shaft. She felt the heat of his pulse throb against her palm and she inhaled excitedly as she glanced quickly around the room, letting the stimuli of the office setting fully permeate the experience. She recalled her ill-fated attempt at self-relief in her bed the morning prior and she grinned as she prepared to jump right back into that battle. Only this time armed with a far, far more stimulating weapon. Closing her eyes and letting the scene surround her senses, she leaned in.
"Fu-uck..."
Chris's choppy curse tumbled out as Rachel's soft lips slipped easily around his cock, pulling him into the pleasurable warmth of her mouth. He gasped as the familiar sensation transported him back in an instant to that afternoon in the fall. He could suddenly feel again the first seconds of that blowjob as well. The smooth suction of her lips. The playful swirl of her warm tongue. The tickles of her hair as it dangled over his thighs.
But as pleasurable as that had been, the visual accompanying the current experience pushed it into a new realm. Replacing the memory of her alluring cleavage snuggled playfully in her bra was instead the explicit image of her full, stomach-tightening tits, swaying and shaking subtly to the perfected motions of her head and neck. Adjusting his gaze, Chris also marveled at the gentle slope of her back, arching smoothly downward and giving way to her tight, perky ass. A green butterfly tattoo inhabited the small space just above a gently faded tan-line. Her small feet laid heels up, her toes curling and uncurling in rhythm.
Getting back to the main event, Chris gritted his teeth as he watched his dick slide smoothly in and out of Rachel's mouth. It looked so effortless and natural and her face displayed a matching sense of calm and poise. Her pouty lips surrounded his shaft in a firm seal, rubbing coarsely over his flesh with each rotating bob of her head. He could feel her teasing tongue swirling playfully around him as she sucked. It was perfectly pleasurable. Every second. Just like last time.
Down below, Rachel's arousal was humming along in line with her partner's. As she worked him skillfully in her mouth, her mind raced with dozens of exciting accompanying images. She thought about the excitement of the interaction by itself. That she had shown up to a professor's office naked and was now eagerly blowing him so that he'd change a grade (even if it wasn't her own). She thought about how wrong he must know it was for him to agree. But how his duty to such ethics stood no chance in a battle against his primal need to have her make him come.
She also thought about Rich and how everything was so circularly related. It was her teacher that had led her to do what she'd done with Rich and it was now in turn her incessant arousal in the aftermath that had now led her back again. What might have seemed so wrong and unimaginable at one point was now becoming routine. These didn't feel like oneff anomalies. They felt like habit.
Rachel whimpered gently as she took his dick deeper into her throat, sucking him smoothly and bringing her nose into the outskirts of his trimmed hair. She recalled suddenly how she'd upped the intensity of her blowjob with Rich right at the end. She'd taken him deeply and then popped him free to spread the love in other areas. A tremor snaked through her stomach. She was going to get off doing this for sure.
Following her own memories like a guide, she leaned back and let his penis slip from the edges of her pouty lips. His tip glistened with wetness and she grinned up at him as she swallowed some saliva down as well. Angling his shaft upward, she brought her face back in low and extended her tongue to his sac. As her fingers began to jerk him in a smooth, slippery motion, she parted her lips and sucked his balls hungrily into her mouth.
Chris grunted with appreciation as the unexpected change in the experience sent a shivery wave of pleasure through his gut. While the first blowjob Rachel had given him had been flawless, he hadn't received any extracurricular love like he was getting now. In fact, he couldn't recall the last time he'd gotten such attention from anyone to be honest. Deciding not to worry about it, he simply stared down and watched in wonder as Rachel licked and sucked vigorously away.
Rachel, indeed, had found a heightened rhythm as her own engine began to rev more fully. Her thighs pumped with excitement as she ran her tongue eagerly over the soft, crinkly folds of Chris's balls. Switching her grip, she'd angled his sac upward as well, revealing the sensitive flesh behind. Feeling her own dizzying heat taking over, she leaned in and lavishly coated every inch.
She knew she was driving him crazy and it made her surge with confidence and power. But there was more she needed than the standard doses of vicarious pleasure flowing into her system. Her pussy was twitching anxiously and the intersection of her various swirling fantasies had created a clear need for deep, stimulating attention. She hadn't put off dousing the flames for a day and half for nothing. Far, far from it.
Exhaling smoothly and letting the arousal pour in to the point of overflow, Rachel finally stopped her generous efforts and let his cock fall from her grip. As it bobbed and pulsed in front of her face, she wiped at her lips and looked up into his eyes. She could see the combination of confusion and lustful desperation radiating from his expression. He was probably wondering why she'd stopped...
Grinning mysteriously, Rachel slowly pushed herself back up to her feet and stretched out, flexing her jaw and arching her back. She giggled gently as her pushedut chest grabbed her teacher's eyes like a magnet. Her nipples were inches from grazing his shirt.
Keeping her stare fixed, she began to step backwards, inching her way to the edge of his desk. As the cool wood greeted her butt with a tickling chill, she inhaled and turned to examine the papers he had left scattered on the surface. Pushing them into a neat pile, she cleared some space and hopped up suddenly to sit.
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ith wide eyes as his breaths came fast in his chest. His cock was as hard as he could remember it ever being and it throbbed angrily, desperate for the return of the lavish attention that had just been taken away. He watched as Rachel's boobs swayed gently in her leaned-forward position as she sat calmly on the edge of his desk and tapped her fingers. Furrowing his brow, he verbalized his confusion.
"What are you-? Is something wrong?"
Rachel grinned back at him and shook her head. Her eyes were sparkling and totally alive. Her grin playful and devious.
"Not at all. It's just like I said, you deserve something extra this time."
She paused and pursed her lips as the playfulness in her face tightened into an expression of intensity. Raising one hand from her side, she held it up in front of her face, extending a finger and curling it back, beckoning him to come join her.
"So come here and take it."
Concurrent with her hot-dagger words, Rachel tilted her head and spread her thighs purposefully apart. She watched the tortured recognition form in his face. Pressing her lips firmly together, she fought back her own waves of overwhelming arousal and waited for his response.
The air crackled and snapped all around Chris's head as his brain fought to process the new reality and the accompanying visual presented. Sixty seconds earlier, he'd thought nothing could be more visually and physically stimulating than the sight of Rachel completely naked and enthusiastically sucking his cock. It had already blown the prior images of their last engagement completely out of the water. Nothing was going to be able to top it. For as long as he lived. How could it?
But what he was staring at now just somehow had. And not just the literal image greeting his eyes, but the implication behind it. He felt his head get light as his eyes fixed on the explicitly offered view of her pussy Rachel had just given him. Her toned legs were bowed out to the sides, opening her hips and leaving nothing to the imagination. Or to doubt.
He suddenly glanced down at his own body and choked back some embarrassment. On his desk was a young, naked goddess. Physically flawless and seemingly beckoning him to come over and fuck her without hesitation. And here he stood. His dick hanging out in the open with his jeans and underwear bunched awkwardly below his knees. Even his thin sweater felt suddenly goofy and outdated as it clung to his torso.
The mild shame set off a spark in his brain and spurred him suddenly into action. Desperate to shed the half-dressed and weakened image he was presenting, Chris moved quickly to remedy the situation and match his partner's state of eager readiness.
He yanked his boots from his feet and slid his socks, underwear, and jeans from his legs in a swift, seamless motion. Stepping forward, he ripped his sweater and undershirt up over his head and tossed them into a balled-up pile behind him. He surged with confidence as he watched Rachel's eyes widen and her smile stretch in response to his nakedness and sudden action. He recalled how he'd stressed over comparing himself physically to the kinds of boys he imagined she might normally be intimate with. But he didn't bother with that now. There was only one thing on his mind.
Rachel gasped and giggled with reflexive excitement as she felt Chris step into her and position his body between her welcoming thighs. His warm hand clutched her shoulder powerfully, bracing her body and holding her in place. Her eyes flicked downward and she swallowed hard as she watched him grip his shaft and angle it purposefully between her legs. As he stepped in closer, she looked up into his eyes and bit down hard on her lip to the point of pain.
Her lips curled into an automatic "O" and she moaned softly as his tip made first contact and gently pressed in. The pleasurable pressure of him parting her and sliding smoothly inside clutched her senses and she shut her eyes. A smile formed across her lips and she adjusted her hips reflexively to the sensation of their bodies meeting and his dick filling her completely. She repened her lids and flashed her eyes excitedly as he rocked back and began to evenly pump away.
The first few moments of the sex began slowly and gently with each party dipping their toes into the entirely surreal reality of the moment. Chris kept his jaw tight as he slid carefully in and out of her. His cock pulsed pleasurably at each pass as he absorbed the hot, smooth friction of her grip. His eyes locked into hers and he smiled back at her warm expression. She looked so beautiful. He couldn't believe what was actually happening.
The incomprehensible and wrongful excitement began to take over and soon his gears upshifted by themselves. Flexing his thighs, he picked up his pace and pushed deeper inside with each thrust. His gaze dropped from her face as the increased intensity of his motions had the pleasant side effect of causing Rachel's tits to rhythmically shake. He licked his lips as the image made his cock strain somehow harder. Reaching forward, he brought his hand to her chest and squeezed her firmly in his palm.
Rachel moaned as Chris's grip on her breast sent a new tremor of pleasure through her belly. She bit her lip and stared straight ahead, taking in the pure hunger in his eyes. They'd only been fucking for a minute or so but she could already feel the swirls beginning deep, deep down in her system. Her oven had been warming for a while now. And the heat was rapidly rising.
An especially deep and enthusiastic thrust elicited an even louder moan and Rachel tightened her stomach as a shockwave ripped through her. Chris was beginning to really give it to her and the way he'd come alive so forcefully made everything better. She flexed her muscles firmly, tightening herself around him and upping her smooth grip. As the pleasure began to overwhelm her, she leaned back and shut her eyes again.
Her motion forced Chris's eager hands to disengage from the soft depths of her breast and she whimpered as her back pressed firmly into the cool, hard surface of his desk. Her head bumped a picture frame and she raised her arms quickly up over her head. With a sudden, deliberate motion, she swept the picture and a cup full of pens from the desk sending them crashing to the floor. Laughing and smiling intensely up at Chris, she ran her nails through her soft, thick hair and into her scalp as her teacher fucked her wildly on top of the very desk he'd once graded her papers.
Every feeling was electric and overwhelming. She began moaning more loudly and regularly, uninhibited by any possible dangers and unwilling to care either way. The rhythmic slaps of their flesh meeting as he penetrated her over and over echoed through the space, joining her pleasurable whimpers and his heavy breaths. She could feel her entire body being shaken by his force and her toes curled in their suspended state behind him. It was all perfect. And she loved every second.
Chris, too, was beside himself as he held Rachel firmly by her hips and railed eagerly away. The image of her sprawled out over his desk, legs spread and tits bouncing wildly was almost too much to take. His eyes traced downward over the tight flex of her stomach to the glistening lips of her pussy. The utter explicitness of seeing his own cock disappearing over and over into the inviting depths of her warmth was something he knew he would never forget.
Unfortunately, it was also a vision far too intoxicating to enjoy forever. He could feel the swelling beginning to rise from deep within and he fought back to stem the tide. His eyes glued to Rachel's gyrating frame, he reached downward and again resumed his eager work on her chest. He gripped her tits roughly and sunk his fingers fully into the seemingly unending depths of her soft, pillowed perfection. As his cock pushed deeper and deeper inside her, he gritted his teeth and did everything her could to extend the pleasure.
Rachel shrieked happily as an overly-eager squeeze on her breast sent a tickle of pain through her senses. She licked her lips and stared intently into Chris's eyes, communicating her approval and urging on his continued aggressive play. She could feel her own control beginning to slip away and she brought her fingers to her mouth as she tried to hold on and keep the fun from ending. God, it was so hot. She could go on letting him fuck her all afternoon.
Alas, despite her best efforts, Rachel couldn't hold the tidal wave back forever. As her eyes passed once more over the scenery of the room, the backdrop of what she was actually doing again came to life. She was fucking her teacher. For a grade. Because she wanted to do. Because it was wrong and hot and so head-spinningly wonderful. And because she knew it was going to make her come so, so, *so* hard.
Bright, hot lights flashed in her brain and her thoughts cut off as she lost it all in a sudden burst. She cried out unexpectedly before clamping her hand over her mouth to muffle the intensity of the sound. Her pussy throbbed and clenched and her face tingled with prickly heat as the sensation cut through her and dropped her over the edge. She came violently, pushing her weight back in his direction and impaling herself as deep as she could into his thrusts. Her eyes shut and her head spun. She came again. And then again. Each ripple as blindingly intense as the last.
Up above, Chris's own limited timer accelerated unexpectedly as he watched the contortion in Rachel's face and body. As she screamed and covered her mouth and arched her back off the desk, he felt the internal rush race up from his legs and squarely into his gut. His hips bucked and his legs clenched. With his dick still buried deeply inside her, he thought quickly and pulled out fast.
He barely made it in time and he groaned with his entire body as his cock twitched and erupted in his hand. He shot off powerfully, coming onto the upper reaches of her stomach, almost all the way to her breasts. His next pop landed just below her waist, splattering her smooth skin in a chaotic burst. He came again repeatedly, his abs flexing and his dick jumping as it expended every ounce of built up energy. His heart pounded in his neck. It was the most indescribable orgasm he'd ever had.
As the fury died down for each of them, soon all that was left in the space was the sounds of their heavy, rhythmic breathing. Rachel swallowed smoothly as she finally opened her eyes and ran her hands past her dampened brow over the softness of her hair. She smiled breathlessly up at Chris before tracing his gaze down over her body. She grinned widely at the physical evidence of his pleasure spread messily over her torso. She'd felt it when it had happened, but seeing it made everything seem much bigger and more intense. He'd came a lot. The thought filled her belly with warm, fuzzy, confidence.
Chris eventually snapped free of his daze and shook his head as he tried to get his bearings and make sense of what had happened. He'd just fucked a student of his. The same girl who'd seduced him earlier in the year and talked him into letting her give him a blowjob. He'd thought about it nonstop for weeks following the incident before finally forcing himself to move on. He'd chalked it up as a wild mistake and convinced himself that it was something best left firmly in the past.
And then she'd called him yesterday. Out of the blue. Twenty-four hours later she was in his office, spinning some tale about needing a favor for a friend. Before he'd even gotten a chance to blink her clothes were off and she'd been pressed into his body in a full embrace. She'd offered him another sample of her soothing oral talents and then...
His stomach clenched as he recalled the moment she'd stepped back into his desk and spread her legs. It had nearly knocked the wind out of him and in a blur he'd been fucking her and listening to her giggle and moan. His eyes lowered and he swallowed hard as he looked over his copious offering painting her stomach and waist. He'd gotten off so hard. Everything about the experience had been so thickly intense.
Inhaling and stepping back, he reached for a box of tissues on his shelf and extended them awkwardly in Rachel's direction. She grinned warmly and took them, sitting up carefully as she began to clean herself off. Chris watched her silently, still feeling the blood somehow pumping between his legs as her heavy breasts shook so magically in front of his eyes.
Concluding her work, Rachel hopped off the desk and stumbled unexpectedly, eliciting a startled giggle. Her legs felt like butter and she reached out quickly to brace herself on Chris's arms. As their bodies touched again, she looked up into his eyes and smiled. Sniffing in through her nose, she finally broke the silence.
"Whoa!"
She giggled again as the tingly numbness shot through her thighs.
"That was perfect."
She licked her lips and nodded as she repeated the words in a softer tone.
"Just perfect."
Chris felt his throat tighten and he nodded back as his brain continued to reboot. He felt a sudden swelling of pride that this teenaged goddess was somehow so genuinely impressed. *He* should be the one offering breathless praise.
"Yeah it was. *You're* perfect."
A sting of mild embarrassment tightened Chris's face as he heard his own words roll off his tongue. *You're perfect?* That was the smoothest thing he could come up with to say?
But the way Rachel's eyes lit up softened his cringe quickly. She bit down on her lower lip and shuddered pleasurably.
"Aww! You're so sweet!"
She realized she could hold her position in his arms forever. Her legs were shaky and her pulse still way above normal. But she felt content. And warm. And despite the true danger inherent in what they'd just done, she somehow felt safe. She smiled and pressed her cheek into his shoulder. *He* felt safe.
The silent embrace lasted for well over a minute before the early tickles of awkwardness and the room's chilled air pulled them apart. Rachel grinned as she disengaged from his grip. It was funny that they were just standing there each completely naked in this space. This space that was supposed to be something else entirely. An office. A place of quiet study and work. It was like being naked in a classroom.
The thoughts made her giggle to herself as she made her way back around to the other side of the desk. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she bent over to retrieve the jacket she'd so nonchalantly discarded during her brazen reveal. She shook it out and slid her arms back into its soft, fluffy cocoon as Chris, too, began the process of gathering his clothes which had been left scattered across the room.
The pair made pleasant small talk as they redressed. Rachel had far less to put back on and she watched with a smile as Chris retook his seat and slipped his boots back on one at a time. Bending forward to gather her hair up into a messy tail, she spoke without looking.
"Well, anyway. Not to ruin our pleasure with business but um, when should Rebecca be expecting her new 'A'?"
Chris had been distracted momentarily. With Rachel bending over and her coat left unbuttoned, he'd strained his eyes to catch a few final glimpses of her large, enchanting breasts. But he stiffened and looked up suddenly as he registered the words.
He cleared his throad and tried to center his voice.
"Wait, 'A'?"
He laughed nervously and shook his head like she was joking.
"We didn't-. Rachel, she has a '*D*' right now. I can't just-. Look, there are limits to how far I can-."
His protests cut off as Rachel leaned up suddenly and faced him directly again. She'd abandoned her ponytail efforts and her expression was stern, a line of irritation creasing her forehead. He watched as her eyes narrowed and she stepped back around the desk, making her way to his seat. She reached down and turned the arms of his chair, spinning him to face her. Putting her knee into the cushion, she climbed in and straddled is lap.
"Are you saying I'm worth, what? A 'B'?"
She inhaled sharply through her nose and pulled the flaps of her coat open to the sides.
"A '*C*'??"
Chris sucked in a deep breath as Rachel smiled expectantly at him and leaned forward. Her breasts were back on full display, practically grazing his chin. He felt his pulse beginning to intensify and he swallowed hard to steady himself. Smiling weakly, he shook his head and tried to backtrack.
"No, come on. You know that's not what I-. It's just..."
He trailed off, his brain refusing to cooperate as his senses overloaded. He couldn't peel his eyes away from the dizzying close-up of her tits. It was impossible to concentrate on anything else.
Rachel smirked gently as she comprehended his paralysis. He was practically drooling. Moving in for the kill, she reached for his hands and guided them smoothly back up to her breasts. As he reflexively squeezed in, she smiled innocently and cocked her head.
"It's just 'what'?"
Chris sighed as his fingers slipped eagerly into the exquisite softness of her flesh. Who was he kidding with his little act of defiance? He had no chance. And he knew that Rachel was certainly every bit as aware of that fact as he was.
Continuing to caress her firmly, he cleared his throat and smirked in full capitulation.
"You're just not going to take 'no' for an answer, are you?"
Rachel grinned and stuck out her tongue teasingly as she shook her head. Raising a playful eyebrow, she reached out and tussled his brown hair.
"You're just now figuring that out?"
Chris smirked again and rolled his eyes. Somehow giving in and surrendering completely helped alleviate the pressure in the room. He suddenly felt lighter and less tightly wound. There was no need to defend some silly point of negotiation. This was a fight Rachel had won from the moment she'd picked up the phone and called him. Accepting that simple little reality allowed him to relax and unburden himself with unnecessary consternation.
Giving her heavenly breasts one final, full squeeze, he withdrew his grip and nodded sarcastically.
"I guess I should've been paying better attention."
Sighing again, he looked back and reached over his shoulder, tapping a key on his keyboard and waking his computer up from its sleep mode. Turning back to give Rachel a final defeated smirk, he confirmed his surrender.
"You win. An 'A' it is."
Rachel giggled triumphantly and leaned forward to plant a playful kiss on his forehead. Climbing back down from his chair, she held her position for a moment, offering him a final, open look at her body. As he smiled approvingly, she grinned and returned to her spot on the other side of his desk.
She buttoned up and smoothed her hair as she watched him tap the keys on his computer and click away with the mouse. After less than a minute of manipulation, he turned back to her with a nod.
"It's done. It might take a few minutes for the change to show up on her online portal, but everything should be squared away."
Rachel smiled brightly and nodded back. Beyond the warm afterglow of her orgasm and the entire arousing experience, she felt a burst of euphoria rise up through her stomach as she reveled in the successful completion of her mission. She couldn't wait to tell Rebecca the good news. She would be so excited!
The thought made her pause, however, and she twisted her lips thoughtfully as she looked back at Chris's happily beaten expression. She knew that what she'd done for him had been incredible enough that it didn't need any extra qualification. But she felt a sudden need to make him understand that it hadn't been a simple business transaction. It wasn't so cold and mechanical as that.
"Well, thanks again for being so understanding about all this. You really are a good guy and I hope you don't think I came here just to get something from you."
Chris smirked and rolled his eyes again. He appreciated her making the effort but...
"Uh huh. Sure."
Rachel dropped her jaw and smiled incredulously. Putting her hands on her hips she fired back with a mockingly-accusatory tone.
"Oh my God, that's so not fair!"
Chris smiled back and leaned forward in his chair.
" 'Not fair'?"
He laughed and tried to let her off the hook.
"Rachel, it's okay. You don't have to say these things and pretend like this was something else."
Rachel again rolled her jaw and scoffed out loud. Clucking her tongue with a scolding smirk, she crossed her arms.
"I think you have a pretty short memory."
Chris raised his brow, still grinning.
"Is that right?"
Rachel nodded and continued the thought, feigning hurt in her voice.
"That *is* right. If you recall, the last time I was in here like this, I'd written that stupid paper all along. I didn't want anything from you. I just wanted..."
She paused and raised her eyebrow as her voice softened.
"...you."
Chris's smug, doubting expression vanished suddenly and he swallowed as he took in her words. He looked at the sweet honesty in her smile and the playful fire dancing behind her eyes. A chill went up his spine and his throat tightened again as he tried to think of a way to respond.
"You did?"
Rachel nodded earnestly and spoke as if it should be blatantly obvious.
"Mmm-hmm. I like our little meetings."
She stopped and raised a devious eyebrow.
"Maybe we could have more regular office hours in the future."
Chris finally snapped out of it and laughed as he shook his head. He didn't know if she was simply playing with him for his (or her) benefit. He'd long since abandoned the charade of pretending that their relationship was anywhere near morally appropriate but he still felt the reflexive need to say the right things. Even if the words were comically hollow.
"Well, that sounds like fun. But I don't think the university would be too thrilled if I ever got caught having sex with one of my students."
Rachel leaned her chin back and smirked playfully. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Hmmm..."
Chris raised his brows and smirked as well, looking curiously back at her as he mimicked her strange response.
" 'Hmmm?' "
Rachel shrugged again and smiled mysteriously as she turned from the desk and began to make her way back to the office door. As she reached it, she stopped and looked back to face him.
"Well, you said 'one of your students'."
She raised a playful brow and cocked her head.
"I don't recall seeing your name on my schedule next semester..."
She shivered pleasurably as she watched his face tighten once more. She remembered how she'd left him with a similar thought when she'd exited his office back in the fall after their first incident. She really had been somewhat serious then about the possibility of revisiting. But other things had distracted her and life had gotten busy, and even still, it had seemed at that time still so impossibly crazy.
But now? Now things felt a little different. New lines had been crossed and new comforts were certainly setting in. She sucked in a quick breath as she again felt the fresh sensation of him entering her for the first time. Her eyes darted around his office and the arousing swirl of her fantasies again took form. Oh, she could certainly picture herself laid out over that desk again...
Shaking away the images, Rachel came back to the moment and winked at her silent professor. Offering a cute little wave, she gripped the door knob and stepped smoothly out of the room. As the door shut behind her, a sudden rush of excitement sent a thousand spiky chills through her flesh. God, she'd done it! And with such overwhelming ease!
Feeling like she might burst, she moved quickly through the hallways and finally out of the building. The arctic wind whipped around just as aggressively as it had upon her arrival, but it somehow no longer fazed her. It barely registered. Protected by her cocoon of dizzying excitement, she slipped into her car and shut the door.
She turned on the engine and had been about to reach for the gearshift when she stopped and shivered again. Changing course, she pulled out her phone and punched a few quick buttons. As the ringer sounded out by her ear, she practically shook with anticipation.
"Hey, girl! What are you doing?"
Rebecca's cheery voice made her cheeks tingle and she swallowed smoothly and cleared her throat.
"Nothing much. Just left a meeting with a certain teacher friend of ours."
Rebecca's ears perked up and she grinned to herself.
"Already? You mean you-?"
She paused and steadied herself as she felt her stomach clench up with sudden nerves. She was afraid to ask but she had to know.
"And...?"
Rachel smiled brightly and stayed silent for a moment. She loved Rebecca's palpable anxiety. It usually seemed that her friend was the one who had the upper hand in these moments. A brief enjoyment of the role-reversal seemed only fair.
Finally letting her off the hook, she licked her lips and spoke nonchalantly.
"And it's all good. I took care of it."
She pulled the phone away from her ear and grimaced jokingly as Rebecca's joyous shriek erupted through the speaker. She surged with happiness and delight in her friend's relief. She felt so good that she'd been able to help.
"Oh my God, Rach! You *did??* Thank you! You are *so* amazing! Shit, I've been a wreck. I was so sure I was fucked here!"
Rachel grinned and continued to bask in the glory. Her toes curled and uncurled automatically as she responded in a faux-serious tone.
"Well, consider yourself un-fucked."
She giggled and shook her head as she heard her friend laugh along, too.
Rebecca felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted from her shoulders and she sighed with pure relief. She was so grateful. But (and she couldn't help it) she was also just a bit curious as well.
"Soooo? Details! How did you get him to change it?"
Rachel smirked and shook her head as she processed the question she'd known was coming. A tremor snuck through her belly and she squeezed her thighs together reflexively. She could still feel him.
But she played coy.
"Oh, nothing crazy. We just had a nice chat and I gave a good argument. And afterwards he saw his error and decided he was feeling generous."
Rebecca scoffed mockingly into the phone as she shook her head with obvious skepticism.
" 'A nice chat', huh? Okay, sure."
She paused and giggled again. There was no need to press here. But she couldn't resist a little shot.
"Well, did you at least get your fix of that strange little office fetish thing you've apparently been keeping secret all this time? Are you going to rush home and do what you were doing yesterday when I called?"
Rachel's eyes widened and she scoffed back as she heard her friend's teasing dig. Mild embarrassment tickled her senses as she replayed the conversation from the day prior when Rebecca had accurately called her out on engaging in a little round of self-relief. She still couldn't believe her friend had known so easily.
But a surge of righteous power came rushing back as she narrowed her eyes and reloaded for her return shot. Licking her lips and speaking with full, smug, confidence, she fired back.
"Mmmmm...I don't think so."
Rebecca smirked.
"Oh no? And why not?"
Rachel's veins rushed with heat and she grinned deviously at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
"Because when you log in and see what grade I just got you, I think I'll have you come over and do it for me..."
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"Come here you," the beaming bride exclaimed as she opened her arms and embraced one of the ushers from her wedding. She tilted her face up toward his and leaned in for a kiss, full and open mouthed, her tongue doing a tango with his. They broke the kiss with a giggle as the bride leaned back and looked up at him.
"I owe the two of you so much, Tim. Honestly, I don't know where I would have ended up without you both in my life."
"Trust me, Jenny. It was my pleasure," Tim replied with a grin. A moment later, he took an elbow to the ribs from his wife Maggie.
"Yeah, yeah. Stop hogging the bride," she chided as she threw her arms around Jenny. Tim shrugged and stepped over to Rich, Jenny's groom. The men embraced and clapped each other on the back.
"She told me she was going to do that," Rich said with a chuckle. "Tell me, Tim," he said with a smile. "Do you think you'll be able to behave yourself around my wife from here on in?"
"She is quite a woman, Rich. It won't be easy...but of course I will. I'm thrilled for both of you, and you make a beautiful couple. I'm not going to risk screwing that up. Besides, I'm never going back to having two women living with me at the same time. Do you have any idea what it was like getting bathroom time with those two around?"
Rich laughed and clapped Tim on the back again. "Thank you. For everything. I mean it, Tim. You and Maggie...you really are the best. There is no way we can ever repay you for the kindness and generosity that you've shown Jenny."
"Don't thank me. Thank Maggie. It was all her doing. All I did was go along for the ride."
"I know better, Tim. Not that it didn't have its benefits," he said with a chuckle.
"Yeah. I reckon it did at that," Tim grinned.
Maggie joined him and they stepped back, allowing their friends to greet their other guests. Tim watched Jenny with interest as she moved about, thinking that she looked absolutely stunning. Her long blonde hair was up, exposing her neck and shoulders in the sleeveless gown she wore. Her ample cleavage was a sight to behold, and Tim was certainly beholding it. She was, as Tim had once told her, the most beautiful woman he had ever known.
As he stood there, Tim thought about all that had transpired over the past couple of years, leading them to this point. It had all started at his favorite restaurant, on what was to be a normal night out. What happened, though, was the start of something that was anything but ordinary.
Tim took his time as he drove to Maroni's Restaurant, which is where he and Maggie were meeting Jenny and her fiancé for dinner. He wasn't looking forward to the evening, despite the fact that they would be dining at his favorite restaurant. Maggie could see the tension in his jaw as he drove.
"Relax Tim," she said. "We'll have some wine and a good meal. You don't need to let Mick get under your skin."
"He doesn't need to be an asshole either, but I'm sure he will."
"Come on, honey. I know he's not your favorite person, but could you please behave for Jenny's sake?"
"For Jenny's sake? I should kick his ass for Jenny's sake, Mag. She's been your best friend for your entire life. How do you not let the way he acts and treats her bother you?"
"I didn't say it doesn't bother me. I said I don't want to create waves for Jenny."
"Jesus. I just don't get it. I mean, she is absolutely beautiful. Why the hell is she settling on a fool like Mick?"
"Who knows what makes people tick, Tim? Look. You can't ignore the fact that she isn't a small girl. She's spent her entire life dealing with that, and it affects her self-image."
"Well, can't you talk to her? I mean, you're practically sisters for fucks sake. She'd listen to you."
"Honey. Jenny is probably more than two hundred pounds. I'm a hundred and ten soaking wet. Do you really think she'll listen to me when I tell her she looks great? Really?"
Tim glanced over at Maggie with a wicked grin and a leer in his eye. "She really does look great, though. Jesus, that woman is hot. Abundant curves in all the right places, and just about the prettiest face I've ever seen in my life...excluding yours of course."
"Yeah, right. You've always had a thing for Jenny, haven't you Tim?" asked Maggie with a giggle.
"What me? She's like my sister, Mag. Hell, I even call her sis."
"Right. I've seen you look at her. A man doesn't look at his sister like that," Maggie teased.
"Yeah, well. I'll try to behave tonight, but I'm not making any guarantees."
"Guarantees about behaving around Mick, or guarantees about leering at Jenny?" Maggie asked with a grin.
"Yes. That."
Maggie nodded and smiled as they pulled into the parking lot and took a space. They got out and held each other's hand as they walked over to the entrance and went inside. Jenny was standing by a window in the bar area, and waved them over when she caught their eye. The couple approached Jenny and exchanged hugs and pecks on the cheek. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a burgundy colored empire waist top that accentuated her breasts quite nicely. Tim inconspicuously surveyed her body, or that's what he thought.
Maggie looked at him and shook her head. "Tim, you get a good eyeful there?" she teased.
Jenny let out a giggle and joined in. "You really were a little obvious," she said with a smile. "And right in front of your wife too!"
"All I know is right now, I'm standing here with the two most beautiful women in town. Of course I'm going to look."
Jenny flashed her eyes at Tim and winked. They were the color of a deep blue, clear summer sky. Her pale complexion and shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair made her eyes stand out like gemstones. Tim looked at her a moment longer before Maggie gave him a light push towards the bar.
"Yeah, yeah. You forgot the part where these women were thirsty. Please be a gentleman and get us a drink, will ya?"
Tim grinned and pushed up to the bar, nodding to the bartender and capturing his attention. He ordered them the house Cabernet Sauvignon, which was quite good. He handed a glass to each of the women and the three of them drifted away from the bar to chat while they waited for Mick to arrive. A short time later, he walked in with an irritated expression on his face and strode over to where they were standing.
"What the hell, Jennifer. You knew when I was getting here. Why did you make me come look for you?" he snapped.
"We're right here, Mick. The place is tiny. Where did you think we were?"
"You weren't where I expected you to be. I told you to meet me by the door."
Jenny quietly cast her eyes down and nodded. "I'm sorry. I thought it would be alright," she whispered. The smile was gone from her face, and her bright eyes had turned dull. As always, Jenny went from lively, happy and charming to stressed and morose when Mick showed up. It was as if there were two entirely different Jennys.
Tim watched the exchange and bit his tongue. In his mind, he pictured himself grabbing Mick by the shirt collar and tossing him out into the gutter like the trash that he was. Maggie could sense the tension in him. She hooked her arm around his and distracted him.
"Now that we're all here, should we ask to be seated at our table?" she asked the group.
"At least someone here has sense," Mick replied as he glanced at Jenny with disdain.
Tim approached the hostess and informed her that the entire party had arrived. She nodded and led them to a round table for four positioned in the middle of the small room. They each took a seat, with Maggie sitting to the left of Tim and Jenny across from him. Mick sat to his right. Tim would have preferred him to sit in his car. A busboy filled water glasses for them as they waited. Without a word, Mick snatched the glass of wine from Jenny's hand and took a sip. There was an awkward silence as they sat there feeling the tension that Mick had brought to the table.
"How is the wedding planning coming along?" Maggie asked.
Jenny looked at Mick before speaking. "We've decided to keep it simple. We're just going to have a small group of family and friends come to the church, and have a celebration dinner at a local restaurant. Maybe twenty people in total."
"Wow. What changed, Jenny?" asked Maggie. You always wanted a big wedding?"
Jenny shrugged with sadness in her eyes and started to speak.
Mick cut her off. "This makes more sense. She's the one that wanted to switch careers. With her in school and not earning anything, it would be really stupid to waste money on a big wedding. Frankly, I don't know why anyone would want to be a nurse. Giving up a good job in marketing so she can take blood pressure and wipe someone else's ass for them? I don't get it."
"Please, Mick," begged Jenny. "Can we not have this discussion here? Is it so wrong for me to have a job where I think I can make a difference in people's lives?"
"You're making a difference in our lives, Jennifer, and it isn't a good one. I'm working to support this ridiculous idea of yours. You're like a freaking child with this stuff."
Maggie could see the hurt in Jenny's eyes, causing her to glare at Mick. "It isn't that unusual for people to make a career change," she said. "I'd think you'd want her to be happy with what she did for a living."
"Oh, please. She doesn't know what the hell she wants. In a month, she'll change her mind again. You know better than anyone else how fickle she is, Maggie."
"I don't know that she's fickle. I think she gives a lot of thought to what she does."
"Yeah, right. Like when the two of you decided to play lesbian with each other for a while back in college. What the fuck was that? This woman can't make up her mind."
"Okay, okay," Tim jumped in. "How about we change the subject?"
"Well, I'm not the one that started it," Mick childishly snapped.
"Actually, you did start it," Maggie said with a sneer. All I did was ask about the wedding. "You're the one that lashed out at Jenny."
"Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" Mick replied loudly. The other patrons in the restaurant were all watching them now.
Tim looked across the table at Jenny, who was dabbing tears from the corners or her eyes with her napkin. He'd held his tongue until this point, but he was now out of patience.
"How about you keep your voice down, Mick?" he growled.
"And if I don't?"
"Let me ask you a question. Every time we get together, all you do is shit on Jenny and treat her like garbage. Every time." Tim looked across the table at Jenny, who was on the verge of bawling. "I'm sorry for this Jenn," he said before turning his gaze back to Mick. "Why are you marrying her, Mick? It seems to me as if you despise her. What's the point?"
"If she'd fucking listen to me, she'd develop into something worthwhile. Instead, all she does is argue with me."
"Oh. So you're remaking her into...what exactly? Like some kind of Stepford wife?"
"Yeah. Lot of good it's done. She's fat as shit and gave up her job. It's like she's going in the wrong direction."
Tim heard Jenny gasp, and his anger grew tenfold. He wanted more than anything to slap the smug sneer off of Mick's face, but he controlled himself.
"Let me ask you again. Why are you engaged to be married to her then?"
"You know what? You're right," Mick snarled as he stood up and threw his napkin onto the table. "She's never going to be the wife I need."
"What you need, Mick, is a royal ass kicking. If you stay here any longer, that's exactly what you'll get," Tim said as he rose from his seat.
"Good riddance." He turned his gaze on Jenny, who had gone steely eyed. "Fuck you. Tomorrow, you come pick your shit up from my house or I'm throwing it in a dumpster. I'm finished with you."
With that, he stormed out of the restaurant, which had gone momentarily silent. Suddenly, the other patrons started to applaud his exit. Jenny didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Tim turned to the women.
"I...I'm sorry. I tried to keep quiet, but I just couldn't do it."
"Don't be sorry," Jenny said with a smile. That was a long time coming. I should have been brave enough to leave him ages ago."
"I wish you would have popped him in the mouth," Maggie added. "Hell, I was ready to do it myself."
Tim motioned the waiter over and handed him a fifty dollar bill.
"I'm sorry. I think it best if we returned on another day."
The waiter nodded and thanked him as they rose from the table.
"You'll come home with us tonight, Jenn. We'll go over and get your stuff tomorrow."
"Jesus. I guess I'm homeless," she replied.
"Nonsense. You'll stay with us," Tim said as he put an arm around Jenny and pulled her to him. "As long as you need to."
"And I thought I was going to have to coerce you," Maggie chided.
"Hell no. The only thing better than living with one beautiful woman is living with two," Tim replied as they left the restaurant.
Once outside, Maggie snatched the car keys away from Jenny, ordering her into the passenger seat of her Camry. Tim drove home alone and took the long way, allowing the women to have some time without him there. When he arrived, they were lounging on the couches in the den and sipping red wine.
"How are we doing in here?" he asked as he entered the room.
"We're okay," replied Jenny. "I'm okay. Truthfully, all I feel is relief. Mick did what I should have done a long time ago."
"No argument here," Tim said with a nasty grin.
"Tim. Don't start," Maggie said as she ran a finger across her neck in a cutting motion.
"It's alright, Mag," Jenny answered. "You guys were in a tough situation. Mick was an ass, and you were torn between trying to support me and trying to protect me. I knew it wasn't a great situation, but sometimes...I don't know. Sometimes we just get used to living in our lives. Does that make sense?"
"Of course it does," replied Maggie. "Of course, we always felt you could do better."
"I know I deserved better. I may have allowed myself to fall into the trap of feeling unattractive and let myself settle."
"You sure as hell don't have to settle, Jenny," Tim chimed in. "You are one hell of an incredible woman. Smart. Loving. Sassy. Beautiful. Sexy."
Jenny turned to Maggie. "You let him talk to other women like that?" she asked.
Maggie shrugged. "When he's right, he's right. You know what I hated the most? When that prick was around, you were never yourself. I hated that so much."
"It got to the point where it was just easier to keep quiet than get a verbal lashing for everything I did or said."
"So why did you stay?" Tim asked.
"You know what? I don't really know. Does me being a fat chick have something to do with it? I guess. You both know how physically active I am. I try to eat right. I just...I just am what I am. It gets really tiring hearing about how pretty I would be if I just lost some weight. A lifetime of that does take its toll."
Tim rolled his eyes. "I've got news for you, Jenn. You ARE pretty. No qualifiers. Drop dead gorgeous, actually."
Jenny blushed and turned to Maggie. "He's got a silver tongue, this one," she laughed.
"Maybe so, but you should listen to him. He's right, you know. The truth is I was always a bit jealous of you."
"Of me? You were jealous of me?"
"Yup. Damn girl. Those blue eyes, the blonde mane, those full lips of yours, your tits. My God, Jenny. Those tits. Are you kidding me? You are stunning."
"You two need to put the wine glasses down. I think you've had enough," Jenny laughed. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better though. I really am okay. I promise."
"Good," said Maggie. "Tomorrow we'll all go over and get your stuff. It won't take long for all of us to get you moved out."
"Yeah. I'm glad it's almost the end of a semester. If it's okay, I'd like to finish it out before getting a job and getting out of your hair."
Tim and Maggie looked at each other and nodded.
"You aren't doing anything of the sort," Maggie said forcefully. "You have a year to go to finish up. You'll stay here until you do and can get yourself situated."
Jenny looked back and forth between them. "That's too much to ask of the two of you. I can't..."
"Yes you can, and you will," Tim jumped in. "We've already had this conversation."
"What? When?"
"We expected this would eventually happen. Maybe hoped is a better description. Anyway, we've discussed it and decided we'd have you live with us as long as you needed."
"Do I get a say in this?" Jenny asked, half joking and half not.
"Nope. You don't," Tim said with a smile. "Look. We're not holding you captive. If you had a reasonable alternative, that would be one thing. But you don't. You're not going to say no just because you feel bad about freeloading or getting in the way. You're Maggie's best friend. She loves you. I love you. We can help, and we want to. And Jenny, you know damned well that you'd do the same for Maggie."
Jenny nodded and dabbed a tear from the corner of her eye. She got up and gave each of them a hug. "Okay. Thank you. I'll earn my keep. I promise. I'll cook and clean and whatever you need me to do. I'll stay out of the way as much as possible and..."
"Hush," Maggie interrupted. We can figure it all out tomorrow. Right now, I need to get some sleep, and so do you."
They got up and Maggie led Jenny up the stairs and into the bedroom she'd be using. Tim locked up downstairs and headed up to the master bedroom to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and stripped down naked before slipping between the covers. Before Maggie got anywhere near the bedroom, he was lightly snoring in a peaceful slumber.
Down the hall, Maggie gave Jenny a long night shirt to sleep in and a spare toothbrush to use. She sat with Jenny for a while, wanting to make sure she really was alright. They were lying side by side on the full sized bed, propped up against pillows piled up against the headboard.
Maggie turned to look at her friend. "You told that ass about us back in college?" she asked with a smile.
Jenny smiled and blushed. "Yes. The summer of giving up men. I wonder how many great ideas are borne out of a night of drinking."
"That was one hell of a summer, Maggie admitted. "I still think about it often."
Jenny glanced at her and quietly nodded. "What does Tim think about all of that?"
Maggie let out a chuckle. "What any guy would think. It turns him on."
"Of course it does," Jenny giggled.
The women quieted as they lay there together. There was a sudden tension in the room as unspoken words echoed off the walls. Maggie turned to face Jenny, who was already watching her. She could see the rapid rising and falling of Jenny's chest and the throbbing of the artery in her neck. She was biting her lip and had a hopeful look in her eyes. Maggie smiled and turned her body toward Jenny, leaning over and gently kissing her. Jenny kissed her back, softly at first, allowing her hunger to build slowly.
It had been ten years since either of them had kissed a woman, and they fell right back into it. Maggie sat up and pulled off the blouse she had been wearing, and Jenny did the same. With a sexy smile, Maggie undid her bra next, tossing it aside with a flourish. With little doubt as to what was going to happen, the rest of their clothes were hastily removed and thrown to the floor. The women lay together in an embrace and started to kiss again.
"This feels so nice," Jenny whispered. "You feel so nice up against me."
Maggie smiled and nibbled on Jenny's neck. Jenny cooed in response, sending the signal Maggie needed to start nibbling downward. She quickly reached Jenny's full breasts and nipped at her erect nipples. Jenny gasped with delight as her friend's ministrations brought back old memories along with present joy. Maggie's left hand reached down between Jenny's already parted legs, finding her wet and swollen. Maggie gently stroked the lips from the bottom to the top, stopping just shy of Jenny's clit.
Jenny moaned and squirmed, anxious for Maggie to stop toying with her. The two continued to kiss as Maggie teased her friend. Finally, when Jenny thought she could take no more, Maggie parted her lips and slipped one, then another, finger inside her. Jenny let out a moan of approval and thrust her hips forward in an attempt to feel those fingers deeper inside her. Maggie started to slowly fuck Jenny with her fingers. The kissing stopped and the women locked eyes as Maggie removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth, tasting her friend. She wet her thumb with saliva and slipped her fingers back inside Jenny, now drawing circles on her clit with the thumb she'd wet as she continued to fuck her with her fingers.
Jenny panted and moaned and squirmed as Maggie expertly manipulated her. It had been a long time, but Maggie certainly remembered exactly how to push her buttons, Jenny thought. The tension built quickly, and shortly thereafter Jenny's body tensed up and shook with a powerful orgasm. She growled loudly as she shook and trembled and thrashed about. Maggie smiled as she watched her friend recover. She leaned over and kissed Jenny softly and tenderly.
"God. That was nice, Mag," Jenny breathlessly mumbled. "So nice."
Maggie bit her lip and smiled. "I'm just getting started. Now I want to really taste you."
Jenny gasped and smiled as Maggie kissed her way down her body until she was lying between her legs, her face mere inches away from Jenny's needy pussy. The women once again locked eyes, and Maggie moved her mouth forward, covering Jenny's pussy and tasting her once again. Maggie slipped her tongue inside, causing Jenny to moan and thrust her pelvis up forcefully. Maggie grunted, then removed her tongue and lapped at Jenny, starting at the bottom of her slit and moving up the length of it and over her clit. Jenny squirmed and made soft purring sounds as she watched Maggie work.
The more Maggie licked, the needier Jenny became. As if reading Jenny's mind, Maggie again slipped her fingers inside Jenny and covered her clit with her mouth. She fucked Jenny with her fingers and sucked on her clit, flicking her tongue over the bud trapped between her lips. As Jenny approached an orgasm, her cunt began to clamp down on Maggie's fingers, alerting her friend that she was getting close. Maggie relentlessly worked on her friend, intent on bringing her over the edge. Suddenly, Jenny's body tensed up and she thrust up with her hips, biting her fist in an attempt to keep from howling. Maggie didn't stop until Jenny gently pushed her away, her clit far too sensitive for continued attention at that point.
Maggie crawled up the bed and the women embraced and kissed for a short while. They held each other wordlessly until they both started to doze. Maggie got up before she fell into a deep slumber, kissed Jenny gently, and headed down the hall into the bedroom she shared with Tim.
She climbed into bed, disturbing Tim enough to wake him. He turned toward her and smiled.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
Maggie leaned over and kissed him. "Yes. I think she'll sleep fine now."
Tim grunted softly. "You smell like pussy," he said with a chuckle.
Maggie scooted over and straddled Tim as he lay on his back. She could feel him hardening under her body, and she ground into him in response.
"There's a good reason for that. We can talk about it in the morning. For now..."
She moved onto her knees and positioned herself over Tim's cock. Reaching down, she grabbed him and rubbed the head over her drenched pussy, parting her lips and finding her opening. "For now, I need you to fuck me," she said as she impaled herself on Tim's stiff cock.
Tim was up first the next morning, brewing a pot of coffee for the three of them to enjoy. He was puttering around the kitchen when Jenny walked in, still wearing the nightshirt Maggie had given her. The shirt was a little short on her, and her panty clad ass showed at the bottom. Tim noticed but pretended not to. He also pretended not to notice the stirring of his cock as he took in the sight of Jenny.
"Good morning, Jenn. I take it you slept okay."
Jenny looked him in the eyes and blushed. "Jesus. She told you, huh? Are you mad?"
"Mad? Only that the two of you didn't wake me to watch."
Jenny let out a laugh. "Yeah, well. It wasn't like we planned it."
"Does that mean when you do plan it, I get to watch?"
Jenny rolled her eyes at him as she poured herself a mug of coffee. "First off, who says there WILL be a next time? Second, I think you'd have to take that up with your wife."
"Does that mean you're good with it?" Tim asked with an evil grin.
Jenny blushed a deeper shade of red and took a sip of coffee. "You...are a naughty man, Tim. No wonder why Maggie likes you so much," she said with a giggle.
As if on cue, Maggie walked into the kitchen and looked back and forth between the two of them. "Good morning. What are you two up to?"
"Jenny was just praising my coffee brewing skills," Tim quipped.
"Yeah, right. I'm sure that's all you've discussed," she said as she winked at Jenny.
Jenny smiled and shrugged. "I'm a little nervous about going to get my stuff today. I don't want any trouble."
"I'll behave myself. I promise," Tim said. "We'll be in and out in no time."
"Mick can be a bit of an ass," you know.
"Well, he was the one that threw you out, right? What do you have there besides clothes?"
"Not much really. He can have all of the household shit. I don't want any of it."
"This should be easy then. I'll whip up some eggs, and we'll go right over."
Jenny nodded with a sad smile. "Okay. I'll make the eggs though. It's time to start earning my keep. If I'm living here, I don't get to behave like a guest."
Tim held up his hands and backed away from the stove. "Fair enough. I'll go up and shower while you cook."
An hour later, they were in the car and headed over to Mick's house. When they arrived, Mick let them in with an irritated look on his face.
"Get this over with quickly. I'm in a hurry," he said with a sneer.
"Where's my stuff?" Jenny asked.
"In the closet," Mick snapped. "I wasn't going to pack shit for you. Go on upstairs and get it yourself," he said with a nasty grin.
The three of them went up the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom. Jenny went in first and let out a yell when she saw a young redheaded woman lying naked on the bed, half tangled in the sheets. The woman shot up and pulled the sheets around her.
"What the fuck! Who the hell are you?" she screamed.
Jenny paused, seemingly in shock. Maggie stepped around her and walked to the closet. "No one you need to be concerned with. We're just getting some stuff out of the closet here."
"I don't understand," the redhead said.
"Oh. Mr. Charming didn't tell you he'd broken up with his fiancé last night? He wasted no time moving on, did he?"
The woman nodded her head no, suddenly feeling quite used and stupid. "Could you step out for a moment? I'd like to put my clothes on."
The three of them stepped out into the hallway and closed the door. Jenny was trying to inconspicuously wipe the tears from her eyes. Maggie put an arm around her to comfort her. Tim took deep breaths and contained himself. At that point, it would have taken little for him to go downstairs and slap the shit out of Mick.
A few moments later, the redhead exited the bedroom and walked down the stairs. "I'm sorry," was all she said as she went past them. Once downstairs, she screamed at Mick on the way out the door.
"You're a fucking asshole, Mick."
"Thank you. Have a nice day," he called after her.
Jenny shook her head and rolled her eyes before walking back into the bedroom. Within a half hour, they'd removed everything that belonged to her and were headed back to Maggie and Tim's house.
Jenny was quiet on the car ride back to the house. She sat in the back seat and looked out the window, watching but not really seeing anything. They pulled into the driveway and exited the car. Maggie put an arm around her and guided her inside the house. They all settled in the living room. Maggie glanced at the clock and saw that it was still late morning. Too early to break out the wine, she thought.
"Would anyone like some coffee or iced tea?" she asked.
"Iced tea would be great," Tim replied. "Jenn?"
Jenny shrugged and nodded. "Sure. Why not?" she said with a sigh.
Tim was about to offer to get the tea, but Maggie turned and left the room before he'd had the opportunity. Unsure what to do, he sat down next to Jenny on the couch and put a hand gently on her back.
"I can't believe I meant that little to him," she said with a small sob.
Tim thought it best not to mention that she'd had an interlude of her own the previous evening. "You know, Jenn. No one means anything to someone like him, except himself. He's a self-centered prick. You know that."
"I do, but really? He picks up the first bimbo he can find?"
"He knew we'd be over there this morning. Do you really think he didn't think this through? He wanted to shock and hurt you, and he tossed that poor girl under the bus in the process. I know it sucks to hear, but you are so much better to have gotten out now than to be stuck with someone like that for even a day longer."
Maggie carried the glasses into the living room, handing one to each of them. Jenny took a sip before placing the glass on a coaster sitting on the coffee table.
"You're right. I know you're right, and like I said, I'm actually relieved. I'm just mad and upset with myself. How did I think so little of myself to become involved with such an asshole?"
"I don't know Jenny," Tim said. "Ask her," he said as he pointed to Maggie. "Look what she got herself stuck with."
"Good point," Maggie responded with a wicked grin.
"I'm being serious. I need to do a bit of soul searching. That woman is not who I am."
"We both agree with that," Maggie replied. "That isn't the Jenny I know. You have a fresh start now."
Jenny smiled and took a sip of her tea. "You guys are the best." She paused for a few moments before speaking again. "I really appreciate you taking me in like this. Are you sure you want to do this? I feel like I'll always be in the way. Like today. It's Saturday, and instead of doing something fun, you're sitting around with me."
"Please don't be silly, Jenn," Maggie said. "We have busy lives, and so do you. We'll do stuff together, we'll do stuff apart. You're worrying entirely too much about this."
"I swear. I'll cook and clean and shop and whatever. Whatever you need me to do. Okay?"
"Just do what feels right to you, Jenn. You're a friend, not the hired help."
Jenny nodded and smiled. "I really love you guys, you know that?"
"We love you too," Maggie responded.
Tim stood and stretched. "By the way, did Maggie mention naked Sundays to you? Everyone in the house needs to be naked on Sundays."
"Oh really? She seems to have left that part out," Jenny said with a roll of her eyes.
"Get used to it Jenn," Maggie chimed in. "Shit like that is pretty much non-stop with this one."
Tim let out an exaggerated fake sigh. "I'm going to head over to the gym for a while. If I want abuse, I might as well make it worthwhile."
Tim headed out the door and left the women sitting in silence. After a minute, Jenny looked over at Maggie.
"Should we talk about last night?"
Maggie shrugged. "I felt like maybe you needed a little something. Not that I didn't enjoy myself," she said with a grin.
"Mag...I don't want to mess things up with you two. I...I don't expect to become a part of your sex life. I mean...I loved it and all. I just don't expect..."
"Don't worry, Jenny. Things will be whatever they'll be. Maybe it will happen again, maybe it won't. We had a moment. I'm not sorry, and I'm not going to worry about it."
"Okay. I just thought I should say something."
"And you did. Now. What would you like to do? Shopping? Movie? Just veg out?"
"I think maybe I'd just like to go back upstairs and take a nap. I may need a few days to get back on my feet again."
"Oh, of course, Jenny. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to push you, and I'm certainly not trying to minimize what you're feeling. Go on upstairs. I've got some work stuff to do anyway."
Jenny got up and gave Maggie a hug, then left the room. Maggie sat and finished her tea before she headed into the study to boot up her computer and go through her email.
Over the next several weeks, the three of them developed a routine. Life often flows in patterns, and the addition of Jenny to the household changed things around a bit. Neither Maggie nor Tim minded the changes. They appreciated Jenny's company, and the relationships between them deepened.
There had not been a repeat performance of the activities of the first night. As the days went by, Jenny realized that she didn't miss Mick in the least. What she did miss, though, was the sex. Those feelings were exacerbated by the frequent sounds of the lovemaking taking place between Maggie and Tim down the hall from her bedroom. Even with the doors closed, the sounds found their way to her perceptive ears. Many evenings, Jenny would lie alone in bed and masturbate as she listened to her friends fucking. She'd never realized how vocal Maggie was, and she tried to imagine what Tim was doing to elicit such sounds from her friend.
The weeks stretched to months, and Jenny had developed a series of fantasies around what was going on in that room. Over time, she had spun herself into those fantasies. She never discussed them with Maggie and Tim. She was serious that she didn't want to interfere with their marriage. Raising the topic was out of the question in her mind.
On a Saturday morning about six months after Jenny moved in, the women left to drop Jenny's car at the garage for service. When they arrived back at the house, Tim had left on his normal visit to the gym. Jenny went upstairs to study, and Maggie left the house to do some shopping. At some point, Jenny had dozed off into a deep slumber. When she awoke, she got up and went downstairs for something to drink. She thought she was alone, but as she walked by the study door she'd nearly shrieked. Tim was in there, sitting in front of the computer. His shorts were pulled off, and he had some sort of text up on the screen. She was only vaguely aware of that, as her eyes focused elsewhere. Tim was fully erect and was slowly stroking his stiff cock as he read what was on the screen. Jenny stood there and silently watched as Tim gradually picked up the pace. She knew she should leave but couldn't bring herself to do it. Finally, Tim groaned and the first stream of semen erupted from his cock and up toward the keyboard and screen. Several more jets shot out before Jenny quietly moved away from the door and crept back up the stairs.
She waited about fifteen minutes before she noisily made her way back downstairs and into the kitchen. Tim was startled by her presence, and wondered when she'd gotten home.
"I thought you were at the car place," he said.
"I was, but Maggie dropped me back here. I was studying and fell asleep."
Tim nodded. "You're as quiet as a mouse," he said with a smile.
Jenny could feel herself blush, so she turned away toward the fridge. "Would you like something to drink," Tim?"
"No, I'm good. I'm going to go up and take a shower," he said as he rose from the table.
Jenny nodded and poured herself a glass of iced water. She was trembling and needy and wondered like hell about what Tim's cock would feel like inside her. She shook her head no. She needed to stop. If she couldn't control herself, she was going to have to find a new place to live.
Later that evening, Tim had gone to a hockey game with a couple of his friends. Maggie and Jenny had a light dinner and were sitting around sipping wine. Jenny was feeling no pain, and Maggie wasn't far behind her.
"So is there anything happening on the man front?" Maggie asked.
Jenny gave a little shrug. "Nothing. Not that I've been looking all that much. I've been busy as hell with school."
"A girl needs some recreation too, Jenn. I can't go very long without a little loving myself."
"I know," Jenny blurted out. She blushed bright red. "I'm sorry. I think the wine let my mouth get out ahead of my brain."
Maggie let out a laugh. "Too late now. What do you mean, you know?"
Jenny sighed deeply. "Never mind. Really."
"No, no, no. You are NOT going to do that. Tell me. How do you know?"
"Well," Jenny said slowly. "You aren't exactly the quietest couple of people when you have sex."
Maggie put a hand to her mouth and giggled. "I'm sorry, Jenn. We try, you know. It's just not a really big house."
"You have no reason to be sorry. I'm the guest here. I don't want you changing your life on account of me."
Maggie nodded and smiled. "Can I ask you something?"
Jenny paused for a moment. "Uh oh. Okay. Go ahead."
"Tim told me that he...well...he was taking care of himself this morning, and had a feeling that maybe you'd stumbled into the middle of that somehow."
Jenny went bright red with embarrassment. "Shit. I...I didn't mean to. I was walking by, and he had the door open and...and...fuck. I may have stood there for a minute or so."
Maggie let out a huge grin. "Well? Did you like what you saw?"
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"Maggie!"
"Jenny. It's okay. I want to know."
Jenny frowned and sagged in her seat. "I can't stop thinking about it, okay? It was just about the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"He's got a nice cock, doesn't he?" Maggie asked.
"Maggie! You're crazy!"
The women sat quietly for a few minutes. Jenny finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Maggie. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have stood there. I shouldn't have. I can leave if you want me to."
Maggie sat in silence, looking at her friend.
"Please, Maggie. Say something. Please."
"I'm thinking, Jenn."
Jenny appeared ready to burst into tears just as Maggie was prepared to speak.
"How would you like to have sex with my husband?" Maggie asked.
Jenny looked as if Maggie had smacked her across the face. "Wh...what?"
"You heard me. How would you like to have sex with Tim?"
"I...I...Come on Maggie. I'm not his type. Why would he even think about having sex with me?"
"That's where you're wrong, Jenny. He lusts after you. Big time. And you didn't answer my question."
"Thanks for that vote of confidence, Mag. But really. I'm not exactly supermodel material."
"All I can tell you is that he thinks you're crazy hot. Seriously."
Jenny looked at her friend with an expression of disbelief. "He told you this?"
Maggie sighed. "The other night, we were lying in bed and I was stroking his cock. I kind of broached the subject of the two of you having sex."
"You what?"
"That's right. I've been thinking about it. I've also been thinking about the three of us together, but that's a different discussion."
"Jesus, Maggie. If you fuck up your marriage because of me..."
"Hush. Anyway, once Tim realized I was serious, he got quite excited. Ridiculously excited. So excited, he went off like an eighteen year old in a whorehouse."
"I don't know what to say. I mean...Maggie...you're so beautiful and sexy. You could be a model. I...I'm fat."
"You're a beautiful woman, Jenny. I don't know why you can't see that, but I can and so does Tim. I'm serious. He has always thought so. He always teases me that if I dump him, he is making a play for you."
"Jesus. I'm a kind of in shock here. And I'm scared."
"So? What's it going to be?"
"Oh my God. You really are serious, aren't you? Are you really sure?"
"Hell yes. I'm sure. We're sure. It will be hot watching my husband in action."
Jenny took a big gulp of her wine and nodded. "Okay. I'd fucking love to."
Maggie smiled and clapped her hands. "Okay. First time...just the two of you. I don't want to get in the way."
"Get in the way? He's your husband, Maggie."
"Yes. I don't want you worried or distracted. I just want you to enjoy yourself."
"Ummm...so when do we do this?" Jenny asked, suddenly quite anxious to get started. She needed fucking more than she'd realized.
"He'll be back from the game around ten tonight, Jenny."
"Tonight? Maggie? Tonight?" Jenny was both scared and excited by the prospect.
"Yup. Let's go upstairs and pick out something hot for you to wear."
Tim pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. He was in a good mood after watching his team skate to a lopsided victory over their division rivals. Once out of the car, he went over to the side of the house, grabbed the garbage can, and carried it to the curb. He walked back up the driveway and over to the front door. The door opened when he reached for the knob, and Maggie was standing before him with a huge grin on her face.
"You look happy," he said to her. "Did you win the lottery or something?"
"Me? Not me. But you did," she said with a laugh.
Tim gave her a look of mock disbelief. "So...what's going on?"
Maggie took him by the hand and led him into the den. "Remember our discussion about Jenny the other night?"
"Discussion?"
Maggie rolled her eyes at him. "Yes. The discussion? The one where we talked about the two of you having sex?"
"Oh. THAT discussion. I have a vague recollection of that now."
"Right. Vague recollection. Jenny and I talked about it this evening."
"You did?" asked Tim with interest. "How did that go?"
"There is a very nervous, very excited, very scantily clad woman sitting up in her bedroom right now. Waiting for you, Tim."
Maggie watched as the look on Tim's face changed from amusement to lust in an instant. He stood there wordlessly for almost a minute as he gathered his thoughts. He reached out and took Maggie's hand in his.
"Maggie...are you really sure about this? It...it kind of changes everything."
"We've talked it all out already, Tim. Not all changes are bad. Some are very, very good. This one will be the good kind."
"Wow. I wasn't expecting this tonight."
"No time like the present, Tim. Come on now. She must know you're home. Don't keep her waiting. It's mean, and she'll be thinking you don't want to do this."
Tim took in a huge breath. "Okay, Mag. Let's go."
Maggie took a step back from Tim. "Not me. You. I'm staying down here. I'll head up to our bedroom later."
"You aren't joining us?"
"No. This time I want just the two of you together. I think your focus should be on each other. I'll just be a distraction."
"But..."
"Trust me. I know how Jenny thinks. Please. Go have fun. I'll...I'll think about what you're up to and take care of things down here. I brought a toy or two down to entertain me. You stay in there with her tonight. We can all talk in the morning."
Tim shrugged and leaned over, kissing Maggie deeply. "I love you, Maggie."
"I love you too, Tim. Now...go fuck my best friend's brains out," she said with a hearty laugh.
Tim left the room and headed for the stairs. Once on the top landing, he turned to the right and walked down the hall to Jenny's room. He knocked lightly on the door before reaching down and turning the knob, pushing the door inward. Jenny was lying on the bed holding a book in her hand. She was wearing a satin black corset like bustier which prominently displayed her incredible cleavage. The bottom of the bustier hugged her hips and met her black panties. On her legs she wore dark black stay up stockings with little black satin bows at the top.
Tim locked eyes with Jenny as she lay there. The women had obviously spent a lot of time getting her ready. Her blue eyes stood out like beacons, the makeup around her eyes accentuating them dramatically. Jenny had a little smile on her face as she lay there watching Tim taking her in. She let out a nervous laugh.
"I feel so silly, Tim. It's like prom night."
"I think this will be a little different than your prom," Tim replied with an wicked grin. "You couldn't be more beautiful," Jenn. "You're stunning."
Jenny waved him off. "Oh, Tim. Maggie told me you're a sweet talker. I...Thank you. That's very kind of you to say."
Tim walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached his hand out and turned Jenny's face up toward his, again locking eyes with her. "It isn't just something I'm saying, Jenn. I mean it. You are absolutely drop dead gorgeous."
Jenn tried to look away, but Tim didn't allow it. She felt both a little shock and a little panic, because she could see in his eyes the truth in his words. She didn't know how to handle that, because she had never before experienced it.
Tim leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. He felt her body tense up as he kissed her.
"It's okay, Jenn. Relax. Forget I'm Maggie's husband. Tonight, I'm just a man. it's just you and I. No one else."
He leaned forward and kissed her again, parting her lips with his tongue this time. Something flipped inside Jenny and she let out a small moan and let him kiss her more deeply. Another moan and she was responding, kissing him back. Her heart was pounding and she could hear the rush ringing in her ears. Tim took his time, giving them a chance to become acquainted in a new way and allowing the excitement to build between them.
Little by little, Tim's hands began to roam around Jenny's body. She reciprocated, touching his chest, his shoulders, his back. He felt wonderful under her fingers. She wanted more. She pulled away from him for a moment and looked into his lust filled eyes.
"Can we turn off the light and get undressed?" she shyly asked.
"We can get undressed, but we're leaving the lights on, Jenny. You look far too beautiful for me to waste on the dark."
Jenny's face fell into a small frown. She looked nice now, she thought. Her body was half hidden. Once naked, all of the things she wanted to hide would be visible.
"It's just...I...I don't look like Maggie does without clothes on, Tim. I'm a little self-conscious is all."
"Please just trust me, Jenny. I've dreamed of seeing you like this for a long time. You can't deny me now."
"You've what? Oh please, Tim," Jenny giggled.
"Don't laugh. I was enthralled by you since the first time I'd ever met you. I think you are pretty much the most beautiful woman I've ever known."
Jenny was watching his face as he spoke. "Jesus, Tim. Either you're the world's best liar...or...you really mean what you're saying."
"Trust me. I mean every word, Jenny."
She looked up into his eyes and took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay. Okay. I'll pretend that I believe you, but only because I need to get laid," she said with a smirk.
"Good," replied Tim as he stood. "You're already half naked. I'll get undressed so you don't feel like you're the only one, then I'll get the rest of your clothes off one piece at a time."
Jenny pushed a moment of panic caused by that thought right out of her mind. As she watched Tim slowly disrobe, her mind shifted to other thoughts on its own. When he freed his stiff cock from his briefs, her mind became focused on only one thing...she needed that cock inside her.
Jenny sat up on the bed and reached for Tim's already throbbing cock. She had a mental plan without so much as thinking about it. She'd suck him for a short while, then get on her hands and knees and ask him to fuck her. It was pretty much what she'd always done when she had sex. No man had cared much about her pleasure, and some were downright cruel to her. She'd become accustomed to Mick making nasty comments about her body. She responded by learning to get him off as quickly as possible so she could cover herself up and avoid further abuse. While she didn't expect Tim to behave in such a manner, it still remained in the back of her mind.
She slowly stroked his cock, bending forward so her face was only inches away from it. She loved the way it looked, and marveled at how wonderful it felt in her hand. The head was glistening with pre-cum, and Jenny wanted...no...needed to taste it. She leaned forward and touched her tongue to him, swirling it around the head and taking in the slick fluid. She pulled back briefly and let out a small moan.
Just as she was about to take him into her mouth, Tim put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her away. She looked up at him with alarm, and she felt her stomach drop. He doesn't want me, she thought to herself.
"Wha...what's wrong, Tim?"
"There isn't a thing wrong at all, Jenny. We'll get to this part in due time. Right now, I want to spend some time getting to know your body."
Jenny looked up at him, half in shock and half in fear. She realized this was going to be a very different experience than she was accustomed to, and she wasn't sure if she could handle it. Tim moved back onto the bed and gently shoved her onto her back. He lay beside her and turned her face toward his, kissing her deeply.
The kissing she liked, and it relaxed her. They necked like that for quite some time, like teenagers in the back of a car at the drive-in. Tim finally started to kiss his way down Jenny's face to her neck. She turned her head aside, baring her neck to him as he nipped and nibbled, kissed and licked her. Her tummy did little flip flops from the attention she was receiving.
Moments later, Tim was nibbling his way further down. Jenny moaned and gasped as his fingers toyed with the hooks on the front of the bustier. He undid enough of the hooks to unleash her tits. They were huge; very full and plump. Ripe, Tim would have said if his mouth hadn't been covering one of her large, tan colored nipples. The bud was like a hard pebble. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked at it with his tongue. Jenny was squirming on the bed with pleasure, and she gasped when he bit that pebble just hard enough to hurt.
As he toyed with her, Tim continued to undo more of the hooks on the bustier until they were all undone. He abandoned her breasts and slowly kissed his way down her tummy. Jenny tried to cover herself but he pushed her hands away. Instead, the blushing woman covered her eyes, as if not seeing him kissing her chubby tummy would ensure that it wasn't happening.
"God, you are one hell of a sexy woman, Jenn."
She looked down at him with an incredulous look. "You're nuts, Tim."
He smiled and kissed her belly some more. She watched him, feeling less frantic with each kiss he placed on her soft, yielding flesh. She was filled with an array of conflicting emotions as she lay there. The look on Tim's face was one of pure lust and desire. No man had ever looked at her body the way he was now, and it nearly made her brain short circuit. When he reached the waist band of her panties, she decided she'd stop fussing and just go with it. Her pussy was throbbing, soaked, and in desperate need of attention.
Tim got to his knees and grabbed the top of each side of her panties. She thrust her hips up off the bed so he could slide them down off of her. Once clear, she put her ass back on the bed and raised her legs up. Tim slid the panties up her legs and off. He knelt before her and brought them to his nose as she watched. He took in a deep breath, smelling her scent.
"You smell incredible, Jenn," he said with a nasty grin. "Now I want to see how you taste."
He gently pushed her thighs apart and sat back on his haunches for a moment, taking her in. Reaching the fingers of his right hand out, he brushed them against the neatly trimmed blonde hair on her pussy, causing her to jump in response.
"Fuck. That is one beautiful pussy, Jenn. There's nothing like a natural blonde. Nothing."
"Oh, Jesus, Tim. You're not going to be content unless you kill me, are you?"
Tim bent over and kissed the inside of Jenny's right thigh. She gasped and squirmed, and mewled when he bit her. She tried to twist her body enough to get his mouth on her cunt, but he held her at bay. He nipped and kissed her thighs some more before nuzzling her pussy with his nose. Jenny could no longer keep still nor keep quiet. Tim was intentionally teasing her. She was nearly frantic with need. Finally, she said the words that he'd been waiting for.
"Please, Tim. Please. No more teasing. I need some relief. Please," she begged.
Tim smiled for a moment, then covered her drenched cunt with his mouth. She tasted tangy and sweet as he delved into the soft folds of her pussy with his tongue. Jenny put a hand onto the back of his head and grabbed him by the hair as she thrust her hips up into him. She no longer had control of her body; it was in charge, and she was just along for the ride. Tim moved his tongue up to her clit and started to lap at it rhythmically.
Jenny was in such an aroused state that her first orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. A feral cry emanated from her as she shook and squirmed with the pleasure of release. Tim had made her come in a matter of a few short minutes, and that knowledge nearly made her come a second time. He gently kissed her pussy as she slowly calmed down. Reluctantly, Tim moved up on the bed and lay half on top of her, face to face. Jenny kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue.
"Oh, Tim. That...that was fucking incredible. No wonder I hear Maggie screaming every night," she said with a laugh.
"We're just getting started, Jenn. I'm just getting warmed up."
Jenny could feel Tim's stiff cock pressed up against her leg. She wanted him inside her, but Tim continued to frustrate her by lying there and petting her body. She could feel his desire for her in his fingertips, and it made her hungrier for his fucking.
"I love the feel of you against me, Jenn. You feel incredible. You look incredible...better than I had ever imagined."
"I'm fairly certain," Jenny said with a smile, "that you'll be getting laid even without the sweet talk, Tim. More than certain."
Tim shifted his body on top of Jenny and started to kiss her again. She loved the feeling of his weight on top of her. He felt heavy and solid and manly, and she felt very female in comparison. She ran her hands all over him as they kissed and nibbled at each other. The need she felt was nearly unbearable, causing her to writhe and squirm beneath him. Jenn broke her mouth free from Tim's for a moment.
"Tim...please. I really need you to fuck me. Really. You're killing me here."
Tim gave her a satisfied smile. "I was waiting for you to ask, Jenny. Should I wait until you beg?"
"I'm already begging, you bastard. Please. Fuck me already."
Tim moved onto his knees between her legs. He reached over her and grabbed two pillows, positioning them under her ass and tilting her pelvis up so that her pussy was completely exposed to him. She lay there watching as he grabbed his stiff cock and rubbed it up and down over her swollen cunt. Jenny moaned with need and pleasure as he teased her.
"Mmmm. I can feel the heat of your cock on me, Tim. God...you're driving me crazy."
Tim smiled and maneuvered his cock to the entrance of her opening. He locked eyes with Jenny as he slowly moved forward, filling her one inch at a time. Jenny moaned and gasped as she felt herself fill up with his stiff rod. Tim waited a few moments once he was fully inside her, letting her adjust to him. He looked down at her full, lush body, and beautiful face.
"I feel like I've died and gone to heaven, Jenn. I've never in my life seen a more beautiful sight than you lying here beneath me."
Jenny licked her lips and grunted. She didn't want to talk. She wanted...needed...to fuck. Tim leaned back on top of her, and slowly started to move back and forth within her. He resumed kissing Jenny as he thrust into her. Jenny thrust back hard, wanting to feel Tim inside her as deeply as she could. She was beyond the point of thought. Nature took over, and Jenny's body was running on wild instinct. Her cunt was clenching Tim's cock tightly, attempting to milk him and give her body what it craved.
Tim was beyond excited and wanted to slow down. His plan was to take his time and give Jenny a good, long fucking. His cock, however, was being uncooperative. He was getting very close to exploding. He stopped moving and pulled his mouth away from Jenny.
"I'm too close. Stop for a minute, Jenn."
"Fuck that," Jenny growled as she continued to thrust against him. "We have all night. Give it to me, Tim."
He grinned and slammed into her, picking up the pace. Moments later, Jenny could hear the change in his breathing just before he grunted and gave a long, deep thrust inside her. He came in spasms as Jenny clawed at his back and ass. She was meowing like a cat in heat, still bucking up against him, wanting to make sure she'd taken every drop he had to give.
Jenny clung to Tim as he lay panting on top of her. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts and feelings as the cock of her best friend's husband slowly subsided within her. Tim grunted and moved, lying beside her and gently stroking her body with his hand. He propped his head up with one arm as he gazed down into her eyes touched her. Jenny bit her lip and smiled at him.
"I'm sorry, Jenn. I know that was quick, but...you're so sexy and beautiful...I just couldn't control myself."
Jenny felt herself blush with his words. "Are you kidding me, Tim? I have never in my life felt like I was good enough for a man in any way. Do you have any idea what those words mean to me? How they make me feel?"
"I'm telling you the truth, Jenny. You are...fuck. You're stunning."
"I believe you feel that way, Tim. That's why the words mean so much to me."
Tim reached down and kissed Jenny deeply. His hand moved down her body and found her pussy, causing her to moan into his mouth. He could feel his cum oozing out of her as he gently ran his fingers up and down her lips.
"I guess it's a little late to ask if you're on the pill or anything, huh?"
Jenny giggled heartily. "You think? Yes, Tim. I'm still on the pill. Wishful thinking, I guess."
Tim nodded. He wet his fingers with the fluids oozing out of her cunt and brought them up to her clit. Jenny bit her lip and stared into his eyes as he drew circles on and around her button. She reached around his head and pulled him down into a kiss, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it. She moved her hips as his fingers worked on her. It didn't take long before she bucked and moaned as she was overcome by an orgasm. Tim didn't stop until she pushed his hand away, too sensitive for him to continue.
Once she had taken a few moments to recover, Jenny sat up in bed next to him. She looked down at his naked body, taking every inch of him in.
"Maggie is one lucky woman," she throatily whispered. "Lay back and enjoy, Tim. My turn to play."
Jenny moved down on the bed and lay next to Tim with her head on his abdomen. She grabbed his cock and slowly fondled and stroked it, smiling as it rapidly grew in her hand. Once it was fully erect, she reached her tongue out and flicked it over the thick head. She gently squeezed the glans, smiling as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of him. She leaned over and swirled her tongue over him, moaning over the taste of him.
Jenny looked up at him with lust in her eyes, then focused her attention back onto his cock. She covered the head with her mouth and moved up and down on him, her hand below stroking him in a corkscrew motion. She felt Tim pull her hair aside so he could watch her, and she shifted a little to give him a better view.
Tim watched the beautiful Jenny feed on his cock. He decided she was even more beautiful with lust written all over her face. Lust is what Jenny felt as she took her time pleasing Tim. Never before had she wanted to give pleasure to a man the way she wanted to right now. Jenny controlled the pace, wanting to prolong Tim's pleasure for as long as she could. When her jaw and tongue tired, she pulled back and continued to slowly stroke him. She could sense his need to come growing. She smiled up at him and looked him in the eyes.
"Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to give Jenny what she needs?" she asked with a throaty growl.
Her own words shocked her and made her blush, but she didn't care. Tim nodded and grunted at her. She took him fully into her mouth and moved her head up and down, taking long, deep strokes, his cock hitting the back of her throat each time. Jenny picked up the pace and listened to the sounds Tim made as she worked on him. His cock seemed to momentarily swell in her mouth, and a moment later Tim thrust his hips upward and grunted as his orgasm hit. Jenny continued to suck his cock as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He tasted wonderful, she thought, but she didn't hold his cum in her mouth for long. She greedily swallowed each drop as if it were lifesaving fluid.
Jenny didn't stop until she had taken everything Tim had to give. Once she let go of his cock, she crawled up the bed and curled up next to him. She reached over and bit his earlobe.
"Fuck, did I enjoy that. That's one hell of a cock you have there, Tim. If I was Maggie, I'd be raving about it constantly."
"Jesus," laughed Tim. "I think it's been too long since you've had sex, Jenn. You're delusional."
"It has been too long, but I'm not at all delusional. You're...you're perfect Tim. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure, Jenny. I assure you," Tim said with a chuckle.
The pair spent another hour kissing, fondling and fucking before they finally passed out in a tangle of arms and legs. When Tim awoke in the morning, Jenny was lying next to him with a smile on her face.
"Hi, sleepy. I think I wore you out."
Tim smiled and winked. "Me? That isn't possible. I'm like the iron man of sex."
"Is that so?" asked Jenny and she got onto her hands and knees. "Do you think maybe you can fuck me once more before breakfast?"
Tim got up and smacked her ass gently as he moved in behind her. "I was hoping like hell you'd be thinking this way," he exclaimed as he rubbed his already stiff cock on her slit. A moment later he was inside her. He gave her a good, long, hard fucking, and they collapsed in a heap on the bed after he'd come deep inside her again.
"I love the feeling of your body on top of mine," Jenny purred.
"It feels pretty damned good from up here too," Tim replied as he nuzzled her ear.
Jenny looked over her shoulder at him and took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. "I could lay around naked with you all day Tim, but I think maybe it's time for you to go say good morning to your wife."
Tim gave her a soft kiss and rolled off of her, looking down and taking her in before standing and moving toward the door. Jenny watched his ass as he walked. "Tim?" she called out.
Tim turned toward her, taking her in once more before leaving the room. He gave her a questioning look.
"Thank you. Thank you for everything."
"Thank YOU, Jenny," he said with a wink as he looked over her body again. "That was one hell of a night."
Jenny blushed, wanting to cover herself with the sheet, suddenly self-aware of her nudity. Tim left the room before she could move. She fluffed up the pillows and settled onto her back, moaning and stretching. She felt alive.
Tim could smell the aroma of bacon as he walked down the hall to the master bedroom. He pulled on some underwear, a pair of sweatpants, and a t-shirt before going into the bathroom to brush his teeth. A few minutes later, he walked downstairs and found Maggie in the kitchen, sitting at the table sipping on a mug of coffee. He came up behind her and leaned over, wrapping her in his arms and kissing the side of her neck.
"Mmmm. Hi, lover boy. I take it everything went well?"
Tim nodded. "I'd say so. How are you, honey? Were you okay?"
"I'm just fine...really. Honestly, it was quite a turn on knowing you were up there fucking Jenny. I...I lost count of how many times I came. I'm still fucking horny to tell you the truth."
"Is that so?" Tim asked. "Perhaps we should head upstairs?"
"Jesus, Tim. Didn't you get laid already this morning?"
"You heard us?"
"I didn't have to. I know you. As for Jenny...after spending a night with you...if you did what you usually do, I figured she'd be looking for a wakeup call."
Tim smiled. "Yeah. Well...I'm game if you are."
"Later, honey. Have some breakfast and go to the gym. I want to talk to Jenny for a while."
"Sure, love. You want some eggs?"
"No thanks. I already ate. I'm going to go up and take a quick shower," she said as she got up from the table and left the room.
Tim whipped up his breakfast and ate quickly, downing a few cups of coffee as he ate. He went upstairs, kissed Maggie goodbye, and headed out the door for the gym.
Maggie was back downstairs when Jenny finally came down into the kitchen. Maggie was standing by the counter reading some junk mail when Jenny walked in and came over to her. Maggie tossed the paper onto the counter and the women embraced, holding each other tightly.
"Thank you so, so much Maggie. I didn't realize how much I needed that."
Jenny stood back and looked at her friend. "So? How did it go?"
"Oh my God, Maggie. That man of yours is a gem. I don't have to tell you how good it was. You already know."
"He can fuck. I'll give him that."
"It was so much more than that. It...it was how he made me feel. Made me feel about myself. You'd think I was the most beautiful woman in the world, Maggie. No man has ever made me feel like he did."
"Jenny...you ARE beautiful. I wish you could see it."
"You two are starting to convince me. Whew. My body is still racing."
Maggie smiled and hugged her friend again. "I'm so happy you had a good night."
"How about you," Jenny asked. "How were you down here? I was worried about you."
"I played around and puttered. I was good, Jenny. I promise."
"Good. I...I don't want anything to come between us. I mean...your husband is a wonderful man. I see how you fell in love with him," she blurted out without thinking. Jenny blushed as her words hung in the air.
Maggie smiled and touched a hand to Jenny's cheek. "It's okay, honey. He loves you a little too. He always has."
Jenny shrugged and gave an embarrassed smile. "I don't know how I can ever thank you, Maggie. That you let Tim do this for me...I..."
"I have an idea how you can try," Maggie said as she took Jenny by the hand. "Let's go upstairs and you can show me some of what he did to you. Unless you're too sore for that."
"I'm sore, Maggie. But not that sore."
Late that evening, Maggie was curled up on Tim's chest after an hour plus of lovemaking. She turned her head up to look at him.
"You have quite a fan in Jenny, Tim."
"Oh? What did she say?"
"She's walking around like a starry eyed teenager. I think she's in love."
Tim chuckled. "Well, what can I say," he quipped as he puffed up his chest.
"Oh, please. The poor girl hadn't been laid in six months. Don't go getting all full of yourself, there buster."
Tim made a face and stuck his tongue out at her.
"I'm surprised you can still do that after the day you've had," Maggie joked. She reached her hand up and turned Tim's face toward hers. "Honey...Jenny and I had a little time to ourselves today too."
Tim grinned. "I kind of figured that."
"Well...I was thinking...what if we...you know...what if we become a threesome."
Tim looked down at her. "What do you mean...become a threesome?"
"She isn't attached. She's living with us, and we all adore each other. It would be kind of a shame to not take advantage of that, don't you think?"
"Are you sure you know what you're doing, Mag?"
Maggie shrugged. "Does anyone ever really know what the hell they're doing? I'd like to give it a try if you're game."
"Did you ask Jenny about it?"
"No. I'd never do that without speaking to you first. But truthfully? I don't think we'd have to ask her twice."
Maggie reached down to give Tim's cock a squeeze, finding him rock hard. She smiled and let out a little laugh. "I bet I can figure out your answer, honey."
"Let's do it, Maggie. I'll do it. Just for you, baby."
"Yeah right. Just for me," Maggie mumbled as she kissed her way down his abdomen to his cock. She took him into her mouth, and despite the day that he'd already had, it didn't take Tim long to come one last time.
They were all looking at a busy week ahead. Maggie and Tim decided they would broach the subject with Jenny when Friday evening rolled around. Tim thought things might be a little awkward between Jenny and him, but he was wrong. Their daily routines remained the same as they'd been for the previous several months. Of course, that didn't mean that all three of them weren't thinking about the events of the prior weekend. Maggie and Tim fucked like bunnies all week, and Jenny nearly wore out her vibrator as she relived Saturday evening in her mind each night.
Tim stopped at the butcher on his way home Friday, picking up some marinated porterhouse steaks. On a whim, he popped into the fish market next to the butcher and purchased some jumbo shrimp. He was planning on grilling a nice dinner and relaxing with some wine and a pair of beautiful women. At least, he hoped he'd be doing that.
When he arrived home, Jenny was in the kitchen fussing with some potatoes. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hi Tim. Did you get the steak?"
"I did. Their special marinated porterhouse. I picked up some shrimp too."
"Yum. I'm making your favorite twice baked potatoes. Maggie is on salad, but I think she's slacking off," Jenny said with a wink.
Tim feigned a deep sigh. "You women are so hard to keep in line," he said with a grin.
"Yeah, right. You can hardly keep yourself in line, Tim."
Tim was watching Jenny work. She had her hair up, with a few stray hairs hanging down. She looked radiant, and Tim was transfixed as he stood there watching her. She glanced up and saw the expression on his face, which made her blush and give him a shy smile.
"Boy, you must really like these potatoes," she said. "It's as if they put you in a trance."
"Oh, right. Sure. The potatoes. That must be what's drawn my eye."
Jenny rolled her eyes at him, while her pussy tingled from his attention. She'd been hoping for a repeat performance, but neither Maggie nor Tim had broached the subject. She figured it was probably a one-time thing. A girl could dream, though, she thought.
She finished putting the last of the potato mix into the skins, placing them on a baking sheet. "Why don't you give me the shrimp? I make a mean lime marinade that is perfect for grilling them."
Tim handed her the bag of shrimp, then turned his attention to the steak. He loved the marinade the butcher used, but he liked to add a bit of his own seasoning to it. He walked up behind Jenny, who was still standing at the counter. He opened a cabinet door above her and reached up and around her to get out a platter. He was pressed up against her as he reached. Jenny was acutely aware of his body pressed against hers. She was also aware that it was quite intentional, and that his stiff cock was pressed against her ass. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and had an intense desire to have his lips there as well.
It thrilled her and scared her at the same time. The last thing she wanted was to create problems in Tim and Maggie's marriage. Her body, however, knew no such thing, nor did it care. Her body felt him against it, and wanted more. Tim only lingered there for a moment before moving away. Jenny felt a sense of relief, but also frustration. She thought about how nice it would have felt if he had leaned over and left a trail of soft kisses on her neck.
She struggled to push those thoughts away as Tim seasoned the steak. Once he'd finished, he put the platter into the fridge. Jenny was nervously making a marinade for the shrimp. He noticed that her hands were shaking a little.
"It's okay, Jen. Relax. I'll behave."
Jenny looked at Tim and took a deep breath. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? You know I've been thinking about all of this the entire week, right?"
"You weren't the only one, Jen," said Maggie as she walked into the room. "I would have been disappointed if you hadn't been thinking about it."
Jenny jumped, startled by Maggie's sudden presence. "I...you're not mad at me, are you?"
Maggie walked over and gave her a hug. "No, Jenny. I'm not at all mad at you."
She turned her attention to Tim. "Were you teasing poor Jenny?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe just a little. She...she's kind of irresistible."
"How about you open a bottle of wine, Romeo?"
"Good idea," said Tim with a nod.
He selected an Australian Shiraz from the Hunter Valley region and poured a glass for each of them. They carried their wine into the den, where Maggie had gotten a fire going in the fireplace. Jenny took a seat on the couch, while Tim settled in a recliner. Maggie was standing near Jenny, looking down at her. She took a sip of her wine before she sat on the edge of the couch next to Jenny.
"There's something we wanted to discuss with you, Jenny."
Jenny looked first at Maggie, then at Tim. She felt a moment of panic, thinking they were going to ask her to leave. She realized her friends were smiling before that thought took root too deeply. If not that...then what, she thought.
"Jenny," Maggie began. "Tim and I absolutely adore you. We're so happy to have you living here with us."
"I...I'm happy to be here too."
"Look...I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to come out with it. What if we made what happened last week a more permanent arrangement? Between the three of us, I mean."
Jenny looked back and forth between the two of them. "You...you want..."
"We'd like you to share our bed with us, Jenny. Together, individually...however it happens. We've talked about it all week."
"Wow," Jenny said. "I...I don't know what to say."
"How do you feel?" asked Maggie.
"Shocked. Happy. Excited. Scared."
"Interested?" asked Maggie with a smile.
"Hell yes," Jenny blurted out. "I'm interested."
Maggie leaned over and gave her friend a soft kiss on the lips. "Good. How about we have some dinner? Then we can spend some time getting reacquainted with each other."
"As if I'll be able to eat anything at this point," Jenny said with a nervous giggle.
"You'll have to," said Tim. "You'll need your strength.
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walked around opposite sides of the table that was in front of him. A moment later, Tim had a woman curled up on either side of him, kissing and nuzzling his neck as their fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Tim removed it and tossed it away. The kisses now drifted down his chest, and each woman sucked on one of his nipples until it was a little pebble, then bit hard enough to hurt.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you two choreographed something here," Tim hoarsely said.
"Keep quiet," Maggie snapped. "Just do as we say."
Tim shrugged, leaning back to watch. The trail of kisses now moved lower, down his abdomen. Each woman had moved a hand between his legs, fondling and rubbing his stiff cock through his jeans. The head of his cock was poking out of the waist band of his jeans, and he watched through a cascade of long hair as the two women lapped at it with their tongues.
Jenny undid the top button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. Maggie yanked his briefs down and grabbed the shaft, stroking it a couple of times and making Tim moan. Then, in what Tim thought was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, his wife held his cock out to Jenny.
"Here, Jenn. You taste first," she said.
Jenny took Tim into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head and bobbing up and down. Maggie watched with a look of lust on her face, patiently awaiting her turn. After a minute, Jenny pulled her mouth free and pointed Tim's cock toward Maggie.
"Your turn, Mag."
"Hold on. Let's get these pants off first. Stand up, Tim."
Tim stood up and the women grabbed his briefs and jeans and pulled them down with one swift movement. Maggie pushed Tim back onto the couch and removed the clothes from around his ankles. The fact that he was barefoot made the process a bit simpler than it otherwise would have been. Maggie and Jenny once again met at Tim's cock. They kissed each other around the head of his cock, tongues entangled and lips locked. He was essentially in both of their mouths at the same time.
Each woman had a hand on his shaft, their fingers intertwined as they slowly stroked him while they used their mouths on him and each other. Tim found himself losing control very quickly, as both the physical and visual stimulation were having a huge effect on him. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. As if sensing it, the women went for the kill, aggressively stroking him until he grunted and thrust upward. Both Jenny and Maggie moaned when he erupted. The kissing didn't stop, as they shared Tim's cum, making sure he could see it covering their tongues as they lapped it all up like hungry kittens. They pulled away from his cock and kissed each other deeply, not stopping until they had swallowed every drop he'd given them.
The pair broke the kiss and looked up at Tim. He was smiling from ear to ear as he made eye contact first with Maggie, then Jenny.
"That was...that was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced in my life," he said. "Now we're screwed. How can we ever top that?"
"How about you sit back and relax for a bit, Tim. Let's see how you feel about a little girl on girl show," Maggie replied.
Jenny didn't say a word, instead giving Tim a lusty smile.
"How about we move to the rug in front of the fire, Jenn?" suggested Maggie. "We can stretch out a bit there."
Jenny stepped over the coffee table and sat down on the rug beyond it. Maggie joined her, and the two women started to kiss again. Maggie reached a hand up inside Jenny's t-shirt and grabbed the top of her bra. She yanked it down, freeing one of Jenny's tits from its confinement. Maggie gently pinched the nipple as she kissed her friend. The longer they kissed, the rougher Maggie got, making Jenny gasp with delight. Maggie bit Jenny's lower lip just hard enough to make her moan.
"Damn. I'd forgotten you like to play a little rough, Mag. I like it."
Maggie lifted Jenny's t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She took a good look as her friend sat there with one large breast exposed and the other still tucked away inside the bra. Maggie glanced over at Tim, who was intently watching, and gave him a wink. Jenny reached behind her and unclasped her bra, removing it and placing it on the floor.
Jenny had a brief moment of disbelief as she sat there half naked in front of these two people. She was so overly sensitive about her body, but at that moment, she felt none of that. She felt comfortable; sexy and beautiful even. Maggie pushed her onto her back and pulled at the leggings she wore, taking them and her panties down in one fell swoop. Naked except for her socks, Jenny waited while Maggie pulled off her own top and removed her bra. Maggie's pants went next, and Jenny felt self-conscious as she looked up at her much thinner friend. She felt like an imposter who was suddenly exposed. Feeling a bit of panic, she glanced at Tim, sure that he'd make the same comparison she just had. Instead, he was watching her intently with desire in his eyes. He was watching her instead of Maggie, actually, and she could tell he was very happy with what he was seeing.
His gaze calmed her, and she turned her eyes to Maggie who was now crawling on top of her. Maggie kissed her friend fiercely and hungrily as her hands roamed around her body. It didn't take long for Maggie to kiss her way down Jenny's body, ending up between her legs. Maggie kissed Jenny's needy cunt, delving her tongue as deep inside as she could. She started a rhythm, dipping her tongue in, bringing it up and lapping it over Jenny's clit, once in a while pausing to kiss and suck her friend's love button.
Maggie took her time pleasing her friend. After a few minutes, she added fingers to the mix, slipping them deep inside Jenny and wiggling them as she assaulted Jenny's clit with her tongue. Jenny was torn between watching Maggie eat her and watching Tim, who was now stroking his renewed erection. She felt her orgasm rapidly building as the pleasure she was experiencing began to overwhelm her. Her body tensed up and she emitted a deep, guttural moan as an orgasm rocked her body.
When Maggie was satisfied Jenny had finished, she moved up, lying down beside her and kissing her tenderly. She glanced up at Tim and waved him over. Tim got up from the couch and approached, sitting down on the opposite side of Jenny. Both women were staring at his stiff cock, causing him to break out into a grin.
"Are you ready to do something with that thing?" Maggie asked with a sultry tone.
"I've been waiting, honey." Tim moved towards Maggie, but she held up a hand and nudged him away.
"No. I want to watch you fuck Jenny," she said. "Doggie style."
"What about you? I don't want you to feel left out."
"Do I look left out? You've been fucking me all week, Tim. Jenny needs some cock, honey. Fuck her good."
Jenny let out a moan as she watched and listened. She wasted no time turning over and getting on her hands and knees with her ass pointed in Tim's direction. She looked over her shoulder at him as she wiggled her ass, clearly anxious for him to get started. Tim winked and moved in, wasting no time before he slid his cock deep inside her and slammed it home. Jenny let out a grunt as he held her tight against him, letting her feel full of his cock. He intentionally made his cock jerk inside her, and she moaned her approval.
Tim started to move, getting into a good rhythm, fucking her deep and hard. Jenny pushed back into him with every stroke, wanting to feel him as deep as she possibly could. She dropped down to one elbow and reached a hand underneath her to rub her clit as he fucked her. Maggie moved around front and lay down with her face underneath Jenny's.
"How does my husband's cock feel, Jenny?" she asked. "Do like having him fuck you, baby? Do you?"
Jenny moaned and grinned around the lower lip she was biting as she rocked back and forth on Tim's cock, her large breasts swinging like pendulums. "You know exactly how good it feels, Maggie. I heard the sounds of him fucking you all week," Jenny breathlessly said.
Maggie reached up, grabbed Jenny by the hair, and pulled her face down to hers. She kissed her friend deeply as Tim fucked her. Jenny was in heaven, her body like a jumble of raw nerves at that point. She rolled into another orgasm as Tim picked up his pace. Her body was still trembling when he grunted and thrust deeply inside her, again and again, emptying the reservoir that held his cum, refusing to stop until he could take no more.
Jenny collapsed onto her tummy and Tim scooted beside her, petting her ass with one hand as he admired her curves. The three of them stayed quiet for ten minutes before Maggie sat up and broke the silence.
"How do you feel, Jenn?"
"Fucking incredible," Jenny replied with a deep laugh.
"Are you tired? Do you need to rest, or would you like to do something for me now?"
Jenny looked at Maggie with lust in her eyes. "I'd love to do something for you now, Maggie. Really love to."
"Good. I was hoping you'd say that."
Maggie got up and grabbed some pillows from the couch, making a pile on the floor. She directed Tim to sit in front of them with his legs apart and lean back into the pillows in a semi-reclined position. She sat between his legs and leaned back against him, spreading her legs wide open. She placed another pillow under her ass, tilting her pelvis up and fully exposing her to Jenny.
Jenny crawled between Maggie's legs and smiled. She didn't need to be told what was expected of her. She ran her tongue the length of Maggie's swollen lips. Maggie was so turned on she was creaming with need, and Jenny spent some time casually licking her before getting down to business. Both Tim and Maggie intently watched as Jenny lapped at Maggie's cunt.
"Fuck, baby," Maggie said to Tim. "Look at her. Look at her eating me honey. It feels so good, Timmy. Fuck."
Tim had his hands on Maggie's tits, tweaking her nipples as they watched Jenny work. "Are you going to come for your friend, honey? She made me come, and now she's going to make you come too. Does that turn you on, baby?"
"Fuck yes, Timmy. Fuck. Watch her baby. Look at her. Look at her having me."
Jenny was now looking up at Tim, her bright blue eyes piercing his soul as her mouth covered his wife's pussy. She had four fingers inside Maggie and was fucking her as she sucked on her clit, bathing it with her tongue as she did.
Maggie started to whine as she could feel her body preparing for a climax. Jenny sensed it approaching and became more focused on pushing her friend over the edge.
"Timmy...Timmy...I'm getting close, baby...fuck...Jenny...Timmy..."
Her words were cut short by what was nearly a howl as an orgasm rocked her body from her head down to her toes. She was having involuntary spasms as wave after wave rushed over her, feeling a level of pleasure she'd never in her life felt this deeply. Jenny kissed her way up Maggie's body and kissed her on the lips. She looked up at Tim and kissed him too, a deep aggressive kiss.
"Do you like the taste of your wife's pussy on my lips, Timmy?" she asked, teasing him by repeating the name Maggie had used. "You're going to have to get used to that, Timmy. What do you think of that, huh? Are you ready for that?"
"I'm going to hold you to that, Jenny."
"Good. You'd better."
Later, Jenny would reflect on that exchange with shock. It was completely out of character for her, and yet at the moment, it had seemed to be exactly the right thing to say. That later didn't happen until much later, because the three of them retired up to the big bed in the master bedroom for another round of sex.
After that night, it became a regular occurrence for Jenny to come into the big bed with Maggie and Tim. Truth be told, she had moved into it for good, save the one night each week that she insisted the couple have alone time without her stuck in the middle. They teased her unmercifully about it, but she refused to relent to their pressure.
She finished school in May of the following year, and was immediately offered a position at the university hospital that was only several miles from where they lived. She started working nights, which led to some hurried sexual encounters when she arrived home in the morning. Of course, they also had the evenings before Jenny had to go to work, but they had often restrained themselves to a large degree. She didn't think it wise to go to work spent and exhausted every night.
Good fortune shone down on them after a couple of months. One daytime nurse retired, and another needed to switch to a night shift for personal reasons. Jenny was offered a daytime position, which she happily accepted. Often, it could take years for a nurse to be offered daytime hours. This was an unexpected surprise for the three friends.
One Saturday morning, Jenny and Maggie were sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee and playing with their phones. Jenny nervously looked up at her friend, obviously wanting to say something but not knowing how to start. Maggie felt the eyeballs on her and glanced up at Jenny.
"What is it, Jenn? You look a little scared."
"Well...I was meaning to discuss something with you."
Maggie tilted her head and held up her palms in a what's up gesture.
"I've been thinking...I think...Someone at work kind of asked me out...and I was thinking..."
"Jenny! My God, honey. What are you nervous about?"
"Well...you know. We're kind of all wrapped up in this relationship. I...I don't know. I feel like we're together."
"You are not our sex slave, Jenny."
"I'm not talking about sex, Maggie. I love you both. Really. Love-love. Unless I'm wrong, I'm feeling the same thing back from the two of you."
"You're not wrong, honey. We love you dearly. We'd be perfectly fine with you being a permanent part of our lives, okay? But we don't expect that from you. I know you. You've dreamed of a fairy tale wedding from when you were a little girl, complete with your very own Prince Charming. As much as I love Tim, he's no one's Prince Charming," she added with a chuckle.
"Not everyone has or does that, Maggie. This situation has been so incredibly wonderful for me. I feel like I'm just going to ruin everything."
"I'll tell you what, Jenn. You go ahead and date and whatever. If you realize you'd rather be here, well, we'll be here for you. Okay? Try it out."
Jenny nodded and smiled, then blushed a little. "That doesn't mean I get booted from the big bed, does it?"
Maggie laughed heartily and hugged her friend. "Hell no. You're always welcome there, honey."
"Thank you, Maggie. You're really the best."
Maggie looked at Jenny and smiled. "I've been expecting this, you know."
"Why?"
"You've just blossomed over the eighteen months you've lived with us. Honey, you have become the confident woman that we knew you were all along. It's almost as if you're a different person."
"I will admit that I feel much better about myself, Maggie. But still..."
"But still nothing, Jenn. I'll tell you something. Good men look for confident women. I'm not surprised you're getting attention. Not at all. What's more, I don't think losers like Mick even look at women like the one you've become. They look for wounded birds with broken wings that they can control and abuse at will."
"Is that what I used to be? A wounded bird?"
"I'm sorry Jenn. It isn't what I thought you were, but you had yet to spread your wings and see your own beauty and value. Now you have."
"Well, if I have, I have you and Tim to thank for that."
"You don't need to thank us, Jenny. It has been our pleasure," Maggie said with an evil little grin. "So, who is this mystery man?"
"He's one of the interns at the hospital. We've become friendly with each other, and he's been after me to go out with him."
"How do you feel about that, Jenn? Is he hot?" asked Maggie with an interested grin.
"I like him, and I like the attention. He's...he's a little quirky and very funny."
Maggie nodded her head. "So he's not hot?"
"No...well...he is...but not in a typical way."
"You should go out with him, Jenn. Put yourself out there and see what you find."
"Are you sure you really won't mind?"
Maggie embraced her friend and kissed her cheek. "Stop being so silly. I...we...want you to be happy, Jenny. You tell him yes, and I'll want a full report after the two of you go out."
"Yes, mom," Jenny replied with a giggle.
Several months later, the three friends were at dinner at Maroni's, Jenny having invited them as a show of appreciation. The food was wonderful, and they relaxed over glasses of wine after they'd finished eating. Jenny took a deep breath before bringing up the other reason she'd asked them to join her. She looked at her friends, quickly starting to speak. She was afraid she'd lose her nerve if she didn't.
"I've been living with you guys for a long time now," she began. "It has, without a doubt, been one of the best parts of my life. I just can't tell you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. Words can't begin to describe how I feel. I also know that my presence in your home has altered things for you."
"For the better Jenn," Tim interrupted.
"Even so...I think it's time for me to be a big girl and get my own place. I..."
Jenny's blue eyes started to sprout tears as she tried to continue. "I love you both dearly. I don't really want to leave, but I also don't want to regret not leaving somewhere down the road."
"Is there someone in the picture?" Maggie asked.
"No...not really. You know I've been dating, but not exclusively. I'm out there, but I'm not really out there, if you know what I mean. Truthfully, I'm so engaged with the two of you, it's difficult for me to see past that."
Maggie now had tears brewing as well, and Tim sat there looking at the two women crying. He wasn't feeling all that happy himself, but he managed to keep it under wraps.
"I think I speak for both of us when I say that we want you to be happy, Jenny. We love you, and we'll help in any way we can. If things don't work out, you'll always have a place to come back to if that's what you'd like."
"God, I love you two," Jenny said between sobs.
Maggie and Jenny excused themselves to use the ladies room, still sobbing and dabbing at their eyes with tissues. The waiter came over after they'd gone.
"Is everything okay, Mr. Tim?"
Tim smiled. "Yes, thanks Mario, he said with a shrug. I have a way with women."
Mario nodded and smiled. "Would you like me to bring the check?"
Tim nodded. "Yes, thanks. We don't want to wear out our welcome here."
Mario turned and headed to the back of the restaurant, leaving Tim alone with his glass of wine. The women returned, having pulled themselves together for the moment. After Tim paid the bill, they left and headed for home.
Maggie helped Jenny search for a fitting apartment, and within two weeks they'd found the perfect place. The lease was signed, furniture was ordered, and Jenny was packed and ready to go. The three friends spent the day getting Jenny settled into her new home. It was a cute apartment in a two family home located in a wooded area. Jenny would be only minutes away from work, and still close to Maggie and Tim.
Once Jenny was settled, they went out for a light dinner together. No one seemed to be very hungry, and they ended up boxing up most of what they'd ordered. Tim and Maggie drove Jenny back to her new home, and after some tearful goodbyes, left and drove to their house.
They puttered about for a while before heading off to bed, hoping that sleep would overtake them. Instead, they both lay there, staring at the ceiling in the dark. Finally, Maggie broke the silence in the room.
"The bed feels so big and empty, Tim. I wish Jenny was here."
"I feel it too, honey."
"I hope she's doing okay over there by herself," Maggie replied, secretly hoping that Tim would tell her to go see her friend.
As if reading her mind, Tim responded to her thoughts. "Honey...this is what she wants. We have to give her the space she's asked for. She'll be fine."
"I guess," Maggie said with a pout.
Several miles away, Jenny was tossing around in her bed, unable to sleep. The bed felt entirely too empty to her, and she fiercely missed the company of her friends. She started to get up three separate times, ready to drive over and burst into the house. This was turning out to be harder than she thought it would be.
Maggie rolled over and looked at Tim. "Honey...I know. I know...but I..."
"Go. Do you want me to drive you over there?"
Maggie grinned and gave him a deep kiss. "Thank you, honey. No...I'm okay to drive."
She jumped out of bed and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. Moments later, Tim heard the garage door rumble open and then closed, signaling Maggie was on her way. He chuckled and rolled over, hoping for some sleep. Once on the road, she cursed herself, realizing she was low on gas. She made a detour and headed to the big station that was open all night.
Jenny rolled over and climbed out of bed. This was the fourth time she was up, and she'd lost the resolve to stop herself. Moments later she was in her car, driving over to her friend's house. She pulled into the driveway, and, still possessing the key, opened the door and let herself in. She walked up the stairs and down the hall toward the bedroom.
"Maggie? Tim?" she whispered into the room.
"Jenny?"
Walking into the room, Jenny could see Tim alone in bed in the dim light that filtered through the windows.
"Where's Maggie?"
"On her way to your place," said Tim with a chuckle.
"Oh my God. We're all pathetic, aren't we?" Jenny laughed.
Tim shrugged. "Hey. All I know is that I'm still in bed," he said in a joking tone.
"Yes. Yes you are," Jenny said in the sexiest voice she could muster.
Tim held up a finger to her before grabbing his phone from the night table. He called Maggie on the speaker phone, and she answered on the first ring.
"What's up Tim?"
"Come home. We have a visitor."
There was silence, then laughter on the other end of the line. "I see. Well, don't keep our guest waiting, Tim. Go ahead and entertain her while I'm headed back. I'll be home in a few."
"Okay. Be careful, honey."
"I will," Maggie said and hung up.
Tim turned toward Jenny, and she was already slipping out of her clothes. She grabbed the blankets and pulled them down, tossing them aside before crawling up onto Tim and straddling him.
"So...if you really weren't missing me," she began, "then I've been doing something wrong."
Tim moaned as she positioned herself on top of his rapidly growing cock and ground into him. She leaned forward and kissed him softly, then caught his bottom lip between her teeth and bit it hard.
"I'll have to remedy that right now...Timmy."
She reached between them and rubbed his cock against her pussy. Wasting no time, she found her opening and guided him inside her, then sank slowly down until he was fully within her. She resumed kissing him as she slowly rode him, his hands on her hips, guiding her and holding her tightly. Tim was trying to control the tempo, but Jenny was having none of that. Her pussy gripped him tightly, and she moved and swayed and rocked, melting his resolve to prolong the encounter.
"Give it to me, Timmy. I want to give Maggie something to clean up when she gets here," Jenny whispered in his ear as she bit his earlobe.
Her words pushed him over the edge, and he grunted and thrust up hard as the first jet of his cum exploded out into her waiting pussy. She didn't stop riding him until she'd had every bit he could supply. She fell on top of him, and a moment later she felt Maggie's hand gently stroke her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.
"Hi, Mag. We have a present for you, honey."
"Do you? I really like presents, Jenn," Maggie said in a sultry tone. "Tim...why don't you move to the bottom of the bed and lie on your back. Maybe you can eat while I do."
Jenny rolled off Tim and he moved down near the bottom of the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and touching the floor. Once he had moved, Jenny took his spot, lying flat on her back with her legs spread open. Maggie straddled Tim's face and lowered her pussy down to his mouth. She let out a satisfied sigh, then leaned forward and brought her own face down to Jenny's pussy. She lapped at it hungrily as Jenny looked down and watched her.
"That's it, baby," Jenny said. Clean up the mess your husband made of me, Maggie.
Maggie moaned and giggled against Jenny's cunt, but didn't want to pull away to speak.
"You like cleaning up after him, don't you? Timmy makes a mess, and you clean it up for him, right? You're pretty fucking good at it Maggie," Jenny breathlessly said. "Fuck. You're going to make me come, Maggie. How the hell can you do that so easily? Fuck."
Jenny thrust her hips up and let out a loud moan as an orgasm rocked her body. Maggie kept up her attack, pushing Jenny past her sensitivity and rolled her into another orgasm a minute after the first. Jenny scooted away, needing a break. She spun around and lay with her face under Maggie's. They started kissing and touching each other as Tim continued to lick and suck Maggie's pussy. A few minutes later, Maggie tensed up and half howled into Jenny's mouth as she was overcome with her own orgasm. She rode Tim's face until she was satisfied for the moment.
Tim moved up on the bed, lying in the middle with Jenny and Maggie curled up on either side of him. As they lay there, Jenny seriously thought about just giving up on her dreams and staying with her two friends. Her two lovers. She realized she couldn't do that, though. She would always wonder whether she made the right choice for her, which told her that it wouldn't be the right choice.
She had to work the next morning, and she slipped out of the bed as noiselessly as possible. Maggie heard her and followed her downstairs. Jenny started a pot of coffee and sat at the table.
"You look like you've had a hell of a night, Jenn. Why don't you hit the shower and I'll cook you an omelet?"
"You guys spoil me, Maggie." Jenny stood up and headed for the stairs, stopping to hug her friend. "Thank you. I'll try again tonight."
Maggie gave her a peck on the cheek. "Whatever you need, honey."
"I love you, Maggie."
"I love you too, Jenn. Now...go shower. If you get fired, we'll never get rid of you," Maggie said with a chuckle.
Jenny was exhausted by the end of her shift, and she headed directly home. In a way, she was happy to be so tired, because she knew she'd sleep. She made herself a salad with some sliced chicken and sat by herself in front of the evening news as she ate. After she'd finished, she poured herself a glass of wine as Alex Trebek held court on Jeopardy. The wine was gone within a half hour, and so was Jenny.
She awoke on the couch at a little after two in the morning and groggily made her way to bed. By four, she was wide awake, feeling alone and sullen. She tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable again. She switched on the light and reached over to the night table for a book. It was an anthology of works written by a group of friends that had gathered at a cabin in the woods one summer, each of them with a writing goal they wanted to accomplish. Jenny had some favorites in the book, and she flipped to one of them now. She lost herself in the story and read until the break of dawn.
The sun rose, bright and hot, casting a warm golden glow into the bedroom. Jenny was bathed in the sunlight and she felt better. Things always seem better in the light of day, she thought to herself as she pulled off the blankets and headed for the kitchen. She put a K-cup into her Keurig and brewed some coffee. She had just taken her first sip when her phone rang. Jenny looked at the display and smiled. She touched the phone screen and put the phone to her ear.
"Maggie. Hi. I was just thinking about you."
"Funny. I was thinking about you too, Jenny. How did it go?"
"Okay. You know."
"Yeah. It sucked," replied Maggie with a laugh.
"Well, at least I did get some sleep," Jenny said. "I was so tired after being up most of the night and then working all day."
"That's good, Jenn. Are you working today too?"
"Yeah. I'm off again on Wednesday, then Saturday."
"Saturday? Hmmm. How would you like to come over for dinner Friday night?" Maggie asked hopefully.
"Would I be the dessert, Mag?" asked Jenny with a giggle. "I sure hope so."
"We'd love that, but we're leaving it up to you. We're going to have an open door policy, Jen. Our door will always be open to you, whenever you need it to be. No pressure though. Okay?"
"I was hoping...I mean...I know I'm the one who wanted this, but I didn't mean I NEVER want to stay over."
"Good. I was hoping you hadn't meant that," Maggie said with a smile. "I'm glad you slept, honey. I barely did, and now I need to shower and get ready for a meeting at work."
"I'd better get ready myself too. I'll talk to you later Mag."
"Bye Jen."
Jenny hung up the phone and took a deep breath. She glanced at the clock and realized she had a little time before she had to leave for work. Hearing Maggie's voice had made her feel lonely again. She decided to combat the lonely with something else, and headed up to the bedroom. She sprawled on the bed and reached into her night table drawer for her vibrator. After several orgasms, Jenny felt somewhat satisfied, but still alone. This wasn't going to be easy, she thought.
In the weeks that followed, Jenny found herself spending nearly four or five nights each week with her friends. Gradually, she began to wean herself from going over there that often. She had been receiving a fair amount of attention from some of the men she worked with, and more than a few patients. She climbed onto the dating bandwagon, starting off slowly. With Maggie's encouragement, she began to accept more invitations, and within six months, she nearly needed an assistant to manage her schedule.
Jenny was enjoying the attention she received. She'd never before had men interested in her the way they were now. It took a while for to really believe, but once she did, her confidence shot skyward. As is often the case, that increase in self-confidence made her appear even more attractive to the men around her. Despite that, her sex life was still somewhat limited. Part of that was because she always had Maggie and Tim to fall back on, and part of it was she was still a little old fashioned at heart. As enjoyable as sex was, she wanted some kind of connection before she slipped into bed with someone.
One Saturday, Jenny was visiting with Maggie and Tim. She appeared quite nervous, as she had something she wanted to discuss with them. She had regaled Maggie with her dating stories, but she had held back a little. There was one man that had caught her attention, and Jenny had grown quite fond of him. After dinner, as they were relaxing with some wine, Jenny decided it was time to confide in her friends.
"I've been meaning to discuss something with you guys," she began. "You both know I've been seeing a number of people, but there's this one guy...I kind of like him a lot."
"Jenny! You've been holding out on me. Which one is it?" prodded Maggie.
"I haven't mentioned him that much, which maybe should have told me something. His name is Rich, and he's an intern at the hospital."
"Rich, huh?" Tim asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't you start getting all overprotective, mister," Maggie chided him. "Well? Tell us more, Jenny."
"Well, let's see. He's hot. He's smart, kind, and ambitious. He has a great sense of humor. Oh, did I mention he was hot?" Jenny asked with a giggle.
"Twice," replied Tim, feigning jealousy...or perhaps he wasn't really faking it.
"Anyway...you know...both my parents are gone. I...I have no one I can bring him home to meet...but I do have you two. I'd love for you to meet him and tell me what you think. He's a really nice guy too. I think we'd all get along great together," she said hopefully.
"We'd love to Jenny," Maggie squealed. "I'm so happy for you."
Tim gave her a hug. "He's one lucky son of a bitch, and I'm going to tell him just that."
"Don't worry, Jenny. I'll keep a leash on this one," Maggie said as she pointed a thumb at Tim.
Over the ensuing months, they all became fast friends, spending most of their free time together. Little by little, Jenny began to limit the amount of time she spent in bed with Maggie and Tim, eventually ending it entirely. Her relationship with Rich had blossomed into a full on romance, and she'd decided that she wanted to give him her full attention.
One weekend, Jenny and Rich came over for a barbeque. While the women were in the kitchen fussing over the salad and side dishes, Tim and Rich were out at the barbeque grilling chicken and having a few beers. Rich paced nervously about for a few minutes before broaching the topic he wanted to discuss.
"Tim...can we talk for a minute?"
"Hmmm. This sounds serious. What's up?"
"I'm nervous as hell. Okay. You know Jenny and I have been exclusive for a while now. I...she's really an incredible woman, Tim. I've never met anyone like her before."
"She sure as hell is, Rich."
"Yeah. Well...how do you think she feels about me?"
"You don't need to ask me that, Rich. Don't you see the way she looks at you? The way she is with you?"
"Well, yeah. But you know...this relationship the three of you have had. She loves you both. She shares your bed. I...I was just wondering if she ever said anything."
"Have you asked her to stop sharing our bed?"
Rich shook his head no. "I can't. I love her, but...I want her to be happy. I'm not going to try to control her. I have no intention of changing a single thing about her."
Tim nodded. "Well, I'll tell you my friend. She hasn't joined us in months. What does that tell you?"
"So she decided to cut it off with you guys?"
"Well it sure as hell wasn't me," Tim replied with a chuckle.
"She never told me. She...I'm in love with that woman, Tim. I'm planning on asking her to marry me." Rich began to laugh. "Jesus. I feel like I'm asking her father for permission."
Tim clapped him on the shoulder. "It's not for me to say, but if it was...I'd be happy as hell to tell you to go for it. I've never seen Jenny this happy. Truthfully, I wanted to dislike you, but I can't. Actually, I'm happy to be able to count you as one of my friends. Do you have a plan?"
"I do. I have the ring already. We're going out to Montauk next weekend. I'm going to ask her there."
"Nice. I guess I'd better get ready for Maggie running around and helping to plan a wedding," Tim laughed.
"You think she'll say yes?"
"I'd be shocked if she didn't."
"Anyway...about Maggie. Could you maybe not tell her I'm going to propose? Somehow, those two are so much on the same wavelength that Jenny will manage to figure out something is up."
"Under one condition," Tim replied. We can't tell Maggie I knew. I'll never hear the end of it if she finds out I didn't tell her."
"Deal," Rich answered, holding a hand out to Tim. Tim shook his hand as the women came out of the house.
"What's that about?" Maggie asked.
"We just made a bet on which one of you would get drunk and jump naked into the pool first," Tim answered. "Big bucks involved here."
"Oh, brother. You see what I have to deal with?" Maggie asked Jenny. "He's like an overgrown teenager."
Tim gave them both a raspberry as he removed the meat from the grill.
Tim hooked his arm around Jenny's as the piano player began to play Hymne by Vangelis. He looked over at her, stunningly beautiful under her bridal veil.
"Are you ready, Jenn?" he asked her.
Jenny smiled and nodded, holding back tears. She was thrilled that Tim had agreed to give her away to Rich, well aware that it was symbolic in several ways. They began the march down the aisle, following behind the bridesmaids and other ushers. When they reached the altar, Tim raised her veil and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered. Tim stepped up and shook Rich's hand before moving aside so the groom could take his place beside the bride. He made his way over to Maggie's side and she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, fighting back tears and sobs. A half hour later, Jenny and Rich were officially a couple in the eyes of the State of New York.
The wedding party made their way back down the aisle and moved outside in front of the church, where the couple waited to greet their guests. Jenny waved Maggie and Tim over, anxious to see them first.
"Come here you," the beaming bride exclaimed as she opened her arms and embraced Tim. She tilted her face up toward his and leaned in for a kiss, full and open mouthed, her tongue doing a tango with his. They broke the kiss with a giggle as the bride leaned back and looked up at him.
Hours later, Maggie and Tim watched as the limousine pulled away. Their friends were headed off on a twelve day cruise around the Greek Islands. Maggie and Tim were heading back home. When they got into the car, Maggie sidled up to Tim and kissed his neck.
"Our girl is all grown up," she laughed. "Now what?"
"I have a few ideas," Tim replied with a sly grin. "I always do."
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Text: Monique couldn't believe it was working. Who would have thought that a twenty dollar pseudo-pregnancy potion and some bullshitting would have so much mileage in a high school reunion? Her old classmates were noticing for the first time that she actually existed, and some of the ladies were --she couldn't believe it-- actually jealous of her. It was amazing! Just another half hour to go and then everyone will think she has a fiance named Chad and a cozy apartment in Boston! Then she'll have at least twenty years to figure out what to do with her life, get a job, move out of mom and dad's house, start dating, and all that other stuff too. More than enough time, right?
She also could have believed someone had swapped her heart for a timpani and lodged it in her throat. This was the final stretch, after all. Everything falls apart in the final stretch. Every. Single. Time. It's like one of the laws of physics or something. Newton's first law of bullshitting: everything goes wrong in the final stretch. The attention is great and all, but why won't they just go bother someone else now? Why did she have to be the center of attention? Why not, like, the event horizon of attention or something? She had no idea how long until her potion would start wearing off, and if she wasn't history before it did she was royally fucked.
Monique was also kicking herself for not buying a second potion to make sure her clothes actually fit before going. Her dress was a full body tourniquet, and the neon green color made her feel like a walking lime. Her ass was about as well covered as one would expect in a pornography story, and it wasn't like she could get any of her panties to fit properly and comfortably so she had to go commando. Which of course meant shuffling everywhere like an old lady to keep anyone from getting an easy peek at her crotch. She felt, and to some degree looked, like a camwhore. If she ever wanted to know what a sausage felt like, she sure as hell knew now. She barely managed to stuff her tits inside of her bra this morning. God, why won't they just go away? At this point, she just wanted to go hide in a dark room until this was all over. I mean, being noticed is great, but privacy is a little underrated.
"Shit!"
And now she was drenched in some stupid redhead's stupid glass of stupid water. Just when it couldn't get any worse.
"Did I get you?" The bimbo asked. "Shit, I'm so sorry! Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have worn these heels. I roll my ankles in them all the time!"
Monique laughed it off, "It's okay, it happens. No problem!"
But she was actually pissed the fuck off.
"Hold on, I've got some napkins in my purse." The redhead pulled a baseball sized handful of wrinkly old napkins out of her dime-sized purse and shoved it in Monique's hands. "I'll go to the bathroom and get some paper towels, too!"
"No, no, no! No, it's--"
And she was gone. Fucking great. The napkins didn't really help much. Rocks were more absorbent than these things. She couldn't uncrumple half of them without ripping them apart. And the constant bombardment of comments from everyone around her didn't exactly dry her clothes any faster. Why won't they go away?
Who was that, anyway? She didn't remember any redheads in high school. Certainly no one that looked like her. Drop dead gorgeous face, six feet tall, cannonball breasts, and her hair wasn't just red-- it looked like it was set on fire. Anyone that looked like her, Monique would have remembered. Why did she have so many in the first place? And why are they all from Burger Wiz? Monique uncrumpled the last napkin, which apparently had black streaks on it.
"Oh, it's sharpie."
Monique's blood froze. Written in big letters was "LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE".
"Oh, look at that! Out of napkins, I'm going to, uh-- yeah."
Monique shoved her way through her circle of parasites and went so far as to walk to the bathroom, to the butt-clenching terror of her dress. She burst through the door and scanned the line of stalls. Her heels clacked on the white tile floor, driving her crazy with anxiety on her way to the first stall. She pushed the door and peeked in.
Empty. What about the second one?
Empty. Third?
Empty. Fourth?
Empty. Fifth?
Empty. Aw, hell.
Empty.
"Where the hell is she?"
Just in case she somehow missed her, she checked the stalls again on her way to the door. Empty again, of course. She grabbed a paper towel and wiped herself a little bit drier, taking the opportunity to make funny faces at herself in the mirror in the meantime, as was the habit of someone as desperately lonely as her, and totally normal. Well, at least she told herself that.
At least she did manage to look rather attractive in her dress. It really couldn't have worked without her freshly tanned skin, which gave her a deceivingly healthy glow. It was a good thing she took a nap at the beach yesterday.
"I'm lucky I tan so good. I walk outside and just-- bam! I couldn't bother to put in the effort if it wasn't so easy."
She grabbed another paper towel.
"I bet that dumb redhead burns like paper in the summer."
"You'd be surprised, actually. My skin holds up pretty well." Her reflection said.
Have you ever had the wind knocked out of you? Sort of like how your body feels at the bottom of a roller coaster, where your organs just turn into mashed potatoes in your feet and your brain feels like a water balloon? At the moment, Monique was feeling remarkably similar to that.
Her reflection continued, "I mean, I can't tan for the life of me, but that's not worth caring for if I'm honest. Especially when I look ten times better than you."
Apparently, Monique had fallen into some lucid dream. Her reflection took on a life of it's own. It's eyes changed from her familiar chestnut brown to a sulphuric yellow while a terrifyingly smug grin unveiled a bandolier of carnivorous canines. Her black hair grew longer before Monique's eyes, while the strands peeled apart like bananas and exposed a disturbingly familiar red color beneath. Hell, it clearly wasn't her reflection anymore. Like wet paint in a rainstorm, her olive skin withered away until it was an albacore white. Wait, is it taller now? Her belly shrank until it was flat and trim, while her breasts got even bigger. Finally, to top it all off, two little horns --which if it weren't for the terrifying circumstances could almost be called cute-- poked out of her hair like a pair of bamboo shoots.
"Wait, you-- you're the redhead!"
"Wow, really? I had no idea! Anything else you wanna tell me I already know? Oh, I know! Tell me that I'm in a mirror! Go on, do it!"
"Uh, y-you're in a--"
"Shut up!"
The redhead climbed onto the counter and grinned. Her menacing teeth sparkled as she spoke.
"I love this part."
The redhead slowly pressed her hand on the glass, which bent and deformed around her fingers like gelatin. It snapped back when it got as far as her wrists. She pushed her other arm through, and then her head. It was like watching an actually decent horror film. It wasn't until the redhead was halfway through that Monique made an uncomfortable observation.
"Why-- uh, why are you naked?"
"Personal preference."
The redhead was as far out as her waist, wiggled her butt out, and gracelessly plopped onto the floor.
"Oh, damn it! Well, I guess there's no point in a second take."
As the readhead climbed back onto the counter to pose like she should have done, Monique rushed for the door and jerked on the handle.
"What, you're not stupid enough to think that someone who can crawl out of a fucking mirror world couldn't lock doors, right? Tell me that much."
The mirror directly behind the redhead started to fog up. Monique pulled on the door as hard as she could, but it wouldn't budge.
"You done yet?"
Monique turned around and pressed her back against the door.
"I-- Uh, who..."
"Who are you, what are you, I'm so scared, blah blah blah. I'll give you the short version: Hi, I'm a demon and my name is Alba, nice to meet you, let's get down to brass tacks."
"Uh, O-Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy--"
Alba recoiled in faux horror.
"Oh! Oh, no! She's saying the Lord's Prayer! What ever shall I do? I'm burning! I'm burning!" She burned Monique with her eyes, "You feel stupid, yet? 'Cause if you don't, I could keep going."
Alba hopped down from the counter.
"Stupidity's cute, ain't it? And let me tell you, you are being --so-- cute right now."
Monique backed away as Alba sashayed closer until the electric shock of the cold bathroom wall hit her in the spine. Alba slithered up to Monique in an almost grotesque display of malicious confidence. She put a broiling hand on Monique's distended gut and slipped the other behind the small of her back. Monique began to sweat from the sudden heat coming from Alba's furnace of a body.
"And you are so bad at lying that insulting would be a compliment."
Her hand glowed briefly, and Monique's belly deflated.
"Hey, hey! What's going on? Stop it! What are you doing?!"
"Something to piss you off."
"I-- Is that all?"
"Pfft, like I'd let you off that easy. Babe, we are going to have so much fun!"
Alba grabbed Monique's arms and tugged her into a stall.
"By the way, if you tell Hilda about any of this, I'll fucking kill you 'till you're dead."
"Who's--"
"Shut up."
Alba half-pushed, half-placed Monique on the toilet, and hastily sat on her lap. Monique was a chemistry set of emotions. Alba took a deep breath, as if to say "let's start over" and then played with Monique's hair. Her other hand was gently placed very high on Monique's thigh.
"Babe, you are so utterly and royally screwed, I hope you realize that. I mean, I don't really have a way to justify what I'm going to do to you, but you have a good enough list of sins to call it karma."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sloth, for one. Besides that, you're a pathological liar, and a bit of a perv to be honest. I mean, just how many times did you steal other girls' underwear in gym class? Forty five, forty six? And you sold a whole bunch of 'em to that kid who turned out to be a sex offender, so the cards aren't really stacked in your favor on this. Sorry!"
"Wha- I- H-How do you know that?!"
"I'm a fucking demon, do you really need to ask?"
Alba's hand glowed as it moved up from Monique's thigh to her stomach.
"Tell you what, Let me give you back that 'baby bump' and then some. I'm thinking that I'll put a good ol' curse on you..." Alba moved her fingers in a circle on her belly, "Liquidize all that delicious guilt you're carrying around into a fluid-- and plop it right in your belly!"
"Oh, god! Please, don't!"
Alba laughed.
"I wish I could! No, I'm going to put a neat little conduit in your gut. I mean, it's not as ironic, but you'll fill up with magicks till you burst, so who cares? Like I said, think of it as karma."
"Oh, god!"
"Exciting, right? I just figured out how to do it, too!"
Monique tried to pull herself up, but Alba was deceptively heavy. Evil is an incredibly dense material, after all. Alba laughed at the attempt.
"Babe, if I were you --and boy am I glad I'm not-- I would just sit tight and enjoy the ride while it lasts."
Something stirred deep inside Monique's abdomen, shifting and moving like an eel. Her stomach, no, her whole body heated up like a fire was kindled and growing in strength.
"Toasty, right?"
Alba rubbed her hand up to the hem of Monique's dress and dug her dagger-like finger under the cloth. An effortless twitch later, a four inch long rip cascaded up her thigh. Again on the other side, and her dress was utterly ruined. Alba gently grabbed hold of the inner corners of the rips, and with another effortless yank upward, the whole front of Monique's dress was ripped off like a bandaid.
"I want a better view."
The fiery stirring grew hotter and larger until Monique's whole body was practically cooking.
"Am I... glowing?" Monique said.
Indeed she was. It was faint, but a definite purple glow emanated from her belly.
"Well, look at that, your aura is purple. The more you know."
Monique cringed and clenched her teeth.
"Poor baby, you have a tummy-ache? Let momma kiss it bye-bye."
The purple glow brightened by just a hair, and a faint gurgle from her belly washed a wave of excitement over Alba, and threw Monique into a sea of terror. Her skin tightened all over, and she grunted impulsively.
"Come on, it's not that bad."
A slight paunch snuck its way forward. Monique glowed just a little brighter. Alba crossed her legs and drummed her fingers on Monique's thigh.
"Why is it so slow?"
Monique's brain attempted to process what was happening, but made it about halfway through before calling it a day. Alba sprang to her feet and stormed her way to the counter and hopped on. She shifted from position to position, staring at Monique as the poor victim slowly grew. Her entire body was filling simultaneously, and taking it's fucking time while it was at it. Monique's belly grew so slowly it might as well have been really pregnant. Her limbs were clearly stiff, so there was none of the rubbing and exploring that novices typically did, and quite honestly, the pace was so slow it really killed the mood. To sum it up, Alba was totally put off and quite irritated.
"Hurry the fuck up, you stupid conduit!"
Monique's body was torturously tight, and her limbs slowly straightened outward. It was getting harder to stay seated, especially because her back was pushing against the flusher.
"Umm... Excuse me? Miss, uh, demon lady?"
Alba sighed and dropped her head into her hands.
"It's Alba."
"Alba?"
"What?"
"Can, uh, can you please move me out of the stall? I'm getting stuck."
Monique's sides were glancing the stall walls, and she was close to getting trapped. Alba sighed again.
"Fine."
Alba hopped off the counter and yanked Monique out of the stall, though the remaining space in the bathroom wasn't very promising. At least she was finally getting round. She looked like a distorted Vitruvian woman with her comically round body and outstretched limbs. Alba tried to glean something exciting or erotic from it, but it wasn't really there for her.
"How do people find this sexy?" She mumbled.
Alba paced around Monique as she grew, like a scientist analyzing some data. Her breasts were bigger, but it wasn't mindblowing. Her ass was in the process of melding into her back, so nothing there. Overall, the sheer rotundity of Monique was underwhelming. Alba grabbed Monique's arms and wiggled them. No, the squeaking wasn't hot either. Alba grumbled and ran a fingernail along Monique's stomach. Sure enough, her skin squealed, as did Monique, in protest. Sure, the terror and misery was hot, but Alba could just as well torture someone without all this stupid waiting around. Alba sighed again.
"Well, color me bored."
Alba pressed a finger into Monique's skin, bringing the entranced girl back to her senses and screaming for mercy. That was the best one so far, but again with the torture thing. Alba was at a loss. Alba snapped her fingers and a phone appeared in her hand. She punched in some numbers and listened to the ringer.
"Yo Hilda. No, I don't care that you're working right now. No, I'm not moving out. No, I'm not-- you know, just shut up, okay? Listen, I'm inflating this chick right now-- shut up! I'm inflating some chick, and I just don't get it. What? What do you mean I 'can't go around inflating people' I'll do whatever I want! Listen, what about it is so sexy to you? No, this is an appropriate phone conversation. Because I said it is. Just answer my question! For fuck's sake, you can't not know! It's your fetish! I don't care that I'm repeating everything you're saying! Fuck you!"
Alba hung up the most bewildering conversation Monique had ever witnessed and sighed again. Monique was still growing, and nearly half of her limbs were swallowed up by her body. Her breasts were decently assimilated, and her body looked about five feet across.
"Man, that glowing is annoying. How you doing?"
Monique attempted a shrug. "Alright, I guess. I'm not really going to explode, am I?"
"With any hope, you will. But at this rate, I really don't know."
It was amazing how relaxing it was to watch your supposed dominatrix stumble over every possible hurdle to your demise. It could even be called therapeutic.
Alba sat on the counter and dejectedly stared at Monique.
"You're not scared?"
"Well, I know I should be. But I don't really feel like I'm in any danger. I just sort of figure you'll mess it up and I'll be fine."
"Fucking fantastic."
"Do you want me to act scared?"
"...No."
"Come on, I could scream a bit, beg for my soul or something?"
"Why would I want your crappy soul?"
The last bits of Monique's limbs sank into her body, leaving her just a sphere with two hands and feet, with a head on top. She just barely graced the ceiling.
"That's not the point-- and could you roll me forward a bit?"
Alba shrugged and obliged her request, then hopped back on the counter.
"Thanks. Anyway, I could just act scared. Would that make you feel better?"
Alba pulled up her legs and wrapped her arms around them. "...I guess, yeah."
"Ahem... Oh god! God, help me! Please, someone! I'm so tight! My skin feels like a drum! I-- ah, ah, oh god! I don't know how much bigger I can get! I could burst at any second!"
Alba tried to hide the smile growing on her face, but just couldn't help it.
"Okay, fine. I feel a little better."
"See? That's better."
Monique's body pushed against the ceiling and bulged outward. Her skin began to creak.
"You know, I actually kind of like the purple glow. It's soothing."
"I... guess it looks kind of nice... in a stupid way."
"See? I knew you-- liked it. Oh, oh the pressure just kicked up to eleven. Nnng, I thought it was tight before!"
"Boy, were you wrong."
"I-- ooh, jeez. I uh, I really-- am going to p-p am I?"
"Oh yeah."
"Is th-there at least... Some-- way I can s-slow it down?" Monique's face was dark red. Her body was groaning all over and the purple glowing was getting brighter and brighter.
"Not any slower than it is right now."
"Haah-- Have to say, this-- kinda sucks."
"I bet."
"Mm, I really think this it!"
"You really look big."
"Nnng, Alba! Please, stop it! I don't-- want to-- Alba! Are you-- even paying attention! I'm doing ev--erything I can here!"
Alba sighed again. "Fine. Ha ha ha. You'll meet your doom. I'm evil."
The groaning was getting unbearable.
"Come-- on! Alba I'm tr--ying to make you feel-- better! The least you could do-- is.. Is...oh, man! Ah! Ow! Ow! Alba, just-- try to at least--"
That's the furthest Monique got. Unfortunately, she really did explode, like Alba thought she would. And it was a good and big boom, at least. Not devastating, but pretty loud. Monique's skin was scattered all over the place, and the entire room was filled with a soft purple glow.
"Man, that sucked."
Alba dejectedly hopped off the counter and sighed before snapping her fingers and vanishing. Seconds later, the curious crowd burst through the door. It was a good thing Alba got out of there when she did, or else would have been quite the explanation to have to give. Especially the part where some people suddenly grew antlers, or turned into toads, or shot fire out of their fingers as the magicks dissipated from the room. Don't worry, it was only temporary. | null | [
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*Interlude II*
*The Bloodstained Blonde*
"What resplendence, what beauty! Poetry in motion is to die and walk among the star flowers for a mere glimpse at divinity, to toil in a god's name for years to hear the voice of your patron? The things we do in the name of connecting to our gods are nearly limitless and in the end we can only but glimpse at the power of the divine pillars that hold up our world.*
*Even so, to those who take this path, life has a unique and powerful meaning- it isn't the first thought of the common man to question why his disease suddenly breaks any more than he would the first or last breath in his lungs. The common man never questions the source of miracles, nor how they are paid for."
-Unknown*
*Letters From the Gods Volume 114*
*The Cherub*
The world could be thought of as a sea of specific and occasionally non-specific places, wrapped tightly in the threads of mundane existence were the means to access them if properly trained. Yamma was too 'young' to really understand the ins and outs of how such things worked, and realistically she shouldn't have been allowed to access this travel at all- the Collective had assigned her to a charge; she was meant to be with Amaranth, not wandering the world.
But the goddess Isira had pulled her aside for a moment after Amaranth touched her and consigned their agreement. That moment was a specific moment in the world of non-specific ones that mortals existed within. It wouldn't hurt Amaranth, but still- it had been a show of defiance, a failure of duty. Yamma would surely be punished if the Collective found out. Or, dare she think it, the Holy Elisandra Herself.
Yet, for all her concern for her charge and herself, she couldn't help but be fascinated by Isira's presence. Even outside of this dingy little plaster and wood home, She lit up the area around Her like a beacon. Amaranth by comparison cast off a candle's glow in her mind. Yamma still hadn't composed herself into a physical body yet- no sense in scaring the locals, but she was getting ready to when Isira knocked on the door to the house. Strange. Why would She?
The answer came a moment later when an attractive looking older woman opened the door with a walking stick in one hand and a basket of gardening tools in the other. Her brown hair was bound loosely behind her head and long strands hung down either side of her age-rounded features, almost concealing the spots where her eyes should have been. Yamma could tell instantly that her eyelids concealed no bulge like most of the humanoids she'd encountered. Even so, the woman's eyes remained closed as if she was going out of her way not to scare people but she was too proud to wear a mask.
The way she wore her field dress and blouse marked her as a worker of some sort, but she still carried herself as if she was the best worker....person she could be. Maybe it was Amaranth's abiding respect for inner strength or her own growing awareness of her own tastes, but Yamma liked her instantly.
Even as the brown haired woman opened the door she was starting into some rehearsed speech with a gentle lilt. "Don't get many visitors unless their looking for alms or trying to make me 'see the light,' so lemmie warn you up front, I'm broke and the last thing I saw got me so hot and bothered I never wanted to see again, so the bar is set pretty high if you're trying to surprise me."
Isira actually stalled for a second before she chuckled. "In more polite circles that might be considered rude to rebuff a visitor, Leslie."
Yamma tuned out their conversation to her peripheral senses. Something was off here. This Leslie woman radiated an aura, not quite divine in nature but there was a faint touch of natural magic to her. It glowed vines up her spinal column and in the back of her brain, a soft purple radiance that the cherub felt a certain pull from. Like a long lost connection to a world that had long since ceased to exist. In the world of mortals, this woman, this farmer? She was a specific place. How was that possible?
Isira was mid-sentence when Yamma turned her attention to the two again. "-I am willing to imagine things for you and you're ready to throw them away already?" She tutted. "Hardly fair."
"I have a great imagination," Leslie said casually. "Like right now I imagine you meandering down the road to the Kettle and getting drunk before you go around pretending to be a goddess. At least then people will write you off as being sloshed instead of insane. Won't that be fun?" The woman turned back into her house. "And tell your friend that leering over your shoulder isn't doing your case any good."
Yamma startled for the first time in her comparably short existence.
The door slammed.
Isira looked at the door for a moment and then spared Yamma a glance. Her angular features turned a little sour, mildly irritated and somehow proud. She spoke with a faint bemusement. "Little Keiter, what have you brought me this time, hm?"
"She's different." Yamma dared express. "She can see me***"
"Indeed she can, and somehow not me."
"Maybe you should demonstrate to her? I- forgive me, goddess, I ha-"
"We've talked about this, dear. Call me Isira if you must call me anything." The goddess eyed the woman's home thoughtfully, smiling a touch as She did so. "I like her, she's going to be fun. Do you know how long its been since I had fun with someone?"
For some reason that stung and Yamma couldn't figure out why. "I should get back to my charge-"
"Before you go," no sooner did the words leave Her finely sculpted lips than both She and Yamma were in the mortal's home. A tired looking place coated in a thin layer of dust and decorated by clothing hanging on the walls- and a jar of ashes spilled on the floor. The ashes had a human tint to them*** Odd.
Leslie stiffened and wheeled on the new visitors with her walking stick raised in a pathetic show of defense. Her posture was sloppy and loose, she was about as threatening as a blade of grass but Isira stayed out of her swing range all the same. "I am not easily offended, you know. Every once in a while I find someone that can push that boundary, though-"
"How'd you-"
"I'm not going to hurt you, Leslie, you can relax."
The mortal 'watched' the two intruders warily, somehow tracking Yamma as she shifted her presence side to side. A very strange mortal indeed. "Your friend looks kindda jumpy- let's keep things friendly, huh?"
"Yes, cherubs always have been a little disconnected and curious. If not, they'd not be able to fulfill their function! But rather than bore you with the details, I'd like to talk to you about that necklace you're wearing***"
Leslie clutched her staff a little tighter. "This is where I say something like I don't know what you're talking about, or how about 'get the hell out of my home'? That sounds pretty appropriate, too."
Isira shifted Her presence towards Yamma. In a stage voice She murmured. "I think she fears I'll do her harm, what say you, little one, would I-"
"Not helping your case! Listen, you had a joke at the blind woman's expense, har har now for your sanity and my sake, kindly piss off, yeah?"
"Tch," Isira tutted. "Let's try this again; Keiter brought you to me- quite agreeably- and I'm here to make a proposition***"
That stopped Leslie momentarily, eventually she settled her attention on Isira and pouted her lips. "I....don't tell me. This was all some kind of con game, right? Boo hoo, I'm a helpless little elf in a big human world who-"
"Keiter is anything but an elf! For one, no pointy ears and a rather substantial endowment- some of my better work, I must say." When Leslie opened her mouth to retort Isira cut her off with a playful chuckle. "But then you'd know that better than most, hm?"
The woman blushed.
Not only did she blush, she went completely red.
Isira rocked back on Her sandal clad feet with a smug grin. "Yes, he can be rather persuasive when he wants to be. It's a shame I never could convince the woman who trained him to join me, but Sarah was always a bit....damaged." She paused for effect. "So then, can we be friends?"
"I- I'm warming to it....but if someone claiming to be a goddess showed up at your door, you'd be a little suspicious too."
The goddess chuckled ruefully. "I would be very, very suspicious indeed, but let's dispense with the pleasantries! I'm going to approach you slowly, and then you'll see what I'm trying to show you. Sound good?"
Leslie stiffened a little, easing her weight back. "I reserve the right to smack you in the shin if you try to hurt me."
"You would not be the first to do so, sadly!" In two feline strides She eased into Leslie's space and took the mortal's cheeks gingerly. Her presence swelled to encompass the room in warmth and that subtle kind of power She exuded. Isira let the room fill with Her presence until Leslie finally let go of the 'weapon'.
It clattered to the ground.
Yamma angled herself to a better position to watch. Leslie grabbed Isira's hands, opening eyes the purest silver grey the world had ever known. The little mortal stared up at Isira's face utterly lost in Her magnificence. In this slice of non-specific time the two women lost one another and became one spirit, Yamma could feel the shift of the woman from passive observer to active and willing participant in the exchange. The power they shared was just that- shared- with neither taking more than was freely offered and Isira, for Her part in it ensured the older woman had all she could handle.
It wasn't just a transfer of energies but a bonding of acceptance and new connections. They were having some private conversation that would never be spoken of in any language or by any tongue but within that conversation they shared a lifetime of stories, ideals, hopes and dreams.
But like anything, it too came to an end. Isira's presence shrunk to her physical being and She held the mortal. "I need a paladin. I like your application, so here I am! What do you say, hm? Up for the job?"
Leslie gaped, moments later she began to weep***
Yamma didn't understand why but Isira seemed to. She enfolded the woman in a hug as they sunk to the ground together. Awkwardness was a new sensation to the young Cherub, but she immediately disliked it; watching someone cry- itself an irksome, abstract concept to her- and not understanding why wasn't fair to anyone involved.
Not knowing how else she could handle the situation, she resorted to her first impulse: checking up on Amaranth. If Isira wanted help raising a paladin, She knew where to find Yamma***
Strangely, and not for the first time, the little cherub hoped She knew that, too.
\#
Back within the specific world of mortal places- and at the specific place where Amaranth was expiring, Yamma reached through, manifesting her physical form with a soft crunch of gravel and muck being the only announcement of her presence. No fanfare, no grand statements of divinity*** Just the quiet, woefully mundane grinding of rocks and bloody dirt.
It was almost sacrilegious in some non-specific way: she was the herald of a new cleric, an agent of the Holy Elisandra and not a single horn was blown for her.
"Hmph."
A pull at her divine senses dragged her attention to a prone, broken form splattered with blood and muck from the road-side ditch that served as its grave. The familiar, the candle that she'd been assigned, languishing like a dancer with broken limbs. Forgotten. Alone.
That thought bothered Yamma. She'd died alone, doing her duty to her lord and to her goddess. That much Amaranth had been prepared for, but the thought that she'd lost her unborn child to that duty- that an innocent, the life she had a hand in bringing up-
No.
Yamma stopped the swirling mass of thoughts exuded by the shell of Amaranth. The anguish and pain she could comprehend, but the complex torrent roiling around her from the dead woman was too much to handle. The cherub forced herself to center as she'd been trained to- she had a job to do and her time to do it was running out.
Dame Amaranth, the half-elven knight that couldn't have the one thing she wanted the most. Not yet, anyway. Judging by the gaping hole in her stomach- the one that had welled up and filled with coagulating blood even now, there wasn't much Yamma would need to reconstruct. Just enough to seal her up and get her body going again. The cherub communicated it to her Collective, receiving a light admonishment for being so tardy. She didn't dare explain why, even as they asked in unison.
Instead, Yamma touched the only muck-free spot she found on the dead woman's face. Her black glove flared briefly with blue energy that rippled through her entire core- the Collective's combined energies, each taken from their respective charge- flickered and swelled. Some of the Collective reported that their charge died but with so many clerics, the transfer was easy.
The bonding, however was anything but.
Amaranth's natural inclination, even now, was to protect. Her duke and lover, her child, her other lover....all of these things she'd failed, all she wanted to do was protect herself now. As her body was forcefully restarted, as wounds mended with the collections of a hundred thousand other clerics and cherubs and as her final memories burned themselves into Yamma's own mind, the woman began screaming.
Yamma panicked. This wasn't supposed to happen. Mortals weren't supposed to be able to control themselves until the bonding was complete! Gods, was Yamma destroying her? Already?! Her first charge and she was going to destroy it already-
She almost stopped. She almost let the woman drop back down to the dirt. But Isira was beside her. The goddess touched her hand and without a word, held it to Amaranth's forehead as the Collective's power surged through the conduit within her. The screaming stopped a few moments after and an incredibly cold sensation blasted Yamma's hair back.
The cold was refreshing, it cooled her sweaty skin and froze the tingling in her extremities. The drain on her physical form was incredible but with this new sensation she felt as though she could go forever- she felt better than good. She felt safe. Was this what the Collective had meant when they'd spoke of a cleric's 'channel?'
It was common for Cherubs to be the first to experience a new cleric's ability to channel their divine gifts, sometimes it was pleasant- most often, it was horrifying. There were tales of cherub's physical bodies being reduced to a pile of sludge and still being forced to maintain contact to finalize the transfer.
It seemed Yamma had gotten off easy. Days burned themselves one after another in the forest- creatures came to claim pieces of the dead soldiers rotting on the path, giving Yamma and Isira plenty of breadth, when the flow of energy finally subsided and Yamma's white blouse was stained with sweat, Isira let her pull away.
The moment she was released she dissolved her clothing and replaced it with something clean, her hair and skin following suit quickly thereafter. Amaranth's traits were already asserting themselves and Yamma did not want to make a bad first impression on her first charge.
But then she looked at the broken half-elf laying there, looking up at the sky with unblinking eyes. The horror of her last moments replayed endlessly in her mind but there was something off, something wrong. Yamma didn't understand the significance of the child swirling about Amaranth's mind. Protecting the duke, protecting the other man she slept with? Understandable. The child***
That was probably irrelevant. She'd failed her duty in her mind, but that didn't make any sense. "I don't understand***"
"Hm?" Isira cooed as combed the dead woman's hair back. Even with the mud and viscera, She stroked Amaranth's hair back like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"A child was involved. She held a child close to her body, above failing the men she loved, she feels she failed her the most." Yamma eyed the goddess warily. "The thing you spoke of through me when I met her. Her daughter."
Isira sighed, "She would have been such a wonderful mother." After a moment She added. "She had dreams of becoming a member of the elven council, to build relations between the races- fitting, really."
"I don't understand what a child has to do with that. She's meant to guide and educate," Yamma paused momentarily. "It was her daughter who was going to become the council member, wasn't it?"
"Who knows?" Isira stood with a flippant smile. "Even I can't see the future- but don't tell anyone that."
"It's unnecessary, then." Yamma approached her charge, reaching for the woman's forehead.
"No."
"No?"
"No." Isira said firmly. "Don't rob her of her memories- don't compel to be silent about this***"
"But-"
"I know your collective will say it's necessary, but there are benefits to leaving her as pure as she can be- the girl's spirit is strong, if you give her a purpose worth fighting for, she will give you everything she can and then find more." For a goddess of pleasure, Isira's straightforwardness surprised Yamma a fair bit. But She wasn't done. She strolled to the little cherub and cupped her cheeks.
"I'm going to let you in on a little secret*** No one will punish you if you break the rules a little. You need to experiment and try new things if either of you are going to be satisfied." The goddess glanced up briefly, a sly smile crossing her pouted lips. She leaned in, purring in Yamma's ear. "I'll show you something you can only have if you leave her soul as it is."
"W- I don't-"
"One day*** One day when you're both comfortable, you will experience passion through her skin. You'll know what it's really like, and you will cry my name with her voice."
"A- Are you- are you trying to bribe me?"
"Mmm, food for thought." She pulled back, winked, and then vanished.
Yamma frowned in the chill left by the absence of Her presence. Not because she was upset by the 'offer' but rather because she was tempted by it.
\#
Experiment***
Experiment?
Why not?
Yamma stood over her charge calmly. Her pupilless white eyes scanned over the bloodied knight while she rifled through the woman's thoughts in kind, trying to understand the choices she'd made in her life, the triumphs and the regrets. Most of it was irrelevant garbage to her ordered mind; snippets of time loosely organized in some deference to the world around her. After all, she was only an elf-blooded woman. She couldn't possibly effect change except by leading by example. Both human and elves would come to respect someone that didn't beg for or demand equality-
Yamma quickly got bored of the diatribe. The opinions of mortal races were anything but relevant to the goings on of the larger world- obviously, or Amaranth would have been able to talk down the dragon's agent instead of dying at the monster's hands.
No, this was going to have to change. But before that, there was something else that nagged at Yamma as it had Amaranth in life. The unruly mane of red hair splayed around her head like a halo of blood. It was an affront to a well ordered life and it was- had been- so damn unmanageable. It couldn't even be braided properly!
Experimentation, then, would start there; with something that bugged them both. So long as no one saw what happened*** Yamma cut her link to the collective, citing 'training purposes' and crouched over the woman.
She was careful not to muddy her boots or her suit, lifting a strand of hair experimentally. She drew from Amaranth's natural energy to shape it into all manner of different things, tugging one way and another trying different styles. Once infused, it melded smoothly as wet noodle while conserving as much of the woman's soul as possible. Yamma turned it black, brown, white, gold- then started cycling through every color Amaranth had ever encountered. In the space of a moment she settled upon a flaxen color that framed the side of the woman's face in a gentle light.
It looked good on her*** A little straightening, shortening to her chin. Yes. Manageable and clean. Yamma crunched her gloves in irritation, she was going to have to get her hands dirty. Reluctantly, she plowed her hands through the rest of the woman's hair- straightening it first and then infusing it's new color. Maybe something lighter was in order, though. Something to contrast her sharp features. Something tawny? No, a shade of hay blonde. Yes, she liked the memories of blonde Amaranth had.
Yamma was just about to change the stripe of brownish hair when Amaranth came back to life. Wide eyed and full of terror, she threw her hands out to shove Yamma away and scrambled back with a scattered gurgle of syllables choked off by the blood in her throat.
The cherub straightened out her jacket, dusted the already crusting hand print on her lapel and waited- oh, did she wait- for Amaranth to collect herself. The bloodied woman looked left and right in her would be death pit, clawing at her battered plate armor, at her throat. She opened her mouth wide and convulsed-
What the hell was she doing?
Yamma started to feel faint. A tightness in her chest. In her throat. Something was deeply wrong here. Amaranth scrabbled against her armor some more-
She was trying to breathe- oh! Yamma had forgot that part.
Oops.
So as not to appear panicked, Yamma shifted herself behind her charge and touched the woman's side. The divine spark of life swelled within and exploded into the mix of air and other substances mortals needed- Amaranth celebrated by doubling over and vomiting up the contents of her throat before she gagged down a load of rancid meat smelling air.
That forced Yamma to experience the stink of rotting meat and blood. She tried not to let it show as she shifted her presence back in front of the woman and clasped her hands behind her back lightly. "I have good news!"
Amaranth looked up with blank, glazed eyes. Did she even understand what she was being told? Had Yamma forgotten those parts too, somehow? No, surely not- she'd gotten there soon enough to preserve her mental functions.
"Good news, yes. Do you know what I am?"
The woman looked side to side shakily.
"You were dead, but the Holy Elisandra has seen to restore you to life for your years of dedica-" Amaranth vomited again. "-yes. It's exciting, I know. Ah- Are- are you all right?"
"Nguh-huh***"
That nagging sensation that Yamma forgot some vital piece cropped up again. "Yes, I know this is a trying moment, but allow me to be the first to welcome you to an eternity of service. My name is Yamma, I will be your direct connection to the Holy Elisandra and your advocate and guide in the application of your new gifts.
"We have a lot of ground to cover, but we'll start with the essentials." Yamma pointedly ignored the woman's bloodshot, exhausted stare. "You've agreed to serve your goddess, in return She's granted you all the tools you'll need to carry out that mission. You've also-"
"Ric- Rich- Richard," She coughed out.
In all this, she was still worried about her charge*** She really was one of Elisandra's children. "I'm afraid he's dead-"
"N- No!"
"I did warn you," Yamma eased away as the woman clawed herself out of the gutter. In the blink of an eye she shifted herself to the crest of the hill. Amaranth was crawling to the form of a dead man who's skull cap had been cut off. She laid her head on his body and cried.
This was not going the way Yamma had imagined it would.
Flustered, the cherub paced while the new cleric emptied her heart into the man's back. Amaranth clutched the empty shell of a person that had been her lover, Markus, she whimpered entreaties in a tongue Yamma didn't understand and, more than anything, she burned daylight.
"We really should be going," Yamma started. "There are many things you have to learn before the first day-"
"Why?!"
Yamma was surprised when the woman wheeled on her, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. "Why what?"
"Why did you let them die?! If I couldn't protect them-"
"You did your best-"
"They still died! You said- You-" The woman scanned the ground left and right. Searching her memories. Yamma realized her own mistake the moment the half-elf opened her mouth. "You said I could save him! You said Richard was alive!"
"But-"
"You said he was alive! That- That I could help!" The woman wept over the corpse, her eyes were hollow and faded with a million pains beyond expression.
Yamma deliberately kept her link closed off from the woman; she was supposed to be abject compared to the divinity Yamma represented, but some part of the cherub wasn't ready to cast her that low- she *felt* the passion Isira had spoken of. Still, Yamma had to put the new cleric in her place. "I- I don't need to explain myself to you. You were chosen by your goddess because She needs you. Your service has been acknowledged! This should be the happiest day of your miserable life!"
Amaranth clutched the dead man protectively and wept into what was left of his cheek.
This cycle continued for several hours until the sunset finally washed away the evening and brought a veil of gloom over the forest. With it came the purr of crystalline structures in the clouds, moving so subtly no humanoid would see them and yet they brought a surge of energy that made the short hair on Yamma's physical body prickle. She shuddered unconsciously as she shifted towards her charge.
"Are you done?"
The look she got was venomous. Angry. A brief glimpse at their link spoke of nothing but hatred. Yamma ignored it. They had bigger problems. "I have given you as much time as I can, the time to make a choice is at hand; you're being charged by your patron to help Her in the eternal struggle against ignorance. She needs you to guide-"
"Why***"
Yamma looked at her flatly. "This is not going to help you-"
"Why did you lie to me? You said I could help them-"
"And you can. You will." Yamma lied. "There was no time to let you debate whether or not you would serve. We are only allowed to come to mortals when they're drawing their last breath- securing consent is a very time sensitive thing." She crouched down, careful not to wrinkle her suit. "You were bleeding to death, nothing I could have done would have prevented that or prolonged the inevitable***
"We serve the Holy Elisandra, Amaranth. We know the conditions that come with that, you knew She would call on you if She thought you were worthy. Even if the timing was inopportune. You should be happy, you-"
"Leave me***" The woman croaked. "Leave."
Yamma rose. "I can do that." She started to turn away but, feeling her charge's eyes upon her, she looked back. "You should know that if you snub Her invitation, I'll take back what was given to you- your second chance will go to someone who wants it and you will lay here with your men*** Mostly."
Amaranth clutched Markus tighter. "W- What do you mean?"
She was careful. She danced around the topic using only the words she was allowed to by the collective and the terms of her service. "I'll be required to take back the spark that gives you life and since you and I are bound, that will mean I'll have to decouple myself in order to do so, so I can find another who wants this opportunity*** That means your soul will be left to drift, lost to your body and unable to transcend to the gods' realm. Is that what you want?"
"Y- You tricked me***" Her voice came out as a haggard growl. Then she wept some more.
This was getting tiresome. "The gods chose their servants, Amaranth. Ammy." That got her attention. "But they are not without a sense of fairness to mortals. I'm authorized to give you a favor upon Her behalf for your service***" They watched one another for a moment. Yamma peeked into her mind; there was a burning image at the forefront. "Yes, her. The dragon's daughter. If you feel it would bring you peace, we can hunt her down."
For the moment Amaranth pacified herself with thoughts of revenge and how she'd enact it. It was trite, maybe, but it gave Yamma time to wrap up the other business. "You've been granted powers fitting your abilities and mentality, the Holy Elisandra has given you these gifts to carry out Her will, you'll never age from this moment forward and you'll never need to worry about getting sick. That's the good news***"
The half-elf stared at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. At least she was amiable about it.
"Mortal wounds can still kill you- in fact, if you're doing what you're meant to, you'll die much like you did right here rather than of old age." Yamma briefly considered letting her know about the laws of conservation, but decided they had other things to deal with at the moment. They needed to get some kind of shelter set up. "There is also the matter of channeling Her power....something you should be familiar with by now; drawing clerics from paladins tends to be smoother. That ability will work differently now, but you can use it effectively forever if you so chose.
"From what I've gathered, your ability to channel protects! Quite useful and fitting, don't you think?" Yamma forced a smile she didn't feel as the woman looked at her hand. She seemed to remember how it'd been bent at a sideways angle before she died and so she looked away before sparing Yamma a glance.
"You still lied to me***"
"Would you rather I let you die? You're too valuable to us- to your goddess and to the world at large. I am not your friend, Amaranth, I am your guide*** I was chosen specifically to bring you into the fold."
"What- what does She want of me?"
Yamma hesitated. She thought about what the Collective had told her; to turn her into a guardian of one of Elisandra's temples. And then she considered Isira's proposal***
She broke one of what would become a series of rules when she lied to her charge: "She wants you to raise an army, Amaranth....a holy army."
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Chapter 15: A Wet Day (September 22nd 2019 A.D. - Monday 6:00 AM)
Kitsune lay beside Ozwot, softly breathing as he slept peacefully. Ozwot shook awake, he lifted his body up and looked at the fox sleeping sweetly beside him. He could hear the sound of rain hitting against the building as he rubbed Kitsune's head fur softly as to not wake him. He crawled from the bed, still only moving slightly so he would not wake Kitsune. He picked up a pair of jeans from the floor, put them on, zipped them up, and then he walked into the living room. He opened the door to the outside and walked out slowly and shut the door.
(Fifteen minutes later) Kitsune awoke, he lifted up slightly and looked about. "Hun" he said rather loudly, trying to find his mate "Hun". He got out of the bed and then rubbed at the collar around his neck. He sat up from the bed and walked over to the window, he looked outside, the rain was pouring down heavily, mud was all over the grounds. Suddenly something caught Kitsune's eye. Far off was a shadow in the rain, he couldn't make it out well, his eyes had not adjusted and only large things were easily perceptible. Slowly the shadow grew larger as it flew towards the window. Kitsune tried to focus his eyes, it grew closer and closer. He opened the window quickly and stuck his head out. His eyes were still failing him. The shadow flew closer and then lifted up. Kitsune looked directly up, and the shadow flew over top the building.
Kitsune stepped back from the window and closed it slowly. He could feel his heart pound and his arms shake slightly. "Am...I dreaming?" he asked himself "What was that?"
He looked around, and then down noticing he was in his normal sleeping outfit, a white over shirt that covered up his sheath only slightly, his balls still hanging out below its length. He walked over to the bag lying near the door, and unzipped it. He pulled out a pair of blue jeans and put them on. He suddenly heard the living room door open, then his head lifted quickly and he backed up slightly.
'Oh no...is it that shadow? W-why would it be coming here...it must know I saw it...oh no...where is Ozwot...oh no oh no' thought Kitsune. He saw the door knob of the room start to move. The door slowly opened, Kitsune's eyes still had not adjusted completely, he saw a figure and pounced into the air towards it. He landed on the figure taking him to the ground with a thud.
"Whoa, it's too early for that hun" came Ozwot's voice. Kitsune pulled his head back and rubbed his eyes. Slowly they focused and he could see his mate under him. "S-sorry" apologized Kitsune. "It's alright" replied Ozwot "but can you get off my stomach, you're just getting yourself wet". Kitsune crawled off of Ozwot and stood to his feet. Ozwot did the same and then looked at Kitsune.
"What was that all about?" asked Ozwot. "Over active imagination" answered Kitsune blushing. "Oh, alright" Ozwot said smiling. "What were you doing?" questioned Kitsune. "Umm...Walking in the rain" answered Ozwot "just around the building, it felt hot in here and I wanted to cool off". "Oh, okay" breathed Kitsune walking close to Ozwot and laying his head into his chest.
"Oh. Did I scare you?" asked Ozwot as he put his arms around Kitsune "you're shaking, what's wrong?" "N-nothing, I thought I saw something earlier" replied Kitsune rubbing his cheek into Ozwot's chest. "Alright foxy, you need to calm down" Ozwot smiled "Go sit on the couch and I'll make you some food okay?" "A-alright love" Said Kitsune. Ozwot took a paw and lifted Kitsune's muzzle up by his chin and stared into his eyes. He pushed forward, making there lips meet, then he closed his eyes softly. He pulled his head back stroking Kitsune's cheek.
"Whatever you saw I'm sure was just your imagination" spoke Ozwot letting go of his mate. Kitsune nodded and walked over and sat on the couch.
(30 minutes later, he and Oz ate their breakfast together on the couch)
Kitsune picked up his bag and put it on his back, feeling the heavy weight of his books and materials. Ozwot Walked out of the room, wearing a black long sleeved shirt. Kitsune winked at him and giggled.
"What?" asked Ozwot confusedly. Kitsune walked up slowly and then slipped a paw into Ozwot's pants and began to rub at his sheath gently. Ozwot murred slightly and then backed up, pushing Kitsune's paw out of his pants. "You need to wear underwear, hun" smirked Kitsune pecking a kiss on Ozwot's nose. "How'd you know I wasn't wearing any?" asked Ozwot. "How did I know? Hmmm a good guess really" spoke Kitsune "but I wasn't sure until I rubbed". Kitsune giggled again and then licked Ozwot's nose. "Let's get to class love" spoke Kitsune. Ozwot nodded and blushed lightly. They walked out the door together, Kitsune's tail wagging happily as he rubbed his cheek against Ozwot's shoulder.
(Meanwhile, with Ryu)
Ryu put his bag on his back as he looked at the door leading outside, Kagome walked up and stood beside him wearing a long black sweater. "TV says it will be raining all day" spoke Ryu "Glad you're wearing something to cover yourself". Ryu rubbed her shoulder lightly. Kagome opened the door and walked out. Suddenly they heard shuffling from the room and Ryu turned about and saw the door quickly open, Sakura standing there huffing and puffing.
"You guys weren't gonna leave me were you!?" she asked hurriedly. "No" replied Kagome "We were gonna wait at the bottom of the steps". "Oh" breathed Sakura, then she shrugged "oh well, dressed now". She walked through the door and opened it. They all walked out, and down the steps.
Kitsune sat there, hugging at Ozwot's arm, as the rain poured down. Ryu walked up towards them followed by Sakura, and Kagome.
"So you guys ready?" asked Ryu. Kitsune quickly turned around and smiled. "Heya Ryu, yeah we're ready" replied Kitsune. "Are you ever gonna sleep in the dorm?" asked Sakura. "I'm so sorry, I'm trying, I mean it" spoke Kitsune "Just to tell the truth it's been hard to get to sleep without him". "Whatever you say" spoke Ryu "you paid for the thing".
"Let's get to classes before we're late" spoke Sakura walking out onto the grounds as Rain continued pouring down. Kitsune and the others followed behind.
(10 minutes, Ryu, Kitsune, and Ozwot walk into the anthropology class).
Kitsune sat in his spot, beside Ozwot, as Ryu sat in his spot. Shadow calmly walked into the class room. "Hey guys, Yosh is sick and caught some bug that's going around" spoke Shadow as she sat down. "Okay" spoke Ryu.
"Wonder where Ryan is" Kitsune said to himself. "He's probably staying in his dorm, he was really sick yesterday" assumed Ozwot. "Oh yeah" breathed Kitsune Reaching into his bag and throwing his stuff onto the desk as did all the other furs. He looked about the room calmly. Suddenly the sounds of echoing footsteps could be heard walking down the steps. He looked and saw Mr. Jefferies in a very cheerful mood. The bell rang and the entire class grew silent. Mr. Jefferies leaned against his desk and smiled, looking quite happy.
"Alright, let's see if I got a good class" he spoke happily "What happened to the human civilization?" Only a few paws went into the air, including Ozwot's. "Yes you the white furred wolf" Called Mr. Jefferies, pointing towards Ozwot. "Oh yeah, well, the human's were creatures who always started wars among themselves, in the end, they destroyed themselves with nuclear weapons" answered Ozwot as he stood up "human's always claimed to have superior intellect but no other species has wiped themselves out before".
"Very good" clapped Mr. Jefferies smiling "Humans left many things behind, so they are easy to study, many of the things you will discover may be unbelievable to you, but humans were cruel and undignified people...well a large sum anyways, they weren't all bad. But today we will be learning quite a few things, now take notes as I explain this and if you have any questions please ask, after my lecture we will watch a video and you will see the anatomy of a human being".
"Ewww gross a human penis" came a voice from the back. "Amazing, you are correct it is the male anatomy you will be looking at" Spoke Mr. Jefferies "The reason we look at it first is because humans were more so lead by men, while in our culture both men and women can become rulers, if they match requirements". Moments passed and Kitsune's eyes grew heavy as he struggled to scribble down notes then he felt a paw on his thigh, he looked over to see Ozwot smiling at him, Ozwot leaned towards Kitsune's ear.
"Don't fall asleep, hun" whispered Ozwot "you'll miss something great".
"Therefore, the cats, dogs, monkeys, rodents, snakes, lizards, and even the birds of old were pets to the humans" spoke Mr. Jefferies "Got it notarized?" "Okay, now I will begin the video, and in this video, The human is a simulation, but as you know with the technology we have today, this is exactly how they looked. Oh and who can Tell me what the time period was called when humans walked the earth?" asked Mr.Jefferies. Few paws flew up for this one, but Ozwot's and Shadow's were in the bunch that did.
"Yes you, the female cat near the white wolf" spoke Mr.Jefferies. "The humans walked in a period called, B.A. Which stands for before anthropomorphism" answered Shadow "right?" "Correct, very good, it seems I do have a good class, now Time to start the movie, on the human anatomy" spoke Mr. Jefferies. "Woot!" shouted Ozwot "Free porn". The entire class chuckled and Mr.Jefferies turned around calmly with the video in his paw. "I'll let that slide, but you had best be careful, I don't stand for that kind of thing" scolded Mr.Jefferies as he turned back around, and then slipped the video into the VCR.
'Thousands of years of advancement above humans and we still use their viewing devices' thought Ozwot, he slowly moved his paw over Kitsune's thigh lightly as he thought this. Kitsune looked at him with a blush over his face. Ozwot only smirked as he removed his paw, and picked up a pencil.
(1 hour 35 minutes later)
The bell suddenly rang, as the human's erection began to pre on the video and then it was shut off.
"Okay, okay, we didn't really study much I just hope you wrote down the body parts, and noticed the similarities between anthro furs and humans" spoke Mr.Jefferies. The group stood and walked for the door, Kitsune's paw was being held by Ozwot.
"Time for lunch sweetie" spoke the wolf, as he smiled "come on, let's go eat". Ozwot took lead and began to pull Kitsune forward, He lead him into the crowd of furs. They went outside and Ozwot put Kitsune to a wall. Kitsune blushed slightly as the furs passed through the doors watching them.
"We ate already an hour ago" spoke Ozwot giggling "so I think I'll have something sweet". Ozwot held Kitsune's arms, and leaned forward, pressing his lips into Kitsune's. Kitsune closed his eyes, as his lips met with Ozwot's, slowly the wolfs' tongue entered his maw, it slowly ran against his own tongue.
Kitsune murred slightly into the kiss, as Ozwot's tongue rubbed all around his muzzle, before he began to rub his own tongue against his mates. Ozowot pulled away and then nipped Kitsune's nose. "Mmm, thank you love" spoke Kitsune. "Oh no, thank you" spoke Ozwot rubbing Kitsune's arm softly. Kitsune giggled and licked Ozwot's nose.
"Fucking queers!" came a shout, Kitsune and Ozwot both looked to the right, to see a male Coyote, pointing a finger towards them, he had a badge on his shirt. Ryu walked out of the entrance door not but a few inches from the coyote with Kagome behind him.
"You're kind is pollutin' this great country!" shouted the coyote. "Leave them alone" spoke Ryu "They haven't done anything to you". "You just stay out of this, or are you one of them too?" questioned the coyote. "Just butt out, those are my friends you're talking about, and I'm not just gonna sit here and listen" spoke Ryu. "Whatever, you two pricks had best get out of here before I kick both your asses and your friends too" spoke the coyote. Suddenly the coyote was jerked up by the collar of his shirt and slammed into the building wall.
"Don't threaten my friends" Growled Ryu as he pulled a fist back. "Let him go" came Kitsune's voice, as he slipped through Ozwot. "W-why?" asked Ryu. "Because all he can do is talk" spoke Kitsune "that's no reason to hurt anyone". Ryu sighed and let the coyote go. The coyote quickly dashed into the school.
"He's gonna go get friends, and probably come back and pester you two" spoke Ryu. "I know" spoke Kitsune, looking at the ground. Ozwot put a paw on Kitsune's shoulder.
"What's wrong hun?" asked Ozwot. Kitsune turned to look at Ozwot and then hugged him tightly. "I always looked forward to the day we'd be together...but now that we are...there are people who want to tear us apart" spoke Kitsune placing his cheek into Ozwot's chest. "Awww, hun it is okay" spoke Ozwot Rubbing Kitsune's back "What matters is that they can't tear you from me, and that we are together". "Yeah, you're right" said Kitsune pulling back slightly. "Now you get to your classes, and we'll meet right here" spoke Ozwot "I don't want you heading back to the dorms alone". "Okay...thank you" said Kitsune leaning up and kissing Ozwot's cheek.
(12 minutes later in Creative writing class)
Kitsune sat down in his seat, beside Ryu and looked at Mr. Leonard whom was leaning against his desk.
"Look Kit, you shouldn't let people talk about you two like that" spoke Ryu. "It's alright, all he can do is talk" replied Kitsune. "Well whatever" said Ryu pulling out a stack of five papers "Did you finish that story?" "Over the weekend" replied Kitsune pulling out a stack of twenty papers and setting them on the desk "It was hard though, for reasons I can't share".
"I'm quite sure" spoke Ryu "My god...How much is that". "An average size for a chapter" spoke Kitsune "It's not small print so it's not as much as you think". "More than me" Spoke Ryu. "Well whatever, it's mainly just a lot of description, but I may have just overworked on it, but this is college no?" questioned Kitsune. "I guess so" spoke Ryu "Kit..." "Yes?" questioned Kitsune.
"Would you have hit him?" asked Ryu "That guy outside". "No, he was just talking" spoke Kitsune. "You sure?" asked Ryu "you take after your dad...anyways...about your dad...he was put in jail...I was watching the news and it was on there". Kitsune's head perked up and he looked at Ryu seriously. "That's not funny Ryu" spoke Kitsune. "I only wish I was joking, the reporter said that, Renard Warui was put in jail for starting a fight at a bar" spoke Ryu "He caused, two broken arms, three broken legs, a seizure and one of the men entered a coma after suffering a heavy blow to the temple. Your dad was brutal to them, but the light post camera caught them trying to mug him, so he's going to get in trouble for his brutality, but it shouldn't be too severe". Kitsune sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"Why didn't he just walk away from them, and fight if they chased him?" asked Ryu. "Once, when I was a young kit, these boys tried to beat me up and I ran to my daddy, and they backed off and afterwards my dad said he was disappointed. He said that even if you can't fight back and you know you'll lose, it is better to keep pride, running away is not the answer" spoke Kitsune "he doesn't believe in running away from problems, he faces them head on..." "Well now I know you're his son" spoke Ryu smiling. "What do you mean?" asked Kitsune "I don't face all my problems head on, I think out strategies and take it from the sides". "Is that what you think" smiled Ryu "yeah you think it out more, but none the less...that guy out there, it was very possible, that after I let him go he'd come straight at you. But you didn't waver a bit, you may not truly be fighting...but you keep your pride".
Kitsune just looked at Ryu for a moment. "Your full of it you know that right?" spoke Kitsune. "You just don't like admitting when I'm right" spoke Ryu "you never have and you probably never will". "Whatever, makes you shut up" spoke Kitsune laying his face into his arms. "What's wrong?" asked Ryu.
"My dad" spoke Kitsune "I never told him I had a boyfriend...or in fact...I haven't told him I'm gay...I told him...I like guys...not that I don't like girls". "Oh well" spoke Ryu "Not a big deal right". "Wrong" replied Kitsune "keeping a fact out still makes the truth a lie". "Your father said that right?" questioned Ryu.
"Indeed" breathed Kitsune.
(two hours later)
Kitsune sat in the Japanese class room, with his head in his arms, feeling tired. He closed his eyes, as the bell rang only to feel a slap to the back of his head. He pulled his head up quickly to see Ms. Gray.
"You will not sleep in my class boy" she spoke quickly "next time you will be punished". "Yes Ma'm" spoke Kitsune rubbing his eyes with his paws. "If you need sleep get it in your dorm, rather than staying up all night playing games, and what not" spoke Ms. Gray. "Awww but that's so much fun" spoke Kitsune smiling. "Are you getting smart with me?" asked Ms. Gray. "No ma'm" replied Kitsune "just telling the truth".
"Ah, I see" spoke Ms. Gray moving back to her desk. Kitsune could still hear the sounds of rain, through the window in the room, he looked over, Ms. Gray had already started teaching, but the fox, had no intention of listening in his state of drowsiness. His mind wondered slowly about, seemingly out in the storm, his mind separated from his body, a state not so new to him, it's how he so easily thought so keenly and quickly. It wondered about, the figure he had seen this morning, the winged figure that landed on the roof.
'what was it? Why did it come here? Was it just my imagination? Is it good or bad?' thought Kitsune. His mind continued to wonder about the figure. The class slowly progressing, and the professor speaking but the words didn't break through Kitsune's thoughts. This figure was just so scary, to Kitsune, that it consumed him, but slowly he pushed it out, each though getting less meaningful until finally it had left him. 'It's just foolishness, it's all in your head Kit' thought Kitsune as he pulled out his notebook, finally hearing the teachers words.
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I've just turned thirty and, not normally being one for reminiscing, it takes a few drinks with my girlfriends to get me thinking as we chat about how I'm the last one of our group to survive my 20s, and all the things I will not miss. Top on the list are 20 something boys. Not men, but boys. How we put up with so much of their shit because of all the weak ass emo love songs we grew up on (to name only one area of blame). Walking back to my apartment post revelry with a head full of bubbles and a belly full of edibles I think about my last orgasm and am instantly disappointed with boys once more. I have been the master of my pleasure for far too long while leaving a trail of twitching-from-release-postrgasm boys in my wake over the years. They worked towards their ends and we helped them along without even a reach around -- as they like to call it -- for us women. How tragic boys know absolutely nothing of the female body apart from the fact they know they like tits and we have a few holes. If it wasn't so sad it'd be hilarious. Boys. Fuck em. Well -- not anymore.
Getting to my bedroom I whip off my dress and immediately pull on pajama pants while simultaneously throwing my bra as far away from me as possible. If I didn't have one outrageously prude friend who complains each time she notices I don't wear a bra I'd have never have strapped that awful device on. The lengths we go to not have to hear about other people's hang ups -- even at our own parties. Feeling wonderfully free I twirl about my room for a bit to some Saves the Day (what can I say, old habits) before noticing my bra has landed on my laptop and it's still on. Facebook is open and I have a few messages wishing me a happy one. Friends don't let friends Facebook drunk but unfortunately I live alone so, tragically, no one is here to intervene.
Scrolling through my feed I'm stopped in my tracks by a photo a friend of mine liked -- in it is my first real crush, the boy who sparked my sexual curiosity. His name is Hugo, he was my brother's best friend. A beautiful jewish man with dark, ebony hair, a swarthy complexion, the most lovely doe eyes, and a smile that made you truly, truly weak at the knees. I mean it. I never knew lips were meant for anything but talking before I saw his and immediately I understood his could be useful for other purposes, though my younger mind had no idea exactly what -- until one afternoon. So perfectly shaped and pillow-like are they that just to see them again I was fixated, eager to know what they'd feel like pressed up against mine, or all of me. Of course I click the photo and find his name tagged, leading me onto his page. I haven't spoken to him in over a decade. My brother and him had been best friends since high school, and I have a feeling I'm part of the reason they drifted apart. I'm still a bit sorry for it, though for my own selfish reasons.
So here I am, a freshly minted thirty year old looking at his Facebook page, a bit (ok a lot a bit) drunk and definitely stoned, at 3 a.m., and he still looks every bit as irresistible as I last remember him. Even more so, actually. Liquid courage takes hold and by the next morning I see the jumbled message I sent him and want to die. In short it read about how sorry I was when he and my brother stopped hanging out because I always missed him being around, and that that feeling never went away. What, an, idiot. To my eternal embarrassment, as I sit here rereading my misspelled words the "Hugo is typing..." text appears and I nearly throw up. True to form he's lighthearted and laughing in his response, asking what occasioned my reaching out to him. I respond -- too much Prosecco and a pot brownie the size of my hand. Realizing the time and that I'm late for a client meeting I quickly dash off my apologies and snap my laptop shut, making a mad run for the shower.
By the end of the day I have successfully pushed all thoughts of that awkward exchange out from my mind, that is until I log back into my computer and see I have another message from him. He wants to get together. My heart slams against my chest and then feels like it seizes. I hadn't even imagined it possible he would want to see me, or if he even lives close! Turns out he doesn't, he's a solid three hour drive north to Santa Barbara, but he says he'll make the trip down to me at the drop of a hat -- for an "old friend." I tell him I'm free this weekend.
Friday comes and my nerves are sparking so raw I feel like my body contains a lightening storm. I hadn't ever dreamed of seeing Hugo again, let alone being out on a date with him. Well, actually, we're staying in as I professed my loathing of restaurants and love of cooking. We're going to cook together -- something I think is so amazing seeing as how no 20 something boy I ever screwed around with could even toast a bagel for themselves. Right on time Hugo knocks at my door at 7 p.m. I have no idea what to expect seeing as we've known each other since we're kids, but here we are now, about to hang out, alone, as adults. I'm dressed in one of my favorite vintage dresses -- a sensual 1930s silk velvet knee length number that's so soft it's like being licked by clouds all over your body. If he lays a hand on me in this dress he won't be able to stop, with this fabric it's a guarantee. It has the added benefit of showing off my trim waist and long legs beautifully. I open the door and it's like one of those bolts of lightening bouncing around in me strikes him and the atmosphere is electric. I don't even think twice, I throw my arms around his neck. His hands are on my hips first and then I can feel him tentatively sliding them around my waist as we laugh our bashful hellos.
We spend the night making stir fry, emptying a few beers, and dessert is some of that leftover brownie from my birthday. Before long we're on the couch watching Super Troopers and laughing so hard we're crying. I can't remember the last time I felt this good. One hilarious scene and his hand finds my knee, and I feel an excited tremor run through me. We've been flirting heavily all night but until this moment he hasn't made a move towards me.
"Hey Clara."
"Yes, Hugo?" Hearing my name is indescribably funny to me and so I start cracking up.
"You know why I came over tonight?"
"There's a reason beyond wanting to see me?"
"No, that is the reason, but there's more to it."
He leaves his words lingering and I make a face signaling, sure, go on.
"I so desperately wanted to kiss you all those years ago, when we had that moment, before your brother kind of told me to fuck off --"
"I'm so sorry about that," I blurt out before he can go on. "It was a stupid thing to do, I only did it to annoy Jacob and it seems it worked too well and totally ruined your guys friendship."
A little shadow of sadness comes over Hugo's face. "Oh."
"No, wait, I mean -- let me start over. You know my brother and I barely got along, yes, but we were even worse before you met him, we poked at every weakness the other had, nonstop. Well, his biggest one was wrestling. He was absolutely in love with it as a kid and I teased him mercilessly about how it was fake. So when you two came home that one day and were a bit drunk and putting on a show acting out one of those dumb, exaggerated wrestling matches, I just thought it would seriously annoy him when I tapped in, but then you pushed him off and pulled me down to the floor.." I trail off, remembering that afternoon clearly.
My brother and Hugo had come home from grad school for summer and were up to their same old shit -- namely being generally some shade of drunk, playing video games, or having people over in the pool. I was busy reveling in anticipation of a few quiet hours when everyone was out of the house to get some reading in, before all my time was thrown over to study as I was about to be a freshman in college, when Jacob and Hugo burst in. I was peeved, I had just settled in and was looking forward to relaxing alone. They had obviously gotten a head start before they each pulled a beer out of the fridge and decided to put on a mock wrestling match and start jumping all over the living room like morons just to aggravate me further. It worked. I decided to beat Jacob at his own game and tapped into the match. Hugo pushed my brother off and dragged me down on top of him, but things shifted quickly. We were pushing about playfully and I think Jacob immediately realized it was his not--so--little--anymore sister in the hands of his best friend, rolling around on the living room floor. He left. We didn't notice.
Between the laughing and trying to pin one another something changed between Hugo and me. I began to notice the way he felt pushed up against me. I had never had the time -- or patience, if I'm being honest -- for boys in high school. None of them caught my eye, anyhow. Sure, I always had had a crush on Hugo, but my brain couldn't conjure up much in the way of sexual fantasies as I was simply too inexperienced there. I wouldn't have even known where to begin. But now, something in me had woken up to his touch. I could feel his sweat through his clothes, his smell was musky and heavy, and he wasn't entirely gentle with me, either. He twisted an arm above my head, I got genuinely aggressive and tried to fight back but he was too strong. His weight on top of me was like a challenge, and, oddly comforting. I couldn't immediately decide if I did want him off of me or not. Then I caught a look in his eyes and realized I was out of my depth, got a bit nervous, and told him I needed water. He let me up.
And like that, we had ruined everything. I always suspected Jacob had been pissed at him for it, but now it was confirmed. This was the reason Hugo evaporated from my life.
"You had to know that I wanted you, back then." Hugo breaks in on my remembering.
"Wanted me?" I return, incredulously. "What? No! I hadn't even the faintest idea. You hardly gave me the time!"
"Well, I guess I wasn't very obvious about it, I couldn't be. But, uhm, when the chance to be close to you offered itself that afternoon, I grabbed it, literally." He lightly laughs. "It was a little opportunistic, I admit, but I was also a little drunk, and feeling bold since you initiated it," he offers a weak grin. "For years after, whenever I heard news about you, I always thought of that day -- when I had you wrapped up in my arms, pressed tight to me. It's all I could think about when I saw your message. I thought you knew that, and had finally been single or something, when you messaged me. And so I came over, because I want the chance to make up for lost time."
I don't answer with anything but a slight shift to face him and put my hand on the side of his neck. Slowly those lush lips find mine and in an instant he pulls my waist towards him. His kiss is unreal, deep and sensual, his tongue finding mine instinctually. I feel a flush, hotness spread through my body. I'm lost in the caresses and don't want to stop but he gently pulls away.
"Any reason we can't continue?"
"No, I just want to look at you to make sure you're really the girl I'm kissing."
"Woman."
"What's that?"
"Woman, the woman you're kissing. I'm not the girl you knew all those years back. In fact, I just turned thirty. I'm a woman, and you're not a boy."
I start giggling again -- because, pot brownie -- at my own ridiculousness so that he just looks at me with those kind, smiling eyes, not getting the joke.
"Ohhhhhh, sorry," I sigh out. "I am so happy you're not a boy though. You're what, 34 now?"
"35."
"That's a good number, I like that number."
"And why's that?"
"Because, Hugo, boys -- boys are shit. And you're no longer a boy yourself, like I last remember you."
"No I'm not." And with that he grabs me again and begins trying to figure out how to maneuver my dress off.
"So, if you wanted this to go further, why are you wearing the Chinese finger trap equivalent of a dress?"
"Side snaps."
I point at my waist and he begins unsnapping my dress and then lifting it over my head.
"One question, though, before we go on," I interrupt, "If you're not a boy, do you know what to do with a woman?"
"That all depends, what does this woman expect from me?"
"Only the opposite of all I've experienced. I want to orgasm, and I want you to be the one to make me."
"Wait," he freezes, "are you telling me you've never cum with a guy before?"
"Not in so long it's quite embarrassing for your entire gender. It's not difficult to make me cum, I'm so turned on right now I could do it just by rolling around with you," I grin, remembering our first innocent-ish romp, "but somehow, boys always manage to screw it up!"
"Don't forget, I'm not a boy. But I am curious, tell me when the last time a man --"
"Boy."
"Boy... made you cum."
"I was nineteen and it was Ryan, my first boyfriend. I came every single time we had sex without fail, and no man --"
"Boy."
"Boy! since, has ever been able to take the credit for my orgasm. He and I just fit together. Talk about double virgin's luck. He definitely didn't know what he was dong, and neither did I, and that magic has not repeated itself since. I can count on one hand -- three fingers in fact! -- how many orgasms I've had with other boys, and it was mainly due to the fact I was so horny they needn't have really been there to achieve it."
"That is one hell of a tragedy. It's a good thing I'm here."
"Do tell!"
"Well, for one, we're going to fuck like virgins."
"Wait, that sounds opposite of what I'm getting at. And how do -- or rather, can -- virgins fuck? That seems like an oxymoron."
"By prolonging their pleasure. They know the art of delayed gratification."
"And what does that entail?"
"Dry humping for hours, for starters."
"Dry humping! You're not serious."
"Not at all," he laughs, "but we are going to slow things down. That's where boys fail, they don't know how to get a woman excited beyond the initial spike of expectation."
"Truer words have never been spoken."
And with this Hugo begins gliding his fingertips lightly up and down my inner thighs, lips teasing mine once more, sending rolling shivers directly to my core. I'm excited, but also hesitant. What if this man, the man responsible for my first feelings of sexual desire, can't live up? Talk about orgasm slaying panic. It's a mental game for us, unfortunately, not just physical. We need to be distracted from our powerful, gymnastic minds.
"Tell me, I want to know exactly what the best sex of your life felt like."
"It felt like nothing at all."
"Now how is that possible?"
He moves his hands to my back and begins caressing and kissing around my shoulders and clavicle, pulling my hair back firmly to tilt my head and give him more open access to the curve of my neck.
"Well, when the sex sucks you can feel every single push inside you, it's so mechanical you feel every movement and are acutely aware of every feeling -- not in a good way. With explosive sex I can't describe it. I guess it doesn't feel like nothing, it feels like everything. It feels like pure pleasure. It's happened to me exactly once and I feel slighted."
"Mmhmm," he coos into my ear. "Now tell me what brings you there, so I know all the right buttons to push."
Kissing and biting my neck in one motion I feel like he already knows. My little blossom is throbbing for him to touch me there and my limbs are weak with anticipation in his firm embrace.
"What particularly blows my mind is when a man knows to take the tips of his fingers and roll them around that little hot spot of nerves that is my backdoor." I laugh at my euphemism. Yep, still stoned. "That he knows his cock alone isn't what gets a woman where she wants to go and doesn't ego trip over it." I grab for his belt buckle and undo his jeans. "This right here, this is where I love to rock against to bring me closer to climax." I pull the band of his briefs away to discover a delightfully trimmed package and drag my fingers across the area just above the base of his hardness.
"Why, you're a little panther, I wouldn't have guessed you liked ass play."
"You haven't known me since I was a virginal college bound freshman, what could you have based any of this on?"
"Touché. Perhaps I meant to say I haven't known a single woman yet who has led with telling me she wants me to explore that area as the first thing that turns her on." He gives a breathy laugh.
"Well, I just know the first time a guy did it to me it was like the floodgates opened and I couldn't even think it felt so amazing. I had to ask him later what he did. I did cum with him once, I suppose for that little trick he deserves credit. I'm not telling you to invade, I'm inviting you to explore and gently roam."
By now I'm sitting astride Hugo's lap, my panties soaked, and he's rubbing me through them, pushing in just slightly enough to make me push back onto his fingers, though the fabric prevents what I really want. He's studying my face with curious intent as I let out little moans to this tease.
"Remember what I said, delayed gratification."
He pulls my face down onto his and lets out a barely audible groan. His cock is so hard and so wonderfully thick I reach down to grab it when he pulls my hands away and holds them twisted up behind my back, pushing my breasts right up to his lips. Lightly biting, licking, and sucking my nipples, the more I move and gyrate the tighter his grip on my wrists hold me still.
"Hugo, this is torture." I whine and writhe.
"Mmmmm," he moans. "I do admit to it," he says before he crushes his lips against mine and releases me to begin grinding against him. Guess we are going to dry hump after all. Soon though, he flips me on my back and takes his jeans off as I practically tear his shirt off.
"Slowly," he hums in my ear, pulling my panties off and then shifting himself atop me.
I can feel the full girth of him pressed up against me now and horny doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I'm a woman possessed, he practically has to restrain me, again.
"Tell me the one thing you've always wanted from a man but he's never given you sexually."
"I would really love to know what an anal orgasm feels like."
"Damn baby, you do not play around." He pulls me to him and the head of his dick brushes up against my slit, I'm dying to know what he feels like inside me.
"Well, I've done anal a few times, kind of liked it, I'm ready for more. I've not found anyone I've been fully comfortable with enough yet though to get there. Boys and their own pleasure first and all."
"If you're not comfortable, I'm not. That said, let's try to get you what you want, at your own pace."
With that Hugo pulls me back astride his lap and rests his hardn behind my butt cheeks, pushing it aside to caress my little backdoor rose bud while he pulls my hips back and forth to encourage me to start grinding on him.
"I'm not going inside you until you're near blind with aching need."
And he means it. I'm begging for him to slip deep within me in no time, we're already lightly glistening with sweat from all this extra curricular activity and he hasn't even so much as let me stroke him yet. Every time I reach for him he holds me back, it's driving me absolutely mad. I just want to touch him, everywhere, to do to him what he's doing to me, building up anticipation to a boiling point.
"Please, Hugo, I need you, so bad I can't even tell you," I say in ragged breath as he keeps pulling my hips down hard onto his pelvis, pushing me near to cumming without us even actually having sex. I lift my hips and he playfully yet sternly pushes them back down again. I then bite his lower lip to throw off his game and manage to lift my hips up until I'm hovering just above his thick erection. Our eyes lock and I slowly lower down onto him all the way to the hilt. His hands grip me so tight I feel a tremor surge through me as he lets out a suppressed groan. I want to ride him hard, but he tempers my movements and it's such delightful agony. It feels like nothing and everything.
"Baby, holy shit."
"Yes," is all I can manage. My whole body is sparking, all I can feel is the intense pleasure pulsing through my nerves like a drug. Our breathing is heavy and in sync, we roll against one another in a perfect motion like I've never experienced before. It isn't long before I feel that rush coming on. I bury my head into his neck and let him know. My body tenses and I feel his hands grab my hips firmly. All I remember next is that I'm nearly whimpering with relief after an orgasm rocks through me harder than I've ever felt. I can feel him twitching beneath me and know he came too. Talk about sexual tension and release.
"You were quick!" He finally manages to say, smart ass grin on his face, after we ride out the swell of our orgasms.
"Fucking hell, I felt like it was an eternity before you finally slid inside me."
"Delayed gratification, we need to teach you to last longer."
I laugh hard at this role reversal. I've never met anyone who could make me a quick draw, normally I'm the trigger that never gets pulled.
"Ohhh, I guess we do. We never even made it to anal!"
"Don't worry, it's early. I want to give you your first night of multiple orgasms."
"Promise?"
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This story is for (!(avatar?user142010&character0&clevel2((https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/avatar?user142010&character0&clevel2)((https://tomarou.sofurry.com/) Subi's Hatch day, on the 14. Posting part 1 today. part 2 tomorrow since i wont have internet this weekend.
As you can guess, this is a war story but I didn't make it too detail will this chapter. Part 2 has a bit more detail so that one gonna be mark mature. Enjoy, and sorry about the cliff hanger at the end.
Subi Copyrighted to Subi.
Everyone else copyrighted to me.
War Within
He lined up his aim and he couple feel each beat of his heart; hear every breath he took as his mind gets ready to lake the lethal shot. He took one deep breath and pull the trigger. The sound of the Remington seven hundred bullet traveled throughout the city and he watch as his target fell to the ground.
He pulled back the lever and watch as the empty shell jumped out and landed by his right arm. He smiled and stood up, and turned around, before someone called him on the radio.
"Sergeant Subi, were are you?"
Subi grabbed his com link and held it close to his mouth, "I just killed their Sargent, I will meet you and the rest of the squad at the rendezvous point."
"Yes sergeant Subi. And sir?"
"What is it private?"
"Why are we doing this again?"
"This isn't the time and place to talk about that, I will tell you at the rendezvous point."
"Understood, Delta out."
With that, Subi quickly worked his way off the roof and flew close to the ground, making sure he stayed out of view of any snipers. Subi is a dirty white dragon with lots of small but sharp purple lines cutting across his body. He was about five feet, four inches, with long black hair, that he tied in a poly tail with a red bow holding it together.
He flew quickly and stealthy, making sure he stayed in the shadows. He could see the rendezvous point and he stop flying and landed softly in the shadows and walked to the hideout, the now abandon warehouse.
Subi silently walked inside the warehouse but notice the lights were off. "Guess they aren't here yet."
Subi turn on the lights and turned around, but as he turned around, he was smack across the head before falling to the ground unconscious.
Delta
"Where is he? He wasn't that far from here, he should be here by now."
"Relax, it Sargent Subi we are talking about. If he got into trouble, he can get out of it fast."
"What makes you so sure Felix?"
"Because I been in his group for years, he can defend himself."
"Just because he been in the military for years?"
"First he a dragon, and second, he the youngest sergeant major we ever had. He proved himself thousands of times. He can't fail, and won't fail."
"So, what if something happened to him Felix?"
"Fine, we will contract him on the radio. Those that makes you feel better Stephan."
"Yes, now called him."
Felix grabbed his com link and called for Subi. "Sergeant major, where are you?"
There was no response, just dead silence. Felix tried again and waited for a minute but still got no response.
Stephan walked up to Felix, "Well?"
"There no response."
"Get a hold of his coordinates, we are going after him."
"Right away."
Subi
Subi stirred and slowly lifted his head. He opened his eyes but he vision was blurry. He could feel himself be bound at the feet and arms, to the roof and the floor. He tail was bound to his right leg, he tried to break free but the chain were to strong for him to break free of them.
The sound of the chain woke up the guard, that was suppose to be watching him. The guard smiled and walked up the Subi, keeping most of himself in the shadow.
"Well, well. Look who finally awake."
Subi quickly moved his head up and stared at the stranger in the shadow. He growl softly while looking at the shadow straight in their eyes.
"You can growl all you want, you aren't going to intimidate me."
"What do you want?" Subi demanded, as he tired to break free of the chains again.
"Nothing really. Just, you, and your squad to leave or else we will kill you all."
"You will never be able to kill us."
"That what you think, I have this whole place rig to blow, and I know your squad coming here to save you. Now with that, I'll be on my way. Bye Subi, it been 'nice' getting to meet you."
The shadow left the building and as soon as he left, there was a faint beeping coming from behind Subi. Subi tried to break free of the chains but wasn't able to do so with just pure strength. He looked around to see if he can grabbed anything close by that would help him get out. He looked up and saw that the roof wasn't very tall and that he could almost reach it with his horns.
Subi thought for a minute and then looked up at the chain and blew ice onto the chains to weaken them. With that, he yanked on the chain and broke them off easily. He smiled and then blew ice on the chains that held his feet. Being an ice dragon, the cold temperature around his feet didn't bother him at all.
Once the chain was frozen, he opened his wings and flew up into the roof. The chain broke with a loud shatter and he smiled as he felt his tail being free of their resistance. He could hear the beeping quicken, getting faster and faster with each second. Subi quickly looked around and say a M16 in a weapon cage, that was lock.
Subi used his ice breath again and quickly broke the cage and grabbed the gun along with an ammo clip. Within seconds, he flew out the door and quickly made his way down the alley until heard the building blow up, and the blast wave was so powerful that he fell down to the ground from the shock.
Subi groaned and slowly stood, as he strained his ankle from landing wrong. He had to make sure not to put any weight on his right leg since he strained his ankle. He was about to take off when he saw officer running towards him. Subi quickly looked up and blew out shadows, to keep the whole place hidden.
He quickly and silently moved to the wall and watch as the officer enter the shadows. He counted five of them and he carefully time for the officer to get closer to him without them knowing. He put up his M 16 and then waited until they were about fifth-teen feet away and then he shot one in the hand, which made them all pull the trigger, not aiming at all. Subi laid on the ground the second he shot the gun and watch at the killed themselves.
He say one guy still alive and was still shooting randomly. Subi used his ice breath to freeze him down within seconds and then Subi got up, and limped his way up to the ice solider. He gentle poke him and watch him fall down to the ground. He open his wings and flew off again, trying to hurry to the warehouse, where he hope his squad was.
He stayed high in the air, looking for Felix, an arctic fox, and Stephan, a doberman, on the roof tops. He keep looking around for them, but was interrupted when he was shot on his left wing, and then shot again, causing Subi to fall down to the ground.
He groaned as he landed hard on top of the roof before he end up rolling off and landing on the floor. He struggled to get back up and his vision was even more blurry than when he woke up. He slowly crawled his way to the wall and slowly stood up, using his tail to lean on, for support since his right leg was strained.
Once he was finally up, he opened his wings and tried to take off but the two holes in his right wing was causing him too much pain to fly. Slowly put his right leg against the ground, and although it did hurt him, it was far less then the pain from his wing. He tried walking, and he limped slightly but he was still able to move around. He looked up at the sky before he started his slow journey to the warehouse.
He walked his way through the alley, keeping the M 16 he had in his arms. He looked around carefully, making sure he didn't find himself walking into a gun barrel. Everything seem fine until he heard guards running only about forty meters behind him.
Without thinking, he ran while grinding his teeth, so he wouldn't think about the pain from his leg. However, he wasn't fast enough and the guards caught up to him. They pinned him against the wall, and Subi had no choose but to surrender. He dropped the M 16 and put his hands up in the air.
Subi closed his eyes, knowing the end was near. He could feel that same feeling he got when he was sniping. He breathing quicken as well as his heat beat. He could feel his sweat slowly climbing down his head, and he could feel the unbearable pain coming from his wing and right leg. Seconds later, the sound of ten guns firing echoed throughout the city followed by a loud thud. | War Within Part 1 by BlakeRedFox | [
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Spontaneous Masculine Hyperfication
By Danath
(www.danath.com((http://www.danath.com/)
Frankie James, Alex Dominguez, and Ralph Reynolds are copyright Zia McCorgi ((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Nuwisha55((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Nuwisha55)). Used with permission.
The squad car pulled up in front of the non-descript apartment building with its lights off. The complaint was not urgent, but the two detectives inside were assigned to take down the information and investigate. It was late afternoon and the sun cast long shadows from the trees in the front yard of the building.
Inside the car, Detective Frankie James argued with his partner, Detective Alex Dominguez. Frankie, a handsome, young coyote with a lush mixture of brown, gray, and red fur, gesticulated wildly at his partner, Alex, an older, stocky lynx.
"I don't understand why I have to take this complaint as well," he said. "I took the last three calls while you napped in the car!"
"Hey, I'm backup, rookie," Alex said. He turned the car off, but left the keys in the ignition. "Besides, you gotta learn how to deal with the public."
"Deal with the public my ass," the coyote said, crossing his arms over his suit coat. "Fine, whatever. You owe me."
The lynx settled back in the driver's seat and waved a gray paw at him lazily, shooing him away. Frankie growled and opened the door, stepped onto the boulevard, and slammed it shut. The lynx's ears didn't even twitch.
Frankie stalked towards the apartment building, tail bushing out behind him with anger.
"God damn felines," he muttered, scanning the names on the buzz-box outside the security door. Finding the name "Ralph R. Reynolds" on the list, he jabbed the button next to it and waited, tapping his black shoe on the cement step impatiently.
The intercom hummed. "Who... who is it?"
"Detective James, sir, here about the complaint call."
"Oh... yeah, come on up. Take the elevator to the fourth floor and turn left."
The door clicked ajar and Frankie pulled it open. He followed the directions and stood in front of the plain wooden door, waiting for the occupant to open it.
"Just a minute!" he heard Ralph call out. "Be right there!"
Several loud thumps and muffled curses later, the door swung open. Frankie's narrow muzzle opened in shock as he stared at the tall red fox in the doorway.
"What... the... fuck..."
Ralph followed the coyote's gaze down to his hips, where a huge, magnificent, flaccid black-skinned cock hung from his hips. More than a foot thick, it draped over his equally huge nuts, which dragged on the floor between his legs. The head of the shaft lay on the wood floor in front of the white-furred balls. The tip lay flat and the slit gasped open, emitting a sluggish drool of thick, clear pre-cum.
"Yeah, this is what I called you guys about," the fox said, waving at his endowments. "Fucking chemical companies or something, right?"
Detective James stared at the stupendous shaft and enormous sac, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. The fox stood nonchalantly, hands cross over his chest, as the thick, clear pre-cum drooled out into the hallway, running over Frankie's shiny black shoes.
"Want to come in? Take a statement or whatever?"
Dazed, Frankie looked up at the fox's face and nodded.
"Uh... yeah... sure."
Spontaneous masculine hyperfication was a thing, of course. It started a few years ago. Maybe once a year, some poor bastard woke up with a cock as big as his whole body. Nobody knew the cause, though certain sugar substitutes and food additives were thought by the conspiracy theorists to trigger the growth. Scientists were baffled by the disease, which left people otherwise unchanged. Its victims often went on to lead very comfortable lives, making money through various videos and web camera sites. One started his own religion, claiming to be True Alpha. He was widely seen as a fraud, but he had millions of dollars and thousands of followers.
Prostitution was also a big deal for SPHers. There were a surprisingly large number of people who would pay SPH-afflicted males to simply lie back and let them hump their dick. Frankie didn't get the appeal, himself, but it took all kinds, right? Authorities looked the other way, figuring it was going to happen regardless, and besides, who wanted to deal with the hassle of getting one of those guys into a courtroom or a prison? Also, what else was someone with a five-foot-long cock going to do for money?
Frankie followed Ralph inside. The fox moved with some difficulty, grasping his cock with both arms and lifting, then putting one foot forward and, by dragging his cock behind him, could slowly walk. He flopped into a couch in the living room of the small one-bedroom apartment and dropped his cock, which slapped against his massive sac with a loud thump.
"Yeah, so... how do I register a complaint about this?" he asked.
"Uh... well... let me get your full name first," Frankie said, still staring as he pulled out a notebook and pencil.
"Ralph R. Reynolds. R-E-Y-N-O-L-D-S. Fox, age 35."
"And this address?" Frankie asked automatically.
"1444 Jupiter Lane, Apartment 422."
"And the source of your complaint?"
"What do you think?"
The fox's shaft lurched upwards before slapping back down on his balls and the floor. A bit of pre-cum splattered out over the wood and Frankie's nose twitched. The scent of maleness was heavy in the room and he found it hard to breath deep.
"Yeah, okay... so you just woke up this morning and...?"
"And I had a five-foot-long dick. Duh."
The shaft thickened noticeably and lifted again. It descended slower this time, landing with less of a thud and more of a squish as the thick veins pulsed against the black skin.
"Fuck me, I've jacked off eighteen times since this morning and I'm still getting hard all over," the fox said crossly. "Let's make this quick, huh?"
Frankie's lips moved, but he didn't ask a question as the huge length suddenly lifted, swelling and throbbing, and curled over in mid-air, hanging out from the fox's hips, too heavy and not yet hard enough to stand up straight. The tip pulsed and a few loads of pre-cum dribbled out of the tip in thick globs. The smell of male grew even stronger and Frankie felt as though he were swallowing that pre, just from the scent alone.
The fox shivered and closed his eyes. "I gotta admit, it feels great, but how the hell am I supposed to get around now?" he said. "I mean, am I allowed to drive with this thing? Can I fly in an airplane? Am I going to get arrested for indecent exposure every time I go out in public?"
The fox continued his complaints and questions as the slack-jawed coyote stood there, staring, muzzle open. It wasn't until his pencil dropped from his slack fingers that the fox noticed he wasn't listening.
"Hey! You going to write any of this down?"
By this point, his cock had lifted higher. The huge base forced his thighs apart and only started to bend about halfway up. The tip bobbed in the air, drizzling more and more pre-cum. Frankie licked his lips, nostrils flaring, tail tucked between his legs. His black slacks tented out as he felt the biggest erection of his life grow in, hard and strong, and soon a wet spot formed.
"Shit, I was afraid of this," Ralph said, sighing. "I read about this on the internet. Supposed to be something to do with the pheromones, but it wears off after a while. First couple days it's pretty strong, though."
Frankie nodded, nearly drooling as he stared at the black length, running his eyes from the thick tip, over the ridges of the crown, down the mighty, pulsing urethra, to the root, where it disappeared into a massive, stretched, white-furred sheath and stupendously big balls. The coyote stepped forward, almost stumbling, and dropped the notebook on the floor next to the pencil.
"Hey! What are you... ha... ahhhh!"
Frankie dropped to his knees in front of the monstrous shaft, eyes wide and unseeing as he wrapped both arms around the huge head and buried his muzzle into the cum slit. Thick pre-cum welled up around his face as he squeezed the massive thing and Ralph kicked his legs to the sides as pleasure coursed down his telephone pole.
"Oh... ohhh, damn... not... not there," he managed to gasp out.
The coyote didn't listen as he pressed his face into the slit, getting pre-cum up his nose, in his mouth, over his head and down the back of his neck. It ran through his thick neck fur and under his suit coat and button-up shirt as he made out with the fox's huge shaft. He chugged greedily, feeling the warm, slick substance slither down his gullet and into his belly.
The shaft didn't respond gently. It surged forward, stiffening rapidly. Frankie's knees and thighs pushed into the huge white sac as it swelled. Desire swamped Ralph, who managed a few weak moans as his erection grew to its full, ridiculous length, towering from his hips, nearly five feet long from root to tip. Frankie, no longer able to get his muzzle to the head, stood up and leaned against it, wrapping his arms around it. He buried his face in the shiny, smooth, warm black flesh and humped his hips, groaning with need and lust. Pre-cum gushed from the tip, rolling down the length and over his head and body, soaking him down in minutes.
Frankie reached down, grasped Ralph's sheath by the edge, and pulled on it, stretching the sensitive flesh upwards. Ralph grunted and pushed at his shaft at the base, shuddering as Frankie explored. The coyote licked his way up and down the shaft as he tugged on the sheath and kneaded the balls with his legs. Ralph moaned even louder and shifted his hips, trying to hump but unable to due to the weight of his monstrous erection. The fox whined when Frankie pulled his shaft down, hauling it until it stood straight out from his hips, squeezing his balls down into the floor even further.
The coyote leaned over the tip, holding it against his chest and belly as he struggled with his pants and coat. He flung his sopping clothes away, kicking off his shoes and tearing at his underwear in his efforts. His erection, pink and hard, throbbed at its 8-inch length, pitiful in comparison to the fox's endowments. The coyote grasped the head of the fox's shaft and humped forward, driving his length into the slit.
Ralph's muzzle dropped and a huge blast of pre-cum pumped straight from his oversized nuts, soaking the coyote from the hips down. The scents and pheromones only increased, driving Frankie into a deeper state of lust. He humped his hips rapidly, crooning aloud, neck tipped back, as he pounded away at Ralph's slit. The mega-shaft twitched and bucked in the coyote's paws, throbbing and spurting angrily.
Frankie pulled back and knelt in front of Ralph's length, letting the seed spill over his chest. The head of the thing was larger than his face and he pressed forward, kissing and licking around the shiny, smooth flesh, drinking almost a gallon of clear seed before he was satisfied. Ralph whined again, hips shivering, as the coyote ground his long, narrow muzzle forward, slurping up yet more juice.
Stretching his paws out, Ralph managed to catch ahold of the coyote's chest fur. He pulled him forward, which caused his shaft to rise back up into the air. Stumbling, Frankie fell against it, knees pushing deep into the fox's nuts, causing another burst of pre-cum that showered down around them. The coyote leaned against the massive dong, arms stretched around it, hard cock rubbing at the base.
The coyote felt funny. His head spun and his breath came up short as he panted with need and desire. His balls ached, but his cock just wouldn't shoot, despite feeling as though any movement at all could trigger a climax. The climax never came, however, despite how the canine humped and rubbed himself against the huge member. Instead, his 8-inch pecker began to throb, pulsing and growing, lengthening slowly.
Neither noticed. Both were too busy stroking and massaging the massive cock stretching between them. Frankie's tail wagged furiously, sending sprays of pre-cum across the room as it ran over his head and down his back. Ralph moaned even louder as the clear pre-cum turned white. His first orgasm drenched the both of them in sticky, hot fox cum, almost six gallons worth in a matter of seconds. The spray hit the ceiling at one point, leaving sticky drops to rain down around them.
But Frankie couldn't cum, despite his best efforts. His balls ached and, swollen with seed, grew just as quickly as his erection, which was now over ten inches. It thickened as it grew, until it couldn't fit fully into his paw anymore. The coyote growled and hauled the shaft back down, until the head was at his hips again.
Ralph felt the cock this time, more so than the first, and let out a wavering cry as Frankie fucked his urethra, driving his cock in and out of his sensitive slit. The white seed flowed out unabated, drenching the coyote anew as his hips surged forward.
"Oooh... ohhhhhh!" he cried out, nearly howling with lust. His paws clenched at the thick black skin, squeezing and stroking, and he leaned over, hips humping rapidly, claws digging into the wood, arms wrapped around the width. His hands couldn't touch on the other side, the shaft was so thick, and he nearly slipped off several times.
His cock kept growing, until it was stretching Ralph's slit, not just slipping in and out. The fox whined loudly, lips pulled back in a snarl of pleasure. He shuddered and wriggled, arms clutching his base as the coyote molested his tip.
The coyote was thrown backwards onto his rump when the fox suddenly surged upwards out of the couch. His cock slapped back against his chest, then down onto Frankie's head, dazing him more than he was from the scents alone. A wild look came into Ralph's eyes as he stared down at the canine. Dropping to his knees, which spread around his massive, beanbag-sized sac, he grabbed the other male's ankles and pushed them away, sliding the wet dog easily across the floor and into the wall. He pushed forward, pumping his hips until his tip slid between Frankie's thighs.
The coyote opened his legs, arms going spread-eagle against the wall as the huge tip lifted him up into the air. His back scraped over the paint as his legs dangled to either side of the tip. Thick gouts of cum sprayed under his tail as Ralph took hold of his ankles once more and, with a low moan, pulled him down.
The coyote's hips were not much bigger than the circumference of the fox's mega-sized shaft. It was folly to try what he was doing, but the fox wasn't in the mood to listen to reason. Neither was Frankie, who spread his legs and tipped his head back, moaning as the huge mass of flesh pushed against his ass. He reached down, squeezing the massive tip, trying to force it in. His entire bottom dimpled as the stiffness pumped against his body.
Both males screamed with lust when the huge tip sunk in with a wet "sploosh". The coyote's belly bulged as another several feet ground in easily, stretching his stomach and chest like a balloon. The fox closed his eyes, hands still holding the canine's ankles, and hauled him down harder, forcing another half foot into him.
His urethra bulged with seed and the veins on his massive tool pushed out against the skin. Pre-cum and cum in equal measures pumped into Frankie's belly, which quickly bloated outwards, hanging around his growing cock, now almost thirteen inches long and thick as his bicep. The coyote rubbed his paws over his chest, gurgling and moaning. His body clenched around the shaft inside him, even as the fox struggled to fit the last foot and half into the warm, stretchy body hanging in mid-air off the end.
"I... I... I'm cummingggggg!"
Frankie's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the first gush explode within him, just as Ralph managed to hilt the poor 'yote. By the second pulse, his muzzle opened and thick white seed gushed out over his lips. His flaring nostrils drizzled cum as his belly and chest bloated to incredible sizes. His cock finally came, erupting with not just his own seed, but that of the fox, in an attempt to cut down on the swelling. His balls draped over the black length, spreading as they filled, stretching and bloating as quickly as his belly.
The last thing Frankie could remember was looking down at his body, stretched and contoured around the massive ridges of the cock inside him, no trace of its former shape present, and the fox at the end of that hugeness, yapping and moaning with pleasure, as his stomach kept growing, and growing, and growing...
When he woke up, Frankie was lying in a bath tub. His fur stank of cum and jizz. The shower was running, washing away the worst of the seed. He blinked slowly, watching as white seed ran down the drain.
"Oh, hey, you're awake," a familiar voice said.
Frankie's head lolled to the side and he stared at Ralph. The fox's cock was just poking out of its sheath, hanging from his lower belly like a giant sack. The fox had to lean backwards so as not to be pulled into a face-plant by the weight of the thing. Fortunately, his balls, dragging on the ground as they did, operated as a sort of counterweight.
The fox had the tip of his cock in his paws, aimed at the toilet. He shook it a few times and stuffed it back into its sheath, then reached over and flushed.
"Sorry about all that," the fox said, turning towards the tub and the dazed detective. "You've been out for a couple hours. I washed your clothes though."
They looked at each other awkwardly as Frankie felt his belly. It felt saggy and loose.
"Look, could you not... uh... put this in your report?" the fox said. "I looked online and it only happens in the first couple days after the change. So nobody else is gonna go nuts like you did as long as I stay here alone."
Frankie nodded his head, still staring blankly at the fox's enormous sheath. His cock twitched and he looked down at it.
It was nearly twice its original size. His sheath felt stretched and taut as it snugged itself close around the pink flesh. His balls were about three time as big as before, roughly the size of softballs. He poked at them unbelievingly.
"Look, I hate to rush you along, but seriously... I need you to leave," Ralph said, embarrassment in his voice. "I'm not really gay and that was... well, it was super gay."
Frankie nodded. "Just... uh... let me clean up and I'll be out of here, okay?"
The fox nodded and turned, dragging his huge nuts behind him as he went. They got stuck in the doorway, too wide to fit through easily. Ralph cursed and squeezed on them. Eventually he stepped back over them, into the bathroom, and leaned down, using his arms to roll them through.
The door closed and Frankie stood slowly. His skin felt loose on his bones, but the hot water of the shower was nice. He stood in the spray until all the remnants of cum were gone. He turned the shower off and toweled himself dry. His sheath throbbed, almost aching, but fortunately he didn't get hard. The coyote pondered his situation. Could he report this? What would happen? It wasn't really his fault, was it?
The canine shivered as he remembered the feeling of the massive shaft inside him, stretching him, filling him absolutely. A few inches of pink dong pushed free and he shook his head rapidly, clearing the thoughts away.
"Focus, Detective," he said to himself.
He found his clothes in the hallway, neatly piled, and dressed himself, though his boxers had several large holes in them where he'd torn them in his effort to get them off earlier. They were also much too tight, but at least they restricted his new sheath and nuts somewhat, so that he wasn't just a walking cock-bulge.
He went into the living room, where Frankie sat sullenly on the couch, TV remote in hand, a beer in the other. His huge sheath draped over the couch cushions, resting on the pile his unnaturally large sac created.
"All right... well... if you have any problems, you can call the station. Otherwise, I'd recommend getting in touch with Social Services," he said, awkwardly trying to sound professional. "They'll be able to help you with... your... uh... disability."
Ralph rolled his eyes and waved the coyote away, much as Alex had done to Frankie earlier in the car. The coyote nodded and left, closing the door behind him, though the smell of male cum lingered in the air.
The shell-shocked canine wandered downstairs and out the door, back to the squad car. Alex was still asleep in the driver's seat and started awake when Frankie opened the door and got inside.
"Oh, hey, rookie," he said, stretching his arms awkwardly over his head in the cramped confines of the squad car. "Took you long enough. Geez, our shift ended an hour ago!"
The lynx growled under his breath and started the car. The 'yote didn't say anything as they began to drive.
"So, how'd it go? What was the complaint about?"
"Huh? Oh... nothing... it was... nothing."
"So why'd it take so long?"
"Took... so long... because, uh... we watched a game on the TV," Frankie said, trying to come up with something plausible.
"Well, shit! Why didn't you come and get me?" Alex asked. "I wouldn't have minded. Kind of inconsiderate, you know?"
Frankie nodded. His thoughts weren't focused at the moment. Something nagged at him. He couldn't quite figure out what it was until the sound of a tearing seam echoed through the car. Frankie looked down in horror as he realized his cock had torn through his boxers.
"What was that?" Alex asked, eyes on the road.
"Oh... my shirt was caught in the door. Just ripped it out accidentally," Frankie said, trying not to let his voice quaver as familiar feelings began to run up his spine. His cock pushed down one of his pant legs, thickening up as it brushed over his smooth, short fur.
Something else nagged at Frankie's memories and he turned to face Alex.
"Hey... don't I remember you telling me once about that weird case you had, where the guy's dick grew real fast or something?"
"Oh, yeah! Man, that was ten years ago. I was just a rookie like you," the lynx said. His face lit up as he launched into an obviously familiar, oft-told story. "See, this guy, a Dalmatian, woke up with a cock that had to be five feet long. This was one of the first cases of whatever they're calling it now, spontaneous masculine tropophilia or something. I dunno. Anyways, I show up with my partner, this big stallion who liked busting heads more than anything. We go up to the guy's place and find him with this massive cock, right? Only he's gone crazy with lust or something, and making something called fear-moans."
The lynx took a right, driving them back towards the station house.
"Okay, so these things are like perfume or some shit, and they can really mess up your mind. I realized something was going on and got the hell out, but I couldn't get Jack to move an inch. He just stood there and stared at the Dalmatian, right? And the Dalmatian, he's staring right back at him. And I was starting to feel funny too, so I booked it and called for backup."
The lynx continued his story, unaware of Frankie's heavy breathing and obvious discomfort.
"So they send in a bunch of females. I guess it doesn't affect them or something. Which is funny, since it kind of proves the 'size doesn't matter' thing true, right? Ha! So anyways, I don't get to see Jack for a few days, and it turns out he and the Dalmatian just wrecked each other. Couldn't help themselves. And Jack ended up with a schlong just as big as the dog's. He really ended up hung like a horse!"
Alex laughed at his own jokes as he took another turn. He glanced over at Frankie, expecting the coyote to be laughing as well. Instead, he saw a massive bulge slowly tearing itself out of the canine's pants and a look of utter bliss on Frankie's slim muzzle.
"Aw, shit, Frankie... what the-"
The coyote let out a howl as his cock jerked without warning, pulling up into the air. It slapped into the windshield before flopping backwards into Frankie's chest. The head rolled over and blasted several thick globs of cum right into Alex's cheek. The lynx swore as the huge shaft continued to grow, rapidly filling the passenger and driver's side of the car. The lynx braked hard, screeching to a halt, as more thick cum poured out of the coyote's immense and growing erection.
"Oh, shit, Frankie... oh... oh... sheeeeeet..."
The feline's words trailed off as his nostrils filled with an incredible masculine scent. His eyes popped open as he tasted pre-cum on his lips. The huge shaft twitched, pinned partly under the dashboard. Frankie whined and kicked his legs as his huge nuts grew, overflowing the area between the seat, floor, and underside of the dashboard.
More pre-cum pumped out of the tip, splattering across the steering wheel, windshield, and radio in the cruiser. Thick rivulets of pre-cum ran down into the vents, flooding the systems. The engine sputtered and died as seed dripped from the windows. Alex moaned as the pheromones got into his body, and he reached out, wrapping his arms around the coyotes cock, pulling the tip down towards him.
Pleasure washed through the coyote's body as he felt a muzzle stuff into his cock slit, slurping up the cum pulsing out. He kicked his legs, groaning as his balls continued to fill up the front of the car. The vehicle rocked side to side on the edge of the road as the two males inside were drawn deeper into their lust-filled states.
The dashboard soon crumpled under the weight of Frankie's cock. His expanding balls bloated, cracking plastic, stretching wires, destroying the dashboard. The seat snapped and he fell backwards into the back seat while his cock stretched from between his legs, straight to his partner's muzzle.
Alex's head was soaked by now. Cum ran down his suit, flooding the floor of the squad car. Wires shorted and miniature flashes filled the car with brief points of light as the fuses blew out. The radio crackled and died as the lynx humped at the massive organ filling the car. Frankie lay across the back seat, balls still growing, pushing against the window. His massive cock reached from one end of the car to the other, curling partly around the driver's side seat.
Alex ripped off his clothing between suckling the mega-shaft. He opened his mouth wide, struggling to get his lips around the huge tip, which was nearly twice the size of his own head.
As with Frankie, somehow the feline stretched his jaw wider, wider, wider. His sharp teeth tickled Frankie's flesh, but after almost five minutes of effort, Alex got his jaws around the flexing, pulsing, squirting head. His nostrils flared as the magnificent erection impaled his throat, growing straight down his gullet, stretching his neck and deforming it. The cat struggled, gurgling, swallowing, clothes ripping off, leaving him naked. His cock throbbed as he used one hand to rub himself and the other on Frankie.
The over-endowed coyote had never felt anything as tight and warm as Alex's throat. He humped forward, desperate to feel more, and shoved nearly half of his length down the lynx's muzzle. The cat looked like a squirming, living condom as his belly inflated slowly with pre-cum.
The side back window exploded as Frankie's nuts grew too large. The doors creaked and the tires popped, one by one, making the car rock. The coyote's cock bent in half, bending the roof as another foot stuffed itself down Alex's throat. The feline's eyes watered as he swallowed, unable to stop. His belly grew larger and larger by the moment, until the driver's side door bent outwards, twisting like aluminum can.
Neither male noticed the growing crowd outside the car, or the screams as the frame twisted and bent, cracking open to reveal more and more gigantic male flesh. They didn't hear the sirens of their fellow officers approaching, or notice, after the car was very nearly demolished and they had fallen out onto the street, the large haz-mat tent built around them, shielding them from view.
All of this went on as Frankie pumped his hips best he could, kneeling on the pavement, clutching his mega-sized nuts, with Alex's lips nearly to his sheath. The cat's body was deformed and bloated, flooded with too much thick seed. Frankie hadn't even properly cum yet, he realized, and let out a whine of pleasure as the body writhing on his shaft squeezed even tighter.
For a brief moment of lucidity, Frankie was glad he hadn't been there at the beginning of the fox's transformation. Would it have been like this?
The thought was washed away in a powerful flood of cum as he came, climaxing relentlessly into his partner's bloated body. The feline's eyes were barely visible, set back in his puffy face, as his arms and legs almost disappeared into rolls of flesh, taut and jiggly. Cum leaked from every orifice and his shaft pumped a single, steady, non-stop jet of fluids onto the pavement, where it rolled off into the gutters.
The burst of cum was so great that, by the fourth or fifth burst, Alex popped right off the end of his cock, landing with a splat on the ground. He rolled onto his back, draining rapidly, as Frankie kept firing, massaging his maleness relentlessly. He came again, orgasm upon orgasm, spraying every square inch of the tent. Alex, moaning and gurgling on the ground in front of him, ended up below his monstrous sac. The feline's arms squeezed at the white fur of Frankie's nuts as the coyote growled, moaned, and humped his hips. He could feel the body underneath his balls and shuddered as he came even harder.
There was no stopping this. It had to run its course. Frankie's mind was a blur of lust and pleasure as he rolled Alex over onto his hands and knees. The cat's arms and legs barely touched the ground because of his still-bloated belly.
The cat yowled as he felt a massive length push under his tail. Frankie couldn't stop himself as he thrust in, hammering at the lynx's ass, until he broke through. He sunk in hard, deep, stretching the feline's rump just as he'd done to the cat's muzzle. Foot after foot of thick male dick slid deeply into the lynx's body, stretching him out anew. Underneath the bloated ball of gray and white fur, the lynx's cock throbbed, thickening and swelling, pumping out hot loads of jizz. His balls grew just as quickly, soon rivaling Frankie's massive sac, as they flooded with seed.
Frankie grunted when he realized his knot was plugging up the cat's bottom, preventing him from going in all the way. He growled, grasped Alex's hips, and pulled on him harshly, single-minded in his desire to pound the male with every foot of his incredible cock. Alex gurgled, cum streaming from his nose and lips, hardly able to flex his arms as the coyote had his way with him. Repeated thrusts gradually opened the cat's rear... Frankie had to strain, flex every muscle, urge his shaft and knot forward.
It took nearly an hour of pressure before Alex's rear finally gave out. The cat's eyes widened as the knot claimed him; his hips and belly distended around the girth of the thing like nothing more than a furry, fleshy condom. Frankie howled and came, harder than ever before. The poor lynx looked more like a Thanksgiving parade balloon with a ridiculously large red cock tacked on than a police detective.
Frankie's paws gripped the mass of Alex's pelt, sliding him roughly up and down his stupendous length. He could only manage short, fast strokes - his massive knot, twice as thick as the cat's hips at their normal size, prevented too much movement. And still he came, erupting time and again in the lynx's body. Alex's throat, nose, and cock all sprayed cum out, trying to reduce the pressure, but the sheer amount of fluid building up inside was just too great, and the cat kept getting bigger and more stretchy.
Frankie couldn't tell how long it lasted. The intense pleasure overwhelmed any kind of rational thought for hours and hours, it seemed like. The tent was dark, with no light making it in from outside, and a few inches of seed rolled slowly towards the gutters. His cock, however, was smaller, softer. He shuddered and moaned as he gripped at where the round ball of lynx's hips would have been, were they not so stretched, and pulled him up.
His knot popped out with surprising ease, but Alex's throat opened in a mighty yowl as the rest of his massive shaft slithered free. The feline's gaping rump landed on the ground, immediately releasing a gush of coyote-cum. Frankie staggered to his feet and looked down at himself as his thick pink cock slowly pulled itself into its sheath. His balls were huge, bigger even than the fox's, and forced his knees apart. His cock was probably five and a half feet, maybe even six, at its height, while flaccid, as it was now, it was a good two, and about as thick. He shivered as he watched it pull into the white, taut sheath, and patted it. It jiggled, sending pleasurable vibrations down into his prodigious nut sack.
Alex gurgled and moaned, rolling onto his back as he drained. His body gradually assumed roughly the shape he'd been before, but his sheath was fat and thick as a coffee can - and about twice as long. A long, thick, deep red cock lay across his belly, growing by the moment. Already deep in the throes of his transformation, Alex managed to get his lips to work and say something to Frankie.
"If you don't start sucking my cock," he wheezed, hips jerking as his length expanded, "I'm going to do what you just did to me... twice."
Frankie shuddered as a fresh batch of new pheromones hit his nose. His cock, so recently retreated, shivered and throbbed warningly, and his powerful nuts jostled, roiling and swelling.
The coyote limped over to the feline, dragging his sac behind him, and reached for the bloated male's cock. Alex whined as the canine fondled it, stroking and lifting it. It was almost three feet long now and felt hard as a rock in Frankie's paws. He grinned and leaned forward, thinking of something fun he could try.
Facing Alex, Frankie grasped the cat's paws and pulled him up, forcing the shivering, moaning feline to stand. They leaned together, so that Alex's shaft pushed into Frankie's belly and chest. Their massive nuts roiled and squeezed together between their legs as they leaned, both their muzzles licking and kissing over the tip of Alex's deep red stalk. The erect shaft pulsed and throbbed, spurting clear pre-cum, mashing against Frankie. Frankie massaged the deep red length as his hips thrust, driving his flaccid cock and sheath into the cat's tool. He was getting hard again and it felt incredible to have this massive, hard dick sliding and slipping against his growing meat. He gripped his sheath, tugging at the white-furred flesh, moaning as it stretched out and his huge cock pushed out by another foot or so.
Soon, his cock towered in the air between his body and Alex's, a bit bigger than the lynx's as it curved against the other pole. The coyote's light pink flesh ground against the lynx's darker red shaft as their arms met, holding themselves together, hips pumping and thrusting. More clear pre-cum poured down between their erections as the frottage continued; their huge balls shifted, grinding, fighting for space between their spread legs.
Frankie couldn't even see any of Alex's head or chest, just his arms coming from behind this massive, nearly 4-foot cock. It was still growing, though Frankie's was at its full, incredible height, nearly five and a half feet altogether. It felt so good he could hardly even gasp as the pheromones sent him on a dizzying journey through rampant pleasure. Their hips shoved together as their tips smeared each other with pre, veins on veins, slick skin on slick skin, balls grinding and touching below.
Frankie pushed his shaft forward, holding the slit open, and shoved it right down over Alex's stiff stalk as the feline followed his lead. The cat yowled as he felt the warmth and tightness surround his length; Frankie's mouth dropped open and his balls churned anew. His urethra stretched and bulged outwards, showing every outline, every vein of Alex's shaft through the taut skin. His cock stretched, pulsing and throbbing around the lynx's oversized member as it shoved deeper down his tight urethra.
Frankie managed a grin as his balls began to bloat - the force of Alex's eruptions were forcing cum back into his swollen nuts. They grew larger, heavier, forcing his legs further apart, until his toes barely touched the ground. He wobbled, essentially sitting on top of his incredibly large balls, as the link's hands squeezed his shaft, hips pounding away at the tight, slick, wet insides.
Alex's lips pulled back in a lustful sneer as his eyes closed, cock surging in length to just under five feet. The lynx's bushy, short tail stood straight behind him as he pumped forward, hilting inside Frankie's stretched, tight shaft. The feline yowled as his orgasm blasted through his body, making his legs shake, his fingers tremble, and his whole body tense. Every strand of fur stood straight as he began to cum straight down Frankie's urethra.
The coyote's cock jerked as an orgasm thrilled through his body, but no cum made it out, not with the force of the seed explosions Alex was pumping straight into his bloating balls. Frankie cried out, paws on the base of his swollen member as he was lifted up into the air by his own engorged testicles. They spread outwards, flattening against the pavement, growing and bloating and stretching until he was hovering almost five feet above the street, legs dangling uselessly over the sides of his own white nut sac.
From outside the tent, the police officers waited, listening for the moans, squeals, and gasps to end, for the flood of jizz to stop. They'd gone through four tankers pulling the pungent goop out of the drains already so that it wouldn't get into the river.
What they didn't know, however, was that the city had built its current sewer system on top of an old one. Over time, holes opened up, allowing water and other fluids to transfer from one to another. These lower sewers were flooding with cum, breaking down crumbling mortar. The old drains went directly to the local reservoir, from which the entire city drew its supply of fresh water. When Alex pulled his cock-plug from Frankie's shaft, the built-up flood of coyote and lynx cum not only re-painted the interior of the haz-mat tent, threatening to blow holes right through the plastic as the pressure-hose-like explosion continued, it sent a near tidal wave of male cum through those lower tunnels, destroying what few barricade remained to prevent it from reaching the reservoir. Their cum, unlike Ralph's from earlier when it washed down the drain, would bypass the water treatment plant.
As Alex and Frankie continued their lust-filled sexual escapes, Ralph watched the news on his television, feet propped up on his massive sac, a worried expression on his face. When alerts popped up telling people not to drink the water, he started to look really guilty.
But at least they'd be quicker about creating buildings that could accommodate his kind, once all the males in the city ended up with five-foot dongs.
So, small victories?
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Text: My friend Wendy and I sat at a small large round table at a small restaurant in the mall. Wendy was having her usual health plate of sparkling water and a vegetarian sub. I was having pizza, four slices with all the toppings, a chocolate milk and a brownie for dessert. Seated around us were an assortment of mall visitors; a couple old ladies, three young boys at one table, two young mothers with their children and an older guy who was quite intrigued with the newspaper he was reading.
I squirmed in my seat a bit as I took a big bite of pizza. Wendy noticed this and became concerned.
"Are you okay, Helia?" she asked looking me up and down. At her vantage point all she could see were my head and shoulders and my chest. My chest was the main thing she was looking at. It was hard not to look at it. It was hard not to notice a girl with a 86 inch chest.
I set down my piece of pizza and looked over at the three young boys at the table to our left. "I'm fine. It's just that one kid over there is blowing through his straw into his soda and..." I placed my right hand to my right breast and rubbed the giant thing through the yellow sweatshirt I was wearing. "...his bubble blowing is effecting me."
"Oh gosh! I didn't know even the sight of someone blowing something up made your...umm...condition kick in," my blond haired friend said looking at my huge breasts.
I sighed and felt my bra straps bite a little more into my back and shoulders. My nipples popped up and made prominent bumps in the sweatshirt material. A normal girl you wouldn't notice her nipples emerging but mine were fairly large, like fat ripe grapes ready for pinching.
"It's not just the sight of someone blowing something up. Heck, it doesn't usually happen just with someone blowing tiny bubbles," I told my friend as I sat back in my seat as my boobs pushed over the table. They had already been resting on the top of the table like giant beachballs on display...that was why we had gotten a large round table...to accomodate my large round boobs. "Even sounds of things inflating or bubbling make my condition act up."
"Should we leave?"
"No. I am not going to run away everytime this thing happens to me. If this is my fate to get bigger and bigger then I will live with it...and everyone else will have to live with it too!" I said as the three boys, mainly the kid that was blowing the bubbles in his soda, stopped what they were doing and looked at me. They looked at me and at my huge breasts billowing out of my sweatshirt...and grinned.
The kid with the straw leaned over his soda, lips wrapped around the drinking utensil and blew. Huge bubbles formed and popped and bubbled in his glass. I cried out as my boobs ballooned up bigger in my top. "Maybe you shouldn't run away, just get up and walk quickly away before you float away," Wendy said as she wrapped up the remains of her sandwich and my lunch.
I held onto my growing boobies and got to my feet. If I got any bigger I wouldn't be able to get out of the door of the little restaurant.
The three boys laughed and the other people who were taking notice now were scoffing as I got to the door and opened it. I started through and my giant boobs scraped the edges of the door frame.
"Gosh, Helia. It looks like your butt is getting bigger also!" Wendy exclaimed behind me.
I squeezed through the door and finally got through, making my way out into the crowded mall. The initial release from the confines of the door sent me stumbling off balance for a moment. In that moment I, with great embarrassment, literally bounced chest first off a number of surprised shoppers. My enormous breasts bounced and jiggled with each nudge against a person.
When the superball/boob-bounce episode was over I regained my footing and adjusted my top. The L sweatshirt was already starting to untuck and rise over my little tummy. I pulled it down as much as I could which really emphasized how big my boobs actually were now. Not being able to do much else I just let it hang where it was.
Wendy checked her watch. "Hey! It's almost time for that show at the IMAX!"
Wendy wanted to go see a show at the IMAX movie theater in the mall. It was like a regular movie theater sort of except the screen was SUPER HUGE and the seats seemed to hang out in space so you got the full visual effect. I had never been to one and Wendy said it was SUPER KEWL!
We got to the IMAX theater. I was happy to see double doors leading into the thing. We went in and waited in line. A lady with her daughter stood in front of us and she kept turning around and looking at me. She kept leaning into her daughters ear and whispering something as she looked at me.
Thinking this rude and imagining all the nasty things she was saying about me I stepped forward and mashed my boobs against her back.
"Excuse me?!" the lady said.
"Don't let your baby grow up to be a Balloon Girl!" I giggled and my huge breasts bounced in my top.
The line moved forward. People paid the attendant and headed through the inner doors into the main theater.
"What show are we going to see anyway?" I asked my friend as we got to the attendant. His eyes widened at the side of my ultra wide front loads.
"Something about airplanes and stuff. They over the Grand Canyon and you really feel like you are flying," she answered.
"I don't know about the Grand Canyon but...been there, done that." I giggled again.
We got our tickets and went into the main part of the theater. The place was getting guite full of people. A lot of the people lined the top three rows of the long four row theater. Wendy and I moved down to the first row below everyone else where there were decent seats. I couldn't believe how big the screen was. It must have been 60 feet tall and maybe 100 feet wide.
The seats were actually kind of cramped. You sat in a cushy seat but seemingly close to the rail in front of you. I took my seat and found my boobs almost reached the rail. Oh well.
"Put your headphones on for better sound," Wendy said as everyone else in the place slipped a pair of headphones on their left in a compartment in the seat arm.
I plopped the headphones over my ears and sat back as the theater grew dark and the show begin.
A great musical score filled my ears as the title of the show filled the screen. THE AGE OF FLIGHT. There was some narration about the history of avionics, showing crude airplanes and other inventions of the earthbound man.
"AND ONE OF THE MOST PEACEFUL MEANS OF FLIGHT FOR MODERN MAN HAS BEEN FOUND TO BE..." A shot of a hot air balloon filled the screen. "...THE HOT AIR BALLOON. LET'S WATCH NOW AS THIS AT FIRST FLAT AND LIFELESS INSTRUMENT OF FLIGHT BECOMES A BEAUTIFUL HUGE ROUND INSTRUMENT OF FLIGHT."
The screen suddenly showed a group of people blowing up a hot air balloon. The sound blasted through the headphones. I cried out as I felt the sudden burst of myself beginning to inflate.
"No! No! No!" I cried as my sweatshirt exploded and my huge breasts burst forth inflating faster than the hot air balloon on screen was inflating.
"Oops. I'll go get the usher," Wendy said as she hurriedly moved away from her ballooning girl friend.
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WARNING
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FOREWORD
Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a number of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don't believe anything like this has been tried here before.
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I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you'll find a ton of very erotic reading that will appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for anyone visiting Literotica. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it'll occasionally flirt mildly with a "fetish" so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category. Many of these chapters could go into many different categories.
For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex because a number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd expect a totally hetero reader to relate to and enjoy this chapter.
Chapters 24 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between sister's. So, don't judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something (actually a lot of somethings( in it for everyone. LOL
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*Chapter 15 - Slaves Must Earn Sisters Forgiveness*
We toweled off before heading back into Jim's room.
"OK guys, that was a good. We've voted to accept that as your first penance. For your second punishment, we want you to sit down on the floor facing us so we can see your boners."
We sat as instructed, but both our erections were wilting a bit from embarrassment.
"For your next assignment we want to see you come. Not hiding behind a wall like you did when you spied on us, but where we get to see you shoot your stuff." said Beth.
While masturbating is normally fun, this was not going to be so easy. I'd jacked off thinking about both Beth and Lynn plenty of times, having them sitting there waiting for me to perform on cue was a whole other ballgame.
Jim and I didn't look at each other; we just started pulling on our puds. Initially I tried looking at the girls, then tried closing my eyes, picturing them feasting on each other's pussy. I even tried imagining what Carly's body might look like. I was staying firm, but getting nowhere near popping my cork.
After a few minutes Lynn apparently guessed my difficulty. She said, "Boys, I think maybe you need a little help" Her voice was soft, there was tenderness in it that reached directly into my brain.
Lynn stood, I looked up to her face; she was staring directly into my eyes. Seductively she slipped out of her robe, letting it puddle onto the floor behind her. Standing there, towering above me, God she looked incredible! Sternly enough to remind me the girls were in total control, Lynn resolutely stated, "Remember, you're our slaves, you're being punished, you are NOT allowed to touch us!"
Keeping her eyes fixed on me, Lynn said "Maybe I'll sit down there, where I can see the action a little better." Her voice sounded like a sexy purr, which managed to keep me totally off balance.
Sitting only a couple feet away, Lynn bent her knees up, then slid her legs just across my shins so we each had an unobstructed view of the other's genitals. The effect upon me was immediate, and obvious. Promptly me penis inflated like a balloon on a helium tank, clear seminal fluid soon oozed from my slit.
Taking Lynn's cue, Beth stood to remove her robe. She made a exaggerated turn, bent at the waist, made a production of folding and smoothing her robe, all the while giving Jimmy and me a perfect view of her butt and pussy. Beth turned back to us grinning.
"Guess my brother could use a little incentive also." She proceeded to position herself in front of Jim, giving him the same unhampered view of her sweet pussy that Lynn afforded me.
I'd certainly been distracted by Beth bending over, she was even more glorious than Jimmy had described to me. Her ass was so firm! Her pussy looked so soft, wet, and inviting. Seeing her breasts swaying beneath her sucked the air right out of my lungs.
Divine as Beth looked, my gaze soon returned to Lynn. I now wanted to give her a good show. I wanted her to see how her body effected me. Most of all, I wanted to study the beautiful girl sitting an arm length away. To me, her body was the most perfect thing in the universe. I stared at her pussy, but my eyes kept being drawn to her breasts and the mesmerizing puffy areolas that capped them. Now thicker and longer than when she first sat down, her nipples were coming alive too.
Despite having come several earlier, the short rest had been enough. Lynn's body was definitely going to make me come again. I could feel the gathering momentum, this time from far, far away. I knew I had time, there was nothing to worry about. I was going to come. I was going to come for Lynn.
Showing so many curves, I couldn't imagine how Lynn could ever be any sexier. Amazingly she'd probably get even sexier looking over the next couple years. But at that moment, I knew I was staring at near perfection.
Looking back towards her pussy, it seemed to me her slit was more open, she appeared wetter. I didn't know any more about female anatomy than what I'd gotten from pictures in my few Playboys or watching our cattle during the Spring. I didn't know much about what part was what, but I knew I wanted to learn everything there was to know about Lynn's pussy.
A thousand times I'd talked trash with Jimmy, saying stuff like "Man I'd like to eat that." Sitting there, absorbing every detail between Lynn's legs, I finally understood what I'd been saying. Desperately, painfully, I wanted to bury my head between her legs. My tongue begged to be turned loose to explore her every nook and cranny. My lips longed to kiss those puffy, furry lips. I'd kill to feel the fine hairs adorning her crotch tickle my face. My breathing became very deep and labored. Vaguely I was aware that Jimmy sounded as if he was getting close himself.
My eyes darted again to Lynn's unbelievably soft looking breasts. I made eye contact with her staring nipples. Unconsciously I was leaning forward to suck on them, I wanted to feel those nipples in my mouth. Her hands quickly rose. I stopped myself before she had to. I looked at her face. Using a stern tone Lynn whispered to me, "Follow your orders. Just come for me." Lynn leaned a little closer then added very softly, "Tell me when you're almost there, OK?" I nodded, lowering my gaze to her puffy tipped breasts.
Tingles and twinges signaled me that sperm would soon be shooting out of me. Staring at her pussy, I uttered a very breathy; "I'm almost there..."
Lynn, God bless that incredible girl, slid her hips a little closer to me, at the same time her hands pulled her vaginal lips apart, revealing her hole and all her intoxicating pink flesh. Seeing Lynn like that was just like pulling a trigger. I started shooting modest gobs of sperm onto her breasts and belly. One of my last spurts landed directly on what I know now was her clit. Upon seeing my semen on her body, I almost passed out. Once I was kicked square in the chest while milking a cow, it felt about the same as I came.
About ready to topple over, Lynn slid beside me, then put an arm around me. My head lolled onto her shoulder. There wasn't enough air in the room somehow. She began to stroke my hair. Lynn whispered into my ear, "That was amazing, thank you."
It'd been a long time since I could remember feeling as content as I did while she held me.
Jim was no longer having trouble following his "orders" either; by now he was living a dream come true. His sisters had fascinated him for a long time. Here was Beth sitting naked maybe 2' away, knees up, parted wide so he could stare at her slippery looking pussy. Or his eyes could travel over her firm belly, on up to her soft swaying breasts. Beth's breathing caused her breasts to move seductively, firing up Jimmy all the more. The real torture was from being able to see the 'promised land', but like Moses, not being allowed to go there.
Jim couldn't help glancing at Lynn at times, her breasts in profile were surely a sight to behold; but Beth was closer, affording a better view. So he concentrated on her body. Beth's body was awesome. Long, shapely legs, hips and a belly that seemed custom-designed to have a penis buried in it.
And those breasts! He tried to put into words the way they looked, but found it difficult. They weren't pointy, they didn't sag. They were a little fuller than the so-called champagne glass breasts he'd seen in Playboy. They weren't huge, they weren't small; they were two magnificent handfuls. They were Beth; he could've stared at them for hours on ends. Jim couldn't tell which was exciting him more, Beth's chest or pussy. His eyes just kept touring her face and body, she was about to make him come yet again today.
The closer to climax Jim got, the more excited Beth became. Never witnessing an ejaculation, she was becoming highly aroused as the moment neared. As much as Jim loved looking at her body, Beth loved looking at his. Beth drank in the shape and textures of Jim's penis.
It wasn't quite as impressive as her father's had been, but this penis was an arm's length away. Plus it was under her total control for a while; Beth couldn't help thinking that cock looked like it'd fit wonderfully into her pussy. Shuddering visibly as she vividly pictured that penis aimed at her opening, Beth imagined it trying to worm its way into her body. Beth's pussy was primed, absolutely ready to go off.
As Jimmy stared between her widepen legs, he saw everything his instincts were programmed to look for. (Brain to balls: it's time for sex!( With a warning groan and staccato expelling of air, Jimmy shot any sperm left in his body onto Beth.
Beth was enthralled with the whole thing. She'd seen me shoot my sperm onto her sister, now Jimmy had ejaculated onto her. She'd thought there'd be more sperm from Jimmy, but Beth had no clue how much we'd pumped out earlier that night.
Moving behind Jim, Beth sat down. Putting her arms around him, she pulled him towards her until he ended up leaning back against her. Beth ran her hands across Jimmy's chest. She kissed his checks a few times and played with his hair a bit. She'd really enjoyed the show.
We four sat around for a few minutes. The girls were really sweet the way they held us as we got our strength back somewhat.
Lynn kissed me on my check, stood up, then announced. "You both get A's for those performances. That penance is accepted. OK. We want you sitting on the edge of the bed."
I don't know about Jim, but it wasn't all that easy for me to stand at that point. Not knowing what was next, I was a little worried that I might look totally lame if I couldn't "perform" their next task.
Jim and I sat on the nearest side of the bed, basically occupying the spots the girls had recently vacated. Lynn and Beth waited for us to sit.
Beth said. "OK, boys spread your legs wide, we want to be able to get a good peek at your pooped little penises."
We complied. I felt pretty embarrassed now that I was indeed hanging limp, especially now that my hormones weren't running things for the moment. With the girls so clearly in control, I started to hang my head until I remembered there were two sexy, naked girls I could be watching. My head popped up, even if nothing else could at the moment.
Lynn stepped between my legs until her sweet breasts were right in my face. Beth's nipples were similarly waving in front of Jim's mouth. Beth continued, "Well guys, you both just got off. Now it's our turn. This is your last penance for tonight. Our breasts need a lot of special attention, but you can't touch us with anything but your mouths for the rest of the evening."
As much as I wanted to look at Beth's face when I turned my head her way, I could help staring at her nipples. They looked so long and delicious. Then I remembered why I'd turned her way. "Last one TONIGHT?" I said, half whining.
Lynn took my chin and redirected my gaze into her eyes, her pretty face crinkled into a mischievous smile. "Our folks will be getting home sometime tonight. You two weaklings look pretty pooped out to us, so we don't think you'll be very good slaves any more tonight anyway. Next weekend our folks are leaving Friday morning for some Grange convention thing, they won't be back until late Sunday. You both had better be here Friday night or else!" Lynn said, here voice sounding stern at the end.
Jim looked concerned that this penance business might go on forever. Lynn's voice seemed gentler as she guessed, then addressed our fears.
"No, it'll be over soon. We meant it about fair is fair. We gave this a lot of thought. If you trust us, and do as we ask, when this is over I think you'll agree we were fair. I believe we'll all be a lot closer as well."
Captivated by her voice, I instantly decided I'd do almost anything to be closer to this young woman. A protracted silence ensued while the girls just looked at us. I broke it by dropping my head submissively and saying "Command me mistress." Jimmy laughed. "OK, my mouth is your plaything, instruct me."
"So like I was saying," Beth continued "Our breasts need very special attention. We want you to kiss them all over, we want our tips and nipples licked and sucked. If you don't do us just the way we like it, we'll correct you, and you WILL follow our instruction without a single comment. Now start making us feel good boys!"
Immediately Jim commenced sucking Beth's right nipple; she told him to stop, to kiss her breasts for a while as she'd instructed. I turned my undivided attention to the most beautiful pair of breasts God ever put on a woman, Lynn's. Not too large, not too small I thought as I leaned forward to begin kissing the first breast since my mother's.
As my lips touched her left breast, I was overwhelmed by the warmth and softness I discovered. I was in heaven as I kissed a ring around her teat. My hands moved, reaching for her. I was overcome by the desire to fondle her amazing flesh. Catching myself; my cupped hands froze inches from her chest just as Lynn uttered a soft, but firm "No."
I looked into Lynn's eyes as I reluctantly let my hands fall back to my sides. Lynn gave me a truly heart melting smile as she whispered "Good boy."
I loved looking into her twinkling eyes. I whispered for her ears only "You are so much more beautiful than I'd even dreamed." Closing my eyes, I resumed kissing her breasts. Using the tip of my tongue, I trailed kisses from one breast to the other. Lynn put a hand behind my neck, mostly resting it there, but occasionally using it to issue silent instructions. Her other hand she ran through my hair, which made me feel somehow warm and special in spite of my submissive role.
Sensing that Lynn seemed to enjoy being kissed in her cleavage, I lingered there. Opening my eyes periodically, I'd look at her puffy areolas and wonderful wide nipples. They swelled and changed color as my kissing drew closer, ever closer to my goal. Her reddish brown caps struck me as being like a special treat you've been saving because its going to taste so good when you finally eat it.
"Suck them!"
My body trembled as I approached the moment when I'd take the end of her teat into my mouth. Opening wide, my lips engulfed her, my tongue joyously swirled over her entire red peak. Lynn must have shared my anticipation. As my mouth closed around her, I heard a very deep sigh.
Both hands lightly pulled my head into her breast; she bent forward to kiss my forehead. I was delirious. I started avidly sucking her nipple, its warmth and feel to my lips and tongue was pure bliss. I must've gotten carried away. Lynn softly whispered gentle directions; lick a little more there, nurse a bit more gently now, suck her entire tip in for a while, move to my other breast.
I have absolutely no concept of how long I nursed on Lynn. Her breathing had become very pronounced; even I understood she'd become quite aroused. Like I'd just awakened from a very deep sleep, it was hard to concentrate. I was in a near dream state.
I dimly grew aware that next to me Beth had her head back, eyes closed, breathing like Lynn. I glanced sideways, but continued suckling Lynn. Jimmy's mouth would suck on Beth's right nipple, slide down to cover the entire end of the firm breast, then leave a wet residue as he sucked upwards to just the nipple again.
Lynn spoke to Beth using short breathy words. "Are you ready? I for damned sure am." Beth nodded yes; it appeared her nod took great effort. "OK guys, I want you to lay on your backs there and there."
Jim and I were a little slow about releasing our twin treats, but soon understood where we were being told to lay; each on our backs, lying on a pillow like we were going to sleep.
Apparently Beth had left the room, she'd returned with two towels and something behind her back. She had us rise far enough for her to cover our respective pillows with a towel. Though pretty curious, I was totally distracted by her lovely breasts waving around above my face as she bent to her task.
"OK slaves, sit on your hands and keep them there. Still no touching except with your mouth." Said Lynn with some difficulty. As ordered, we slid our hands under our butts.
"Good." Lynn continued. "Beth tie 'em up. Help them remember we are the masters of their fate."
From behind her back, Beth produced two lengths of rope. Jim and my ankles were bound likes cows in a rodeo, and about as quickly. God, I felt embarrassed.
"Now you're going to eat us until we get off or tell you to stop. If you don't get us off, the way we feel, we may have to kill you." I couldn't help but smile; I detected a note of desperation in Lynn's voice.
As soon as it sunk in that I was about to have my mouth filled with Lynn's pussy, my heart started beating a mile a minute. The girls crawled on hands and knees beside us, then swung their legs over our heads. My eyes nearly tore out of their sockets as they tried to take in both sister's breasts swinging beneath them as they crawled around; or Beth's ass as she positioned herself over Jim's face; or the sight of Lynn looking at me between her swaying teats once she'd gotten into a 69 position; or looking up into Lynn's soaked, aroused slit.
Slowly Lynn lowered her pussy to my mouth. My view changed to seeing the ceiling through the crack of Lynn's butt. I wanted to study the pink rosebud that was her anus, but closed my eyes as I parted my lips, anticipating my first taste of Lynn's tender pussy. The scent of her aroused sex struck me like a fist; I loved it, my neck strained upward to meet her. I didn't have far to go, my primal instincts directed my tongue into Lynn's wet slit.
My senses reeled, my nerves jangled as the special warmth, humidity, scents and sounds combined to overload my brain. So many things were happening within me; I couldn't begin to single them out. My overtaxed system only knew one thing clearly. I was eating gorgeous Lynn and loving it. Despite any humiliation I might have felt that day, Lynn filled me with so many feelings of happiness and joy that I wanted her to have the best damned orgasm in the world. I didn't quite know what to do, but I was determined to do the best I could.
I sucked at Lynn's lips, explored her slit until I located all the different flaps and folds. I adorned the way she tasted; anywhere I touched or licked I found nectar of the Gods. Lynn's hips moved in slow circles, she'd thrust her slit ahead or back sometimes, directing my ministrations. Preoccupied as I was, still I listened to her breathing for signs that certain areas gave her the most pleasure. A few times she'd hold still then say something like, "Yes, right there. Lick faster."
Of course I found her hole. Though aching to plunge my tongue into her, I held off. Lynn had told me when I found her clit; her hips would rise or lower to teach my tongue the pressure she preferred.
Lynn had managed to delay the exquisite orgasm she felt gathering steam by studying the penis below her. It excited her to be so close to a cock, a cock that nature had designed to fit inside her body. She'd watched it stir and thicken as it's owner feasted between her legs. Still a little shy about doing what was on her mind, despite the slave talk, she moved her hand onto my belly.
Like a hawk circling, her fingers ran around my genitals or over my thighs. Finally she couldn't stand the wondering; Lynn fondled her first penis. At first her fingers ran over the baby soft skin of the penis and scrotum below it. Soon her hand encircled the extending shaft. For a while she just squeezed and milked it.
As it grew a little past semi-erect, Lynn started to slowly pump up and down my manhood. Part of me was incredibly excited knowing that this gorgeous girl, over whom I'd masturbated too many times to count, was using my penis as her personal plaything. Yet as much as this was a mind-blowing event, I had developed such warm feelings towards Lynn that I stayed focused on "my assignment", Which was fine with me, I wanted to get her off.
Lynn was fixated on the penis in her hand. She'd glanced at Beth and Jimmy moments earlier. Beth would be coming any time now. Her hips were driving hard into Jim's face. She'd bent so close to Jim's cock he must be feeling Beth's hot breath on it. Beth had propped herself on both elbows; she was using both hands to feel up their brother. "Nice cock Jimmy" Lynn thought in passing.
Lynn was ready to allow herself to come, but damn she wanted it to be a big one. She tightened her grip around my nearly erect penis, pumping me to the rhythm of her hips. Mentally Lynn drooled as clear fluid seeped from the end to my cock. My hips, with no thought on my part, began to hump her hand, matching the rhythm of her lust-driven hips. She felt herself edging closer, closer. Busy tongue-lashing her clit, I felt her pace quicken.
Staring at the penis pumping into her fist, Lynn's mind transported her inside her own body; she could picture that penis plunging within her sheath. She saw the head flare wide, diving at her cervix before it withdrew, only to plunge into her depths again and again. Lynn began to slide towards oblivion.
Abandoning her clit, I immediately drove my tongue into her vagina. Success! Lynn was coming, coming hard I suspected. Her opening closed around my tongue pulling me into her.
On pure instinct, I began to come. I was barely aware of it.
The rhythm of the penis seeking relief in her fist didn't change, but she felt it swell. The head was already shiny from the slippery fluid that coated it. Lynn had reached that perfect instant when she'd actually begun her orgasm, but was holding it back like a damned up lake. When she saw small streams of sperm weakly erupt from my penis, land, and pool back across the deep red glans, the damn burst; her body short-circuited from the potent sexual imagery.
Lynn's hips shuddered, but stayed in one place as she made short, rapid strokes up and down my outstretched tongue. My mouth flooded with her juices, I was swimming in a sea of ecstasy. Her hips resumed a circular motion as she sought to run every part of her pussy over my mouth. I managed to shift and flatten my tongue over her clit.
At first Lynn slowed down. Suddenly she emitted another series of protracted groans from her diaphragm; she came again. Her clit rubbed furiously against my tongue; I did my best to hold my tongue still for her. Lynn never slowed down that time; she kept going strong, then collapsed without warning.
When she breathed at all it was to take a huge, deep breath. I was able to shift just a bit so I could breath, yet still slowly kiss and taste around her puffy lips. Her occasional sighs and stretches told me she loved the affectionate nibbling. Certainly I was enjoying the way she gently fondled my penis like it was a treasured family pet.
Slowly turning, Lynn slid up my body; she gave me a smile I'd walk a mile in a hailstorm to see. "Please hold me Larry" she cooed. My muscles cramped when I tried to free them. As Lynn realized how much discomfort I felt, she made the sweetest face. "You poor baby." she said sincerely. Lynn set about covering my face with soft baby kisses that actually did a lot to make me forget the cramping.
It felt wondrous when I finally did get my arms around her. I held her so tight; it had been horribly frustrating not to be able to use my hands. I gloried in the way she felt.
Suddenly curious about our neighbors, I glanced to my right. Beth was lying on top of Jim, kissing his face and neck. I gathered Jim had performed acceptably.
Snuggling down next to my ear, Lynn's finger tips played across my chest for a time. Minutes later, she whispered into my ear. "Larry, please keep this to yourself. Trust me. Do whatever we ask you to next weekend, no matter what. It's important." Lynn paused. She rose up on an elbow to stare into my eyes. The look that came over her face I still find impossible to describe. I felt my internal organs melt. I felt the air leave my lungs. I felt myself fall in love with Lynn.
Lynn and I locked eyes, it felt like we peered into each other's soul for I don't know how long. The moment ended with Lynn giving me a long, soft kiss. Parting her mouth slightly, the tip of her tongue explored my lips. Following her example, I found just the tip of her tongue with my own until she gently pulled away.
Lynn got off the bed, extending a hand in my direction. After helping me up, I stood before her. Lynn's arms went around me, we hugged. With her head on my shoulder, she gave me a last squeeze and whispered "Do whatever we ask. You won't be sorry. Sweet dreams, Larry." Then like an elf in a dream, she was out of my arms, and out the door.
Silently I sat in the corner easy chair. Beth was still snuggling with Jim. I don't know if Beth even realized Lynn was gone. Beth looked soft and sexy; it was sweet as could be watching her. Moments later she was climbing off Jimmy. As she backed off the bed, her ass was in the air, waving in my direction. I couldn't get it up if my life depended on, but that didn't stop my mind from flashing an image of me sneaking up behind her, then my penis sliding into that sweet pussy by quietly allowing her to back onto my stiff dick.
Beth was headed to the door when she spotted me smiling at her from the corner. She wiggled a finger signaling "come here".
I walked over. Beth stepped into me, then playfully slid her tits up from my belly to my chest. Smiling at me, Beth got up on her toes to give me a soft kiss. We held the kiss, Beth fondling by penis and balls the entire time.
Breaking the kiss, Beth demurred. "And you were a good boy too, G'night." Grinning wickedly, she spun, headed for the door, yet took her sweet time. Beth had a talent; she could make her ass sway so it made any male watching wanted to screw her brains out. DAMN! What a finale to the best danged day of my life.
Jim and I were in shock. There didn't seem much point in getting dressed. I climbed into bed. I caught Jim's eye. I simply said, "Wow".
Jim sighed, "Yeah, Wow."
We rolled over and fell asleep.
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She walks over and sits down on the couch next to me. We channel surf for a bit but soon the whiskey starts to roll over me and I lay back, arms behind my head, eyes closed. I lift a leg up onto the couch.
"Wanna watch a movie?" she asks.
"Sure, whatever you want." Really, I could care less. I feel that buzzed warm sensation from the whiskey. I stretch my arms over my head, feeling good. I will probably fall asleep if she starts a DVD now. If she wants to watch a movie I will try to stay awake.
I feel the cushions shift and then a familiar touch on the inside of my thigh. Her touch is light and reaches up into the leg of my shorts. My cock responds almost instantly and by the time her hand reaches my balls it is almost fully erect. I groan lightly as she starts stoking my balls with the tips of her fingers. She shifts her weight again and I look down. Her lips are hot and moist on the inside of my leg as she kisses along the same path her hand had just taken. She knows I really, really like that. I feel the leg opening of my shorts being pulled aside.
Suddenly her lips are on my balls, her tongue pushing them around. I groan as she slowly takes one into her mouth, then the other. I open my eyes but all I can see is the top of her head. She works slowly and deliberately. She is always too rough with them and soon they started to ache. It's a dull ache that extends into my groin. Her hand starts stroking my shaft which is now almost as hard as it gets.
Rolling onto her stomach, legs bent at the knees behind her, she pulls my cock out the leg of my shorts. The air in the room is cold which only increases the sensation as she drowns my shaft in her hot, moist mouth. She starts out playfully at first with slow deep strokes, very gently. My cock pops out of her mouth and she blows air over the head. I look down. The head of my cock is really large, almost angry and purple. She looks up at me, her eyes lusty and hot. Then she dives back down and my cock disappears in her mouth. I moan lightly to indicate my satisfaction.
She starts working my cock faster now, no longer being playful but trying to get me off. I run my fingers through her hair, trying hard not to grab her head... fuck her mouth. It's what I instinctively want to do but it's too soon and I don't think she would like it right now.
"It's cold down here, let's go upstairs." I tell her.
"Mmmm, you sure?" she says.
"Yeah."
"OK, time for a little monkey sex, eh?" she giggles.
"I don't know about that..." I reply chuckling sarcastically.
She gets up and goes into the bathroom. My raging erection leaves me wondering if I made the right decision. I really want to get her off, however, and I know it will be easier in the bedroom. It's familiar territory.
She is taking a long time in the bathroom. My cock starts to soften. I walk upstairs to the bedroom, strip, and lay down on the bed. I hear the sound of a keyboard clicking. She is on the Internet. I know this will take a while. I get under the covers and close my eyes.
I wake up when the light clicks on from inside the bedroom closet. Looking at the alarm clock I notice two hours have passed. I apparently dozed off while she did whatever she was doing on the computer. She climbs under the covers, bedclothes on.
"Hey." I softly greet her, smiling sleepily. I am not capable of conversation more complex than this.
"Goodnight. Sweetie." she replies.
Very fucking funny, I think. Not a chance. No fucking way.
Still groggy I roll over and half lay on her, holding myself up on one arm. I lean to one side and push my arm up her shirt and place my hand flat over her breast. I know to be gentle with it. It is very warm and inviting. Looking her in the eyes I kiss her on the lips, lightly at first. Her mouth opens and so does mine. Our tongues touch and she moans into my mouth.
We kiss for a while, but the kissing becomes more intense and I find myself winded simply from not breathing. Breathing heavily now, she pushes me up. Sitting up she pulls her top up and over her head. It's an awkward maneuver and her earring gets caught in her nightshirt. I gently untangle her and start to toss the shirt at the foot of the bed.
"No, no." she says. "Leave it where I can find it, at the foot of the bed." I toss the shirt where she asks wondering if I should have folded it first.
She lies back down. Then I lean back on top of her but instead of kissing her lips I lean over and kiss her neck. She pulls her hair out of the way, shaking her head from side to side. I run my tongue along her neck and nibble lightly. She sighs and gently strokes the back of my head and neck. She flinches and wiggles. I know it's not feeling as good as when I started... it's starting to tickle. She almost giggles, so I stop.
I pick my head up and kiss her again, open mouthed, head cocked to the side. I sit up and turn around so I am sitting on my knees at her head facing her feet. Then I lower myself onto her nipple and draw it into her mouth. She strokes my side and moans as I gently stroke her nipple with my tongue. I lick around the areola. Her nipple is hard now. I keep gently licking it. Then I start to nibble, gently at first. She's really getting into it.
I gasp and then moan. She has lifted her head and taken my nipple into her mouth. I lower my torso so she won't strain her neck. I knew what I was doing when I turned around, obviously. She isn't gentle and starts to bite it almost at once. It hurts but she doesn't bite too hard and I like it. In fact I like it a lot. We each continue to mutually play with the others nipple. Then she reaches up and starts stoking my cock.
Did I mention my cock is rock hard at this point?
"What do you want?" I ask as I sit up, massaging her breasts.
She pauses for a moment and acts a little coy. "I want you to lick me.", she whispers, sheepishly.
"That's not good enough. Tell me what you want." I immediately reply.
She responds with a longer pause.
"I want you to lick my pussy... make me cum.", she whispers, almost jokingly. She smiles and giggles, perhaps a bit embarrassed.
"I don't know what you mean. That's not good enough." I reply. I am going to make her be very, very specific. She is going to have to tell me what I want to know. She lays there silently as I lightly knead her breasts.
I pinch her nipples, gently. She moans. Her voice gets very serious. "I want you to lick my cunt... gently around the sides, then down the middle. I want you to suck on my clit. Fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum... hard. Like you do it."
This is what I want to hear.
I crawl a few steps down to her pussy, kissing my way with each step. I set us up for a 69 with me on top but don't straddle her face. I keep myself off to the side of her head. I know she likes to take my cock into her mouth when she cums. She didn't always do this, but I got her to agree to try a 69 once and she came much faster than she thought. After that I told her how I liked it when she came with my cock in her mouth. Later she told me she had developed a craving for it. Ain't I the devil?
She reaches between my legs, and strokes my balls. My cock is rock hard and drooling precum. She puts some on her fingers and rubs the head of my cock. It is excruciating. She continues her light touch on my balls and then my ass. It feels really good.
Gently I prompt her to lift her ass off the bed by tugging at the elastic of her pajama bottoms. She lifts herself up enough for me to pull them down, then lifts her legs up so I can slide them off of her.
"Put them at the foot of the bed where I can find them." she commands. I do as I am told.
I lift her knees and pull her legs gently apart. It doesn't take much. I kiss the inside of her thighs the same way she kissed me on the couch a few hours ago. I press my tongue into the crease where her legs meet her crotch and slowly lick. Then I start to slowly flick my tongue around the outside of her pussy. It's rough, hairy. She generally keeps it shaved but it has been a while. So she is a little hairy but doesn't have any stubble. I much prefer to go down on her when it's shaven, but I really don't care. I just want to get her off. I lightly lick around the outside of her pussy, flicking with my tongue once in a while. She moans. Then I go back to kissing the inside of her legs, using my tongue as well.
She starts to stroke my cock, then leans over and takes it into her mouth. It's an awkward position and I know she is just doing it to make me feel good. After playing a bit she lays back and settles in. I know she has placed one arm over her eyes, concentrating. Her other hand is holding onto my cock. She is ready to cum.
I reach my arm around her leg and pull her pussy lips open from behind. I very, very gently lick her clit hood. She moans. Yes, she is very ready. Her pussy is really wet. I slowly run the full width of my tongue from the top of her pussy, right down the center, over her clit, over her tight little fuck-hole, and down to her perineum. She lets out a deep, deep groan as I get to the bottom. The arm that was over her eyes reaches out and grabs my side, her nails digging into me. Then it is gone, probably back over her eyes. She starts to stoke my cock, slowly.
I flick my tongue over her cunt hole. Her hips start to rhythmically move up and down slowly. She is making progress. Then I lean forward and jab my tongue deep into her. I love the taste and she is really wet. I start to fuck her with my tongue, just like she asked... just how I know she wants it done. First I fuck in and out slowly with my tongue. Then I make little circles, pressing against the inner wall of her pussy as deeply as my tongue will go. Then I go back to fucking with my tongue.
"Oh, fuck." she gasps gently, slowly and seriously. Her hips keep moving. My face is really wet now, soaked in fact. I start to run my tongue flat and wide up and down the length of her pussy, clit to perineum. Her perineum is hard and rough. She moans when my tongue touches it, but it's sensitive and I don't spend a lot of time there. I flick my tongue on it a few times and then head back to her clit. I do this a few more times and then start to pay attention to her clit since this is what will make her cum.
I pull back the hood with my lower lip and gently knead her now exposed clit with my tongue. It responds just as it should and I push down lightly with my lower lip so it will stay hard. Slowly, gently at first I tongue her clit. Her hips are moving slowly now, not as fast as before. She is probably concentrating very hard. I have wondered for years what she fantasizes about as she tries to cum. I know if I insisted she share her fantasy with me I would leave her feeling self conscious and stop it from working for her. Besides, I may not want to know the answer. Some things are best left unsaid. I keep working on her clit but soon I know it's time to change to something else.
I let up the pressure of my lower lip and suck her clit into my mouth. I flick my tongue over it lightly and quickly. She sighs and moves back to stroking my cock, balls, and ass. It feels really good. I can feel my precum on her arm when it touches my cock. I stop. You can't do that for too long or the sensation weakens. I go back to licking her pussy top to bottom, and then start to tongue her hole again. After a few minutes I go back to flicking her clit with my tongue.
Suddenly she tucks her head between my legs. Awkwardly she takes my cock into her mouth. She moans but I don't hear it, I feel the vibration on my cock. I gently rock my hips up and down, fucking her face very gently and slowly. Her moans on my cock tell me she likes it. Not too hard, I remind myself. Really, she is doing most of the work by rocking her head side to side. I am just encouraging the motion. I think it turns her on to think I am getting myself off.
I lick two fingers and stick them into her pussy. Her g-spot is easy to find. I never have to work hard to locate it. I put pressure on it, gentle pressure, and hold it. I let the motion of her hips do the rest. She responds with a grunt around my cock and more pressure on it with her tongue.
Suddenly she clamps down hard on my cock. Her orgasm is really strong. I feel her tongue pushing the underside of my cock up against the roof of her mouth. It sort of hurts but I keep gently fucking as she cums. Her other arm that was over her face is now on the small of my back, her hand opened up wide, fingers splayed out. She claws into me as she moans and grunts, a really noisy orgasm.
I can feel her cunt spasm around my fingers. I don't stop the pressure on her g-spot and I sure as hell don't let up on her clit. This goes on for a little while and then I start to ease up on her clit. I know it will be too sensitive soon and become unbearable for her. I resume licking the outside of her pussy lips, then around my fingers which are still stuck in her tight little hole. I pull my fingers out and replace them with my tongue. My face is buried in her pussy now, really soaked. She starts to twitch a little. It's way too sensitive for her now. I slowly lower her legs and stretch out on top of her, supporting my weight somewhat with my forearms. I lift my hips up and make more room for her so she doesn't get claustrophobic. She is really getting into sucking my cock, running her hands up and down my ass and balls. I lay there, a little tired and needing a break. I roll off her and she starts to spin around.
I wipe my face off on the blanket.
"Oh, thank you." she says, breathing heavily.
"My pleasure, really." I reply. That's no lie. I love the way a woman responds when you eat her pussy. I really get into it.
She gives me a wet open kiss and stuffs her tongue into my mouth. I know she can taste herself. At least I am pretty sure she can. My mouth is overwhelmed with the taste and smell of her pussy.
"Your cock was dripping on my arm. I loved it." she giggles.
That's a first. "Really?" I reply, intentionally sounding pleased. As long as she loved it it's all good to me.
I roll over to face her on my side and she flips over and starts to suck my cock again, gently stroking her fingers over my balls. It feels really good and she is clearly trying to get me off now. It's not going to work. It's really hard for me to get off like that. Not many women have been able to do it. Her mouth is too rough this time and it actually starts to hurt. Her teeth scrape my too sensitive cock head. She starts sucking too hard. I pull out and slowly sit up. She tries to get my cock back into her mouth but I gently prompt her to roll over onto her back. I turn around and hover over her. I kiss her and then sit up again.
"Tell me what you want." I say quietly.
"Ohhh." she groans. "Fuck me."
"That's not good enough." I put my hand behind the back of her neck. "Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me, slowly then fast and hard."
"You need to tell me more." I grab my cock. "Do you want this cock?" I ask, giving her a hint.
"Yes, fuck me with your cock. Fuck me hard, put it in...ohhhh."
I interrupt her as I start to rub my cock up and down her cunt massaging her clit. She starts to buck her hips up and down, trying to get my cock into her. I put the cock head in and make circles with it around her fuck-hole. Then I pull it out and slide it the length of her wet slit.
"In where?" I ask.
"Put your cock in my cunt, fast, all at once. Please fuck me.", she says in a deep voice.
I push. I am in. I immediately bury my cock to the hilt, feeling it bottom out. She lets out a deep groan and her legs splay out wide as she pulls up her knees. Her arms lay at her side, her head tilted back, eyes closed.
I start fucking right away, slowly at first. Sitting up I put a hand on each knee and push her legs back. Her pussy lips are pulled open and I can see my cock rocking in and out of her. She is really, really wet. There is no resistance and I slide effortlessly in and out. I push her legs open wider and lean back, taking in the sight of my cock sliding in and out. I am getting really turned on watching this. I look up and she is gently moaning with her head turned to the side, eyes closed.
I am good and warmed up now. I pull my knees down and let go of her legs. She promptly wraps them around my legs and her arms wrap around my neck. She pulls me down. It's hard to fuck like this but I manage. I start to kiss her neck but she interrupts me and leans over sticking her tongue in my ear. She is breathing heavily in my ear as her tongue makes circles. I don't care much for the tongue in the ear but the sound of her breathing, almost a moaning, is a real turnn. She moves her mouth and starts to chew on my neck.
I pull myself back up and lift her legs, fucking the whole time. I pull her legs together in front of me and fold her legs gently up to her chest. Her pussy is tighter now against my cock. It feels really good. I kiss her legs, licking her ankles. I suddenly run the full length of my tongue along the arch of her foot and then just as suddenly rake the surface gently with my teeth. She goes nuts. It's a total surprise but I know this will only work once. I repeat the trick on the other foot but the element of surprise is lost. Anything more would tickle.
I fuck some more enjoying the position and then I let her legs back down. She isn't complaining as I fuck harder and faster but I don't like to do the same thing for too long. I hook the back of her knees with my arms and spread her legs apart as I lean into her. She is opened up wide now, really loose and wet. I start to fuck her hard, faster and faster. I am really fucking the shit out of her and she is getting really vocal. I can hear my balls slapping against her bottom. She puts one arm above her head and the other over her eyes. It looks like she may be ready to cum again but I know it could take a while.
"Tell me when you want me to cum." I whisper in her ear. "I won't go until you tell me to. I just love to fuck you."
"OK", she says, almost in a gasp.
I slow down my pace and bend my head down and to the side, taking her nipple into my mouth. I tongue it slowly and gently bite down. Her arm moves to the back of my head, then pushes my head up. I probably bit too hard, or at least it was too distracting.
I go back to fucking her only I slow down somewhat. I sit up, releasing her legs, and use my thumb to massage her clit very lightly. I put my other hand on her breast and gently massage it. She moans and for the first time that evening she starts to fuck me back, rocking her hips. She is very warm inside and it feels really good. I sure hope I can keep from cumming too soon, but I know that won't be a problem. I begin a slow and rhythmic fucking motion. Her arm is partially covering her face. The look on her lips tells me she is really enjoying herself.
Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, I feel her pussy get very hot. I take my hand off her breast and touch my index finger to her lips. Her mouth opens, perhaps instinctively, and her tongue laps my finger into her mouth. She starts to lick and suck it as if it were my cock. I recognize the motions her tongue is making. She presses my finger against the roof of her mouth then gasps for breath. Then she makes a gasping, humming noise and I pull my finger out of her mouth
Her orgasm comes very quickly and with little warning. She pulls me down and almost screams into my neck, her arms wrapped around me. Her legs also wrap around mine and pull me in tightly. I can't fuck like this so I stop and let her pull me in as far as she wants. I grind myself into her. She makes a noise somewhere between crying and whimpering as her cunt rhythmically grasps my cock. It clearly was almost as intense an orgasm as her last one. She seldom comes twice in one night. I count myself lucky.
She comes down from her climax and lets go of me. I push myself up on my forearms and slowly start to fuck again. Soon she pushes her head up and takes my nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue until it's erect.
"Cum for me. Cum hard in me." she commands. Her words are muffled as my chest bumps into her lips.
I let her lick my nipple and pull a pillow under her head so her neck won't be sore tomorrow. I start to pump in and out harder, not faster. She is moaning into my chest. Then I pick up speed, closing my eyes. She knows that her sucking and licking my nipples will make me cum if she is persistent. That's why she started in the first place.
Soon I am really starting to get into it and her tongue is moving faster and faster over my nipple. The pressure increases and then she nibbles on the hard nub, then goes back to flicking her tongue. I am really enjoying it and then she changes to the other nipple. It hasn't been touched tonight and is really sensitive so it feels really, really good.
Soon I am really fucking her hard and I know I am about to cum. I keep getting distracted so I start to fantasize. I think of a red haired woman in a photo. Her red hair is long, shoulder length perhaps, slightly wavy. Her face is turned down. I can hardly see it. She is wearing a tight white top and one of her breasts is exposed. Her tight black skirt is hiked up exposing the full length of her leg and underwear. On her thigh is a tattoo. I can't tell what it is but it's sexy as hell. I stare at that picture in my mind. I imagine that the taste in my mouth is what her pussy tastes like, that the hot and wet pussy my cock is buried in is her pussy. I imagine that the tongue on my nipple is her tongue.
Suddenly I feel my balls tighten and my cock starts to tingle. I am about to cum.
"Oh fuck, I am cumming." I exclaim in a soft gasping voice. She moans and pulls me down onto her. Our mouths meet and our tongues twist together urgently.
"Oh fuck!" I groan as we kiss, tongues interlocked. I whine into her mouth as I slam my cock into her brutally over and over as I cum. Her tongue is going nuts in my mouth but I can't focus on my kissing and it's all I can do to keep my mouth open. I feel the semen flowing out of my cock, spurt after spurt. It's a very intense orgasm.
Then all my strength is drained from me I want to collapse but don't want to drop my weight onto her so I hold myself up on my forearms and dangle my head at her side, panting. She starts to stroke my back (it's very sweaty) and kiss my neck. I rock my cock back and forth in her pussy. It's still very hard but really too sensitive to fuck with so I just enjoy her warmth and wetness. I love the attention she is giving me. She pushes me up and over. I roll off and onto my back.
We lay in silence for a moment. I am spent and am afraid I'll fall asleep.
"Thank you." I say.
"My pleasure, sweetie.", she replies. She jumps up and runs into the bathroom. When she comes back she puts her nightclothes back on. They are conveniently at the foot of the bed. I figure that's a good sign we are done and she wants to go to sleep. So I go to the bathroom, clean myself up a bit, and return to bed, my cock still semi-hard. I get under the covers, nude.
"Goodnight, sweetie." she says.
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After Katrina left, Scott took a shower to get ready for the interview. Now he felt more relax and confident about meeting up with Mr. Thomas.
As he drove to the office, he started to think about Katrina and where this could possibly go. He knew this was something more for her and for him as well. He looked past little Kitty Kat that use to run around with pigtails annoying the hell out of him and Ricky to see this very sexy woman.
He also knew what she wanted was something that was not to be taken lightly and surprisingly, he was ready for that.
He was so focused on her that he didn't even give the interview a second thought. He found himself sitting around with the other hopefuls watching them sweat. In truth, Scott should be sweating more than any of these guys, given his history with Mr. Thomas. Then it occurred to him that maybe Mr. Thomas didn't remember him. Maybe he has forgiven Scott by now. It's been so long ago and so much has changed.
"Scott Porter, he will see you now." the secretary said looking at him with a smile.
He went into the office and was shocked by how big it was. You would never know from the outside. The walls were basically covered with bookshelves. The room was unusually cold and looked relatively spotless. There were a few pictures of his family around the room. He even saw his daughter's graduation picture. He was sitting behind this huge desk looking through a file. Scott nonchalantly cleared his throat which made him peered over at him with narrowed eyes.
"Mr. Porter, I see."
"Yes sir, that's me. Nice to see you sir, I didn't think you would remember me." Scott said extending his hand.
"How can I forget the man that made me run 5 miles after him and cost me almost a thousand dollars for a new bed." he took his hand, "Have a seat."
Sounds like this is going to be great, Scott thought sarcastically, "So, I see you have plenty of experience working in Washington. What makes you think you are the best candidate for the job?"
"Well like you said my experience. I worked for the Kemet and Hunt firm in D.C. for so long and there were sad to see me go. I created some new filing systems so that everything was in order and easy to find. I am very dependable. I had even helped some of the lawyers researched one case that was very difficult."
"Hmm." was his only response as he kept looking at Scott, "So, I see you are working to become a layer, why is that?"
"Well, I could give some excuse that I ran from the law enough times that I believe I should be into it, but that's not it. It's just that I have seen a lot of stuff go on being in the military and things need to change. I'm not saying that I'm going to change the world or something; I just know there is something that can be done. It always takes one person to bring it to everyone's attention. Also being in the Marine's has taught me respect for the law"
"Hmm." he responded again, looking over at his computer, "Scott, where do you see yourself going if you pass the bar?"
If? "I actually hoped to remain here. I know I can easily sign back with the Marines and join JAG, but I want to study more criminal law. I don't want to open my own practice, I just want to stay and help people and prove that not all lawyers are slime."
"Hmm." he responded yet again and Scott was growing more and more tired of it.
"Okay, Mr. Thomas look. I know I was not your favorite person and apparently, I'm still not, but I know I'm qualified for this job. It's says it right there in your face and maybe you haven't noticed but I have changed. I am a different person from when I was younger. All that I'm asking is that you show a little bit more interest in this interview."
He sat back in his seat looking at Scott intensely through narrow eyes. Scott returned that same gaze, making sure he knew that he couldn't be intimidated. Suddenly, he heard Mr. Thomas' laughter fill the room. It took Scott a moment to adjust to the sound but he finally felt at ease.
"Well you definitely have changed, Mr. Porter. I must say that I am thoroughly impressed."
"Thank you sir."
"Just to let you know, I've been looking through your paperwork and got a glowing recommendation from your Colonel Sprigs so I already had it made up in my mind that you had the job."
"Really?" Scott said not believing what he was hearing.
"Yea, I want you here first thing Monday morning at eight. If you want, you can go to security now so you can get a clearance badge. Just give me 10 minutes and I'll have my secretary alert them."
"Great, am I going to be the only one?"
"No, I'm going to hire one more, but don't let it look too obvious that you got it."
"Hey, they won't be able to read me at all." Scott stood up with a smile and shook his hand, "I'll go ahead and get that security thing taken care of today."
"Good and tell Ricky congratulations from me." he added as Scott left.
Scott left with the same look he has on his face when he went in there, a look of indifference. That probably made some of them a little more nervous.
After he cleared everything with security and got outside, he screamed out into the air. A couple of people walked past him, in shock. He just nodded in their direction and went over to his truck. He was finally happy that this was over, now he can go ahead and move forward. He needed to tell someone, actually there was only one person he wanted to tell right now.
Scott sat outside her office while she was in a meeting. He had loosened his tie and teased Jade a little while waiting. She wanted to know what happened to but he told he wanted to keep her guessing. He just had to make sure that the look on his face didn't give it away either.
The door opened and she walked out shaking hands with another man. She was in a little short tailored skirt and button down top. Scott just shook his head thinking he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
"Katrina, you are a life saver, thank you so much."
"No problem Gary, I told you we are able to do anything here." she smiled and he smiled back.
"Well, Katrina if there is anything you need from me, you let me know." he said grasping her hand to kiss the back of it.
Okay, that's enough, Scott thought as he stood up to make his presence known. The man looked over at Scott's narrowed eyes and let her hand go. Katrina just smiled inwardly and nodded to the man.
"Well, I'll have everything ready and setup before six." she said drawing his attention back to her.
"Oh, thanks so much." Gary said clearing his throat and quickly walked past Scott.
Her smiling eyes met his and he gazed back at her. She bit her bottom lip and beckoned for him to come in with her finger. He followed her taking off his jacket. Once inside, he pulled her to close kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as she gave into him. The way that he moved his tongue in her mouth made her knees weak and her pussy clench in need. She didn't expect him to come over today, but she was glad that he did.
"So, I'm guessing you didn't get the job." she joked as he finally pulled away from her lips.
A smiled tugged the corners of his mouth and he kissed her again briefly, "I got the job. For a minute there, I thought I didn't."
"That's great Scott, because I don't fuck unemployed men."
"You fuck me if I tell you too." he whispered low before kissing her again.
"What's up with this dominance thing?"
"You know you like it." he said backing her to the couch.
"So, I'm guessing you are not going to change." she smiled.
"You just going to have to adjust to the way I do things." she fell on the couch and he kneeled down between her legs.
He pushed up her skirt, looking directly in her eyes. He pushed her leg up on the couch to spread them and noticed that she was wearing a thong. He rubbed her pussy lips and was gratified to feel her buck off the couch. She was already so wet for him and he wanted to taste her. He leaned closer between her legs, pushing the thin material to the side. He inhaled her glorious scent and dove right in. She tasted so good that he was for sure that he was going to get addicted. She pulled his head in further arching her back to his assault.
"Oh Scott that feels so good." she spread her legs wider as his tongue pushed inside her.
She reminded him of strawberries. He loved the way she tugged and pulled on his hair. He pushed two fingers inside of her and slowly pumped them in and out. He took his mouth from her slit and looked up at her hair coming down from her bun and her wet parted lips. Damn, she is beautiful and she is all his. He went searching for her clit as his fingers still moved inside her.
He sucked on the little harden nub and felt her push his head further as she moaned out.
"Fuck Scott! Oh that feels good baby."
A low growl escaped his throat as he attacked her clit with his tongue, circling and sucking on it.
Both sensations were becoming too much for her. Her nails dug into his scalp and she grinded herself on his tongue and fingers. She felt herself building up for another big one.
"Oh Scott!" she screamed as she came on his tongue.
He held on to her thighs as he caught the juices that leaked out of her. Katrina laid back on the couch, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were quivering and her body was still tingling. This was something that she never felt before. He rose up eye level to her and she grabbed his face to kiss him. She tasted herself on his tongue and it turned her on more.
"I didn't want you to think I was selfish." he whispered.
"Oh never baby." she said kissing him again, " but what about you?"
"I can wait till later on. I know you are busy." he moved to sit on the couch and she sat in his lap.
"So, I guess you are pretty happy about the job." she said straightening his tie.
"Yea, in the beginning he acted like he wasn't interested, but then he did the strangest thing, he laughed. After that, he gave me the job."
"Well, he knew you were qualified for the job, despite what you did in his house."
"Hey, that was years ago, forgive and forget."
"So, have you done the fitting yet?"
"No, I'm on my way there after I get done with you."
She smiled and twirled his tie between her fingers, "I thought you said you were saving it for tonight."
"I am, but with you on my lap, makes it hard to concentrate."
"I know, I like being right here, but I was actual thinking of something else."
"Yea, I think I know what you mean. Your brother?"
She blinked in confusion, "What? Actually I was thinking about you and your chest thing."
He sighed, "Katrina, I really don't like to talk about it."
"I know but it may help. It's been two years. If you don't feel comfortable talking to me, you can go to Dominique. She's a therapist."
"I've talked to enough therapist to know, I don't want to talk to anymore of them."
"It's not like that, she is really good. She could possibly help you." she pushed off his lap to fix her skirt.
"It's something that's going to take some time." she sat at the edge of her desk, folding her arms across her chest.
He walked over to stand in front of her and she turned her face away from him, "I forgot how stubborn you are." he replied.
"It's not stubborn, clothes make my face itch, but I know I have to work on your own time."
"Good, now about your brother."
"And that's one of the things you have to work on with my time."
Scott still didn't like keeping things this huge from Ricky. Katrina felt the same way, but she knew her brother and knew he would hit the roof.
"Katrina, I thought you said you wanted to explore this thing between us."
"I do." she finally looked up at him.
"So, what's going on? What do you want from me?"
"It's just difficult and I want you. I don't make a habit of sleeping around. We will tell my brother, just after the weeding. You know how selfish he is, he gets mad if anything takes away from his spotlight." he just stared down at her with those icy eyes, "Just trust me."
"I do, what are we going to do in the mean time?"
"Well, you stay with me so we take care of that part." she said lining her fingers with his, "and the rest we just have to make sure that no one sees us."
"Great, I'm back in high school." he smiled and she couldn't help but laugh, "But hey after these past couple of days, I think I can handle that. Besides it can be sexy." he leaned down to kiss her and she willingly accepted.
"I knew you would." she kissed him again, "So, you in this with me?"
"Yea, I want you too and I'm willing to see where we go."
"You know you can't break my heart, I will get my big brother on you." she pouted and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Let me do something with those sexy lips." she raised up ready to kiss him again, "And I wouldn't do anything to break your heart." he whispered just before stealing her breath away with another kiss.
As she felt his tongue sensually dominate her, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He was trying to keep his control in check as he felt her fingers rub the back of his neck. He stepped between her legs, pushing her closer to him. She then felt this strange vibration against her thigh. What's going on there?
He pulled away and reached in his pocket to pull out his phone, "Hey man." he said answering the phone.
He continued with the conversation which she figured was Rickey. She tried to move but he wouldn't budge. She sighed folding her arms and he couldn't help but smile.
"Yea man, I'm going there now. Alright, just let me change and I'll meet you there. Alright bye." he hung up the phone, "I got to go, but I'll see you tonight." He moved out the way and made his way to the door.
"Yea, I have to get back to work too. Is there anything you want for dinner?"
"Oh shit, I get special request too. Okay well surprise me. I'm sure whatever it is I will eat the cook."
She turned at his words, "You meant you will eat the food right?"
"Yea, that's it." he left flashing her his devious smile.
She shook her head as she watched him walk out. It's weird that as kids she could never see herself him because of how he was with girls, but now it was different. They were different. She knew in her heart that she loved him. It was much more than the love she had for him growing up. Now she wanted him around more. She love the fact that he can be goofy and smooth at the same time. Then there was the way he looked at her. It was a look that said nothing else mattered but them two. She knew she was falling faster than he was but she didn't care. The important thing was she had him now and she will deal with her brother later.
"I told you I needed it a little bigger." Scott said as he held up the jacket for the seamstress.
"Damn man, I didn't think you got that big." Ricky said as Allen smiled.
"Well, you know I have to keep the body looking right."
"I guess, I still have proof that you were a scrawny skinny guy just before you got into high school." Ricky said and they all laughed.
The seamstress came over bouncing her long blonde mane behind her. She flashed Scott her killer smile hoping he would take notice. Scott wasn't even thinking about her. He was trying his best to speed this along to get to Katrina. He couldn't explain it, but he felt good being around her.
At first, yea he was nervous but that was before. Even being in her office, promising that he would not break her heat, that was unlike him. He never made promises like that especially with a girl, but this is Katrina. That small lanky girl grew up to a woman on a mission, who was career minded, sexy, and had a mouth like vacuum cleaner. He closed his eyes smiling at that last thought.
"Did you hear me, sir?" the small voice popped in his head.
"Excuse me." Scott said turning to the woman.
She smiled again, "I said that you have a good build, so I will try my best to see about accommodating your size."
"Okay, no problem." he said looking for his shoes.
"I'm sure to make it to your liking." the guys looked over at him as if waiting for him to work his magic.
"I'm sure it will be great thanks." he replied back with a smile.
She tried to hide it but disappointment was all over her face. The guys waited till she walked off to voice their disapprovals.
"Oh man, what was that?" Jeremy asked.
"What?"
"Hello man, that girl was coming on to you and you played stupid." he couldn't do anything but laugh.
"She's cute and all, but I'm not going for that now."
"Suit yourself." Allen replied as they walked over to look at some of the other suits available. Scott walked closer to Ricky and he just smiled.
"Who is she?" Ricky asked.
"What are you talking about?" Scott blinked.
"There's obliviously some girl around that got you a little sprung, so who is she?"
"No one, I'm just not that into her."
"Are you sure man?" Ricky said looking at him.
Scott kept a cool face as he looked Ricky dead in the eyes, "Yea, I'm fine besides there's a whole lot more where she came from." Scott smiled as Ricky laughed.
"Alright, you don't have a chokehold like I do."
"That's a mighty fine chokehold though."
"Hey don't get any ideas. You had your chance. Hey, what's your commander James doing?"
"The same, probably arguing with his wife."
"That poor guy. Why don't you call him and Nikolas to see if they can come to the wedding. I would send an actual invite, but hell it's just them."
"Sure, I think Nikolas should be still at the base." Scott took out his cell phone, "Besides, I need to thank James for the job."
"What's up Scott?" James answered.
"Hey sir, how are you doing?"
"Hey, I am off duty, you can drop the sir. I'm not that much older than you."
"Right, well I guess I owe you one again for the job."
"You damn right. I didn't know you and Mr. Thomas had that much history. No worries man, just add it to your list. Is Ricky ready to jump the broom?"
"Well, that's my other question. He says you and Nikolas are invited to the wedding. If you want to you can bring your wife." Scott added that last part with a little bite.
In truth, Scott couldn't stand Lorraine. She was so fake and phony. She would flirt with the guys on the base and when she got caught, she would make herself look like the victim. She just acted like ever guy wanted her. At times, James would be so stressed about her that it left him unfocused.
"Well, she's visiting family. In fact, we are separated." one of the best news Scott heard next to getting the job today.
"Sorry to hear that, well come on down and see if you can pry Nikolas off a girl long enough to come." he laughed.
"Alright, give us a week and I'll call you with the details."
"Good, see you then." Scott said hanging up.
"Well, your better half coming?" Ricky asked.
"Ha ha, very funny. Yea he is and he's finally separated from that little viper."
"Oh good." Scott looked down at his watch.
He needed to wrap this up quickly. He knew Katrina would have dinner ready soon, "Well guys, hate to leave you but I have to go." Scott said.
"Damn man, I was going to feed you." Ricky commented and Scott just laughed.
"Nah, I have to go see my mom."
"Alright, well talk to you later."
"See you man." Scott said waving to the other guys.
It was partially the truth, he needed to see his mom and dad. He wanted to drop by and tell them about the job, then he was going to Katrina's.
Later that night, Scott got back to the house and saw the dinner table set up with candle lights. A man can get use to this kind of treatment, Scott thought with a smile. He took his jacket off and put it on the back of the couch to get a look at the table.
"Katrina?"
"Yea, here I come.' she came out of her bedroom, "Hey."
She came out with a rob on smelling like she just stepped out of the shower. He hair framed her beautiful face.
"Is all this for me?" he said looking towards the table, anything other than her long legs.
"No actually I have another man coming over for dinner, so if you would please leave before he shows." she smiled and he walked closer to her.
"I see you do want me to kill someone." he said pulling her close to kiss her.
Scott swore that there is something in her kiss that leaves him drunk and wanting more. At that point, he forgot about dinner and wanted to take her back there to her room or his. She sensed his urgency when he tried to pull her closer and she backed away with a smile.
"Stop now, we have to eat something." she said.
"I'm hungry for something but it's not food." he said and she couldn't help but laugh.
"You keep that up and I'm going to think all you want me for is sex."
"That's only partially true." he smiled.
"Silly man, can you come sit down and eat now? I have been waiting on you."
"I know, I thought it wouldn't take that long, but you know how it is when we get together."
"I know all too well." they both sat down a the table.
"So, what do you have on under that robe?" he smiled.
"Well since, you came after I got out of the shower, I didn't have time to put on clothes."
"Alright." he ate a piece of bread, "I'm full, let's go to bed." she slapped his arm as he laughed.
"Scott, sit down and be good."
They talked a little about what's been going on so far. He loved that she can make him smile. When they were younger, she would make up these little silly songs just to annoy him and Ricky. She started to sing one of them and he couldn't help but laugh. It's funny how easy the conversation flowed between the two of them. There were no awkward silence between them and no need to force anything.
"So, you got the job and finishing school, what now?" she asked, dabbing the corners of his mouth.
"The usual: pass my bar, work as the DA, finish my contract with the Marines, and get my own place."
"You trying to say you don't like living with me." she pouted and he shook his head.
"I like your little condo baby, but I need some more room. I'm a big guy."
"Oh you are not that big, but I guess."
"But you never know, I may just have to take you with me." she couldn't the smile that spread over her face which made his heart skip.
"I knew you liked me for more than sex." she leaned over to kiss him and he grabbed her elbow.
He pulled her over to his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hand snaked into her robe, grasping her breast. She moaned into his mouth as he pinched her nipple. She spread her legs slightly and the smell of her arousal hit him so hard that his heart started to beat faster. It was the sweetest smell ever.
Her hand fell from around his neck moving to his lap as his kisses moved to her neck. Her whole body was on fire and begging for release. She found the bulge in his lap and the moment she touched it his teeth scrapped her neck. She maneuvered her hand into his pants and grasped her cock. She heard his sudden in take of breath as she stroked him. He was going to lose if she kept this up.
"Straddle me, kitty kat." he moaned.
Finally, she has been waiting on this. As she got up, he unbuckled his pants letting his cock free. Just looking at it pulse made her pussy glisten more if that was possible. He needed to be inside of her, but he wanted to tease her a little. She straddle him and he pulled her to him to kiss her again. His fingers moved against her pussy lips and she jumped on contact. Her wetness coated his fingers which made it easy for his fingers to glide in and out of her. Her head fell on his shoulder as she rode his fingers.
"Damn." he whispered as he felt pussy clench around his fingers.
She shrugged her robe down revealing her gorgeous brown globes. His mouth latched to her nipple sucking and nibbling on the harden bud. She grasped his hair, holding him to her breast. He grinned to himself as he returned the same attention to her other nipple.
"Oh baby that feels so good." she moaned arching her back.
His thumb started circling her clit and she felt her control breaking. Her head started to spin and she couldn't form any words. Her body was trembling waiting on the release. He pulled his fingers out when he felt her about to cum. She narrowed her eyes at him in confusion and anger. It was a priceless look. She was about to yell at him until he lifted her up on his cock. He entered her slowly and felt her nails dig into his shoulder. He grabbed her hips and moved her up and down on his cock. He leaned his head back as she started her own rhythm completely taking over. Her original plan was to tease him back for what he did, but once she felt him inside her she realized she needed that release more.
"Oh fuck, baby that feels good." he moaned.
She was addicted to him, there was no other words for it. She leaned down and nibbled on his ear. She felt his body tremble as sucked on his lobe. Fuck this, he thought to himself.
He started to move her faster, thrusting back up to meet her, "Oh fuck!" she screamed.
"Damn baby, I love to feel your pussy wrapped around me. You feel so fucking good." he whispered.
"Oh Scott fuck me." she moaned and he could do nothing but fulfill her request.
She felt her body tighten and pussy contract. Her nails gripped him so hard he thought she might draw blood, but he didn't care. The only sound in the room was her short pants and their skin slapping against each other. Suddenly she screamed out her release and her pussy squeezed tightly around him. He was not far from joining her. Just the look of pure ecstasy on her face made him want to cum. His fingers thread into her hair, pulling hard. The sound that came out of his mouth was more animalistic than human as he came inside of her. His whole body shook as she still milked his cock.
"Damn baby, you are going to kill me." he whispered and she laughed.
"I think that's what you are going to do to me." she smiled.
She leaned against him, she was so tired and her body felt heavy. Scott wrapped his arms around her and moved his to kiss her.
"Babe, I know that we talked about it in your office, but I wanted to make it official." he said and she found the strength to sit up.
"What's that?"
"I wanted to make sure that we are officially together."
"I think we already established that. You came in me twice, please believe you are my boyfriend now." his body shook as he laughed.
"Alright, how about we go to bed?"
"Sounds very nice." she held onto him running her fingers through his hair.
It has been almost a month since they made everything official. It's been going great for the both of them. Besides helping out with the wedding, Scott has been busy working while she was busy with her own job. They always made time for each other though, whether it was at night in bed or going out to jazz clubs or restaurants. They would have to meet at places pretty far since they feared someone they knew would see them and tell Ricky. Katrina loved being around him and loved being spoiled by him. It wasn't just the places that he took her, but the way he spoiled her with affection. He always made a way to show her or tell her how he felt about her. She always returned it and gave much more since she felt herself falling deeper and deeper for him. However, there were a couple things that she would change. She would love to tell her brother that they were together and most importantly she wanted Scott to feel better about taking his shirt off in front of her. She bared it this long but she started to feel like he didn't trust her enough with this issue. Every time she thought to bring it up, she would ignore the nagging feeling. For now, she was he was still here with her.
Scott had just got a call from James that they should be landing in about 30 minutes. He was up to his elbows in work and he didn't think he would be able to get them. It shouldn't take him long to finish up everything especially since he got some help. It was close to lunch, so he knew he should get a visitor pretty soon.
"Hey Scott, I can't understand this right here, can you help me?" he looked up to see Yolanda coming in.
Yolanda Carter was the other person that was hired. She is younger than him and was in her second year of law school. Every since they met, she insisted on working close to him in the same office even though she had her own space to work in. She wore skirts that were long enough for work but still grabbed a lot of the men's attention. She wore her long dark brown hair down constantly flipping it away from her face. Scott knew that she was doing all this to get his attention. She asked him almost every day if he wanted to go to lunch to her and he always declined. He told her that he was seeing someone and yet she still tried.
"What's wrong Yolanda?" he asked.
"Just this paragraph here, shouldn't it be worded differently?" she asked casually leaning towards him to show her cleavage.
Didn't understand my ass, he thought. He went over it with her till and nodded the whole time staring at him.
"Damn, I knew it. You are so smart, you know that." she smiled.
"I do try."
"Well I'm about to go to lunch pretty soon. I know you always say no, but I would like for you to join me, that way we can finish up and you won't have to worry about anything before your friend's wedding."
"I'm pretty sure I will be okay. I'm going to work through my lunch. I have some other friends coming to visit."
"Oh really?" she couldn't hide the disappointment., "I could bring you something back. I know this great place where they sell mouthwatering, hot sandwiches." her eyes traveled from his lips to his crotch.
"Really?" he said lifting his eyebrow.
"Yea if you don't mind."
"Am I interrupting anything?" they both looked to the door and saw Katrina standing there.
"And you are?" Yolanda said with a little bite.
"Yolanda, this is Katrina."
"Oh, you are Ricky's little sister. Scott has told me about you."
"Really? And you are?" Katrina said returning that same bite Yolanda gave her and Scott tried to hide his smile.
"I'm Yolanda Harris, I work with Scott."
"Nice to meet you."
"Um, you remember I told you that she is the maid of honor for the wedding. We need to go over a couple of things. You mind if we have some time alone?" Scott asked.
"Sure. I'll see about bringing you one of those sandwiches."
"It's alright, I'm good. I'll see you in an hour."
Katrina was very annoyed by this girl. She was trying to push her breast all over her man and she heard that hot shit she said. Scott told her about Yolanda, but to see it made Katrina want to knock her on her ass. Yolanda sauntered past Katrina as she bit the inside of her mouth to stop something from slipping out.
"If you need anything, let me know." Yolanda said.
"No, we good, thank you." Katrina reiterate and closed the door.
That was when Scott lowered his head to the desk to laugh, "I bet this is so amusing to you." she said.
"Well you getting jealous, yea, it is a little amusing."
"Please I was not jealous of her. I already got you. I just don't like persistent bitches."
"You were very persistent in trying to get me."
She put her hands on her hips, "That's different, it's me."
"Come here baby." he said and she walked over to him.
She didn't have to work today so she had on a red sundress that reached mid thigh and showed the tops of her breast. He sucked in his bottom lip as she sat on his lap. He kissed her deeply, slowly stroking her tongue with his.
"Are you my lunch for today?" he whispered.
"No, I was actually coming to see if you wanted me to take you to lunch."
"I would love to babe, but I have to finish this."
"That little hartlet is taking a lunch."
"Well, I'm different. Besides, I need to finish it so I can have that week off for Ricky's wedding. I am glad you came though."
"Why is that?"
"My commander James and Nikolas are about to land and I was wondering if you could go and get them."
"Sure, you want me to take them to a hotel or something?"
"Nah, take them to your restaurant and I'll meet them there. I should be done by the time they finish lunch."
"And you want me to feed them too? Damn, man." she sighed and he started tickling her, "Stop Scott." she said in between giggling.
"Could you do that for me baby?" he said resting his hand on the top of her thighs.
"Of course, when are they landing?"
"Should be in another 20 to 30 minutes maybe."
"Great time to tell me, why didn't you call?"
"And miss me seeing you in this dress. I was going to, seriously."
"Alright, I guess I'll go get them, but I need one more kiss."
"You going to ask for it?" he teased and she licked her lips.
He felt his body tremble as he watched her tongue travel slowly across her lips, "Do I have too?" she said.
Every time he was with her, it seemed like the world disappeared and only the two of them mattered. She moved in to kiss him passionately. His cock twitch as her hand moved down his shirt. She pulled his shirt out of his pants wanting to feel his skin. He took a hold of her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. His body was starting to ache for her and he wanted to feel her touch.
She moved her hand under his shirt and tank top. She was ecstatic to get this far. Her hand grazed against a scar and he grabbed her hand.
"Um, we better stop so that I can get some work done." he said looking down at her hand in his.
She sighed trying to mask her disappointment. She couldn't understand it and maybe she never will. She told him all the time it didn't mattered what he looked like without his shirt, she just wanted to see him. Scott didn't want to look up because he knew what he would see on his face. He felt like a heel stopping her, but he still didn't feel comfortable showing his scars. He didn't want to relive that moment when he was around her. The silence in the room was deafening and for some reason, it hurt Katrina.
"I better go and get them." she finally said, getting up.
"Katrina, baby..." he started.
"It's okay. I'll see you when you get to the restaurant." she said, "See you later."
He sat back in his seat as watched her walk out. He slapped his hand against the desk in frustration. He had to get over this soon or he might lose her.
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Text: The office "holiday" party had been going on for over an hour. And although it was scheduled to run for at least another two hours, Charlotte didn't think she could last that long. The introduction of alcohol into the party had caused her generally tolerable co-workers to become, well, less than tolerable. It had become painfully clear to Charlotte that at least a third of her co-workers were lightweights when it came to alcohol. On top of that, it was also clear to her as to what kind of drunks each of her co-workers were. Although none of that really concerned Charlotte; what concerned Charlotte was if Chelsea Hanler was going to do what she had planned.
Chelsea Hanler was a whore, and Charlotte despised her. In the last four years since the end of college, Chelsea had taken ever guy that Charlotte had taken a liking to. And despite her best efforts, Charlotte just couldn't manage to get Chelsea out of her life. Once Charlotte had been employed in her current job and met her cute co-worker, Tom, she thought she was rid of Chelsea. But it seemed life was content on punching Charlotte in her non-existent and otherwise metaphorical junk. For low and behold, Chelsea was later employed at Charlotte's office, and took no time in making Tom's acquaintance. This... displeased Charlotte.
In the ensuing months, Charlotte had been plotting as to how to get back at Chelsea in a way that would forever humiliate her. Charlotte had recently got in contact with an old friend of hers from college, Jack, that was working for a local company that specialized in what she would describe as novelty items, although that's not the term that Jack would use. But Jack had gotten his hands on a special item for Charlotte, which the company he worked for just released to the public. And given Chelsea's known habits, it was perfect.
Chelsea had a nasty habit of chewing gum throughout the day, and especially before she had sex. It was also apparent that Chelsea was a horny drunk. And given the more than likely scenario that was to occur at the office party, Charlotte thought it best carry out the deed then.
With everything ready, Charlotte had to hide her glee and anxiousness in the days before the party, as to not raise any suspicions. As any sort of perceived excitement on Charlotte's part might be considered uncharacteristic for her given the nature of their office parties. None the less, the day of the party came, and Charlotte was more than ready.
When Charlotte showed up to the office for the party, she was by no means dressed evocatively. She was wearing what she considered to be casual: black jeans, plain red t-shirt underneath her black sweatshirt, and a Santa hat which did nothing to keep her shoulder length black hair from being tossed about by the frigid winds outside. The same couldn't be said about Chelsea. She was wearing what Charlotte could best describe as a sexy Mrs. Santa costume. It comprised of a red velvet dress that stopped just above her knees with fluffy white fringe along the bottom and along the neck line, a pair of red velvet gloves with the same white fringe around the openings, a pair of thigh-high leather boots complete with white fringe as well, a black leather belt around her middle, and a Santa hat resting upon her flowing blonde mane. This choice of attire didn't surprise Charlotte in the slightest.
Shortly after arriving, Charlotte waited until the cost was clear and made her way to Chelsea's unattended purse. Upon looking through it, she found a pack of gum with only one stick left in it. Charlotte quickly removed the last stick and replaced it with one she had brought with her, after which she slipped away without being seen. Thus Charlotte waited for Chelsea to drink enough to act in predictable fashion, all the while trying to avoid her boss's drunken advances. But it wasn't until an hour and a half after the party started that Chelsea finally had enough to drink, and decided to take a tipsy Tom along with her to one of the empty conference rooms, making sure to grab the stick of gum from her purse along the way. Seeing this, Charlotte grabbed a nearly empty bottle of spiced rum and made her way to the conference room right next to the one Chelsea and Tom entered.
Once inside, Charlotte quickly closed and locked the door, closed the blinds, and then quickly turned off the lights. Charlotte then felt her way long the wall separating the two rooms, to a hole that the previous janitor had made once he found out what Chelsea was doing after hours. Charlotte looked through the hole to see Tom sitting in a conference chair, while Chelsea teased him by slowly lifting up more and more of her skirt. That's when she saw it: a blue smudge appearing on Chelsea's nose that then spread to the rest of her body. Tom, his head in Chelsea's skirt, was completely oblivious until Chelsea nearly shrieked once she saw her blue arms. Her stomach then proceeded to distend, causing the belt to tighten and Chelsea to freak out more. Charlotte had to keep herself from laughing from what she was seeing. Once free of her belt, Chelsea's entire body began to expand, shredding her dress and leaving her completely naked. Her arms and legs taking on cone-like shapes, Tom helped her get the boots off before they were shredded.
Seeing enough, Charlotte left the room and the proceeded to enter the room Chelsea and Tom were in, with the bottle still in her hand. The conference table in the middle of the room had been pushed aside, and a seven-foot tall blueberry Chelsea teetered back and forth while Tom stood dumbstruck.
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The following story may not agree with the stomachs of some and the principles and morals of others. Should you doubt your principles or your stomach, read no further.
Aggressive Filth / Resin
The angry waves crashed upon the helpless beach with a vengeance. Terry's mood matched that of the ocean which he sat before. Not far off sat the military base; the cause of his sour disposition. Sometimes, like today, he wished that he could just leave and never look back. He couldn't, or course. It was expected of him to excel in the military. His grandfather had been a general. His father made it to captain before he was killed. Terry was headed in the right direction, already being a lieutenant.
What would he do if he left anyway? There was nothing out there for him. This was the conclusion that he normally came to.Drawing his fingers through his salt and pepper fur, the wolf stood and began walking down the beach in the direction opposite the compound. HE couldn't return just yet. Keeping his green eyes fixed on the crystalline sand, he slowly moved along, tail swishing behind him.The sound of a gun being cocked stopped him dead in his tracks. He didn't move. He didn't breathe.
"Who in the hell are you?" An angry female voice spoke. Terry eased his tension a bit. After all, what could a woman do? "Terrance Hardline, miss. Lieutenant Terrance Hardline." "Turn, Lieutenant, and tell me why you're so far from the base. I know for a fact that no one gets to walk this area freely."
Slowly, Terry turned, his paws raised. The sight that met his eyes caused his jaw to drop. Before him, gun in paw, stood a gorgeous grey fox. Her coat was the color of grey slate, but the fur on her stomach and muzzle were a bright white. This white crossed over her breasts too, he imagined, but they were hidden beneath a black bikini top. A pair of black boycut shorts covered her lower portions. The eyes that glared at him were bright gold pools. Jet black tresses blew out about her voluptuous body, giving her the look of a sea siren. Her thick grey tail began swishing in an agitated manner.
"Answer me, Lieutenant." Terry's gaze snapped back up to her face. "I was just going for a walk, miss." "Against orders. Only the Colonel has free reign."
Terry scowled. "How do you know so much? You can't be in the military. I've never seen you and you'd be breaking the same rule."
The womans eyes sparkled and the corners of her mouth turned up a bit, betraying her agitation. She lowered the gun. "I'm not in the military but I have connections." She placed the gun in the band of her shorts
"You're a spy? "Not a spy. I have connections. You can lower your paws now, Lieutenant." Terry did so, a warmth spreading over his cheeks. "You were deep in thought. It's not like one of you little army boys to be spooked." She clicked the safety on her magnum. "I was thinking, Miss."
"What about?" She turned her back on him, obviously trusting that he wouldn't try anything. Snatching up a short sleeved red shirt, she slipped it on, buttoning it most of the way. "The things that I think are for me alone." His voice was a bit harsh. The woman looked over her shoulder then slipped a short black skirt over her swim shorts. "No need to get snippy, Lieutenant. I'm a psychologist. These things interest me." The woman placed the magnum in her bag. "Shall I lead the lost puppy back home?" Picking up her bag and shoes, she moved across the beach knowing he would follow.
Terry growled to himself and followed the cocky female. When he moved, he was surprised to find that he had a mild erection. He hadn't been celibate during his military career, that was for sure. There was never a shortage of females for him. Then again... none of them looked half as good as this one.
"Keep up, pup!" The womans husky voice brought him back. Catching up, they walked together in silence. Upon reaching the compound fence, the woman stopped. "You'll go in the back and I'll go in the front. We don't want an inquiry done on you."
Terry nodded and extended his hand which the woman took and shook. "Good day, Miss." "See you around, Lieutenant." Pulling free, she sauntered off. Terry was even more confused than before. That woman, cocky and smart, bewitched him in a matter of minutes.
Making it back into the compound, Terry went into his quarters and flung himself on the bed. Several minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Terry rose and opened it. A rabbit stood there and saluted Terry.
"Lieutenant Hardline, Colonel Growler has asked for your presence in his quarters." Terry nodded and the rabbit ran off.
What could the Colonel want? Straightening his uniform, Terry traveled across the compound. Reaching the Colonels door, Terry knocked. The door opened and the Colonel nodded when Terry saluted him. "Come in Lieutenant Hardline." Terry entered the room and received a pat on the back by the old brown fox. "My granddaughter has requested that you join us for dinner. She's heard a lot about you." Terry arched a brow but nodded, instantly looking for the little girl. All he saw were high back chairs. "Lieutenant Hardline, this is my granddaughter, Aidan Growler."
One of the chairs moved and there she sat. Not a little girl, but a grown woman. The woman from the beach. Rising, Aidan moved towards him and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I've heard so many good things that I just had to meet you in person." Her gold eyes glittered with mischief.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Growler." The Colonel ushered them into their seats around the table then sat and took his granddaughters paw. "Aidan has just arrived from Ohio. She always comes at this time of year to play in the ocean."
"I was going to swim a little while ago but the waves became too harsh. I may try again tonight." The old fox scowled. "Not by yourself, you're not."
Aidan grinned. "Of course not. Lieutenant Hardline is an honest wolf. He will accompany me." The Colonel shook his head while Terry simply sat straight, barely hiding his smile of amusement. This mere girl was outsmarting his commanding officer. "The Lieutenant has duties." "Someone else can perform them for just one night. I would like to swim, Gramps, and I trust the Lieutenant. Please? Just once?"
Terry could see the old fox's walls crumble. "Just this once, Aidan." Aidan leaned forward and kissed her Grandfathers nose. "Thank you, Gramps."
Terry sat in silence, not willing to speak until spoken to. The meal was brought in and Aidan made polite conversation. "Tell me of yourself, Lieutenant." Terry took a bite of his roast and nodded. "I was born into a military family. Naturally, it was expected that I join as well. So here I am."
Aidan nodded, knowing that she would get no more from him. Throughout dinner, the Colonel did most of the talking. He and Aidan laughed over this and that, but Terry was mostly silent. "If you don't mind, Gramps, I'd like to go swimming now, then I'll go home to Grams." The Colonel nodded and they said their goodbyes. Once out of the room, Terry looked down at the femme. "Why?"
She just kept walking. "That's simple. You seemed like you didn't want to go back so I decided to do something to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you."
A pair of Lions let them out the back gate. Night had come and the moon was full, casting a silver glow over the beach below. Much to his surprise, Aidan took his paw in hers and led him down the hill to the beach. Noting his surprise, she grinned. "Unlike you, I'm not shy. I let people know what I want."
"Maybe some people just have manners, Miss." "Call me Aidan. Manners and wants are two completely different things." They walked on in silence. Aidan smiled to herself because, although he had spoken of manners, he still held her paw. They walked for a time and the compound was out of sight. "This is the spot where we met. I was going to swim here earlier, might as well do it now."
Dropping her things, Aidan kicked off her shoes then stripped off her clothing. Terry sat in the sand, his gaze directed away from her. "You want someone to treat you differently than those men do yet you sit there like a log. Let yourself loose for tonight, Terry. I promise not to tell."
Canting his head, he thought about her words. She did treat him differently, of course, but around women, all he wanted was sex. Strike that. All he wanted was love. All he found was sex. Aidan dropped to her knees before him and brought his face around so that he stared at her. "The more you think, the less time you have. Don't think!"
"Don't think. Just do?" He asked and she nodded. Leaning forward, he claimed her mouth with his. Aidan was taken aback for only a second before she responded, returning the kiss. Her tongue ran over the roof of his mouth and his ran over her sharp canines. When they broke the kiss, Terry smiled. "Like that?"
"Aye, like that." Gold eyes met green eyes and she tilted her head. "You want to be loved. With your career, you don't even look for it anymore. Should you go into a war, you wouldn't want to die and leave a loved one alone."
Terry pushed her back and scooted away, anger in his eyes. Aidan merely pulled her legs beneath her and watched him, a sad expression on her face. "How do you know these things? He haven't even known each other for a day and you tell me these things."
She cut him off. "Am I wrong?" Terry wanted to scream at the woman for exposing his soul, but he couldn't. Shoulders slumping, he sank back to the sand and placed his head in his paws. "No. You're not wrong."
Aidan crawled to him and took him into her arms, pressing his cheek against her shoulder. "I've been to the base many times and I've seen many men, but you're different. Your eyes betray you. They're full of sadness."
Terry wrapped his arms around her waist and sat her upon his lap. She stroked the back of his head. "You don't have to hide with me, Terry."
He wanted to cry. This big, tough military boy wanted to shed some tears. "You cared enough to take me away from the compound if only for a little while. I'll try not to hide from you." "That's my boy." Aidan chortled and drew back, looking into his eyes. "Already I see a difference." Her arms wrapped about his neck, thumbs sliding back and forth on his shoulders. "Swim with me." Terry began to say no but Aidan stopped him by running her tongue along his lips. "Don't think. Just do." Pulling away, she walked towards the mild waves. They had died down considerably since earlier. Terry watched her move into the water and quickly began to remove his clothes. "I don't have any shorts!"
Terry called out to her. A moment later her shorts came flying at him, her top following. That's one way to do it, he thought. Clad only in the fur that Goddess gave him, Terry moved across the sand and into the cool water. Aidan had swum into deep water and was looking towards him. "If you don't want to swim, lemme do a few laps and I'll come to you!" The wolf nodded and just sat in the surf, watching Aidan swim. This gave him time to think. No one had ever prompted him to be himself. Even the floozies that he bedded treated him like someone superior. Along comes Aidan who acts like they're equals and in the process throws off his whole mental equilibrium. What could he do now?
Looking for the female in mind, Terry saw her swimming towards him. A wave brought her to him and he smiled, grabbing her paws to keep the wave from taking her back. Scooting further onto the beach, Aidan sat beside him not giving a second thought to his nakedness or her own. "The water is great!" They both looked out over the ocean and Terry saw shapes rising out of the surf. "What are those?" "Shark fins." She said nonchalantly.
"You swam with sharks?!" His eyes were wide. "We have an understanding. I've been swimming in the same water with the same sharks for many years. We know each other. Aside from bumps with their noses, they don't bother me." Terry laughed in disbelief. "You're incredible, you know that?"
Aidan grinned and leaned against him. "I do now. You're not so bad yourself." His arm went around her and he pulled her body tight against his. They were both naked, he had somehow remembered. He hadn't looked at her naked form before. He'd been too amazed by the shark story. Now he looked.
The white on her stomach flared across her breasts and up to her throat to her white muzzle. It also extended downwards to the area between her thighs. Her breasts were a bit too big for her frame but they were perfect, perky, and full.
Terry's sheath began to tingle then his shaft began to slide from it. Panicking, he jumped up and moved away. Aidan looked after him. "What was that about? Did you get snapped by a crap?" "I, umm... just stay there."
Of course, being fatally curious, Aidan rose and moved towards him quietly. Moving before him, she saw his partially exposed shaft and smiled. "I did this without even touching you?" Terry spun around, keeping his wolfhood out of her line of vision. "Yes. Don't look. I'm sorry about this." He winced when she touched his shoulder.
"Don't be ashamed. It's a hell of a compliment." Then in a softer voice, she spoke again. "Show me how much you desire me." Terry began to protest. They'd only just met. "Please?"
Turning, he let her see his shaft that had stopped retracting and was now coming out to play. "Most impressive." Moving towards him, Aidan brought Terry's mouth down to hers, one paw moving to the back of his neck. The other paw ran down his abdomen then gripped his shaft. Terry yipped into her maw and pulled back. "We can't, Aidan."
"Why?" She pulled her ears back. "Your grandfather is the Colonel." Aidan growled low. "He has no control over me. I'm a grown woman. If he finds out, which he won't, tell him that I raped you."
Terry wanted to slam his cock into her just for that statement. "I can handle my own problems without making up excuses." He growled.
Aidan squeezed his cock and growled back. "If you don't enjoy it, you'll never see me again." Terry furrowed his brow. He actually wanted to see her again. Pre-cum was already on her paw from the rough little hand job. He might as well. Leaning down, he kissed her roughly and wrapped his arms around her. She eagerly returned the lip lock and released his cock.
Sweeping her off her feet, Terry lowered Aidan to the sand, ending the kiss. "How do you want it?" "Doesn't matter as long as I get it." She swished her tail back and forth. "On your knees then. We'll do this the ancestral way."
Aidan did as she was told and rose onto her paws and knees. Pulling her tail to the side, she exposed her wet, pink opening. Leaning forward, Terry drug his tongue over her hot, wet slit to test the waters. She was wet already and tasted like a crisp ocean breeze.
Thrusting his tongue into her body made Aidan call out, her back bowing. Terry grinned and pulled away to drag his body over hers. The tip of his cock gently teased her pussy. "Be yourself." She reminded him as he positioned himself.
"What's in this for you?" He asked, one paw caressing her breast. "The satisfaction of knowing that I helped you. Other than that, I want that piece of wolf flesh buried within me."
Terry smiled and ran his tongue over the back of one grey ear. "I think I can give you that." "I know you can give me that." Aidan pressed her rear back against his groin, forcing the head of his shaft to push partway into her. "Mmm, please!" She asked breathily causing Terry's ears to swivel forward. He applied pressure and the head of his rod popped into her body. Aidan shuddered beneath him and he groaned.
"You're so thick. I'm not sure that I'll be able to last very long." Terry forced some more of his length into her and licked her ear again. "You're as tight as a goddess. I doubt that I'll last any longer than you." He hadn't drawn back once since he'd penetrated her. She was taking him in nicely and hadn't complained about the discomfort that she was most likely going through. Terry wanted to test her limits.
Aidan whimpered softly when his unlubricated shaft caught up on her flesh. Terry smiled slightly and drew his hips back. With one rough thrust, he buried himself deep within the bitch beneath him. Aidan inhaled sharply as Terry's thick member stretched her insides to beyond their limits. He was, without a doubt, the biggest cock she'd ever had. "Where am I cumming, just so I know?"
Aidan pressed back against him. "Wherever you want. I'm safe." Terry almost whined aloud. He could cum inside her! He could fill this little grey beauty with his semen. That thought sent pulses through his cock. He placed his hands on her shapely hips and began to pump himself in and out of her slowly. Aidan groaned, trying to keep still as she was run through.
"Press your chest to the ground." Terry instructed. She did so, pressing her ample chest against the cool sand. They both doubted that they would last very long, but Aidan had no idea that she would cum so soon! She hadn't had an orgasm in quite some time, so her body was very sensitive. Terry hadn't thrust into her more than fifteen times when Aidan felt an orgasm rip through her. As she had her orgasm, Terry ceased his thrusts to let Aidan ride out her pleasure to the fullest. Her juices managed to leak out around his cock and when he began to pump into her again, it was much easier. Her pussy had widened, accommodating his thick shaft. Aidan panted as the last tremors left her. She felt very, very good. So good, in fact, that when Terry pushed her to change positions, she didn't understand.
He repositioned her himself. Still staying lodged within her, he twisted her so that she lay on her side. He straddled her lower leg and brought the other up to lock her calf over his shoulder. From where he was on his knees, he could slam more of himself within her.
Terry began slowly dragging himself in and out of the grey bitch beneath him. He hadn't felt this good in years. Actually, he doubted that he'd every had such exquisite, care free sex. She had pretty much said that he could do anything that he wanted to her. He could cum inside her. He could fuck her ass. He could cum deep down her throat. Anything!
While imagining, he had closed his eyes. Upon reopening them, he saw her staring back into his eyes. Passion set her gold eyes aflame. Terry held onto her raised leg tighter and slammed harder into her body, prompting a pleasure-filled scream to erupt from her maw. "Cum in me!" Terry's eyes widened and his pace quickened. Aidan began squeezing his cock with her PC muscles, grabbing hard as she prepared for another orgasm. Terry called out and began jerking uncontrollably as she squeezed him internally.
"Please!" She begged as her orgasm began. Aidan gave off a screaming moan and clutched handfuls of crystalline sand as her orgasm wracked her body.
When Aidan screamed and began writhing in the sand, Terry clenched his teeth and tried not to call out. He failed. As his cock exploded within the woman beneath him, he too gave off an overly loud moan. He shot more cum than he ever knew his balls could hold. Fireworks went off in his head as he pumped Aidan to overflowing.
As they both came down, Terry pulled his cock from Aidans body and cum gushed out all over the sand. They lay beside one another, panting and groaning lightly. Aidan rested her head on his arm as they stared up at the sky.
"That... was amazing." Aidan laughed through a pant. "I may have to visit my grandparents more often." Terry grinned but his smile faded. Aidan would be leaving tomorrow and he was expected to be back at the base very soon. A sadness took over him. Here was a smart woman that saw him as a person rather than a rank. She was successful and funny and charming. Could he bring himself to say something? Yes.
"Aidan, I enjoy your company very much. Will I see you again? Can I see you again?" The fox propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. "Terry my practice is in Ohio."His spirits dropped and he looked away.
"You should probably take your vacation time and come with me." She grinned down at him and he laughed and pulled her close. "I have a good feeling about this vacation." Aidan laughed and rolled on top of him. "Terry, I promise you'll have lots of good feelings on this vacation." And he definitely did. | Lieutenants Lucky Night. by Aggressive Filth | [
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"AH, uh, ugh, ooooh ! Vector-san, please stop."
Poor Espio; the little chameleon begged for his friend to stop, but his words couldn't be heard. The crocodile above him, Vector, had him bended over a table, and was plowing away at him. In his current state, he was drunk and seemed to be lust driven.
Espio and Vector were apart of team known as the Chaotix, or to the rest of the world; The-Not-So-Great-Detectives. In their team were two more members; a bee named Charmy Bee, and despite how feminine the name was, Charmy was a boy. The other member was a female raccoon named Marine. Vector was the leader of the team, and Espio was something like a second-incommand. Orignally, the Chaotix team consisted of Knuckles the Echidna; the original leader, Mighty the Armadilo, Ray the Squirrel, and two robots named Heavy and Bomb. They were the best team of detectives years ago, but unfortunately the had all split up. Knuckles left the team, and didn't want have anything to do with it ever again. Heavy and Bomb were destroyed by the evil Dr. Robotnik as punishment for betraying him. Mighty and Ray had mysterious disappeared, and have not been seen or found for seventeen years. The current team have been taking on many case as of late, but nothing good ever seemed to be going their way. The would fail case, capture the wrong suspects, or luck was just not on their side. There was even one incident where they had successively solved case in London, but were then arrested for supposely impersonating Sherlock Holmes, Nero Wolfe, Hercule Poirot, and Cordelia Gray. Luckily, the were released a few hours when the police found the real suspects, which were a group of four human japanese girls known as Milky Holmes. To this day, they still couldn't understand how all of that happened.
Back with reptiles, Espio was still trying to reach Vector with his words, but they still couldn't be heard. The crocodile was slowly thrusting in and out of the chameleon's ass, and was going deep. Espio was in pain and there was nothing he could do to stop his friend. Espio groaned in pain as Vector increased the speed of his thrusting. At that time, the chameleon felt something weird under him, and when he check to look what it was, he was shocked and horrified with what he saw. He saw that his cock had appeared and was already spilling pre. He couldn't believe that he was possibly turned on by what was happening him and wanted to deny it, but seeing that his cock was out, he thought he was a slut. Vector was close to reaching his orgasm and Espio was close to reaching his. As fast and deep as the crocodile kept going, the chameleon was trying his hardest not cum, but then his friend whispered something to him that made his eyes go wide. No sooner after that, the larger reptile came hard into the smaller reptile under him, and the chameleon shot out his stream of cum as well. After their orgasms had ended, Espio's legs went wobbly until he collasped onto the floor with Vector on top of him; his eyes were closed shut with tears streaming down his face. How could this have happened ?
Earlier on that same day; on that night, the Chaotix team were watching a movie on their tv called Portal. Charmy and Marine had left because the movie boring to them; leaving Espio and Vector all alone.
Glados: Chell, you have been doing good so far, even if you were forced to incinerate your companion cube, you heartless bitch. But let's forget the past, and let me show you to this wonderful place where we can celebrate and have cake.
Chell: ...!?
"Don't listen to her Chell; the cake is a lie and she's trying kill you.", Vector shouted at the tv.
"How can you be so sure that will happen, Vector-san ?", Espio asked.
"Well, I am a detective after all, and it's pretty obvious that Glados is leading Chell to find the computer room so she can kill her."
The two reptiles continued to watch the movie; enjoying every twist and turn they came across. Vector was chugging down bottles of beer as he watched the movie. Espio told him to take it easy with the beers, but the crocodile said not to worry, and replied that he doesn't get drunk easy. He appeared to have jinxed himself by saying that, because no sooner he had gotten drunk near the end of the movie.
Glados: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, YOU BITCH, JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I COME BACK IN THE SEQUEL.
Chell: ...!?
After the movie had ended, Vector had become lust driven, and was touching and rubbing Espio in inappropriate ways. The chameleon kept pushing the crocodile off of him, but the larger reptile was persistant. That is when Vector held Espio against the table, and started to take advantage of his body. A week had passed since that event, and Espio couldn't stop thinking about what had happen that night. He wished could have forget all about it like vector; who seemed to have no recollection of that night at all.
"Why, why can't my mind stop showing me those images ? And, why was my; why was I so turned on, there is no way that enjoyed that. And what Vector-san said to me."
Espio's mind started to wander back to what the crocodile whispered to him. The chameleon didn't know if what Vector told him was true, or just something random he happened to say while he was in his drunken daze. As he thought about that, Espio had that weird feeling again, and was surprised to see his hard cock was out again. Seeing that, Espio fell to his knees and slammed his fists on the floor.
"Kuso(Shit), why does this keep happening to me ? Why won't my body stop tormenting ?"
Another week had passed, and it seemed like everything normal as always. The Chaotix would always be going on to investigate case, but since luck seemed to had something against them, they would almost always come back home with no money, or atleast get paid with very little money. As they kept taking on cases, Espio was slowly breaking away from the team from time to time. Ever since that incident with Vector, the chameleon was begining to feel nervous and uncomfortable around him, but not in an untrusting way; something else was going on with him. Another day came, and the Chaotix had a new case to solve.
"Hey guys, we've got ourselves another case to solve.", Vector said excitely.
"Yay, another case, another case, another case, Yayyy.", Charmy and Marine said happily.
"So, what's the new case ?", Espio asked.
"We have to find a blond princess who has gone missing, and bring her back to the Kingdom of Mushrooms.", Vector answered.
"A kingdom of mushrooms !?", Espio said with a puzzled look.
"That's right, our client said he would usually go find her himself, but he can't since he got one his legs broken during a kart race; something about a blue shell."
"Strewth, a missing princess that needs to be found.", Marine spoke. "I'll bet we'll get lots money if we bring her back."
"Or even be rewarded with lots of tasty snacks.", Charmy said.
"So, Espio, what do ya say; are going to join us ?", Vector asked.
"Gomen(Sorry), Vector-san, I think I'll sit this one out."
"What, again, this is the sixth time you don't want to join us. Is something wrong; are you ok ?"
"I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm sure you three can solve this case without me. Besides, we really need the money, don't we."
After the conversation had ended, Vector nodded his head in agreement, and started heading out the door and to his truck. He, along with Charmy and Marine waved good bye to Espio, and likewise, the chameleon waved back while standing behind the door. As soon as they truck left, Espio closed the door and leaned against it; sighing in relief.
"So, I guess you came out to torment me again."
Espio had finished talking to himself, and looked down to see that his harden seven inch cock had appeared again. He knew that there was one way to get rid of it, but was doubtful that it would work. So, the chameleon headed straight into his room, sat on his bed, and began to jack himself off. He started to moan as his hand smoothly went up and down the base of his cock. As he jacked himself, the chameleon started to think about that incident two weeks ago, except he was thinking about it differently than how it actually happened; in his thoughts Vector wasn't drunk and Espio was enjoying every thrust the crocodile sent to his body. After a while, Espio's hand was getting tired from all of the jacking, so the chameleon uncurled his tail, wrapped it around his cock, and used it continue jacking off. His room was now being filled with his moans and pants, as his tail squeezed and rubbed on his hard cock. Espio was in pure bliss, but he wanted to feel more pleasure. With the hand he previously used to jack himself, he inserted two into his ass, and began to slowly thrust in and out. The chameleon's moans were growing louder,his body started to sweat, and he started moaning out Vector's name. The chameleon's tail started to increase the speed of the rubbing, and Espio's fingers were thrusting faster. After while, the chameleon moaned loudly as he shot out a stream of his seed; some of it landing on his bed, his chest, and on his face.
Espio had a disgusted look on his face as he wiped his white cream off of his face. The chameleon really hated the smell of cum, because to him it smelled like squid; something he really hated. Forgetting about the smell, the chameleon started thinking about what he just did. He couldn't believe that he was attracted to Vector, and who could blame him; Vector's body did look a lot more sexier than it did back when the two met on Carnival Island. His mind went back to what Vector whispered to him and wanted to know if that was true; he decided that he would talk to the crocodile when he got back. As if on que, Vector, Charmy, and Marine had came back home, and they all had a depress look on their faces.
"Hey guys, how did that case go ?"
"Well, we found the princess lost in the Lost Woods, and we returned her back to her castle.", Vector spoke.
"That's great, but why do you all look so down ?", Espio said.
"Well, mate, when we returned the princess to her castle, she ran towards, I guess her 'Prince Charming', and then, well.", Marine spoke. "Oh blimey, how can I say this ?"
"A piece of the ceiling broke off, and it fell on her head.", Charmy said. "It was like Final destination, and it was totally freaky."
"That's creepy hearing you say that, Charmy.", Espio said. "Anyway, the princess; is she..."
"No, she's still alive, but she's in coma and is hospitalized for a few days, or weeks, or months, or years.", Vector said. "Unfortunately, because of that incident, the plumber decided not to pay us."
"A plumber !?"
"He was our client."
When the conversation had ended, Vector went off to his room to rest, and Charmy and Marine went to watch cartoons. Espio thought that today was now not a good time to speak with Vector; he decided to talk to him tomorrow. The next day came and Charmy and Marine were outside playing. Espio thought that was great, as he didn't know what would happen once he talks to Vector; he even locked the door to keep them from coming back in, even though he was hesitant about it.
"Vector-san, can we talk ?"
"Not now, Espio, I'm going through all of these bills. Maybe later or some other time."
"Onegai(Please), Vector-san, this is really important."
"Oh, alright, I guess it would be better than having to look at all these damn bills. So, what's up ?"
"Well, Vector-san, as you may have noticed, I've not been joining and helping you and the others on investigating cases lately."
"Yeah, I have been wondering about that. What's been going on with you lately ?"
"Well it started the other day two weeks ago, when we were watching that movie on the television."
Vector's eyes seemed to go wide when he heard that. It seemed like he was remembering something that he had forgotten.
"As we were watching the movie, you were drinking a lot of beer, and then you became drunk and apparently driven by lust."
Listening more to what Espio was saying, the crocodile was recollecting everything that day. When he finally remembered what happened on that day, he held a horrified look on his face.
"And, while you were in your drunken daze, you..."
Suddenly, in a quick flash, Vector was on his knees and hugging Espio. The chameleon was surprised by this action; not only because of the crocodile hugging him, but also because he felt tears falling on his shoulders, and could hear some low crying. This was very out of character of Vector.
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I should have listened to you and stopped drinking while I was still sober. I didn't mean to hurt you; I would never hurt you. Do you think you can find it in your heart to ever forgive me ?"
The chameleon was thinking about it, and all of what Vector said. He then decided that he would forgive his friend, since he knew that incident wasn't entirely all of his fault. Espio told Vector that he accepted his apology, and the crocodile happily hugged the chameleon tighter. Espio laughed and told and Vector about how out of character he was, when he was apologizing. Vector responded by telling the chameleon to not expect him to be like that ever again, and the two reptiles laughed. Suddenly, Espio remembered something and knocked Vector onto the floor, and then climbed on top of the crocodile; Vector was surprised by Espio's strength.
"Vector-san, while you were drunk, you whispered something to me. I really need to know; were you serious when you said that ?"
Vector had no idea what Espio was talking about. He started to think back to that day, I tried to remember what he had possibly whispered to his friend. When he finally did remember, he was blushing, his eyes went wide, and his mouth was wide open. He remembered that he told Espio he had always loved and cared about him. The crocodile was embarrassed; he never expected to admit his true feelings for his friend anytime soon.
"You see, Vector-san, there is another reason why I wouldn't go with you and the others on cases. I would feel strange around you, and lately my body has been tormenting me. Vector-san, I think I may also be..."
Espio had stopped talking and suddenly locked his lips with Vector. The crocodile face turned completely red, and it looked like his eyes were about to bulge out of his sockets. Even though it probably looked liked Vector was disturbed by the kiss, he was really enjoying it; the proof being that his cock was slowly getting hard. After a couple of seconds, Espio ended the kiss, and blushing like Vector; the two reptiles were staring at each other for a while.
"E-espio !", Vector said; he then noticed the chameleon's seven inch cock. "Hehehe, so I'm guessing you were really enjoying yourself."
"Hehe, I can say the same thing about you. So, do you wanna, maybe..."
"Look, as much as I would enjoy 'playing' with you, I should really get back to those bills."
"Oh really, I recall you saying that this would be way more better than having to look at those damn bills."
"Hehe, I guess you know me too well."
Espio wasted no time locking his lips with Vector again. The two reptiles had their eyes closed and their tongues were dancing in each other's mouth. As they kissed each other, Espio had uncurled his tail, and wrapped it around Vector's ten inch cock; squeezing and rubbing it smoothly up and down the base. The two moaned into each other's mouth; enjoying the little pleasure that were recieving. After a while, the two ended their kiss, and Espio started kissing and sucking down Vector's neck, and his tail was squeezing and rubbing a little harder against the crocodile's cock; Vector never expect Espio to act in such a way.
"Hehe, you're getting really freaky there, aren't ya.", Vector smirked.
The scene changes to Vector's bed, where the crocodile was chilling as Espio was working on his cock. The chameleon began by licking up, down, and all around the larger reptiles cock. He was going really slow, just to torture the crocodile that was relaxing. Vector moaned at the pleasure his friend was giving, and was really hoping that Espio would hurry up and start sucking. No sooner, the chameleon wrapped his tongue around the cock, and engulfed it as he started to slowly suck, and while that was happening, Vector was using his tail to jack off Espio. As the chameleon was slowly bobbing his head up and down the base of the cock, he was using his tongue to squeeze cock within his mouth; Vector was moaning loud in total bliss.
"Ahhh, oh Espio, your tongue is really amazing. It feels like your strangling my dick with that tongue."
Espio mentally laughed to himself when he heard Vector say that. Seeing as how his friend was really enjoying his tongue, the chameleon decided to make the crocodile feel even more pleasure. Squeezing on the cock harder, Espio started to bob his head faster up and down the cock as he sucked, which in turn made Vector moan louder, and increase the speed of his rubbing on the smaller reptile's cock. Thinking that he was torturing the enough, the chameleon wrapped his tongue from the cock, and decided to use it normally as he continued his sucking. Precum was shooting on to Espio's tongue, and even he didn't like the taste, he ignored it to continue on with his sucking; that was until he started to taste more pre shooting out. Vector was about to cum soon.
"Ahhh, oooohhhh, I can't take it anymore, I'm about t-to, ahhhhhhhh."
Vector roared loudly in extasy; Espio quickly took his mouth off of the cock, as the crocodile came hard; shooting ropes after ropes of his cream. Feeling the bliss of having to cum so hard, Vector's tail squeezed Espio's cock harder, which in turn made the chameleon moan loud as he reached his orgasm, and shot out a stream of his seed. Their orgasms ended after a couple of minutes, with some of their jizz landing their body and face. Vector licked up and enjoyed the taste of cum off of his face, while Espio just wiped the cream off of his face with a disgusted look.
"Ahhhh, that was amazing, I don't think I've ever came that hard before, hehe.", Vector spoke.
"I'm glad you enjoyed your pleasure.", Espio said.
"How couldn't I, your tongue was amazing. But, why did you remove your mouth before I came ?"
"Gomen(Sorry), it's just that cum smells and taste like squid to me; it's really disgusting."
"Aww, that's really too bad."
"It's not over yet, Vector-san."
Vector watched as Espio positioned himself above the tip of the larger reptile's cock. The crocodile was surprised by this, as didn't expect Espio to be ready for that, especially after what happened two weeks ago.
"Woah there, Espio; are you sure about this ?"
"Hai(Yes), I know I'm ready for this, especially since you're not drunk this time."
"Well, ok then."
Vector grabbed Espio by the hips, and was slowly helping the chameleon come down on his cock, as he penetrated him. The crocodile was surprised to find out that Espio was really tight ever what had happened, but it made sense to him since that was two weeks ago. The chameleon moaned as more and more of Vector's cock entered him. The crocodile managed to get in six inches, and stopped to see how Espio was doing. Espio had let Vector know that he could take more of him, and told himto keep going. The larger reptile nodded his head, and continued to insert the rest of his length into the chameleon. When the crocodile managed to get ten inches in, he stopped to so that Espio could adjust; the both panting. With a few minutes passed by, Espio had let Vector know that he was ready. Nodding his head again, Vector was slowly pulling out of Espio; leaving in just the head. He then slowly slid the chameleon back down on his cock, and then up to the head again, and then down again; he continued doing this in a steady rhythm. Low moans had escaped from out of their mouth, and Espio was using his right hand to jack himself off. The two were in heaven enjoying their pleasure. Espio told Vector to go faster, and the larger reptile increased the speed of his humping. The two of them were moaning louder, their bodies were starting to sweat, and Espio's jacking was in time with the rhythm of Vector's thrusting. Espio was enjoying his newfound pleasure, and was to share it with Vector. The crocodile could feel his orgasm arriving and didn't want to cum anytime soon, but there was nothing he could do about it, as he cam hard into the chameleon; roaring out in pleasure. Likewise, Espio too had reached his orgasm, and moaned out as he came just as hard as Vector. Their orgasm lasted for a couple of minutes before it stopped, the two panting together as they were catching their breath. Vector slowly pulled out of Espio, and afterwards, the chameleon collasped and passed out on top of the crocodile.
An hour had passed, and Espio began to wake up. He looked around until he saw Vector, who was smoking a cigarette.
"Vector-san, what happened ?"
"Oh, hey there sleepyhead, you passed out after our little fun. By the way, I was checking you out a bit while you were asleep, and it turns out you're pregnant."
"NANI(WHAT), but that's impossible, h-how can that even happen ?"
"Woah, just calm down; I was only just messin with ya, hehe."
"That wasn't funny ! By the way, Vector-san, I didn't know that you smoked."
"Oh yeah, I've always been smoking, but don't you worry, I plan tobreak the habit. And besides...", Vector had stopped talking for a bit as he was putting his cigarette out in an ashtray. "...I hate smoking anyway."
Espio laughed a bit at his friend. He then asked if Vector was serious about what he whispered to him. Embarressed, the crocodile blushed as he admitted that what he said was true, but then he told the chameleon that he better not expect him to be feeling this way when they go out on cases; case in point, he was putting on a tough guy act. Espio then suddenly hugged Vector; catching the crocodile offguard.
"Arigatou(Thank you), Vector-san ! Daisuki(I love you)!"
Vector had no idea what Espio just said. He alwasy found it annoying whenever the chameleon would talk to him in japanese. However, he made a guess at what Espio said, and wrapped an arm around the chameleon.
"Right back at ya."
As the two reptiles were enjoy their little quiet time together, they suddenly heard an explosion from outside. Rushing quickly outside, they shocked to see atleast nine flipped over and destroyed ice cream trucks, and nine scared and traumatized ice cream men. The cause of this problem were Charmy and Marine; who were in a crazed sugar rush.
"J-just what the fuck has been going on out here ?", Vector said.
"I don't know, but what I do know is that this is gonna cost us.", Espio said.
"Damnit, luck just isn't on our side."
END!
Espio: Oi, minna(Hey everybody), I would like to say arigatou for taking your reading and enjoying this story. As for Marine being on our team, the writer just thought it would be a fun and good idea. And just to mess with you, me and Vector have always been in a relationship, since we returned in Sonic Heroes; now try to play our hearing this, hehehe. Again, arigatou, and don't forget to rate. Sayanora(good-bye)! | Chaotix Love by Natsuru | [
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KZIN4.TXT - M/M, Violence - September 20, 2003
Kzin Pride By SwampRat (cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association
I sighed. Another summons. Well, nothing for it I suppose. I made arrangements to be replaced for the day, and wended my way OutArm towards the Pilot's Stations. A Kzin snarled at me, and checked my paperwork.
"OK, Monkey.. Report to Training Pod 2."
I continued on down to the second Simulation Pod. Re-certification time already? I went inside and sat down.
Another kzin sat in the second chair snarled at me, "Ready, Monkey?"
I nodded. The panel lights came on.. What?!
"Assskm-Parrrl.. Assskm-Parrrl.." 'Mayday..'
I sighed. "Alright, what is this.."
"fkkkljOIJN. UJN ik."
A chill ran up my spine. A voice from the past.. More lights came on, showing a Faser Class attack cruiser instrument bank, with modifications..
"Assistance.. Assistance.."
I shrugged, toggling the radio on.
"Message Acknowledged.. What is the problem?"
Silence. I looked at the Kzin, who was sitting in the Nav Station, a good four feet above and behind me... A crackle.
"FZZT This is Scout Hamnsk. I request assistance from any Tri-Compact Personnel. CRACKLE"
They must have dug up an old war tape.. Best to just go along with the charade. The Kzin had strange senses of humor..
"This is.." ('Who am I?' I whispered to the cat. He shrugged.)
".. A member of the Triad."
A sputter.
"Get a Message to FarCom Night."
I straightened. That was one of the codes I used with the Compact Scout Brigade.
"Send Message Scout - In AmerEng.."
I smiled quietly to myself. Nobody had spoken English in Millennia.. Except those beings I had taught. Dead languages make great encryption schemes.
"This is HunterPod 1, Clan Ammarrth. Message.. 200 Enemy in Amkmhir. Situation desperate. Heavy casualties. We are surrounded. End Message. We Require Assistance..."
Shots being fired. I took no notice. The Kzin had spoken in accented American Slang...
(LOCK RED 2 ALPHA(.
My mind reeled. CLICK
(Combat Mode ON(.
Long dormant commands opened pathways, turned servo's on. Drugs pumped into me, so the bio-half could keep up with the mechanical. I hit the rows of switches, bringing my attack craft up from cold start into Ready, using emergency power settings.. Somebody was going to have to redo a few boards when I returned as the system was taxed to the limit.
"Coords.." A snarl.
Numbers spat in Kzin, ending in a wail of pain.
"Kissmoiuj ioin IHNdp!" Tamaria..
"Aborted, Crotch-lapping, Male Offspring Of Female Canines.." I snarled, having yet another reason to hate the plant-like creatures..
"Power."
"Three and climbing, Captain."
Barely enough.
"Hang on Ammarrth.. I will be there soonest. Strap in Lieutenant, We're Jumping.. And call me Shadow."
A hissed "Aye" was my reply as I shoved the throttle up, pulling 2g's in a hard movement. Guns ready, I spun vertical of Ground and hit the reflex Engines. We jumped into the Atmosphere at .997 Mach.
"Fighters.. at 27 Advent."
I ignored them.
"We clear?"
"Aye.."
I grinned mirthlessly.
"Then, let's make 'em earn their gravespaces... Cutters out!"
I waited until the 'LOCK' light came on, and putting the shields on 2, I 'Jumped'. That is, I goosed the KK Drive. Mach 1 vanished as we cut a swath through the 5 ships, crippling all but 1. I did a snap-wheel that brought us on course for another pass.. Still at M2.
"1 Missile up the Ass.. How you holding up back there..."
A weak growl.
"Life Readings on Last Ident?"
A snarl.
"None of Compact origin.."
"Bastards! Hold onto your lunch.."
He screamed as I snapped a 270, rotating the nose around and headed for the coordinates the scout last put out.
"Radio Silence.. Now."
The crackle in my Comset went dead.
"Camp at 223 Azimuth.." I lifted my hand, clasping the Kzin's hind paw.
"May Your Children's Children Speak Your Name In Awe, Warrior."
He snarled, pressing his claws into my fingers. "I am proud to serve under You, Captain.."
"LordCommander DeathShadow, Nav.. Now, Let's go put our names in the Great Hall.." I snarled, and the cat above me repeated the epitaph. Should either one of us survive, he would travel to Kzin, and make sure the other's name was put in the Hall Of Heroes.
Guns blazing, we strafed the campsite. Ripples of explosions followed the lasers path of destruction. I whirled, and made a second run, stepping up to Mach 2 again. The shockwave ran before us, crushing everything before it into jelly.
"Fighters.. Azimuth 43. Gaak!"
I stood the craft on it's tail and boosted the drives. A pair of missiles launched off, a few seconds later we rammed through the debris that was two ships moments before.
More showed up on my tail. I turned, ready to engage them..
Click
"Simulation Ended.."
(UNLOCK. STAND-DOWN. AWAIT.(
My internal circuits cut out with the code words. And I shook.. Damn! Betrayed by my own emotions.. Well, actually by droid logic. There were still some circuits in the system that I couldn't touch... Damn Triad. Damn Machinery.. My cover was blown, Big-Time. But what would the Kzin do about it?
The cat unhooked his harness, climbed down from his seat, and shook my hand!! Then to add another shock, he put on one of the few articles of clothing Kzin wear.. a sash of Authority. If I read the decorations right, he was also of the Clan Ammarrth. A General. What the hell? The cat stood.
"It is an honor to meet the Commander My ClanFather served under."
This was a bad dream..
"Do not worry, only myself and the Technician at the console know any of this went on."
He climbed out of the pod, to be greeted by another Kzin. An Under-General.. It figures.
"My Congratulations, LordCommander. You would have made a most worthy opponent." He bowed deeply to me.
"But.. Why?"
The being smiled.
"We have been suspicious of you for some time. You knew too much of the inner workings of Kzin ships to just be a simple Technician. So, either you were a genius, a well-trained spy.. or a WarHero. It is nice to find you are the latter.. My generations past Father also served in the Triad forces.. He spoke most eloquently of you and your leadership."
I was still reeling..
"We may now return to Kzin, and clear our Family Names.."
My eyes narrowed. "The sons of Ammarrth and Serrtii have problems?"
Old names that were as fresh as the blood I still wore - If only mentally. They both took a step back, not sure if I was Completely out of the simulation or Not.
"There are those who do not agree that those who fought under a.. Human.. should be allowed in The Hall.."
I snarled something about Cats who needed to have their tails stuffed in their asses.
"Follow."
It was not a question. I marched out of the Station, and with the big cats behind, made my way to my private quarters. Many heads turned, to watch the strange procession.. A man dressed in the garb of a simple tech, in lock-step with 2 high Kzin, and They were 3 paces behind!
A caten dared to get in my way. A lowly guard. I snarled a few choice words in High-Kzin at him.. He moved rapidly, not wanting his energy-rifle shoved up his butt.. It took a few more minutes to come to my apartment, where a palm lock glowed at my touch. A 'click' and a hiss, as the door opened. I motioned to the cats to sit, and went into another room. There I took out a locker. Opening it by voice-command, I pulled out a tray. Memories.. Then lifted it and brought it out to the two males.
"These belonged to my friends. And my Enemies."
The Kzin gasped, running their paws through the medals, chits, and awards. I went back into the room, removing the clothing, and most of my anatomy. Walked to a panel. Inserted my arm-stump. Circuits read the codes. A door opened, and I walked into my 'War-Room'. Weapons of every description hung from the walls. I selected the necessary items, and removed my legs. A hoist lifted me to a Medi-Vac.
Most of my torso was plated in steel. A shell was hooked-up. Battle class servos went into my appendages.. I was now a tick faster than a Kzin. The lid was removed, and I stepped down. My Heraldry Patch from the Triad Forces was placed on my face. The Battalion Armored Robe I stood in The Great Hall with went over my body. Medallions were placed on it. Then, I took the Weapons given to me by my Kzin brethren, and put them in place. The Last thing was my War Helm. When I walked out of the room, I armed the self-destruct pouch. I might not see it again.. One last sash from the locker was added.. It told of my Rank, Name, and All the Kzin Princes I had fought with. I returned to the living room.
The Kzin were gone. Not by choice, from the looks of the place. I expected something like this. My Brethren's names were in question. Others wanted to slander them to further their own clans.. I still felt the ClanLeader's paw grabbing my hand. If it was flesh, he would have broken it.
"Brother of My Brothers. You have fought beside my sons. Brought their names back. Allowed them to gain Honor under you.. With you."
He placed a medallion on my vest.
"Born Human, Mated to a machine, You are now Kzin. The Clan Of Ammarrth Welcomes You, Lord ShadowOfDeath."
I replayed the security tape. Hooded beings came, Gassed the Kzin. Left. But not until removing everything in sight.. It's a good thing I locked my door. Well, they had memento's but the things that really counted would soon be winging it's way towards Kzin. I put a cloaking robe on, and left, after re- setting the door. Left a message that I had Family Matters to attend to. That would not sit well with the Kzin who was my boss, but he would have literally come unglued if he saw the decorations adorning my chest. Kingdoms had been wiped out in Kzin Clan Wars, and officially frowned upon.. Unofficially, on the other paw, 'Anything that doesn't kill you, strengthens you.'
I stepped into an old shop. The kzin stood as I came in.
"Nobody saw me enter, but be prepared."
He nodded. I had expected trouble for some time, and had made preparations, Just-In-Case.. Handed him half a coin. He checked it against one he had.
"How do I Know you are the true bearer of this coin?"
I turned the cloak off, and removed it. The Kzin straightened. Took my hand.
"Welcome, Commander.. How may I serve?"
I told him to send a certain trunk to a certain Kzin holding. He nodded, and I replaced the cloak. Left. Step 2 was in motion.. Now for step 3. It was easy as a Tech to read Ship's Registery. And even easier to sneak aboard one via a service hatch..
The Captain came in, saw his door was ajar. He was going to rip the ears off a few kittens for this.. Something stood in the cabin. A blaster pointed at his midsection. It took no genius to know whoever it was would blow a hole in him big enough to wade a ship through..
"Where Does Your Father Sit?" In Kzin. The question asked Loyalties.
"At Hannat." He replied, claws sliding back into hands and feet, but ears still down..
The weapon motioned towards the bunk. There sat a closed box. Chamme-Captain sidled towards it. He tried to keep one eye on the being, until he saw the seal on the box. Then turned, opening it. Inside was a ClanSymbol. Ammarrth - Blood Kin to Hannattar.
"How did you come by this?"
He straightened, ready to die if necessary. The blaster pointed to the floor. Was tossed on the bunk.
"I require help from one who is bonded to Clan Ammarrth."
The Kzin closed the door. Sat down on the bed. "Why?"
The cloak faded. Standing in his room was a ghost. I saw his eyes run over my medals, reading the sash 3 times.
He turned his palms up. "I am at your service, Lord."
I nodded. "I require Passage to Ammar."
The pink ears went up. 'Blood-Feud.' The Kzin came off the bunk, to sink down to his knees.
"The Clan Hannattar is at your disposal, Lord of My Blood Clan."
I put a hand on his shoulder.
"Rise, and return to your duties. You still own this ship. All I require is passage.. After that is up to you.. But, You may wish to review this.."
I gave him a copy of the same tape I had seen earlier. The Kzin's eyes went from wide to narrow, as he saw my guests, watched them removed by a 'Coward's Act'.
"So, 3 of the Hand are now involved.."
A hand is 7 clans. Each has ties with the other. And all act as one when threatened.. I asked for a quiet place to get ready. Actually, I wanted to plug my other side in for a while, and sleep. Since I would be living on drugs for some time to come.. Kzin food comes in Raw, and Still Kicking.
A rough pawpad touched the steel lightly. The creature might just as well yelled. I watched him come closer. 4 bodies came from the shadows, and grabbed the Kzin.
"What do you here?"
The Kzin snarled. Told them to do rude things.
"If you seek me, I am here.."
The cats held the intruder. I stood, and walked forward.
"If you have a message, I will hear it."
The cat spat at me.
"Which Clan do you represent.."
The Kzin spat at me again. I slid my hood back. The WarHelm with the ClanLord Symbol gleamed in the light. I lifted the head.
"I repeat, Do you have a message for me?"
He snarled. I took a few steps back. Motioned for the others let him go.
"Die, Monkey!" He screamed, leaping at me.
I broke his neck, shattered his ribcage, and slammed what was left into a wall. My sword was halfway out of it's sheath, before I realized I would not need it. The eyes saw no more. A dark stain spread over the bulkhead, as the body slid down it. The others removed it. One by one, they bowed, and left, just a little wide around the nostrils. 'So Grandfather Didn't lie about the Steel Ghost..' I could almost hear them saying, re-plugging myself in.
Part of me hated the killing, part of me reveled in it... And part just went along with the programming that, like some unkillable demon or vampire kept me around for so many ages. 'Getting Old..' Went back to oblivion..
"Lord, we circle Katzza."
3rd homeworld. My helm was removed, set to one side.
"Commander, We await you.." This from the surface.
I was given a life-suit. Re-fitted to me, it looked like an Old Kzin dignitary. Whose health was in question.. Coming home to die was the privilege of All Kzintii. But, I had no intentions of having my name written in the Hall of Heroes.. Just Yet anyway. The shuttle ride was as eventful as sleeping in null gravity. I mentally reviewed the events that brought me to Katzza.. A tradeship had brought a coded letter hinting somebody of Ex-Compact/Triad history might find a certain shipyard of interest. Since Freedom's Ride was well underway, I had more than enough ships of Kzin design to study. So it was a matter of smuggling certain things into the Port of Haam.
Getting fake ID, Background, And getting into The Ring. One doesn't do things like snoop into Kzin affairs without Inside assistance. After a year I knew something was afoot.. But until the General dropped me into a position where only someone from Compact would respond as I did, I had no idea.
"Welcome Lord. Please follow.."
Strong hands helped me into a cart. The scenery went by at a blur. To a palatial estate.. Clan Lhikutewl. Another of the Hand. I was shown to a room. My baggage came before me. When I was sure I was alone, I peeled myself out of the suit. Replaced my hands, and weapons. I had just finished, when the door opened.
"You do Exist!" The kzin was young, but his eyes shone. A Hasty bow.
"I am Hilkna. I bring greetings from my clan to yours."
I nodded to him. Snapped my claws out, raked my chest, then slapped my hands together.. His grin was nasty, as was the response.
"Death and Dishonor to the Hand's Enimies.."
He bowed again, then ran off as footsteps echoed down the hallway. An old kzin came in.
"Did my Son's Son bother you, Lord?" I put my hands on top of my head and folded them down, then Up - A Smile. He chuckled..
"Steel ears.. It is good to see you, My Brother." We clasped arms.
"You heard.."
I handed him the tape.
"I saw.. And who was it that sent a tape of The Ambush of Haran?"
He smiled, not showing teeth. "Somebody who wished to find out if a certain male still existed."
I smiled back. "If two wars can not kill me, How could civilian life.. Unless it is of boredom."
He laughed at that.
Things got settled.. I got to watch as my Clan honored the dead by putting their names in the Hall of Heroes - Many wished My name there, but I declined the offer - I was still interested in living. With a few more trinkets and much growling, I returned to my life as a repairperson.
"Damn Nut.. Think they would give us decent tools."
The young kzin beside me chuckled.
"We are but tech's.. The Good Stuff goes to Inner Repairs Docks."
The overseer growled about us taking so much time, switching his bushy tail as he walked by.
"Like to wrap That tail around his skinny neck.."
It was my turn to chuckle.
"Jealous? We'll be done in a moment.. Hand me a Spanner, Will you?"
The Tech, who didn't even rate a family name yet, nodded. Crawled out and stood, growling softly as his back complained. When he was out of earshot, I reached in and snapped the stud off, tossing it back behind me. He returned.. To kick my boot.
"Well?"
I grunted. "Broke another one.."
Shook his head. Things got broke a Lot around this one.. Then the clock beeped.
"Time to go.. What are you doing after?"
I got up and shook my clothes. "Nothing.." Packed the toolbox.
"Good.. I need somebody to run their hands across my back. Make it worth your while.."
I shook my head. "Your Wife is supposed to do that."
He smacked my shoulder. "Don't rub it in.. How 'bout it?"
I put the box on the cart, and took his as well.
"Alright.. But If you Snore..."
The kzin looked askance at me.. "I Snore? You kept me awake half the night last time."
I shrugged. "So? Next time, Stick something into my mouth..."
His growl was only half smothered when he kissed me.
"And when are you going to make Tech3 so I can break in a New Lover, Hmm?"
He got on the tram and slid a hand into my jumpsuit.
"You just wait until I get you home, Elder.."
I had to laugh at that.. Maybe I wouldn't dream of the past. The wars and lives destroyed. The loves, now dust and memory. The hand fondled me more intimately.. And I smiled... How did that song go? 'Live for Today..'Or something like that. I intend to...
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Well you know the rules.
Kyle strolled through the ever shrinking forest next to his house. The large forest was rapidly shrinking, a once beautiful landscape disappearing due to the constant construction. Kyle estimated that there wouldn't even be a tree left by next summer. He sighed, looking down at the small game trail as he walked through, silently stepping over twigs and leaves. He had always loved the forest, and he liked walking through it, especially to think. Tonight he had a lot to think about and none of it was pleasant. Kyle's parent's relationship had slowly fallen apart over the years and tonight his dad had finally left. All his life he had been very close with his parents and he had always wondered what he would do if his parents ever divorced. Now that his parents finally were divorced, Kyle really didn't know what to do. He just wanted to get away from everything and everyone. His pace slowly increased, as his anger and frustration built up inside, until he was at a sprint. He stopped a few minutes later, panting, to look around his surroundings. He noticed a small cave entrance he had never seen before, but due to the constant construction it was quite obvious now, no longer hidden by the foliage.
Kyle slowly walked towards it and peered in. It was dark and humid and had a heady, "thick" smell to it. He stepped into the cave only to realize that it was an amazingly steep slope covered in water and he quickly slid down into darkness. Three dragons were advancing closer to the mouth of the cave. They had been ordered to seal off the cave before the corruption of the humans invaded their last sanctuary. Their ebony claws clacked as the dragons approached in silence. They all mourned for having to close themselves from the outside world, however they must protect what was theirs. All three dragons solemnly stepped around the caves mouth and bowed their heads. They began to chant in deep hollow language that was unknown to almost everyone. Slowly the walls crumbled as the magic took its effect causing thousands of years of erosion in just a few seconds.
Kyle began to awaken, a bit of blood drying on the side of his head. He groggily lifted his head off the cold rocky floor. He squinted but could not make anything out. He quickly began to panic. How long had he been down here? How did he plan to get back up? Thousands of thoughts rushed through his mind and he quickly stood up. He tried in vain to walk back up the slope that he had slid down but all he managed to do was fall down a few times. He finally stopped and sat back down, resting his head against a small stalagmite. He slowly breathed in the damp air trying to collect himself. He slowly calmed down and listened to the cave walls in an attempt to quiet his mind.
Whispering. Was that what he heard? Kyle had no clue how long he had sat there. Yes, there it was again. As he listened a little more carefully he noticed it was not English, but for some reason he understood some of it. "Maybe it's English in a foreign accent." He thought. He strained his ears trying to pick up the voices. After a few minutes of waiting he heard them again but this time the voices were louder. It didn't sound like English but still he could understand it. He was so caught up in trying to figure out what kind of accent it was that he failed to notice the light in the cave becoming brighter. As soon as he noticed this, he panicked, and stumbled backwards not caring how much noise he made. He crawled back until he reached a wall and couldn't go any further he then looked at the approaching light and gasped.
The dragons were returning back from their completed mission when they heard something. They all stopped and listened again, nothing. "Did you hear that?" Ayia asked.
"Yeah, a scratching or something..." Aepas trailed off.
Ayia held out her hand conjuring a small ball of fire so they could see, and they proceeded to slowly search around. For a good five minutes they found nothing, but they kept searching. As Aepas slowly examined a small group of rocks something crawled backwards. He quickly ducked his head and called his brethren over.
Kyle stared as three dragons stood behind a small collection of rocks and stalagmites. He was both scared and amazed at the same time. They were absolutely beautiful. All them had the same body build, somewhat humanoid, though their legs were bestial, fairly long necks, fangs, spikes protruding from their backs they were all about 10 feet give or take a few.
One was green, not a dark green but more of a lighter milky color. He was perhaps the smallest of them, quite sleek with an athletic build.
The second held a small ball of fire illuminating the cave. Kyle squinted and noticed that this dragon was female. Her scales shone off a deep blood red. Although she was female she still had quite a muscle build. Not enough to be unattractive, but enough to be intimidating none the less.
The third was a deep blue, the tallest and by far the most beautiful. He was the most muscular of the three. His entire upper body was well built and his legs were like that of a professional runner.
Kyle had almost no time to examine them. As he sat there gawking, the green one came with an almost impossible speed and grabbed him by the throat. "Human," he snarled, "Come here to defile our lands eh?"
"N...No" Kyle stuttered "I got lost and... and" his reply was cut short by claws tightening around his neck.
The large green dragon started to squeeze harder, the tips of his talons cutting into the back of his neck and cutting off air to Kyle when the red dragon called out "Aepas! Drop him! He means us no harm."
Aepas snaked his head around and snapped, "Oooh, Forgive me, I can't read minds, unlike someone."
"Shut up! I didn't even have to, just look at the thing!" Yelled the red dragon, bits of fire escaping from her maw, her eyes flashing dangerously.
He snarled and dropped the small human and walked over the others as the red one walked foreword. She knelt down, to Kyle. "Sorry about him, he has a short temper. And is quite prejudice." She said with a strange smile that only a giant reptile as herself could manage. "What's your name?"
"Kyle."
The red dragon picked up Kyle and set him back on his feet. Kyle just stood there in a shock. The dragons except for the green one looked at him in curiosity. "How did you get here?" questioned the red dragon.
"I was looking in the cave and I slid down, and then you showed up."
The dragon nodded in response and decided to introduce herself and her brethren. "Well I am Ayia, and these are my brothers, Aepas you already met, and the blue one... Well, just call him "silence". He's been a mute ever since he was born and only his parent knew his name but they died not to long ago and we can't coax his name out of him, He won't even write it down for us!"
Kyle let out a harsh laugh. Right now he was just relieved that these creatures were not going to eat him. However some panic started to set in. How was he going to get home? "I'm sorry" Ayia said softly "we sealed the tunnel to prevent the humans and their horrible machines from getting in."
Kyle sighed "I know, it's horrible what they did to this forest. That place used to be like my second home. I would camp out in it and play in the creek..." he trailed off thinking of the great memories.
As Kyle said this the blue dragon raised his head and peered at the human. He thought for a moment and then dismissed it. This was not the time.
"Well I guess you'll come with us then, we'll see what the elders say." Ayia said.
Kyle nodded his head in response. They all started down the path once again, Aepas in the front grumbling about having a human along with them. The blue dragon "silence" just walked in the center looking straight ahead and Ayia stayed in the back and chatted with Kyle the whole time.
She talked about her life, how the humans were destroying resources, and many other things. While they chatted Kyle learned that the reason that he could understand them although they did not speak English was because they spoke a kind of universal language that all living creatures could understand and even speak if they put their minds to it.
After hours of walking, the small group reached their destination. Although they were originally in a cave, Kyle stepped out into a huge outdoor field. The land stretched as far as the eye could see and in the distance there were huge mountains.
"You are the first human to ever set foot here" Ayia said. "This is a magical place that only the dragons, and you, know of."
Kyle stared in awe at the amazing sanctuary. "We will go to the elders later, to speak of our success and to see what to do with you." Ayia said answering Kyle's silent thoughts. "And do not worry, Dragons are fair. We would not have to kill you to preserve our secret." She said once again reading his mind and answering.
"Her mind reading ability is a bit annoying. She answers before I can even ask." thought Kyle.
Ayia let out a small chuckle "Aepas says the same thing. Especially when he's thinking about different females in bed!"
Kyle was a bit taken back by her straightforwardness but laughed along with her, it felt good just to let a bit of the tension out.
"Well you can't stay with me and Aepas but you can stay with silence, right?" she peered over at him and he stared back, with unmoving eyes. "You can at least nod." Silence let out a somewhat crooked smile and nodded. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" And with that Ayia and Aepas flew into the air their great wings bolstering Kyle with gusts of wind and grass.
Silence walked up to Kyle placed a large claw on his shoulder and guided him away heading towards and unknown destination.
After walking for a few hours, they finally arrived at their destination. It was a large cave etched in the side of a mountain. Silence ushered Kyle into the cave. Kyle looked around in amazement. The cave was massive. The ceiling must have been at least 50 feet high and there were chairs, more like thrones, molded from polished stones. And a small pit glowing with embers. While Kyle was still admiring the cave, Silence sat down and signaled Kyle over. Kyle walked over, although somewhat timidly as he knew that if these creatures wanted, he would be dead in a matter of seconds.
Kyle sat next to the dragon and waited. He knew he couldn't make the dragon talk and the dragon had signaled him, so he obviously wanted something.
The blue dragon slowly stretched out his neck and put his muzzle on Kyle's chest taking in a deep breath. Kyle started to panic. "Crap he's sniffing me! Does he want to eat me?"
The dragon, recognizing the panic abruptly sat up and looked Kyle in the eye. "I remember you." He said, his voice no louder than a whisper.
Kyle was a bit taken back as he didn't expect the dragon to talk at all, let alone "remember" him. The dragon's voice was indeed deep but also had a strange softness to it.
"What do you mean, remember, I've never seen a dragon in my life."
"But I've seen you. You used to play in my forest before the humans started building and I was called into the sanctuary." Stated the dragon. "I would watch you hours on end as you never seemed to tire and always had respect for nature."
Kyle sat there wondering how something as big as him had gone undetected.
"Would you like some food? I was having some prepared." Silence then reached down and pulled a deer carcass out of the embers in a large fire pit. After a long silent dinner, Kyle tried to break the silence. "Why is it that you talk to me and not anyone else?"
"There was just no need to talk to anyone. I managed fine not talking right?"
"I guess but..." before Kyle could ask again, Silence cut him off.
"Enough, I am tired and it has been a long day for you as well."
Kyle was escorted deeper into the cave, opening into another chamber. Almost the same as the last, however this one had a bed laden with furs silks and other exotic fabrics. Silence walked over to one side of the bed and got comfy underneath the blankets. He then looked over and noticed that Kyle was still just standing there.
"You gonna sleep standing up?"
"No, but I don't have any sleeping clothes."
"Then strip it all down."
"Wouldn't that be a little gay? I mean I'm not like that."
Silence stared for a second. "You humans and your modesty." He rolled onto one side. "Just take off those garments and get in."
Kyle hesitantly stripped down to nothing and slowly got into the bed, staring as far away from the dragon as he could. Try as he might though he was slowly drawn to the dragon, whether it be for some heat, or comfort, he just ended up laying right next to Silence and thinking of the days events. Although he might never see his family or friends again at least someone cared. He then rolled over and clutched Silence, burying his head into his chest.
The dragon just looked down upon this human snuggling against him, and rested a hand on his head.
"Silence, what is your real name?" asked Kyle. "I really need to know."
Silence thought for a second. "Ok but you must not tell anyone, and I mean anyone. It's Tuuvean. And that isn't my real name, I don't know what my real name is, but this is my self proclaimed name."
As Tuuvean said this, it felt as if something huge had been taken off his shoulders and something filled the hole in his life. He truly smiled for the first time in ages, and gripped Kyle tightly, letting out tears of joy.
They held onto each other finally feeling that something that was once lost, was found.
"Hey, hey, Kyle? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, where am I, and who are you?"
"Oh it's just me, Ayia. And you're in a dream. It's much easier to contact you this way that to fly two thousand stretches. Anyway, I'm afraid I have bad news. There is no way back to your world. That was the last entrance that we sealed, I'm sorry. "
"I understand" Kyle thought back to his family and friends, but his mind was drawn to something else. Even through all the sorrow of loosing everything, one person was still there for him. A large blue figure appeared in his dream as he thought of him. "Do you want to live with him right now? I'm sure he wont mind, and if he does, he won't object." Ayia chuckled a little. Kyle laughed to but only because she meant he wouldn't talk. "Yeah, Ill stay here."
The dream faded and Kyle slowly awoke. Light appeared in the far end of the cave from the rising sun, however he refused to move. It just felt to good to and he did not want to let go of Tuuvean. Kyle pulled his head up and looked at Tuuvean. He was already awake and staring right back at Kyle. He leaned in and kissed Kyle on the lips. Kyle returned the kiss before he knew what he was doing but then pulled back. "No, no, I mean I'm not gay."
"There really is no gay or straight only love, and it doesn't matter who it is, what it is, or what sex it is."
Kyle sat there for awhile, finding his own feelings and thinking of what Tuuvean just said. He once again looked at the dragon and Kissed him deeply, allowing his tongue to slip into his mouth, savoring the taste and enjoying the sensation of a serpentine tongue in his mouth. After a few minutes of kissing and cuddling, they broke. "Ayia says I can never go back to my homeland. Can I stay with you?"
"Of course you can."
They sat there a little longer, enjoying each other's body heat and scent. Kyle thought back once again to his childhood memories and how he had always longed to be a dragon. Now he may have his chance! He was around dragons, who could use magic. It might work. "Hey Tuuvean what's it like to be a dragon?"
"hehe you want to become one?"
"How did you know?" asked Kyle.
"I could just see it in the way you were thinking and speaking. You actually want that?" "Yes" Kyle answered, "I'd give anything to be one."
"Well there is a way, but from what I've heard, it's extremely painful, and there is no going back. Also it must be done in a way that might not appeal to you."
Kyle sat still. He could handle the pain, as for never going back, well there was no way to even get home, but what did he mean by not appealing? "Ok, what do I have to do?"
"Let's head to the hot springs"
The dragon and human got up from the bed and walked down a small corridor. The smell of sulfur was a tell tale sign that there were hot springs nearby. Once again the corridor opened into a large chamber and in the center there was a large steaming bath. Kyle slowly waded in followed by Tuuvean.
Tuuvean sat down on a small ridge around the edge of the pool so his torso was out but the rest was underneath the water. He signaled Kyle over to sit on his lap. Kyle did and pressed his head against the large dragon's chest. "What needs to happen?"
"Well the most sacred thing to us is our seed. It holds the secrets to life, and who we are. So by receiving it, it would also allow you to change what makes you, you into what makes us, us."
Kyle looked up at Tuuvean and nodded. "I can handle it, as long as it's from you"
"I was hoping you would say that."
Tuuvean moved his hand down in the water to Kyle's member and gently grasped it. He took one taloned finger and ran it on the underside causing Kyle to tense up and moan. His member quickly became erect under this teasing. Tuuvean locked Kyle in another deep kiss as he sped up the pace. "First we have to get your seed out. So mine can take hold."
Kyle started to main and buck into the long scaly hand as a finger slipped deep inside him gently massaging his prostate. Kyle had never had this happen before and as soon as it did, it sent him over the edge. He bucked, moaned and shot the biggest load he ever had into the water.
Tuuvean looked down at his own, now stiff member. He slowly lifted Kyle and gently placed the tip of his ebony cock right on Kyle's hole and slowly let him down onto it. Kyle gasped from the pain and gritted his teeth. "Just relax, it will get better."
Tuuvean shuddered at the amazing pleasure running through his body due to Kyle's tightness. He slowly brought Kyle down the rest of the way, plunging his length into Kyle's depths. Once again Kyle was lifted, and once again impaled his anal ring being stretched. Kyle was just starting to notice how wonderful this felt, the large rock hard cock rubbing back and forth on his prostate. Kyle moaned and arched his back, but was hushed by a kiss from Tuuvean as his long head snaked around. They sat there rocking for minutes on end until finally Tuuvean shot a hot sticky load deep into Kyle.
They both just sat there for awhile, basking in the after glow, until Kyle noticed his stomach started to feel a bit strange. He let out a muffled grunt as a pain slowly descended into his body. Tuuvean noticed this and picked up Kyle and laid him down on the ground beside the pool. Kyle curled into a ball and laid on his side as the pain got worse and then faded, Kyle sat up and looked at himself, eagerness for his new body, but realized nothing had changed. He looked over at Tuuvean puzzled. Suddenly there was a sickening crack. Kyle's vision faded from the extreme pain for a second, he then looked at his legs, the pain overwhelming. His bones kept rearranging themselves by breaking and moving, Kyle laid back screamed and convulsed, with Tuuvean right there holding his hand.
Kyle's legs had been completely transformed. His heel and ankles had moved up making his legs become more bestial. His toes had molded together to make three along with large black talons. Kyle started to convulse again, his voice now lost, at a quickly forming tail. His tailbone had stretched out all his skin and small spines were slowly protruding from his skin along his tail and spinal cord. Each one broke the skin, causing blood to spurt from his back.
The tail was now reaching an impressive length of five feet with small spines protruding all the way to the end. The tip was a large blade shaped spine, larger than all the rest. On Kyle's back his shoulder blades began rapidly expanding, starching, breaking and rearranging. Small tips protruded from his skin and began to rapidly fill out into wings, stretching out, becoming longer, and a thick mucus that covered it began to form into a thin membrane.
Kyle's chest began to puff out his ribcage expanding and his organs growing. His neck began to stretch out, and his head felt as though a vice grip was tightening over it, changing the shape. Even in his mouth, new sharper teeth were forming pushing out all his old ones and becoming much sharper. Kyle's ears quickly shrank to nothing, and small protrusions came out of his cheekbones.
Finally the pain seemed to stop and Kyle was just strong enough to roll over and throw up.
Tuuvean looked at Kyle and chuckled lovingly. "Do not worry the worst part is over. The rest is actually quite enjoyable."
Kyle stood up, wobbly, however due to his new legs. When he stood all the way up, Tuuvean started laughing. "What, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, you just look funny, completely human outside on a dragon skeletal system." He chuckled some more. "Don't worry, the rest will develop soon."
Before he had even finished he sentence however, Kyle noticed a small rippling sensation under his skin. Muscles were slowly forming al over, especially on his cock. As they grew it felt like a massage and his member slowly started to grow. It grew and grew, Kyle was amazed by how much bigger it was getting than it was originally. Where as it used to only get around to six inches, it was now up to thirteen. He felt down and touched it, and a shock of pleasure ran through him, just like the very first time he ever explored himself. He proceeded to his balls and gasped, not only were they more sensitive, they were about the size of an orange.
While he was doing this the rest of his body was growing, muscles starting to bulge in places he never knew existed. His pecks filled out nicely, small lines forming around the sinew. His arms filled out and he touched them, they were hard as rocks and HUGE! His legs also filled out like a really powerful runner. Muscles moved up his back attaching themselves to his newly grown wings. After admiring himself he moved back to his new balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. It felt so good! He had to get off, he felt like he was going to explode. He started to stroke his member, but Tuuvean stopped him.
"You're not done yet."
"There's so much pressure." Klye moaned.
"And there will be plenty of time for that later. Look"
Kyle looked and once again something was happening. Jet black scales were quickly traveling up his legs. They began to cover his entire body, until his newly shaped head was covered. They then started to change the spines up his back black as well, but they were tipped with a dark green.
Kyle admired himself some more when suddenly he felt something warm and wet engulf his still rock hard cock. Tuuvean was quickly slurping at it, his tongue tracing over the sensitive head while the sides of his sharp teeth massaged the base of the cock. Tuuvean's hand grabbed the balls and slowly started to roll them around while suckling. Kyle was Moaning in complete ecstasy and it didn't take long for the already exited dragon to shoot his load. It came harder and longer than ever before and felt twice as good. Tuuvean slurped up as much as he could but some still managed to slip out of his maw and onto the floor and on his feet.
They slowly retreated back to the water and locking themselves in a deep passionate kiss.
Authors notes
Ok so I know there was not too much yiff in this one, but there will be a sequel, with more yiff, and maybe more after that, if I get more ideas.
This is only my second story, but I still hope that you enjoyed it. As you can all see my writing is not perfect. Which is why I have people proof it, however this time my proofreader was really busy so i tried it myself. I right my storys on a private wiki so if anyone would like to join, write storys and have them proofread, contact CryptoQuick.
Also please post your thoughts. it doesnt really take all that long, and it really helps. If you really dont want to do that, you can always email me or IM me (kamekazibanshee) | The Power of silence. by Serpent_Lord | [
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Hi there! This is my 1st attempt at a story so please, if your gunna insult me, make sure I work with it! Sorry for the lack of furs in this chap this is just a prologue, but I promise that there will be furs in the future chapters! - RedWing
The Change
Chapter 1 - Same Old Routine.
My name is Alexander Redwing, and I'm part of the SAS, my team has 4 members, all highly skilled people and great friends. We're currently heading for the jungles in Burma where we have had reports that an hostile terrorist group has discovered some ancient ruins, but I don't care much for old stuff, even though its meant to be linked to the creation of the world or something like that. Anyway we're now approaching the Drop-Zone. Our orders are to find the group, wipe them out, and TRY to keep the ruins intact...just the same old routine.
The chopper was honing in on the drop-zone, its rotors blowing the trees apart. Even though this was the year 2074 the SAS still used old vehicles. Suddenly the pilot chipped in,
Alpha squad, we're approaching our vector, there's not enough room to land, your gunna have to rope it down there
Will do I said into my comm link. "Alright guys! Listen up! We're gunna have to rope it down there, just the basics. No enemy resistance expected, its gunna be a clean jump, all right boys, lets saddle up! I take it your all know our objectives?"
"Yes sir, find hostile force, and wipe them out"
"And?" I asked
"TRY and keep the ruins in one piece"
"Good, good, this will be easy, remember... pick your targets! Don't go firing a whole clip into a bush!"
Alpha squad, ROLL CALL!
"Redwing standing by, Peters standing by, Wilcox ready for duty, Winger ready to kick some ass!"
All right, jump on my mark...3...2...1...NOW NOW NOW!
"GO, MOVE YOUR BUTTS! JUMP!"
We all grabbed hold of a rope and slid down to the earth below. "Get your vectors," I said in a low voice. "We don't want any surprises" Once we had all landed and checked the area we headed northeast deep into the jungle, where these ruins are expected to be.
After about 10mins trekking through the jungle, we discovered that the enemy was well fortified in the ruins, " Wilcox, how many do you see?"
"Looks like 12 to me sir."
"Ok, go set up a sniper point over in that tree. Winger set that M78 (upgraded version of the M60) over in those shrubs. Peters follow me"
"Sir yes sir" they all reported.
Peters and me walked slowly into the shrubs, covering each other's backs. "Peters, as you're the demolitions man I want you to plant C7 around those pillars."
"But sir, what about the objectives?"
"We can say that they destroyed them, it just makes our job easier."
"Hmmmmmmmmmm... ok sir."
Alpha squad, prepare to go live I said into my comm. on my mark...now
A loud sniper shot could be heard, as one of the terrorist's stomach was ripped open, dropping him to the floor. The M120 started to heat up, charging itself for the attack. Another sniper shot, another dead man. I started to fire my plasma carbine, gunning down 3 men that were running for cover. Suddenly the M120 released its pent up energy, a large plasma beam shot across the ruins, incinerating anyone unlucky enough to get in its way. ALPHA SQUAD! GO! GO! GO!
We started to rush them, charging into the frenzy. How's those C7's coming along Peters?
Nearly done sir...almost...what the...SIR...NEED...HELP...ARRRGGGHHHH!!
Peters...PETERS! PETERS REPORT!
"DAMN IT! ALPHA, IM GUNNA GO HELP PETERS, FINISH THE OBJECTIVES!"
"BUT SIR..."
"BUT NOTHING, I GOT HIM INTO THAT TROUBLE AND IM GUNNA GET HIM OUT OF IT!"
And with that I ran as fast as I could to Peters last location... sure enough, he was dead, but not in the way any human gun could do, his body had changed into a stone form, "Damnit" then I looked at what he was touching. "Huh?" it was a panel of some sort, with the words "only the chosen may connect" so I decided to touch the panel... and that's when it happened, the panel started to glow a bright blue, the light forcing me to put my goggles on. Then my hand started to glow blue, "what the..." the blueness travelled up my arm, across my chest, down the other arm, down to my legs then finally up to my head, the blue seemed to give off a cooling sensation. Making me feel very calm. I knew I should have called out, but something made me not want to. That's when the blue overtook my whole body, suddenly, it gave off a brilliant flash, and I blacked out. My squad mates came running to that spot, saw Peters, and then started to think where I was.
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Victim of the Molbol Virus
Tears leaked from Donna's eyes as she lay in the fetal position in a pile of wet leaves. Her body hurt, her guts felt like they were churning inside of her. She hugged herself tighter and whimpered. She was supposed to be protected from poisons, heck; she was supposed to be protected from practically anything that could be thrown at her.
She had borrowed a holy relic from her school; it was supposed to protect her from all the terrible effects that could befall someone who got a good blast of Malboro pollen. That was what she had come out into the deep, dark, dank, Fenmoore Swamp to study, and quite possibly learn how to duplicate the magical effect,
Donna was a disciple of what was called 'Blue Magic,' learning the magical techniques of monsters; monsters that lived in high magic areas and had natural abilities that stemmed from the unusual amount of elemental energy.
The Blue Mage shuddered, her armor making squelching noises as it shifted around her slime-covered body. It was disgusting, the goop seemed to be oozing out of every pore. Donna could swear she felt it leaking from other places as well; she had trouble swallowing, and her saliva felt thick and heavy. She knew she was drooling the slime as well as sweating it.
There was too much inside her armor and bodysuit to merely be sweat, it had to be dripping from other places as well. Donna didn't even want to think about where it was coming from.
Donna reached up and gripped the sacred ribbon that she had tied her braid with. "Stupid thing." She said, "What good are you?"
Or at least that's what she tried to say, it came out merely as muffled sounds and wet, slurping noises. She tossed the ribbon away; it was useless and hadn't offered the slightest protection against the contagion that ravaged her body. This wasn't anything she'd read in the books on the creatures she'd come to study and learn from.
But then again the Malboro were supposed to be green, not the reddish-purple of the one that had done this to her. It had spit a ball of purple goo at Donna, taken her by surprise. It was stealthier than the run of the mill Malboro. She hadn't seen the creature until it was right behind her. Quite a feat considering its bright color and size compared to the others.
Donna had fled immediately; she wasn't prepared to go one on one with a creature with a mouth big enough to swallow her whole. The thought made her shiver again, this time with a strange pleasure as she thought of the creature that had done this to her. The cramping and pain had begun to fade, leaving a strange heat in her body.
She thought of the Malboro's mouth, how warm it would be, how smooth and delightfully slimy it would be inside. Donna recognized the strangeness of the thought, but was powerless to stop the wave of pleasure that crashed over her as she imagined herself crawling into the beast's maw, curling up on that huge, soft tongue.
It was likely some sort of new mind-affecting pollen that helped the plant-creature hunt, making its prey willing crawl right down its throat. Oddly that thought didn't reward Donna with the physical bliss that the idea of slipping into the creature's mouth did.
The Blue Mage moaned, extending her tongue out of her mouth, one hand going to her groin and the other to her breast. She could caress her sex through the fabric of her bodysuit, but her plated armor made it impossible to tease her breast.
Her body felt electric, alive and wonderfully eager to be touched. She licked her lips and nearly fainted at the sensation. Her lips and tongue both had become infinitely more sensitive. She moved her hand from its futile groping at her breast, placing two fingers in her mouth, sucking on them, licking them, rubbing her tongue with them.
Tears continued to leak from her eyes, though they were now of pleasure rather than pain. She felt a luxurious sensation in her muscles, like a wonderful stretch combined with the greatest massage ever. Her armor began to feel constricting, too tight. Forgetting about her pleasure, Donna fumbled with the straps holding the armored plate on.
Her fingertips felt strange, clumsy, unable to properly grasp the buckles through her gauntlets. She pulled them off and tossed them away, paying no mind to her fingertips' appearance. They were strangely swollen, rounded, and her nails had vanished. The Blue Mage managed to get a few straps undone before discomfort made her stop. It felt unpleasant to put pressure on her fingertips.
A sizzling sound from her chest drew Donna's attention, and she looked downward to find a portion of her armor and her bodysuit melting away. The thick slime that leaked from her mouth seemed to be terribly acidic, but strangely it did no harm to her own flesh.
Donna spit a stream of slime down onto the confining metal, softening it to the consistency of butter and allowing her to gingerly pull it away. She cupped her hands and filled them with slime as well, allowing her to rub it over herself, burning away the rest of her clothing.
The afternoon sun felt so good on her skin; her reddish-purple skin. Donna looked over her body, watching as the beautiful color spread over her flesh. Now that she was freed from her confining clothes, she was no longer leaking slick slime from every pore of her body; her smooth, muscular body.
Now freed from the prison of her clothes, Donna could concentrate on what mattered, the sweet, sweet pleasure her transforming flesh was giving her. She lay back on the slime-matted pile of leaves where not long before she had been curled up in agony. Now that she was free of that cursed ribbon, allowing the absolutely divine effects of the Malboro's free reign to do what it liked, Donna had never felt better.
Her sex and nipples still leaked slime. The Blue Mage's breasts were larger, rounder, heavier, and not just because Donna was growing. While she was increasing in size and build, her breasts were also growing larger in proportion to her body. She began to caress them, teasing her slime-spewing nipples. They were deliciously sensitive, and they throbbed softly, longing for a deeper touch.
Donna slid two fingers into each; they seemed more designed for putting things into, then taking them out of. In a short time the transforming human felt a sucking sensation on her fingers, shortly followed by the sensation of something curling around them. She felt conical teeth gently prick at her fingers. Her nipples had transformed into mouths.
The mage giggled, her tongue lolling out of her original mouth, longer and thicker. It was nearly eighteen inches long, and several inches wide. It was also oh so dexterous and flexible. She pulled her fingers from one nipple-mouth, replacing it with her tongue. The rounded buds on the ends of her fingers opened, revealing red orbs. Eyes. Malboro eyes.
The new Malboro smiled her mouth wider than before. She looked herself over with her new eyes, watching as her old eyes faded, her ears and nose shrinking, merging with her head, giving her a smooth, featureless look.
Her hair began to writhe on its own, the strands merging, turning a more brownish shade of red. They grew, extending outward, becoming dexterous, inquisitive tentacles. Some were tipped with more eyes, some without.
Donna caressed her increasingly plant-like form with her agile and flexible vines, stroking her breasts, her lips, her bare skin. Several tendrils slithered into her sex and rump, making her nipple-mouths squeak softly with pleasured delight. She hugged herself with arms and vines alike.
She no longer had eyes able of producing tears, but they leaked slippery slime, as did every opening her body had. She was so lucky to experience this; so wonderfully lucky to be given a gift by one of the grandest members of her new race. She was so grateful for being allowed to experience the incredible sensation of the change, and to be able to live out her life with such sweet pleasure suffusing so much of it.
The new Malboro got to her feet, her legs popping and shifting. Donna watched them transform from all angles, growing more muscular, her leg shortening below the knee, lengthening between toe and ankle, allowing her to gain a gait more suited to a predatory creature.
She took a few steps to test out her new paws, gasping in delight at the sensitivity of the soft, but tough, pads that adorned the bottoms of her feet. Hard, sharp, thorn-like claws dug into the soil as she began to run, letting the air rush over her bare skin, her tentacles and tendrils billowing in the wind of her passage.
It was difficult to see, but Donna had a sense beyond sight. She could feel the environment around her, able to sense where things were by the air flow, the elemental energies they put off, and the scents in the air. Oh the delicious scents in the air.
She smelled the many flowers, fruits, and leaves of her non-ambulatory plant kin, she could smell the insects in the air, the small, tasty mammals hiding in their burrows and darting in the trees, the soft and delicious birds in the air and in their nests, but most of all what drew her attention was the scent of her creator's pollen in the air.
Donna ran through the forest, tearing through vegetation that stood in her way, leaping over it, clawing through it, tearing it apart with her many vines. Within a few minutes she made her way to the small grove of trees where she had hidden, lying in wait for a Malboro so she could learn their special technique.
The redrange Malboro that had coated her with purple goo was right where Donna had last seen him. He simply stood there, turned towards the exact direction that Donna approached in. He smiled at her as she approached.
Donna clung to his trunk, whimpering softly. She could never do enough to pay her master back for the great gift he had given her. "Thank you." She whispered from her three mouths, able to shape the words, but no longer having the vocal chords to grant her true speech.
He curled a few of his locomotion tentacles around her, stroking her with a few more, returning her affection. The Grand Malboro tugged his new subject away from him, gently repositioning her in front of his mouth.
His tongue, massive and purple, curled around Donna's waist, pulling the former human into the plant-creature's great maw. Donna felt no fear as she was drawn inside, not even as the creature's jaws closed, sealing her in behind many sharp teeth.
It was warm, wet, and wonderfully slimy. As a human Donna would likely have thrown up from the scent of the toxins, bacteria, and rotting things that festered inside the Malboro's mouth, but as one of them Donna found that it only added to her pleasure and comfort.
She hugged her master's tongue, stroking it with her vines, pressing her body against it, licking it with all three tongues. Donna couldn't have been happier. She loosened her grip as her warm, wet resting place filled with a few inches worth of thick, purple goo. She recognized the substance that had transformed her. And now, without the ribbon to halt its effects, it could complete her transformation.
Her body drank it in, slurping it up through three mouths and absorbed through every pore. Donna began to grow again, passing seven feet in height, then eight, then nine, up to an even dozen, which was when her master's mouth began to feel a little cramped. Cramped, but still cozy.
Donna curled up into a ball to make herself a more comfortable burden to carry. The Grand Malboro shifted her around a bit with his tongue, lining her up just right so that he could lap at Donna's sex.
The ex-human moaned softly with pleasure. The thick, tough hide that replaced her thin human skin reddened on her cheeks and breasts in a blush. She felt so honored that her master would pleasure her like this.
All the rubbing, caressing, and fondling of her own body had felt so wonderful, but Donna had yet to bring herself to full climax. She did not dare taint the experience by adding to her own pleasure herself. She would be brought to her first peak of pleasure by the caress of her master alone.
The tongue penetrated her, its slightly textured surface feeling like soft velvet caressing her inner walls and her clitty. Both blossomed with sweet pleasure at the plant-creature's ministrations.
Donna pressed herself hard against the tongue, thrusting and bucking, her pleasure made all the greater for it. She found the pleasure from the little button outside her body quickly outpacing the pleasure from the tunnel hidden within it. She felt the pleasure grow long, fat, and heavy. She felt it bulge and swell until Donna thought she would explode.
And explode she did, her new member erupting for the first time, sending jets of thick, purple slime all over. The Grand Malboro purred happily, his tongue licking Donna clean of seed and her own slime.
The former human felt her master's mouth tighten around her. It was so soft, warm, and ever and ever more tight. Then the creature pursed its huge lips and spit Donna out onto the ground. She blinked her many, red eyes at the sudden reappearance of the light. She had wanted to stay inside her master forever.
She looked around, finding herself in the place where she had fallen, scraps of her armor and bodysuit lay all over. She looked to the Grand Malboro in bafflement, not understanding.
A massive tentacle picked up the shimmering, silver ribbon from the place where it had been discarded into the leaves. With a dexterity and grace that belayed the creature's massive size, the Grand Malboro gently coaxed four of Donna's tentacles away from the rest. Then he delicately tied the ribbon in a bow around their bases.
The creature grinned and patted his pet on the shoulders. He gave her a loving lick and ran a tentacle over the bow. Soon Donna was smiling as well.
"It will not allow any transformative magics to work on me." She whispered, hugging one of her master's thick tentacles, "And because I signed it out, the Academy knows where I am. They will most certainly send somebody to retrieve it."
The Grand Malboro wrapped a tentacle around Donna's plentiful new member, making the erect, throbbing length drip forth a generous amount of thick, viscous, purple slime.
"And we'll be ready for them." Donna whispered, her three mouths grinning widely.
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Hello fellow furs! i though i would do this because i was on yim with my friend and we rped this out so here you go!
18+ age please but there is nothing i can do to stop you so enjoy D
The king walked into the release room of the castle basically a room based around glory holes in the wall; little did he know that his son was on the other side of the wall mainly because he was homosexual yet his father had no idea of this. He sighed as he pulled down the gold trimmed edge of his pants and stuck his cock though the hole waiting for the slave to suck on it but on the other side was his son eager to start... but something caught his eye; that it is a feline cock... there are no feline guards around the castle. He called his overseer over and asked,"Uhm... if I may ask but there are no felines guards on this level..."
The overseer scoffed and said with a smirk,"Hehe... well either its a guard not accounted for... or," he began to giggle then said" or its your father, but what is the chance of that?" He walked off laughing leaving the young prince breathless.
He suddenly heard on the other side of the wall,"You know it's probably isn't going to suck itself." he the proceeded to saying,"Erm... I hate to ask but can you scan your id card?" With a soft sigh the king took his card out and scanned it; within seconds the image popped up on the other side of the king taking the princes breath away as he slowly lowered himself towards the thick piece of meat that made him (sadly his mother died when giving birth to him so he never had any affection to females).
He then gently sucked on the tip of the meat, pulling it out of the musky sheath, as it slowly erected into a massive 12" log of heavenly pleasure. After it became fully erect the prince began to deep throat the thick log letting it slip into the back of his mouth and began to massage and squeeze the heavy low swinging balls. He began to hear loud grunting, moaning, and mutters of pleasure that echoed though the room. He the proceeded to pull off of the cock and began to paw his father off, gently lifting his cock and pressing his nose onto his fathers balls taking in the heavy scent and started to suck on then softly imagining that the things that he was sucking made him which drove his lust even farther. After milking his father for about 5 minutes he felt the thick meat begin to pulse and pressed his lips to the top letting the huge torrent of seed fill his mouth gulping down each load that sprayed at him; this continued on for 5 whole minute before the king pulled off and let a few squirts hit who he though was a slave in the face; then pulled out of the hole, pull his pants up, and walked out sated for the enormous amount of release. His son sat there in total shock of the event that happened. He looked up at the picture of his father on the screen and began to get erect; he knew this was a "sin" but he couldn't help but want to get his brains fucked out of him by his old man. | Kings slutty boy by Wolfembody | [
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*Author's Note
The following chapter is meant for fun, not to be taken overly seriously. I just felt like writing a lot of silly sex including these characters, so I decided to write a whole chapter dedicated to it. For those who read Medusa: Fate's Game for the story, you may want to forgo this optional chapter. For those interested in the sex, hopefully this chapter will provide an arousing read.*
Medusa
Wine! So much wine. Wine everywhere.
The sun had just set, and the only source of light was the twinkling of stars along the plaza floor of their new home, and the flickering fires on the walls of the corner room. Everyone had come to her room corner, and the six of them sat around in a circle. Amphora jars were lined up, everyone had a big cup in hand — except for Chimera of course, immune as he was — and everyone was drinking.
Her especially. They'd only been in their new home a week, but had never taken the time to properly toast their new abode. Permanent, temporary, she didn't know, but it deserved a night full of wine. And she was determined to get at least as drunk as last time, if not far more so.
"How'd you get all this?" Otrera said.
"Well." Gallea hopped up, and started wandering around the room, hooves a little uneven. Already a bit tipsy. "Trade has started up in full, and one of the trade ships had a lot of wine on it. I noticed the two tradesmen eyeing my wife, so we... had some fun." The satyr grabbed a couple jars and started to drag them toward their circle.
Medusa gasped. "You... two strangers? ... two men?"
Pinna nodded, giggled, and raised her cup as Gallea poured her more. No one was holding back tonight, especially not her satyr friends.
"Just last night." Her friend winked at her, and downed her cup before holding it out for more.
Blushing, Medusa took one of the jars, and started to drink it. She was so much bigger than her little satyr friends, she needed a lot to feel the same effects. But felt them she did, and she giggled to mirror Pinna.
"I don't think Darian would appreciate other men fighting for room in the bed," she said.
The man nodded, sipped his wine, and pat her scales. "Probably not. Unless I was very drunk." He blinked down at his cup, then gave Medusa a grin, one of his mischievous grins that made her laugh.
"It's not for everyone," Pinna said, "but Gallea and I have been a social couple for years." The satyr smiled into her cup before sliding a little closer to Otrera. "Having six pairs of hands on you, touching you, opening you up? Three... everything, on you, in you?"
Otrera put out a hand and placed it on the oncoming satyr's face before pushing her away. Pinna fell back onto her butt, and giggled all the more. Such a lovely sound, it made Medusa giggle to hear it. Otrera made more of a chuckling, manly sound, even as she got drunk right along with them.
"I do happen to know what that's like," the Amazon said. "Too much time spent managing limbs to really enjoy it, I find."
Pinna shook her head, and pointed at Gallea. "You let your man take care of ordering who to go where. You're supposed to lay down and let them do all the work, in that scenario!"
Medusa erupted into laughter, and started drinking again. Every time they got together like this, the conversation always came to sex; which she liked. It just meant that every time it turned her into a blushing mess. Not that she was shy about it, not like before, but Pinna and Otrera always managed to paint such lewd imagery that her mind wandered, and she found herself glancing down at her lover a lot.
And the more she drank, the more she kept looking down at him. She remembered the orgies she'd seen in the afterlife, and she had to admit, it looked tantalizing, even if she knew she wouldn't enjoy it as much as Otrera or Pinna.
Otrera was sitting between Chimera's legs by his ankles, and using his shins as barriers to hold up some of the jars. The giant didn't mind. And as typical for the big guy, he just sat there and watched them. But Medusa could see the smile on his face, the little one that never went away. Otrera had it too, and it made Medusa's heart flutter when she looked between the two of them. In love.
"Where's Pegasus?" Medusa said.
Darian laughed and downed his cup. "There's a stable in the city with some mares, and they've all got a thing for him. He's been sleeping in the stable with them, and... well you know."
"Even the horse is having group sex." Otrera pat Chimera on the foot a few times, and took several more gulps of her drink. Everyone was going to be sick tomorrow, but for the first time in a long time, none of them had to worry about tomorrow. Free to get as absolutely drunk as they wanted, and they were taking full advantage. "How about you Chimera?"
"Do you wish to bring the satyrs to our bed once again?"
Medusa's jaw dropped.
"Well," Otrera said, "Pinna and Gallea are pretty cute. I do enjoy it."
Pinna and Gallea looked at each other, then at Otrera, then back at each other. And in sync, both started drinking their cups.
It was enough to have Medusa and Darian laughing, and even the big bad giant chuckled a few times, until his rumblings vibrated the ground.
They stopped laughing when Otrera reached out for the two satyrs, and pulled them toward her. She was much stronger than them of course, so it took little effort for her to plant the two down beside her, Gallea on her right, Pinna on her left, and Chimera's legs outside that. The Amazon winked at Medusa, and draped her arms over the satyr's shoulders.
"You two have been spying on me and Chimera, and Medusa and Darian too, since I've met you. Bad as a couple of horny teenagers. You have only yourselves to blame for the many things I'm going to do to you."
The two satyrs looked a little nervous, now that they had a Fate's Child's arms over them. Otrera could squash them both like bugs if she wanted, and Medusa blinked a little as she watched the dark-skinned warrior grin. But, with nervous smile on display, Gallea picked up Otrera's cup and raised it to the woman's lips.
The Amazon laughed, and drank it down as Gallea tilted it for her.
"And," Otrera said, "I saw Medusa's eyes when we walked past some rather limb-filled sexual marathons in the Asphodel Meadow."
"Otrera!"
"There was one woman on her knees with a man underneath her, another on his knees behind her, and three standing around. Poor girl was doing everything she could to keep five dicks happy. Only reason we could even see her was cause everyone was a bit see-through." Otrera pointed a finger at Medusa, even as she fell forward a bit with her weight catching on the necks of the two satyrs. Tipsy as well! "Some girls just got a nasty side."
"I... I never!" Medusa reached down, picked up her Darian, and hugged him from behind as she set his butt atop her coils. Human shield.
"Come on." The Amazon shrugged, and nodded toward Gallea, who looked more than happy to give her another drink. "Not saying you should try it, Medusa, just saying you got a pretty sexual side that enjoys a show. Not so shy as you seem."
Medusa hid her head behind Darian's.
"When I met her," her lover said after another gulp, "she was the shyest thing, convinced no one could think she was attractive. It took a little persuading to prove I very much was."
Pinna clapped her hands a couple times before grasping them and holding them close. "Oh! Details! Did you seduce her? Did you undress her, did you—"
Darian held up a hand. "Did absolutely nothing that first night. Literally. I held still, and she had her way with me."
Medusa felt her whole torso turn red. A peek over Darian's shoulder showed that the others were smiling at her, and Pinna in particular was glowing.
"You never told me those details, Medusa," Pinna said. "So, Darian just... held still."
"He..." With a deep breath, she grabbed another jar, and started chugging. A few moments later, and a lot of liquor later, she put the now empty jar down, and wiped off her mouth. "He knew I was ssssstill sscared! I'd been alone ssso long, and always with people coming to try and kill me. And after what Poissseidon did, he... he knew what I wanted. Ssso I asked him, and held ssstill for me, let me take things sssslowly."
"And I'm glad he did." Gallea raised his own cup and took another drink. "Cause damn, you've grown into a very confident, sexual woman."
She giggled and put her chin on Darian's shoulder, hands around his chest as she held him to her, his legs dangling from atop her coils. Confident. Sexual. More giggles went through her as she felt the alcohol buzz along her skin and scales, until she felt her tongue get longer in her mouth, and her body grow warm.
"I haven't, haven't I?"
Everyone nodded, even Chimera.
"And I think it's safe to say no one here thinks you're ugly," Otrera said. "Think we've all watched each other fuck on a few occasions now. We're all gorgeous." Her words were starting to slur together a little, and her balance was a little off, arms still draped over the satyrs' shoulders. The world was starting to tilt around her too, the ground suddenly developing a will of its own.
"Gorgeous." She raised her head from Darian's shoulder, and grinned at the Amazon holding the two satyrs hostage. "Gorgeous monsters?"
Chimera rumbled. "Beautiful monsters."
Everyone blinked up at the big guy, before laughter ripped through them all. Even Darian fell apart, right off her coils, spilling his drink and landing on his side on the blankets. It was the first time she'd seen her love laugh so loudly.
Gods bless the power of wine. She was glad Darian didn't kill Dionysus when he had the chance.
She tried to reach down to pick him up, but her hand missed. It even missed the ground, and instead her torso fell onto its shoulder next to him. At least with her snake half being much heavier than her human half, she was able to lift herself back up easily, but crooked, and she couldn't hold still.
Darian smirked at her, and sat up as he watched her. "You're drunk."
"You're drunk!" She threw her arms out with a grand gesture, and pointed one of her hands at Gallea. But she couldn't get her fingers pointed straight at him, and she had to try a few times to line it up. "Gallea's fault. Bringing more wine."
"Hey, blame my horny wife for seducing two strangers. In fact, blame her twice! She's the one that wants to get everyone drunk."
Pinna sat up straight with a jolt. "Gallea!"
"Oh ho, plan exposed." Otrera leaned in close to the woman, her arms still around the two satyrs' necks, and she grinned the most evil grin Medusa had ever seen. "Probably hoping we'll end this night with everyone naked, having sex, all within arm's reach of each other. In fact, I'm betting Pinna's hoping to do more than that."
The Amazon was like a barbarian! Alcohol was proving to be a powerful tool for breaking down barriers for the group, Medusa noticed, but she hadn't expected Otrera to get so friendly so quickly. Gallea and Pinna were blushing bashful in the Amazon's arms, an amazing feat considering the sexual history of the two satyrs.
"Well... I uh..." Pinna squirmed, took another sip of her drink, and then another, and another, and smiled at the warrior holding her. "Ever since you two told me about your trip through the afterlife, and all the sex they were having, I... thought it'd be nice... to encourage Medusa a bit."
"Me!?"
"Yeah you! You're the most seductive woman I've ever known, you just get shy sometimes."
"I'm... not shy like... I usssed to be. You've sssseen me... with Darian."
"Exactly! When you're into it, you turn into a bit of a show off," Pinna said. "Just... looking to see a bit more of that side of you." The two satyrs chuckled and grinned at each other, and then at the Amazon that was holding them. Since when had the three of them gotten so close? Medusa knew the two satyrs were getting a bit bolder with approaching Otrera when she was with Chimera, but she hadn't expected this.
Her friends were doing things without her! She frowned, and straightened herself up a bit before slithering more toward the center of the room, the mountain of blankets, and their circle. She took a fresh amphora jar with her, and started to down the contents while the group watched.
"Medusa," Darian said, "you're going to be sick!"
"I'm ffine." Once the jar was empty, she tossed it aside onto the blankets where it rolled to join the rest of the empty jars. "And they're teasing me!" Again she pointed at the satyrs, but again her fingers refused to go where she wanted them to. The floor was becoming more uneven with every minute.
"They're only teasing you cause they think you're beautiful, and sexy," Darian said.
She giggled at her lover, and combed her snake hair as she smiled at him. "Do they?" Chimera had said beautiful monsters after all, and hearing him use such an elegant word was delightfully poetic.
She never knew what it was like to indulge her ego, not like this, not with other people. Maybe she did when she was human? Forgotten memories and blurs, but in the moment, she kind of liked it. She turned around to face the four others; three little people and the big guy whose legs they sat between. They were all grinning at her, drinking, laughing, and nodding.
And they weren't just happy, but happy with each other. The hard warrior queen continued to hold the two satyrs, arms draped around their necks, and laughed as Gallea gave her more to drink. Pinna downed a couple more drinks, and on more than one occasion took the time to trace some of Chimera's scars along his shin. The one-eyed giant smiled down at the three between his legs, while he leaned back against the wall behind him, shoulders fallen with relaxation. That tiny, content smile of his never wavered.
And Darian was happy too! He got up, walked over to Chimera, swaying left and right with each step as he struggled to stay standing, and sat down on the other side of the giant's shin from Pinna. Not a second later and Pinna raised him a new cup to replace his lost one, full to the rim. And, winking at the handsome little half-deer woman, he took the cup and drank it. Seeing Darian enjoy himself with other people was like warm water over her soul. So perfect, so absolutely perfect to see her lover finally relax enough, and open himself up enough to sit down and laugh with others.
She felt giddy!
"... I can danccce," she said.
Otrera blinked up at her. "Eh? How's that work?"
"I... I ssspent sssssssome time learning." Either her tongue was getting even longer still, or the wine was affecting her speech. Probably her tongue. "I was alone on that island for many years. I got bored!"
Darian's eyes were wide, and he glanced between her and their friends. "... you can dance?"
"I can!" She giggled and hugged herself as she dug up some courage. There were flutters in her stomach, but it didn't last long as the wine flowed through her and washed them away. "Is... is that the sssort of thing... Pinna and Gallea want to sssssee?"
They both nodded with wide eyes and big, bright smiles.
"Ok! Ok," she said. "I'm uh... I think... I may be a bit drunk, but..."
She started to sway. The trick was, without feet, her grounding point was actually quite solid and bendy. If she wanted to lean deep to the left or right, she could and not fall over. If she wanted to roll her belly up and down, it was easy cause her whole spine was in her control. And when she wanted to, she could make her torso and much of her snake length sway from side to side in a slithering pattern, in the air. At first she put her hands over her hair, together and pointed up to make herself look longer, but after a while, she put them on her hips; better for emphasizing the sway of where her human half sat atop her snake half.
Everyone stared at her. At first they were smiling and drinking, but after a minute of her slithering through the air, they stopped. Their jaws dropped, eyes unblinking, and their drinking hands lowered. Darian especially seemed mesmerized as she made the top half of her body wiggle through the air in a slow moving S shape.
She turned around, and continued the dance, except now with her back and scaly backside on display. Nervous enough to want to stop, but she saw their eyes. They were hypnotized! With her back to them, she was free to beam with pride, smiling big, and she put a little extra sway into her hips. Swaying was like breathing to her now, since she slithered everywhere, which was just swaying on the ground. Doing it in the air and putting her human body into it was easy, and kind of fun. But she had no idea how intoxicating it'd be to have people mesmerized by it, with eyes locked onto her, unable to look away! It made her warm body grow hot, made her spine shiver with more than the buzz of alcohol, and her nipples start to harden against her breast wrap.
She turned around again, and gasped. "Otrera!"
"What? What, this is great!" The Amazon stretched her arms high, but not just stretched, also tossed! Tossed her tunic right off so the woman was topless, and once she lowered her arms back down, she reached around Gallea's chest and started undoing the knots of his vest.
Pinna poked her head out a bit to look over at Otrera and her husband, but she giggled when she realized what the Amazon was doing, and took another gulp of wine.
"Your dance is very, very sexy," Pinna said.
That sexy? Medusa looked down at Darian, but the man was just as bad as the others! He was reaching up to the shoulder of his tunic, and started undoing the knot while looking at her. And he had that smile, that best, perfect, beautiful smile that made her snake body quiver and her fingers tingle. Confident, mischievous, and loving.
Even Chimera was looking at her with a bit more intensity than normal! He only had the one eye now, maybe that was why?
Otrera tossed off Gallea's vest, and turned to do the same to Pinna. The blond satyr grinned up at Medusa, finished her wine, and let the Amazon slip the vest off her shoulders. Her tanned skin exposed, Pinna straightened herself up a bit, and her smile only grew as she looked Medusa in the eyes. She had lovely, handful breasts, with nipples of an almost red color. And they were hard too.
Now everyone was topless except her.
She frowned at Otrera and the satyrs, who were clearly manipulating her! And Darian was no help either! Whenever she looked to him for help, he just shrugged and grinned at her, his handsome, lean little body on display, with only his loincloth on.
Well, two could play at that game! ... or, five. Chimera didn't count!
She started slithering in the air once more, the bit of her snake half above the sheets moving left and right while her human half swayed with it. "You know," she said with a half frown, half smile, "mosst friends aren't ssso open with each other! Sssssssssexually!"
The three sitting between Chimera's legs shrugged in unison, and took a sip of wine.
She tried to frown bigger, but it didn't happen. No matter how hard she tried, frown kept changing to smile, especially whenever she looked Darian's way and caught his sly grin. And the warm buzz in her body was only growing. Better to have fun now, while the wine was making her body sing and her head fuzzy.
Her fingers reached up to her neck, and took the knot of her wrap into their tips. Once the knot was undone, she lowered her hands down to her breasts, but let the fabric fold over her hands so the wrap was still pressed to her body. The tying arms dangled in front of her from her wrists, and she took them into her hands so she had a grip on the only piece of cloth keeping her breasts hidden.
She thought they were staring before, now they were like statues with eyes locked on her. A sway to the left, and they leaned with her. A sway to the right, and they leaned with her. Gallea licked his lips, and Pinna raised a hand to her own breasts to lightly cup one, fingers grazing her nipple. Otrera and Darian had started drooling a little. Even Chimera was staring.
With a little spin, she put her back to them, and let the fabric fall. She sucked in a quick breath, and shivered at the thrill running up and down her snake length. The others did too, each of them making a tiny gasp or moan when she exposed her naked back. She raised her hands up, and combed her fingers through her hair, and she quivered when she heard a trio of groans behind her.
"I can see your breasts from behind," Otrera said. "Gods damn that's... really hot."
Medusa looked down at herself. Her breasts, heavy and pulling down with their size, did indeed have that teardrop shape that pulled them to the side as they squished to her ribs. There was no denying she was a very, very busty lady. And of course, she'd been embarrassed about it. But Darian had long since squashed that fear, and a large amount of alcohol opened up a strange delight, something that set her body on fire.
She raised her elbows high while her fingers combed back through her hair. With elbows up and arms out of the way, her breasts dangled more freely, and all it took was a little sway to the side to make them sway with her. She still had her back to the others, but she could feel their gaze eating her up, and hear their groans when her breasts jiggled lightly against the sides of her torso. Darian often delighted in how her breasts 'jiggled', and while she thought it terribly lewd and shameless, the night called for lewd and shameless. A little momentum in her torso, a little dip of her shoulder and hip, and her breasts bounced, just lightly, against her torso. They couldn't see just how swollen her nipples had become, but they could probably hear her breathing turn into quiet pants. She could hear theirs too.
She turned around, forced herself to keep her eyes open, and smiled at the five sitting in front of her. But smile quickly turned to a nervous gulp as her eyes fell down on Otrera. The Amazon had her hands under the loincloth sashes of each satyr, and was showing off some ambidexterity as she worked her hands from underneath. In the silence of the night and their home, the only noises were from the Pinna and Gallea, the small moans they made, and the sound of Otrera's fingers moving around underneath the satyr's clothes.
"You're... so... beautiful," Pinna said, voice broken with the occasional, rather obvious mewl. Despite Otrera's invading hand, it was Medusa Pinna continued to stare at.
Medusa gulped again, and looked at Darian. Her lover's smile had faded, eyes hypnotized, and while still sitting on the blankets, he was leaning back so his weight was on one hand, his other drifting down his abs and to his loincloth.
Even Chimera, again! The beast had a hand out on his leg near Pinna, but he wasn't touching her. Yet. His other hand was on his loincloth, and feeling his erection through the fur.
All five of them, aroused, staring at her.
If it wasn't for the buzz feeling vibrating in her tail and fingers, she'd probably have been too embarrassed to continue. But, everyone was so happy! Happy, horny, staring at her. Otrera and Pinna both motioned with their heads for her to continue, while the three men stared, frozen. She wanted to continue, to be the center of attention for a while, when the attention was so warm, and thrilling. She'd had a lifetime of being the center of attention where everyone hated her or was afraid of her. This was a pleasant change, and she wanted to enjoy it!
Enjoying it got a little more difficult as she tried to keep balance, but swayed a little far and almost stumbled. Snake bodies don't stumble, so she didn't fall over, but the dance got offset a bit, and she giggled as she straightened herself back up. Getting comfortable again, she got a little closer to her friends, and resumed her slithering dance. But this time, she ran her fingertips up and down her breasts, and let the weight of them fight against her fingers so her breasts moved with her hands. She missed every so often, fingers fighting against her as the warmth of arousal mixed with the warmth of wine, but it didn't matter. Everyone was just as drunk as her, probably more drunk than her! Clearly, they drank too much.
Otrera reached down, slid her loincloth off her legs, and tossed it aside with a chuckle. Naked, she was such a beautiful and powerful looking woman, tiny but fit, lean, dark skin and pert breasts. It all fit her long, dark hair so well. "Darian," she said, "remind me to thank you for not killing Dionysus."
Medusa giggled. She'd been thinking the same thing! ... she thought. Maybe? All a haze. Hard to focus when her eyes were stuck to Otrera's legs, her thick thighs, and the lips therein.
Her drifting mind snapped back to the present when Otrera slid back a ways, and put her back against Chimera's loincloth. Still looking at Medusa, Otrera reached behind her for the man's only clothes, and gave it a tug. The giant helped, and with a deep, low, quiet rumble, tossed his loincloth to the side to join hers.
Not content with her current level of lewdness, Otrera reached behind her, twisted to the side just a touch, and pulled the giant's phallus onto her leg. Its weight draped across her thigh, and Otrera visibly shivered as she set a hand down on the thick, veined cock. How she ever managed to enjoy sex with such a massive phallus, Medusa could not fathom. But, as much as the gorgon could only wince when imagining herself penetrated so deeply, it was terribly arousing to see it happen to Otrera.
"Um... Otrera?" Darian said.
"Yeah Darian?" The queen grinned at him, spread her legs, and motioned for the two satyrs to come join her. They did, each of them chuckling and blushing, and once they were sitting between her legs, Pinna a little closer to the humongous phallus on the Amazon's leg, they both removed their sashes dangling from their waists.
Darian raised a brow at her, but Otrera smirked, and nodded toward Medusa.
"Don't stop," she said.
Don't stop. Easy for her to say! Through the haze and warmth and fuzzies and buzz and ground that refused to hold still, Medusa watched Otrera bathe in sexuality. Medusa thought her own display had been licentious, but Otrera defeated in her seconds as she reached down to Gallea, and took his member into her hand. While the two satyrs looked liked deer below the hip, their bodies had the same transformation line as Medusa's, human above the iliac furrow. Which meant Otrera was stroking a very human, hard looking cock in her one hand, while the giant's massive, more malleable cock lay across her leg like a heavy... snake.
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length. She looked back at Medusa too, and her whole body was blushing hard as she beamed at the gorgon.
Medusa looked at Darian, but that was a mistake too! When her eyes caught his, his demon grin returned, and he took off his loincloth too. He didn't join the others, but he was only sitting two feet away from the mess of legs and touching hands of the other four. And as he smiled at her, he moved one of his legs out to the side, took his shaft in his hands, and started to very, very slowly tease his length with his fingertips.
What had turned into a fun, sexy dance, was becoming much more, very quickly. At least Otrera respected her boundaries and didn't touch Darian! She wasn't sure yet if she wanted to share him, or him her. But that didn't mean everyone getting naked, touching each other, and themselves, wasn't sending waves of warmth through her that had her whole body, from snake hair to tail tip, shivering.
She resumed her dance. All eyes were back on her in moments, and she let out a quiet, long moan as her fingers slid down her breasts. It didn't just feel good anymore, it felt sexual. It felt like sparks that spread out from her swollen areola, into her chest, where the tiny jolts of bliss worked down through her. Just small at first, just tiny things, but they were there. Every time her fingers touched her nipples, caressed along the engorged, pink flesh that stood out from her pale skin, the little sparks grew.
It looked like a dance, but she was slowly masturbating with her breasts.
And they knew it too. And she knew they knew! And they knew she knew they knew! Blushing until she thought her skin would catch fire, she lowered her hands to catch a breath. She cupped the weight of her heavy breasts in her palms, let the softness of them spill over her fingers, and bounce lightly as they fell over her wrists. But before long, she had her hands on her nipples again, and she filled her palms with her swollen areola. Gently, softly, she eased her hands up and down, and slid them off her nipples to leave her fingertips on her areola again, circling them, massaging them.
Her voice was coming out as pants and moans now, and nothing but. The others were still touching themselves and each other, but everyone was quiet, everyone but her. And maybe Chimera and his occasional, deep, quiet, vibrating rumbles. Otrera taught her to call them purrs, and it was perfect. Pinna had grown a little more bold, and she held his massive length in the palm of her hand now, while her other was playing with her wet sex, her furry legs spread open. And while Otrera still had a hand on Gallea, Gallea had a hand on her, his fingers teasing the warrior's clitoris in much the same way Medusa was teasing her breasts. Such shamelessness.
But, she was the only one not naked. With another gulp, she slid a hand down to her waist wrap, and started to undo the knot that held it tight to her scaled hips. She took it in both hands, and made a little dance of it, swaying left and right as she started to slide the fabric in the same direction of her slithering. And the fabric grew wetter with each dip of her hip.
The fabric fell, exposed her wet, pink, hairless lips above the scales of her snake half, and left her naked.
In all the weeks she'd been around her friends, only Darian had ever seen her so open like this. Their love making had never put her on such an exposed stage before, with her pussy bare without cloth or Darian or herself covering it. Apparently it was a powerful sight, and the two satyrs groaned. Otrera too, though hers sounded a little more like a growl.
Darian mirrored the satyrs' sound, and as he leaned back to brace his weight on one hand, he started to masturbate more fully. Up and down, his eased a gentle grip the whole of his cock while he watched her. He did glance the others' way a couple times, when they made a sound or shifted positions, but his eyes always came back to her, and lingered upon her eyes, her breasts, her tail, everything.
She slithered a little closer. Only maybe six feet separated her from her friends, and from so close, she could see the details of everything. Darian's grip on his cock, and how it was more of a caress than grip. Otrera's grip on Gallea's, and how her grip was a little tighter. Medusa could see how Pinna was getting a little braver with Chimera's phallus, squeezing its insane girth with curious fingers. Gallea was starting a squirm a little, as Otrera's blatant desire to encourage the whole situation was also leading to her rather excited treatment of the satyr's member.
And Chimera remained still through it all. A feat of sexuality between his legs, and he watched, though like Darian, his gaze fell to Medusa mostly. And when she met his gaze, he nodded and mouthed 'continue'.
She did. As everyone's eyes fell onto her again, she started to slither in the air, side to side in a shifting wave shape. Like a slow, flickering fire. And as she did, she caressed her aching nipples until the sparks were powerful enough to make her shiver, and the heat flowed outward through her breast and into her chest. Her moans grew louder, and her dancing suffered for it, but she pushed through the rising pleasure of massaging herself, and continued to sway for her audience.
But it all stopped as she came. She released her nipples, and hugged under her breasts as the waves of pleasure hit her chest, sharp and explosive. Staying upright was challenge enough, let alone continuing the dance, but she managed it, and even managed to crack open her eyes to see Darian's expression as she trembled. The mewls turned into whimpering squeaks, and she let the convulsions of pleasure spasms work through her body until the sharp orgasm passed. Her nipples were so swollen they looked ready to burst, and as she glanced down, she thought the rest of her might too. Her sex was dripping.
Everyone had watched her climax! She squirmed under their hungry eyes as they looked her up and down, and shivered. Embarrassed was not a strong enough word for what she felt, but as she continued to hug herself, and let the orgasm aftershocks work through her to the tip of her tail, she found herself smiling.
"That's... so... gods," Gallea said.
"I know, right?" Pinna giggled and gave her husband a light kick in the hoof with her own. "She's soaked, and just from her breasts! Arg, it's so... Aphrodite must be jealous."
Chimera rumbled, and shifted positions. Still with his back to the wall, he lay on his side, facing them. He was a huge guy after all, and getting his legs out of the way made a lot more room for them on the blankets. Still facing them, it meant Otrera got to sit back against his abs, while Pinna sat back against his thighs. The she-satyr took the giant's cock into both her hands and laid it across her lap to continue stroking it, while Gallea snuggled back beside Otrera. That is, until Otrera took the satyr by the horns, and guided him down between her legs. Poor Gallea got down onto his stomach, and set his lips on Otrera's pussy, drawing a long moan from the warrior as she let her head tilt back and rest on Chimera's abs.
"Darian, if you don't fuck her right now, I'm going to do it for you." Otrera snapped her fingers a few times and pointed Darian down at the empty space a couple feet in front of them that Chimera made by moving positions.
The warrior eeped — fake, but still cute! — and lay down where Otrera pointed, just a couple feet in front of her and the others. He smirked at his fellow Fate's Child, before looking over at Medusa, and held out a hand for her.
Of course, her lover laid himself out lengthwise from the others. Everything would be visible for the audience. And she found herself giddy with excitement! She lowered her torso down onto the blankets, and crawled forward, breasts dangling beneath her and swaying as she slithered toward him, big grin on her face.
"Medusa, gods that's... you're..." Pinna stared at her, apparently forgetting about the huge thing she had in her hands. "You look like a snake ready to eat him." Medusa frowned. A snake? An actual snake? But Pinna giggled and shook her head. "In really... really... hot way."
"Yeah, it's—hey! That's... really... damn... good." Otrera started to quiver, and her eyes had trouble staying open as she set a hand down on Gallea's head between her thighs, the other to the blankets.
Pinna snickered. "He's good isn't he? I taught him well."
Gallea tried to lift his head, about to say something, but Otrera pushed him back down.
"Less talk, more licking," the Amazon said before looking to Pinna. "You too."
Pinna eeped — not so fake — and stared down at the giant cock filling her hands.
Oh. Medusa saw how it was. Otrera was commandeering the two satyrs to be her sex slaves, for her and Chimera, while she and Darian were to be entertainment. So shallow! So vain! So utterly vile! So... lecherous... and... carnal... and...
Medusa groaned as she oriented herself over her love. Her perfect, beautiful, handsome love, who she wanted inside her, now, before she literally ate him. He'd already reached out his hands to caress her arms and sides, content to be passive and lay there. Which she wanted. Not always! But often, she liked being in control, and she liked that he liked letting her.
And she liked that people wanted to watch.
She grinned down at her Darian, took his shaft in her hand, and pointed it up at her sex. Dripping wet and aching to be filled, she needed little more than to place the tip of his cock against her clenching entrance, before she eased herself down onto him. The delightful, rapturous feeling of his hard girth opening her, spreading her gripping insides, and dragging along her g-spot as she eased him in. It all made her body tremble, her fingers grip the blankets around her lover, and her pussy squeeze on his cock in delight.
"Daaamn." Otrera, shivering a little herself, stuck one of her legs out to set her foot rested on the blankets only half a foot from Darian's shoulder.
The gorgon grinned at Otrera, and moaned as she sank herself fully onto her lover. Drenched, soaked, trembling, she let her weight push her hips down onto Darian, so her snake length lay between his legs. With her love inside her to the hilt, she sighed a blissful sigh, and nudged herself forward a little to graze her clitoris against him.
Medusa blinked at herself, and raised a hand to touch her lips. Wine was turning her into as vile and rude a woman as the Amazon! But, as Medusa looked at the naked queen who was corrupting her, she found her eyes stuck on the sight.
Otrera, legs spread, one knee bent and close to her so she could rest her elbow on it. Gallea on his belly in front of her, devouring and suckling on her pussy. The two women were sitting up against the rumbling giant like he was a wall, Otrera against his stomach, and Pinna against his legs. And poor Pinna was stuck between looking at Medusa, and trying to figure out what to do with the huge thing in her hands. But the satyr was sitting with one knee up and one leg down, and it was clear to see she was dripping wet as well.
Medusa couldn't look away. As much as she wanted to look down at her love, the ridiculous sexual buffet before her was too much to look away from. Otrera smiled at her, and relaxed against Chimera's stomach. Her breathing was turning into moans and mewls too, but with a practiced and confident tone that had Medusa eating her up with her eyes. Otrera looked a lot like Darian physically, lean but muscular, with defined muscles and a strong body, but small frame. While her skin was dark and covered in scars, the difference did little to change how beautiful, and commanding the queen looked with a man suckling her clit, and a giant at her back.
But, while Medusa couldn't look away from Otrera, Otrera stared right back at her.
"Hey... keep dancing? Please?" Otrera said. "Cause it was really, really amazing."
Pinna nodded. "Please! It... gods."
Medusa felt her skin burn and glow. They liked her dancing. They liked her touching herself and slithering and swaying. And Darian beneath her slipped his hands underneath his head, and waited, no doubt hoping she'd dance while upon him. The rascal.
"Please do," he said.
So he was going to join the others in their shamelessness! She grinned down at him, ran the small claw of one of her fingers down his lips and chest, before she planted both hands to the blankets again, and started to dance.
Dance wasn't really the word. She did start to sway again, to dip her hips side to side, and twist her body in a slithering S shape. But it wasn't dancing anymore, it was sex. Every motion made her insides clamp down on Darian's length, made her gripping cunt leak her juices onto him, and made her body quiver as she felt the rigid girth move against her. She slowed down though, found a better, gentler rhythm that allowed her to indulge, keep it going, and make Darian groan.
Pinna started to move in the corner of her eye, and Medusa looked her way to watch. Even with the giant's cock in her hands, Pinna had turned herself so she could keep watching her too, her back to Chimera's legs. The little satyr woman lifted his shaft up from her lap, and brought its ripe, swollen tip to her lips. She blinked at the veined, heavy thing filling her palms, but after a quick glance at Otrera, she put her lips upon the giant's cock again, and kissed.
It was Pinna's turn to have eyes on her as she started to caress and massage the beast. With Chimera on his side and Pinna sitting on floor, leaning back against his legs, it meant his phallus was at chest level with her; gods he was huge. So Pinna didn't have to lift it very far to bring it to her lips, and start to kiss it. And when she did, the beast rumbled, earning a squeak from the satyr, before she resumed.
Medusa had never felt such a thing! So close to Chimera and his purrs, she could actually feel the floor underneath them vibrate when he rumbled his deeper sounds. His pleasure sounds. She looked to him, and found the one-eyed giant watching the five of them with patience and intrigue. And his purrs only grew more powerful, deep and low to the earth where it shook the plaza floor, as the tiny horned creature holding his cock kissed and licked the engorged tip. Her small hands did their best to hold its veined girth, but Medusa could see Pinna struggled to find a way to both hold and stroke it.
"Not as easy as you'd think," Otrera said, chuckling. But she sucked in a sharp gasp, and let out a purr of her own as she glanced back down at Gallea between her thighs.
"It feels delightful," Chimera said. "And... I am enjoying... Medusa's dance."
Pinna lowered his shaft a little, and grinned at Medusa. A small strand of saliva connected her lips to his glans, and she separated it by rubbing his cock against her breasts, circling his cock's head around her swollen nipple before raising it back to her mouth. Fondling and massaging the huge thing was taking the satyr's concentration, but she still looked Medusa's way, and waited with excited eyes.
Medusa lowered herself, and slowly let the weight of her breasts overwhelm Darian's chest and shoulders. His eyes rolled up and a few breaths came out as quiet moans, but he kept his hands behind his head. She was free to drift forward, and nudge her breasts over his chin. Taller than him, she only had to lean forward a little to bring her breasts over his face, and then lean toward Otrera to guide one breast onto his lips.
He opened his mouth, and suckled.
She mewled, and squeezed the blankets tighter. Leaning toward Otrera as she was, everyone got to see her face as her eyes melted in bliss. The pleasure sparks were powerful, more than her fingers could provide. The sensation of warmth, wetness, tongue and lips caressing and massaging her areola, of suction drawing her nipple into a bath of moist, massaging heat, was euphoric. Her quivers turned into trembles, and she struggled to keep herself from collapsing onto Darian as he coddled her nipple in his kiss. Her other breast, closer to the audience, hung underneath her, free to lightly bounce with her shuddering body.
"Your nipples must be so damn sensitive," Otrera said. "You—"
Darian thrust upward. Medusa squeaked, and sat up with a jolt, freeing her breast from her love's lips. But Darian had his hands on her hips, and with his feet planted, he was free to start thrusting up into her, hard.
She lasted twenty seconds before she came. Sitting up straight and holding onto Darian's wrists, she started to cum, and not a quick one like from her breasts. A deep one, one that filled her pelvis and spread outward like a flood, waves of pleasure coursing up and down her body into her fingers and head, and into the tip of her tail. And between the waves of clenching muscles, she felt her pussy gush over Darian, soaking him. But it didn't deter him, and he continued to thrust into her, earning gasping squeaks from her as she held on, breasts bouncing with the force of each impact, lungs robbed of air and barely able to whimper. She did manage a peek at the others, and they were all staring at her with wide eyes. But worse was the sound, the audible slap of soaking wet flesh as she squirted on Darian, each clench of her convulsing muscles making her body writhe before she drenched him.
Too much. She collapsed, breasts to his chest, head against the blankets beside his. At last he relented, her exhaustion the only thing stopping him. Pleasure still poured through her insides, made her skin tingle and her sex twitch and spasm randomly. Orgasm aftershocks refused to let her settle, and she quivered upon her love as she fought to get breath back.
Her head was turned to face the others though, and once she managed to get her eyes open again, she smiled. Otrera had a hand on Gallea's head, her eyes locked on Medusa, and her breath was coming out in pants too. She was cumming, and staring at Medusa as she did. Her nipples looked ready to jump off her breasts, and her stomach of chiseled abs clenched in rolling waves as the woman's groans picked up where Medusa's whimpers faded.
"I was... going to say," Otrera said, "that... you should... let Darian... fuck your breasts. I want to see that from... up close." The Amazon fought to get air back into her lungs too, and she raised Gallea's head from between her legs by the horns. "Pinna's a lucky lady."
Medusa smiled all the brighter as Gallea winked at the Amazon. But Otrera's words managed to sink in a moment later. Fuck her breasts? In front of everyone?
"... ok."
Darian
At any moment, he expected Medusa to think Otrera was pushing things too far. At any moment, he expected the wine to wear off and for the gorgon to call it quits. To stay stop. He'd have been fine with stopping, whatever Medusa wanted.
But it didn't happen. In fact, Medusa seemed to be enjoying herself in a way he hadn't imagined. And as she lay atop him, still quivering from climax, he smiled into her hair and kissed the little snakes that nuzzled him. Medusa was enjoying being the center of all the attention.
It was a feeling Bellerophontes knew well back in the day, a feeling he loved too. It'd been a while since he'd indulged in it, but to watch his love enjoy it among friends was a sight to behold. One he was happy to encourage.
He helped roll her over. She did nothing to resist him, even as he rolled her toward the others and onto her back. Now she was only a foot away from them, a single foot from their panting and moaning and quivering. It only made her smile.
He eased himself out of her pussy. So warm and wet, and now absolutely drenched, her liquids trickled down his thighs and from his testicles. He was already close to his own orgasm. Another minute of sex and he'd have filled Medusa to overflowing, but Otrera's request had been intriguing.
So, he straddled Medusa's stomach, and slid up a little closer until her breasts nudged against his thighs. The gorgon looked exhausted, and she stared up at him from the blankets with a blissful, drunk smile. Her breathing still came out in little pants and mewls, and he doubted she'd be able to help him much.
Gallea walked around them to go sit with his wife, and he was quick to start feeling up the naked satyr. Poor guy had probably been close to cumming for a while, after Otrera'd been playing with him. Pinna continued to suckle and stroke the giant's member, occasionally earning a rumble from him. And when Gallea got behind Pinna, started to feel her, touch her, kiss her, his wife's kisses upon the giant didn't stop. It was a rhythm they knew well, apparently.
Otrera was right next to Darian, inches away. Literal inches. He could feel her panting breath on his shoulder, and the gaze of her eyes as she looked Medusa up and down, and then him.
"Never really thought of you in a sexual way, Darian," she said, "... until now." She gulped, and gestured to him, to his cock standing hard from his body and dripping Medusa's juices onto her sternum, to his naked body and sweating skin, to his smile. Best smile in the world, after all.
"Honestly? Likewise." He smirked at her, but the smirk faded, and his eyes wandered over naked body, the way her spread legs showed off the dark tints of her skin, the dripping wetness of her pussy, the hardness of her nipples on her pert breasts. And her ass. Damn that warrior woman had an ass.
Medusa reached up and found his chest with wavering hands and trembling fingers. "Hey now," she said, "you're mine."
He smiled back down at the curvaceous, exhausted beauty beneath him, took her hands, and set them on her own breasts. It was a position they'd done before; they knew what to do. Medusa smiled back, cupped the outside edge of her breasts where their weight pulled them down over her ribs, and pushed them together to create a mountainous bed of cleavage in front of him. He leaned forward a little so his shaft aimed horizontal over her belly, and with a single finger on his cock to keep it that way, he slid it in.
The soft bed of her breasts greeted him, and he melted onto her. He leaned forward even more, set his hands against the blankets, and let out a long, quiet moan as her breasts buried his shaft.
"Shit," Otrera said. "Just... damn." The Amazon adjusted her position a bit so she was on her knees beside Darian, looking down at Medusa and how his length was completely hidden in her cleavage. "How... how does that feel?"
"So soft," he said. "Completely different than her insides. It's... delicate, and gentle, and..." And it looks amazing. Half the joy of it was watching his cock disappear into the nest of cleavage, how her huge breasts hid his shaft, how her hands sank into them as she pressed them together. The exhausted gorgon smiled up at him with her wavering breath while he eased his cock back and forth along her sternum, until her breasts were snug to his thighs.
Otrera got even closer. Darian stopped for a moment to blink at her, but Otrera didn't look his way, eyes locked on the curvaceous creature underneath him. Even when her leg was pressed to his, and her shoulder touched his, it was Medusa Otrera was looking at. She learned forward like Darian was, but after a while, reached over to take his closer arm and place it on her back.
"You're blocking the view! I wanna see."
Darian chuckled. But, much as he tried to seem confident, he had his hand on the back of a very dangerous woman, while he was gently fucking the breasts of his love, with only inches between them. The amount of things that could go wrong if he said or did a single thing wrong.
Medusa giggled and looked up at the nude Amazon next to him. The gorgon was definitely drunk, and getting drunker still. Probably took time for her snake body to get through all that wine.
"You sssstared at me a lot, that night in the bassement," Medusa said.
"Yeah, couldn't help myself. You two make a great couple. And... you really have an amazing rack."
Medusa erupted into a full onset of laughter. "You and Darian, you're sssso clossse now."
"I guess we reconciled a bit, yeah." Otrera smirked at Darian, a touch of cocky, a touch of silly, a touch of drunk, and a touch of sincere.
Medusa, a giggling mess and giggling still, reached out with her free hand and placed it upon Otrera's nearby leg. "You're... you, umm... you... want to join usssssssss? But only if Darian agrees!"
Darian gulped. A beautiful, albeit scary warrior of raven hair and a queenly smile was grinning at him while she waited for his response. His hand was on her naked back, his other hand to the blankets to support him as he slid his cock along his love's breasts. Breast, now that she'd let one fall so she could invite Otrera to partake with exploring fingers. Very exploring. Medusa's fingertips slid back and forth along Otrera's leg, feeling her hard quad muscles and teasing them.
"What about Chimera?" he said.
The three looked over at the beast, but Chimera dismissed them with a small wave of his hand. He was watching Pinna struggle to manage his length, to deal with its girth filling her hands while she tried to continue kissing and licking it, and sometimes rubbing it along her breasts. And Gallea was taking a strange joy in making it difficult for her, his hands on his wife's hips, the two of them on their knees, his cock easing in and out of her from behind in slow, deep strokes.
"He looks good to me," Otrera said. She smiled at him, but he could see a moment's doubt there, a touch of worry on her queenly face. It only made her more attractive.
"I'd love for her to join ussss," Medusa said to Darian, putting on a brave face. But more than that too, Darian could see. A little temptation, a little seductress in her too.
The queen grinned like a chipmunk, and lay down beside Medusa. She wasted no time, and nudged herself in until she was on her side, with her chest against Medusa's arm. A little wriggling later, she got Medusa's arm behind her neck, so her chest was against Medusa's side instead, and the gorgon's heavy breast rested against Otrera's. The only thing separating Otrera and Medusa was Darian's leg by their waist and hips, and that didn't stop Otrera much, content to press her naked body against it.
"Like a pillow," the queen said as she snuggled into Medusa's chest, and raised a hand to hold the gorgon's breast by the underside. "Gods damn it Medusa, that is... so... heavy, and... soft." With Medusa's arm trapped under Otrera's neck, the serpent's nearer breast was undefended, and Otrera had free reign to lean down toward it, and nudge her nose it the softness that awaited her. Her hand underneath cupped the weight of the breast, squeezed, massaged, and jiggled it a little with playful fingers.
Darian had done all those things the first time he'd touch them. Bah, who was he kidding. He did that every time he touched them.
Medusa's blush returned. It was the first time someone had touched her in ages other than Darian, and he could see her struggling to deal with the new stimulation. But the serpent was far too drunk to get shy or self conscious, and once she realized two people were playing with her, she started to mewl.
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e pushed the breast in toward Medusa's sternum. "Go ahead."
Darian groaned down at the sight below him, of Medusa holding one of her enormous breasts onto her chest, and Otrera holding the other. Medusa looked trapped between sleeping drunk and deliriously horny, while Otrera was grinning up at Darian from below like a demon. The queen's eyes drifted up and down his body before she licked her lips, and winked at him.
Scary, but very hot. And with Medusa at the center of it, he couldn't help but continue to slide his wet, aching cock back into the underside of her cleavage once more.
He wasn't going to last much longer. After the strip tease, touching himself, the short-lived sex, and having fucked her breasts moments before, it all started to culminate. His glans was so swollen, each graze of Medusa's soft skin along it sent sparks of pleasure down his length. His precum dripped from him, lubricated the already wet skin, and let him ease his hips forward a little faster.
But it was the pair of eyes gazing up at him that pushed him over. It was one thing to have Medusa's snake eyes smiling up at him, but to have Otrera's as well, the villainous little she-devil, was too much. He leaned down further, hands gripping the blankets over Medusa's hair, and he thrust hard enough to make her breasts bounce against him. Each stroke sent a twitch of pleasure down his cock, forcing his muscles to squeeze and fight against the pouring bliss of warmth building between his legs.
Cum gushed through his length, and his thrusting slowed to a gentle, loving pace as the first squirt of the hot fluid poured out of him. The sweet bliss of climax, of the tingling heat of his semen spilling from his cock earned a low moan from him. But better was how the second gentle thrust earned another, this time his cock coated with his own cum. He struggled to keep his eyes open, to see what was happening, but each slow thrust sent a powerful jolt of pleasure down his length as his engorged glans buried itself in the tight cleavage of Medusa's breasts, and the pool of his cum within.
"Gods," Otrera said.
"Oh, ssso... warm."
He finally managed to open his eyes, and he groaned at the sight. While Medusa was looking up at him, Otrera stared at the flowing white in the gorgon's cleavage, trickling out from the bed of softness, up onto her sternum, and out along her collar. Another forward motion, deep into her breasts, just enough to poke the head of his cock out from her cleavage and expose the cum-soaked flesh, earned yet another wave of his cum. It came out slow, dripping out of him in thick drops and onto his love's chest, before he pulled back a bit and enjoyed the softness of her soaked breasts enveloping every inch of his twitching length.
Finally done, he pulled out, and straightened his back to sit up straight. His cock stood out at an upward angle, dripping of white cum.
Medusa and Otrera slowly let go of her breasts, unveiling the bed of white he'd created that soaked her flesh from underneath her breasts all the way up to her collar. Otrera stared at it, her mouth parted slightly, and her eyes almost rolling upward the longer she looked.
"That," she said, "was very, very hot. I... fuck it."
The Amazon queen twisted a bit to face Medusa even more, now completely on her side. With her free hand, she reached out, scooped up Medusa's further breasts, and started to massage it. She spread Darian's cum, kneading the white liquid into Medusa's breast with finger and palm. Medusa's other breast fell quickly under the assault of the queen's lips, her puffy areola disappearing into the queen's mouth as she devoured her.
Darian stared, unable to tear his eyes away. Medusa blinked up at him in surprise, before her eyes closed and her free hand raised to touch her lips.
"Otrera! I... nn... nng!"
Darian did nothing. Nothing to do, but watch the deadly warrior bury her face into his lover's breast, and suckle. Her tongue reached out from between her lips, circled the gorgon's areola, before Otrera again pulled the whole nipple into her mouth. Her other hand seemed intent on spreading Darian's cum around. It fell into the valley of Medusa's breasts, filling the space between her fingers in white, before it spread the waves onto Medusa's other breast, under it, around it, and onto her swollen nipple, before Otrera started to massage the pink, engorged skin with her fingertips.
Medusa managed one quick, shy, shocked peek at Darian, before her eyes closed again. Someone else was going to make her cum. And it was beautiful.
Her whines turned into squeaks and whimpers as Medusa started to tremble. Otrera ceased devouring her, or at least not as ravenously, and her massaging hand eased up on Medusa's nipple. Instead, it fell to the underside of her breasts, and continued to rub Darian's cum into her skin with teasing fingertips. Whenever the size of Medusa's breast overflowed Otrera's hand, the Amazon slid her fingers underneath it into the crevice of flesh, along outside it, and back upon it to circle the mound with white, all while Medusa came with her other nipple in Otrera's mouth.
After a while, Otrera raised her head, and grinned at the panting gorgon. "I knew another girl who could cum with her tits once. But she looked nothing like you." Again, Otrera leaned in, and planted a few more kisses along Medusa's nearest breast as the gorgon finally started to open her eyes.
Darian started breathing again. Didn't know when he stopped. "I um... I..."
"Still hard?" Otrera said.
Darian looked down, half at his member, half at the glorious display. Still very much hard, and after that, it wasn't going away any time soon.
"Good." Otrera winked at him, and got back to her knees. She crawled behind Medusa, slipped her hands under the limp gorgon's shoulders, and lifted her a bit while she got underneath her.
A second later, Medusa was leaning back against Otrera's stomach, her head between Otrera's breasts. The Amazon's legs were spread out so she was sitting on her ass, giving Darian the room to remain straddled on Medusa's stomach, even as Medusa was raised up a bit on an angle with her back along Otrera's abdomen.
Medusa did look very exhausted, drunk, happy, but tired. Her arms dangled over Otrera's legs, and she tried to smile up at Darian or the Amazon, but it seemed to take too much effort, and she let her head fall back against Otrera's sternum.
"Snake hair. Feels weird, doesn't it?" Otrera said, smiling at Darian. "Kinda tickles."
"They do."
Otrera chuckled, and looked down the exhausted woman's body. "Kinda wanted to do this ever since I saw you two fuck, that first night we got drunk."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, just... seeing her enjoy it so much? And not just enjoy giving you pleasure, but also receiving it like this? So. Fucking. Hot." Otrera reached down, and cupped the outside edges of Medusa's heavy breasts. "Man you really soaked her."
"You know, Chimera's going to get jealous at some point," he said. But a grin marked the tease.
"Hey, I'll treat him later. Tomorrow, him and I are going to pin Pinna down, and see how much of his cock we can fit inside her."
"What!?" the satyr said.
Darian looked over his shoulder at Pinna. She was only three or four feet away, but he'd forgotten about them. She was on her back, Gallea fucking her on his knees with one of her legs draped over his shoulder. And Pinna had laid herself out so Chimera's heavy cock fell onto her face, where she continued to stroke and kiss it from underneath, her head on the blankets. Or at least it was on the blankets, until Otrera said scared her.
Otrera smirked and dismissed the satyr with a wave before looking back to Darian and Medusa. Darian knew she wasn't lying. The woman was scary.
Scary, and gorgeous. The whole situation was changing his view of her, very quickly. And her him, he could see, as she stared him up and down, gaze lingering on his chest, his abdomen, and his twitching cock still standing upright and demanding attention.
"So, um... get in here," she said.
Darian nodded, and slid forward a little. With Medusa leaning back against Otrera, Darian found a perfect spot to straddle the gorgon, weight on his knees, butt touching her stomach, and his cock resting against the valley of her breasts. His testicles nudged along his cum that trickled underneath her sternum, and his length fell between her breasts with his glans several inches below her collar, her cum-soaked pillows against his thighs.
It all came together when Otrera pressed Medusa's breasts together.
The queen grinned at Darian, and started to massage the gorgon's breasts. Medusa didn't fight it, she just lay there against Otrera's stomach, and mewled as the warrior's hands caressed her heavy bust while also pressing them together to squish them against Darian's cock. His cum had already covered one of her breasts thanks to Otrera, but the Amazon took the time to spread his seed around the other, before pressing her breasts together again.
"You know Darian, I don't think I ever thanked you properly," she said.
"... you want to talk about that now?" He blinked at the smiling devil, and then down at the beauty of what she was doing. Medusa's eyes were half open, and she smiled up at Darian as she relaxed more against Otrera's chest, her exhausted body only capable of moans and mewls anymore. They turned to whines and squeaks when Otrera took Medusa's nipples into her hands, and started to knead them directly.
"Spared my life, gave me a purpose, helped me find... a lot of stuff." The queen smirked at him, and again pushed Medusa's breasts together, burying his cock in the wet warmth of her cleavage.
"Sure you're not... looking for an excuse... to fondle my lover?" His voice cracked as he struggled to keep focus on what was happening to him, on the sight of the queen's dark fingers against Medusa's pale skin, with his cum collecting in between Otrera's fingers while she massaged the white fluid into the gorgon's bust.
"You really mind?" she said. Before he could say anything, she cupped the underside of Medusa's breasts, and pressed them together a little stronger, enough so Darian shivered a little at how her breasts squeezed around his swollen glans. The touch of cum-soaked skin against the sensitive flesh sent jolts of pleasure through him, made his inner muscles flex, and his hips nudge forward into the tight bed of cleavage Otrera was making for him.
He looked to Medusa, but she was off in lala land, quiet moans and half-closed eyes. Her hands found his back, and she ran her fingertips up and down his spine as he gently fucked her breasts.
"She really gets off on this doesn't she?" Otrera said. "Just having you obsess and fondle and massage and coddle her tits all day."
Medusa giggled some more, drunk as ever. "Darian knows! He... he likesss them."
"Everyone likes them." Otrera rolled her eyes, and let Medusa's breasts fall back to the sides of her ribs with their weight. She cupped them, slid her fingers along their contours, their undersides where they overflowed her palms, before she pushed them back together again. With a bit more grip, her fingers sinking into the huge pillows, she moved Medusa's breasts up and down in an opposite motion to Darian. No longer just playing with Medusa's body, the Amazon was actively trying to pleasure him, using her breasts.
He thought he'd last longer, having cum only minutes before, but Otrera knew what she was doing. She laughed too, and pressed Medusa's breasts in toward his thighs when he eased his hips forward, so her cum-soaked pillows overflowed his pelvis. And with how Otrera was squishing them together, his cock remained completely buried.
The pleasure started. His breathing quickened and his body started to shiver a little more, as the growing warmth under his testicles sent pleasure up through his length. And Medusa's breasts, engulfing and massaging his aching glans, sent more of the blissful sparks down his length back into him.
"I think he's going to cum again," Otrera said.
"Yessss. I... love it... when he cums..." Medusa moved her hands back around to his chest, and she traced her tiny claws up and down his body while he struggled to keep from cumming. "When he cums, it'sssssss... warm... and... his." Oh gods, Medusa was smiling up at him, giving her tender 'fuck me' eyes, and teasing his arms and chest with her fingertips.
He couldn't resist that. A hard clench of his inner muscles, and then once he released them, a gush of his seed spilled out of him and into her cleavage.
"Came already? Damn. Was hoping to do this for a while." The evil succubus queen squished Medusa's breasts harder, enough to make the gorgon squirm a little. And make Darian groan. The tightness of her cleavage, soaked in cum and squeezing his cock, forced his seed to pool between her breasts where they met. And each gush, making him shudder in the pleasure of his fluid pouring out of him, increased the pool of white of where Otrera kept her breasts together. The Amazon made sure to milk him of each squirt, squeezing Medusa together in a gentle fucking rhythm with him, until his fluids were dripping up and over her breasts, and down her sides and ribs.
When the cum stopped and his breathing came back, he leaned forward, hands against Medusa's shoulders to brace himself. It put his head only a foot away from Otrera's, and she grinned at him as he struggled to recover.
"Feel good?" she said, still massaging Medusa's breasts, and his cock in turn.
"Fucking... yes..."
"Good. Least I can do for you, considering all the shit I've caused. Now back up a bit."
He quirked a brow at her, but she seemed insistent, with a demon smile and eyes looking him up and down. And when he did slip away a few inches, Otrera let Medusa's breasts spread apart.
A river of cum coated the valley between serpent's breasts, and down her sternum to her stomach. Both Fate's Children stared down at it, and both groaned. Otrera seemed a little more preoccupied with Medusa though, her eyes lingering on the gorgon's soft body.
At least Darian figured, until Otrera reached out, and put a hand around his cock.
"H... hey..."
"Problem?" she said, grinning while she squeezed the base of his member, and brought her hand up to the tip. Her grip, soaked in cum, had little trouble gliding along his girth, stopping at the base edge of the head of his length, and massaging it with a milking motion. More drops of his cum dripped from him, falling into the white that coated Medusa's sternum.
"Hey!" Medusa frowned up at Otrera, but it didn't last. Her eyes trailed along Otrera's wrist to where the warrior was squeezing Darian's cock, and as Medusa's hands settled on his hips, she stared at the ripe glans of his cock dripping more drops of fluid.
"Oh, I'm sorry." With a chuckle, Otrera let go of him once the cum stopped, and put her hands back on Medusa's breasts. "Little baby girl wants all the attention."
"I'm not... a baby... nnng." Medusa's eyes closed as Otrera again began to massage Darian's cum over her breasts. And with the renewed pool of white, the Amazon had little trouble spreading the thick fluid's strands over Medusa's nipples. "You're... the baby." Hard to speak, with exhausted whimpers working into her voice as Otrera teased her.
"Feel like I'm taking advantage of her," Otrera said.
"You're not! I'm... not... drunk." Medusa tossed her head from side to side for a second, like a child stirring from slumber. "And... you can... keep doing that."
"Mmm?"
"That... thaaaat." The serpent reached out for Otrera's hands, removed them from her breasts, and placed the Amazon's cum-soaked fingers around his shaft once more. Medusa's hands fell away, slipped down onto his legs, before sneaking behind him to pull him forward again. Like before, his shaft stuck out from his body, his balls nudging against her stomach, head of his cock teasing along the river of white between her breasts.
The Amazon laughed. "Still hard?" Her eyes looked him up and down again, and lingered on his shaft. Like Medusa, his shaft was covered in cum, and Darian shivered as his muscles flexed, forcing his cock to raise and twitch with need.
"Y-yeah..."
"Twice is a lot. Three times though? Something turning you on more than usual?" The she-demon reached out for him again, and this time, used both hands.
Darian gasped, and put his hands onto Medusa's wrists, her own grip on his hips. With Otrera snug behind Medusa's back, and Darian snug against Medusa's stomach, the Amazon didn't have to reach far to get her fingers around him. One hand went deep, fingers nudging against his testicles and spreading his cum over them. The other gripped closer to the tip, with her fingers lightly working back and forth along the base edge of the bulbous glans. Each stroke, tender, precise, and practiced, sent more jolts of pleasure down his length. But he was thoroughly drained; she wouldn't be getting him to orgasm in seconds this time.
All for the better, because he was loving it. Groans and gasps kept escaping him, even when he tried to keep quiet, but Otrera would have none of it. She reached further, massaged and teased his balls, spreading his cum around, before sliding her fingers up to grip and squeeze him at the base, tight fingers stroking him a little harder. But her grip near his swollen-to-burst glans was softer, and found a pleasant, massaging tension around its base edge, with each small stroke earning waves of pleasure that knocked the wind out of him.
"Everything's soaked," she said. "Covered everything in your cum. Such a mess."
"Well... you had to... ask for it... and... molest my fiancee... make... a mess." Good gods talking was difficult. The pleasure was almost painful, her wet, warm fingers squeezing and gripping with just the right pressure on the head of his cock. It was sensitive, swollen, begging for something to touch it, and Otrera obliged as her palm and squeezing fingers slid over it, covered it, before easing back down to its edge to stroke and knead it there.
"Well, your fiancee seems like the sort to really enjoy it messy." Otrera, chuckling, let go of his shaft, placed her hands along Medusa's stomach above where his pelvis rested against her, and cupped her hands. Her palms moved up the valley between Medusa's breast, and collected his cum. When she had enough to fill one of her palms, she brought it back up to his shaft, and squeezed. The thick fluid filled into the crevices between her fingers, and all along his length as she started to stroke him again.
"I... I do... he's... all over me... I'm ssssso horrible." Medusa blushed, frowned, smiled, grinned, frowned again, and shook her head. But her eyes eventually drifted back to what Otrera was doing to him, and her mouth opened as she watched the thick drops of cum fall from Otrera's fingers back onto her bosom.
The Amazon grinned down at the serpent. "You are pretty horrible. I remember that other night you got drunk. I remember how much you liked having your man's cum on your skin. I thought I was bad, Medusa, but... you really...turn into a sexual animal when you get some wine in you."
"Wine!" Medusa smiled, eyes wide. "We... we should have more wine."
"No. I think you've had enough." Otrera rolled her eyes. But her eyes went wide a second later, and she looked around over her shoulder as Medusa's tail started to nudge against the back of her.
Darian's turn to chuckle. The Amazon didn't know what it felt like to have a colossal snake body slide across your skin, the unusual softness of a snake's scales, the massaging motion of snake muscles slithering over a surface. Soon the two of them were surrounded in a big coil of the gorgon's serpent half.
"... feel like she's going to eat me," Otrera said.
"No! I would never! I... I'm... a niccce lady... mmmm." Just like that, she dropped the one thought, and moved onto the next, back to Darian and what Otrera's hands were doing to him. Her own hands drifted around his hips from behind, toward his shaft, and underneath to tease, caress, and massage his testicles as Otrera continued to stroke his length.
Four sets of hands on him. Two incredibly beautiful women. Fingers gripping, and squeezing his shaft, everything wet with his own cum. He didn't last long.
Another wave of his cum filled his cock before squirting into Otrera's palm. The Amazon groaned, and squeezed. Her grip tightened around the base edge of his glans, and started to milk him with tight strokes, each one forcing powerful waves of bliss down his length that made his body shudder. Shudders turned into more groans as Otrera spread his fluids over the head of his cock as he squirted onto her hand, the she-demon making her own small moans as she massaged his fresh cum into the skin of member.
"I think he likes it," Otrera said, and she smiled down at Medusa before she resumed milking him. His white cum dripped from her hands, spilling over her palm and fingers, until it landed onto Medusa's breasts yet again.
"Mhmm. Darian... loves... to cum on me." The gorgon intermingled her fingers with Otrera's, and squeezed in gentle spurts, earning more groans from him as the two stroked and massaged his twitching shaft. Another wave of cum gushed into their awaiting hands, and Medusa giggled as it slid down her palms, wrists, and onto her breasts. Three orgasms meant his inner muscles ached a little as they flexed in spasms, but it was worth it, as another wave of pleasure coursed through him, before a final wave of the tingling, warm fluid squirted out of him into the Amazon's grip.
Otrera let go of him, finally, and set her hands back on Medusa's bosom. While the serpent was content to continue stroking him while his orgasm faded, Otrera gazed down with hungry eyes at the ridiculous amount of white that covered Medusa's breasts. And again, Otrera set her dripping palms upon the enormous pillows, and began to caress them, fingers tracing lines through the white.
"We should... we should do this again sometime?" Otrera said.
"Yesss!" Medusa squeezed her tail around the two of them a bit more before loosening it. "Yesssss, because... this was... a lot more fun... than I thought it'd be."
Darian tried to acknowledge, but his eyes were stuck on the sight of the Amazon kneading the huge pillows of softness. No shame, no shame at all. But, Medusa seemed to be enjoying Otrera's utter shamelessness, and he had to admit, she knew how to put on a show.
Some squeaks drew their attention. They turned to look at Pinna and Gallea, and all of them made a tiny groaning sound, again.
The little satyr woman was trembling, her hoof shaking by Gallea's head as he fucked her, her other leg between his along the blankets. She was squeaking and groaning, and doing her best to manage Chimera's cock as it rested upon her. With her on her back beside his pelvis, and Chimera still on his side, the giant watched, and rumbled, as the little satyr woman tried to kiss and stroke him. But from how her body was quivering, Pinna was trapped somewhere between an orgasm, and stimulating Chimera.
Which only seemed to please the giant. A wave of white poured over Pinna's lips, splashing down over her chin and neck, before she managed to realize what was happening. She reoriented herself, placed the head of the enormous shaft on her lips so it aimed over her breasts, while she stroked and massaged the girth of it from underneath. But her hands couldn't stay steady as Gallea thrust into her, and she moaned into Chimera's glans as his cum filled her mouth, overflowed down her jaw and neck like a stream of white, before gushing down over her breasts.
Darian thought that Gallea might have been a bit uncomfortable, seeing his wife covered like that, but he only increased his speed, and slammed his hips harder into his wife until she squeaked with each thrust. Well, the man and wife did have a history of group sex, it was probably normal sex play for him. Maybe not with a giant, but still.
"Ah, that's my queue." Otrera raised her hands, wiped them off on Medusa's arms — to her chagrin — and slipped out from behind her. With another wink for Darian, she crawled toward the three like a cat, back arched deep, and large ass swaying with each stride.
Really loved to put on a show. And so did Medusa, once she had some wine in her. Probably the only thing the two women had in common.
Darian looked back down at Medusa. She tried to look back up at him, but her head collapsed onto the blankets where Otrera had been. Smiles and giggles, she raised her hands to her breasts, and resumed the messy display where Otrera had stopped, fingers kneading into her overflowing breasts until his cum left strands along her nipples.
Or at least, she tried to resume. She lasted maybe fifteen seconds before her head fell back, eyes closed, and the telltale hiss of a snake snore started.
Darian raised a brow, and reached down to poke her. No response. Poke again, no response.
"You can't be serious. Medusa, wake up, you're covered in sex and need a bath."
"Sss... Sssssssss."
He sank his face in his palm, and scooted up behind her. Hands under her shoulders, her weight on his palms, he lifted her up.
"Medusa."
"Sss." Her snake hair went limp over his forearms, her arms too, and her head rolled from side to side as she stirred. And after dragging her maybe ten feet, the total weight of her massive snake body stopped him.
"Fine fine, I'll get some water and some cloths." Laughing, he set the lovely creature back down, and walked past the four others.
Chimera looked absolutely content, his eye closed, his breathing slow and deep, with rumbles and purrs oh plenty. Pinna was still underneath him, in more control now, still suckling on his cock while actively milking his girth with both hands to force more drops out onto her lips. Her whole chest, neck, and chin were covered in white, more than Darian's three orgasms had done to Medusa. Otrera had gotten quite comfortable behind Gallea, and she had her hands on his abdomen, around his cock, and was stroking his length while keeping the tip inside the shivering Pinna.
Mental note: alcohol and Medusa meant dancing and a little voyeurism; alcohol and Otrera equaled orgy.
He rolled his eyes, and walked through his new home. Not the first luxurious place he'd ever lived, but the first time he didn't glance around the corners looking for threats and dangers. Just him and the flickering fires as he threw a cloth over his shoulder, retrieved a bucket of water, and sauntered back to his friends.
He set the bucket down near Medusa, and as he wet the cloth, he glanced back at the four again. Otrera was conducting the two satyrs, arranging them into positions, and indulging herself in sexual pleasures the married couple seemed quite happy to share.
His friends were all lascivious, lewd, salacious, carnal... every word he could think to describe horny and shameless; Medusa was no better. His fiancee started moaning quietly as he began cleaning her skin with the cloth. Even Pegasus had been given a few mares to treat himself, and he'd been taking advantage.
His friends. He laughed, and glanced back at the four others, before looking back down at his comatose love and her hiss-filled snoring.
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Blood covered the landscape thousands of warriors both dead and alive those who were not dead were badly wounded. No one said anything no one made a noise. Then suddenly a roar in the distance broke the silence. It was like sound from the deepest bowels of hell. A terrified look was on everyone's face something was wrong so wrong. We had not won the fight. The sun began to set and I saw it. It was already to dark to see it properly I saw two eyes glowing in the darkness coming towards us. I hear someone in the darkness. I hear a voice calling to me. 'Violet you have to wake up.' 'WAKE UP'. I gave a jerk and woke up I was in a classroom at college sitting next to me was Elaine the class was empty. 'Huh Elaine where's the rest of the class are we early' She stared at me exasperatedly 'no class ended eight minutes ago dummy'. 'I missed it again' 'Yes you did what the hells up with you lately? No wait I don't want to here it lets get out of here before you go comatose again' I was about to contradict her when I saw the look on her face she looked worried. 'Okay lets get out of here I'll explain it over coffee on me.' 'Sure as long as you're paying for the coffee.'
Later at the coffee hut Elaine sat in front of me. 'So what's up you did say you would tell me after all.' I looked at my coffee in front of me and wondered if I should tell her about the dreams. Maybe I should I mean me and Elaine have been friends for as long as I can remember. When I thought about I just had to compare the both of us. I mean Elaine is a curvy slim senorita 28 year old Spanish chick. She also has dark brown hair and amber eyes. And I was a skinny 25 year old with incredibly pale skin and violet eyes. And get this my hair is white. I mean it's not like I'm albino or anything the doctors have told me so countless times. But what gets me is how different we are and it's not just how we look its how we were brought up. She's a fifth generation rich kid she was brought up in a lap of luxury. I was brought up in an orphanage and adopted by Elaine's family when I was 5 ever since then we've been sisters Elaine always took care of me. we went to the same schools together graduated together went to the same college right here in America. Of course I could tell her I shouldn't even have to think about it. I got back to Elaine she looked annoyed 'I can not believe you zoned out on me again.' I grimaced 'Sorry I was just thinking.' She raised an eyebrow at me 'What were you thinking about exactly?' 'Oh you know this and that.' 'You're always thinking about this and that.' She looked at me expectantly 'What know' I said starting to get annoyed. She looked at me with disbelief 'What the hell did you want to tell me? 'Oh sorry almost forgot. Well you see it kind of started with these dreams.' I started explained everything about the nightmares and the shadows. I even told her about the sudden feeling of being followed that had developed lately. The strange feeling of being watched everywhere I went. When id finished I looked her in the eye. 'So what do you think?' That was when I saw it something in her eyes it reminded me of the dream the glowing eyes coming towards me. Then the look disappeared had I just imagined or had that look of hatred really been there I didn't understand it I couldn't even imagine Elaine hating me. It was just one of those impossible thoughts for me. Just a thought I couldn't believe. But then again what did I know I mean I didn't know everything that Elaine thought maybe she did hate me. She took in a deep breath and blew it out again 'Well I can't possibly say I've heard weirder things because if I did I would be a liar.' 'I knew it you think I'm crazy.' 'No no it's not that it's just a little strange that all these dreams are based on the same theory.' That confused me 'What do you mean what theory?' She was silent for a few seconds then she spoke 'Well they're all in a setting of war and the way you explained it an incredibly violent war.' We left each other and went to our own apartments I had chosen a flat downtown Elaine had been sceptical about it. But I liked it. It was a bit dark a gloomy I kept promising I would do it up give it a makeover but I hadn't got round to it yet. I went to bed wondering if I had been right to tell Elaine about the dreams. While thinking I heard a noise upstairs a banging noise. I was sick of that idiot upstairs making noise all the time it was enough that he had parties up there. Now he was just trying to piss me off. I got up and went out into the landing and took one flight of stairs up. The building was completely deserted the only people who lived here was me, old Miss Maguire who was practically deaf and couldn't hear a thing so she wasn't really bothered. And this idiot on the top floor this building had five floors. The old lady was on the bottom floor and I was on the fourth. He just couldn't keep quiet for five minutes. I walked along the landing as I got closer to the door I began to hear voices. Suddenly a crashing sound and the door flew of the hinges and the body of my neighbour hit the wall. Someone stepped out into the hall his hands were covered in blood his head turned to look at me.
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Relaxation The purse hit the floor with an audible thud, missing the seat of the chair she was aiming for completely. The coat made a slightly more graceful landing across the arm of the sofa. The door didn’t fare nearly so well, as she kicked it swiftly closed with a slam that shook the apartment.
Deftly her fingers hurried to unclasp her bra, its continued presence offending her after the day she’d had. Shaking a few times, she managed to pull it free from under her blouse, and tossed it on the nearest door knob, which happened to be the bathroom’s. Rubbing her tender mounds of flesh, now free of their daily prison, she let out a contented sigh. Sliding into the bathroom, she took a moment to pull out some make-up removing cloths and wipe down her face. The heavy bags under her eyes told her exactly how exhausted she really was.
The day had been awful. Absolutely awful. No, it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. She quirked a smile at the memories of that book. Still, so many things had gone wrong for her. Hours of screaming bosses, coworkers, and clients. She just wanted to pull her hair out in frustration. She desperately needed some downtime.
Returning to her purse, she gathered it up off the floor and pulled out her phone, thankfully unharmed. She popped open the contacts and hit speed dial for her favorite takeut place. There was no way she was going to try to cook tonight. Tonight, it would be Chinese.
“China Dragon.” The voice said on the other end of the line.
She thought a second before just defaulting to her usual. “Yes, I’d like an order of Moo Shu Pork and fried rice, oh and three spring rolls please.” “One Moo Shu Pork, Fried Rice, order of spring rolls. You want anything else?” The clipped response came over the line to the sound of yelling in the background in Mandarin.
She could also hear the banging of pans in the background. They must be busy tonight she reasoned. “No, that’ll be all.”
“Seventeen ninety-five. Pick up or delivery?” He said quickly.
“Delivery.” She rattled off her phone number and paid by credit card.
He paused a moment, more yelling ensued with his coworkers. “Twenty, thirty, minutes, okay?”
“Yep.” She barely got it out before the phone went dead.
Hanging up the phone, she put the kettle on and found some tea bags. It wasn’t green tea, but there were some nice Raspberry Spice teabags in the cupboard. She set that out, ready to steep when the water heated. Satisfied she set out a plate or two to the side, and took a moment to refill the cat food. This prompted the patter of feet from some hidden spot as Malcolm came running for his dinner.
She petted the giant orange fuzzball a moment, and then went into the bathroom again. This time she turned on the hottest water into the giant jacuzzi tub that had been a major selling point for her. Then she went to find her tv tray.
The tub was starting to steam, and the kettle was just starting to whistle when the doorbell rang. Grabbing the food, she made sure to tip the driver well. Pouring out the hot water she set in a tea bag while she dumped half the delicious smelling contents of the bag onto the plate and stuck the extra in the refrigerator for the next day. Malcolm nosed around, but she shooed him away while she finished prepping everything.
This didn’t bother Malcolm, as her returned to weave under her feet while she carried the tea and plate into the bathroom where the tub was full and waiting on her. She snapped off the water and started the jets while she disrobed, her skirt and blouse hitting the floor, followed by the balled-up mess of her nylons. She needed to throw them out as they’d gotten a bad run in them earlier in the day. Her panties followed, accidentally landing on Malcolm’s head, eliciting a protest from the cat.
Giving herself a quick rub down she reveled in the freedom. Her dinner ready, her tablet on the tv tray too, she took an extra moment to give herself a good scratch before starting to lift her leg over the edge of the tub’s edge.
Just then a chirp came from the other room. Her phone. “No fucking way.” She said, cussing as she dashed back out to the other room, wishing she could ignore the chime. Her naked form casting interesting shadows on the walls of the apartment as she checked the phone. It was work. Fuck work. She snapped the phone off, powering it completely off. They could go fuck themselves today. She was over it.
The bathroom was nice and steamy when she returned, the tub bubbling and ready for her. She slid herself in to the nearly scalding water, wincing just a bit as sensitive bits hit the water for the first time. A smile on her face for the first time all day, she settled in to the luxurious seated jets that pulsed up and down her body. A chance for her to unwind and relax.
Half an hour later she tilted her cup back, draining the last of the tea. The plate was empty, as she’d devoured the pork and two of the spring rolls. She debated grabbing the tablet to read, but right now she just wanted to luxuriate in the tub. The water was still pleasantly warm, and the jets continued to kneed her sore muscles.
A fresh cloud of steam curled about the room and about her head as she breathed a deep sigh of relief. She needed to let herself go, truly relax, and let herself be free. Slowly she slid her nails across her thighs, feeling the heat massaging the sore muscles. Maybe tonight wasn’t such a bad night to let herself out. The nails dug deeper. The skin under them beginning to split.
She groaned as the gashes grew wider. The soft skin pulling away revealing the mix of golden yellow and dusky crimson underneath. She flexed her hands again, but this time the nails bit deep into her arms, shredding skin sloughing off as more crimson peeked through. Layer by layer, she flayed bits of skin off, her humanity slowly dissolving into the foam about the tub. She wiggled her hips, now tight in the tub’s seat, as she soaked up the heat from the water, her own internal furnace stoking as she began to heat the water herself.
Slowly she let her body stretch out. Her claws clicked loudly under the water, the hard surface of the tub creating a staccato sound. She wiggled a bit, lifting her ass, as her tail started to grow out, careful to curl it out around herself, so she would not sit on it. Her nose, already beginning its journey away from her face, had split and the small jets of smoke and steam poured from her nostrils on either side of her small horn. She rubbed her hair, feeling the scales emerge, and the horns that burst through her scalp, curving back, their tips tapping lightly against the titled wall.
Yawning wider than any human ever could, she felt her inner fires reach their full temperature, the water about her beginning to bubble from the heat as it reached near boiling. The jets of superheated water polishing her scales as much as they kneaded her muscles into relaxation. Malcolm wandered in to see what all the fuss was about. He sniffed her a few times, his nose wrinkling at the smokey smell, and he declined the proffered offer of pets with a very wet dragon claw. She shrugged, and let herself settle back in.
Her claws drifted though, slipping down between her thick thighs for some intimate pleasure. She smiled, as only dragon’s can smile, as her class found the tender gap in her scaly armor. She slid one talon in carefully, sliding slowly in and out as she let herself writhe slightly in the steaming bath. Her stress melting away with the personalized attention and warmth.
Lifting her claw free she blew a small jet of flame out into her palm, watching the water evaporate. Satisfied with her self-care now she mused on the day, wondering how many of her coworkers would crap their pants if they knew they were really playing with fire. She mused on this, amused at the idea of eating her coworkers, not that she liked humans. Too gamey, and fattening, but after the day she’d had, it was a delightful dream to see the bitch in accounting fried to a crisp.
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'You know how to sew, right Chelsea?' Dean asked.
Chelsea had had a little crush on Dean for as long as she could remember. They had done martial arts together as teenagers, and now that they were studying their post-grads at different universities, the only time they saw each other was at yearly gathering with the old teammates when everyone was back in town for Christmas.
Chelsea felt her cheeks grow warm as Dean addressed her.
*God, he's looking right at me with those gorgeous deep brown eyes.*
'Yeah, I mean I can take pants up or sew on a button.'
Dean grinned, his perfectly straight teeth showing. 'Awesome! One of my favourite shirts had the pocket torn off on Christmas day by my little niece. Reckon you could swing by and take a look? See if its salvageable? The wife has another family shindig tomorrow, and I'd love to wear that shirt...'
*Oh yeah, Dean's wife...*
Dean's wife was a genius, and a stunner to boot. Because of course. But she was always super aloof and distant in regards to her husband whenever Chelsea had seen her. She thought Dean deserved to be treated a lot better, but that was none of her business, and they seemed happy enough.
Chelsea put thoughts of Dean's wife aside and smiled.
'I can definitely take a look. I've got no plans and a pocket shouldn't take too long anyway. If it's something I can do I could easily have it back to you later tonight or early tomorrow morning. The motel I'm staying at isn't far from your old house. Actually, I think it's just across the road. But no promises! I'm not exactly a tailor.' She smiled self deprecatingly.
Dean looked relieved. 'You're a lifesaver Chels!'
'No promises!' she reiterated, not wanting to let him down.
Two of the other teammates announced their departure. Chelsea checked her watch. 8pm. *We're getting old* she smiled to herself. Though they had spent a few hours at the restaurant, caught up on the news of the past year. Some of these friends had kids at home and family to catch up with. Chelsea thought a little bitterly of her own, not exactly estranged, but definitely distant family. And lack of spouse. *One day when I'm a little less shy, I guess. But for now, at least I have an excuse to spend a bit more time with Dean and dream.* She felt her cheeks warm again. *God, I hope no one can see that...*
'I think I'm ready to call it an evening too.' Dean declared to no one in particular. 'Hey Chels,' he turned to her 'if you're good to go, why don't you come straight back to mine and you can sus out my shirt situation? Pretty please?' He grinned so that his dimples showed.
*Could I ever say no to that?* 'Sure, no problem.'
The rest of the crew said their goodbyes for another year and the two of them headed to Dean's old house. As they walked, He explained how his parents sold it to him a year or two ago, and how he rents it out for most of the year, but keeps it unoccupied so he can use it for the holiday season.
'Oh, this is me.' Chelsea indicated the cheap motel across the road from Dean's street. 'Just let me grab my little travel sewing kit.'
She darted in and swiped her kit into her handbag.
'All good!' she gave Dean the thumbs up across the little carpark.
'Of course, you take a sewing kit with you when you travel. Never change Chels.' Dean grinned and shook his head.
*Oh god, he thinks I'm so lame! Ah well, hell appreciate it when I mend his shirt.*
As they walked though Dean's front door, they recounted the more amusing conversations of the evening and reminisced about old times in the dojo. 'I remember the basics and most of the self-defence, but things like escorting someone off premises and subduing an intruder, I haven't had to practice at all, so I don't really recall' Chelsea was saying as Dean kicked his shoes off.
'Oh, that's easy' Dean said, chucking his keys in the bowl on the hallway table, and taking his wallet and phone out of his pants. 'I haven't had to use it of course, but I do remember it, Here, I'll show you.'
Chelsea popped her bag down and slipped off her heels. She gave a small chuckle. 'Alrighty then, and then I'll take a look at your shirt. So,' She stepped slightly closer to him and reached her hand out towards his wrist. *I wonder if his skin feels as good as he smells?* 'If I'm going to escort you I grab your wrist and- '
'I think its easier if I show you.' Dean interrupted. He grabbed her wrist gently, but definitely firmly, twisted it back on itself and took her crooked elbow in his other hand. Using upwards pressure forcing her to walk on her tippy toes to avoid the awkward sensation of her arm bending in ways it shouldn't.
'Ah, I see. I was almost right' She nervously smiled *I hope he can't tell I'm blushing. His hands are so strong.* He guided her into the master bedroom down the hallway.
'And that's how you do it' Dean released her.
'Well hopefully I never do need to use it, but thanks for the refresher.' Chelsea looked around and realised the rest of the house was dark. 'Is the missus still out or something?'
'Carly is staying with her family a few suburbs away tonight. Her sister just had a baby so they're all busy fawning over the new bub and helping prepare for the massive influx of cousins and distant relatives tomorrow.'
*So, we're here alone.* Chelsea felt her face turn hot again. *There's no way he can't see it this time. Gotta change the subject!*
'So where is this shirt? Ill see if I can't do a quick hand job on it.' Dean's eyes sparkled with mischief, and he cracked his signature half grin, one dimple showing. Chelsea's face dropped. *you fucking knob* she thought. 'I mean, like, hand-stitch it, not like... I didn't mean... obviously...'
Dean's grin just got wider. Chelsea looked at her feet, trying to hide her very obviously red face.
'First,' Dean started 'I'll show you the second bit, and then we can get to the hand job hey?' he laughed.
*Oh good, change the subject. Fuck, you fucking awkward fuck Chels...* she berated herself, beginning to look up.
She felt a weight on her back and realised she was face down on the bed.
'Wha-' *oh, that was really quick*
'Too fast?' Dean asked, his breath hot on her neck.
'Oh, the whole "subduing an intruder" thing...' Chelsea managed to compose a sentence. Dean's whole body was pressing hers into the bed. He held her arms behind her back with one hand, the other pushing her head against the bed with just enough force to subdue her movement. 'I didn't quite catch how you did that.' *Oooooohhhhhh fuck he's right on top of me. Too much.* She felt the heat between her legs. *Too much... he totally knows... He can't not know, it has to be completely obvious.* 'Maybe I should take a look at that shirt pocket and- '
'There is no shirt,' Dean stated matter of fact-ly.
Chelsea froze. Her brain not quite as quick as it should have been. Still face down on the mattress, Dean's weight still pinning her down. *No shirt* she thought. *But that's why I'm here...* The thought echoed for a few moments. *Why would he ask me to fix his shirt if there's no shirt to fix...? He's still on top of me.*
'Umm...' Chelsea's thoughts almost came together. Then she felt the bulge. Her feet were still on the floor, spread apart by Dean's legs so she couldn't find any real purchase. Her legs pressed against the side of the bed, her rear protruding off the edge and her torso and upper body face down on the mattress underneath Dean's. And between her legs, between her cheeks, she felt a definite, hard, bulge.
*Holy fuck. Was that always there? Maybe that's just what guys feel like when they're pressed against you like this.* She felt the heat in her rising again. *You're delusional girl. But why did he ask me over if there's no shirt... He's been pinning me down like this for a while now, what's the go? Is this... flirting? You fucking awkward fuck Chels...*
'Chel-sea' Dean's singsong voice right above her ear interrupted her scattered thoughts. Her heart stopped. And then wouldn't stop, beating faster. She felt her pulse in her wrist, where Dean's hands held hers immobile. She felt it in her neck, just beneath Dean's mouth, his breath hot and moist on her skin. She felt like her racing heartbeat must be completely visible through her skin.
'I... I don-' She stammered. *I don't understand. No way he's into me. No fucking way. And Carly. What is happening?*
'You seem confused Chels.' He breathed into her ear
Chelsea tried to turn over and get up. She barely had any wiggle room beneath Dean. He wasn't a big guy, but he had a strong physique and she felt the weight of his muscles on top of her. As she moved she was reminded of the hardness pressed into her backside. She felt a prickling, tingling sensation creep over her scalp and her arms. The beginnings of perspiration. She knew adrenaline was kicking in. A distinctive moistness arose between her legs. *Keep it fucking together, he's clearly just playing around. Just old teammates having a laugh...*
She giggled nervously, her confusion and uncertainty evident in the tremor in her voice: 'You gunna let me up? I didn't even follow how you "subdued me."'
Dean's response was blunt and flat. He was calm and in no way uncertain. 'You don't seem to understand. I lured you here under false pretences. And I now have you completely at my mercy.' Chelsea heard the smirk in his voice. 'I'm not joking.' He added, just in case Chelsea was hanging on to any illusion that Dean was messing with her.
*Shit. Is this happening?* Dean tightened his grip on her wrists. Chelsea uttered an involuntary 'unh' in response. Then she felt him grind his bulging mass into her backside. She gasped. *He didn't hear that. God, I am not enjoying this,* Chelsea thought. But another part of her pleaded *more.*
'No...' she tried to protest. 'Dean,'
"Here's what's going to happen. I am going to do whatever the fuck I want with you. With your body. I am going to make you do things. I think you're going to enjoy it. I can feel your heat.' He pressed hard against her. She felt sure that the wetness in her panties must surely start to show through the thin fabric of her dress soon. She resisted the bodily instinct to push back against him. *I did not agree to this. Not like this.* The feeling of vulnerability was paralysing. *This isn't Dean. This isn't real.*
Dean continued "But you do have an option. If you say, "caramel milkshake" I will stop. You'll be free to walk out of here. You can fill out a police report for sexual abuse, rape, whatever.'
*Like a safe word?* 'Ca-' Dean allowed Chelsea to get a single syllable out before clamping his hand over her lips. Chelsea's eyes widened, realising the extent of control Dean had over her.
'There will be consequences though.' Dean took his hand of her mouth and reached into his back pocket. He threw a small pile of home-printed photos in front of her face. Chelsea struggled to focus on the images, her face so close to them. When her eyes adjusted she recognised herself. Naked. Eyes closed. Kneeling on the motel bed, and very visibly enjoying one hand pleasuring her pussy, the other hand with one finger obviously buried in her asshole. Chelsea's stomach leapt into her throat. The photo was slightly pixelated, obviously zoomed in, the photo being captured from an angle that was just right to see over the top of the bookshelf that obscured the majority of the view from the window, and from some distance *Like with a zoom lens from a two-story house just across the street...* but there was no mistaking the identity of the woman or what she as doing. *And I was fucking thinking about Dean too.* The sweat beaded on her forehead, threatening to trickle down the side of her face.
Dean continued: 'If you don't want to cooperate, I know a certain conservative Christian microbiology professor who would probably not appreciate being sent compromising photos of one of his employees. Especially if that employee would be about due for a promotion...' Dean took his hand away from her mouth and wiped away the bead of sweat from Chelsea's temple with a gentle finger. 'I sure don't want to have a negative effect on your career.' Dean let the end of his sentence linger, the threat palpable. *He's blackmailing me? My boss... Would he do that?* Chelsea realised she didn't know anything about Dean. *He spied on me. He saw me... He took pictures!* Chelsea felt indignation overtake shock. And yet part of her mind turned in another direction. *He's into me, too. He wants me.*
Dean began talking again. 'So, you do have a choice.'
'I hardly see how' Chelsea retorted.
'You know what you have to say to make it stop. If you don't say it, then what were doing is perfectly consensual'. Dean practically purred into her ear.
'You're fucking blackmailing me!'
'More like a bit of extra motivation.' Dean undid the tie from around his neck with his free hand.
'this is...this is... rape...' Chelsea's voice trailed off, barely audible, her accusation lacking conviction. Dean just scoffed, the smirk on his face audible to Chelsea though she couldn't see it. He released his grip on her arms as he wound his tie around her forearms. The silky material felt cool and sleek against Chelsea's wrists. As he finished tying off the knots that bound her arms behind her back, Dean planted a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. 'We'll see.'
With her movements restricted, Dean lifted his weight off her body. He took a step back from the bed. Chelsea just lay there, feeling incredibly defeated. She knew a myriad of ways to defend herself, but they were all useless when she had willingly allowed herself to be overpowered. A few moments passed before she was consciously aware of no longer being pinned down underneath another body. She moved her neck to look at Dean.
'Beautiful' he observed, regarding his view of Chelsea bent over the bed, legs spread, arse up, arms bound behind her back.
*He's still stupidly gorgeous. How infuriating.* Dean undid the top buttons of his shirt. Chelsea wasn't sure why she wasn't moving. His fingers made their way down his shirt buttons, but his eyes never moved, and his sly grin never fell from his face, even as he pulled his shirt back and slid his arms out of the sleeves. Chelsea could see his muscles move as he moved, his body taut and poised as if to strike his prey at any moment. And still his gaze was as intense as ever.
'On your knees' He spoke softly. Chelsea shifted her eyes from his body back to his face. 'Now. Slide off the bed and get on your knees.' He reiterated.
There was hesitation in Chelsea's movements. She started to move and then halted, considering what she was doing. *Do I just do what he says? What if I don't? Would he hurt me? I can say the safe word. But the pictures...* She shuffled a little bit, pulling her feet together, but slowly. Buying time. Thinking. As she moved she could feel the slickness between her legs. Her heartbeat had slowed a bit, becoming accustomed to her situation. Now it sped up again. *Holy shit. I don't want this. Why is my body so turned on? Would it do this for anyone else? Shit. Can he tell?* Her stomach slid past the edge of the bed. She bent her knees and folded into a kneeling position facing the bed. She didn't dare turn her face for fear Dean would see her thoughts written there.
She felt his hand snake around her pony tail, firmly wrapping it around his fist. He suddenly pulled downwards, forcing Chelsea's face upwards, exposing her throat. She gasped. It was surprise, but even to Chelsea's ears it sounded sensual. She felt Dean lean close to her. Smelled his subtle cologne mixed with an unmistakably manly musk. *Ungh, that's hot.* the thought arose unbidden. *Shit, get it together. No, this is not okay.* She started to form words to tell him to stop, but Dean spoke first, his lips so close that they tickled her ear lobe:
'Do not. Hesitate. Again.' He emphasised every word. His meaning very clear. He traced a finger from the hand that wasn't holding her head back from her jawline, slowly drawing a line down her throat, passing the dip where her neck met her torso. He continued down her chest. Pulling the line of her dress forward as if taking a peek down her cleavage. He released the fabric it settled against her skin once more. Chelsea thought her heart must be getting close to flatlining it was beating so fast. With Dean's attention focussed on her chest, she was very aware of it rising and falling rapidly with her breathing, almost panting.
*Get. Your. Fucking. Shit. Together. Woman. Who cares if your boss sees those pictures? He can't do shit because of anti-discrimination laws. I've done nothing wrong! No, shit, do not think about Dean near your boobs. No. no. nope. Not thinking about that. Why don't you say the word?* Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut. Trying to deny the predicament she was in. and then he let his grip on her hair go. She was aware of Dean taking up position directly behind her. His hands moved over her shoulders. Slowly. Gently. *That doesn't feel... Rapey...* Chelsea felt the touch of her old friend, the guy she had a crush on for years. *He's good. God he's good. Why couldn't this happen differently? Why did he have to marry that* woman? *Why couldn't he have asked me...* Chelsea wished. His hands moved to the straps of her bra. Finding their way to the centre of her back where he pulled the clasp away to unhook it. *But I don't want it like this. Its wrong. This is wrong.*
'Ss..stop...' Chelsea surprised even herself with her protest, weak though it was. Dean's hands didn't stop though. They slid around to her front, slipping the straps pf her bra off from underneath her dress. His hands slithered between her skin and the fabric, freeing her breasts from their support. His fingertips skated over her nipples. They were hard. His fingertips felt slightly rough to Chelsea, and she supressed a whimper that tried to sneak out of her. And then his hands were moving back up, guiding her bra straps down over her shoulders. 'No,' he responded, 'I don't think I will stop'. He sounded smug.
sniiiick the sound of scissors closing on the strap of her bra, severing the thin strip of material so that he could remove the lingerie completely, without untying her arms or even removing her dress.
*He could really hurt me if he wanted to...* Chelsea considered that she was completely at Dean's mercy, the things he could cut with those scissors not limited to fabric... She heard the dull thump of her bra being tossed to the corner of the room where it landed on top of Dean's own discarded shirt.
*No.* 'Nnn... uhhh' Chelsea drew in a sharp breath, a response to the surprise of Dean once again pulling her hair back. She quickly shut her mouth to prevent any more involuntary noises escaping.
'Shhhh' Dean placed a firm finger against her lips. 'Shh' he repeated less forcefully. He released her hair again but she couldn't bring her head back down for Dean's finger planted on her mouth. She remained facing upwards, neck bared. His finger moved slightly, shifting the pressure. Down just enough that her top lip allowed his fingertip to feel a hint of the wetness in her mouth. He moved it to the side a little, then back to the centre, relaxing her mouth further. A second finger pressed against her lips and pushed down a bit, guidingly. Cheldeas bottom lip followed, her mouth opening slightly. His face was in front of hers now and she looked in his eyes. They were focused on her mouth, his own mouth silghtly ajar, completely focussed on what he was doing. One finger continued to hold her bottom lip down while the other finger slowly wriggled its way between her lips, inside her mouth. It pried her teeth apart with not too great an effort. First the fingernail, up to the first knuckle. Chelsea felt the slight roughness of Dean's fingerprint on the tip of her tongue. He worked it in a little further. He moved it about inside of her mouth. It was up to the second knuckle now. inside was squishy and wet. Chelsea detected a faintly salty taste, and realised she had never felt more violated than she did in this moment, with a man's finger inside of her against her wishes. She saw Dean's tongue move inside his own mouth. Ever so slightly licking his lips. He swallowed and withdrew his finger. Their eyes met again. Chelsea felt powerless to look away as he put his finger into his own mouth and sucked her saliva off it, then smacked his lips as if savouring her taste.
*He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows my body is fucking turned on as hell right now. But it's involuntary! Does he think I want this? Do I want this? Why aren't I saying the word? I could -* Dean stood up and stepped away from her.
'Stay.' He ordered. Chelsea heard his footsteps pad over the carpet. She stayed. She wasn't sure if it was out of obedience or simply paralysis from shock. But she stayed. She didn't know for how long. She heard the footsteps return, and wondered why she hadn't even turned her head to look. Su | A Beginning | [
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rely, she was free to do that much without fear of consequences? *Am I scared of what he would do, or what he wouldn't do?*
'Good girl.' Again, the smile on his face was evident in his voice. Chelsea trembled slightly with the praise. *You have fucking issues woman.* But part of her was happy to have pleased him. She did have the hots for him for so long.
'Stand up.' More than a suggestion. She did as she was told. *Just say the word Chelsea.*
'Turn around and face me'. Dean's voice was steady. The man simply exuded confidence. *And power.*
As Chelsea turned, she lowered her face to the floor. *Say the word dammit. I don't consent to this. I do not consent!*
'Look at me,' his words were calm and demanding. But Chelsea felt she couldn't lift her head. It wasn't weakness. It was *shame.*
*What am I ashamed of? I've done nothing wrong!*
'look at me.' He repeated in a slightly deeper voice. Chelsea wondered what sort of animalistic growl that voice could be. She peered up at him through her eyelashes, not quite raising her face. She could see his muscled torso. The small amount of hair there. His dominating posture. *He's got a better body than I imagined. Fucking great.*
She noticed Dean held the scissors in his hand. She looked down to the floor again. Panic.
*Say the word.*
He stepped closer and raised the tool to the strap of her dress. sniiick. One strap fell away. A slight relief came over Chelsea as she realised he didn't have anything more sinister in mind than cutting cloth. At least for now. He cut the other one, but the dress still clung to her. It was rather form fitting after all and she did have curves for it to hang on to. Dean pursed his lips and exhaled though his nose. Then he knelt in front of her.
Images of him between her legs sprang into Chelsea's mind. Sweaty bodies entwined in passion. Rhythmic motion. *No.* Chelsea supressed the unbidden thoughts. *Those are just old fantasies. This is different. Make it stop. Say the word.*
He raised the scissors to the hem of Chelsea's dress, and started cutting upward. He moved slowly. Agonisingly. *I'm going to be naked. He's going to see my body.* Chelsea thought with dread. And then she remembered the pictures. A different kind of dread replaced it. *He's already seen it. Spying creep. But he wanted me. But this is psychotic.* So much conflict in Chelsea's mind.
Dean continued cutting. Now level with his face. He continued to part the fabric of her dress, exposing her skin beneath. The scissors reached her navel and he paused. Chelsea felt his nose press against her mound through her panties. She heard him inhale deeply. She wasn't sure how, but Chelsea felt embarrassment join the feelings of shame. Her heartrate not slowing.
*Can he smell me? You could just knee him in the jaw right now. You could-*
Dean gripped the two sides of her dress, leaned back and yanked outwards. The remaining clothing tore and fell to the floor before he yanked it away and tossed it aside. He stood and stepped back once more.
'Look at me'. Still calm. Quieter this time though. Chelsea paused. Only just now realising she missed her chance to attack her attacker. And now she was bare but for her insubstantial knickers. She felt her chest moving slightly with her shallow breath, making her even more aware of her breasts and their stiff nipples.
*Its cold* she lied to herself. *Say the word. Run. Do something!*
She did none of those things. She looked up.
'I told you not to hesitate. I won't warn you again Chels.' He wagged a teasing finger in her direction. He was quiet as he took his measure of her. Chelsea felt like he was examining every private inch of her under a magnifying glass. But he didn't move. Just looked. When his eyes came up to her face again, his gaze seemed to narrow and become focussed again. Chelsea looked down once more, not able to withstand the intensity of his deep brown eyes. His hands started to work on unfastening his belt. She didn't know how, but Chelsea's heart leapt even more. It threatened to choke her as she felt it jump into her throat.
*This is serious. The word. Say it now.* And in another part of her mind, other thoughts: *Even if you said something, even if you said the safe word, he wouldn't stop. He's lost to his instincts now. You saw the look in his eyes. No, you need to just run.*
And again, Chelsea did nothing.
'Kneel.' Chelsea looked up again at Dean. He slid his belt out of his pants and chucked it onto the growing pile of castff clothes. He nodded his head slightly, indicating to Chelsea that she was to get back down on her knees.
She couldn't explain it, but her legs moved. She knelt. Chelsea watched his fingers move over the fly of his pants as he took small but deliberate steps towards her.
Chelsea knew then that she wasn't going to say the word. She wasn't going to run. Her body wanted this. She wanted this. She had for so long. She concentrated as Dean withdrew his hard member from his pants.
'I know you offered a hand job earlier but as your arms are currently unavailable, I'm just going to have to fuck your pretty little mouth.' Chelsea felt an urge to rub her thighs together, to feel the wet slickness developing there. But she refrained. *I can't let him know that I'm into this, like some fucking sicko.* Instead she tried again to protest
'Bu-'
She was interrupted. Dean held his thumb over her lips preventing her from speaking.
'You're worried about how you would manage to say the safe word if your mouth is full of my cock?' Dean smiled. He was doing a lot of that, smiling.
*Is it possible to blush so hard that my face explodes? I feel like that's something that's possible. He has to know what he's doing to me. There's no way he can't tell.*
'I know you can wink. I won't take my eyes off you. If you wink twice in a row, ill know you want me to stop. And I will stop.' To Chelsea, Dean's words now almost felt like a threat.
*I don't think I want you to stop.* Chelsea almost admitted it to herself. She could admit that she was turned on by a situation. But confessing to actively wanting it felt...*It feels... dirty.*
'Do you understand?' He asked her.
*Oh god, he wants me to respond. If I say I understand, I'm essentially consenting right? He fucking knows, the bastard, he knows what I'm thinking!*
Chelsea gave the slightest nod, almost imperceptible. But Dean saw it. He was taking in everything, focussed on her like an insect caught in his web. Prey. He saw Chelsea incline her head oh so faintly. And he laughed. Chelsea looked away again. The shame was unbearable.
'Good girl Chels. Atta girl.' Chelsea felt her sunken stomach lighten with the praise. She knew it was messed up. And then his thumb shifted, guided the tip of Dean's cock to her mouth. Pressed it against her lips. The feelings stirring in her loins were strong. It *ached.* She parted her lips slightly under his insisting member.
*Its so warm. So hot.* Millimetre by millimetre, she reluctantly allowed him into her mouth. Painfully slow. She wanted more. She wanted to take all of him. *but I can't be doing this. Its wrong.* Dean groaned above her. Chelsea refused to look up, knowing that his eyes were on her, just in case she winked. *I can't possibly look him in the eye. How will I ever be able to look anyone in the eye?* He brought his hands to either side of her head. *No, you should look up Chels. You should look at his face and wink. That's what you fucking should be doing. Instead of sucking dick like a fucking whore.* His hands pulled her toward him a little more. Chelsea felt the tip reaching towards the back of her mouth. His hands tugged at her head so that her face angled up a little bit. Her eyelids lifted. She looked at him. the hunger in his eyes was so ferocious that Chelsea felt as if it burned her and tears began to form in her eyes. But she didn't wink. With each second that passed without her winking. Chelsea felt even more mortified. *I'm as good as telling him. I'm basically fucking asking for more. Wink you bloody harlot!*
As if feeling that Chelsea's mouth couldn't extend any further, Dean pulled back slightly. And then he pushed forward even more, past the back of her mouth, into her throat. The tears in her eyes swelled as Chelsea held back on her gag reflex, her eyes wide. She struggled against her bondage, arms bound inconveniently behind her back. Dean's hair tickled her lips and he used his hands on the back of her head to push into her. Chelsea made small choking noises around the organ in her mouth as she struggled to breathe. Dean's eyelids fell, but his eyebrows lifted in an effort to keep his eyes open and locked on Chelsea's. He exhaled purposefully, clearly regaining the modicum of composure he had lost. Then he pulled Chelsea off him slightly. Just enough for her to draw breath.
And then he did it again, pushing her down, forcing himself into her as deep as he could, as deep as she could. And again. And Chelsea felt *proud.*
*I'm making him feel good. Fucking Dean, "the" Dean, is fucking my fucking face.* Chelsea almost laughed at the simplicity and immaturity of her thoughts.
He varied the tempo. Speeding up and slowing down. He made grunting noises and noises through gritted teeth, maintaining control over his own pleasure. Never taking his eyes off her.
Dean stopped before he came. His hands pulled Chelsea's head backwards as he took a half step back himself, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a sighed 'Fuuuuuuck' and throwing his head back, savouring the sensation. He no longer needed to maintain eye contact, with Chelsea's mouth free to speak if she so wished. It was the singularly most sexy thing she had ever seen. This domineering figure, shirtless, sweaty, enraptured by the pleasure that she had provided. On her knees. Hands tied behind her back.
Dean exhaled as he looked at Chelsea again, and took in her nearly naked form. Her makeup was messy from her watering eyes, lipstick smudged from the rough use of her face.
'Stand'. He demanded. This time, his voice betrayed a small amount of exhaustion. Dean was a tad short of breath from having stopped himself so suddenly. Chelsea brought one foot underneath her, and raised herself to standing. Feelings of vulnerability and nakedness came over her again and she looked down, the blush returning to her cheeks, though they were already flush with the effort of moments earlier.
'Turn around, face the bed'.
She did as she was bidden. Then his hands were at her wrists, fiddling with the silk tie. Her hands were free. *I'm free - I can push him away, strike his face, defend myself, I can get out of here!* But again, she did none of those things. She brought her hands in front of her and rubbed her forearms. She hadn't realised it through the adrenaline, but the muscles had become a bit stiff being forcefully restrained. Dean pressed his body into her back. She felt the heat from his skin, the dampness of their sweat mingling. He gripped her biceps and put his mouth to her ear.
'We both know you're going to do exactly as I say. And its got nothing to do with being tied up or blackmailed'. Dean whispered conspiratorially. Chelsea felt it like a punch to the gut - her fears of Dean knowing her mind were confirmed. *I may as well have lit up a neon sign* She thought bitterly, feeling defeated. Just as she felt like she was regaining a sliver of her equilibrium, Dean spoke again.
'Touch yourself'
*What..?*
Her body stiffened. Not that it was relaxed before but now a wave of new adrenaline rocked through her body.
*He wants me to... I can't possibly...*
Dean must've felt her terror. He repeated himself: 'Touch yourself and show me how wet you've become'. He slid his right hand down her arm, initiating the movement. Chelsea continued, slowly moving her hand towards her navel, reaching down to the lace of her only remaining piece of clothing. Her stomach flipped.
'Show me' He insisted.
Chelsea's hand slid delicately beneath the polyester and snaked its way through the bush on her mound. Dean's hand no longer guided hers, having already overcome the inertia that held her back. Gingerly her fingers probed at the top of her most private of areas. She slid a finger between the lips there, and they were met with the slickest moistness that she could recall encountering. She explored a little further, noticing how easily the juices allowed her digit to glide over sensitive flesh. Her probing left a wave of tingles in its wake. *Have I ever been so wet before?*
'Show me', once again, Dean's voice lowered. *He doesn't like to repeat himself.* Chelsea's inner monologue relented, and her observations became simple as her body transitioned away from panic station, shifting into a more primal mode. She removed her hand and began raising it upwards. Dean gripped her wrist. It almost felt like a massage after the lack of blood flow from the previous bondage. He brought her hand up and bent the fingers back over her shoulder. Chelsea's eyes followed its movement and met Dean's as he examined the slipperiness covering her fingers.
'Good' was his only remark. Chelsea's neck was twisted back, her eyes wide to follow the movements of her own hand. Then he brought her fingers up to his mouth and sucked the juices from them and Chelsea gasped.
When he took her fingers from his mouth, he shoved her carelessly back onto the mattress. She landed with a bounce, her legs still hanging off the end. Like a flash, Dean pulled her panties straight down and off. She was completely naked. And she had never felt more naked in her life.
'Get up on your hands and knees' His voice was still low, but not with frustration. It was *sensual.*
Chelsea still moved slowly, bringing her knees up onto the bed and underneath her and pressing her body up on her hands. She knew she was obeying. She knew it wasn't logical. *This is insane.*
'Dean, wait, I-' her meek voice was interrupted by Dean's once more.
'No, you don't get a say. Unless you make this allll stop with the magic words. Spread your legs a little wider.'
Chelsea complied, readjusting her position. The cool air met with the warm wetness that was practically flowing from her, increasing her awareness of just how aroused she was. She was grateful that Dean had her facing away from him. She was sure the humiliation she was feeling was plainly evident on her face.
She felt the mattress dip as Dean's weight was added. Then she felt his hands on her arse, felt them run smoothly up her back to her shoulder and as he trailed his fingers back down her spine, back to her rear, her flesh quivered. Chelsea felt goose bumps forming all over her body from the stimulation. And suddenly he grabbed her behind, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed. It was such a sudden change in sensations that Chelsea's head drew back with a sharp intake of breath. And then the sharp sting of Dean's right hand connecting with her cheek caused her to almost squeal, and her body buckled with the surprise of the attack. It wasn't a hard blow, but she could feel the blood rushing to the area that was struck. She knew a visible red handprint was probably already showing. Dean's hand was rubbing gently over the area, easing the sting. She felt the soft touch of his lips as he planted a small kiss where he had hit her.
'I don't like it when you make me repeat myself, Chels.' Dean's voice penetrated Chelsea's skull. She knew that smack was her punishment for minutes before, when Dean had guided her through touching herself. Chelsea came to the realisation, for what felt like the 50th time that evening, that Dean had power over her like no one ever had before, and she must do what she said, or suffer the consequences. *But you don't have to Chelsea, you could say 'Caram...'.* Chelsea couldn't even think the words, her mind felt so naked that she was sure Dean would know she thought it and would call an end to whatever he had planned. *As if you can't tell what his game is. He's having his fucking way with you Chels, like some fucking toy. And you're doing jack shit to stop it, because you're loving it, you slut.* Chelsea's monologue harangued her as if she were some external observer, untouched by the situation. *Maybe it's a coping mechanism or something?* She thought, while simultaneously knowing that she was getting off on this, and it was no coping mechanism.
'If you follow my directions, I think you'll find you enjoy this a whole lot more.' Dean explained, as his hand followed the crease of her arse cheeks, down to where the slickness originated from. He traced a light trail all the way through her slit to her clit, where his fingers circled with a feather-light touch.
'mmMMmmnnnnnn' Chelsea whimpered. She felt like she hadn't been touched there for a lifetime, and Dean's touch divulged his expertise. *He's probably done this to hundreds of girls. They always have loved him. Just like me.* Still softly circling, he increased the speed. Chelsea's knees felt weak and she was glad she wasn't standing for her to collapse. And cruelly, he stopped. Chelsea felt her eyebrows knot together in frustration and schooled her face into the most passive expression she could muster, determined to at least try to maintain her composure.
Dean laughed light-heartedly. 'Aww, did that feel good? Did you want me to keep going?'
Chelsea only breathed a little louder in response, not sure she had the heart to respond truthfully, nor to lie.
'I asked a question Chels' Dean forcefully dragged her head back by her ponytail again, and growled into her ear 'Or do you want me to stop?' He practically shoved her head forward as he released his grip.
And there was the sting again, on the left side of her arse this time, as unexpected as the first time. Again, Chelsea's head shot up and she gasped. Dean had taken a bigger swing this time. That was definitely going to leave a welt.
'I expect to be answered.' He said quietly, in contrast to the loud pain that was still ringing in Chelsea's backside.
'No.' she plainly stated. She wasn't really consciously aware of forming the words, but there they were. 'No, don't stop' She breathed. The words were out there now, and she couldn't get them back. She felt the shame overwhelmingly now. But Dean wasn't finished.
'Sorry, couldn't hear you. Did you stay stop? He was smiling, she could tell without seeing his face. He knew what she had said. He *wanted* her to feel the shame, to be humiliated.
'Please, don't stop'. Chelsea gave him what he wanted. She had already reached the peak of mortification. The only way it could be worse was if he did stop, and left her hanging without any release. Part of her knew that she would feel differently once this night was over. But for now, she was consumed with the tantalising possibility of pleasure.
'hmph.' The smirk was plain without needing to be seen on his face. His fingers snaked their way into her fold again, brushing once past her clit. Chelsea felt her body relax, feeling relief that she had said what Dean wanted to hear to get him to touch her like that again. Then his attentions moved backwards. He paused, 2 of his fingers resting at the entrance to her pussy.
'last night, when I took those photos, you were touching yourself here. What were you thinking about? 'Dean enquired almost innocently. Chelsea felt the tension immediately return to her muscles.
'Nothing... Porn.' She lied instantly.
SMACK Dean's hand on her right cheek again, managing not to shift his other hand poised at her entrance at all.
'No lies now Chels. What. Were. You. Thinking about?' The deep voice again. The powerful one.
'...u' Chelsea answered, inaudible.
SMACK
'AAAHH' Chelsea screamed that time. 'YOU, YOU! I was thinking about you!' *Shit shit shit shit shit shit. Can't take it back now.*
And he slipped a finger inside her, deftly, nimbly. The natural lubrications more than adequate. It was so easy. He slid it back out and replaced it with two. And he knew the spot. Knew where to stroke. Chelsea *melted.*
'Tell me exactly'
*I was thinking of Dean taking me from behind.*
'I... I... uunghhhh' She started to answer but was distracted by Dean's ministrations. *My arse can't take another strike...* She gathered what wits she could and responded: 'I thought about you, you were behind me, uuuunnghhhh... we... you...' The shame *burned* in her face. 'I imagined you fucking me like an animal.' Chelsea was only a little shocked by her frankness. She had imagined far more depraved scenarios. But voicing them out loud, and to the object of her desire nonetheless, now that was something else.
'Did you now?' he sounded happy. *He enjoys being able to manipulate me. He knows how much power he has right now.* 'What about this?' Dean removed his fingers from her honeypot and drew a tantalising line directly up, where he used it to draw little circles around her arsehole.
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rcles became smaller and smaller until his fingertip was delicately probing her hole.
'Do you like this?' Dean finished the question by planting his mouth over her cunt. His tongue made broad motions over her pussy, savouring the juices, only penetrating by an inch or so.
'Unnnggghhh uuhhhhh' It wasn't really an answer, but it was all she could manage. She desperately wanted more, but held onto enough self-awareness that she maintained control over her hips. *I can't push back. He's making me do this. The blackmail.* She knew it was a lie, but she didn't give in.
Dean brought the finger from her arse back to where his tongue was working its magic. Just enough to cover it in more lubrication. His mouth resumed his efforts, a bit more forward, flicking broadly over her clit, while his once-again-wet finger returned to her other hole, and easily penetrated an inch, up to the first knuckle.
'No... Wait... Dean...' Chelsea whispered between breaths. But he ignored her. Without meeting much resistance, he pushed further.
'nnngggghhhh' Chelsea's arms waivered. They splayed out underneath her and her upper body collapsed onto the bedspread. And Dean didn't stop. He moved his head slightly form side to side, varying the angle. Chelsea felt the abrasiveness of his stubble on her inner thighs. He pushed his finger as far as it would go, wiggled it slightly, feeling Chelsea's squishy, tight hole.
'Mmm' Dean smiled. Chelsea felt it, his face between her legs. It made her even more turned on somehow to think that he enjoyed doing this to her. She felt the energy gathering in her insides. She was getting close. *He's gunna make me cum.* The seemingly ever-present warmth in Chelsea's cheeks intensified - the feelings of violation returned as she realised she was going to let her attacker, this man she had had a crush on for years, the same one currently abusing her body, she would let him bring her to climax. She was so close now, almost impossible to turn back from the brink.
Nothing. His finger in her arse was absent. Dean's face no longer buried in her crack. The growing wave subsided rapidly.
'Urgghh' Chelsea gurgled into the bedsheets in frustration before she regained self-awareness. The frustration was quickly replaced with indignity. More blushing. She pushed herself up on her arms again, head hanging low. Sweat dripped from her nose onto the sheets. She felt the Bed move as Dean got off, onto the floor.
'Get up on your knees,' Dean's voice was unnervingly calm. *How can he do that, do those things to me, and not be any different?* Chelsea pushed off the springy mattress into a kneeling position. Her body was shaking. She still felt cheated out of an orgasm. Dean climbed back onto the bed with her and she knew he had taken his own pants off. She felt the intense heat of his erection pressed between her arse cheeks, his chest against her back as he knelt behind her. He grabbed one of her arms roughly, and with his other hand he seized her throat, pulling her head up and back. It wasn't enough to choke her, but a reminder that he was very much in charge.
Dean's voice was steady when he spoke again 'was it like this?' He released her arm and used his now free hand to guide the tip of his penis into her slit, barely touching but making her aware that the head of his cock was very much poised to enter her. He bit her ear and sucked the ear lobe, His hand still on her neck. 'is this the way you imagined it?' Chelsea closed her eyes and swallowed hard.
'Y.. yes' She managed to stammer. It was difficult, not only because of the mix of nerves and adrenaline, but because Dean's hand largely kept her jaw immobile.
He ran the tip of his cock up and down the length of her opening. And then slowly, agonisingly, he pushed it inside of her. It wasn't hard with how wet she was. But he took his time. His teeth grazed along her neck. 'Is this the way you wanted it?' He used his hand on her hip to pull himself completely inside of her. The hairs at the base of his protruding erection tickled Chelsea's skin and Dean groaned as he reached her innermost depths, the walls of her vagina squeezing him. 'Is this how you thought of me, filling up your cunt?'
'mmmpphhh' It wasn't exactly an answer, but it was the best she could manage. She breathed heavily through her nostrils, Dean's grip on her throat not allowing her to open her mouth comfortably. As he gradually pulled out, leaving only the tip inside of her, he shifted his grip on her neck so that two of his fingers were able to force their way into her mouth. He pushed his cock back into her pussy, not with great speed but forcefully nonetheless.
'nnngggghhh' Chelsea made incoherent noises around Dean's fingers in her mouth. She felt a small bit of drool leak over her lip and down her chin. *I must look like a mess.*
After drawing almost all the way out of her again, Dean thrusted a bit faster, Chelsea was becoming accustomed to the fullness and her insides were becoming slightly more pliable. In again. A bit more speed. Dean inhaled through gritted teeth, and let out an 'aaghhhhhh'.
He started to pump in and out, and Chelsea's body began to move with the rhythm.
'Is this how you thought my cock would feel inside you?' He let go of his grip on her neck, his fingers ceased their assault on her mouth. Dean pushed her forward, her hands failed to catch her weight and her chest fell onto the bed. The angle allowed Dean to penetrate even deeper. He leant over her while sawing in and out, and brought the hand that previously held her neck to her cheek, pushing the side of her face into the mattress. 'Is this how you pictured me fucking you?' he growled.
*Pretty much* Chelsea thought, but she didn't vocalise the words.
SLAP
The sting on her inflamed backside resounded with the loud smack. It wasn't as hard as the previous spankings, but Chelsea felt it intensely. Red skin on red skin.
'Answer me!' Dean demanded.
'Yes, yes!' After she responded, his fingers returned to her mouth briefly, coating them in saliva once more. He brought the moistened fingers back, back to circling her arsehole. Only twice, and then he forced his index finger all the way in, little resistance was met. It drove Chelsea wild. The inserted digit wagged as their bodies sawed back and forth. Dean spat at her arse, adding his own lubrication and pulling back and forth on her backdoor. His balls slapped her gently with each movement.
Chelsea tried to adjust herself, tried to use her hands to push up. It was fairly difficult with Dean pushing her face into the linen, but even as she gained a minute amount of purchase, he took his hand from her head, and pulled his finger from her arsehole with a small popping' sensation, and swiftly pulled both of her wrists behind her back once more. He was then able to hold her that way with only one of his large hands.
'You don't move unless I give permission.' Dean's voice was a low whisper again. He thrust one more time and then withdrew completely from her. Chelsea felt the absence keenly, her pussy throbbing with blood flow and dripping with fluid. Her arsehole twitched as she took stock of the various sensations.
'Sit up' Dean let go of her wrists and allowed her to get into a comfortable kneeling position. She avoided making eye contact with him. Dean laid down on his back, resting his head up on the pillows. His completely naked body was visible to Chelsea for the first time. The muscles that she suspected were underneath his clothes were more pronounced than she imagined, and they seemed to ripple with tension as he shuffled up the bed. His skin had a sheen to it, perspiration. His cock almost rested against his stomach, his erection making it seem to almost defy gravity. He pulled one arm up to rest behind his head, his bicep showing as he moved. His other hand came down to manoeuvre his cock into a more vertical position.
He looked *delicious* Chelsea thought.
'Come and suck it. Suck your juices off it.'
She chanced a look into his eyes. They stared back at her through heavy lids. She only took a moment to consider before crawling forward and softly grasping the hard shaft. It was slick and warm. So warm. And rock hard. She thought that it must surely hurt a man to have so much blood in one area. She brought her head down, her mouth closing around the tip. It was a kind of salty taste. Sweat mixed with her own flavour. Her tongue circled the glans. Dean groaned. *You don't have to Chelsea. You can just get up and leave.* Her mind still harassed her to do the reasonable thing. She was past that though. Well past. And she did know it, even if her conscious mind plagued her and the guilt of giving in to her assailant was ever present, she couldn't escape the fact that she wanted it. She took the length of him into her mouth, into her throat. He had showed her how earlier. She supressed the instinct to gag.
'Enough'. Dean sighed. 'I want you to ride me'.
Blush again. *How is that even possible, I don't think I've* stopped *blushing.*
'You ... want me to...' Chelsea sought clarification.
'I want you to climb on top of me, on top of my dick, and fuck me.'
Blush on top of blush on top of blush. Chelsea crawled joltingly forward. Her nerves making smooth movement impossible. One knee planted on either side of Dean's hips, Chelsea straddled him. her breasts swayed slightly as she adjusted her position so that the tip of his cock was once again curiously poking at her pussy. She lowered herself an inch. She didn't know were to look.
'No.' Dean spoke up. Chelsea eyes shot to his face. *Those deep brown eyes.* 'No, I want to take your arse.'
Mortification. Chelsea was not expecting that. She hadn't really expected any of this though. 'What? No, Dean- I can't. I-'
Chelsea's protests were cut short. The sensation of pain in her nipples so suddenly snapped her into silence. She drew a deep breath in, mouth wide. Dean's fingers squeezed and twisted her erect nipples. She straightened instinctively, trying to avoid the pain. But Dean pulled her in closer, so she was leaning over the top of him. Chelsea closed her eyes, not knowing what else to do.
'What were you saying?' He asked maliciously.
'I never... I haven't...' She couldn't quite form the words.
'You've never had anal sex before?' He lessened the force he was using on her sore nipples.
'Nothing more than a finger.' Chelsea offered timidly. With the pain easing, she felt more articulate. *Why am I embarrassed to admit that though?* But even as she asked herself, she knew the answer: *because I disappointed him.*
'In that case...' Dean grunted as he flipped her over, rolling on top of her. He never finished the sentence, but his meaning was fairly clear. He meant to be her first. He spat on his hand and rubbed it over his throbbing cock, aiming it at Chelsea's tight hole, never before penetrated by anything nearly so large.
'No, Dean, No. Stop!' Chelsea's hands fumbled to push his body away, her legs trying to propel her backwards, but her hair was brushing the bed head, there was no where to go. Dean paused what he was doing long enough to pin her hands to the wall above her head, preventing her feeble attempts to stop him.
'You don't want me to stop Chels, if you did, you would be talking of a particular flavoured dairy beverage.' He teased her.
*He's right.* 'No, wait! Stop!' *liar.*
'You want to put up a fight, so you can feign innocence. I know better though Chels.' Dean positioned himself again, leaning over her a bit having to restrain her hands.
Chelsea continued to offer meaningless protests as Dean applied more pressure, urging his cock to penetrate her sphincter. Finally, it gave way and her body traitorously permitted the head of his cock to enter. The shock of it silenced her.
'mmmm.' Dean paused, savouring the warm squeeze. It afforded Chelsea the opportunity to acclimatise to the unfamiliar sensation of fullness. Her mouth formed an "O" as she exhaled, not realising she had been holding her breath. Dean pushed in a tiny bit.
'hahhhh' Chelsea inhaled. It was a completely different feeling to regular sex. She thought it was supposed to hurt, but was surprised to find once the tip was in, it just felt *snug*.
As if feeling when she was accustomed to the invasion, Dean reached further inside of her, little by little. Each time allowing her a period of grace to adjust to the awareness of being completely stuffed. Before she felt the tickle of his hairs on her backside, he began to pull out. Just enough that she would feel the unusual fullness all over again when he pushed even further. Chelsea felt the tip of his cock hit a certain spot inside of her, as if reaching through the walls of her insides to hit her G-spot. And then he retreated again, almost all the way. It felt as if her arsehole gripped so tightly that he couldn't quite manage to remove the ridge of his glans. It felt like a tease.
'Dean...' Chelsea wasn't sure what she meant to say exactly. But he wasn't paying too much attention anyway. He resumed his slow push into her arse. This time, all the way to the hilt. He closed his eyes. It was obvious that the cozy hole was a pleasurable enough experience for the man. He paused there for a moment, then he started a slow rhythm, in and out. Never quite leaving her. Chelsea was amazed at how easy it seemed, and at how good it felt.
*Why isn't it hurting? How can I take so much?* From another corner of her mind: *Because you like it, you're so fucking turned on you could probably take two cocks.* 'No' She said. *No, I'm not like that...*
'Oh yes.' Dean countered. Then while he was deep inside her, he let go of her hands and held tight on to her hips with both hands, tumbling on to his back and dragging her on top of him in the process. Gravity forced Chelsea down, and the hard member inside of her pushed a little deeper.
'mm' A small, high-pitched whimper came from her throat. *So good.* She didn't dare move though. She couldn't make herself complicit in the act. Dean disagreed.
'Move your hips.'
'Dean, I-'
His hand around her jaw, squishing her lips into a fish face. He pulled her close, her back bending. Her hands splayed out over his chest, preventing her from faceplanting on top of him.
'Move. Your. Hips.' There was no patience in his speech. He expected complete submission. Chelsea felt a slick puddle form where her pussy rested on his lower abdomen. He pulled her face a little closer. Their lips mashed together, and Chelsea felt his tongue in her mouth. Warm, searching, passionate. Her fingers curled slightly on his chest. Her arsehole twitched around his dick. He ended their wet kiss by pushing her away. She pressed herself up form his chest, her tits bouncing a little. And she shifted her weight so that her hips moved forward. She felt Dean's cock in her, following her movements. She slid backwards again. It was *so good*. There was no way she could stop now, grinding on top of his pelvis, back and forth.
'Good girl' Dean voiced his approval. His breathing became heavy with her motions. His hips matched her movements. They were in perfect harmony.
'Cum for me.' He breathed heavily. 'Fucking cum with my cock in your arse, Chelsea.'
Chelsea picked up speed. The juices from her pussy flowing freely, her clit gliding over Dean's happy trail. She wanted it to last forever. The warmth in her belly rose, strong and fierce.
She felt a light slap on the side of her face. Dean's strong hand gripped her neck again, not crushing, but with enough force to remind her of what he could do. 'Fucking cum for me you slut.'
Chelsea felt the waves radiating from her centre, crashing through her whole body. She knew distantly she had stopped moving, her body paralysed with the intensity of her orgasm, save for a small tremor in her leg. Dean kept bucking underneath her, adding momentum to her climax. As the waves began to subside, she opened her eyes and saw Dean's face. It started to scrunch up, his own release imminent. Chelsea resumed her grinding, her insides twitching, her arsehole gripping his cock tightly. She was incredibly sensitised after such a strong orgasm and she felt the unmistakable heat in her arse - Dean's hot load shooting into her. The last wave subsided, and she collapsed on to his chest.
Spent, Dean withdrew himself gently from her still convulsing hole and wrapped his arms round her body. All her hairs still stood on end, goose bumps under his fingers. The afterglow of her climax still alive. Underneath her, Dean shuffled her weight off him, so she lay prone on the bed. She remained passive, not knowing what else to do. She brought her hands to cover her face, so she wouldn't have to think about where to look or what expressions she was making.
Dean said nothing, but she heard him rummaging in a drawer nearby. Then she felt his weight on the back of her legs as he sat astride her.
*More?* She thought incredulously. But he only planted a chaste kiss where he had spanked her earlier. Chelsea felt his hands smoothing some soothing substance over the stinging flesh. She sighed, and said nothing as he tended to her tender skin. It felt like a sharp contrast to his treatment of her just minutes prior. *But just as sweet* She observed.
'Come' Dean said warmly. Chelsea chanced a peek from behind her hands. Dean sat on the edge of the bed, his hair all mussed up in the most endearing way. He offered her his outstretched hand. Chelsea extended her own, and let him help her up, guide her to the ensuite. She stood still as he let go of her to start the shower. They said nothing. Chelsea thought nothing. As steam rose around them, Dean gently lead her into the large cubicle. The warm water on her sticky, sweaty chest was heaven. Dean stepped in behind her, embracing her in a gentle bear hug. He ran his hands smoothly over her arms, kissing her neck affectionately, as a lover would.
Chelsea felt the swoon of postrgasm ecstasy fade, and her grip on reality return. She turned around slowly, facing the man. *I thought I knew you* she thought at him.
'Dean...' She had no idea what to say. The silence extended.
Finally, Dean spoke for her; 'You didn't say the safe word.' He observed.
*Was that... awe, in his voice just now?*
Dean's eyes were large and twinkling and Chelsea was surprised she didn't feel the urge to look away.
'No.' she responded simply.
'I never intended to share those photos with anyone.' He explained.
'I know.' And Chelsea did know. She had known the whole time.
'But you still didn't make me stop.'
*Because I've never been more turned on in my life...* Chelsea said nothing.
'You enjoyed that didn't you? Maybe even more than I did, I think...' Dean smiled cheekily. Chelsea lowered her head. Her cheeks were growing warm again.
'...How did you know?' *How did he know I liked it? How did he know that would turn me on?* Chelsea's voice was quiet, but the enclosed space enabled Dean to hear her words.
'Well, I kind of stumbled across your reddit account...' His smile was wide.
*Reddit? No, he can't have. I'm completely anonymous...*
But he went on. 'you posted a picture on Facebook, and then I saw the exact same one on reddit, on the Australia subreddit, and I knew it had to be your account. I snooped on your subscriptions. Con-non-con? Strugglefuck? Seemed like your kinks matched mine to a tee!'
*You're fucking shitting me.* Her stomach was doing little flips. She suddenly noticed how little strength remained in her knees. Dean must have noticed because he took hold of her again. The hot water pattered over her shoulders.
'Truth be told, I couldn't resist a little snooping though. I can't remember how long I've had the hots for you.'
*No. fucking. Way. He's teasing me, making fun of me. He found out my darkest secrets and... and...*
'But... Carly?' Chelsea didn't think she had ever been so confused.
Dean threw his head back and laughed heartily. His perfect teeth flashed. 'Oh, we're not actually married!' He said nonchalantly. 'She's a lesbian. We pretend to be married so her family would stop harassing her. She's a good friend though.'
Chelsea just stared.
*.. what??*
'We don't even live together,' Dean continued. 'We keep up appearances when we're back in town, so her folks don't catch on, but other than that, we just hang out with the same group of Uni mates. She's a great chick, but she could care less about me being with you. Except maybe being a tad jealous of me.' Dean winked. 'She thinks you're super cute'.
The warmth in Chelsea's cheeks progressed to hot. She knew she just turned from pink to bright red. Dean stole a kiss, leaving just a slight wetness on Chelsea's lips. 'You really are too adorable' he remarked.
*I have to be dreaming.*
'Stay the night' Dean half offered, half demanded. Ever the one in charge. 'I want to hear why you didn't use the safe word. And I think we could have a bit more fun.' His eyes flashed darkly, and Chelsea knew she wouldn't refuse. She nodded her agreement.
'Good girl' Dean said again, smiling.
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"Out standing job Team Star Fox! Thanks to your efforts, the Lylat System has been saved from the Aparoid invasion!" General Pepper was speaking though a hologram on the Great Fox. "The Lylat System is deeply in you debt and extremely greatfull for you help."
"Well, it IS what we are paid for." stated Fox in a tired, wornut voice.
"Haha! Quite true Fox, quite true!"
"But that aside, we were more than happy to save our the planet. Although..." Fox trailed off from his exhaustion "...We wouldn't mind having a few days off for some R&R." And it was true, they all were battered and bruised and even Falco, as hubris as he is, showed his tiredness.
"Ah! What a coincidence. I was just about to tell you that we have declared today to be a 'holiday' you could call it. We know that we've had you team's services for quite some time now, and we wanted to return the favor."
"Is it more money? I got some things I've been looking at." As usual, Falco always brought up the case of money and his personal needs.
"Sigh, no Falco, the money has already been sent to your account. But the real surprise is that we've decided to give Team Star Fox a week vacation, and to continue to train our fighters so that we needn't rely so much on you in the future."
"Well, that is quite nice, but we really don't mind our work, right?" Krystal showed a little enthusiasm to cheer the team up a little and everyone gave a little nod to agree with what she said.
"And I'm sure you do. But I am fairly sure you don't mind a few days off now, am I right? Well, you vacation starts tomorrow, so feel free to do whatever it is you want. This is all I have to report. Have fun." And with that, the hologram disappeared.
"Well, as long as we have some free time, I'm gonna take an Arwing and fly around a bit." said Falco.
"What? All this fighting and you want to get back in an Arwing? You're pretty crazy Falco." Slippy said in his constant high-pitched winny voice. "It doesn't matter anyway Falco, you can't take an Arwing, they're too banged up. But I'm sure the Flight Academy will lend you one."
"Alright, thanks Slip..." with that, Falco left the room, leaving to do who-knows-what.
"Alright, well I'm gonna head on out to the repair shop and pick up some parts to repair the Great Fox and the Arwings. I'll be staying in a little place near the shop for the convienance. I'll see you guys in a few days." As usual, Slippy never faltered when it came to repairs, and never took his weariness into consideration.
"Jeez...5 minutes and already 2 team members gone" Fox said.
Peppy rose out of his chair and walked toward the sliding doors "I haven't seen my daughter in months, I think it's about time I saw her again. I'll be back tomorrow. And don't be gettin' in any trouble while I'm gone, ya' hear?!" Peppy left leaving a smile showing that it was just a joke.
Fox and Krystal were left alone, besides R.O.B sitting aside looking at some moniters. "Sorry to leave you Krystal, but I'm just gonna sit in my room and relax for a few hours. Is that OK, with you?"
"Of course Fox, I was just thinking the same thing. I might just go to sleep for a little while. I'll probably catch you in the morning."
Fox and Krystal walked together down the corridor to where their rooms were. Fox went left, and Krystal kept walking until she reached a room on the far side of the hallway.
Fox opened his door and instantly slide onto his bed. After sitting there for a few minutes, he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He stripped off his clothes and folded them neatly on the counter to his side. He walked into his shower and basked in the comforting warm water.
After about 15 minutes, Fox heard a knock on his door.
He quickly dried himself, put a towel around his waist and opened the door. It was Krystal.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Fox, I didn't know you just came out of the shower! I'll just leave then and let you finish."
"No, it's alright Krystal, I don't mind. Sooo...what can I do for you?" Fox felt that the conversation was getting awkward, so he asked the most obvious question.
"Oh, well, I was just going to see if you wanted to do something...together?"
"...And Fox, feel free to say 'no' to this, but...can I...take a... shower with you?"
Fox was totally caught off-gaurd with this and showed his expression. He soon regained his bearings and looked at Krystal. "Oh, I'm so sorry Fox! That was a stupid question. Please forget I said tha-" she was cut off.
"I don't mind Krystal. Come on, the shower is over here."
Fox and Krystal both had mixed feelings of what was going on, and neither knew what to say or do. They walked into the bathroom together and Fox started the water to get it warm again.
"Are you sure you don't mind Fox? You can always say no."
"Honestly, I don't mind at all Krystal." They both stripped off their clothes rather hesitantly, but they faced opposite directions and moved into the shower.
They finally turned around and starred at each other. They just starred deeply into each others eyes and knew instantly. They deeply loved each other, and they knew it. They pulled into each other, hugging and kissing, not ever wanting this emgrace to end.
As they held each other, Fox couldn't help himself but feel Krystal's breasts press up against his chest, and he knew what was going to happen. As Krystal held Fox, she could feel his endowment slowly becoming erect and pressing up against her thigh. They knew what was going to happen...
They walked out of the shower without saying a word and dried themselves. Fox picked Krystal up and carried her to his bed and genlty laid her down on the right side of the bed, then he did the same.
"Fox, I love you. I've known this ever since we've met, but I never had the courage to say it to you directly."
"I've felt the same way. I was afraid you'd reject me, and I'd be left crushed."
"I would never dream of doing that Fox. I care for you too much." After talking for a few minutes, they just sat on the bed, Fox's arm stretched out across her shoulders. As they sat, Fox's wrist involuntarly twitched, and his hand brushed up against Krystal's right breast. Gently touching her nipple.
"Ohhhhh... Fox.." he became totally alarmed immediatly.
"Krystal! I'm SO sorry, I didn-" she cut him off.
"It's ok Fox, it felt very nice. Please, do it again." Fox was torn between making love to the woman of his dreams, and rejecting her because of his shyness. Fox decided to do as she asked and he gently massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her nipple.
After a while, Fox stopped and Krystal got underneath Fox and whispered in his ear: "Please Fox, I've wanted this ever since I met you. Please." He understood what she meant. Fox got above Krystal and waited until his penis became fully erect.
"Are you sure Krystal?" All she did was nod.
Fox ever-so gently put his penis to the lips of her vagina and slowly, but gently pressed. Krystal started moaning already. He kept going until he reached her hymen.
He stopped immediatly, and looked at her. She opened her eyes and softly said "Please Fox, it would mean the world too me." He didn't need any further instructions.
He slowly pressed against her virginity until it broke. Again, he stopped and looked at Krystal. She had a look of absolute pleasure on her face. Despite her hymne breaking, she felt no pain, just pure love for Fox. Seeing this, he kept moving into her vagina until he could go no farther. He pulled back out, hearing Krystal moan and pushed back in. He continued this until they were both panting and sweating. "Fox, please go faster." And he did. He started off slow, and gradually increased his speed. He loved every second of it. Making love to the vixen of his dreams, feeling her walls enclose around his penis.
Krystal loved how Fox's penis filled her up and made her body spasm continuesly. "Krystal, I'm getting close. Is it ok if I...?"
"Of course Fox. Please, I want this too. I know this is what we are supposed to do." Fox picked up his speed and leaned toward Krystal and started kissing her.
She stopped the kiss and let out a shrill cry and clenched hard on Fox's penis. Her juices completely covered Fox's crotch, and he knew he wasn't far behind her. He picked up speed once more and felt a rising pleasure until he knew it left his member. He could feel his cum flow through his penis and enter Krystal's vagina. At that brief point, he felt nothing but pleasure and love for the woman beneath him. As he finished his orgasm, he pulled himself out of her and lyed their next to her and they both fell into a deep sleep, each of them murmering soft word of their love.
Fox woke up and looked beside him. There was no Krystal.
He suddenly looked around and found a letter on his dresser next to him. He read aloud:
"Fox, thanks you so much for last night. It truly meant a lot to me, and I know you feel the same. I am truly glad we had this time together. I hope the love between us never breaks. I will always be your lover, and nothing will ever change that. I will always be there for you, through thick and thin. We still have a few days until our break ends, so I'd like it if we spent more time together. Just you and me, no interferences, no fighting, no work. This experience let me speak freely to you and not be embaressed to be with you. That makes it all worthwhile.
Now get your butt downstairs and meet me for some breakfast! Your forever lover Krystal"
Fox just smiled. He put on some clothes and left the room knowing this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
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*I want everybody to know that this is the first story I have written with a sexual nature so cut me a little slack. Comments and suggestions would be appreciated. Also, this is a work of pure fantasy. None of this has ever happened in real life. All of the persons depicted in this story are 18 or older.*
Hello. My name is Alex. I am 21 years old and 6'4" tall and very skinny. I have a slightly above average sized cock that is about 7 ½ inches long and about an inch or so in diameter. I am not a hot guy but I am attractive. And I am a mechanical engineer major at the University of Delaware.
I first began to notice girls when I was about thirteen. Like most teenage boys, I became nearly obsessed with the opposite sex. However I was somewhat of a geek (good with computers and not people, that type of guy) and so I didn't exactly get out much. Although I wasn't cool I wasn't an outcast either. I had a few dates in high school and did have a date to the senior prom. My freshman year at University of Delaware I lost my virginity to an average girl who was in the same engineering class as me. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't hot either. We shared some interests and went out on a date and ended up back at her place fucking like crazy because we were both horny freshman.
I first took notice of my cousin at a family reunion on the 4th of July, 2006. I was 21 and she was 18. She had always been a cute girl but annoyed me and my other cousin, her brother, to no end when we were younger. Her name was Christina, though she goes by Christy. The reunion was at my parent's house on a lake near the small town of Milton, Delaware. My entire family loved to water-ski and the lake was perfect for it. The house was small, about 1600 square feet. It had a deck out the back that went down to a small dock with a 20' bow rider tied there. The house was next to a small community dock and picnic area that was used by the neighborhood. Today we were using it to have our reunion with my dad and uncle standing by a grill chatting and cooking burgers. My mom and aunts were sitting around talking about whatever they talk about when nobody's really listening to them. And me and my cousin, Christian, were trying to get Christy to tell us where she was going to college. Christian and I were going to be in our junior year at the University of Delaware.
Anyway, I noticed Christy talking to yet another one of my cousins, named Sara. Christy was a year younger than Sara though Sara had been brought up strictly religious and looked much older. As the day went on I began to look more closely at Christy. I had never really taken a good look at her before and realized now that she was hot! I stared at her and began to get hard and she eventually noticed, looked over and winked at me. This caught me by surprise and I blushed and went to get another drink.
I suppose I should describe what Christy looks like. She has slightly curled blonde hair that is a little beyond shoulder length. She has a perfect body with a round ass, flat stomach, and a pair of what I guessed, correctly, to be 34 C breasts. She stood about 5'6" tall and weighed 140 pounds. She also had the bluest eyes I've ever seen.
It was later in the day when everyone went water skiing that I really got a good look at her. She had been wearing a t-shirt and shorts but had now changed into the hottest bikini I'd ever seen. It was a bright pink and was just large enough to not expose anything or appear slutty. However, it did give a hint of the hidden treasures beneath. I had to quickly readjust my bathing suit to hide my rapidly expanding dick. As I was helping to ready our boat to go out I saw my dad raise his eyebrows in appreciation of Christy's bathing suit.
I was lucky and got to go first to ski and thanked god that the water was cold due to a recent storm. The cold water helped cool me down. When I got back into the boat after my run someone took my skis from the water for me. As I was climbing in I looked up and found my nose mere inches from Christy's bikini clad pussy. I quickly looked down and was again grateful for the cold water. Once I was in the boat I looked back at Christy who was getting ready to take her turn on the skis. She just said to me "Hey Alex, there really is a gorgeous view from the water here." She then jumped into the water before I could respond. I can only hope she meant the view of the lake and not the view I got when I was climbing back into the boat.
During her run Christy fell pretty hard and decided to quit for the day. I was already at the back of the boat so I was the one who helped her out of the water. As she climbed up I could swear she intentionally brushed her breast against my leg. But she just looked up at me and smiled innocently as she accepted my hand to help her into the boat.
It was later that night during dinner that she stood up and asked for everybody's attention. "I have something to announce" she said. "I was accepted to several colleges and have decided which one to attend. I have been intentionally keeping it a secret until I was sure and I am now ready to tell you all. I am proud to say that I will be joining my brother and Alex at the U of D."
"Good for you Chris!" said Christian.
"Yeah," I said, "This means we'll get to see each other more often. I'll show you around when we go back."
"Thanks Alex. I'm really excited to be going to the same school as you and Christian."
As she accepted congratulations from the rest of the family I took the opportunity to admire her beauty. Not just her sexual beauty but her individual beauty. She had a gorgeous smile and her hair was shining in the sunset. It made a beautiful picture just then when the first fireworks began to go off.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Christy? It's Alex. I was wondering of you still wanted that tour around campus."
"Sure."
"Awesome. I'll come by your place about two tomorrow."
"All right. See you Alex."
"See you Christy."
The next day I had just finished showing Christy around the campus as I had promised when I asked her if she'd like anything to eat or drink. She said yes so we went to a little café just off the campus.
"This is a nice little place. Do you come here often?" she asked me.
"Yeah. I come here pretty much every week. The food and coffee is good and not many people know about it. It's a great place to just relax. I usually try to bring girls here if I want to take them out on a date because the atmosphere is so nice and relaxing." I said.
"So does this mean you want to take me out on a date?" She asked.
"No! You're my cousin." I said. However, I had been unable to get the thought of her with the fireworks behind her and her beautiful smile out of my mind. I just thought she was so beautiful. I couldn't stop thinking about her.
"Hello. Earth to Alex." I brought myself back to the present. Damn, I thought, I was doing it again.
"What?" I said.
"I asked if you'd like to meet me here every week. We could catch up and just chill out together."
"Yeah, that sounds great." I said. "One week from today, same time?"
"Sounds good." She said. "I'll see you then."
And that's just what we did. Every week we would meet at the little café, chat and just relax together. And every time she'd ask if I was sure I wasn't bringing her there to ask her out. And every time I'd reply no, that she was my cousin. It was at one of these meetings several months later that we began talking about when we were younger.
"You know," she said, "I had a crush on you since I was thirteen." She giggled and blushed a little.
"I have to admit," I said sheepishly, "I always thought you were beautiful."
"Really? I'm not that pretty." She said.
"Yes you are." I said. "I know at least thirty guys who would love to go out with you."
By this time we had just about finished and were getting ready to leave so she said "Are you sure that you can't honk of thirty one guys?" She had been looking at me very pointedly when she said that and it made me feel a little uneasy.
"Maybe." I said. "I'll have to think about it."
It was later that same day that I called her and asked her out to dinner that Friday. She said yes and we arranged for me to pick her up at about six. Later that week Christian gave me a call to see what I was doing that Friday and ask if I wanted to find some girls with him.
"Sorry man," I said, "I already have a date Friday."
"Oh." He said. "Oh well. Some other time then. Who's the lucky girl anyway?"
"This girl named Christy who I met at my favorite café."
"Same name as my sister huh? Won't that make it kinda weird?" he asked.
"Nah. It doesn't bother me. After all, it's just a name."
"All right. Anyway, I'll see you later." He said.
"Later."
After I hung up I thought of a quote from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. "Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Christy was just a girl just like the thousands of others on the campus. It was our last name that would be our enemy if we did date. After all, incest is a crime in the US, not to mention being a major taboo. But that one quote cleared any inhibitions I might have had about going out with Christy. With that thought in mind I enjoyed the rest of my week as I waited for Friday night and my date with Christy.
When Friday finally arrived I couldn't wait for my date with Christy. I dressed casually wearing just jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket because the weather was getting chilly. I enjoyed the beauty of the campus as I went to pick up Christy but discovered that she distracted all my attention from the scenery. She looked beautiful in just a pink sweater and jeans.
"I've been looking forward to tonight." she said as we drove to the restaurant.
"Same here." I said. "I like our times together and Ironhill brewery, where we're going, has some of the best food in town."
"Great," she said, "I haven't been there yet but I've heard it's really good."
"Just wait," I said, "it's some of the best."
"Wow," Christy said, "that was an amazing meal."
"Yeah," I said, "I really enjoyed it too."
After our waiter had brought the bill and I had paid we left. It was still pretty early so we decided to just wander around the campus for a while. We walked in silence for a while when Christy said, "Brrrrrr. It's getting colder. I thought it was warmer than this."
"Here," I offered her my jacket, "this'll help." And I placed it around her shoulders. As I did so I could smell her perfume. It smelled as sweet as a rose.
As we were walking I noticed that she still appeared to be cold so I cautiously put my arm around her waist. She just leaned her head against my shoulder. As I was looking down at her she looked up at me and said, "Thanks Alex," and leaned up and kissed me on the lips. I was so surprised that I instinctively kissed her back. Before I knew it we were holding each other and kissing each other slowly and gently as two lovers would. This lasted for a while until I felt her tongue trying to enter my mouth which I let it do. We were kissing much more passionately by now, our bodies pressing together and our tongues dueling each other, battling back and forth between her mouth and mine. Her mouth tasted of the ice cream we had shared for our dessert. It was one of the most amazing kisses I've ever had.
"How about we get out of the cold?" I asked when we broke our kiss.
"Okay, let's go back to your place," she said. "My place is farther away."
"Sounds good," I said.
As soon as we were in my apartment and the door was closed we again embraced in a passionate kiss. "You know," she said, "I never said I stopped having a crush on you."
"Are you sure you want to be doing this? I mean we are related."
"Yes," she said, "you know that quote from Romeo and Juliet about how a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. I took that to heart. I don't care that are last names are the same or that we're related. What matters is what's going on here and now."
And with that she again kissed me and sent me to a whole new level of arousal. As we kissed I cupped her ass and enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressing into my chest. "Let's find somewhere more comfortable," I said.
"Okay."
We moved into my living room and sat together on the sofa. "You really are gorgeous," I said. She just smiled at me and winked.
"Then how do I look when I'm like this?" With that she removed her top exposing her bra clad breasts to my view.
She laughed when the only answer I could manage was to stare at her in wonderment. As we again kissed, with our tongues dueling in each other's mouth, I felt her breast and deftly removed her bra.
"I love you," I said, "and I mean that in every way."
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that." As she said that she too my right hand and placed it on her left breast. "Now please love me like you've never loved anyone before."
She stopped me from responding by clamping her mouth over mine in a loving kiss. I broke away from her mouth and kissed her neck, ears, and finally moved down to her breasts. I loved the feel of them in my hand and mouth. They were soft yet didn't droop at all and she tasted as sweet as she smelled. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth she let out a moan of pleasure and pushed her body against mine even harder. I kissed her breasts with fervor, switching between them with my mouth on one and my hand on the other.
Finally, she pulled me away from her breasts and kissed me before removing my shirt as well. I took control again and removed my jeans as well. The bulge of my cock is highly evident and she stares at it in fascination.
"You know," she said, "I'm still a virgin. I've given a few blowjobs but that's it."
"You know that's okay with me" I said. "I'll be gentle."
"I've never seen a cock as big as yours though" she said. "Can I touch it?"
"Yes."
She began to play with my cock through my boxers but my cock was starting to get really hard so I took them off leaving me naked before her.
"Wow," she said, "it's big. I'm not sure I can take all that."
"Don't worry. I'll help and it'll be easier than you think."
"Okay."
She began jacking my cock before gently kissing it on the head and sucking it into her mouth. I moaned as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.
"You're really good at that. There's more to you than meets the eye."
Her response was to suck harder and faster on my cock. I started gently thrusting into her mouth but quickly stopped.
"I'm too close to cumming" I said. "Now it's my turn to pleasure you."
As I said that I helped her removed her jeans showing her panties. She wasn't a slut, she wasn't wearing a thong, and as a matter of fact her panties were very plain. But I swear to this day that it was the sexiest sight I have ever seen. She was curled up next to me on the sofa wearing just a pair of panties and an innocent smile that said nothing of her true nature.
I kissed her again on the lips and ten began to slowly work my way down her body. I stopped for a moment to kiss and fondle her breasts before again moving down her body. As I reached her pussy I gently kissed it through her panties. I slowly helped her remove them and slid them off her long, slim legs completely exposing her pussy. She had shaved all of her hair except for a small triangle right above her pussy. I could already smell her sex and breathed in the heavenly aroma.
"You're beautiful Christy" I said.
"You mean it? I've never thought I was that pretty."
"Oh yes. You are."
And with that I dove into her pussy and began nibbling and sucking on her lips. She began moaning so I began to suck on her clit.
"Oh God yes!" she gasped as I nibbled on her clit.
I removed my mouth for a second and inserted a finger easily into her small snatch so I added a second. Her head fell back onto the sofa and she began to moan loudly.
"Oh yes Alex. Keep doing that!"
I obliged her request and continued with my fingers and added my mouth on her clit. This double stimulation pushed her over the edge and she came on my mouth and hand.
"OH GOD YES! Oh fuck my pussy with your fingers. Lick my clit! I'm cummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg!"
Her warm juices flooded my mouth as she came and I drank her sweet nectar as it flowed out of her pussy into my hand and mouth.
"Oh God Alex, that was amazing. I've never had that done to me before." With that she kissed me more passionately than I had ever been kissed.
We sat on the sofa and kissed for a while before I asked her if she was ready.
"Yes" she said. "I have wanted this for longer than you can possibly know."
"How do you want to do it? Do you want to be on top so you can control the speed?"
"Yes, that sounds good."
We position ourselves with her on top of me and my cock pointing straight up at her waiting pussy.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yes." And with that one word she impaled herself on my cock and took her virginity, crying out slightly from the pain. "I'm okay," she said before I could ask, "just give me a second."
"Take your time. If it hurts too much we can stop."
"No, I'm okay now."
She started moving slowly up and down on my cock, both of us enjoying the sweet friction that our bodies were creating.
"I feel so full" she said. "But it feels so damn good. Oh God that's good!"
"You're so tight. It feels wonderful."
She began to move faster on my cock, now truly fucking it. I was pushing up every time she came down causing our bodies to meld together as much as possible. I reached up and began to fondle her breasts, pinching the erect nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
Suddenly she screamed and started fucking me like crazy. "OH MY GOD! Yes! There, right there! Ohhhhhh I'm cumming!"
"Oh God Christy. I'm gonna cum too."
"Cum in me! Cum in me! I'm on the pill."
"Oh God!" I grunted as my balls released a massive amount of cum into her grasping pussy causing her orgasm to rise to new heights. Her pussy was milking my cock for every last drop of cum I had which I gladly gave it as our bodies smacked together in orgasmic bliss.
After our orgasms had subsided she collapsed on top of me. "Wow. Alex that was amazing. Thank you for making my first time so great."
"That was the best sex I've ever had" I said. "I've never cum that hard."
"Hehehe," she giggled, "I think you're still hard." She squeezed her pussy muscles around my cock and sent a thrill through my body.
And I was still hard. My cock was still in her pussy and just as hard as it had been when we were fucking.
"Well," I said, "looks like I'm ready for another round whenever you are
"Okay, but let's do it in the bed this time."
As soon as I pulled out of her our combined juices began to flow out of her pussy.
"I got it" she said. And she scooped up our combined cum as it flowed out of her pussy and brought it to her mouth and swallowed it. She made the whole process so sexy it made more cum leak out of my cock.
"Now look what you've done" I said.
"It's okay; I can take care of that too." And she sucked my cock into her mouth and sucked the last remaining bits of cum from my cock.
As we walked back to my bedroom we both made a quick bathroom break. When she came into my bedroom I was already on the bed waiting for her. She lay down beside me and I stroked her hair.
"You really are beautiful" I said.
She just kissed me in reply as I rolled on top of her. My cock was now pressed against her wet pussy.
"Put it in" she said. "I need you in me right now."
I inserted my cock slowly, teasing her. She moaned and I plunged myself fully into her.
"Oh yeah" she moaned, "that's good."
So we just slowly fucked for a few minutes before she started trying to hump me faster so I sped up my pace. I could tell she was rapidly approaching her orgasm from the way her pussy muscles were clenching my cock.
"Don't cum yet," I said, "if you cum like you did last time I won't last and there's something I think we should try."
She nodded and slowed down, though not much.
I quickly pulled out of her, much to her surprise and disappointment, and quickly got her in a doggy style position in front of me before I thrust right back into her.
"Oh. I like this" she said. "I like this a lot. Fuck me hard now Alex. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow!"
"Oh yeah. You like it when I fuck your wet pussy hard don't you? Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me hard" she said with a moan. I could tell the dirty talk was turning her on even more.
"Be more specific. Tell me what you want in graphic detail. Show me the true little slut you are with your language."
"I want my cousin to fuck me hard" she said. "Oh, I'm getting close to cumming again. Fuck me, fuck me Alex. Oh fuck yeah!"
Just as she was about to cum I took my index finger and pushed it against her ass while fucking her as hard as I could. As she began to cum my finger slipped into her ass. I began to fuck her ass with my finger in time with my cock.
"Oh GOD! What are you doing? Oh God I'm cumming again. Keep doing that. Just like that oh yeah." She began rubbing her clit furiously.
"Oh man Christy I'm about to cum again too."
"Do it in my mouth. In my mouth Alex." As I pulled out of her pussy she quickly replaced my cock with her fingers.
As soon as I stuck my cock in her mouth I felt a tightening in my balls. "Here it comes!" I yelled. Christy began furiously sucking my cock as she swallowed my cum that was entering her mouth almost faster than she could keep up. Even swallowing as fast as she could, some of my cum leaked out around her lips and dribbled down her chin.
After that we both collapsed onto my bed, exhausted.
"Wow Christy. That was amazing. You are the best cocksucker I know by far." I said.
"Thanks. You're right that was amazing. We'll definitely have to do that again soon. Right now we better get some sleep. It's almost 2 AM."
We kissed each other goodnight. I could taste some of myself on her lips but I didn't mind.
"Goodnight Christy" I said. "I love you."
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A Case of Bovid-19 Photomorph by TransformationMagic Deviant Art – “Case of Bovid-19” Used with permission for this story
The invitation had come in a gold seal pressed envelope. The finely scripted lettering, the delicate piece of tissue that fell out of the carefully folded envelope. It even smelled of lavender. Not that she felt she had to be one of the elites, but then again, she’d never seen an invitation like this one either.
She turned it over in her hands. The shimmer of the gold on the card. It even weighed heavily in her hands as she looked at the offer. An invitation to a party. No, not just any party, but a socialite ball for New Year’s Eve. Kate knew she shouldn’t go. The news was all over about this latest wave of cases. Nearly a million people turned into cows just in the US and Canada alone. She’d even watched one change live on the news. She shivered at the thought. Maybe she could be careful. After all it took time for a new virus to spread, didn’t it? And she’d be careful. A mask, no touching, all the safe stuff. She’d even gotten the vaccine, that would be enough? Wouldn’t it?
There just wasn’t any reason to turn down her chance to hobnob with people that could really make or break her career as an aspiring artist. Turning the card over she saw some delicate cursive on the back, a customized invitation from the one woman she’d never imagine would invite her.
Elaina was everything she wasn’t. Graceful, dark haired, rich, and very, very popular. They worked together at the office, both taking regular gigs, but it was clear that Elaina was there to rub elbows with the executives, while Kate found herself rubbing elbows with the creeps in the mailroom. Not that they paid her any attention if Elaina came down the stairs, immaculately coifed and almost sensual in every moment. Hell, it made Kate a tad wet watching her.
And that was how it started.
She sat biting her lip, waiting, and remembering as her leg bounced anxiously. The party had been everything she’d dreamed of. She’d shown up in her best dress and heels, with a delicate mask over her face. But the room was so crowded, and after a while they’d plied her with drinks. She wasn’t sure when exactly she’d let the mask slip all the way off, but she certainly had spent the evening laughing and dancing with cute men whose fortunes made her head spin. Maybe they’d remember her when she needed funding for some art. Then again, maybe she’d hope for them to forget her as she itched her nose, anxiously awaiting her turn with the physician.
Why had she been so stupid? She knew better. She pounded the sides of her head with her hands, feeling many of the reasons why she was here now.
“Kate?” The masked nurse called from the door.
Kate got up and carefully followed at a distance, her own mask pressed out, tighter than it should have been. The same was true for her pants, something that she was keenly aware of as she stepped down the hall into a room that had been converted to part of the makeshift clinic.
She obediently got on the scale, but refused to look at the number. She didn’t want to know; it certainly wasn’t going to be a hundred and ten like it used to be. The nurse was kind enough not to say anything, just a brief “Ah,” and she wrote down some numbers.
The blood pressure, her temperature, the nurse said little, and Kate just went through the motions wondering how long before the doctor would see her.
“Alright, off with your clothes. Panties can stay.” The nurse said, as she ducked out the door. “The doctor will be in shortly.” There was a rattle and a thump as the chart fell into the basket on the front of the door.
Kate would have wondered why this doctor was so old fashioned, but right now she didn’t care. She wanted these pants off. The button had almost cut into tender new flesh as she peeled herself out of them. The top was next. She hadn’t worn a bra; her breasts were too swollen and tender for that, but she still struggled with her shirt. The neck hole wasn’t large enough and she had to pull hard to get it over her ears. They twitched, setting her teeth on edge. She could feel their weight, the floppy heavy sensation that dragged on either side of her head. She could even feel them move with sounds. Her body shivered just a bit in the cool room, but that just drew more attention to the changes that were slowly consuming her. The jiggle of flesh that ran across the bottom of her belly, the swell of her breasts.
She wondered how long she had. Her tail had already grown in. She could feel it swishing behind her. Long and thick, with a delicate puff of fur that matched her hair and fuzzy ears. Worse, the fur was starting to spread. She could see the faint shadow on her lower legs, and it was already growing in across her shoulders.
A heavy knock came at the door.
Kate blushed slightly and crossed her arms over her breasts. “Come in.” She said cautiously.
The doctor entered, all in blue scrubs and wearing a mask that hid everything but his small wire rimmed glasses. “Miss, ah, Kate, is it? What seems to be the problem today… oh.” He gave her a cautious glance.
Kate looked at him, pleading. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it was just one night, and well I was vaccinated and um, I just…” She dissolved into sobs as he jotted down notes.
He took a seat in an old office chair and wheeled it over. “How long have you been changing?”
“Since the day after New Year’s.” Kate said with a sniffle, her broad bridged nose snorting slightly.
He reached over and pulled down the edge of her panty, revealing more of the four mounds that were slowly merging into a single udder. Right now, each looked more like a small pert breast, but Kate knew that eventually they’d swell into a monstrous hanging pink sack. She could feel his cold fingers gently palpating the flesh. She bit her lip slightly, but this time so she didn’t react to the sensation of his touch on her newest teat. She hated to admit it, but it felt good.
He looked over her carefully, even having her remove the facemask so he could get a good look at her developing snout. “Well,” he said eventually. “I have some good news, and I have some bad news.”
Her shoulders sagged. “I’m going to become a cow? Like all those other people?” Her mind spun to the people who had become mere cattle. She didn’t want to end up like them. She remembered watching the fights on the news about whether they were still people, or if the calves that they had begun dropping were people at all. The only good thing had been that dairy prices had cratered, but cheap yogurt hardly seemed worth it.
“Well, the good news is that the vaccine worked.” He said quietly, drawing her away from the anguishing thoughts.
“I thought the vaccine was suppose to make me not get it? How am I like this then?” She moaned.
He pushed his glasses back up over the bridge of his nose. “It’s designed to make you less susceptible to the disease, it’s not one- hundred percent. That’s why we asked you to mask and socially distance yourselves.”
“Does that mean I’m still going to become a cow?” She asked, afraid of what the answer might be.
“No, that’s the other thing the vaccine does. It makes the symptoms, in this case bovinization, less severe. You’ve gotten a pretty bad case, but if you’d not had the vaccine, well, you’d be in a pasture already.” He made a few marks on her charts. “So will I…” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to ask.
“Be cured? No. There’s no known cure, and you’re not quite done. I expect you’ll find some additional fur and mammary growth is still ahead, but it’s already slowing.” He tapped her udder again. “I’d suggest investing in a nice milker for those. Most girls end up needing one. I can write you a prescription so you can take it off on your health savings account.”
Kate wasn’t sure if she was happy or not at the news. Her body, now heavily bovinized, from her small horns, to her thick hips, was going to stay this way, or even get worse. Her tail twitched, reminding her that the alternative could be much worse, she could be prancing about a meadow on four hooves.
“Alright, here’s the prescription. Get some udder balm and cocoa butter too. It’ll probably double in size this week, and you don’t want stretch marks.” He handed her the papers. “There’s not much else to do, but I would suggest you avoid sex for a while. New cows are usually very fertile, and regular birth control doesn’t seem to be working as well. Plus, you can still spread the disease until you finish your changes, so that’s doctor’s orders. No sex, for, hmm, two weeks.”
Her mouth twitched downward. She’d already noticed the increased libido. She didn’t relish staying out of the sack while her body was craving it, but she didn’t need to have a baby, or was that calf, right now.
The doctor left, and she dressed. She paused to admire her new features in the mirror before the mask went back on. She couldn’t decide if she felt cute or disgusting. The big ears and the small horns mostly argued for cute. The growing udder was still cute, but soon? She wasn’t so sure. Her tail whipped around, reminding her of its presence again. That at least was cute, but she was going to have to do something about the fur on her shoulders. The snout though? The jury was still out, but she missed her old nose. She wiggled her toes, glad at least she still had them.
Finally dressed and ready she headed out to the farm-acy. A new bovid-19 center that catered to victims of this pandemic.
The milker sat on the couch, already pumping away at her growing teats. The doctor had been right, she had needed it. Already her udder was much larger than just three days ago, and while little else had changed, save her bust size, she could feel other changes too. Her body was chaffing under the restriction to not have sex. Kate was beside herself with horniness, and not just the pair she sported from her head.
She’d had nothing to distract her either, since she had to stay quarantined from work for another ten days.
The mail at least proved interesting. Another card came. The same fancy paper, the same delicate lavender smell that wafted up from the card stock.
She opened it carefully, wondering what it could say. The contents made her both blush and scream with rage. There in the corner was Elaina’s delicate scrawl.
We were so pleased to hear that you are now a lovely milk maiden. So much so that we’d like to invite you to another fete. A milky gala. As a guest of honor. Kate’s mind flashed back to that evening, the events muddled by alcohol and time, but she recalled something. No, she recalled more things. Elaina had never removed her mask that night. Nor had any of the other high society types. Just some of the invitees, like her. The men had laughed, teasing her as they danced, joking about changes and the future. Two and two came together in Kate’s mind. They’d planned this. They’d gotten girls together who knew they couldn’t resist that invitation, just to see if they could create fantasies for themselves, out of her body. She screamed, the bellow coming out almost a moo as she realized that she’d been set up.
She regretted going to that party, of ever meeting Elaina, or of ever taking a risk. And damn that woman if she was going to be their play thing. She was her own cow… um, woman! | null | [] | {
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The repetitive noise started rang around as my eyes slowly opened to the bright room. I was alone so it took a few moments to register what the noise was. The repetitive beep was a video call coming through on the phone but I couldn't immediately locate it. Eventually I found it and answered the voice call to be greeted by the face of Freya Mavor.
"Hey boss, you still in LA?"
"Yeah but I'm flying back this evening. Why's that?" I asked as I left the bed and started to make my way to the kitchen.
"Well the ginger slut told me she couldn't get you into bed last night so challenged me to instead. Guess I can't if you're not here."
"And why would you want to go and do something stupid like that?"
"Well I've heard a few things. One is how nice your cock is. Can I see?"
I looked at her with a quizzical look. We'd been a bit flirty during the making and release of my first filme but she had been in a long term committed relationship. The revelation of that ending a few days before had been surprising but I hadn't expected her to be so forward.
"I'm not too sure Freya. I mean, he's not exactly awake at the moment." I replied as I turned on the coffee machine.
"Maybe this will wake him."
I looked at the screen as Freya lowered it down to bare her pert breasts. Her hand rested on her pert breast and pinched her nipple making it harder. I could feel my cock start to get hard so decided why not? I moved the camera down to show my cock and could hear a gasp on the other side. I returned the camera to my face and could see Freya smiling.
"Fair enough, that is lovely. I'll have to arrange my schedule."
With that Freya terminated the call after giving me a wink. I chuckled at the interaction before picking up my coffee.
"Better get packed then."
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 10
Starring Daisy Ridley.
Featuring Felicity Jones and Freya Mavor
Mystery Celebrity Revealed
MF, cons, oral, facial,
It wasn't long after I got changed that they arrived to collect the car. I'd enjoyed my time driving the Porsche, my mind briefly returning to my experience with Kat Dennings earlier in the week, and I resolved to buy one when I could afford it. I took up my remaining time ensuring the house wasn't wrecked because I didn't fancy having to pay a repair bill when I got back to London. I text Daisy to find out where she was and it didn't take long for her to reply.
'I'm at the hotel, hurry up. I'm gonna be so wet for you.'
I muttered to myself as I heard the horn from Emilio's car. I picked up my small bag and walked out to his vehicle, putting my bag in the trunk before joining him up front. He pulled out of the drive and headed down the hill.
"Why am I picking you up so early?"
"Got an appointment in Malibu before I fly."
"Malibu? Jesus, you'll be cutting that tight. You meeting that Felicity girl again?"
I shook my head as I looked at him.
"Daisy."
"Oh. Well let's get you there, huh! I know some shortcuts I learned from some flip flop wearing fucker."
He spun the car around and we headed towards Malibu. It was a long drive due to traffic which gave us time to chat and catch up over the last few days events. He was impressed with my interactions with Summer and my experience with Elizabeth at the Marvel party. He told me about a similar experience he had in the past but noted it didn't improve his relationship with that person.
"Well I will wait and see if Elizabeth starts to like me or not."
"I would be surprised, she seems to dislike you because you're a cocky prick. I doubt sleeping with her is going to make you less cocky."
"Probably not but she liked my cocky inside her."
We both laughed at my terrible joke as we arrived at the hotel. Emilio placed the car in park and we headed around to the pool area, the same place where I met Felicity the week before. I quickly spotted Felicity who was relaxing in the sunshine but she was all alone. She looked exquisite in a British racing green bikini, her amazing body on full display.
"Jones."
She removed her sunglasses and looked up to me.
"Cole. I didn't order any delivery for deep dicking today."
"Afraid I'm not here for your use."
"Ah, my dear lady Ridley is finally opening them, huh? Is the perverted Mexican yours?"
I turned around to see Emilio chatting to two girls, one of whom was relaxing on her front with her thong clad ass in full view for him to stare at. I coughed to get his attention and called him over. His eyes lit up as he saw Felicity and what she was wearing.
"Hello my darling, I'm going to babysit you. Come here and rub some sunscreen in my back." she said as she tapped the lounger next to her. "As you for you, Cole, Room 77."
Felicity gave me a wink as she sent me on my way. I walked towards to the entrance to the rooms and peeked a view back over my shoulder. Felicity was quickly texting something on her phone as Emilio started to rub the screen over her shoulders. I studied the wall to see where room 77 was and quickly ascended the stairs. I reached the room to see a hotel worker standing outside. He appeared to be guarding the room and tuned to me as I approached.
"Richard Cole?" he asked.
I nodded my head.
"ID please?"
I looked at him confused before I grabbed my UK drivers licence from my wallet. It showed my face with my name, along with my address and date of birth. He handed it back to me before unlocking the door.
"Thank God, you're here. I can go home now. Enjoy... I guess."
I walked into the room and it was much larger than I expected. The lounge area was deserted but there was a sheet of paper on the coffee table. I sat down on the sofa and picked up the paper.
'Turn the telly on. Go to HDMI2 and press play on the second remote.'
I followed the instructions and an image of Daisy popped up on the screen. She was dressed in a pair of fishnet tights and a blazer but no top or bra on underneath. She wore a bow tie and a top hat on her head. The ever-present smile graced her face.
'Welcome Richard. I know this is a bit weird but don't worry, it's not a VR porn experience. I thought I could model a couple of outfit choices to help decide which is the best one to wear. The Zatanna look or..."
She clicked her fingers and instantly changed into a red bathing suit.
"Maybe the Baywatch look. Although you'd feel a bit short changed as I'm not blonde or stacked enough." She said as she grabbed her boobs and shook them.
"I have a better idea."
She clicked her fingers and appeared in the Princess Leia bikini.
"Too obvious?" she asked as she looked down. "Yeah, too obvious. Okay, one last look."
I wasn't too sure if she was speaking to me or whoever she was filming with but she clicked her fingers and appeared in a West Ham United football shirt. It was a ladies fitted version and her hand obscured the view of her pussy.
"A little birdie told me you were a fan and which guy doesn't want to fuck a girl in his favourite teams top?"
She spun around and and I could see her bare arse peeking out before she returned to face forward.
"Now all you have to do is turn the telly off and turn around to see what I chose."
I did as she asked and I was greeted by the view of Daisy dressed in a white bra and panty set, garter and stockings. The white material looked fantastic on her tanned body with enough see through material to give me a tease of what was underneath. Without saying a word, she walked around the sofa so that she could stand in front of me. I was able to get a quick peek of her arse and could see it was a French knickers style with half of her arse cheeks uncovered.
"Wow, you look stunning." I spluttered out as I looked up at her.
"Well I thought I'd teased enough so would put on something nice." she said with a smile. "Even better for you to take off."
She pushed my body back into the sofa and straddled my lap to get closer. She brought her lips down to my own and we drifted into a soft kiss. I thought it was a bit restrained but she soon parted my lips with her tongue and the kiss became more passionate. Her hands were placed on either side of my head and guided the kiss as her tongue thrashed around my own.
As the kiss went on, Daisy started to buck her hips a little and rubbed her panty covered pussy into my lap. She was a little off rhythm so I moved my hands from my side to her hips and helped guide her. As the rhythm became more fluid, I moved my hands around and squeezed her arse cheeks. This elicited as moan from her as our kiss continued. She broke this kiss and looked down at me.
"I've been waiting for this since I saw you on the plane." She whispered.
"You've been planning it this long?"
"Well I was gonna fuck you last week but the ex wouldn't leave in time. Then I had to go on that trip."
"And now?" I asked as she smiled down at me.
"Now you're mine."
As Daisy finished her reply, she pulled the bra to the side revealing her left breast. She wasn't endowed massively in the breast department but she had nice round areolas and beautiful small nipples. She pulled my head down to her breast and I took the nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it. A moan came from her lips and she rubbed her pussy into my lap with more fervor. Her nipple grew as it became more erect and I bit down onto the skin. To my surprise she moaned more as she seemed to enjoy the pain.
Daisy leaned down and kissed me on the lips again as her hands started to remove my shirt, her fingers running along my chest as it became uncovered. They lingered around my nipples as I shuffled the shirt off, leaving me topless. I quickly unhooked her bra and whipped it off to the side so her other breast was also revealed. Daisy continued to grind into me and her moans became louder as I lifted my hands to her breasts and gave her nipples a rub. I wanted to test her pain level and pulled on the two nipples.
"Oh God, yeah. Treat me rough, I've been a bad girl."
"What have you done?" I asked as I looked up at her, my hand still playing with my nipples.
"I fantasized about another man while I was getting fucked by my ex-boyfriend."
"And what did you fantasize about him doing?"
"Fucking me in the arse. Slapping me in the face with his cock.Treating me like his little whore."
"And are you his little whore?"
"I am now."
To highlight the point, Daisy grabbed one of my hands and lowered it to her panties. I rubbed the front and could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through, it felt like she was ready. I decided to play around with her a little bit first.
"Sounds like you've been a naughty little slut. And you know what naughty sluts get?"
Daisy shook her head as a smile came across my face. I moved her from straddling my lap to being bent over it. I didn't have to say anything but Daisy knew straight away what was going to happen. I raised my hand and brought it down onto her arse with a thud. An excited squeal came out of her mouth as she felt my hand touch her skin and she gave it a shake for me to provide a target. I brought my hand down again and left a little red mark onto her arse.
"Yeah, go on daddy, spank me! I'm such a naughty slut."
Buying into the dirty talk pleased me so I continued to spank her. I swapped over to other cheek and brought down a couple of quick arse slaps and the red marks starting to even up. Daisy looked head the entire time but I could feel that she had creeped her hand down to her pussy, playing with herself as I treated her arse roughly.
"God, I need your cock in me!" she moaned.
She tried to get up off my lap but I placed my hand on her back to stop her.
"You have to say please if you want to get up."
She looked at me and shot a wink my way.
"Please."
I released my hand and Daisy stood up off my lap. She walked around the sofa to the bedroom and I could see her starting to remove her panties. I didn't want to keep her waiting so I stood up and took off the rest of my clothes. Didn't think I would need to tease her as she had already seen me naked after I hooked up with Felicity for the first time. I followed in her wake and I could see her laying on the bed naked, she was on her side and I got an excellent view of her arse. She beckoned me over and opened her legs slightly for me.
I grabbed hold of my cock and slid it into her waiting pussy, she was already soaking wet. The teasing and foreplay had certainly done its job for Daisy. I kneeled at her legs and pushed myself into her while she continued to lay on her side. Daisy looked at me in silence and bit her lip as I continued to slide my cock into her. As the cock ran between her pussy lips, Daisy started to moan some more as we got into the rhythm a little bit more
"Oh God, it does feel good. Felicity was right."
"Did she say anything else?" i asked as I eased into her.
"That you know how how to pound."
We met eyes and I could tell she was ready to turn it up a little bit more. I moved my hands to hold her by the arse and knees and steadily increased the rhythm into her. The moaning of Daisy continued as I held onto her arse, it was easy to control the rhythm in the position she had chosen. My finger also started to slide towards her arsehole. Daisy's eyes were closed as I increased the rhythm and her enjoyment was obvious by the sounds coming out of her mouth.
"You're enjoying this, huh?"
Daisy opened her eyes and looked up to me. She nodded her head slightly and smiled at me, moans still coming out of her mouth. The smile got wider as she felt my first digit start to slide inside of her. I looked over her body to see her breasts bounce as I fucked her pussy. They were beautiful to look at. As my finger worked its way in and out of her arse, Daisy lifted her leg slightly. This adjusted the angle and I could feel the tightness of her pussy even more.
"Oh fuck yeah, use me daddy. Use me like a whore, fuck me like a slut!" she moaned.
I grabbed Daisy's leg and lifted it up to my shoulder as I increased the pace of my thrusting. Her breasts bounced more and the moans started to get louder, I had to take my finger out of her arsehole and hold onto her.
"Please yes, fuck me doggie like a fucking cumslut."
The sound of Daisy's voice was getting louder as my cock went into her pussy, a squelching sound happening as she got wetter. I was able to turn her onto her front without pulling out and Daisy pulled herself up onto all fours. I grabbed both hips and thrusted into her with power, the room filled with the thwacking sound of our two sweaty bodies hitting into each other. Daisy grabbed hold of the sheets on the bed to allow her to push back into me. Remembering her words from earlier, I grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked it back.
"Yes daddy, fuck me, fuck me, yes yes yes!"
I could feel how close she was getting so I started longer thrusts into her. The moans started to move into screams as she pushed back into me and her hand hit the bed as she felt my cock in her.
"I'm cumming, yes, I'm cumming!"
Daisy screamed through her orgasm as she continued to push back into me. A bead of sweat ran down her back before she collapsed onto the bed. She was breathing heavily to try and compose herself. She rolled onto her back and looked up at me. It was the first time that I saw her naked form in full. Her pert breasts rose with her breathing and her pussy was completely hairless. It was a nice neat slit with her clit poking out.
"Wow, that was worth the wait."
"Yeah it was. You're a dirty girl, huh?" I said as I looked over her.
"Why don't we make me a little dirtier?"
Daisy beckoned me over with her the curl of a finger. I shuffled my way over to her as she sat up and grabbed hold of my penis. She let out a little giggle as she moved her hand long my cock, ensuring it was at its full length. Daisy leaned in and devoured my cock in one go, her tongue running along the length as it passed.
"Oh god, your mouth feel so good."
Daisy moved her mouth up and down my cock as her fingers moved along my balls in a soft motion. She was an expert at sucking dick and I just watched as she mouth moved along it.
"Fucking hell, I'm gonna cum soon, this is too good."
This spurred Daisy on as she started to gorge my cock with an eagerness. She brought one hand up to jerk the cock that wasn't in her mouth while the other massaged the cock. She made a squishing sound as she sucked, the saliva in her mouth gathering up and spilling out a little bit. I knew I wouldn't be able to last with the power of her suction.
"I'm gonna cum in a second."
"Good!" Daisy said as she took the cock out of her mouth.
Her hand continued to run along my cock and balls as I started to feel them tighten. I closed my eyes as I was about to cum and could feel Daisy monouver my cock. The first load shot out with a great force and, when I opened my eyes, I could see that it had landed just on her nose. The rest of the cum followed and landed on several places on her face. She stuck my cock back into her mouth once the shots finished so she could swallow the rest. As it finally ended, Daisy took my cock out and smiled as she felt the cum started to slide down.
"That was wonderful!" someone said from behind.
We both looked to see Felicity watching us. She looked slightly flustered.
"Your little Mexican friend was very eager to taste my little English pussy. Shame I didn't have time to fuck him too but he was very good at making me cum."
"I'm glad he could be of service." I said as I sat down next to Daisy
"Yes, well he told me to ask you to hurry as you have a plane to catch."
I rolled my eyes as I turned to Daisy. She smiled at me and placed her hand on mine.
"You better be going then but this isn't the end. I'm not saying I want a relationship but I certainly enjoyed this. How about we take it fuck by fuck and see what happens?"
"That sounds like a good plan. I would kiss you but your covered in my cum."
"Return to sender!" Daisy said before grabbing my head and kissing.
A little bit went into my mouth as I felt her tongue massage my own. The kiss had the desired effect and my cock started to switch, a shame I didn't have the time to do anything with it. When the kiss broke, we could see Felicity standing next to me. She offered a hand and helped me off the bed before taking my place and licking the cum off of Daisy's face.
"You still taste nice." Felicity said to me with a wink.
I started to get dressed as the two Star Wars actresses got very comfortable with each other, Felicity's clothes were making a quick exit. I grabbed my shirt from just outside the bedroom and watched at the two as they kissed.
"Threesome when we're back in London?"
"No." Felicity answered.
"We don't share guys with each other, well not at the same time anyway." Daisy explained.
"I do know a threesome we can have though, if Daisy is willing to loan."
"We'll see, I quite like this penis. The person it's attached is alright I suppose." Daisy answered before giggling with her smile returning.
"Charming! I'll see you across the pond."
I turned around and exited the hotel room to leave the girls to it. I had to find Emilio who, I was in no doubt, would tell me all about Felicity. It was going to be an interesting drive to LAX.
Epilogue
Being dropped off at the airport was a much quicker experience that I had imagined. Emilio dropped me off at the door and wished me best, I promised I would get in contact when I was back in the States. Security took a little long to get through but there wasn't any apparent delay. For the several hours for departure, I sat down at the bar and decided to spend my time celeb watching. Early on I spotted Michael Fassbender and Alicia Vikander but it was slim pickings after that.
I boarded the plane towards the back of the queue as, being in first class, I didn't feel the need to be in any rush. The cabin wasn't full as I arrived but I did spot Alicia and Michael. I gave him a wave as we'd met previously and Alicia seemed to give me a strange look.
The stewardess walked me to the seat and I put my luggage in the overhead locker. I looked down and stopped in my tracks, sat in the chair was a mask. I instantly recognised it as the one worn by my secret liaison just a few days before at the sex party. I immediately looked towards Alicia but she had disappeared. I moved the mask to the side and sat down ready for take off. The time I'd spent in LA caught up with me and I quickly fell asleep.
I awoke a few hours into the flight as the map on the screen showed the plane over the Atlantic ocean. The mask was no longer on the side and I could feel the presence of someone sat next to me. I looked to see the girl from the party. My eyes shot to Michael Fassbender's seat and Alicia was nuzzled into his shoulder.
"Not a bad guess I suppose but she's got a hairier bush than me."
"Well why don't you take the mask off?" I asked as i turned back to her.
"No screaming like a teenage girl." she said as she dropped the fake American accent she'd used in our previous interactions.
I recognised the voice straight away and this was confirmed as the mask peeled away to reveal Emma Watson.
"Sorry I wasn't here for take off but the pilot offered to let me sit in the cockpit and I couldn't turn that down. Though you should has seen his face go red when I asked if I could sit on this lap." Emma said as she laughed.
"So why the masked parties?"
"Well I'm into some kinky shit, why do you think we fucked in the viewing room? I can't risk any of that coming out and ruining all of my good work. I learned at Brown early on how a little bit of sex can ruin a reputation. That prick couldn't wait to tell everyone how he fucked Hermione."
"So why are you revealing yourself to me? I could call The Sun when we land!"
She nodded her hand and dropped her hand to my crotch, gently stroking my cock through my clothes.
"This is true but Felicity and Summer vehemently argued that you could be trusted. I'm sure Daisy would agree considering what you did to her today."
"How do you know that?"
"Daisy confides in Felicity and Felicity can't keep her mouth shut. Much like her legs."
I laughed at her joke.
"So everyone is asleep and we're stuck in this tube for several hours. What say we get to know each other?"
The end.
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Ben carefully maneuvered his Jeep Wrangler Unlimited along the road looping through Newark-Liberty airport, fighting to avoid the hundred and one idiot drivers who'd obviously been dispatched to kill him – and his passenger.
"Moron," he growled, as yet another less-than-conscientious driver decided a turn signal and adequate space wasn't required before cutting across two lanes of traffic to enter the short-term parking lot.
"Easy, Baby," Gaby whispered, reaching over from the passenger's seat to touch his elbow.
He frowned as he looked up into his rearview mirror. Their trip to the airport – and the resulting exercise in patience for Ben – was required by Gaby's participation in a teacher's conference in Miami.
What, Ben wondered, did her bosses think people would learn while surrounded by sun, sand, and half-naked bodies down there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?" Ben asked.
"I'm sure," she answered. "You couldn't come back to the gate anyway. Security."
"Security, ha," he grumbled, loudly, as he merged into the lane leading up a ramp to the Departures area of Terminal C.
Though he was tired, he silently blessed Gaby for booking a Wednesday, early-morning flight. He hated trying to get to and from the airport during the rush hours, and on Fridays. The number of idiot drivers increased exponentially during those times.
Approaching the middle of the building, Ben spied an opening at the curb. He managed to pull into the space without further incident. They slipped from the vehicle, and Ben began removing the myriad luggage Gaby needed. She had a large wheeled suitcase, a smaller suitcase, and a backpack.
"Why so much stuff?" Ben asked no one in particular. "It's Miami. All you need is a bikini and some sunblock."
"I don't even need the whole bikini," Gaby said, with a grin, "just the bottoms."
Ben stopped unloading and stared at her for a moment. She winked at him as she reached for her backpack.
"Watch out you don't get sunburned," Ben cautioned.
Gaby stuck out her tongue at him and stood on the curb as he pulled out the suitcases. She wore black yoga pants, black, calf-high, leather boots, topped off with an oversized, gray Texas A&M sweatshirt.
Once Ben had the baggage on the sidewalk, Gaby moved close to hug him. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her petite, 5'2" frame off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him as they kissed for more than a minute.
"I have a plane to catch," Gaby whispered, breaking the kiss.
Ben returned Gaby to her feet. She reached around and squeezed his ass, as he looked into her brown eyes, and ran his right hand through the pixie cut dark-brown hair on her head.
"I'm going to miss you," he whispered.
"Be good," Gaby said.
"I can't promise that," Ben said, winking at her.
"Well, don't kill anyone on the drive home," she insisted.
"You never let me have any fun," Ben said, leaning over to kiss her again.
After the quick peck and a smile, she turned to pick up her backpack. Ben spied a Port Authority Police Officer moving slowly in their direction.
"I think I'm about to get shooed away," Ben said. "I'd better get going."
He turned to leave, but stopped, and spun to face her again.
"I love you, Gabriella Sarsaparilla Armadilla," he said, loudly, while taking two small steps backward.
A wide smile creased her face.
"I love you, too, Baby," she said.
He returned her smile as he disappeared around the corner of the Jeep. As he climbed into the driver's seat, Gaby began rolling her luggage toward the terminal. Ben watched the sliding doors close behind her before he pulled away from the curb.
Ben left the airport knowing he'd get home in time to grab a few more hours of sleep before getting up – again – to meet a new client. He'd tried to re-schedule this project so he could accompany Gaby to Miami. Unfortunately, the client's plans couldn't be changed, and – while in the process of buying a house – he knew the paycheck would be too substantial to pass up.
Late Friday afternoon, Ben sat in front of his computer, trying to write. He struggled to avoid the temptation of turning on the television, or checking his e-mail, or Twitter, or Facebook. As shadows slowly flooded his office, his cell phone rang. The ringtone let him know it was Gaby.
"City morgue," he answered.
"Hey, Babe," Gaby said, laughing. "What are you doing?"
"Writing," he said.
"So, you've been sitting there, staring at the monitor, arguing with yourself about the same word for the last 20 minutes, haven't you?" she asked.
"More like 30 minutes," he admitted.
She laughed at him.
"You know me too well," Ben said.
More long-distance laughter filled his ear.
"How's Miami?" he asked.
"It's nice," she said. "Very hot."
"Are you talking about the city, or the beach?" he teased.
"Oh, my Gods, you would not believe the bodies on the beach," she said. "Or, what some of the girls are calling bathing suits."
"Send me pictures, woman," Ben demanded.
He could almost see her rolling her eyes at him.
"Have you gotten much sun?" he asked.
"I was out for a few hours on Wednesday, but had meetings all day yesterday and today," she told him. "I'm hoping to get some more sun tomorrow."
"Mmmm, tan lines," he sighed. "I can't wait to see them...and lick them."
"Don't get me started," she warned. "I called for something else."
"Is everything OK?" he asked.
"Yes," she assured him. "Andy just called me and said she wanted to deliver some paperwork for the house. I told her she could bring them over to the apartment."
"Wow, that was fast," he said.
"She said to have our lawyer look over it; then we can sign it, and get it back to her," Gaby said.
"Sounds good to me," Ben said.
"Maybe you should take Andy to dinner," Gaby suggested.
"Uh," Ben managed to say, running a hand over the two-day growth of stubble on his chin.
"Shave quickly," Gaby said.
She really does know me too well, he thought.
"I'll try," he allowed.
"I have to get going, Babe," she said. "I have one more session for the day, and then I'm going out to dinner with the City University contingent."
"OK," he said. "Have fun."
"I will," she said. "I love you."
"I know," Ben said, hanging up.
He smiled, knowing if she were there in the room with him when he said that, she'd hit him. He saved his Word document, and then stood to head for the bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he shaved. Before he could strip off his t-shirt and sweatpants to hit the shower, however, he heard a long series of knocks on the apartment door.
Ben sauntered into the hallway. Since no one had buzzed from down at street level, he opened the apartment door expecting to see Whitney – a friend he and Gaby had played with a few times – or Mrs. Moynahan, the building's gossip monger, certified curmudgeon, and complainer-in-chief. The two women comprised their neighbors on the second floor. He hoped for the former, but sadly expected the latter.
Andy stood in the hallway, holding a thick brown envelope. She wore a khaki-colored trench coat. He was slightly shocked at her appearance – though it had nothing to do with her coat. Her normally dark brown pixie cut was now peroxide blonde.
"Hi, Ben," she said. "The downstairs door was open, so I came right up."
"Hey, Andy," he managed to say, looking at her hair.
"You like it," she asked, moving her right hand to her hair.
"It's...sexy," he said. "Very sexy."
The new color complemented her pale skin, he thought, and made her deep brown eyes stand out all the more.
"Yeah?" she asked, unsure of his answer.
"Absolutely," Ben assured her with a smile. "It was just unexpected. When I saw you three weeks ago, it was brown."
"I needed a change," she said. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," he said. "Please do."
Ben stepped aside to let her enter the apartment.
She slipped off her coat as she moved past him. He let his eyes run over her body. Skin tight, black, wet-look, pleather leggings hugged her athletic body, from her ankles to her waist. A tight white t-shirt nicely displayed her braless 34C breasts. He could detect the outlines of her dark areolas, and her hardening nipples, through the thin fabric. The shirt hung down just to the top of her ass, which the leggings displayed wonderfully – as if they were painted on her skin. Ben couldn't help but stare. Four-inch black leather ankle boots augmented Andy's 5'8" frame.
He closed the door and turned to follow the intoxicating scent of her perfume as she walked into the living room. She dropped her coat on the arm of an oversized red upholstered chair Gaby had named "The Ben Chair."
She turned and looked into his eyes as he approached.
"Here you go, my dear," she said, holding out the envelope.
He took it, surprised at the weight.
"A few signatures, a check, and the house is all yours," she said, smiling. "We'll be neighbors."
"This went a lot faster than I ever thought it would," he admitted.
"Well, my grandmother put a little pressure on her lawyers," she said. "She didn't want them to wrangle over every little item for the next six months."
"Thanks, Morgana," Ben said, referring to Andy's Nana, knowing an expedited sale would save he and Gaby a lot of money in lawyer's fees.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Andy said, looking around the living room. "I didn't know Gaby was away when I called."
"No, I was doing some writing, and was about to take a shower," he answered. "Gaby thought you might like to go out to dinner."
"In Miami?" Andy teased, lowering her head, and gazing up at him.
The look caused Ben's answer to catch in his throat.
"No, uh," he said, finally. "With me...somewhere around here."
"Could we start with dessert?" Andy asked, taking a step closer, and reaching out to touch him.
He looked at her lips, slightly pursed – as if wanting to be kissed.
"I'm a big fan of dessert," Ben said. "But, maybe we should wait."
She moved closer, pressing her body against his.
"I know you're attracted to me, Ben," she cooed in his ear.
"Of course, I am," he said, in a matter of fact manner. "What straight man wouldn't be?"
"No, it's more than that," she said. "It's more than just physical attraction."
He looked into her eyes, but remained silent.
"So, what's the problem?" she questioned, after a few moments, running her right hand up his chest. "It's not like we haven't fucked before."
"You shouldn't be doing that," Ben said.
"Why not, Ben?" she asked, playfully.
"Because Gaby's not here," he said.
"And, you can't fuck me without Gaby?" Andy teased.
"It's not a question of the physical act," he said.
"I know that," Andy countered, "we've already done the physical part."
"Yes, with Gaby there," Ben allowed. "Gaby and I play with others, or allow each other to play, but only while the other is there, or with permission."
Andy made the sound of a whip cracking.
"You poor boy," she said. "You're whipped."
He looked at her and smiled.
"No, it's not whipped," Ben said. "It's love. I love Gaby, and I won't do anything to fuck up our relationship. I trust her and she trusts me."
"Christ, Ben," Andy sighed. "My crush on you just got even bigger."
He laughed as she turned and walked over to her coat.
"Gaby gave me something to give you," Andy said, bending at the waist, allowing him an excellent view of her perfect ass.
She reached in a pocket, pulled out a small envelope, and handed it to Ben. He held it up to his ear.
"It's not ticking," he said.
"No, we used a digital timer," Andy said, with a wink.
Ben opened it, making as show of doing so cautiously, as if it might actually explode. Inside, he found a note. He recognized the handwriting as Gaby's.
Ben, You didn't think I'd head off to the sun and sand, and leave you with nothing, did you? Have fun with Andy. I love you. – Gaby PS: Don't forget the rules.
He laughed out loud.
"I love you, too, Baby" he whispered.
"Have you read this?" he asked Andy, holding up the note.
"I was there when Gaby wrote it," she answered. "We talked about things before she left for Miami."
"So, if you had this," he asked, "what was that little seduction scene about?"
"I was testing you," she said, smiling.
"Just you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she returned.
"Was it just you testing me? Or, Gaby, too?" he asked.
"It was me. Gaby didn't know anything about it, I swear," she said.
He looked at her for a few moments, remaining silent...thinking.
"Hey, what are the rules?" she asked, finally.
"What?" he asked, snapping back to awareness.
"When the three of us played together, Gaby mentioned three rules," Andy said. "And, she mentioned them again in that note."
"Well, number one is: I have to use a condom when having sex with anyone but Gaby," he said.
"I kind of figured out that one," she said.
"Number two is: When I cum, it's Gaby's," Ben continued. "That one is flexible. We usually play it by ear."
"Yes, we broke that one last time," Andy recalled. "And, it would be impossible to abide by that rule tonight."
He nodded in agreement.
"So, if we're gonna go to dinner, I need to hit the shower first," Ben said, slipping by her and walking back into the hallway leading past the front door, and toward the bathroom and bedroom.
"Hey," she exclaimed.
"Yes?" he asked, without stopping.
"What's rule three?" she demanded.
"Huh?" he teased.
"Rule three," she said, loudly, as he turned left, disappearing into the bathroom.
She hesitated for a few moments, then heard water running. She walked down the hallway. The bathroom door had been left halfway open. She entered without knocking.
Ben, already naked, stepped into the tub. He pulled the clear plastic shower curtain along the metal rod, separating them.
"Are you going to tell me?" Andy asked.
"What?" he said, lowering his head into the spray of hot water. "I can't hear you."
"Gaby told me you're a stubborn man," Andy said, watching him reach for a bottle of shampoo.
"You should know by now that 'stubborn' and 'man' are a bit redundant?" he asked.
She laughed for a few seconds.
"I thought you couldn't hear me," she said, reaching down to slip off her boots.
He didn't answer as he rinsed his hair. She stood up as he poured bodywash into his hand. While he ran his hands over his torso, she pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. Ben watched her through the curtain, admiring her breasts.
Andy turned away. Looking back at him over her right shoulder, she slipped her fingers inside the top of the leggings. As she pushed them downward, she bent over, giving him a full view of her now bare ass. He stopped washing himself and watched as she extracted her feet from the pleather.
She straightened her body and turned to face him once more. He could see her closely trimmed strip of dark pubic hair. His hands traveled downward and he lathered his lower body as she approached the curtain. She entered the tub and stood behind him, placing her hands on his back as he rinsed off.
He turned and pulled her under the spray of the water. Andy raised her hands to her hair. She opened her mouth to complain, but he stopped her voice with a kiss. Her hands fell to his shoulders, then to his hips as he wrapped his arms around her.
The kiss became more passionate, their tongues dancing, each pushing against the other. She moaned into his mouth as she embraced him, and leaned into him, forcing him back to the tile wall beneath the showerhead.
Andy reached down to grab his stiffening cock, stroking his length.
"Fuck," he gasped, breaking the kiss.
He moved his hands down her back. He turned her 90 degrees and slipped his right hand between her legs, finding her clit. Her body nearly doubled over as electricity shot through her every nerve.
"Yessss," she hissed, as he manipulated her roughly. "Gaby told me you have magic fingers."
"Did she?" he asked, rhetorically.
Steadily rubbing between her legs, he gave her several small kisses, and teased her by pulling back as she tried to kiss him in return.
"I can't believe how hot you are, Andy," he said, looking down her body.
She tried to nod, but her mouth fell open as two fingers pressed between her lips. Entering her slowly, they quickly becoming slick with her juices. As he went deeper, she released his cock and grabbed at his right wrist. He did not relent. Instead, he began increasing the force and speed of his movements, finger fucking her harder and faster.
Ben moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there. He worked his left hand in between her and the wall. Finding her ass, he slid his fingers over her cheeks. She moaned and he raised his head to look at her.
"Ohhhh, Bennn..." she cried. "Make me cum."
Her knees threatened to buckle and he pressed his body against hers to hold her up. She tried, struggling against the pleasure racing through her body, to wrap her arms around him – she failed, her hands finding his right bicep and left shoulder. Her nails dug into his skin. Behind, he gently poked the tip of his middle finger into her tight hole. Her body stiffened against his, and she held her breath for several seconds. As she relaxed, he gently but deliberately wiggled it deeper...advancing until he reached his last knuckle.
Only a minute later, her body began to tremble.
"Yes! Yes," she moaned. "I'm cumming."
Her cunt squeezed his fingers, making it difficult for him to move. He did not stop trying, forcing his fingers into her as she gasped for breath.
"That's right, cum for me," he demanded.
Her orgasm overwhelmed her senses, and her body convulsed violently. He fought to hold her securely as a cloud of steam enveloped them.
Ben gave her no time to recover, continuing to fuck her with his thick fingers. Again, she gripped his wrist weakly, as if trying to stop him. He would not be denied in his carnal quest to please her. Her second orgasm washed over her before the first had completely receded.
"Jesus," Andy whispered, several minutes later, when she finally managed to catch her breath, "Gaby wasn't lying about those fingers."
"I do what I can," he said, smiling.
Her right hand found the shaft of his cock. She stroked slowly, as he gingerly let his fingers slip from inside her. Her mouth fell open as they exited. He made sure her legs would support her, then twisted to rinse his hands in the multiple streams of water spraying from above and behind.
"What can I say?" he moaned as she squeezed his thickness. "I love making a woman cum."
"You do it very well," she allowed.
"Does that mean you want more?" he asked.
"Well..." she began, but trailed off.
"What?" he asked.
"Gaby told me about something you do to her sometimes," she said, obviously trying to control the excitement in her voice.
"What is that?" he asked, already sure he knew the answer.
Andy blushed and looked away. He didn't help her, wanting to hear her say it.
"She..." she stammered, "she told me you tongue her ass."
He smiled.
"I do," he granted.
She remained silent.
"Is that what you want?" he asked her.
She nodded.
"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" he asked.
"I don't know," she began. "I...just feel shy about asking for it."
"You? Shy?" he mocked.
He smiled as he stifled a laugh. She looked at him.
"And, now you want it?" he asked, pushing the issue.
"Yes," she said, with more confidence. "Will you do it to me?"
"I'd love to stick my tongue in that perfect ass," he said. "Turn around."
As she did so, he edged his way past her. He grabbed the bottle of bodywash and poured out a small amount, letting it drop onto her spine, right in the small of her back. She squealed as the green gel slowly oozed its way downward between the cheeks of her ass.
He used his left hand to lather her, pushing his fingers between her cheeks, brushing her asshole.
"Oh, God," Andy gasped.
Ben adjusted the spray to rinse her, then pulled her toward the back of the shower. He turned their bodies so that she faced him, and guided her backward another step. She nearly screamed when her warm shoulder blades touched the cool tiles. He carefully knelt in front of her and looked up into her eyes.
She reached out to put her hands on his head. He leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh. His hands found her ankles and moved slowly upward. Reaching her knees, he pulled at the left, lifting it. She bent her knee and he guided her foot to the edge of the tub, opening her legs slightly.
He moved his right hand between her legs, slipping two fingers inside her, as he pushed his tongue against her clit. She moaned loudly and pulled him into her.
Ben removed his fingers from her cunt, replacing them with his tongue.
"Oh, God," she cried, raking her fingers through his short hair.
His hands moved to her ass, and he squeezed her cheeks hard. She gasped for breath as his assault on her continued.
"Are you ready?" he asked, removing his tongue abruptly.
Andy looked down at him.
"I want to cum again," she said.
"Turn around," he ordered.
Her body trembled as she stared into his eyes for a moment before she complied.
"Put your hands on the wall," he said.
Ben put his hands on her hips and pulled, forcing her to take a small step backward. He placed his left hand in the middle of her back, pushing her until her chest made contact with the tile. Bending slightly, her ass poked out toward him. She looked back at him over her right shoulder as he grabbed her cheeks and spread them.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, moving his face closer to her, almost teasing her.
"Yessss," she whispered.
His lips made contact with her right cheek. He let his tongue trail over her skin for a moment, before he moved to her left cheek. Despite the spray of water hitting the wall behind him, he heard her breath catch in her throat.
For a second, he considered teasing her further, but his own desire urged him on. He pushed his face between the cheeks of her ass. Sticking out his tongue, he touched her little hole.
"Fuuuuck," Andy cried, raising herself onto her tip-toes.
He pushed his tongue against her as he maneuvered his right hand between her legs. His fingers found her wetness, and he again thrust two inside her. Her body stiffened for a moment, then began to shake. Her breath came in deep sobs as her ass shook against him, and she clawed at the tiles.
"That was fast," Ben said, pulling back and looking up at her.
"Don't stop! Don't stop," she pleaded, reaching back for him.
He moved his face back to her. Her body jumped as his tongue again found its target. The fingers of her right hand raked through his hair. He struggled to wiggle his tongue between her cheeks, while also trying to hold her in place as she squirmed.
Barely a minute passed before her body convulsed, pushing her butt back against his face.
"Jesus! Oh, Jesus," she moaned. "Oh, Ben!"
He continued moving his tongue and fingers as she came yet again. Her knees nearly folded, but he held her between himself and the wall. She reached out to grab the shower curtain, nearly ripping it down.
As her breathing slowed, Ben removed his tongue from her skin. He let his fingers slip from inside her. Feeling her try to steady herself, he carefully stood up, planting kisses along her spine as he did so.
She looked at him. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She tried to turn toward him, but he held her in place, pushing his body against hers. He kissed her lips, and then her cheek, before moving his mouth to her ear. He whispered.
"Yes," she whimpered. "Anything. I'll do anything you want, Ben. Just fuck me. Please."
She reached back, slid her right hand between their bodies and grabbed his erect cock. She stroked up and down his shaft several times, then guided his hardness to her. His mind clouded by desire, he wanted nothing more than to be inside her.
The tip of his cock slipped between the cheeks of her ass. They both gasped at the sensation. He shifted his hips, nudging the head against her asshole.
"Do it," she demanded, moving her hands to her ass and spreading her cheeks for him.
She shook her bottom and pushed back toward him, trying to take him inside her. He grabbed his shaft with his right hand as he pushed forward.
"Oh, God, Ben," Andy moaned, as her asshole stretched to accept his head.
He switched hands on his cock. He moved his right around her body and between her legs. Her body went rigid as his fingers danced over her clit.
"More," she ordered, straining her arms to claw at his hips.
Moving forward steadily, he penetrated another inch, before stopping. He waited a few moments, then pulled back a fraction of an inch, and again slid himself into her, going deeper this time.
"Keep going," Andy growled, moving her hands to the wall. "I want it all."
Ben repeated his actions, carefully advancing himself into her a little at a time, and struggling to control himself as he did so. He groaned at the feeling of her ass enveloping his cock – the heat, the tightness, the way she gripped him.
By the time he managed to work his entire length into her ass, her body was trembling against his. He slipped his left arm between her and the wall, holding her tightly as he began moving his hips faster. Her body threatened to double over each time he pulled back, the suction driving them both toward orgasm.
Andy's breath came in deep gasps, her hands balled into fists, and they both grunted with each thrust.
"Yesss," she said, forcefully, "fuck my ass."
He tried to whisper in her ear, but his brain found it impossible to focus long enough to form words. His empty breath blew across her cheek. Ben knew he couldn't last much longer. He continued pumping himself into Andy, fighting a losing battle against his own body, and manipulating her clit.
"Andy," he moaned, before his voice trailed off.
She knew.
"Cum in me," she cried. "Give it to me."
"I..." he began as he reached the point of no return.
He squeezed, crushing her against his body as he convulsed, firing stream after stream of cum deep into her ass. His orgasm pushed her over the edge once more. She screamed as she came, again scratching at the tiles in front of her.
Ben felt as if every ounce of his strength was flowing into Andy. His knees nearly buckled as he held her, their bodies still shuddering. They tried to remain motionless as their breathing slowed and their heart rates returned to normal. Andy turned her head to look at him.
"Ben, I am fucking yours," she said. "Anything you want, I'll do it. I swear."
He looked into her eyes, knowing she was serious.
"That was incredible," he whispered.
She smiled, and tried to press her lips to his as he leaned against her. A thought flashed danger red in Ben's mind. His head fell to Andy's right shoulder and shook side to side.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
He lifted his head to look at her.
"Rule one," he said.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm supposed to wear a condom if we fuck," he said.
Andy sighed.
"Don't worry. Gaby will never know," she said. "I won't tell."
"I'm not worried about you telling," he said. "But, I know what happened."
Ben twisted his body, moving his hips just enough to allow his softening cock to slip from her ass. A low moan escaped her lips.
"Even for this?" she asked, a moment later. "I mean, it's not like I'm going to get pregnant this way."
His mind was still swimming in the sea of pleasure following his orgasm. He tried to think about what she'd said. It seemed like a good point.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
She nodded and he withdrew his hands from her body, letting her stand on her own. She turned to face him, then leaned in to kiss him.
"I've never cum that much in my life," she whispered, when their lips parted. "I lost count."
"I'm happy I could help," Ben said, smiling.
"Hey, did you say something about going to dinner?" she asked, as she cleaned herself.
"I vaguely recall saying we could go eat," he answered, doing the same.
The hot water ran low as they finished. Ben grabbed her. She screamed as he playfully pushed her toward the rapidly cooling spray of water.
"Don't you dare," she yelled, and tried to escape his grasp.
He held her for a few more seconds, then let her free, avoiding a cold water shock. They dried off and dressed languidly, taking their time, stopping a few times to kiss. After asking what kind of food she'd like for dinner, and loaning her one of his hockey jerseys to wear over her t-shirt, they climbed into his Jeep and set off for Ben's favorite diner.
"Are you going to answer my question?" she asked, as they ate.
"Which question is that?" he asked in return.
"You know exactly what I mean," she countered.
He smiled as he slipped a cheese and gravy covered French fry into his mouth.
"Rule three," he said, when he finished chewing, "is: If I fall in love with someone we're having sex with, and leave her, Gaby will rip my balls off."
"Ouch," Andy said.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"Has that been a problem in the past?" she asked.
"Never," he answered, truthfully.
"And, now?" she asked, giving him that look again, entrancing him with her eyes.
"I...," he began, then paused.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she wondered what his delayed answer might be.
"How about those Rangers?" he asked, clumsily trying to change the topic.
She considered this for a moment.
"Why are you afraid to answer that question?" she pressed.
Ben knew he could not give a truthful answer without causing a problem. He thought for another minute while she waited.
"Look," he said, finally, "I like you...very much. You're beautiful. You seem to be a good person. You're smart, and funny, and fun. And, we obviously have a scary chemistry."
She remained silent.
"And, that hair is driving me crazy," he added.
Andy smiled.
"So, what does all that mean," she asked.
"I don't know," Ben said, slowly. "Like I said before, I love Gaby."
"OK," Andy said, unsure what to make of Ben's answer.
They finished eating in silence.
The drive back to the apartment took only a few minutes. They arrived after dark. In the dim light shining on the back door, Ben fumbled with his keys. Andy leaned against him, letting her breasts brush his arm.
"Come on, Ben," she teased. "Get it in the hole."
"Oh, I'll get it in," he said, sliding the key in and turning.
They stepped through the doorway and Ben let Andy take the lead going up the steps. Knowing he was staring, she lifted his jersey and her t-shirt, allowing him a better view of her pleather clad ass.
"Women know 'gentlemen' let us go first so you can stare at our ass," she said, looking back at him over her right shoulder.
"That's true," Ben admitted. "Can you really blame us though? A nice ass makes life worth living."
She stopped in the middle of the stairway.
"I can't argue with that," she said.
"Man, these pants are terrific," Ben said. "I mean, they've got to be the greatest pants ever invented."
"You're a perv," Andy laughed.
"Yeah," he agreed. "But the guy who invented these should get a Nobel Peace Prize, or something."
Ben reached out to run his hands up her legs to her cheeks. A moan escaped his lips. She returned the sentiment. He squeezed, then turned his hands to slip his thumbs between her legs.
"You are a dirty boy," Andy whispered.
He moved his fingers back and forth over her lips through the pleather.
"Did you mean what you said...about doing anything for me?" he asked.
Their eyes met.
"Yes," she whispered. "Why?"
"There's something I want?" he said.
"I thought you got what you wanted before we got out of the shower," she teased.
"I want something else," he said.
"Anything you want," she said, slowly and deliberately enunciating each word.
He pushed her, gently urging her up the stairs. As they reached the top and turned right, entering the hallway leading toward his apartment, Andy stopped short and Ben bumped into her from behind. He looked past her to see Mrs. Moynahan. He tried to avoid letting his face betray his disappointment.
"Benjamin," Mrs. M said, acid dripping from her tone.
"Hello, Mrs. Moynahan," he said, quietly.
The eyes of the older woman traced over Andy.
"How is your fiancé?" she asked.
"Oh, she's doing well," he answered, while moving Andy past her. "She's in Miami until Sunday."
"And, you've got...company," Mrs. M observed.
"Well, you know what they say," Ben said, smiling, "when the cat's away..."
Mrs. Moynahan shook her head and let out a loud harrumph, before walking into the stairway. Ben couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard her mumble the words "heathens," and "fornicators."
"I'm certainly not going to miss her," he whispered.
Andy stifled a laugh as she and Ben continued to his door.
"So, my dear," Andy said, once he'd closed the door behind them. "What filthy little thing would you like me to do?"
As he led her to the living room, he laid out what he wanted. He took a seat in "The Ben Chair." Andy leaned over his body.
"You are a kinky boy," she whispered, in his ear.
He nodded as she stood up. She looked down at him and frowned.
"Well, you're not going to get what you want with your clothes on," she said. "Strip!"
Ben stood up and began removing his clothes. Andy walked toward the bathroom. As Ben finished undressing, she returned with a medium-sized towel. She dropped it on the arm of the chair, as Ben sat down again.
Andy stood in front of him, letting her hips sway back and forth seductively. She grabbed the bottom of the hockey jersey, pulling it up over her head, and then dropping it into his lap. Her t-shirt followed. She spun around and bent over. He leaned forward and placed his hands on her ass as she took off her boots. He squeezed her cheeks as she straightened her body.
"You like that ass?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder.
He nodded, dropping his hands, and leaning back in the chair. Andy turned slowly, moving her body as he watched. She sat down in his lap, placing her hands on the arms of the chair, and rubbed her ass back and forth along his hardening cock. Ben moved his hands to her hips, holding her as she moved. Andy lay back, her back to his chest, and rocked her hips side to side, feeling his thickness between her cheeks.
"Ohhhh, Ben," she cooed.
She placed her hands on his, and then pulled them up her body to her breasts. He squeezed as her hands remained atop his. Turning her head, they kissed as she writhed against him.
"So, nice and hard," she whispered, breaking the kiss.
He nodded. She pulled his hands away from her breasts and let her body slide down his. She twisted around and knelt on the floor between his legs. Her hot breath flowed over his balls as she moved close to him. Once more, she gave him that look, her head tilted down as her eyes looked up at him.
"You're gonna kill me with that look," Ben said.
She smiled and moved upward.
"Well, maybe just a little death," Andy whispered, making reference to a French term – le petit mort.
The tip of her tongue touched his head and his body jumped.
"Easy boy," she laughed, putting her hands on his hips.
He moaned as her tongue trailed down his shaft to his balls. She planted small kisses as she moved back upward. Reaching the top, she took the head of his cock between her lips.
"Fuuuck," he moaned, as her tongue flicked over the tip.
She took more of his now fully erect cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her right hand moved to his shaft and she stroked him as she worked him deeper and deeper. His breathing quickened and his fingers clutched at the arms of the chair.
His shaft became slick with her saliva. She removed her mouth from his cock and watched his face for a moment as her left hand joined her right on his shaft. Gripping him tightly, she began rubbing up and down with both hands.
"Are you gonna give it to me, Ben?" she asked, as she lowered her mouth toward his scrotum.
She didn't see him nod. Her tongue massaged his balls through the wrinkled skin. The excruciating combination of pain and pleasure made his body squirm under her. Again, she took his head in her mouth. He moaned loudly and grabbed at her, letting his fingers rake through her bottle blonde hair, then fall to her bare shoulders.
She sucked him hard, her hands matching the tempo, as her mouth moved up and down. His hips involuntarily lifted of the chair, trying to force more of himself into her mouth. She moaned around his cock, driving him inexorably toward the edge of orgasmic oblivion.
"Cum for me," Andy demanded, letting him slip from her mouth.
She let her breasts brush his cock for a long second as she stood up. Spinning around, she lowered herself onto his lap, her ass resting against his balls, leaving his shaft exposed. Reaching back to grab at his cock, her fingers slipped off the wet skin.
"Do it, Ben," she ordered. "Anywhere you want."
His right hand moved to his cock. His knuckles rubbed against her pleather covered ass as he stroked himself fast and hard. She took his left hand in hers. Their fingers intertwined and they both squeezed.
"Get on the floor," he grunted.
Andy released his hand and dropped to the floor, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Ben slipped off the chair and moved up behind her, pressing his hips against her ass. He planted his left hand in the middle of her back and pushed her down until her chest touched the floor, leaving her ass up in the air. Ben's right hand moved quickly now, his knuckles banging against her asshole as he jerked off. She slipped her right hand back between her legs and rubbed her clit hard and fast. She, too, was close.
"Ohhhh, God," Andy sighed.
"I'm gonna cum," he cried out. "I'm gonna..."
"Yessss," she yelled, trying to look back at him. "Shoot it all over me, Ben!"
Even as she gasped for breath, she stuck out her tongue as if wanting to catch some of his semen. He bowed over her as his body bucked violently. A long stream of cum shot from his cock, and landed on her skin, stretching up to her right shoulder blade. This drove her past the point of no return. Her body stiffened, then shook as an orgasm exploded through her. She moaned loudly.
"Fuck, yes," he grunted. "Andy!"
She struggled to stay upright, pushing back against him as he ejaculated again and again. Ben fought to pull back a few inches, spraying sticky cum onto the ass of her leggings.
As his body relaxed, he leaned against her, his weight forcing her down flat on the floor, even as her body continued to shake. He lay on top of her, feeling her tremble while her orgasm faded slowly. His own body quivered as aftershocks rolled through him.
He let out a long breath, then carefully rolled to his right, flipping onto his back. Andy looked at him, she reached out to take his hand. They did not speak or move for several minutes.
"Is that what you wanted?" Andy asked, when her breathing returned to normal.
He nodded, before raising his head to look at her body. They were both covered with his cum. In a few places he could see the milky fluid smeared on her black leggings.
"That is fucking hot," he said, hoarsely.
She put her right hand on his chest and pushed him down again. Moving closer, she kissed his chest. Coming to some of his semen, she licked it up.
"Mmmm," she said. "You taste good."
He moved his left hand toward her. She lifted her upper body, allowing him to slide it under her. Lowering herself, she lay on her stomach, resting on his arm, with her head on his chest. They lost track of time as they cuddled on the cool – now sweaty – hardwood floor.
"Should we get up?" she asked, finally.
"Absolutely not," he said. "We should never move from this spot."
Five more minutes passed before Ben sat up. He reached out for the towel Andy'd brought from the bathroom. Gingerly, he wiped off her back, and her leggings, before cleaning himself.
"Did you get it all?" she asked.
"I think so," he said, inspecting her closely.
"You can put more on me anytime you want," she whispered.
"Feel like heading to the bedroom?" he asked, struggling to stand up.
"Absolutely," she said, with a smile.
Ben helped Andy to her feet and led her down the hallway.
Saturday morning, Ben's cell phone rang. He and Andy were spooning, his chest against her back. Without opening his eyes, he rolled over and felt for his phone on the nightstand. After a few seconds of fumbling about, he opened one eye, squinting against the sunlight coming through the window. As he picked up the phone, he caught sight of the alarm clock – 10:53am.
"Hello," he managed to say, more asleep than awake.
"Hey, Babe," Gaby said.
"Hey," he said, still clearing away the cobwebs of sleep in his brain.
"Are you still in bed, lazybones?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Mmmm, hmmm," he allowed.
"Is Andy still there?" she asked.
He opened both eyes and looked at the other side of the bed. He gazed at Andy's bare shoulders, then her chest, as she rolled over toward him.
"Yes," he said, with a smile Gaby could almost hear.
"I take it you two had fun?" she asked, rhetorically.
"Oh, yeah," he said.
"Is she awake?" she asked. "Let me talk to her."
Ben handed the phone to Andy.
"You skank," Gaby said, loudly, when Andy answered. "What are you doing with my man?!"
Andy burst out laughing while Ben looked on, left wondering what could be so funny. It took several seconds before Andy could respond.
"I'm doing all the dirty things he likes, bitch," Andy said.
Ben's eyes went wide. The two women talked for more than a minute while Ben watched helplessly.
"You better stay away from my baby daddy," Gaby warned, before Andy returned the phone to Ben.
Gaby was still giggling when he again greeted her.
"Women are going to be the death of me," he said.
"Oh, you love it," she said, "two hot chicks fighting over you."
It was Ben's turn to laugh. They spoke for several more minutes.
"I guess I'd better get dressed and do the 'walk of shame' out of here," Andy said, after Ben hung up.
"Want to get breakfast first?" Ben asked, smiling.
Andy leaned against him. She kissed his lips, then moved down to his neck. Without stopping, she trailed her tongue down to his chest.
"That's not exactly what I had in mind," Ben said, letting his fingers trace over her skin as she moved lower, "but, this is good, too."
Sunday morning, Ben arrived at the airport with enough time to park his Jeep and go inside. He'd printed a sign – Gabrielle Sarsaparilla Armadilla – to hold for Gaby. His mind turned over and over while he watched the numbers change on the flight status board.
She smiled when she caught sight of him. Carrying her backpack, she ran and jumped into his arms, knocking him backward a step as he struggled to catch her.
"I missed you, Baby," she said, a minute later, when she broke their kiss.
"I can tell," Ben said, smiling. "Have you been doing your special exercises."
She laughed at him.
"We need to get home fast," she said, looking into his eyes.
"OK," he said. "Should we get your other bags first?"
"Fuck 'em," she whispered.
He began to laugh, but she stopped him with another kiss. It took a full minute – and the disapproving or envious stares of several people around them – before they moved off toward the baggage claim area.
The drive home went slowly. The airport and the highway were busy; full of people returning from weekend trips. Gaby chatted about the conference – saying she'd picked up one or two things she might try in her classroom – and about Miami. She noticed that Ben was remaining quiet – quieter than usual.
They decided to grab some Chinese takeut for dinner. Sitting on the couch, they ate, and watched TV. As they cleaned up their dishes, Gaby brought up the subject she sensed Ben had been avoiding.
"So," she asked, standing at the sink, "how is Andy?"
He hesitated for a moment.
"She's good," he said, finally.
"You guys had fun?" Gaby asked.
"Yes, we did," he allowed, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"You don't sound sure," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder.
"Oh, we did," he said. "Several times."
"Then what's wrong?" she asked, quietly
"We...I...broke...some of the rules," he said.
She turned to face him.
"Some," she questioned, walking over to him.
He nodded.
"Well, I knew you'd have to break rule two," she said. "I was 1,000 miles away."
Another nod.
"And, rule one?" she asked.
He explained what had taken place in the shower the previous Friday. She thought for a moment.
"OK," she said. "On a technicality, since it was anal penetration, not vaginal, you're safe there. I mean, I don't have to worry about Andy getting pregnant, right?"
"Right," Ben confirmed.
She went quiet for several seconds before proceeding.
"What about rule three?" she asked, cautiously.
He looked up at her and reached out to take her hand. He pulled her to him.
"I'm really attracted to Andy," he said.
Ben felt Gaby's body stiffen. Her hand tried to withdraw from his.
"What..." she began, hesitantly. "What does that mean? Do you love her?"
"Yes and no," he said.
She looked at him quizzically.
"On some level I do," he allowed.
"Are you saying you're going to leave me?" she asked.
"No," he said, emphatically. "The feelings I have for Andy only clarified what I feel for you, Gaby."
"And, that is?" she asking, prodding him.
"I love you," he said. "Like no one I've ever known. I just wanted to tell you how I feel, because I want you to trust me, and believe me when I tell you I love you."
"Do you feel guilty?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, truthfully.
"Are you sorry?" she asked.
"Yes, of course," he said. "I don..."
"Then say it," she ordered, cutting off his statement.
"I'm sorry, Gaby," he said, quietly.
She looked down at him for a few moments, and then a wide grin spread across her face.
"You big dummy," she said in a whisper, crawling onto his lap. "I knew you were attracted to Andy. I could tell the moment I introduced you to her."
He looked into her eyes as she put her hands on his cheeks.
"I know you better than you know yourself," she said, laughing. "And, I never would have let Andy come over here if I didn't trust you."
"Why you dirty little..." he began. "You know what happens when you tease me."
"I could've asked any of our friends to come over," Gaby said, "Whitney, Kate, Denise...even Brit."
He tilted his head at the way her voice changed when she said Brit's name.
"Yes, I feel the same way about Brit," she said. "I love her. But, I don't love her the way I love you."
He hugged her body to his, squeezing tightly.
"I've told you, I'm your girl and you're my guy," she said. "I'm not letting you get away."
He turned his head and kissed her, long and deep.
"Mmmm, you taste like sesame chicken," she said, standing and pulling him to his feet.
"You taste like eggroll," he countered, following her to the bedroom. | Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 09 | [
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Text: I was new to the class and although I was feeling awfully nervous and unsure, it was a wonderful day for me the moment I entered the classroom, for I saw one of the most beautiful girls in the whole world. She had dark blonde hair and green eyes and lips like Angelina Jolie. I spotted her the minute I entered and I caught her attention right away too.
Several other girls were standing around her and I immediately realized that they were making fun of her. What seemed most unfair was that they kept calling this beautiful girl "frog face". Even though I knew this might make me unpopular with most of the class, I decided to help "frog face" out. I told them to leave her alone and that she looked better than all of them together. They were confused as to who I was, so they didn't respond right away. Then the first of them started laughing and chanting "he loves frog face", but another girl came over and told them to get lost and apparently, they respected her, for they left the three of us to ourselves.
"Hey, thanks... I was hoping they'd have forgotten over summer, but apparently not. What's your name?" – "Jamie. I'm in your class now..." The other girl spoke up: "That was cool of you to help Elizabeth. Those jerks just don't know that it stopped being funny like years ago..." Suddenly, the bell rang and it was time for our first lesson. Over the course of the day, I spent the lessons thinking about Elizabeth and the situation with the others making fun of her; during the breaks, I hung out with her and her friend, who I learned was called Victoria. I thought about why they liked to call her "frog face" and I had to admit that she did slightly resemble a frog because of the ways her eyes bulged out just a bit and because of the shape of her head. But still, if she looked like a frog, then she looked like a beautiful one. I knew I was in love. A few weeks later, I no longer felt awkward in the class; the others had started accepting me quite soon and none of the girls was upset about me having stood up for Elizabeth. I still hung out with her and Victoria most of the time, but I also started getting to know some of the other people in the class better. One girl I had a chance to talk to particularly frequent because we lived nearby and often walked home together. Her name was Michelle and she wasn't unattractive either, to say the least. I don't want you getting the wrong impression about me, though – I'd say Elizabeth was the girl I was most interested in... but you can't help noticing other girls, can you?
The funny thing is, it was Michelle who would bring Elizabeth and me closer together. It all started on our way home from school one afternoon. Out of routine, Michelle referred to Elizabeth as "frog face" again. I asked her why she kept calling her that. "Oh right, you actually came to her defense on your first day... I know, it's not fair... but we never meant any harm. I mean, if she hadn't done that thing with her cheeks, we would never have thought of it." I was confused. "What do you mean? What about her cheeks? I thought you were just saying it because she kinda looks like a frog..." Michelle laughed. "See... you think she looks like a frog too! But anyway... no one told you? Oh... this is a classic story... can't believe you haven't heard about it! We were decorating the classroom once and a couple of us were busy blowing up some balloons. It wasn't easy... you know what it's like with some balloons... you just can't start blowing them up. Well, Elizabeth was having some real problems as well. Suddenly, one of us – I forget who – points at her face and calls out something like 'Elizabeth's got a frog face!' and that was all it took..."
I didn't fully understand. "You mean just because she had puffy cheeks or something, you..." Michelle interrupted me: "No, no, no... we're not just talking puffy cheeks – her cheeks were inflated! It looked like her face was half-inflated – just like with some frogs... I swear, you should have seen her! Priceless. Anyway, she never was able to shake off that moniker." Michelle laughed and I laughed along a little bit, but my mind was somewhere far off. I was busy trying to figure out a way to see what Michelle had described. I managed to walk home along with Elizabeth the next week. Victoria hadn't been at school and I arranged with Elizabeth to study Math together. As we were walking towards her house, I started talking about how we'd first gotten to know each other. My mouth was completely dry, I was so excited. Elizabeth was laughing. "Guess I do look like a frog..." – "No, frogs aren't that good-looking." – "Thanks." We both laughed and I think I detected a touch of red in Elizabeth's face as well, not only in mine. – "...and I really like your cheeks." She fell silent. I had screwed up.
We arrived at her house in silence and I was actually disappointed when I realized that we were gonna be alone at her house because her mother was out. I had hoped for a nice little chat with her Mom that would have helped forget the embarrassing situation from before. Instead, we sat in her room on the floor with the Math book lying open in front of us and basically, we did the homework separately. Suddenly, a big, wet tear dropped down onto the open page of the book. I put my arm around Elizabeth and asked her what was the matter. She didn't answer me right away, but then she finally wiped away the tears and looked at me. "Do you really think I'm attractive... I've been told that I look like a frog forever, over and over again..." – "No, I really think you're..." She kept talking, though. "It happened every time I thought I'd found new friends in a new school. I'd forget about it, sometimes, but then that thing with my cheeks happens... and you know, it doesn't go away right away... God, it's so embarrassing!" I didn't know what to say, so I began padding her back to soothe her. "The only two people who haven't made fun of me so far are you and Victoria. Victoria's never said a word about it... and I appreciate that. But now you come along and I know that you'll turn on me the moment you see my inflated cheeks... I know it will happen one day... it's inevitable." "I'll never turn on you... I don't even know what you mean..." I began stroking her head gently. She stopped crying. "You'll laugh at me... you'll try not to, but you'll laugh. I know it. In your mind, this image will be too strong... whenever you'll look at me, you'll see me with my inflated cheeks... in your mind, I'll be 'frog face' too then, you'll be no different from the rest..." The crying had begun again, but I spoke to her in a quiet, calming voice: "Test me, right now."
"What?" – "Blow up your cheeks... you can see how I react. If I laugh, I will leave and I won't bother you again... but trust me, I will stay." Elizabeth didn't agree immediately, but then she whispered: "I really like you... please don't laugh..." and with that, she took a deep breath, closed her mouth and blew up her cheeks. I didn't laugh. I just grew stiff. I practically threw myself at Elizabeth and kissed her while I kept touching her inflated cheeks. She was even more beautiful now. Elizabeth was confused, but happy and we kissed passionately. I began to take her close off and strip down myself as well. I laid down on top of her and pressed my lips against hers, but then as our mouths opened, I exhaled into her again. Her cheeks swelled up even bigger. "Oh...," Elizabeth moaned, "I've never gotten this big before... I must look ridiculous." She may have looked ridiculous to a lot of people – it looked like she had stuck two inflated balloons in her mouth – but to me, this was heaven. "It's too much... it kinda hurts... you gotta try and push the air out of me again..." – "Are you sure it'll work?" – "I've never really tried... I've always had to wait till the air leaves by itself... but this time, I really need to lose the air again..."
I pressed her cheeks together and I felt them decrease between my hands. At the same time, though, I could see her breasts blowing up! "Oh my God... what's happening to me," Elizabeth cried. My hormones took over. I blew into her mouth again and pressed the air out of her cheeks again and again so that her boobs would get bigger. Elizabeth was somehow helpless. She only managed to mutter a few words between my breaths: "Stop blowing me up! I'm not your blow-up doll! I'm not a balloon! What's happening to me?"
Suddenly, I felt someone grab me from behind and knock me to the floor. It was Victoria. She kicked me in the stomach and it really hurt. My erection even went back a bit. Still, all I had to do was look over towards Elizabeth who was lying on her bed with two massive beach balls sticking from her body. Victoria's vicious kick reminded me of the seriousness of the situation. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I couldn't really breathe, much less answer. Victoria was awfully strong for a girl. I felt her hold me up in a full nelson. I was too exhausted to fight back and I wouldn't have hit her anyway. But those things weren't going through my mind at all... I was actually enjoying this just a little bit, I had to admit. Elizabeth had gotten up and walked over to me angrily with her huge boobs bouncing up and down like basket balls. I expected a kick where it hurts the most, or at least a slap, but she grabbed my head with both hands and pressed her mouth against mine again. Then she started blowing. Now I tried to break free. I felt the air rushing into me and it wasn't too pleasant. But Victoria and Elizabeth were too strong. It was no use. I was being blown up like a balloon by the two girls and I really mean like a balloon. I didn't grow any breasts, or suddenly get an inflated dick... I became a round, rubber ball. Soon, Victoria let go of me. She didn't need to hold me anymore and a bit later, she wouldn't have been able to anyway, for I was losing my arms inside me huge inflating body. Elizabeth had powerful lungs after all – although I did notice her cheeks were slightly puffed up again. "Frog face is inflating me," was all I could think of again and again. When only my head was left, she stopped and looked at me for a few moments, not saying a word. I felt too inflated to speak. But in my mind, I kept thinking: "Play with me, play with me, play with me..."
"You did turn on me... of course not like I expected... but you are no better than the rest." She gave me a quick slap that sent me bouncing away and against the wall. I noticed that Victoria was gone, but I didn't bother to think about why she'd left. Being tossed around like a balloon was getting me all excited again.
"I did it because I love you." Elizabeth hadn't expected that response, I could tell. She thought about it for a moment, but then she mocked me: "I did it because I love you... puh-lease... I just blew you up like a balloon because of how much you 'loved' me." She picked me up and bounced me on the floor several times, before rolling me over a bit. Then Elizabeth climbed onto me; she lay on top of me and looked directly into my eyes. "You wanted to humiliate me again... but now it's time for me to humiliate someone." It felt so good to feel her body pressed onto mine; it was so sexy to be stretched to the sides by her body. I felt her breasts on my inflated skin and even though they were back to normal size, it was turning me on a whole lot.
Suddenly, I heard voices from downstairs and Elizabeth got off me again. The door opened and in came Victoria and Michelle, who burst into laughter immediately. "What's this? A balloon-boy?" Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, this is balloon-boy." She picked me up and tossed me to Michelle, who caught me with ease. Victoria began taking pictures as the two girls tossed me back and forth. Soon, everyone at school would be making fun of me... I was feeling pretty humiliated already... but I decided to enjoy being played with like a balloon as long as it lasted. The next day, I had deflated back to normal and managed to block out everything on my way to school. But the minute I arrived, everybody looked at me, pointed and laughed. "Balloon boy, balloon boy" half the class was chanting and I could see most kids looking at the pictures of me as a balloon-toy. The situation wasn't sexy at all anymore. I wanted to find some bizarre pleasure in being called a balloon boy in public, but it wasn't possible. It felt as if I was shrinking and everyone around me was laughing and calling me "balloon boy". Elizabeth, Victoria and Michelle, who had spread the story around most effectively, were laughing so loudly and I hated to admit that they looked beautiful. I was so embarrassed and the feeling of shrinking returned. Suddenly, I realized that I was indeed shrinking down to balloon-size. I could see Elizabeth, who looked huge, walk up to me and pick me up. No one was calling her "frog face" anymore... they were just chanting: "Blow him up, Elizabeth! Blow him up, Elizabeth!" Elizabeth smiled. I was up close to the lips I had always desired and felt them hold my small rubbery body tight softly. Her cheeks blew up before my body inflated and it looked beautiful – I could hear the class cheer; they weren't mocking her, they were thrilled by her unique ability and cheered for Elizabeth to inflate me. My body ballooned out and I was face to face with beautiful Elizabeth. She winked at me as she took me from her mouth and tied a knot in my lips. The class cheered loudly and I felt helpless and embarrassed.
The bell rang and the lesson started. The teachers didn't give much thought to why Elizabeth was carrying a balloon around that day and they didn't seem to care too much about my absence. After school, I felt Elizabeth untie the knot and somehow turn me back to normal. I thanked her for turning me back, hoping she'd forgive me; I didn't feel I was in the position to be angry at her for humiliating me. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth... but, hey, isn't it great that the class doesn't care about you being a kind of 'frog face'?" Elizabeth laughed and I leaned forward to kiss her, which she allowed.
Then she moved close to my ear and whispered: "And you know what will keep them from laughing at me...? You will, balloon boy!" She puffed up her cheeks a bit, blew me a kiss and walked away and I knew that it wasn't the last time that I'd get blown up and humiliated in front of everyone by that beautiful "frog face". | null | [
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It was stormey night, the thunder rushed though the trees light a train going nowhere.
In a field not too far away was a young mum a rapidash, it was giving breath to a youngster, she had been kicked out of the group by the lead stallion and was now giving birth to a weak ponyta.
After an hour she gave birth and it was a young male ponyta, but it was weak from the rain, it was falling heavily and the flame on it's Maine was weak and not flareing up, just then a voice came from some where and a light shone onto a old barn and it was a sign.
The mother carried the young ponyta in to the barn where pidgey's flew away when the door banged open, in walked the weak mum. The foal now only an hour old was trying to get up, this was not easy when you weak and need a drink, but after an hour or so the ponyta got up and started to drink mum's milk from mum, by now the rain had died down and they were safe in the barn.
In the morning the young ponyta was full of life and now wanted to play, but first mum had to find a group of rapidashe's to find for proctorion and warmth.
After a long time she found a small group and started to approached the herd unsure what would happen.
The lead stallion noticed this new rapidash and confronted her, but after a bit of a fight she was pushed into a group of mares witch were lower ranking and also had young ponyta's.
The youngster came over all a bit scared and hid behind mum, but mum pushed him into the other's and he was fine, soon playing with them and bouncing around and having fun! Then he picked on a weak one who was more then a bit scared like terrified.
As he bounced his way to this ponyta it went and hid behind mum who was the lead mare and was not liking this little ponyta's game's that when the lead stallion came over and sniffed this other youngster he bounced away and licked the lead staillon who wasn't in a very good mood.
Mum was happily munching away when there was a stampede of hooves and the lead stallion was chasing this little one because it had played a bit rough with his ponyta and licked him.
The mum was confronted and pushed away the lead stallion and would make sure it never happed again.
A lot of years past and the ponyta was now five years old and was now finding out what that thing was between his legs did, it was fun not only did it bounce around it also got hard when a female ponyta pee'd, but one day the best smell came from his mum a smell he never smelled before and it was so nice.
It all happened when he was drinking mum's milk from her tits, this wonderful smell coming from behind the tits he had to investergate and it was his mum's rear end but it smelled so good but every time he got near the smell mum pushed him away or kicked him.
That night the smell was even stronger then before and it made his thing go all hard and wet it was now or never, in the field he noticed two rapidashes fighting! At lest that what he thought it was but after a few minuets they stopped and one mounted the other this made his thing go very hard. Later on he asked the male rapidash what he had done to the other rapidash, he explained it all, the female rapidash was on heat and to stop it she needed me to push my thing into her thing.
The more he thought about it the more the smell smelled better, he knew his mum was on heat.
The next day his mum went off to find male rapidash to mate with but no luck, the smell was now more powerful then ever when she came back, he knew how to please mum but when he tried his mum just walked away or ingored it.
That night in the old barn, mum was asleep but the little ponyta couldn't sleep as the smell was more powerful then ever now he knew it was now or never.
He remembered the male rapidash showing him how to start, first arouse the mare by grooming her and every so often grooming the butt, next when she is ready to be mated she will push her tail to one side that is when you mate her by jumpping on top of her and putting your thing in her thing.
So he did this, at first the mum liked it but every time he went for the bum he was kicked he kept trying and in a couple of minuets she moved her tail.
She was so horny now she didn't care who mated her even if it was her son and so she let him mate her but he would have to work for it.
He knew this was prefect he tried to mount her but she pulled away so she was ready but her pussy wasn't.
He began to lick her wet and most pussy, he loved and so did she, she knew he couldn't reach her pussy with his dick so she would bend down next time he mounted her.
His thing was now very hard it was harder then all the other times, he slowly jumped up and put his front legs on her top hips then slowly he edged his way to her pussy, she bent down a bit and felt his big hard dick into her and she went just low enough for him to put his dick into her.
He had never flet this way before, her pussy was warm and hot, but it made him fell good! He then flet a warm jet of something coming from inside him and he let off a huge neigh and his thing had cummed inside of mum and they both loved it.
After a couple of mouth's later he noticed mum's belly getting bigger and that's when the male rapidash told him what he was in for.
He would soon have a brother or sister to look after, his face went bright red at this he had made his mum pregnant? And was it his? that day another stallion had mated with her so it could be his or the other stallion's their was only one way to find out, when it was born would it have a diamond on it's forehead or an arrow mark he was the arrow and the diamond was the other stallions.
He waited and waited until he was born and on the head was a diamond! It was his not the other stallion's he was dad but now he had to protect the youngster just like his mum had done and that's what he did and it was soon cought by a trainer and went on to live a happy life, and as for him? Well the smell still comes from other mare's on heat but the best smell still comes from mum and he will if she needs it mate with her.
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After giving it one more go for the night, Liz and Jay were both completely spent. Jay snuggled up next to Liz, pulling her close and breathing in the flowery scent of her hair. Liz shifted in Jay's arms to face him and nuzzled her nose gently against his, gazing into his eyes lazily.
"I love you," Liz whispered softly.
Jay smiled, "But I love you more."
Liz rested her head on Jay's chest and just listened as his heartbeat slowly helped her drift off to sleep. Jay smiled at Liz in admiration as she slept and kissed her gently on the forehead. He then rested his cheek upon her forehead and joined her in the deepest of slumbers.
a few hours later, in the morning
Jay woke suddenly and while still in a daze from sleeping, worried that Liz had left again. He smiled as he realized that Liz was still curled snug in his arms. He was going to allow Liz to sleep for a few more minutes, but the temptation to wake her was too much.
Jay started planting soft, gentle kisses all across Liz's face. Liz's eyes began to blink open as Jay nuzzled her ear.
"Good morning, my darling," Jay whispered.
Liz smiled and kissed Jay's nose, making Jay grin.
"Good morning, yourself, cutie," Liz replied.
The couple remained wrapped in each other's arms for a few more minutes, enjoying the feel of being close.
"I'm going to miss this so much when you have to leave the city..." Jay said sadly, giving Liz a squeeze.
"I know, Jay. But just think...I graduate in May. And then I'll be around as much as you want me to. And when I'm at college, I'll only be a few hours by train. Until then, there's still spring break and weekends and..."
Liz's words were cut off by a long, passionate kiss from Jay. For the first time since being kissed by Jay, Liz could feel more than just lust in his kiss; she felt completely loved.
"I'm going to treat you to the birthday day that you deserve, even if it is a few days late," Jay declared, as he got out of bed and pulled on his boxers.
"You go on ahead and shower and once you're ready, we'll go," Jay added, leaning over to give Liz another quick kiss.
Liz smiled and padded over to the bathroom in her bare feet. She turned on the shower spray and waited for it to warm up a bit. After the water had warmed to her liking, she stepped into the shower and closed the stall. She sighed under the warm jets as the water trickled down her skin.
Just as she was about to reach for the soap, the door to the shower opened and Jay stepped in.
"By the way," Jay said, "I forgot to mention that I'm taking care of EVERYTHING for you today."
Jay took the soap from Liz's hands and began to wash her. She grinned and stepped back to be close to him as he ran the soap over her body. He was a merciless tease, letting his hands linger over her breasts and between her legs longer than necessary. Jay could hear Liz's anxious moans. "Tonight, my darling...tonight..." he said, kissing her beneath the ear and laughing to himself.
Jay then ran his long fingers through her wet hair, massaging her scalp. Liz sighed happily. She couldn't believe how special Jay was making her feel. Jay gave her one final kiss and then encouraged her to go get dressed while he finished showering.
Liz realized she didn't have any clothes with her other than what she had been wearing the night before and was about to mention it to Jay when she noticed an outfit left on the bed for her. Jay had obviously planned this out completely. Pinned to the pile of clothes was a short note.
"Here's an outfit for today
You love wearing it
I love how it looks on you
You are beautiful."
Liz giggled and began to dress herself in the outfit Jay had picked out for her: A tight black ribbed turtleneck sweater and tight jeans, both of which accentuated her curves. She went into the guest bathroom to do her hair and makeup, which she kept simple. She then returned to the room to pull on her black boots, a black knit hat and scarf, and black gloves. Liz then sat down on the bed, waiting for Jay.
Jay appeared about fifteen minutes later, also in a black sweater, jeans, and his favorite pair of black shoes. Liz laughed as Jay jumped on the bed next to her and leaned over to give him a kiss.
"We match!" Liz giggled.
Jay grinned, "I know. I planned it because I thought it would be cute and that you'd like it."
"I do like it...though I can't decide whether I like you better in black or in nothing at all..." Liz replied.
Jay laughed loudly and wrapped an arm around Liz.
"Shall we go, babe?" he asked.
Liz nodded, took Jay's hand, and the two of them left the apartment.
Jay pointed to the Starbucks on the corner.
"First, a little breakfast," he said.
Jay ordered for them; a tall chai tea for him, a mocha latte for her, and two scones. They sat at a quiet table in the back as they ate their scones, neither of them saying a word because they were too busy eating and looking at each other.
They left the Starbucks when they had finished their breakfast.
"Liz, you have to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them," Jay instructed.
"What? What's going on?" Liz asked.
Jay gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "Just do it, hun. I promise you'll love it."
Liz closed her eyes and let Jay lead her around the city by the arm. After about twenty minutes of walking, they stopped. Liz could feel warm breath by her ear.
"Okay, open your eyes," Jay said.
Liz opened her eyes to find that they were in Rockefeller Center in front of the big Christmas tree; something she had always wanted to see in person since she was a little girl.
"Jay..." she said, but she couldn't get any other words to come out as tears started welling up in her eyes.
He smiled. "We're going ice skating beneath the tree. Just like you've always wanted, baby."
Though neither one of them had ice skated in years, they ventured out on the ice, hand in hand. They spent about an hour skating around before deciding that it was too cold to stay outside any longer.
After removing their skates, Liz jumped onto Jay's back and gave him a huge hug from behind.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!" she said.
Jay laughed as Liz jumped down and he turned to face her. He gave her a long kiss. "You're welcome," he added.
"Let's go home for a bit and warm up some...and then the rest of your surprises are in store!" Jay told Liz. She smiled and gave him another hug as they walked back to the apartment.
Upon their return to the apartment, Jay picked Liz up in his arms and carried her to the rug on the floor in front of the fireplace. He placed her down on the ground gently and then turned the fireplace on. Jay then sat behind Liz and began to rub her shoulders. Liz sighed happily; Jay's massages were like heaven on earth.
After concentrating on her shoulders for a few minutes, Jay stretched Liz out on the rug and massaged the rest of her back. After several minutes of this, Liz made Jay lie down and she gave him a nice, long massage to thank him for how wonderful the day had been so far.
"I love when you rub my back," Jay sighed.
Liz stopped to lie down behind him and just stroke her hands up and down his back as they both watched the fire burn. Liz slipped her hands up into Jay's hair and massaged his scalp as Jay drifted off into a nap.
Liz let Jay sleep for close to an hour and then began to rub his shoulders again. Jay woke up slowly, grinning.
"Ahhhhhh what a great way to wake up."
Jay then stood up and gave Liz a kiss, rubbing her lower back. "Come on, babe, time for more surprises!" he told her.
As they left the apartment, Liz asked what was next.
"I got us tickets to Rent," Jay replied. Jay could tell by the look on Liz's face how happy she was.
"That was the first day we ever spent together. And the day I realized I loved you..." Jay told her.
Liz was so happy that Jay remembered all of that. They went to the show and had a great time, singing along to all the songs, all wrapped up in each others' arms. After the show, Jay took Liz to the same restaurant they ate at on their first day together.
Once they had finished their meals, they returned to the apartment again. "Now, where the real fun begins..." Jay said, with a devilish look in his eye.
Liz raised an eyebrow at him jokingly. "Oh really? I dunno...the rest of today was pretty damn fun...how can you top that?"
"I have my ways..." Jay replied.
Jay sat Liz down on the bed and then flicked on some jazz music. He then proceeded to take off his shirt slowly. Liz grinned. "Stripping for me, are you?" she asked.
Jay peeled his shirt off and tossed it at her. "You like?" he asked as he unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied his waist until his pants dropped to the ground.
"Indeed I do," Liz replied.
"Good. But I think you're wearing too much for tonight's activity," Jay teased as he inched toward the bed.
He peeled Liz's sweater off and used it to tie her hands up over her head. Liz's eyes gleamed as he began to kiss over her bare stomach. "Oh this isn't fair..." Liz moaned as Jay licked over the edges of her bra.
Jay peeled Liz's jeans off and just marveled at the sight of Liz in her underwear for a moment.
"God you're so sexy," he groaned.
"How sexy?" Liz asked teasingly as she rolled her hips up in Jay's direction.
Jay peeled off his boxers and pointed to his fully erect cock. "That sexy."
He then proceeded to jerk himself off in front of Liz because he knew it got her hot. Indeed, a few minutes into this teasing game, Liz was writhing around on the sheets and moaning.
"This really isn't fair..." Liz moaned.
"Well if you think that's unfair, you're really gonna hate me for this..." Jay grinned as he leaned over Liz's body and began to suck on one of her nipples as he let the tip of his cock rub over her clit.
Liz squirmed around and moaned loudly.
"And this..." Jay said as he took his fingers, licked them, and then rubbed them rapidly over her clit.
"Ughhhhhh I'm so close...so close..." Liz panted
Jay stopped and went back to jerking himself off. When he couldn't take it anymore, and he was sure Liz couldn't either, he untied her. Liz immediately grabbed at Jay in a frenzy. Jay entered her and they quickly found their rhythm. It didn't take either of them long to get close to orgasm.
"Jay...I want to feel you come in my mouth..." Liz begged.
Jay pulled out and felt Liz's lips wrap around his hard cock. He lasted less than a minute before he started shooting his come into her mouth and moaning with delight. He loved the sight of Liz swallowing his come.
Once he stopped, he dove down to Liz's crotch and began sucking on her pussy furiously. Liz loved being eaten, and Jay loved the way he could drive her wild just by playing with her clit. Just a couple of licks of her clit was all it took before Liz became to moan louder and shake as she orgasmed.
Jay moved up to give Liz a long, passionate kiss, and the two of them just held each other for awhile before giving it another go.
After all, they only had one more night together until she had to go back to school. And then, it'd be a whole four months before they could fuck each other again...
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James was nervous, but his new girlfriend Jess was gorgeous with her dark mocha toned skin and long straight black hair. They had only gone on two dates but when she asked him over to her apartment for a bit of fun he didn't hesitate. The sheer arousal he felt for her was enough to be a counterweight for his nerves. She put on rhythmic music and started to dance almost immediately after he sat on the edge of her bed. She started subtly, but quickly got into the rhythm of the song and started to belly dance for him. She started because she loved the song, but grinned mischeiviously as she seen him following her every move with his eyes and tented pants. She undid her pants, then untied her top. Dipping low several times and swinging her hips with the dance she snaked her way out of the tight pants without touching them. In fluid motion she tossed her skimpy shirt onto his face and by the time he removed it, her bra was off and she slowly lowered it as she continued to dance. Once she shimmied her panties down and kicked them off over his shoulder, she finally stopped her sexy dance and knelt in front of him. Using her tongue and teeth only she undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear with a single index finger. Jess pressed her tits in his face as she half stood and gripped his shirt, pulling it up and off.
James grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down, rolling over onto her now in the middle of the bed, pinning her for a moment, she growled seductively, enjoying the dominance.
"Why don't I help that stiff dick get lathered up?"
James let her up and moved back, resting on his elbows. Her dark red lips engulfed his dick quickly to the base of its six inch length. It felt wonderful, but not too far into it she stopped, looking a bit puzzled at it.
"Uh, is something wrong?"
James' eyebrow raised. "What do you mean...?"
She blushed slightly motioning to his penis. "W-well I know this isn't its full size..."
Now James' face went bright red! She was expecting bigger?! He was full erection! His size was perfectly average...he didn't know what to say.
Jess glanced away a moment from the awkwardness. "Its OK, a lot of guys don't know how to get it fully up! I don't even care if this was the full size, its just...I can tell it isn't."
Still not knowing what to say, James just went along. He didn't want to argue with her and kill the mood, this was as big as it got. Jess pressed both index fingers into the area just over his dick as if feeling for something, then pressed in and massaged two very specific points, telling him she learned this technique as well as belly dancing when she was studying abroad. She very gently traced fingers up his dick, following the veins and told him to focus on her tits, and will his dick bigger. What? Just mentally tell it to get bigger, was she serious!? What sort of wiles willed willies? He tried to relax his lower body around the shaft, hoping maybe increased blood flow would help. After several long moments of concentrating on his dick and her perfect supple dark tits, she spoke up again. Jess told him to think of something he disliked about himself, and imagine blowing it out his dick. Odd therapy, but why not? He was willing to do just about anything to get this ball rolling back into the gutter where it belongs.
James remembered a horrible moment when he was in grade school, he was about to show off a trick he learned but tripped on his shoelaces and ate shit so hard everyone was laughing too hard to see any second attempts. He wished he could cum that memory away for sure. But as he thought that an odd feeling came over him and suddenly he couldn't remember everyone who was there. It was a very subtle tingling warmth that passed through his entire body, heading toward his crotch and concentrating. Now he couldn't remember anyone who was there, or what trick he was trying to do in the first place. James felt like he was getting an erection even though he already had one! Like trying to hold water in your hand, his memory continued to slip away till he couldn't even remember what he was trying to remember! His eyes focussed back on his dick and it looked a tiny bit bigger! Or at least harder- with reddened glans and aggressive veins. Jess smiled, telling him he did a good job.
"The first is the hardest, because you don't quite know how and your body isn't used to it. It gets easier every time. You should keep going. ANYTHING you don't like about yourself, just throw it away and use it to feed your dick! I bet your cock's actual max size is really impressive."
James was still in disbelief but went through his memories, piling all the negative ones into his dick. Each contributed very little to his physical size, but together it was certainly noticeable. Jess kept encouraging him to dump more in! She suggested things with a bit more substance- personality traits he wished he didn't have or knowledge he wasn't actually going to find a use for. She was right about it getting easier- the flowing sensation through his body didn't even happen now, and he felt his cock swelling up almost instantly. One, two, three inches more, and a bit more girth to boot. Jess grabbed the large bulbous head in her hand- reaching just far enough around the glans to hook her fingertips around the corona and squeeze gently. James groaned in need, wanting to get off already! The bigger it got the more needy it became, the more pent up he felt. She told him where he should stuff his impatience, and there was another half inch. As much as he loved having a huge dick now...it was maybe a bit on the too big side? Jess didn't seem intimidated by it, but it was longer than his forearm, if James had to guess he wouldn't have thought something that big would even fit in her. He told her his concerns and said they should probably stop.
"But...you don't even know what your actual max size is yet? You know how many dudes would kill for a huge dong? Tell you what, you should just stuff your worry into that thick meat stick of yours so you can focus on enjoying it more."
That didn't sound like a good idea, but before he could worry about his worries it was gone and his dick stretched bigger. Before it was something he had to concentrate on but it was so easy now just considering it made it happen. Jess squeezed the glans and tickled the fingers of her other hand up his gigantic shaft, telling him things he probably didn't need to feed his dick. The ability to feel pain, his negative emotions, memories of his childhood, free will. His cock stretched absurdly big, and while that last item gave him pause, his ability to be worried about it was already gone. Jess reasoned that free will meant choice, and choosing can be hard. Why bother thinking about things when you can just go with the flow?
James groaned and squirmed as his massive shaft wobbled back and forth in Jess' grip, and she knew he was too far to back down now. Why would he need to think about anything when he has a dick this big? Just shove that in his dick, his ability to write, read, how to do math, what his own name is, junk like that. By now the huge cock was towering over both of them and the best Jess could do with both hands was just hold it steady- if it fell over it was so rigid and big it would yank James off the bed with it. James could barely put together a coherent thought, and when he did he accidentally put that in his dick too. He even started to shrink, giving his size over to the dick. Jess just caressed the throbbing veiny shaft and looked over the diminishing James, listing off everything about him she could think of. One by one, those things stuffed into his cock and it continued to grow. Just the brief period of time where his brain tried to understand the word she speaks is enough to draw it out and into his dick. Instead of resisting it because it was an unknown concept, James' body was now resisting everything else, and trying to pull everything in even without his conscious input.
Jess drooled a bit, having to crane her neck back to look up at the stiff rim of the corona far above as the cockhead thumped against the roof and the bed started to bend down from the pressure. James shrank away as he was reduced to a drooling idiot; all thoughts having gone into forcing his cock still bigger. The springs in her bed exploded out from under them, collapsing the frame. It created enough momentary give for the giant cock to spring sideways and slam on the floor, covering the entire room up to her door- conveniently preventing it from being opened from the outside right now. What was left of James looked like a weird doll, or human shaped blob. Wedged between balls and cock, his body had lost definition and shape to his cock, causing him to look less and less human. Jess also noted it had stopped there, but that was fine. She reached past the fleshy blob to caress the sides of his aching balls, and reminded him not to neglect those. His cock was overstuffed- it finally ran out of room, but his balls didn't. Reduced to a tiny blob, then nothing more than a lump, and then nothing at all, his balls swelled slowly with what little remnants of James there was left, but then ballooned in size tremendously and finally stopped. The final surge had been his life and existence. Now he was the cock itself. He had no eyes or ears to see or hear with, no mind to think with, but he could still feel. And as a gargantuan cock, everything he felt must be real nice.
Jess pat the side of the shaft with a smile. "See? You could do way better. Now you can be my new toy to grind against. Ooooh and I bet your balls make a nice seat. And I can cuddle you in bed! I mean...this probably isn't what you had in mind." Jess shrugged.
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Text: Shirley had massively, grossly underestimated how many people had money and a willingness to spend it on stupid things.
Holding up a pump and asking her stream watchers if they wanted to see her pump up her boobs was, obviously, a joke. Much fun was had by all, until she received a rather sizeable donation with a message of "ten thousand bits if you do it kappa."
So here she was, pumping away. It was a shock when she discovered that it actually worked, and the thought of easy money was enough for her to keep going. Even when her former petiteness rivaled the endowments of other, less talented streamers; even when they surpassed basketballs in scale; even when her shirt stopped stretching and started tearing; even when her her skin began to feel tight. Just as most of the view of the camera was covered up by her breasts, and the chat scroll was covered by excited-looking emoticons, her skin began to grow uncomfortably firm. As she struggled to continue pumping against the pressure she wondered when the nozzle would slip free. After all, she reasoned, forcing the plunger down with a grunt, she couldn't just-
The sudden POP startled her enough that the pump flew from her hands, her shirt instantly deflating as she felt a painful crack like an elastic band being snapped across her ribs. She let out a loud curse as she clutched her chest, partly from the sudden pain and partly from shock to steady her now-pounding heart, finding that her breasts had fully deflated and then some, leaving her with near-absolute flatness. Her watchers were concerned, but she waved a hand to show that she was mostly fine and not in need of serious medical attention.
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Dizz, the Stripper By Sci the Cheetah
Dizz nervously stepped out onto the dance floor. It was his first day as a male stripper and there were some very hot guys in the audience just waiting to watch him dance. He took a deep breath and stepped out onto the dance floor. He had practiced the dance dozens of times. He smiled as the music started to play and he began to dance.
The guys in the audience began to hoot and holler as he danced. He couldn't help but giggle as he heard them. They loved his slender cheetah body. All he wore as he danced was a pair of shiny briefs.
He giggled as he began to give a leopard in the front row a nice view of his crotch. The man murred happily and began to reach out. Dizz giggled and nodded, letting the guy know that he could touch. He purred as the guy touched him and blushed when he realized that Dizz wasn't anywhere close to horny with his huge package.
Dizz backed away and continued with his dance. He gave a few more costumers a nice view of his ass and they rewarded him with $1s, $10s, and $100s. Finally, the music ended and he gave the audience a wink before he went back stage to count his profits.
"You were great out there," his boss said. "You're a natural out there and the costumers love you."
Dizz couldn't help but blush as he heard his boss. He then noticed a small card within the pile of money. He picked it up and looked at it.
"If you want to make some extra money, Come to the Lucky Duck Hotel at 2AM."
Dizz smiled. He loved making money. And making a bit of extra money was even better. Dizz giggled happily as he read over the card again.
"It seems you have an admirer. That's very good for your first day," his boss said.
Dizz was due for another show at one and then he would be off. The cheetah looked at the clock on the wall. 11:30P.M. He sighed. He still had an hour and a half before his next show.
Dizz went back to his room and noticed that he had a missed call on his cell phone. He then jumped back as his phone began to ring.
"Hi, Hun...Yes, I'm still at work...I won't be home for another few hours...Yes, I'm sure this job is worth it...I've already made $562 dollars in...uh...tips...Yes, I'm serious. Now, I'm just on break. I'll be home around three...I love you, too, Hun. I'll see you when I get home."
Dizz sighed as he closed his cell phone and set it down on the dresser. He then put on some normal clothing and went out in the crowd to watch Trixie, a male fox who dressed like a vixen. He was a senior stripper and a lot of people came to see him. It was Trixie who had gotten him this job in the first place.
Dizz sighed as he watched the fox prance across the stage. He was sure that at least fifteen of the guys that were watching the fox were going to paw off to him later on. He then wondered how many people would paw off to him. He knew that there had to be a few guys at least.
Dizz giggled as he looked at the business card again and read it over. He was very excited about it. He couldn't believe that he had gotten a private invitation on his first night.
After Trixie was done, Dizz went back stage to prepare for his next show. He was a lot more relaxed as he got ready for his second show.
"The first show is always the hardest," Trixie said to the cheetah, causing him to turn around. "Isn't it, B...Dizz?"
Dizz smiled. "Yeah. Thanks for getting me the job though. I really appreciate it."
"A cute cheetah like yourself? How could I not get you this job?" the fox said. "After your show, you wanna grab something to eat?"
Dizz giggled. "Actually, I have a private invitation."
"Did you tell the skunk?"
"No...it would only worry him. Especially since he doesn't know what I do."
"That's understandable. I don't tell the lion anything so I don't worry him, either."
Dizz looked back at the clock. 12:15. "I'm gonna take a bit of a nap," the cheetah said. "Can you wake me up ten minutes before I have to go on?"
"Sure thing, kitty."
Dizz yawned as he laid back in his chair and dozed off.
"Kitty...Kitty...KITTY!"
Dizz practically jumped out of his skin as he woke to a yelling fox. He yawned and looked at the clock. 12:45. "Thanks for waking me," he said before he began to get to strip out of his normal clothing and getting into his sexy shiny red briefs.
"Now I see how you got a private invitation, Kitty. Very sexy," the fox teased.
Dizz giggled and stuck his tongue out at the fox, which surprised him by taking the tongue into his mouth as he was pulled into a kiss. They stood there kissing for about a minute and a half before pulling away.
"Don't you know you're not supposed to kiss a whore?" Dizz joked.
Trixie laughed as he heard this. "That would be true, except that that rule doesn't apply to whores."
Dizz giggled. "Alright, now out, I need to finish getting ready and your sexiness is very distracting.
Trixie laughed as he was pushed out of Dizz's dressing room. The cheetah came out a few minutes later, looking pampered and fresh.
Dizz purred happily as he came off of the stage. He had made at least another $200. He went back to his dressing room and counted the money until 11:45. He then left and made his way to the Lucky Duck Hotel.
"Excuse me. I'm supposed to meet someone here," he said to the person at the front desk.
The receptionist giggled. "That guy was right. You are cute," she said before giving him a key to room 1431. Dizz looked around a bit before heading to the elevator.
'Man...the people that go to that club must all be rich,' he thought to himself as he rode up the elevator. It stopped on floor 14 and he got out. He walked down the hall. 1427...1429...1431. There it was. He nervously fumbled with the key as he put it in the slot and unlocked the door.
"Don't be shy. Come on in," he heard a voice say from inside. The cheetah nervously stepped inside and closed the door. It was the leopard from earlier.
Dizz blushed. "I-I came, sir. I'm here for your pleasure."
The leopard smiled as he took off his suit jacket and tie. "I'm really glad you came. I have a thing for spots you know."
Dizz blushed further. "R-Really? Did you enjoy my show?"
"Was it your first time? You seemed a little nervous. But other than that, you seemed to be really good. I'm assuming Dizz is just your striper name. Would you like me to keep calling you that?"
"Yes, please. I like to keep my stripper life and my personal life separate."
"I understand. You can call me Mike," the leopard said as he took off his shirt.
Dizz murred as he noticed how beautiful the leopard actually was. "I'll be happy to serve you tonight, Mike."
Mike smiled at the cheetah. "Come finish undressing me," the leopard said.
Dizz obeyed as he got on the floor and undid Mike's belt and pants, taking them off of the leopard and setting them with the rest of his suit. He then went back to the leopard and slowly slid off the feline's underwear.
"That's a good boy. Now strip for me," Mike said. It was obvious that Dizz was not the first whore that he had invited over for some attention, but Dizz loved it anyways.
He stood there and slowly pulled off his shirt to tease Mike. He wiggled his rump at the leopard while he slid off his pants and revealed his shiny red briefs. He heard Mike murr behind him and he giggled. "Like what you see?"
"Very much. Now show me some more."
Dizz smiled before he took off his underwear. "What would you like me to do next?"
"Start by sucking me off," the leopard commanded.
Dizz smiled as he got on his knees and licked at the tip of the cock before he pulled the entire length into his maw and began to suck on it. Mike began to rub his head and murr as Dizz sucked on his length.
"That's enough. I want to fuck you," Mike said to the cheetah after a short amount of time.
Dizz blushed as he took the cock out of his maw and got on the bed on all fours. It wasn't long before he felt his tail being lifted up and a cock being pushed into his tail hole, causing him to moan out in pleasure. The two began to pant and moan as Mike began to pump in and out of Dizz's tail hole.
Dizz gasped as he felt Mike reach around and grab onto his cock. "Oh, you're so big," he heard Mike whisper into his ear, causing him to blush.
"M-My mate tells me that all the time," Dizz said.
"Darn...I guess I wasn't quick enough to get you for myself," Mike said as he started to thrust harder in and out of the tail hole.
"Me and my skunk have been mates since high school," Dizz said.
Mike smiled and licked the back of Dizz's head. "That's very sweet. But right now, you're rump is mine," he said as he began to thrust in and out of the tight tail hole. He may not have been a virgin, but he didn't get fucked a lot. Him being submissive was a rare sight. Of course, right now he was Dizz and not his regular self.
"Damn...I'm guessing your skunk is the one who wears the dress," Mike said between moans.
"When I want a little role play," Dizz joked. He then gasped and moaned out as he came onto the bed.
It wasn't long after that that he felt a warm liquid jet up his tail hole.
"That was great. Thank you, Dizz," Mike said. He then pulled out of the tight rump.
The cheetah quickly ran into the bathroom and cleaned up.
"What's the rush?" Mike asked.
"I promised the skunk I would be home by three. It's 2:35."
"Well, I hope that I might buy your services again sometime."
Dizz smiled as he came out of the bathroom looking fresh and cleaned up. "Perhaps, if the price is right. Now, I really need to get paid and get out of here," Dizz said as he began to get dressed again.
Mike smiled. "I put $1000 dollars on the dresser with your clothes. You were definitely worth it."
"That's a lot of money."
"Like I said, you were worth it," Mike said, giving him a wink. Dizz finished getting dressed and collected up his money.
"Thursday," Dizz said as he headed for the door.
"What's on Thursday?" Mike asked.
"The next time I work. I won't be able to do another private show like this, but you can come and see me perform again at least."
"I'll be there," Mike said.
The cheetah tiptoed into the apartment and into the bedroom, trying not to wake the skunk.
"Did you have fun at work?" Sam asked.
Brent smiled. "Yes, I did. What did you do while I was gone?"
"I went to a gay strip club," Sam said.
Brent's heart stopped for a second. "R-Really?"
"You seemed so natural on the stage. But you'll have to give me a private show sometime," Sam said.
"H-How did you find out?" Brent asked.
"Well, I just decided to visit the strip club randomly and then I saw you on stage and I just laughed. The 'tips' you were making finally made sense. How much did you make?"
"$1,849."
"That'll definitely help pay for some college classes," Sam said before kissing his mate.
"You don't mind that I'm a whore?" Brent asked.
"Not at all. I had considered it once myself, but I just don't have the body for it."
"Are you crazy? I'd love to work with you on stage."
Sam laughed and the two of them cuddled before falling asleep.
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DISCLAIMER: This story contains homosexual love between an adult and an underage male. If these things do not appeal to you or if you are underage according to your area's laws, please stop reading now. The author is not responsible for anything that may happen because of reading this story or your feelings of the content.
If you are legal and this type of story appeals to you, then please, continue reading.
Sixam (c) Me Razor (c) My Mate Enix (c) His Player (cameo(
Sixam's Razor III: A Little Exercise By: Sixam
While Razor kept nuzzling his new friend, finding it nice to finally get to nuzzle someone so freely, the young fox spoke up.
"So what do you want to do now that we have seen the gorge? It is still early. Want to go back home and do something? Or we could go back to the lagoon if you still want to watch me swim. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it."
When Sixam said to go back to the house and do something, his mind went to the gutter due to what they were discussing earlier. He smiled at the smaller male slightly and when he heard the suggestion of watching him swim, Razor closed his eyes to think. Was swimming a good idea for the boy? Right now with his sore rear? Deciding against it, he got up slowly. "I can watch you swim another time. So maybe we should head back to the house."
"To the house it is." He got off the rock and started to walk, slowly at first so Razor could catch up with him and so that they could walk together. "So what do you want to do when we get back home? Anything special you had on mind?" Sixam asked.
Following closely then by his side, Razor thought silently for a moment. "Well...it depends on what you think is special, but mostly I think you just need rest and light exercise for now."
"Ok then. I guess I could use..." the fox yawned and stretched, "...a little rest and relaxation." He looked at Razor quizzically, "What kind of light exercise?" he asked as they approached the house
"Things like...stretching. Mainly stuff that won't hurt you but will help you recover." The larger male said smiling slightly as they headed into the house.
Sixam stepped inside and closed the door behind them. "So where do you want to do this stretching?" he asked, "And what kind of stretching?"
Razor blinked a bit and sat down. "Er...well...I don't know. Like this I guess." He stretched the way he did that morning.
Sixam sat down next to Razor and mimicked his movements. Trying to make conversation, he asked, "So where do you come from?" He wanted to find out more about his new companion but he did not know what to ask.
The werewolf watched him and smiled slightly but when he was asked where he came from, he looked up, thinking about it for a moment. "Well...I used to be in pack...but they were killed." He looked away. "I did have a place to stay but took a stroll to see the world."
The red and white male looked down. "I'm sorry to hear that about your pack." He then looked at Razor, "I'm glad your stroll brought you here." He grinned sheepishly.
Looking at the teen and nodding slowly, Razor said, "So am I." He smiled slightly and then rolled onto his back, padding the air as if taking a playful run.
Sixam giggled a little bit when he saw Razor roll onto his back and start to pad the air. "Do you want me to do that as well?" he asked with a little laugh.
Razor grinned and nodded, panting happily as his tail was brushing the ground. "Yes...It's a good exercise, and it doesn't put pressure on anything really.
Sixam giggled some more before rolling onto his back and started mimicking the actions of the older male again. "This is fun, "he said with a giggle.
Watching the boy, his ears twitched when he heard him giggle. He smiled and just kept padding the air cheerfully, nodding. "Yes...plus it's good practice for when you do go for a run since your muscles are use to it."
Sixam thought for a moment. "Yes, I guess it is good practice for the muscles. To tell the truth, I don't do that much exercising. I mean I walk and I swim, but that is about it. I guess that's why I'm so scrawny."
"Well, I'll have to stick around and help you buff up a little," grinning and looking to him, "Swimming is good. It's pretty hard so it takes a lot of strength, but get the hang of it and it can be very useful." He rolled onto his side, looking at his small companion, just smiling slightly.
"Well I hope you do stick around." He smiled back at Razor. "I'm not an Olympic swimmer but I can hold my own...at the very least I won't drown." He laughed a little at his comment. "So am I to keep doing this or are we done for now?"
"That's good to know, you fall in the water you won't drown." He closed his eyes slowly. You don't need to keep doing that. Take a break if you want."
Sixam stopped padding the air and lay panting for a bit. He then looked at the older male with his eyes closed and got an idea that might surprise the werewolf. He slowly and quietly rolled over and crawled over to Razor. Once he was close, he licked him on the cheek and waited for a reaction.
Razor's eyes shot open when he was licked. Looking at the fox, he blinked and smiled softly, blushing under his fur a little. "What was that for? Not that I didn't enjoy it."
Sixam smiled at his new friend. "I just felt like doing it. I don't know why. So is there anything that you would like to do now? I'm kind of bored. We've had breakfast, been to the gorge and done some exercise. Hmm...what else can we do?"
The older male smiled slightly. "Well...um..." he was unsure on if they should go again or if that was where Sixam was leaning towards. "We can do anything you want. Just name it."
"I keep telling you that you are the guest. I'll do whatever you would like to do. Although, if it were up to me...I would like to do more of what we did yesterday." He smiled at Razor but he knew he was blushing.
"I'm not use to being a guest." He laughed before rolling onto his stomach and nuzzled the young male. "If that's what you want, I'd be more than happy to try it again." He said licking Sixam's cheek tentatively.
"It is what I want to do. I want to do it very much." He giggled as his cheek was licked.
Razor smiled as Sixam said it was what he wanted to do. That smile turned into a grin as he heard the fox giggle, finding it irresistible.
Sixam continued, "So do you want to stay here or should we move to the bedroom?"
Looking around when he was asked where they should do it, he looked around slowly. "Er...well...I guess the bed would be a better idea since you can sleep in it and it should be comfy. Plus it saves crawling up the stairs afterwards or lying on the floor." He smiled softly.
Sixam stood up. "So what are we waiting for? Let's go." he said with his tail wagging slightly. "Come on." He started walking toward the stairs. "I can't do it without you, you know."
Getting up quickly, he followed him chuckling. "Actually you kinda could, but I'm sure it would only be half as fun." Grinning, he lowered his head and ran under the boy, forcing him onto his shoulders. He bolted up the stairs he slowed once he reached the top and let Sixam down. "Lead the way. His tail was wagging around he was panting slightly just from being in a damned good mood.
"Well that's one way to get up the stairs. Kind of like my own personal elevator." Sixam smiled. He led the way to their bedroom, giggling a bit to himself at the thought of sharing it with Razor.
"Yes...I'm an elevator now," Razor said laughing.
Sixam entered their room and sat on the bed before getting a sheepish look on his face. "Umm...ok. Now what? I'm still new at this."
Jumping on the bed and nuzzling the boy with his tail waving, Razor thought for a moment. "Well..." not wanting to be too forward, "you have to get comfy." Shifting his eyes slightly, he added, "Unless you want to try and ride me." He looked at Sixam and started to blush under his fur."
Cocking his head, Sixam looked at the older male puzzled, "What do you mean by try and ride you?"
Razor cleared his throat and slowly lowered himself down. "Basically you're in control. Instead of me being on top, like last time, you get to be on top and chose how far it goes in and how fast and so on...it was just an option though." He smiled weakly.
"I don't really know what I'm doing. We can try that later. I think for now, you should be in control." He looked at Razor deeply. "So you said I have to get comfy?" He scooted back and lay down. "Is this good?"
Smiling as he watched, he walked over slowly and stood over the boy once he had scooted back. "Looks it." Leaning down he licked at the boy's chest gently, not going to rush things since that could be dangerous.
"That feels good," Sixam said barely audible.
Razor smirked, just catching it and nodding. He licked further down the boy's chest, his paws moving up a little and resting on Sixam's arms. Sixam closed his eyes and murred, his foxhood starting to come out of his sheath. He wanted this to go faster but knew that Razor was experienced and knew what was best. Razor's eyes scanned the new arrival to their little party and licked as the pink surprise gently, barely noticing his own 'lipstick' poking its way out of his sheath.
The teen took in a sharp breath as he felt Razor's tongue on his member quite unexpectedly because his eyes were closed. With that little tease, his member has halfway out of his sheath, as if saying 'give me more and I'll come out.'
Letting off a low, seductive growl, Razor eased his tongue over the teasing pink mass as it was inviting him to do more. Closing his eyes for a moment, he just enjoyed the taste and smells of his new lover and made his pleased state quite clear with the waving of his brushy tail.
Sixam opened his eyes when he heard the growl to see the older canine's tail wagging. "Somebody looks happy," Sixam said as his length unsheathed all the way.
Nodding as he looked at the fully erect mass of the fox, the larger male smirked, "Yes, somebody DOES look happy. He chuckled softly and licked up the whole mass, his breath warm but heavy. He then moved his attention down and started to lick at Sixam's rear once again.
Sixam laughed a little when he realized Razor was talking about him when he saw that he was fully erect. This caused Razor to smirk as he found the laughing cute. When his rear was licked, the fox moaned and got goose bumps. He was greatly enjoying this more so than last time and he said so.
"This feels a lot better than last time now that I'm not scared."
The larger male nodded and slowly licked up farther, once again tending to the fox's balls, growling softly as he was dying to take the boy...again. He closed his eyes and growled softly, "Well...ready for us to move on to the next step?" he asked, nuzzling the boy's lap gently and smiling softly.
Sixam replied with a simple nod and "Yes."
The werewolf smiled and crawled up slowly, licking the boy's chest and then his neck. Sixam murred as he was licked. Slowly, Razor started pressing his wolfen mass against the fox's puckered hole. As the teen felt the large member at his hole, he braced himself for what he knew was coming next. After waiting a moment, the larger male began to push himself forward, entering his new lover. Sixam groaned in pain as he was entered. It did not hurt as much as last time, but it still hurt.
Feeling himself enter Sixam, he closed his eyes tight, letting off a low, deep growl. The fox in turn grunted as he tried to relax and take Razor in fully. When he heard the growl from his new mate, a small wave of terror flowed though him but tried to push that out. He knew, or at least thought, that Razor would never do anything to hurt him.
The werewolf's tail stopped moving and as soon as he felt that enough had been inserted into the young fox, he stayed still for a moment, allowing him to get use to the intrusion. With this stop of action, the boy was happy for the break. It wasn't as tough as the first time but he was still not use to Razor's mass.
Razor started to lick and nip at Sixam's neck. When he did this, the smaller male put his arms around Razor's neck, trying to either pull Razor down or pull himself up to be closer to him. Razor then began to bite very gently at the large fox ears, letting off a calm murr. With his ears being bitten slightly, the younger of the two, yipped a little but calmed down when he heard the tranquil murring. Being held close to the smaller male, Razor allowed himself to be pressed against the other, secretly liking the closeness.
Sixam wanted to stay like this forever. Having someone that loved him physically made him happy. He started to cry and buried his face in Razor's shoulder so the older male would not know.
Once he felt that the boy had calmed down enough, he slowly started moving his mass in and out of the tight recesses he had once again found himself in. But stopped nibbling when he heard the yelp, thinking he had hurt the boy. As the fox buried his face in Razor's chest, the werewolf breathed calmly, keeping his movements slow and steady. He rubbed the side of his head against the top of the boy's. That was when he heard the fox's gentle weeping.
Stopping, Razor looked down at Sixam, "Am I hurting you?"
Sixam looked up at Razor with tears in his eyes. "No, you're not hurting me. I'm just really happy. I'm happy that I met you and I'm happy that you love me. It's really nice to have someone here with me, that's all." Sixam gave a weak smile.
Blushing at the word 'love,' Razor nodded. "Happy tears?" he asked, nuzzling the boy's neck as he started to slowly move himself back and forth once again.
"Yes. Happy tears." Sixam said as he closed eyes and continued to hang on to Razor, moaning a bit every now and then.
He nodded again and licked at the fox's cheeks softly to lap up the tears, his thrusting getting slightly deeper as he did so but still kept his pace steady, for now.
Sixam grunted a bit as Razor's pace picked up speed. Then something entered his mind...something that the werewolf had said the day before. 'Doggy-style.' He wanted to try that since he had already had it on his back. "Wait. Wait." He said softly but in a serious tone.
Once he was told to wait, Razor stopped and looked down to Sixam, blinking and speaking just as softly, "Is something wrong?" He seriously didn't want to hurt or upset the boy.
"No...not really. I just want to try something you mentioned yesterday. You called it 'doggy-style.' I want to try that." He looked up at Razor with that look that only children can do when they are trying to get their way.
"Umm...doggy-style? I...er...can get a little carried away when doing it that way." He looked into the pleading eyes. "Are you sure you want to try it?" Since Sixam's eyes did not change, he nodded slowly and eased himself out of the boy.
Sixam grunted a little as Razor pulled out of him and let go of his neck. "Yes...I'm sure. I want to do this. I want to try everything that I can."
"You ...have to get onto all fours...and then...I can mount you." He blushed slightly at the thought of what they were about to do. His heart began pounding at the idea of doing it the way he found most natural. He was still a little wary though, he knew that he could lose himself a lot easier if they did it this way, but it was Sixam's choice. "I'll try to be gentle..." he said smiling softly to the young fox, waiting for him to move or signal that he had changed his mind.
Sixam giggled slightly at the word 'mount' as he began to get into position. He hesitated once heard the were would say that he would try to be gentle. He wondered just how rough it could get and if he should back out. He pushed the thought about not doing it out of his mind. He wanted to try this, even if it got rough. Suddenly he realized that he had just stopped where he was and must have seemed hesitant to Razor.
He smiled weakly and got on his paws and knees. "Ok, I think I'm ready," he said with a wavering voice.
Razor watched the boy, noticing his halt in movement. Once he spoke, he could tell the difference in Sixam's voice. He didn't want to force the boy, but at the same time, he did not want to scare the fox into never allowing him to do this again. Smiling, he moved closer, licking up the young fox's rear and soon crept over him. He placed his paws on Sixam's stomach and shuffled closer.
Pressing the pink tip of his wolfen member against the boy's rear, he leaned in slowly to where his nose was by Sixam's ear. "When you're ready, I'll enter you again," he said, licking at his cheek softly.
Sixam took a deep breath and prepare himself. He knew it would still hurt but not as much because Razor was just in him a few moments before. He asked himself one more time if this was really what he wanted to do and he decided it was. With one more breath, he said "Ok. I'm ready."
Razor nodded slowly once the boy announced that he was ready. He pushed his mass forward and back into the depths it was occupying moments before. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his cheek against Sixam's gently and waited for the boy to adjust to him, know he would still need to.
Sixam grunted a bit as Razor entered his hole for a third time now. The pain wasn't as bad this time. "I must be getting use to it,' he thought happily but was still thankful that the larger male waited.
Once the werewolf felt that he had waited enough, he started to ease his lower region forward and then back slowly, the tops of his fingers pressing on the lower part of the young canine's sides, just above his hips. He wasn't pressing too hard, just enough to stabilize the boy a little as he started moving.
As Razor gripped his sides, the teen thought, 'This isn't so bad. What was I worried about?'
With his cheek still pressed against Sixam's, he started to thrust a little faster into the fox. His paws moved slightly, his fingertips placed against the lower part of the young fur's stomach. Closing his eyes, he pulled Sixam ever so slightly closer to him, making him enter the young, red and white canine a little more. Holding him firmly, he kept a steady pace as his tail beat about and circle round slightly. He started breathing a little heavier, his tongue hanging out of his mouth slightly for a moment before he realized what he was doing and pulled it back into his mouth. He wanted to keep his control here and not give into his more animal side, even though he was mostly as animal.
Sixam started to moan as Razor picked up speed and started to press into his prostate more. He still didn't see how this could get rough. He was extremely enjoying this. The pleasure was great. He began to start panting.
Shutting his eyes tighter as he started thrusting harder, he held the boy firmly in place as he slowly started to lean his head back, his tail clearly showing his enjoyment. He started panting heavily as he was now going faster and harder than he had done with the boy before.
Sixam moaned and groaned loudly as Razor's pace picked up speed and started thrusting hard and fast, more than he had ever felt before. As Razor continued to assault his prostate, he began to feel an orgasm coming. He panted in complete ecstasy as his lover continued to move in and out of him quickly.
Still panting, Razor shook his head slowly. Pulling himself closer to the boy, he started letting off quiet whines rooted in deep pleasure. Before he knew what had happened, his knot worked its way into Sixam's rear causing the fox to yelp. Now locked, the werewolf started whining louder with each of his thrusts into the boy, every movement bringing closer and closer to his own explosion. "I..." Holding back and gritting his teeth, he focused on making his mate cum first. He licked up in-between the fox's shoulders slowly.
Sixam couldn't hold out any longer. The act of being tied with his mate and the sensual licks that he was getting pushed him over the edge and he had has third orgasm within 24 hours. He let off a loud moan as he rode the wave of intense pleasure.
Hearing the foxboy moan loudly, Razor kept his eyes closed tight. Easing his paw down Sixam's now messy boyhood and balls slowly, he rubbed there for a moment, trying to stay calm. He soon moved his paw back to the boy's stomach to join the other, pressing them both against his mid-section. He then increased his speed and got slightly harder in thrusting. It was not enough to injure or hurt either of them, but it was now out of pure animal lust... His panting matched his thrusting as he brought himself closer with each of his movements in and out of the tight hole he was still occupying. His body temperature was increasing because of his physical workout, and the normal sex-blush wasn't helping him either. He started letting off whines every not and then, it was clear that he was about to cum.
Razor started whining louder and longer as his animal passion took over. His wolfhood was throbbing, ready to burst. Thrusting hard and fast, he shook his head quickly as he felt himself building a little too fast. Taking deep breaths, he threw his head back, maw open, and let off a loud howl as he hit a climax. Razor's cream soon filled the boy's insides as the wolf's sounds of pleasure echoed around the room and hallway. He slowed down dramatically after that until his thrust all but stopped and his paws dropped down to the bed to hold himself up. He then started to ease himself out of the boy only to find himself stuck. His eyes widened and he looked down at Sixam, trying to pull out again. "Umm...we got a problem.
Sixam felt the tug at his sphincter and knew what had happened. He didn't know much about sex but he did know a bit about the canine body. He looked over his shoulder at Razor. "Uh...yeah...it seems you've tied into me," he looked away and blushed a little, "I don' mind really. I like being close to you. Why don't we just lie down and wait for you to shrink?"
Razor blushed under his fur as he listened to the boy speak and started to smile. He thought he would get in trouble for it. He nodded and lied down slowly, as he was attached to the fox, and nuzzled the boy, resting with him. "This is kinda nice." he said murring as he started to relax more and more. Almost ready to go to sleep, he just held his new mate and murred softly.
Murring as he was nuzzled, the teen said, "Yes. This is very nice." He was happy to be with Razor and the fact that they were connected made it even better. As he closed his eyes, he heard a familiar voice calling from downstairs.
The cheetah entered the house with some groceries as he did every so often. "Hey, Six! Are you here?" he called out, thinking he might be swimming or at the gorge.
Sixam's heart started to race. "Oh no! Not now. Why did he have to come now?"
Hearing someone enter the house, the werewolf's ears swiveled about a little before pointing back. He looked down at Sixam. The boy was obviously getting worried and clearly knew who it was. He looked towards the door, not sure what to do. There were still stuck together so there was no use in trying to move or hide. Looking back to Sixam, he just shook his head and sighed, resting it back down over the boy's shoulder. It was clear he was exhausted, to exhausted to even worry. He whispered to the boy calmly, "Don't worry, you won't get in trouble. I'll make it look like I did this and there was nothing you could do."
Sixam looked over his shoulder and shook his head. "I won't let you do that. This was something I asked for. Plus Enix is pretty laidback. I'm sure if I just explain everything to him, he would be okay with it. I hope. He had known Enix since he was eight. They were close, like brothers. They had shared so many secrets. He hoped Enix could keep another one.
Razor nodded and closed his eyes, understanding to a certain extent. He just lied there, smiling slightly. "If he's not, what then?" Slowly he opens his eyes and looks at Sixam before starting to groom the fur on his shoulder tentatively.
The twenty-yearld cheetah placed the groceries in the kitchen and proceeded to head upstairs to Sixam's bedroom. He thought the boy might have gotten sick because of the previous days of rain. He thought that he had heard whispering and an unfamiliar voice. When he got to the room, he saw why. He stood in the doorway looking at the two canines, not saying a thing.
Sniffing the air, the werewolf looked towards the feline, looking him up and down slowly before turning to his mate, "What now?"
The fox gave his friend a sheepish grin, "Umm...Hiya Enix."
Waiting for the cheetah to answer, Razor just nuzzled the young male's cheek. Since he knew the feline and probably knew how he would react to the new male in the room. He yawned slightly with a silent whine at the end and shook his head trying to wake himself up. He was tired because of what they had done and because he really hadn't slept yet, but he wouldn't sleep while Enix was there.
Enix nodded slightly and asked, "Umm...what are you doing?"
Sixam looked at him innocently. "We were...uh...having sex and kind of got stuck." He grinned sheepishly. "You're not mad or anything are you? And...and please don't tell my parents."
Looking towards Enix as Sixam and then back to his red furred lover as he said about them being stuck. "Yeah...stuck."
Enix looked at the boy for a moment before smiling. "No...I'm not mad. Why would I be? What you do is your business. And you should know by now that I can keep a secret. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" he motioned to Razor.
The fox was relieved to hear the spotted feline's words. "Enix, this is Razor, my new mate I guess you would say. Razor, this is Enix, a family friend and one time babysitter who now like a brother."
Looking back to Enix as they were introduced, he nodded slowly and weakly smiled. "Hi. I'd get up and shake your paw but...you know." Resting his head down, he smiled. "At least we're comfy."
"Well, since the two of you are 'tied up' at the moment, sort to speak," he chuckled, "I'll just talk to you later. I brought you some stuff, Six. Since there will be two eating here now, I'll being some more soon." He nodded at Razor, "Well it was nice meeting you Razor. Sorry to have barged in on you like this." Then he looked Sixam squarely in the eyes, "We'll talk about this later." And he left.
Sixam called out behind him, "Thanks for stopping by Enix and thanks for the food."
Once the feline had left, the werewolf lied his head back down, rubbing his cheek against Sixam's gently, feeling content and happy but also tired sine he'd kinda let loose.
Sixam murred softly as Razor rubbed cheeks with him. He was very content now. He closed his eyes and relaxed, relived that Enix took that well. He started to drift off to sleep. "I love you, Razor," he muttered in his tired state.
Razor eyes went wide and he flushed at the statement. He wasn't sure how to react. He just lied his head down against the fox's and slowly closed his eyes.
Breathing a sigh of contentment, Sixam fell asleep.
Making sure he didn't crush the boy, Razor got comfy and drifted to sleep.
YAY! Chapter III. There is still more, but once again, I would like some feedback. Send your comments and thoughts to Sixam (dot) Canoscan (at) yahoo (dot) com. Yet again... I hope you have enjoyed this as much as we have. Ciao. | Sixam's Razor III: A Little Exercise by Sixam | [
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"Yeah hon, how ya doing?" I ask.
"Okay, but I'm calling to see how you're doing." Beth says."
"I'm doing okay, just getting up." I'm lying now, and I feel Becky stir next to me. I'm glancing at her and staring at the nipple rings, damn, those things amaze me.
"So I was gonna come over, is that okay?" She asks.
"Maybe later, I've got a few things to do this morning. What time is it anyway?"
"About nine thirty," she answers, sounding disappointed.
"Why don't you come over about noon?" I ask.
"Okay, hey, is Beck up yet?" Beth asks.
"I don't know; I don't think so." And the question ticks me off, but I say nothing about it.
"Well, when she does, would you have her call me?" She says.
"Sure, as soon as I see her, I'll have her call." Now I'm uncomfortable with the lies and want to hang up.
"Thanks," Beth says, then finishes with "Bye."
I hang up the phone and Beck rolls over to face me. She is awake.
"So dear sir, are you protecting this maidens' honor, by not telling Beth I was right here?"
I look at her amused, but go with the genre.
"My dear Madame, are you the young queen, or are you still the princess?" I ask quietly.
"I'm the princess; I've not yet become queen." She replies, lowering her eyes. God she does look innocent I think, actually, she looks fifteen years old like that and I'm dumbstruck.
"Well, until you do, become queen I mean; I'll protect your honor from being tarnished by anyone. That includes the maiden Bethany." I finish.
She giggles, and then gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"And has this knight ever had a royal worship him?" She asks, keeping that coy look in her eye.
"I think not," I reply.
Then without another word, she slides down the bed, engulfs me and within seconds I'm as hard as any saber ever used in the middle ages. I'm in bliss here and when I get through with what she was going after, she holds me longer than any woman has ever held me like that. Finally, she releases my cock and heads back up the bed to my arms.
She kisses me on the cheek, and then suggests we take a shower. I'm for that and we head into the bathroom. Now it's almost a repeat of earlier, she's washing me, taking her time, and then I wash her. When that's all done, she turns around and takes advantage of my height and her lithe body and good strength. She encircles my neck, pulls herself up until her legs go around my waist, holds herself up with one hand, she then uses the other to take my surprisingly hard-again dick and impales herself.
I can not believe that within a few minutes of my cumming, she's got me hard again. She doesn't move at first, just uses some mysterious muscles in there to milk me like a soft velvet glove. Within minutes though I've got to move and as I do she throws her head back and arching her back goes vocal. Now I've had a lot of experience with sex, and I've cum at the same time as my partner, but I've never had one pull me with her scream right to it. Her head slumps against my shoulder, holds on tight with her arms, and removes her legs from around my waist. Slowly, ever so slowly she lowers her feet to the shower, kisses me, and shuts the water off.
We leave the shower, I grab a towel, throw one to her and as I dry off I walk back into the bedroom. A minute later, she comes out, naked as the day she was born. I watch as she removes the nipple rings, puts them in her purse, then grabs her panties, puts them on and follows with her jeans. I'm mesmerized, and don't know why. Then she picks up her sweater, faces me fully, naked from the waist up and slowly pulls her sweater on without ever taking her eyes off me. She glances down, slips into her shoes and then says, "You gonna get dressed or what."
I recover from my trance and go about getting dressed. When I finally pulled my boots on and turned around, she's gone.
I walk down the hall, turn into the kitchen and she's standing with the refrigerator door open. The coffee is beginning to brew, so she's already taken care of that.
"Want bacon and eggs?" She asks.
"That sounds good. And while you do that, I've gotta go out and feed the horses. Won't take but a few minutes. Okay?"
"Sure," she says without looking at me.
"Oh, and you're supposed to call Beth." I remind her. She nods her head.
I go out the back door and head to the stables. Looks like it's going to be nice day weather wise, but that's probably all it's going to be. With Beth coming over, it really wouldn't matter if the sun was shining or not. We're going to have a storm, and that storm has nothing to do with the weather.
My thoughts turn to Becky and now that I'm away from her, breathing fresh air and thinking a little clearer, I smell trouble. Mentally, going back to the bedroom I think about the conversation we'd had and it hits me. Jesus Christ, would she take the "princess or queen" thing to think I'm proposing marriage. Shit, that's not what I meant, but can clearly see how she could have taken it that way.
I'm feeding the mares, notice the bucket outside the bin, and realize Beth had fed last night. I wonder if she came into the house, then doubted it. Becky's car is in the driveway and my truck is missing from the garage, I just hope Beth didn't come in.
My mind wanders back to Becky. I'm troubled now; I'm thinking this is not what she or I need. So she had a crush on me once, maybe still feels strongly about that, but how fair is that to her? In ten years I'll be depending on doctors and meds, maybe even Viagra to keep me on an even keel. Ten years from then who knows what? I mean she'd be in her mid fifties; I'd probably be in a wheel chair and then what? I smoke for Christ sakes that will probably change a lot of things in the next couple of years not ten or fifteen.
What about kids? Becky should have kids, and I sure as hell don't want kids at my age. Net, net, this is a bad move all around. Well, there's more reality I think as I slam the stable door shut and head to the house, my head somewhere around my ankles.
Walking into the house I'm hit with the sweet smell of bacon, see eggs sizzling in the pan, and the toast pops up just as I close the door. Looking at the table I see my plate already has hash browns on it and a glass of tomato juice sitting there too. God this girl did pay attention when she lived with us; she'd just made my favorite breakfast.
"Hungry?" She asks looking up as she takes the eggs out of the skillet.
"Famished." I say and go to sit down.
She brings the rest of the breakfast to the table, fills my plate, and then hers, before she finally sits down.
"Reality huh?" She asks, looking at me with hurt in her eyes, and something else. Scared; she's scared right now, and I'm thinking she can read minds. I start turning red with embarrassment, she's figured out what I was thinking while I was outside. How? Hell, I don't know how, call it woman's intuition, but she knows as surely as if I'd said it.
"What do you mean?" I ask, feigning innocence, but I'm as good at wearing that as I am humility and I know she knows that too.
"Never mind, just eat before it gets cold," she says icily.
We do, and before you know it, the foods gone and I'm feeling like a cigarette. I offer her one and she takes it, leaning to the flame I offer her.
"Wanna go for a horse ride?" I ask, and have no idea why I've done so.
"We have time before Beth gets here?"
"Sure, and if we're not back, she'll wait." I reply.
So we clear the table, stack the dishes in the sink, and head outside. As we go into the stable, Becky heads to the tack room and starts pulling on a pair of boots. I look at her symmetry again, and my heart wavers a moment. God, to be with something like that for the rest of my life I'm thinking. How could that be a bad thing? I push the thought away from my mind.
Twenty minutes later, we're headed out the back field fence and into open country. We ride, easy with each other's company, but neither of us is talking until she breaks the silence.
"So what's got you so deep in thought Phil?" She asks, looking at me.
"I dunno, a hundred things I 'spose."
"And am I any one of those?" She asks, staring at me hard.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you are."
"Good things or bad things?" She continues to stare.
"Becky, I don't know, I really don't. I wouldn't classify you in any 'bad' thoughts, maybe sad, I don't know." I reply.
"Why sad?" She asks.
"Cause you are so young. Hell honey, there's twenty plus years between us, you've got your whole life ahead of you, I don't. What about kids? You probably want to have kids, and to be honest, I sure as hell don't." I explain, looking directly into her eyes.
"That's it. You're older and don't want to have kids?" She asks surprised.
"Well, there's more I suppose, but those are the biggest ones." I respond.
"Wow, that's pretty simplistic Phil, does it matter how I feel about it?" She asks.
"Well of course, I'm thinking about you, you're the reason I am thinking this way. Becky I could so easily fall in love with you forever, but how fair is that to you?" I ask.
"Does it have anything to do with what others will think?"
"No, not really." I'm a bit stunned by that but hold my tongue.
"It wouldn't make any difference to you that I'd suddenly be Bethany's step-mom if we got hooked up?" Becky asks.
"Well, I don't think so. I hadn't thought about that. It's the age and kids, really it is Beck." I finish, but looking at her I know she knows I'm lying. Hell that is an issue. What would people think?
"Get off your horse Phil." She says flatly.
"What?" I ask; having no idea what this is about.
"Get off your fucking horse Phil." She says mean as a snake.
I dismount and as I come around the left side, Becky who's still mounted up to the right of my horse, leans down, grabs my horse's reins, wheels, and takes off. I'm no where near ready for this maneuver and I stand there dumbfounded as I realize I've got about two miles to walk to get back to the ranch. Shit!
When I finally arrive back at the stables, Becky is nowhere to be seen, and there stands Bethany, grooming my horse, Becky's horse is already unsaddled and back in her stall.
"Long walk?" Beth inquires.
"Yes. What the hell was that all about?" I ask, mad as hell.
"Dad, let's forget for a moment what's between us. I gotta tell you, you've hurt Becky more than you'll ever know. I can't believe what you said to her."
"Hurt her, Jesus Christ Beth, I was being honest."
"She told you how she felt about you, and all she's been through?"
"Yes she told me all of it," I say.
"No dad, she didn't tell you everything." Beth says flatly.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Look, go in, get a cup of coffee, and let me get your horse done. We've got a lot of talking to do, and actually I don't care if we settle the issue between us, right now, I don't give a fuck about that." She says uncharacteristically.
So, I did. I go to the house, pour a cup of coffee, go to the cupboard, put a shot of brandy in it, and as I light my cigarette realize that my hands are shaking.
Goddamn it, life wasn't so complicated forty eight hours ago. I was trying to get over my wife's death for heaven's sake, and this, well, this sucks, big time.
A few minutes later, Beth comes into the house and grabs a cup of coffee for herself. She stirs the creamer into it and comes over to the table where I'm sitting.
"Okay dad, as I pull into the drive way I see her leading your horse on a dead run headed to the stable. I figure you've been hurt or something so I run out to meet her as she slides to a stop. She's almost hysterical by then, which makes me believe you really are hurt, but as I keep asking her, she keeps saying no, you're walking home. After a minute or so, she calms down long enough to tell me what she'd told you last night, about her dad, her feelings towards you, the whole bit. Okay, you won't talk about what you and Becky did last night and I respect that, but she made it very clear that for a few hours last night she had realized her long held dream of telling you how she felt. Not only did she get to tell you, she actually got to show you how much she loved you. Those were her words. She also said, she was 'on cloud nine', until you came in from feeding the horses. She knew you were having second thoughts then, but went riding in the hopes she was wrong. On the ride, she realized she wasn't and you were already getting cold feet."
"Cold feet? Jesus Christ Bethany, I'm not having cold feet, I'm being practical. She's your age for Christ's sake! Life doesn't work that way. Autumn/Spring marriages are a mistake, I've seen it before." I'm a little pissed right now.
"Didn't she call you this morning?" I ask.
"No, I waited for her to, but the first I talked to her was out by the stable." Beth answers, and then continues, "Practical? You call love being practical? When did that start? Beth asks.
"When reality hit me this morning." I answer.
"Tell me, goddamn it, tell me what practical is all about." She slams her fist on the table.
"I'm middle aged, she's young, she'll want kids, I sure as hell don't." I blurt out.
"So you'll fuck her, but won't marry her. That's sweet, I know a lot of young men that would do the same thing, I thought you were a bit above that you prick! Becky can't HAVE kids!" She screams at me. It's then that I reacted in a way so uncharacteristic of me, I was shocked.
I slapped her. I reached across the table, swung as I stood up and slapped her across her face. I dunno it wasn't just what she'd said; 'cause I really WAS a prick. It was a combination of being with two women, so different on one hand, and so very much alike on the other. One was my daughter, I'd actually fucked my own daughter and I was sick about it. I'd made love to Becky and I loved it as it happened. I guess I felt trapped. Trapped by what Beth had done, and very much on the spot by what Becky had said. Now I find out Beck can't have kids, and I'm stupefied again.
Beth's reaction caught me off guard too. She slapped me back. Well, that's not true, she didn't slap me, she cold cocked me. Her fist was doubled up, she connected with my jaw and I dropped like a ton of bricks. If that wasn't bad enough, she calmly walks over and kicks me square in the balls for the coup de grace.
She does that, then she drops to her knees, pulls me to her and crying hysterically tells me how sorry she is. I'm trying to pry my eyeballs from the back of my skull, holding my balls and wondering what's coming now.
During the next thirty minutes, I recover; go back to sitting in my chair. Beth keeps the coffee coming and we're not speaking during the whole time.
Finally after what seemed like hours, but as I said was only thirty minutes, Beth finally sits back in her chair, across from me. She's idly stirring her coffee but still not talking.
"You know what dad?" Beth asked.
"What now?" I ask.
"This is so fucked."
"What is?" I'm looking at her steadily.
"This whole thing about you and me, this thing about you and Becky, I don't get it."
"What don't you get?"
"Was the sex good between you and her?" She asks.
"I'm not talking about that Beth, and you know it." I respond.
"Okay, was it good between you and me?" She asks now, and I really don't want to talk about that either and say so.
"That's not fair, actually that's unfair as hell. What is sex to you then?" She changes her tactic.
"It's about love, with someone you love, someone you care about." I reply.
"Do you love either one of us?" She asks.
"I love you both, differently I suppose, but I do love you both." I answer.
"What's masturbation?" She suddenly asks.
"What? I'd rather not have this conversation Beth, really I wouldn't."
"Well we're having it goddamn it, and we're having it now, so answer the fucking question." She says defiantly, as my jaw throbs and balls ache remembering that just a bit ago I pissed her off, and didn't want to go down that road again..
"Masturbation is a tool I suppose for those who choose to use it." I reply a bit hesitantly.
"Do you?" She inquires.
"Masturbate? Well, is that really important? Why do you need to know that?"
"I'm asking the questions here dad, you just answer." She's pretty adamant now.
"Okay, I do, so what?"
"I've already said, I'm asking the questions, and I kind of figured you did. My question is who do you think about when you do?" She says; arms folded across her chest.
"Well, I don't know, I think you already know about my feelings for Nancy, so I suppose it's her when I do." I answer.
"Is she the only one? I find that a little hard to believe."
"Well no, there are others, actually, Becky has come to mind on more than one occasion, especially when I was drinking so much and Becky stayed here awhile with you and I. Hell, you both moved back in for that month or so." I said as honestly as I could.
"What about me? Ever go there with me?" She asks.
I hang my head 'cause she's hit a chord, and I really didn't want to hear that tune played.
"You do, don't you?" She asked, and not being surprised by it.
"Yes, well I have I guess." I say.
"You GUESS? You fucking guess? What kind of an answer is that?" Now she's mad.
"Okay Bethany, I do, I mean I have, yes you've come to mind at times. What do you want me to say?" I'm looking her right in the eyes now.
"So which is better, the fantasy or the reality?" She asks, much subdued.
"The reality is of course. Actually I..." and I pause.
"What? Actually you what dad?" She stares back at me.
"Well actually Beth, I've never thought about what we really did the other night, I guess I fantasized about your breasts mainly, how they'd feel, that sort of thing."
"So the answer is the reality was better than the fantasy." She says.
"Well of course it was; it was mind blowing, to say the least. That is of course, until I found out who it was." I finish.
"And what exactly made it so bad when you found out?" She's going to press this to the end, I know that now.
"It's the whole incest thing Beth, it's wrong, it's a bit sick and twisted, I dunno." Look what Becky went through, look how she's suffered because of that." I say and now I can't look her in the eyes.
"Dad," she starts. "Look at me dad. Do I look like I suffered because of what happened? I'm thirty five years old for Christ sake, not a fifteen/sixteen year old kid that got forced into some perverted shit with a drunk dad who couldn't keep his hands off me. I WANTED that to happen, I LOVED it when it did, and I want MORE whenever it's offered." She finished, and the honest look in her eye tells me she's serious as a heart attack.
"When Beck's dad killed himself, there were rumors at school. Kids hear their parents talk and everybody knew he hung in the bars and screwed anything he could get his hands on. Now Becky, she denies it all those years, because she really felt way down deep it was in some way her own fault he did that to her. She knows now it wasn't, but back then it was pretty hard on her. She always thought if she'd just run away and not left the note, her dad wouldn't have shot himself, and maybe even gotten help. But I gotta ask you, don't you feel what happened between us is on a different level? Do you think I'm gonna get all twisted up and shitty over us?" She says.
"Probably not Beth, but that doesn't make it right. It just doesn't seem right, I dunno, I can't even think about it right now."
"Well look at these dad," she says and opens her blouse. I'm staring at those beauties again, and this time in broad daylight. Jesus Christ she has a pair of tits like I've never seen. Even carrying two children those puppies are standing there like erect buildings. I drop my eyes hoping their magnetism will release me, but not before I notice the nipple rings are missing.
"I offer these when you want them, and anything else attached to me. I'm not ashamed, and I think the reality is much better than the fantasy, so there you have it about me."
"You," she continues, and pulls her blouse shut, "you have to figure out not only what to do about me, you gotta figure out what to do about Becky, 'cause that woman loves you beyond reason, and to be honest dad, you couldn't find a better woman to be in your life. Now think of that, she finishes, gets up, and walks out the door, slamming it as she goes.
I gotta be honest here, she really didn't have to slam it that hard, but she did and I jumped a foot when the shock wave hit.
So I sit there for about ten minutes, my mind going all sorts of crazy ways, and then head to the cupboard, pull down the brandy again, and splash some in my cup. But you know what? Even as I add the coffee I know I can't go down this road, so after one sip, I step to the sink and pour it out. Looking out the window I'm a bit surprised to see Beth's car still here. She hasn't left, and I have no idea where she is. I walk back to the living room, lie on the couch, and get lost in thought. I thought I was thinking, but if the truth were known, I fell asleep. It was a troubled sleep to say the least and at some points I'm fucking Bethany with Becky cheering us on, and at others' I'm slamming Becky with Bethany screaming encouragement. Weird, but when I wake up about four hours later, I'm bathed in sweat and shakin' like a dog shittin' peach seeds.
Getting off the couch I go back to the window and I'm relieved to see Beth's car is gone. I go out the back door and head to the stables. Little early for feeding, but I want to get it done before dark. Damn, I never did muck any of the stalls out today I think, but then excuse myself from doing it til tomorrow; at least I'm still in charge of the fucking horses. A bit later, chores done, I head back to the house and looking through the garage door, I'm surprised to see my truck in there. I know Beth took care of that, but who helped her; I have no idea.
Walking back into the house I see my keys hung up on the hook, and on the table is a note I'd not seen before. It's from Beth and it says to call her when I wake up. I go to the phone and do exactly that.
"Hey hon." I say.
"How ya feeling?" She asks.
"Okay I guess." Which isn't a lie, I'm just guessing here, 'cause I don't know exactly how I am feeling.
"Want some company?" She asks, and my hackles come up.
"I dunno hon, hadn't thought about it. I guess we could talk." I reply as calmly as I can.
"Naw, I don't want to talk anymore dad. If you want company, I'll come over, if you wanna talk about this shit, call someone else." She says, and then finishes with, "You tell me."
"Please come over." I whisper, and right then I fall forever across the line.
The phone goes dead and I go back to the living room. Why I'm so damn tired is beyond me, but I lay down on the couch, and after throwing my arm over my face, I drift off. Don't know how long I dozed, but suddenly Beth's tugging at my arm telling me to get up.
"Let's just go to bed dad." She says and I dutifully get off the couch and follow her. Funny part about this is, neither of us says a word, now I'll grant ya, we talked a lot about it later, but right then, we just went back to the bedroom, got out of our clothes, and got into bed.
I did notice the nipple rings were back in and I remember realizing that when these girls thought sex was in the air, the rings were on, any other time, they weren't. But I didn't say anything to her about that little observation, I just pulled her to me, and she spooned in like she'd lived there before.
I did put my right arm under hers and grasp her breast. Didn't touch the ring, just held her boob, and marveled at its size, firmness, and warmth. Then I was dead to the world, and I have no idea how long I slept til my erection woke me up, poking and sniffing around her ass and panting to get into something. I guess that would wake most men up, and I was feeling pretty good when that happened. As the fog completely cleared my head I realized he wasn't up on his own, he had someone's fingers wrapped around him stroking him to his current frenzied state.
The back of Beth's left leg was firmly pressed against the front of my left leg, and her right leg was bent at the knee and pulled up so that her leg was almost to her belly. She was opening herself up, pistoning my friend with her fist, and getting ready to haul him into one of those warm tunnels she had opened. Turned out it was her cunt she chose first, and as she tugged him forward, I helped propel him home.
Then the magic, the warmth; the fuck-my-eyesut movements that go on for a few moments until she said, "No! Hold on a second." She pulls forward, unplugging my friend, and he's a little pissed about that, to which I agree; one shouldn't treat friends like that. But she quickly rolls over on her back, spreads her legs, and pulls me atop her. I'm home again in a second and breathing easier at the feeling.
Now she pulls my face to hers and we kiss. I mean we kiss like we've been marooned on an island away from the opposite sex for six or seven years. She takes in a deep breath as I start to establish a rhythm until we both arch, hold our breath, see stars together and cum like gangbusters.
This woman's a sexual athlete at her peak, and why I recognize that with awe at this particular time instead of having the feelings of guilt run into my heart, is beyond me. But I do it gladly as I kiss her softly and then roll to the side and bring her with me.
"I love you ya know." She says simply.
"And I you, above all else, I love you." There, simply given; simply said. We're both off in our own little worlds thinking thoughts, holding each other as tightly as we can and eventually doze off peacefully. I enter that never-never land that, for whatever reason tonight, is a peaceful place with lovely bird noises and the sound of a small brook running near by. I sleep the sleep of the dead, and am happy to be there.
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The hunt for a male delicacy Copyright of Nintendo, Game Freak and anyone I do not know Character are mine (Delete341)
Two females were hunting for a rare treat. The weavile and ninetales were talking. They had a winter agreement that was done for a few winters. The weavile got to stay in the ninetales' den. They tag-teamed for hunting game in the winter. First they needed a female in heat. They found a frostlass and toyed with her. They wanted her scent as a cover. Neither female was in season so that was the best time for their hunt. The weavile spoke, "Now Kate. I want my share first this year and you get his milk." The ninetales replied, "That will be your winter fee this year but, I want the shaft too. Listen, Judy. I want my delicacy and we will be sticky afterwards and need some private time to clean up. You did bring the stones this year, right?" Kate replied, "I did they are in a bag from the last prize right here. Why?" "You see, when males evolve they regrow 'their berries' and I want earrings this year as a snack later." A few hours of walking they found their prey. A male pansage and the cover scent worked. He was interested in the ninetales. The ninetales acted in heat and he wanted to make her a mother. Kate grabbed him and flipped him on his back. Her tales cover her real goal. She licked his sheath and he was erect in no time. She was a hot fire type and he was a grass type. He was playing with her vulva slit. She was enjoying it and was liking his actions. She was sucking his shaft and he was about to ejaculate when Judy came in and faced Kate. Judy opened her mouth and was chewing on his nuts. Soon his scrotum was bleeding but, he was so interested in his lust he took little notice. His shaft was throbbing and he felt a pain. Judy pulled his fruit tight and ripped them off. His was so close to blowing a load and the ninetales turned and looked at him. They denied his final baby juice. "Why. They never grow back." He asked. Kate told him, "I have a stone here and you get them back right now." She used the leaf stone and he evolved; still, erect into a simisage. His new fruit was free from his removed sack. Judy kept them warm and Kate was finishing the blow job. He was about to give a shot of semen when she started to bite down harder. Soon he was panting and blood dripping from his shaft. She was cooking his penis in her mouth and cauterizing the wound when she felt his release all over her face. He was screaming in a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Judy held his milk makers tight and Kate bit the spermatic cords. Judy took some vines and tied what was left still on his nuts and gave the new earrings to Kate and helped put them on. He was weak as Kate said chewing his 'male hood', "Thanks for the treat and the earrings." Then, she moved his severed penis in her mouth to continue eating. He looked at his gear and, all gone. Judy turned around and was hungry but a new male was in their sight and they traded places.
The simisage was in pain and terror. His gear would never come back. Next to him was a male luxray.
The luxray said, "They never harm me. I am a dud from birth, but they need me for heat. They do not want to be mothers anymore. It is a sad story but you are too afraid to move so listen, well. The ninetales had a loving mate who cared for her until his other female found out and harmed him. The ninetales was sad and angry so, she left her den and found the other female's den and she was not there. Her male young were, and the ninetales was angry. She grabbed each young male and ripped their penis off. Then, she ripped their sack and mutilated the precious jewel inside. She fixed all of them and hurt the females by holding them hostage at her den. The mother found her and the ninetales killed her slowly by pulling her eyes out and her tail off. She was eaten alive. The pups had to watch and soon they accepted the ninetales as their new mother. Just be glad they did not kill you if you hurry a ditto can repair your damage but, be quick and quiet she kills all ditto's in her territory." The simisage was passed out and the luxray carried him into a cave and locked him in chains. The simisage woke up and saw three other males and the luxray outside. He looked down and his gear was still gone but it was sealed with wax. "You all belong to me now and I will have a ditto restore your 'male hood' for life servitude for me. I am her king and if you decline the offer you are for sale. Choose quickly." The luxray said. "You tricked us! We took your word and you are a slave dealer!" The simisage yelled. The luxray spoke again, "Because of him you are all for sale and you are not getting restored except the lucario who paid in full for his freedom. Thank the new cage member for that." The lucario was freed and had his gear restored. He had pledged life servitude to save his sick mother as payment. She was treated and healed. His new role was the personal servant to the luxray. The luxray was the king of the forest and he had no ability to have pups so, the lucario was his next best thing. The lucario was quick to figure it out but his lust was still a challenge. He had several male slaves below is rank to satisfy his lust. If he fathered children, he would lose his new pair and penis. He wanted females but, it was a real risk. If he became a father and was not the valley leader he was not safe. Only the leader of the group got to fathers. It was a rule only for nobility. Savants were higher rank than slaves. Slave and servants were both owned but servants had some rights. They could father children if the master gave them permission. Some could earn their freedom by doing dangerous tasks that slave were not trusted like spying on other nobility and deliver messages. The slaves were not trusted with those tasks. They were castrated and no means of pleasuring females. Female slaves were valued for breeding and house work. Female servants were guards for the unmated quarters for noble females. It was a bit strange to most of the pokémon population. The luxray asked the lucario, "I never got your name what do I call you?" "Seven. Master." The lucario replied. The luxray smirked and asked, "Seven? Why did your mother name you?" "No master. My father was not creative and named all males by order of hatching and only named females. My mother had no choice as she was rased that way." Seven told him. "It is near heat and I have two females coming in for so, do not speak to them. You know them because they took your first set." The luxray told his servant. A few hours later the bell rang for the door and Seven opened the door and shook in fear. It was the weavile and ninetales who took his first set. He swallowed his fear and guided her and a ninetales to his master. His master greeted them and said to his servant, "Pick any three females in my service and you can have them for the week." The lucario received the permission paperwork and he had over thirty to choose from. He was allowed to pick only female slaves to breed with. He picked his first in his head. His master knew this; all his female slaves were locked up during heat away from any males. Seven read the permission and his children were not the mothers' or his but their master's children and were free after one year of servitude for him. The luxray could not support or sell them as property. The ninetales named 'Kate' would not allow this; she was adamant about this. She possessed half valley from her old mate. She defended her territory from others and was vary aggressive about it. She viewed the children of servants and slaves did not deserve to be property all their lives. She was once a slave's daughter as a vulpix. She spent years serving her master until she killed him and picked a mate to run with. She ran with him until he won half the valley and she settled down in her large permeant den. Seven saw his choices and picked numbers 32, 15, 25. Number 32 was his favorite. He lusted for her and she had the same feeling for him. She was a quilava and his best friend. She was a female that gave live birth and that is why he was safe to have sex with her. She wanted children that were with a male that she picked. Usually she had males that paid for her body for a week. She was his first real friend who fell into sickness and captured. She was bought at a low price due to her sickness that she had just recovered. She was the food server and he kept their relationship quiet. He had mated with her before when she was not in heat. Number 15 was a miltank who job was nursing live born children. She laid eggs and clients paid extra for her. She had to provide milk for everyone. She was an older slave who served her master's father and raised him. The luxray gave her more freedom and choice. She rarely was forced into sex. She was considered old and near barren. The nanny of the slaves she hated being a slave but her current master was better than her last three owners. He treated her much better. In her masters' mind she was family. Number 25 was an egg-laying banette who was young and could make lots of eggs. She was near dead by a reaper absol who chained her to a lake and was pulling her under. Seven pulled her out of the water when she worked in the fields. She was his second best choice. She was the most experienced lover there. She hated males and Seven wanted her to save her. He wanted a little privacy and she could guard the door. She could toy with the others for all he cared. She ran from a storm that killed her mother. She was captured and dragged into a harem. She was hard to brake and males raped her several times a day for months and she did not brake or plea. She killed two and was deemed unsuitable for sexual services. She was purchased as joke and given to her current master. She was the ambassador to 'Kate' and had to live in a tower never touched by anyone. She worked in the fields in the summer and the furnace in the winter. Seven wanted to have all of them in the tower. First he had his favorite number 32 and she loved him, he had a whole week without his master needing him for anything. He got all three females better food and drinks. It was a light dinner and heavy drinking. Seven kissed his favorite and he was erect and she was in serous heat. He had her on the floor as the others watched. He was pent up and inexperienced. Free males mated all the time but owned males did not. Most were former males and a few still had their equipment attached. He kissed her passionately and was playing with her vaginal slit with his paw. She was hot and he started to enter her and use his seed properly. She was moaning and he was about to burst and held back. She really wanted his penis to calm her estrous. She held her release until she gave way and her body signaled him and he had a full knot and released in her. They were stuck together for an hour and when he pulled out he was fatigued. Number 25 wanted him and pressed her ice cold body against him. Inside she was warming up and touched his sanative shaft. He looked confused as she played with him. She waved her rear end in front of him and was teasing. He wanted to play with her last and she did not. Number 15 was the one he wanted second and he danced with her as the others watched as the miltank swayed her hips and he was ready for her. He entered her during the dance and was thrusting in her as she started to pant. She fell down and he was pumping in her. She gave in and he filled her with semen. She pulled out and he still had his knot was still stiff. He grabbed number 25 and began to play with her. She wanted sex badly and he entered quickly and he was a tough fit. His knot just fit and he was stuck. He was on the bed and she was on top. He was panting and filled her with his seed. It took an hour for him to deflate enough to come out. All four crashed on the bed and relaxed. It was like being free and that was rare for them. In the morning number 32 got some food for them and all three females did not have to work for this week and came into a morning romp that Seven was in the middle of. She put the food on a table and joined in. She squeezed his jewels and that got his attention when she was twisting his sack. He pushed her back and kissed her. This broke the entertainment and they ate. Afterward he had all three again. Soon he was empty of semen and needed some rest. The door opened and there was a special request 'Kate' wanted. She wanted his milk for her breakfast and the other females were specious. "I got my meal from him and I wanted to try some spunk filled male milk. No real harm will come of him." Kate told them. They heard the rumors about her and Seven told them what she did to him. Number 25 got a bowl out and was giving him a 'paw job' he woke up to this and released a clear stream of semen. Kate was surprised until number 32 told her what the previous night had. He was scared to see Kate and the two others held him down as Kate left the room and he locked the door. He drank some water and ate some fruit. He needed to eat healthy for him to make more sperm. That day was spent sleeping and that night was full of sex. It was the third day and number 32 had her heat dissipated and she read his permission. To her dismay it was not her child but, her masters. She felt that was unfair but she was property and had no choice. She was going to have Seven pups and he loved her. The other two mated that day but 32 decided to look outside of the tower and knew freedom was over the mountain. Number 15 told her, "Over the mountain is a cruel master and even our children would never be free. 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Sorry guys, I have no excuse. This chapter should be five times longer with how long I took to get it to you. I apologize profusely for the wait.
Disclaimer: Read the other ones damn you
Sorry again guys! :(
Chapter 5: The Epsilon
The spade-shaped single-bridge of the Alakandor was in good repair. No longer gleaming, its original metallic coldness had long been replaced with a warmer and more comfortable feeling. The forward screen was displaying the view in front of the ship, the star field blocked only by the blue-green marble that was the Earth. Slowly, Atlas made a motion towards one of the terminals. "This console will let you access the antenna array," he informed. "You can relay off of one of the satellites and hack the facility's system's from here."
Beta looked at Atlas, and then up at Alpha with unease on his face. The pure white fox nodded his head, "Go on Beta. We cannot free our brother without their help. We might even find a way around their security; even rescue Epsilon."
The thinner, more intellectual fox nodded, his ears flicking as his red-brown paws rubbed together slowly. Approaching the console, he watched characters scrawl down the screen, and shook his head. "At least it's not some cryptic 22nd century algorithm.." he mused to himself, before his fingers started dancing across the panel laid before him.
Mathieu stared down at the table quietly, his ears drooping as his love sat across from him. Alraune, his curly hair tied up, watched him with worried eyes; he knew something was wrong.
"Mathieu... Are you okay?" the human queried, his left hand tiptoeing across the table and sliding around the Husky's. They shared a quiet look, and the husky's melancholy face changed dramatically. He had been almost angry before, but now he simply longed in silence for direction.
"Aura... I'm almost scared of what we're gonna find. Those brothers... they... there's something about them..." he muttered, sighing softly as he let his eyes dash upward and watch the face of his human, his love.
The man moved slowly to the other side of the table, dragging the chair up beside his love and pulling the husky into his arms. His face was comforting as he spoke confidently to his boyfriend, "I see it too, feel it even... something isn't right with them... But they're being helpful, so we shouldn't worry too much. Not yet at least."
"What if they betray us? What if they've got abilities like Axis had? They... remind me a lot of him..." sighed the husky, his ears falling as he turned his eyes away again. "What if they used dad's DNA to MacGyver a group of clones?" came the final addition.
"You're jumping to conclusions, Mathieu," was Alraune's dry riposte, his finger sliding 'neath the husky's muzzle to turn his eyes back up. "Until we know what's going on, we can't just blindly act," furthered the man with a frown. "Once we've got access to their computers we'll know what we have to do..."
There was a lapse of silence; uncomfortable noiselessness between the two lovers as they shared a gaze with an almost electric defiance in it. A look between them that carried every word they needed to say, and every thought they wanted to share. Their eyes were carrying a conversation in silence without the aid of a mental medium; without the aid of a neural link or telepathy.
Alraune pulled his husky closer, rubbing his cheek against Mathieu's. As the human's lips came close to the husky's aural canal, the primate spoke soft and gentle. "You know, I'm in love with you... Mathieu," he admitted quietly against the Sirian's furred ear. "Let me be here for you," he added with a lover's warm hold.
Mati's ears flicked and his hands wrapped around behind Aura. The world seemed to fall away slowly, like layers of an onion. First the sound of the people cut out, and then the people themselves faded away. The walls slowly fell, and all that was left was Alraune, the man he loved with all of his heart. "You are... always have been," he said, letting the words brush the man's cheek.
Alraune smirked and closed his eyes, just letting his arms stay like that. Slowly he stood and took hold of the Sirian's hips. The pilot picked Mati up, bridal style. He walked almost dazedly out of the mess hall, still lost from the people around him. He did notice Daemon in the corridors, who informed the pair; "We're going to try to hack the system again in a couple minutes. Atlas wants you two to head to the bridge." As the merc spoke he shifted his weight, standing crookedly with paw to hip almost as if he were scrutinizing the pair.
Golden furred Blaze bobbed his head in time to his music, played through a set of 'headphones' if you could call them that. Tiny buds of machinery thrummed out an ancient rock beat throwing back to the heady days of Earth's rich musical history. He sang along, silently, as he set about his work for the day.
"Taz, doll," came a feminine voice from across the way, and the Lyrii popped open his eyes and looked up and over to her. Very much like a deer in headlights, the man raised an eyebrow and twitched his ear. "Taz, I just sent you over a stack of mail. Filter them for our *dear* governor," sirened the she-wolf before she turned back to her own work.
"Right, M'iella!" his reply came, and he sat up to let his eyes dash through the words. Interplanetary commerce didn't have currency, but here on Sirius one still had to work to earn their way. It wasn't even money, as much as credit, redeemable points that could be used for necessities. It was essential in getting Sirius back together again after the war, so that people wouldn't be a needless drain on resources.
It was all carefully regulated by the governor, an instated official who approved large expenditures of resources. "No... no..." sighed the Lyrii, reading over one proposal. "Too much a triviality; auto-reply," he tapped the screen and sent the message to the mailroom. Opening another he nodded. "He'll want to look at this one at least," he affirmed to himself, sending it through to the governor's mailbox.
It was his job, right now. Boring, but it brought him in what he needed to survive. His 'husband' was off trying to find the Crag; his Son was in the Academy. He had to support himself and his daughter as best he could, and so he worked.
Back within the facility that housed Epsilon, a startled technician began to hastily and frantically type at his keys. "Sir!" called the man, "there is a malicious user in the system. Recommend aggressive hacking countermeasures."
His commander, his seasoned face creased with years of military service, nodded an affirmation and spoke, "Negative. Determine the point of origin."
The man at the keys nodded and began to tap at the controls.
Beta grinned to himself, as he saw their attempts to stop him. "Third line breached. I think I can tap into their surveillance now but I need more time to access the database," voiced the savant Sirian. "Bringing up a live feed, main screen," he added.
The forward screen did, in fact, show the interior of the facility. Many tens of cameras fed them visual information, from what looked like a break room full of technicians to seemingly unoccupied chambers with strange, cylindrical machines. Something caught Jasyn's eye, and he called out to the regular crewman assigned to ship operations.
"Bring up camera 32" he spoke quickly, his eyes widening as he watched the screen. Just as Alraune and Mathieu stepped onto the bridge the requested panel enlarged until it took up half the screen. Jasyn's breath hitched, and Atlas' eye widened in awe; both eyebrows raised high. Mathieu twisted his body and fell to his knees from Alraune's arms, stumbling forward mere moments later to support himself on the captain's chair.
The human stepped in slowly, eyes wide and jaw agape as he and every other pair of the rebels-cum-mercenaries' eyes. Mathieu was speechless as he looked to his love when the man had finally reached him. The man looked as if he'd seen a ghost, and by and by he could have said he had.
Atlas looked at Daemon, his mate's reaction no less aghast at the sight on the main screen. He was almost disgusted at the array of machinery and wires; but most affected was Jasyn... for Jasyn looked at Axis, suspended in a cylinder with conduits and wires attached variously to his body. His markings had faded, and the face was covered in a breather mask; but that face, that perfect face that Jasyn saw when his eyes closed, unchanged from the first time he awoke with him, was Axis.
The remaining brothers-Alpha, Gamma, and Delta-stepped down beside Jasyn, their eyes less wide but still awed, and looked at the peaceful figure.
"Your Axis?" spoke Alpha, letting his eyes regard the wolf to his right. Jasyn shook, visibly rattled with barely constrained anger.
The wolf's eyes clouded, he swallowed a breath, and his fists clenched tightly, as he allowed the growl to leave him. "Bastards... Human bastards!" he rasped, his voice gaining strength as he did. He didn't seem to even perceive the outside world anymore. A tear rimmed each eye, followed by another and another; Jasyn had not cried in waking for Axis in a very long time. His sleep brought forth tears, but when he was awake, he could not fathom shedding a tear any more; he easily shed them now, staring at what was taken from him.
The technicians input several commands in tandem, blocking attempts from this interfering user, but their biggest threat was much smaller than they had seen. "The user seems to have been trying to delete sensitive files. We've managed to block him, and we've isolated his access to a city in the Americas, Sir."
"Excellent work, continue to monitor the situation," smiled the commander, his pins gleaming as he turned from the computer room. Alarms were beginning to silence, and he welcomed the cessation of the noise.
Their best efforts would have fallen short, through the maligns' misdirection. Even the subtle blips of brain activity had been unseen.
The Sirian kit began to laugh quietly, and then more maniacally as he routed their fourth, and fifth walls. "I have access; their database is being torrented through seventeen different satellites; coming in through all antennas on the ship. We'll have all of their files in three," he said in triumph.
"Great work, notify me the moment they're done," said Atlas, his eyes straying to the view screen and the lifeless body of his younger brother.
"I'm notifying you, Cap'n. I meant three seconds," grinned the cocky little fox as he slid out of the chair. "Their systems won't be able to track us, hell the transmission wouldn't have even registered on conventional sensors. I don't think we'll have any trouble for awhile..." he added.
"I want every file related to this Epsilon sent to the briefing room. I'm about ready to find out what the hell is going on," ordered Atlas, his ears twitching agitatedly. He turned simply and left the bridge for the briefing room.
Slowly Daemon followed, along with the strange foxes from the Facility. Jasyn stared quietly for moments more, Mathieu nearby but so far away. The pair were held transfixed by their beloved dead.
'He looks so... peaceful...' thought Jasyn silently. 'He almost looks like he's asleep, like he'll wake up and kiss me any moment. Wake me from this awful dream..." were his added thoughts, before he forced his eyes from the screen and followed the others into the briefing room.
Aura and Mati were speechless, the younger on the verge of tears while the older slowly wrapped an arm around him. Why the husky had imprinted such a strong bond with the fox was well beyond the human-for as he knew it the two had only seen each other for a few months before their separation. The fact that was important was that the fox was important to his love, and he would do everything inside his power to help Axis find his much-deserved rest.
The human had to pull a bit, but eventually every Levi by birth, marriage and adoption that had taken asylum within the Alakandor had made way to the Briefing room to pore over the files that had been acquired. The brothers--Alpha through Delta--had joined them in hopes of finding a way of freeing their brother from the humans' grip.
The claustrophobic room was packed with people-seated and standing-looking over mountains of text and pictures. They had each taken up a console or handheld of some sort; logbooks, experiment notes; the working record of every activity within that facility from the mundane to the obscene.
They had been searching for more than an hour, but the group had been opening dead-end doors. The logs all detailed highly illegal activities, weapons research by way of genetic manipulation. There was the occasional failed attempt at merging machine with mammal, but often the subjects were kidnapped.
Jasyn's resolve was waning slowly; he had begun to doubt they were going to find anything relevant in these cobwebbed data files.
"Got another bit of proof here, nothin' about him though." Jasyn rolled his shoulders as he told them this, tossing the handheld to the ground with a cry of frustration. "By the time we look through this all we're gonna be old men!" came his distressed voice in a bare whisper.
The little device crashed to the ground, clattering and beeping its annoyance. It was built to survive, but that didn't stop it from being triggered by the impacts as it bounced, then skidded to a halt at the toe of Mati's boot.
The husky looked down at it, growling slightly as he looked back up at Jasyn. "Do you mind? I'm not here for target practice," the husky warned, leaning down to pick up the small piece of technology. As his paw passed over the surface it brushed another three buttons; passing it to Jasyn produced another pair of noises, before the silence of before was restored. Mathieu stood back against the wall, looking partway out the viewport as he tapped away at the little device.
Jasyn grumbled quietly, looking up at Mati with those ice-cold eyes. He sighed and pulled the screen back up. "Sorry," put forward the wolf, looking down at the handheld again with a distressed sound. The combination of button presses had opened another file, had sent Jasyn halfway through the logs, into a chunk of decadeld text.
'Subjects progressing rapidly...' read the wolf, skimming the base information. 'Accelerated growth... Gene splicing...' he mouthed silently, and his voice spoke up again as he read the next few lines:
"The raw genetic material we recently acquired is showing promise. We are transferring the source subject to the main facility for safety."
Another chunk of text from a few days later caught his attention, but Atlas looked up as the wolf began to speak. He spoke in his rasp, hope carried on his lips.
"The subject appears to be recovering from his extensive damage. I recommend that we prepare a cold-storage cell to prevent our source from blowing us apart." Jasyn grumbled softly and as he spoke, more ears turned to him. "The physical trauma to his brain has severed connections required for control and memory; thankfully we can scan the patterns and recreate the connections."
"Where are you getting this Jay?" asked Daemon, tapping through his directory. "Give me a time frame," he added, flicking his tail in agitation, almost excitement.
"Genetic 176, time frame..." Jasyn blinked and stared at the date for two moments, not speaking as he tried to piece the numbers together. "August Twenty-Third, Twenty-Two Thirty-Six," he muttered, looking up at Mathieu.
"Homecoming..." muttered the husky, glancing back up at Alraune. "That was the same week the fleet returned from the liberation, well some of the fleet," he added, glancing back over at the brothers.
"It's not concrete yet, but it's a start. Once we've got everything we'll send it through to the Earth Government an-" Commanded Atlas, but he hadn't the time to finish.
"Hell no Atlas, no way we're gonna do that. They'll do two things: Shit. Fuck. All. We've already figured out where this damn place is..." came a whisper and a growl. "We should take a few walkers down there, I *know* you have a couple custom jobs on this rust-bucket."
"We could be in and out in less than an hour, babe," admitted Daemon, passing a glance up at his love. "Depending on how long it takes to thaw him out..." he added nervously, looking around quietly.
Mathieu looked up and blinked a few times. "Come on Atlas, he's your brother. We can take a doctor down and we'll get him out of there..." suggested the husky hopefully.
They all looked at Atlas, his stoic features showing their age fully. The Fox was silent for almost too long, before he turned to regard Jasyn. "Don't call my ship a rust-bucket, wolf. Figure out that facility's layout and give me a plan. I'll inform you of my decision at earliest convenience."
Jasyn gawked a bit at the cold regard, and felt anger at Atlas' detached response. He hadn't a chance to respond before Alpha's voice spoke up. "That just won't be good enough, Atlas..." he said, breathing a sigh under his tongue. "That's our brother you're talking ab-"
"No. If that's *my* brother you're talking about; I'm the one in charge here." Atlas voice was bitter as he stared down the other white fox. His ears turning back angrily as he stood, he added, "and if it's all right with you. I'll decide how, if, and when this ship expends resources in some gods-forsaken attempt at a rescue. Do we understand each other?"
"Listen to you! Don't you care?" Delta slammed his hands on the table as he threw his accusation, knocking over a cup of water and dousing a surprised Alraune. "If you honestly believe that's your brother, why are you so hesitant?" he demanded.
"If that's your brother then that's my *father*, Atlas!" growled Mathieu, reinforcing the fox's argument as he and Jasyn spoke in tandem.
"My bonded mate!" repeated the wolf as a moment of silence spread across the room. "Atlas! If there's any chance that that poor fox *is* Axis--my Axis, my beloved--then I am going to do anything in my power to free him."
"Don't you think I know that Jasyn? Mathieu? That cannot be Axis, we all know he's dead!" shouted the fox sourly, countering Delta's slam on the table. "And as for *you* lot, keep yourselves in line or I'll turn you in. As long as you are on my ship, you will obey my orders."
"Then we'll be taking our leave if-" started Alpha, turning towards the door.
"Fine," grinned Atlas, standing upright and crossing his arms. "Dame, escort these men to the shuttle bay. Take shuttle three," he instructed, and the wolfox stood and nodded towards the door.
"If you'll excuse me," Jasyn said, standing and slipping out before the brothers even had chance at leaving. He was obviously angry, and despite Atlas' few attempts to halt him the wolf had his own agenda.
Jasyn crossed the bridge without a word and pulled a personal communicator from his right jacket pocket. Fitting the device into his ears and around his neck, he stopped in one of the three lifts. Using the keypad, the lift moved down a deck as he began to speak for the device.
"Hello, Flight regulation?" he asked, having set the connection as he was putting it on.
"This is the Earth Branch of the Trian Flight Regulation, how may we help you today?" asked a woman on the other end. Jasyn made way to his room as he spoke.
"I'd like to know the most recent flight plan of the Freebird Phoenix; Corona Custom," he asked formally.
"I'm sorry sir, Private flight plans are confide-" she began.
"Confidential from the general public," Jasyn finished. "Check the safe list for a Jasyn Emitt, Sirian, lot number four-eight-delta, one-nine-seven-three-sierra," he added with impatience, rounding the corner to his room but drawing a couple odd looks.
"It'll take a moment Mr. Emitt," she said cordially.
There were a few beeps from the other end, and Jasyn took the break in conversation to begin packing his things.
"Code accepted. The Phoenix is en-route to Sol. Arrival is slated for between twelve and fourteen hundred hours Torontonian. Would you like me to book you a seat on a shuttle?"
"No, thank you," the wolf sighed, looking around the room. He had left a few things here over the years; Atlas had always kept an eye on it all. As he looked around the room he recognized nothing he could not live without, the room was as if he hadn't been there except for the bedding.
The wolf shook his head as he turned around, turning out the lights as he crossed the threshold into the corridor again. "Comm., get me Mathieu," he spoke again, beginning his trek towards the hangar.
As he neared the hangar, Jasyn caught sight of Daemon and the brothers. He stepped quickly over to them and pulled Alpha aside as the rest of them were shooed away. Gamma was already in the shuttle bay, sitting on one of the wings lost in thought as the others entered.
"Get down from there," Daemon said, looking up at the fox. "Please," he timidly tacked on.
The red-tail slid down off the wing and landed lightly on the deck just as Alpha rejoined the group.
"What was that about?" asked Beta, twitching ears as he tilted his head in the slightest confusion.
"We've got plans later. Can we leave now? If I spend another minute on this ship I'm going to kill someone," admitted Alpha with a bit of a democratic sigh.
The Shuttle and the MPN left for the surface and through Jasyn and the brother's suggestion they managed to convince Daemon to set them down in one of the lesser-populated regions. He was quick to leave once his charges had been delivered, and that left Jasyn and the brothers alone on the surface.
They were in a wide field that had been reclaimed as 'natural' land, tall grasses bordered a rather apparent and what looked to be many years old tree line. There was some memorial plaque somewhere nearby about the people who had 'fixed' the land, but that wasn't really important for the Sirian group, as they began to walk from Jasyn's MPN to the trees.
They walked a short distance, still within clear view of the big, crouching walker but under the trees to shade them. Jasyn checked a chronometer--almost exactly like a watch--that was stowed in a pocket on his flight vest.
"Perfect..." said the wolf in a silent grin as the five took seat against a rock wall. The midday sun was high as they sat beneath a canopy of golding leaves. There was a magic quality to those golden rays, and Jasyn was happy to let it wash over him.
"Thank you for trying, Jasyn," Alpha was happy to say, though it was all over him that he would have rather had support. "We'll get Epsilon out some how..."
"I'm not done yet. If your Epsilon is my Axis then we've got a target in common, and that also means we've got some friends in common too..." the greyfur smirked slyly. His eyes closed slowly as he inhaled the warm air, just waiting for the brothers' reply.
"And I take it that's why we're sitting here," Delta's voice calm and in even meter. "... when I'd rather be blowing apart that place." As he finished that he flexed a paw and a small wisp of violet glowing energy fizzled above it, the fur around the paw shifting in a sudden, unnatural wind.
Jasyn glanced up and in a tone of slight annoyance at such a showy gesture said, "You know, you just caused a hurricane in Africa, a Tsunami along the coast of Novafornia and made a pet cat shed four strands of hair."
"What the hell are you talking about?" spoke the fox as he crushed the glowing, searing wisp. Turning his body towards Jasyn, the wolf saw just how muscular Delta was compared to his brothers. He could still easily outfight the Sirian Fox in a pure show of muscle, but he wasn't going to take that chance right now.
"Never heard of the Butterfly Effect, then?" the wolf shrugged, looking back down towards the rest of the scenery that lay beyond the field. Several tall hills to the east and a lake a ways off.
"Calm down, Sparky. We're only going to be sitting here another hour at most. It's not like the Phoenix to be late on a delivery, her Captain is big on keeping promises," a raspy Jayse affirmed, showing off his canines.
"But will she help us?" questioned the sceptical Gamma, his body twisted a bit as he started to stretch his lean muscles.
"How do you know that I'm talking about a woman?" Jasyn's smirk broke and he looked over at the stretching fox, those strange eyes looking back. It brought a pang of distress to the wolf's spirit just to see white fur stretching like that, but it was not the time for that.
As Gamma shrugged his shoulders in a roll and an answer, he looked up and made a neutral sound. "I got a feeling, that's all," brushed off the fox simply, truthfully not caring.
And the wolf just let it be at that, after giving a small nod. "Well... I was."
Yes, you've all met this character before, this new captain person. You're gonna laugh at me.
Anyway; love it? Hate it? Tell me about it!
If you're reading this five weeks from June 6 08 and there isn't another chapter up yet, COMMENT and I MIGHT get back to work... I'm lazy like that :D
Anyway; I'm just finishing up a big publishing thing and I'm coming in to a stretch of a little free time. I'm HOPING Sirius will take a primary thought to me.
Anyways, Lots of loves!
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AUTHOR'S NOTE -- Don't normally do author's notes, but ... I have to ... for this one. To explain: this episode takes place entirely in the mirror universe (and, therefore, is quite dark). This is not the regular Luminous universe ... not the regular Luminous crew and ... all. It's a look at the mirror side. As we learned through the character of Pyro (who comes from the mirror side), mirror Adelaide was ... well, evil, and killed Field ... when he got her pregnant. Which is a polar opposite to what happened in OUR Luminous universe. I wanted to delve a bit into the mirror side ... show a slice of it. There's enough material here to make several episodes set in the mirror universe, detailing mirror Luminous' turmoil and ultimate destruction, but I ... I'll have to see ... what kind of reception this particular plot-line gets ...
Anyway, I wanted to explore these characters ... that I love ... and invert them. How would they have turned out under different circumstances? Different social, environmental pressures? What if Field's faith, after all his struggles, didn't grow stronger ... what if it got weaker ... and what if Adelaide had decided to free-wield her mental powers ... instead of keeping them properly in check ... et cetera ... anyway, this is a lot darker than I normally write, yeah. Bit different. But the mirror universe IS dark, and ... I wanted to see if I could successfully peek into it ... but don't worry! The regular Luminous universe ... will be back in the next episode! With romance and ... continued plot-threads and all! Oh, and time-frame: this episode takes place a few weeks before "Little Emotional Feelers" ...
"Why didn't you tell him you were in heat?"
A breath. A hot, short breath. "I didn't ... " She closed her eyes. Teeth gritting. Tilting her head ... slightly to the right. "I didn't fucking," she hissed (a whispering hiss), "know." And her eyes opened. And she looked to him. "Fix it."
"Fix it?" Kodiak's eyes widened a bit. "What do you mean? It's done, Adelaide. It's done. You ... you done," he said, in a mock drawl, "got yourself knocked up."
The pink-furred bat closed her eyes. Swallowed. Shook her head. No, no ... no ... not happening. "Fucking mouse!" she growled, launching from her sit on the bio-bed ... and stalking to the wall. Pausing. Breasts heaving. She whirled around, stalking back to the bio-bed. But not sitting. She leaned forward, as if nauseous.
"Take a few breaths," the rabbit whispered.
"Shut up."
"No," was his steadfast response. "No ... it's not to my benefit," he told her ... " ... to have you go to pieces."
She looked up at him. At his body. His fur. His long, slender rabbit's feet. His puffy tail. His waggling ears. "I have better toys," was her baited response.
"But none with longer-lasting batteries," was the doctor's even-keel response. "I don't think this is a toy," he whispered, dangerously close to her ear, "that you want to lose ... "
Adelaide swallowed.
"Now," Kodiak whispered, standing up straight (and backing off a step or two ... for safety precautions). "Now, pull yourself together."
"I'm pregnant," the bat whispered. "Fix it ... fix it ... "
"I don't have the proper equipment," he said quietly, "to safely ... end it. Not unless we go to a star-base. There's a medical facility on Deep Space ... "
"No." A shake of the head. And she returned to a sit on the bio-bed. "No." A pause. A breath. "The wolves run that station. They may be prey, but ... they hold grudges. Long," she whispered, "grudges."
"It wasn't my idea to steal their food and energy reserves ... "
"No, it was mine ... and it got us this far, didn't it? I," she stressed, "have gotten us this far. That bloody squirrel ... " She trailed. Shaking her head. "He was weak. Everyone is weak."
"Except you?" asked Kodiak. Humoring her.
"Yes," was her whisper.
"And, now," he told her, "you're with child. And that makes you ... "
" ... weaker than anyone on this ship." Her eyes held a pulsing fear. A dawning realization. This was a burden. A very, very unwelcome burden. A liability. Being pregnant? On this ship? Oh, a liability ... it would hinder her, and open her flank for attack. Dammit.
"What are you going to do?" Kodiak asked.
"You're not telling anyone about this," Adelaide whispered, turning to look at him. Showing her teeth. "Not a SOUL. Got it?"
"Cross my heart," was the rabbit's response. And he smiled.
Adelaide didn't. She glared. Coldly.
And the rabbit's smile faded. His heart skipped a beat. "What ... what are ... "
"I can cause," she promised silkily, leaning toward him, paws on his arms. She squeezed on his arms with her paws. Digging her claws into his fur. "I can give great pleasure," he whispered ... right into his ear. "But I can inflict great pain."
"Ow ... ow," the rabbit whimpered pitifully. "Please ... Adelaide ... "
Her mind wormed through his. Digging through all his memories. The worst ones. The scariest ones. The terrors. Digging them up and forcing him to relive them ... and using her powers to weave through his mind, pressing the points of pain. Giving him actual (physical) pain. "My ... my ... "
"Your wrist feels like it's broken ... huh? Poor fur ... "
"Make it stop ... Adelaide!" The rabbit squealed.
And, with a satisfied nod, she made it stop. And ... flitted once more through his mind.
"Ah ... ah!" The rabbit suddenly arched, eyes shutting.
"Feels good?" she cooed. Stroking his chest.
"Oh ... w-wow ... "
And the bat tilted her head. And cut the sensation.
Kodiak panted, reeling ... from the pain ... and the pleasure.
"You may have batteries that I need ... but I'm in control here," she assured. "And don't you forget it."
"I won't," the rabbit said weakly. With a beaten-down submission.
"Louder."
"I won't," he assured, voice shaking.
"Good," she said quietly. Nodding. And standing again, pacing. "Good ... " She took a deep breath. "Now ... how are we going to fix this?"
"Um ... " The doctor was afraid. Afraid of what to say. Afraid of failing her. His eyes darted.
"Don't you have pills? Can't you just ... dissolve it?"
The rabbit almost winced at her sheer disregard for life. At the living soul inside her ... days old, but ... alive, and ... a child, and ... the bat's utter coldness. It was an inconvenience. She wanted it gone. And was taking no personal responsibility for the baby's inception. No, it wasn't her fault. Couldn't be. It must be Field's. Fucking mouse, she'd said. She blamed Field ... even though she, as she'd just intimated ... was always the one in control. So, how had this ... escaped her mental net? Could it be that the seducer ... had been seduced? Had Field caused her to let her guard down for just a minute ... had ... what ...
"I suggest you stay away from that path," Adelaide whispered, "of thought." She was reading his mind. Against his will. In his head. "And focus on my problem. Which is also YOUR problem," she assured. "And the problem of every fur on this ship."
"Well, I don't know ... what you want me to do. You're going to have to carry it ... "
"It's too big a risk!"
"Adelaide, I don't know what to tell you!"
"Field ... this is Field's fault. Damn mouse!" She spread her wings, and ... lowered them. Huffing. "I'm going to kill him."
"What?" The doctor's eyes went wide.
"I'm going," she said, looking up, her pink eyes ... eerily red. " ... to kill him."
"What? Why? Adelaide ... "
She slashed her paw through the empty air.
The rabbit whimpered, gaping for air.
"Do NOT ... question me." Another swipe of her paw. Restoring the rabbit's ability to breathe.
The rabbit's heart pounded, pounded ... with fear.
"He did this to me."
"He's your mate," Kodiak rasped.
A scornful laugh. "He's the captain's mouse. He simpers to whoever's in power."
"But ... you mated him ... officially. You ... "
"I needed a fur to drape across my arm at functionaries. I needed an informant ... someone the rest of the crew trusted. Someone who ... could be my ears. I need him, but ... this betrayal," she said, shaking her head in disgust. "No, he'll have to pay."
"Well ... I'm not ... this isn't on my paws. I won't kill for you!"
Adelaide slowly looked to him. "Oh, you would," she whispered. "Believe me ... you would. But not now. No, Field is ... mine," she whispered. Licking her lips. "The mouse is mine. I will deal with him. But I need to cover it."
"Cover it?"
"The mice are close to the squirrels. Neither group appreciated me ... taking control of the ship. The only reason the mice don't rebel is because Field is my first officer."
"That's part of why ... you mated with him? To keep the mice at bay?"
"It's served its purpose."
"But, if you kill him ... Adelaide ... "
"Justice must be served," she said. With cold conviction. "Violence. It's the first option. It's the predatory way." Her eyes burned like a dying sun. Her body ... her pink fur, and her curves, and her winged arms ... her angular, swept-back ears, and her short, rudder-like tail. And her fangs. And her blunt muzzle. She was like a fallen angel. One of the Devil's consorts. Like ... " ... a demon?" she asked aloud. And laughed. Harshly. Right at the rabbit's face. "You always give the best compliments." A toothy grin.
Kodiak swallowed.
"I need a poison," Adelaide continued, pacing again. "A poison that will ... mimic the symptoms of a natural disease. I need to make it look like he died of natural causes. And ... if the guise fails, I need to make it look like ... some other fur did it. It can't be traced back to me."
"I'll see what I have." The rabbit, shaky on his foot-paws, went to his cabinets. He kept a large array of poisons. And used them more often ... than was admissible. "Mm ... I mean, I think I have something. You gonna put it in his food?" The rabbit couldn't believe he was talking about this. Killing Field. Field was ... a lost soul. A lonely mouse ... wracked with anxiety issues. Wracked with mental compulsions. But he ... was empathic. Was very skilled at listening. At absorbing and giving emotions. And his eagerness ... in bed ... was matched by no one. The gentle innocence he gave, and ... the earnestness ... he was quietly seductive. He was slender, was on the effeminate side ... but, oh, so eager to please! Many a fur on the ship would admit to ... having had their best orgasm by him ...
After all, Field was a captain's mouse. It was his JOB ... to please. His job ... to simper to authority. He was weak. The mouse wasn't able to defend himself. And in a cutthroat universe, the only way to survive was to latch to those in power. To those who COULD defend him. The mouse had been Wren's mouse ... and when Field had intuitively seen the shifting winds, he'd ... jumped over to Adelaide's side. Had betrayed Wren. Watched as Wren was thrown into the brig (where he'd been for months ... emaciated, little food or water ... the lights on at all hours) ... Field had betrayed Wren to join Adelaide. Out of fear. Out of knowing ... that she was more powerful. Always, he went for power ... he gave his body, his soul ... in exchange for safety. Oh, such safety ... at such a price.
The mouse was to be pitied. Maybe, in another universe, he would've turned out differently. Maybe, if he'd been nurtured, truly loved ... he wouldn't have resorted to this life. But he had. And ... he'd made the mistake of, once joining Adelaide's side, once becoming her mate (for display purposes ... for it was common knowledge that Adelaide spread her legs for half the ship ... she used sex as a tool, as a weapon ... milking pleasure from other furs ... and gaining their loyalty in return ... always getting what she wanted, and giving everyone else JUST enough pleasure ... to leave them begging for more ... her fangs, her teeth, her mating milk ... it was like a drug; everyone wanted it ... and she rationed it out ... to ensure they wouldn't kill her) ...
But once Field had become her mate, he'd fallen for her. In love. For the first time in his life, he ... loved ... he loved her. And why? Who could love such a creature? Who could love a demon?
But Field was so taken with her ... he only yiffed with her. He knew she yiffed around, but he only yiffed with her. Anyway, even if he'd WANTED to yiff with other furs on the ship, he couldn't. A captain's mouse wasn't allowed. Adelaide wouldn't allow it.
The mouse stayed in their quarters. When he wasn't there, he was latching onto Adelaide's side ... following her around. Speaking in broken little whispers. Tail dragging behind him ... like a dead snake.
And, now, Adelaide was going to kill him. And why?
Because her heat had come early, without warning ... and SHE hadn't slowed down enough to realize it. Because SHE had seduced a lonely, willing Field into a sweaty midnight fuck. Because SHE had gotten pregnant because of it. Because SHE didn't want to deal with the consequences of having created a new life.
Oh, this was ALL Field's field. Oh, fucking mouse!
And Kodiak couldn't stop her. No one could. But the rabbit knew ... that the mouse's death would unleash a horrible chain reaction that could very well end up killing them all. This ship was on its way to Hell. They were all ... on their way to Hell.
And Adelaide's actions would only shorten the trip.
The doors swished open.
Field looked up. Having been languishing on the couch. Sitting, he sniffed the air. Nose going ... sniff-twitch. And ears swiveling. The mouse wore a short, frayed pair of shorts ... nothing more.
"I'm back," Adelaide whispered, silkily ... slinking into the shadows of their quarters (which were ALWAYS dim ... the lights always dimmed). The door shut behind her, barricading them in. Just the two of them.
"You were gone a long time."
"I was busy." She never told him what she did ... or WHO she did ... the mouse had latent telepathic powers. The only other fur on this ship who had telepathy, but his abilities were weaker. Were triggered into activity the first time they'd yiffed ...
The mouse felt at her with his feelers ...
... and she violently shoved them back.
Field blinked, physically twitching from the action. Squeaking in pain.
"You never learn," she whispered. "Do you?" She padded toward him. Her foot-paws bare. She often padded around the ship in bare foot-paws. It was her damn ship. Why not? "You never learn ... but ... better for me, I guess," she said quietly. "I do enjoy," she purred, "teaching you, Field, how to behave ... "
The mouse swallowed. Something was wrong ... something was ALWAYS wrong, true, but ... she radiated more danger than usual. The mouse's nose sniffed. Sniffed. Mice were the most prey-like of prey. He could SMELL ... emotions. Vaguely. He could tell ... he had a healthy survival instinct.
"I've got a secret to tell you," she whispered, standing over him.
"W-what?" he stammered, unable to look at her eyes.
She put a paw on his chin. Steered his gaze toward hers. "Not yet ... not yet, Field." A sigh. And she unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down. They slid down her thighs. Fell to her ankles. She wore black panties. Which didn't hide all that much ... and she eyed Field. Still standing.
The mouse nodded. He knew what to do ...
The panties were slid down ... to her ankles. And she stepped out of the clothing, and slumping her shoulders and arms back, allowing her unbuttoned shirt to slide off ... to the floor. She wore no bra.
The mouse's pupils were fully dilated.
"That looks ... so cute," she admitted (of his eyes). "Wonder why that happens ... "
"Just a ... natural response." He took his shorts off ... bare, now, with her. Fur a simple honey-tan. Born, pink and naked, in a field ... in a litter of four. A humble, rural mouse ... somehow swept into a space-faring life. Through a series of bad decisions ... and to escape the warfare back home. The bat born in the clouds. In one the bats' cloud cities ...
"Natural," Adelaide echoed, "response. Yes ... natural ... there are natural responses," she said, "to all things. We're furs. We're animals. We respond to things ... as nature dictates. Why try to associate any moral or religious standards? Mm? Why put anything in the way of such feral purity. We're predators, Field." She spoke ... with such whispers. Such slickness. And she pushed the mouse to his back ... on the couch.
Field swallowed.
"I know you like to eat my pussy," she whispered, "with me ... on my back. But I don't wanna be on my back today. YOU ... will be on your back. I'll straddle your muzzle. And I'm not getting off," she promised, "until I feel what I want to feel. So, make it good, huh?"
"I ... okay ... " Further words cut off ... as she, legs spread, knees on the cushions, straddled his muzzle. Pussy right at his nose. At his lips. The mouse had a bit of trouble breathing ... her entire weight was pressing down on him.
A muffled squeak ...
Adelaide closed her eyes. Felt the gentle, probing tongue ... worm between her folds, to the pinkest of pinks. The most delicate parts of her. Field had a mediocre tongue. He couldn't get it all that far out of his muzzle. It was limited in its versatility. But he made up for that ... with his patience. With his gentle care. His tongue poked, wormed ... as best as it could. He tried to hard to please her ...
... and it worked. He pleased her, but ... she never let him know it. Never told him ... that he was doing a good job. Never said she loved him. She just ... made him do it. Let him do it. Over and over. Day after day. The mouse was a total sub. Was one of those touchy, emotional ... needy types. He didn't just want physical intimacy ... he NEEDED it. So desperate ... for it. That he'd become a captain's mouse ... to ensure he could have it. Having been burned at love so many times, and ... oh, how had he come to this?
How had it come to this?
A total sub, the mouse. And though he'd been involved with Wren (the squirrel ... another male ... back when Wren was captain), the mouse's greatest weakness ... was pussy. He loved giving femmes oral. Loved being submissive to femmes ... loved, during intercourse, to be on his back. To be ridden. To be ... submissive to a femme. Oh, he would gladly top Adelaide ... loved that ... but, at his heart, he was most comfortable as a sub.
And Adelaide was a VERY dominant personality. She used ... oh, she used furs. And Field's demeanor practically screamed out, "Use me!" The mouse had no sense of self-worth. No sense of confidence.
Field was the perfect toy.
Field ... was a perfect mess.
"Uh ... God ... " Adelaide, starting to gyrate her hips on his muzzle, moaned out.
Field's ears, already flushed with blood, with arousal ... burned hotter ... with anger. The mouse still clung to the shreds of his faith. The shreds of the faith he was daily betraying. To helplessly hear his mate purposely, pleasurably moaning the Lord's name in vain ... was like a little dagger in his heart ...
... and Adelaide knew it. And gave a toothy grin ... and did it again. "Oh ... ooh ... oh, God, Field ... oh, God, yes ... "
The mouse hated himself ... pussy juices covered his nose and lips. He licked at her like a dehydrated dog ... he couldn't stop. His lust and need was too high. He couldn't make himself stop. It felt TOO good ...
... and she wouldn't let him stop.
The fur on her groin was shorter than on the rest of her. And a more delicate shade of pink. And the fur, right around her vulva ... was softer than velvet. Her fur was soft all over, but ... that spot ...
"Huh ... uh ... " The bat continued her gyrations. Continued riding the mouse's muzzle.
Field was pressed for breath. Every inhale ... was a DEEP whiff of her. Her scent. Her juices. Her ... oh ... her ... and the heat of it. And the musk of it, and ... he was sweating. She was sweating, too, and ...
"Oh ... oh ... "
The mouse's eyes were closed. Forced ... to a shut. He couldn't keep them open. He greedily coated every millimeter of her labia with his saliva. He nibbled on her clit with his wet, loosened lips ...
Adelaide arched, spreading her winged arms ... throwing her head back.
Fluid dripped from her vagina ... and the mouse moved to it, trying to stick his tongue in the opening. Trying to worm his tongue inside. But his tongue wasn't long enough. Wasn't versatile enough to push into the muscular tunnel ...
And Adelaide laughed. Through her pleasure, she laughed at his failed attempt ... at his weak tongue.
Field's eyes, though closed, welled with tears ... and yet ... he didn't stop. He didn't stop pleasuring her. It was giving him too much pleasure, and ... he had so little of it in his life, and ...
... she came. "Uh ... mm, mmm ... huh!" Spasms of pleasure ... rippling ... oh ... pleasure ...
Field squeaked, heart hammering, feeling liable to suffocate ... as her vagina squirted his nose and lips. And he lustily drank of her. His mousey penis so stiff, starting to twitch ... drunk on her scent, and ... " ... oh ... mm ... oh ... oh ... "
Adelaide, huffing, swallowing, left her straddle ... went between the mouse's legs. On her knees, panting, and ... fingering herself (wetting a finger), and ... fishing her slick finger for the mouse's tail-base. Bypassing it. Poking at his puckered tail-hole. Slipping her finger in.
Field squeaked in surprise ... she hadn't done that before ...
The finger was immediately ... pumping in and out ...
The mouse raised and spread his legs ... not even knowing he was doing it. It was instinct ... natural instinct ... his tail wormed about in such a trusting, lazy fashion. Feeling so good ...
Just as it was natural instinct for him to squeal in pleasure ... as she gave him head. With a finger pressed to his prostate from the inside ...
Just as it was instinct for him to spread his legs wider ... as her muzzle retracted ... moving to nibble on his tight, furry sac, the orbs inside swollen with seed. Adelaide withdrew her finger from his rump, and used the paw ... to knead those balls. Rolling them about. Huffing, eying them ... instinct ... instinct ... the only punishment she could bestow upon him ... in retaliation for what he'd done ... was to make sure he couldn't do it again.
Instinct ... to bite!
Field, seconds from orgasm, was denied ... the pleasure died. He yelped in pain. In fear. The pleasured haze, the ... everything ... everything bursting. Popping. Brought to a sickening fore. And he heard her voice in his head. Heard her voice ... saying ... remember how I told you I couldn't suck blood? Well ... I lied ... but it's not your blood, Field ... that I'm going to suck dry ...
The mouse writhed ... trying to get away, but she was holding him down. Her fangs embedded in his furry sac. In those swollen orbs. Needle-like fangs, which (moments ago) the mouse had dreamed would ... soon be releasing mating milk into his blood ... those fangs ... she was sucking his seed from the source. All his sperm. A messy task ...
... but one she seemed to relish.
Field weakly twitched, like a mouse bitten by a snake ... was she really a bat? She was more a snake ... she had no soul ...
Adelaide sucked his seed ... every bit of it. Leaving his sac a deflated, bloody ... painful mess. Leaving his penis limp, and his legs weakly spread ... no feeling, now, in his lower body. While sucking him dry, she'd ... released some kind of poison into him, too. What ... what kind of creature was she?
And the bat withdrew, sighing ... " ... mm ... " A sigh. "Really tastes good ... " And a cold stare. "You got me pregnant, you ... fucking ... idiot." She quivered in rage, on all fours over him. The bite below ... had been lethal. The pain he was in, and the blood he was spilling ... and her claws digging into his arms, and her mind inflicting such pain on him ... that he was near passing out. Yet couldn't pass out. She wouldn't let him. "How could you do that?"
"I ... I ... you ... " The realization ... she was with child. His ... and ... his heart broke. He sobbed.
"Oh, just shut up!" Her eyes watered. "Look what you made me do! Look what you did to me!"
Field cried, twitching, eyes seeing ... red. Was it blood? Was there blood in his eyes? He squeaked in terror, convulsing ... pussy, his greatest weakness, had been her bait. He'd walked into her clutches ... lured by candy. He'd been dead the moment she'd walked through that door. The moment he'd started covering his weaknesses ... by hiding in the shadows of the furs in power. The moment he'd started striking dangerous bargains: yiff for protection. Oh, so many mistakes ... but none bigger than falling in love with her. It had blinded him to ... this inevitable end.
"Dammit. Damn you!" Adelaide cursed. She, in her rage, had killed Field ... without poison. The doctor's poison was in her clothing. She hadn't ... used it ... she'd simply done the deed with her own weapons. With her mind. With her teeth. Instinct.
The mice on the ship ... would soon find out.
Adelaide quivered, and ... as Field lay dying, lay weakening ... she got off him, and ... slowly walked the length of her quarters. Naked. Slipping into the shower. Into the warm streams of water.
She was Adelaide.
She had single-pawed ... wrested control of this ship from the squirrels.
Luminous was heading into unknown space, low on supplies, and ... it needed a captain. SHE ... was that captain. A pregnant one. A murderous one.
Mice were no match for her.
Field was a mouse ... and she'd ... well, she'd ...
The bat quivered, closing her eyes, sinking to her haunches. The water running over her. Once, long ago, the hunted ... she was now the huntress. There was no turning back.
No remorse. No remorse, she chanted to herself.
And she stood again. Resolute.
Water dripping from her ears and muzzle and fangs.
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*How little you really need*
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Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.
Yes, it jumps around too much.
Yes, it's in the wrong category.
Yes, it's too long.
Yes, it's too short.
Yes, this is stupid shit.
And, yes, I suck.
And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.
If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.
ENJOY!*
I was idling down the street in Willtown Estates, admiring all the lovely homes. Three and four car garages, immaculate lawns and shrubs. Man what a life! Pull into my clean spacious garage and pick a little speck of something off my Porsche in the next slot, glancing at her Mercedes to see if she put any more door dings in it at the club.
Walking into the house to find my scotch and soda waiting for me along with my three newspapers to peruse while Gloria made dinner before Jackie gets home. Watching Jackie come in from the garage, her perfectly toned legs, hips swinging and tits bouncing. They better bounce for what I paid to turn those saggy B's to a nice healthy D!
I get a quick air smooch before she trots up to the bedroom to change into her workout clothes. Not that she actually worked out at home, but they did look good on her. Skin tight and leaving nothing to the imagination. Snug against her shaved and waxed pussy. Clinging to her D cup tits showing off the outline of her areola and firm nipples standing out just waiting to be played with.
Well that was on days the kids had after school activities. But even when they were scheduled home all she did was throw a sweatshirt over it. Coming and sitting beside me so I could let my hands roam her tightly covered body. Feeling her nipples harden under my fingers, the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy before we ran upstairs for a quick romp before supper.
Taking her up to the bedroom and bending her over that old table. It didn't match ANYTHING we had for décor, but it had two very special features. Well three actually. First it was the right height to bend her over and put her pussy at just the right height to pound her. Second it was a traditional four legged affair so the little loops of rope on the far legs to tie her wrists with were out of sight.
Mmmmmm, but the third was the whole reason Jackie bought it. It split in the middle to add leaves. Not that we had any to add to it, no what she added to it was so much better for her. You see in addition to being tied down to it, Jackie liked to be handled and abused a little, especially when I was pounding her pussy. Jackie was a slut of the first class.
When we got to the bedroom she would pull that table open a bit, just enough to lay across and squeeze her hanging tits into the opening, reach across to the far edge, then turn her head, "Do it."
That's when she turned from a prissy society woman to a real slut. I would drop my slacks and boxers and step to the other side of the table to tie her wrists, hearing her sigh and watch her ass wiggle as I did. My next preparation for her was to take a pair of her cum soaked panties from the day before and stuff them in her mouth to keep her screams quiet, and Jackie was quite the screamer if her mouth wasn't full.
By this point she was wet enough she was soaking through her panties and probably through her workout clothes in anticipation. I would step behind her, yank them down to her thighs hard, and sink in her pussy in one stroke and just stand there feeling her tremble around me. She would make a little noise when I gripped the far side table edge in anticipation.
Then when I thought she was on the edge I would pull out and ram in hard and deep. Driving hard enough to slap her ass... and mash her tits between the open halves of the table. Over and over and over feeling her cum under me from the very first stroke, driving in hard enough that some times I thought it was a wonder I didn't pop the silicone in her tits open, but that's what she wanted, hard and deep.
If she had been bad and did too much shopping I would pull out suddenly and tie her ankles then finish in her ass, just fucking my little slut until she passed out.
When I had enough I would slide a huge dildo in her pussy and pull her panties and tights up before untying her. Jackie would go through the rest of the evening with that dildo in her pussy, always sticking out enough that she had to sit partially on one hip to keep it from pressing up hard against her cervix.
Mmmmmm, sitting down to a lovely meal with her on one hip unless I nodded to her and she would slowly rotate to sit flat. Panting a bit as that dildo pressed up into her until she came doing her best not to make a sound then rotate back to one hip.
Dinners were generally without the kids as they were busy at one friends or another. They were getting big, Janice was in fifth grade now, or was it sixth? David was starting Junior High, but was into art instead of something that would provide him with a real job. Maybe I should have a talk with him again...
After dinner, and after Gloria had went home assuming the kids were at friends, Jackie would strip and sit on the floor beside my chair and suckle my cock while I read the financials or we would retire to our bedroom if the kids were home. When I patted her head she would get to her knees and suck me down while I watcher her undulating ass and dildo filled pussy in the mirror across from us. If the kids were gone she would do a strip tease in the middle of the living room before sucking me down.
Working my cock with her mouth and lips, getting herself all worked up until she had to reach between her legs and fuck her pussy with that dildo knowing it would get me off which would in turn set her off again still screaming around my cock.
When she had the strength she would stand and get her panties she wore that day and pull the dildo from her pussy using them to wipe it and her pussy clean of her cum, sometimes leaving them stuffed up her pussy for a while to absorb it all. They would go into the baggie beside the bedroom table for tomorrows round and then the slut was done for the day and the socialite was back. Naked, but back.
That was three years ago in the fall of 2008.
Then the bottom dropped out. You see I was a developer. I would buy ( finance ) a big chunk of land and start in, put in streets and all the utilities and then build a few houses, sell them, take that profit and build and sell a few more. The first few I did were just a corner lot compared to Willtown Estates, only fifteen or twenty homes.
Willtown Estates was going to be my big one, my next to last one. The profits from this would pay for the next one outright before I even broke ground so it would be all profit to retire on before I was forty. I had almost twenty people working for me when I started it. Then the slide started.
I was fifteen homes away from the break even when the first one happened. A buyer back out, his loan had been turned down. Well it wasn't like it hadn't happened before on other projects. I know there were some rumors, but those only affected other developers, the little guys. I sluffed it off and gave the big speech to my sales people and a month later we had resold that lot and two more. Only thirteen to go to the break even... that was as close as I would ever get.
It became a series of comedic situations to anyone but me. One property owner defaulted half way through construction and the contractors filed liens against the house and the development. Money was paid to lawyers to get us clear but it was money spent. An excavating contractor hit a gas line. Not a big deal but it shut the development down for most of the day, and then we discovered he had let his insurance lapse so we were on the hook since we hired him.
People stopped looking at my exclusive development, instead asking about properties at half the price or less. We laughed at it the first few times, then eventually started thinking about how we could do something like that just to keep things going. But by the time we had that revelation it was too far gone.
I started selling things, her Mercedes, she have to do with just the BMW. My Porsche, the land for the next development didn't even sell for what I originally paid for it but I was able to clear the loan at least. When my lease came do on my Lexus I let it go and bought its five year old twin and had it detailed. It was close, but I no longer volunteered to take anyone anyplace so they would see the interior and realize what I had, or more like what I didn't have.
When we had to let Gloria go Jackie had a fit, she was not going to cook, it was beneath her to do servants work. She had did that when we first got married and I was expected to take care of her now.
Several fights later she moved back home and Daddy took great pleasure in walking the divorce papers down to the courthouse himself. A few months of a bitter screaming clawing divorce and she had the house in town and the kids, I had the plot out in the country that we had planned on building our dream retirement home. Fifteen acres of tree covered hillside and a bit of the crest.
I scraped by for six more months sleeping on my office couch and letting body after body go trying to make enough to eat and pay alimony until the bank finally called the note. I had my five year old car, no home, and no future. A few months later I sold my old Lexus and bought an old military truck that had a camper in the back and drove it out to the dream plot.
It was painful all the memories flooding back, we had looked at several pieces, finally deciding on this one because of the view and the little stream running to one side. I toughed it out and got the camper off the back of the truck and down on the ground for my new home.
I tried several things, but was barely making enough to put diesel in the truck and propane for the stove and water heater, much less afford to eat. I don't think I had eaten so much soup and noodles in my life before that. Hamburger became like eating out at Ruth Chris!
I wound up at a temp agency sitting and waiting for day help call outs. And most of the people were looking for young strong backs, not thirty eight year old developer washouts. And when I did get work it was almost more than I could bear. Many a day I drove back out to my little clearing and contemplated suicide.
But slowly things became easier. I wasn't as strong as some of the young bucks, but I worked smart not hard and knew my way around. Winding up working as day labor for the same construction crew for most of my second summer after the divorce. I didn't go climbing around like a monkey with an air nailer, but I was pretty good at framing up walls and making up headers. And after all those years of developing properties I knew screw ups in the prints when I saw them so I was kept on.
I also stayed after doing a little pick up when the rest of the guys wanted to scramble and head for the bar. You had to have extra money to go to the bar. I had to have money this winter for FOOD! Picking up on the job site got me scraps of lumber I could burn to cook my supper and heat some water to wash with when I ran out of propane three days before payday.
I probably would have frozen to death that following winter if it hadn't been for cell phones. My little piece of hillside turned out to be a pretty good spot for a tower. We haggled a bit on price and then I let them have it, I would back down on the price on a minimal corner if they did two things. First when they put the access road in for the tower they had to put the little off shoot in for my camping area, and second, they drop in a fifty amp service off their meter for when I wanted to go camping in my RV.
They were over joyed. In the long run I lost out on some money, but I had a secure place to park and power I didn't have to worry about. With my rescued space heater being able to reserve my propane for water heating and the occasional cooking was a big relief, if you could call heating soup and noodles cooking that is.
That's also when I started collecting more than scraps of lumber. It started off with a few pallets to break up and burn in my make shift fire ring, then became more. I not sure what I was planning on, but just because a board had a twist or a curve didn't mean it couldn't be used. I went from part of the construction crew to also being the clean up guy.
Anything close to useable or burnable went home with me instead of the dumpster. I had several pallets laid out and sheets of plastic over what I had saved. Little trim boards on this one, planks on those two, partial sheets of plywood or OSB on the next two. Brick and cinderblock were stacked to one side. Another had boxes of bits and pieces. I had this thought of building a little cabin or something. There was also the stacks of empty pallets, both useable and firewood quality. Even the bad ones made a decent wind break for my little corner fire pit.
And then things changed. Our next series of homes was in... Willtown Estates. Except it wasn't called that anymore, it was now Pinewood. I was driving in and out of what used to be my home area, right past my old house. Jackie no longer lived there, some young couple was out playing with their kids, but it did give me a hollow feeling even as I kept plodding along.
Harry, the boss, asked me what was up, but I just put it off to being near the end of the building season. We had these four houses to get closed in before the weather changed and then that would probably be it until spring. But I kept on putting one foot in front of the other picking up what ever scraps I could right to the end. Saying good bye to Harry for the season and being reminded to look him up come spring.
Evidentially I did well enough to get the attention of the current developer. At first I thought he recognized me, he was the second guy I let go when the slide happened. But three years and plenty of physical labor had changed me. I wasn't the jolly fellow I used to be and forty pounds lighter to boot.
He offered me a job for a few months after the shells were closed in, cleaning up as they were finished out. It looked like I'd have work until mid December at least.
"And I'll give you and extra two hundred cash if you can do something with that piece of shit," pointing to the trailer covered in a 'Now Developing' sign with his ugly mug on one end.
I felt like I had been gut punched. I remembered getting that trailer, having it all painted up with an artists rendition of what my Willtown would look like. I just nodded and told him I'd do my best.
So every day I would make a late morning run through the houses being worked on to see what kind of mess I would have later. I also began working with a young man who looked like he was just getting started. Short and kind of skinny and pretty shy running around in the skid steer cleaning up the streets and driveways, shaving and sloping the yards in preparation for the landscapers. Even putting the forks on and helping me lift some heavy stuff up to the dumpster. We were acquaintances, but not much more.
Now I loved the first few weeks, the mechanical contractors were first in. I saved every decent screw and nail I found as well as every scrap of copper. Sometimes it was just little one inch pieces cut at the outlet boxes, but it all added up. That was my first quick run when they all left in the afternoon before anybody had a smart idea to make the same rounds.
Then it was back to getting the bits and pieces that really needed to go out to the dumpsters, sweeping and shoveling this and that before taking the 'useable' pieces out to my truck and calling it a day waiving to Perry on my way out.
The other nice part of shifting to this stage was meeting the delivery drivers, and eventually I found one willing to give me a hand moving the trailer. Well sort of.
At first he wanted to just get authorization to cut it up and haul it away, but in talking with him he let it slip he was needing bits and pieces to do some repairs on one he had sitting on the ground getting it up where he could move it around if need be. We came to an understanding. I would get him some cash for moving it from the developer and he could have it if I got the one he had sitting on the ground.
You see my sign trailer was just that, a regular trailer that couldn't pass DOT inspection so it was only usable as moveable storage. But what he had on the ground was an old refrigerated trailer. Something that would hold HEAT in the winter!
While all this was transpiring something else was happening. I noticed that Perry was spending a lot of time on the job site, more than I knew dufus would pay for. He just said he was keeping an eye on things and I let it go until I came in earlier than usual one morning. There was Perry's crew cab parked at the end of a cul-de-sac, and as I drove closer I saw Perry climbing from the back seat to the front.
"Fuck..." I knew that situation. I slept in my car for many weeks until I came across this truck and the camper.
I tried to engage him in a little more conversation from that point on, but didn't get much more than a few extra words before he was off to his next project. I got him to share a sandwich a few times when he looked starved and even left a few extra bottles of fruit punch drink and things where I knew he'd find them. It wasn't much but I knew what it meant in his situation. And he didn't seem to be the type of guy to actually accept it if I offered it direct.
I had really intended to find out more, but with the delivery of my 'new' refrigerated trailer I had other projects.
Now it wasn't like I was flush with cash, but with all my saved lumber and such I was able to block off most of the old refer unit hole and fit in a small window. It had a cracked pane, but it was free. Half a dozen mismatched and slightly damaged cabinets and a piece of a cracked counter top and I had a little 'kitchen'.
Of course it was almost pitch black in there with only one window and hotter than hell in the afternoon, but I was damn proud of myself!
Two more damaged windows and half a dozen partial tubes of silicone later and I at least had some cross breeze. Fitting a regular door and half of a French door across the end about eight feet in and I had it enclosed and still had an outside place to sit out of the weather. I spent a bit of my meager cell tower money and bought a small window air conditioner and now it was even bearable.
Heat would be a rocket stove one of the guys showed me how to make and even did the little bit of welding for me.
Things were starting to get a bit cooler, and it looked like Perry was still sleeping in his car but I couldn't get much out of him. That was until I was working on a Saturday catching up from taking Friday off for some work on my new 'house'. I had to get a bed frame and mattress. The bed frame came from the thrift store, but the mattress took several stops to find one even remotely serviceable that was still in my budget.
Friday night I slept in my new home on a huge regular mattress for the first time in years, I felt like a king.
Saturday I was going along cleaning up and getting ready for the cabinet and carpet people Monday when I thought I heard water running like we had a burst pipe.
I traced it to the basement and was coming down the stars to the utility room when it stopped. I took the last two steps to the utility room door and turned in.
There was a screech and a grabbing of a towel, "Oh shit, sorry." I turned and went back upstairs. Perry wasn't a he, he was a SHE! Short, petite, stocky even. A slight build and what looked like an A cup chest from the little I saw of it before it was covered with a towel.
I went back to sweeping and shoveling trying to get the image of a petite naked woman out of my mind. This coming Christmas would be four years since I had had a woman and I was about to cum in my pants!
I heard a noise behind me and there was Perry standing there with his arms crossed and hair still slightly damp. Fuck, HER arms crossed.
I looked at her now noticing the bit of feminine lines she did so well to hide, then went back to sweeping.
"Are you going to say anything," she said slowly.
"About?" looking back at her.
She nodded back toward the stairs.
I shrugged, "You're not the first, won't be the last. Few gallons of water never broke anyone. Hell I fill my barrels every other week so what the hell. I've been where you are." I chuckled to myself, "Probably aren't that far off from you truth be told."
I looked at her a bit trying to take in the body I had saw earlier then saw her face, "Sorry, I'm just trying to reconcile what I see now to the lovely lady I saw getting out of the shower." I stumbled through. I wanted to look at her but she would probably think me some kind of pervert. "Well sorry," and went back to work.
We didn't say much after that, and I only once heard water running a little over a week later. I just kept on working, giving her a little smile when she came upstairs and headed out to her truck when she finished.
We did chat a little more, contemplating the end of our part of the project in a few months. We'd even 'grill' a few hot dogs over a wood fire if we worked Saturday.
We sat near the fire enjoying the warmth on a calm sunny but cool afternoon, "So how did you get into this line of work Perry?"
She tipped her head back looking at the trees, "Well I guess you could say I was born into it. Dad did most of the excavating and road work for this development. When the original owner went under we did what we could to stay a float."
"You're old man Taylor's daughter?"
She smiled a little, "Yeah, you knew him?"
"Oh yeah, he was my go to guy for almost eight years." She looked at me like she was trying to recognize me. I put my hand out, "I guess we've never actually been introduced, Sean Williams."
Perry looked at me a moment then her eyes went wide, "Sean Williams, as in... Willtown Estates Sean Williams?"
I chuckled, "the one and only."
She just looked at me a bit, "Wow. So what happened?"
"Same thing that happened to everybody else. Clinton and the Dems pushed the CRA further than it should have been and things crashed when their big ideals caught up with everybody else's pocket book. The wife left me when things got hard and went back to daddy. By the time I bottomed out it really was the bottom. Been working my way up ever since. How's your dad doing by the way?"
A cloud came over her face, "Um, he passed away June 2009. A stroke in his sleep."
"Ah shit, I didn't know. Sorry." I remembered her mom passing away shortly after Alex had started working for my developments.
We sat there in silence a bit more, "So did you keep the company going then?"
She snorted, "Yeah right. How many developers are going to hire a girl for excavation and road work? I managed to keep the skid steer, an excavator, and a back hoe."
"Well at least you've got something to work with."
She snorted again, "They might as well be toys. My big truck is down and unless I can scrape up enough to get it fixed I'm going to loose a water line contract because I can't get them to the sight."
We sipped our drinks a bit in silence.
"Um, Perry. I could pull them for you."
"With what?" she said a bit sarcastically.
"My duce and a half has a Pintle hitch. It would be about max load and we'd have to go slow, but we could do it."
"I couldn't ask you to do that."
"Perry, your old man got me out of more binds than I can count. Just think of it as returning the favor."
"You're sure about this?"
I just shrugged, "Why not. When do you have to have them there?"
"I need to get the project done by the end of next week or I'm out."
"So tomorrow?"
She grinned, a really nice smile. "You got a deal." I even got a nice hug out of it, good thing she let me go before my hard cock ripped through her pants. Those little mounds I had forgotten about on her chest had me hard in an instant.
She had me giddy even if she was almost twenty years younger. I stopped on the way home at the Country Buffet and had steak! It might have only been sirloin, but it was STEAK!
The next morning I popped up quick not even bothering with coffee on my way out and met Perry at her dad's old place. Not much left, and a large portion of the yard with other equipment in it. I looked around a little at what looked like drilling equipment not road equipment, "Who's stuff is that?"
Perry sighed and confirmed my suspicion, "The new owner is a drilling company. They rent me a corner back to keep my stuff."
"Oh," was all I could think to say.
We hooked the trailer and got the back hoe loaded, I kept looking at her trying to put my finger on what was different, and then it hit me, MAKEUP! It wasn't much, but she actually looked like a girl!
We took it slow, and even with a quick trip back it was after sunset before we unhooked back at the main yard.
"You want to stop and grab a bite, my treat?"
"I'd love to Sean, but I have to get back. Maybe another time?"
"Okay," I did my best to hide my disappointment.
"Thanks again," I got another hug and I thought maybe a bit of a peck on the cheek. My imagination said above the smell of diesel I got a hint of perfume, either that or some nice shampoo.
The next week she did what she had to do here, then booked it as soon as she could to her other project. She was looking a bit harried Monday and Tuesday, but better Wednesday and Thursday. Friday morning Perry asked if I could pick up the back hoe after work.
We finished here as quick as possible and scooted over to the site, she already had it up on the trailer ready to pull out. Another slow run back to the yard running out of daylight the last half hour but luckily no cops to pull us over.
"So how about running out and grabbing a bite?"
Perry smiled at me, "I'd love to but I can't."
"Oh... okay..." I turned to head for my truck. I can take a hint.
I felt a hand on my shoulder turning me back to her, "No it's not like that Sean. The weekends are the only time I get to see Dane."
I just shrugged, "None of my business."
Perry smiled at me again, "Sean, Dane is my son."
I just looked at this little thing in front of me, I must have had quite the stupid look from her expression. "You're not old enough to have kids."
That got a BIG grin and a finger shaking at me, "You're terrible. Can we do it during the week some time?"
I smiled back at her, "That we can."
I got another hug, and even though I knew it was coming, those little mounds pressed into me was excruciating heaven.
Well it was going to be a project weekend anyway. I had bartered some lumber and a couple of windows to a guy that could weld, so this weekend I was going to install the water jacket on the rocket stove. If plans went right I would have wood fired hot water Saturday evening.
Well that was the plan anyway. The heat exchanger for the stove went on in half an hour and another half an hour to shorten the flue and get things sealed back up. Six hours later and I had the heat exchanger for the water plumbed... almost. At seven o'clock at night I discovered I was one fitting off. I had a male instead of a female.
I went out to the camper to take what I hoped would be my last quickie shower. The camper only had a seven gallon water heater. Even turned all the way up it was still a wet down and shut the water off, lather up and rinse then shut the water down again to shampoo then rinse quick before I ran out of hot water.
An hour in to town and back on Sunday morning and fifteen minutes later it was assembled. Another hour to fill and test the system and it was making hot water. That was the start of my move from the camper to the trailer. I had been sleeping in the trailer on my big bed, but my shower, fridge, and water system were still tied to the camper.
The rest of the day was spent transferring the pump and little pressure tank to the trailer. I had an old grill hooked to a hundred pound propane cylinder to cook on already set up. The next few weeks would be stripping the appliances from the camper and making my new kitchen in the trailer. The toilet would have to stay with the dump tank making the camper and overgrown porta potty, but that couldn't be helped right now.
True to her word Perry and I went out for supper Wednesday after work. We did it up fancy, a double, fries, and even large frosties!
"So you have a son. Is he out of diapers yet?"
Perry gasped and grinned, "Dane will turn four in May."
I just looked at her, "NO WAY!" I just had to stare, "You can't be more than what twenty, maybe twenty one?"
Perry rolled her eyes, "I'm twenty nine I'll have you know."
I just had to look at her and try to take that in. Such a petite pretty woman and she was twenty nine? Only ten years between us. "So why only weekends?"
"He stays with my grandmother."
"And you live out of your truck?" Perry stopped and looked at me like she had been gut punched. "Oh I'm not judging. I lived out of my car for three months before I traded for my truck. Would have loved to have had the back seat of a crew cab."
She relaxed a bit, "But I would probably have had to roll down the window to stick my feet out though."
Perry snorted and took another bite. We chatted a bit more before we called it a night. She was headed back to her truck to park somewhere and me to my trailer.
Halloween weekend we quit early making it a three day weekend. Perry was looking forward to taking Dane trick or treating Friday night. I was a bit concerned with the forecast to be wet and cold but she was just beaming with joy at the prospect of taking him out.
Monday Perry was all grins even if she was fighting off the beginnings of a cold. Sniffles and a few cough's, but manageable. But getting caught in a cold downpour Wednesday mid day and she was just dragging.
Perry was walking to her truck with her wet jacket pulled tight around her looking like death warmed over. I pulled up beside her, "Get in."
"What for?"
"You're not sleeping in that unheated truck tonight."
"But I can't..."
I just stared at her, "Get in."
She sighed, "Okay, let me grab a few things." She hobbled to her truck and grabbed a small duffle then climbed up into the cab like a creaky old man. She was still wet, but at least the cab was warm for the ride home.
Perry was intrigued by my setup, a bit wide eyed even in her chilled state. I stoked the stove back up to as hot as I could stand and told her to get out of her wet clothes pointing to the shower. She grabbed a few things and changed, coming back out in an old long sweat shirt.
Even a few feet from the stove she was still shivering. I put a hand to her forehead and she was plenty warm. A can of soup later and she was about out of it. I laid her out on the bed and pulled the covers over her doing my best not to look at her bare legs and how far up her top rode, she objected a little, but a few breaths later and she was out.
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e a little more in spite of how she was feeling.
Perry was back and forth a bit more, then she was sweating like she had a thousand pin holes in her, tossing and turning mumbling something about a Charlie. Pulling her top off and still sweating like terrible. All I could do was stare at her beautiful body, a little petite figure that looked so delectable.
But I couldn't take any more, and neither could she, she was burning up. I did the only thing I could thing of, I stripped down and picked her limp body up and carried her to the shower. Feeling her fight me as the warm water probably felt like ice water to her.
Oh fuck this is not good. Holding a naked wet woman squirming against me and I was hard as titanium. Feeling her nubs going back and forth across my chest as her pussy went back and forth across my cock and I couldn't take it. I held her tight and just came between us.
Fuck I'm glad she's out of it. I let us separate enough to let my cum rinse from between us. Holding her as I slowly turned the water cooler and cooler until I couldn't take it any more.
Drying her off as best as I could and slipped one of my shirts on her and slipped her back into bed. I had to use my t-shirts for a towel since I used my one and only for Perry then slipped back into my lawn chair. Perry dozed off and I did also.
I woke to a bit of noise seeing Perry rolling under the covers then looking at me, "Um Sean, how did I get in your shirt?"
I dropped my head, I couldn't look at her. "Your fever spiked. The only thing I could think of was to cool you off in the shower."
"So we didn't..."
My head came up to look at her, "NO!" Well you didn't, but I yi yiii...
Perry just smiled, tipping her head forward to smell my shirt, then got out to stand with her butt closer to the stove, the shirt tails barely coving her pussy. That pussy that was up against my cock last night in the shower. I kicked my head back as my cock grew in my shorts, Fuck don't let her see me like this.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, I opened my eyes to see her grinning beside me, "Bathroom?"
I nodded toward the door, "Pee bucket by the door or toilet in the camper."
Perry went back to her duffel and pulled out some stuff. I glanced and nearly came in my pants as she pulled a little white thong up her legs giving me a bit of a view of her ass before the shirt tails dropped back down. Imagining those same cheeks as she pulled her jeans up under my shirt. Gasping and trying to stifle a groan when she dropped my shirt and stood there bare backed as she put her bra and then work shirt on.
Perry leaned over beside my ear and whispered, "You know this isn't fair. You've had me naked twice now and I haven't even gotten a hint of your pecker." If I move I'm going to cum in my pants.
Perry headed out to the camper and I stepped to the pee bucket. I got two strokes and had to almost bend in half to hit it as hard as I came, barely getting zipped up and catching my breath before Perry came back in as I was making coffee. A couple of scrambled eggs and we headed to work, a few hours late but nothing critical.
Perry didn't say a lot on the way in, just glancing at me a few times. Work was a little more interesting, we chatted a bit more. A little more friendly than we had started out at, not hiding her femininity as much. She didn't plaster on the makeup, but I thought I saw a hint of eye liner or something.
And we did take a few more evenings out after work, the last few even doing regular restaurants instead of fast food. But the last one, WOW! We decided to do it up Thursday night and meet at Country Buffet. I almost didn't recognize Perry. She had gotten all dirty at work but we brushed off and headed out. But when she came through the door the dirty work shirt was gone and a nice tank top was in its place letting a little bit lace peak through.
We talked but I didn't really hear any of it looking at her across from me. She was still a bit scruffy from work, but DAMN she cleaned up nice. I was on cloud nine when she took my hand walking back out to the trucks. I decided to take a chance.
"Perry, it's getting pretty cold out there. You can camp out at my place if you want to."
Perry looked at me a bit, "You sure about that?"
I just shrugged, "It's warmer than camping out in your truck."
She got a little grin, "Okay." She followed me over and grabbed her duffel taking a closer look at the place now that she was feeling better.
We kicked back drinking our high octane cool aid. "So who's Charlie?" I asked in a lull in the conversation.
Perry froze.
"You were saying something in your fever, didn't sound nice."
She took a sip of her cool aid, "He's Dane's father."
"And he's not in the picture?"
Perry snorted, "Not even close. He talked me into not putting him on the birth certificate and to wait on getting married. Three weeks after Dane's first birthday he left for work and never came back. Took most of our savings with him."
"Sorry..." we sat there a bit more listening to the fire hiss and crackle.
"You have kids?"
"Two, a boy and a girl," I said with a smile.
There was a bit of a pause, "You never say anything about them."
I shrugged, "They went with their mom. They were addicted to the good life like she was." I took a deep breath, "No, that's not quite accurate. I wasn't a dad, just the provider. I was so involved in the business that I wasn't involved in their life. I had it all planned out to retire after the next development. But that would have put them into high school and beyond before I pulled away from the business."
We sat there a bit more.
"So do I get to take my shower by myself tonight?" from her giggle I must have had quite the expression.
"I'll go get some more wood."
I went out to my pile of scrap two by fours and brought an arm load up to my overhang to split for the rocket stove. My first trip back in and Perry was still in the shower, her shadow on the curtain. I took my time with the second with the memory of her profile rinsing her hair out burned into my memory.
When I got back in she was drying her hair, her t-shirt up enough to let her thong show between her cheeks. I turned to the sink to rinse this mornings dishes. By the time I had that accomplished she was bending over her duffel pulling something out, all I saw was the stripe up between her cheeks.
I turned to my milk crate stack to pull out some shorts and stripped to mine to get in the shower. I almost stripped down completely but barely caught myself as I started to pull them down and then back up quickly hearing a giggle behind me. "Don't let me stop you."
I slipped into the shower and dropped my shorts and threw them over the top of the curtain at Perry making her laugh. I was going to stroke a load thinking about her but remembered her silhouette that I watched from outside. I did at least try and face the wall to keep the profile of my hard aching cock standing out from being on display.
I did my best to tuck my cock up under my elastic instead of standing out to poke anything I get near when I got out.
Now the one thing about not having a TV or even a radio in here you have two things to do when it gets dark. Watch the fire or go to bed. And in my situation either of those meant ALONE.
I crawled in debating on inviting Perry to share my bed, it was a king after all, but that could be a bit awkward. But it wasn't as quiet as usual. Yes there were the usual creaks and groans of the trailer with the faint rustling of the wind accompanying the crackle of the stove, but add to that the breathing of another body moving and creaking in the lawn chair. I tossed and turned a bit waking up with every creak of the chair. "Perry?" I asked softly.
"Mmmm."
"Would you rather sleep in the bed?"
"I won't kick you out of your own bed."
"No I meant with me."
"Um..."
"No not like that. I can stay on my side."
"Well..."
"You'll be safe, I promise."
She laid there moving and turning a bit, then finally gave in, "Oh okay."
I felt her move the covers and the bed shift as she laid down sighing.
I rolled over on my side to put my back to her, falling asleep to Perry's soft breathing. I did wake up sometime in the night, I had rolled to my back and had a soft little tit in my hand. FUCK! I had to get up and stroke one out in the pee bucket to be able to get back to sleep. I thought I heard a little snicker when I crawled back in but I couldn't be sure.
FUCK! I woke facing Perry, my hand on her bare belly, looking down at her thinly covered pussy, her little nubs standing up nicely with a decent nipple bump under her top keeping my attention. Her breathing changed so I rolled away and out of bed pulling my jeans on to contain my hard on.
I made coffee and started the eggs and she did it again. But this time she didn't have one of my shirts on, she had one of hers. She already had her thong on, but she pealed her t-shirt off leaving her entire back bare but turned slightly letting me see a bit of the side of her tit as she slipped her bra on getting her hands in the cups to get her tits settled in. Turning sideways more showing her lace covered tit as she reached for her work shirt. Stepping into her jeans and getting them situated just right before she zipped up.
I was wishing she wasn't here so I could just stand outside and stroke one out with the vision I just had.
We each crawled into our respective vehicles and headed to work. I had a really shitty day, but I still grinned remembering waking up with her tit in my hand, her bare belly under my hand, remembering holding her wet naked body in the shower.
This is going to be a LONG weekend.
I hit the home store on the way home to grab a piece of conduit and the thrift store for a few more towels, a few sheets, and another pillow. One sheet as a spare for the bed and two sheets for a divider curtain.
Well since it was a cool weekend it was a laundry weekend. I had my high dollar washer working, my hands. Wash and rinse in the sink, run them through an old wringer then hang them above the stove to dry. I had to crack windows the humidity was getting so high.
OH FUCK! I was stripping my sheets off for the next round and found it. Perry had left her t-shirt she slept in on the bed. I shouldn't, I really shouldn't... oh damn she smells good. Imagining it was her skin I was smelling instead of her t-shirt. Imagining it was her pussy I was smelling on the hem. I didn't wash it, just folded it and laid it on my pillow after making the bed.
WOW! I never thought I'd see that again, two pillows on my bed.
I looked around and realized what I was missing, or more accurately what I was missing if I planned on having female guests. I got back in the truck and made the rounds around the backside of the thrift stores.
The afternoon started out on a high note. I found a love seat with just a small tear I could cover and another lawn chair by the dumpster. Four stops later I found a small dresser and a mirror with a cracked corner. On the last stop I found three table lamps. They didn't match but what the hell.
I was in a good mood from my luck so I stopped in Wal-Mart and looked at the TV's. With everyone switching to blue ray I found a couple on clearance and picked up a little TV / DVD combo for under a hundred dollars. I went through seven decks of cards last winter listening to the radio.
I threw the tarp over my treasures in the back of the truck and took my new toy inside. I didn't have an antenna, but the free Red Box rental with the new TV kept me entertained for a few hours. I watched it twice wishing I had thought to buy a little popcorn. I couldn't tell you the last time I had sat a watched a movie.
Sunday was the transformation day. The law chair went out to the overhang with the other 'new' one and the love seat and lamps came in. The dresser and mirror was a pain in the ass by myself, but I got them in place and moved my things from my milk crates to the drawers, leaving two of the left side ones slightly open and empty.
Perry was in a good mood Monday, and we made plans for our regular Wednesday evening dinner.
She was running a little behind needing to make a stop and when she peeled her coat off I nearly had a heart attack. She wasn't wearing her work shirt, or even one of her tank tops. This was a scoop neck top with a little frilly edge. All I could do was stare.
"I take it you approve?"
I managed to tear my eyes away from her figure and look her in the eyes and utter the most intelligent thing I could, "Uh huh."
We had a nice meal, and I was just getting used to seeing her in it when the next bomb dropped. "Um Sean, I think I know the answer to this, but do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?"
I looked at her wondering where this was going. "Nothing in particular, just piddling around the house. always something to do in that big old mansion."
Perry smiled at that, "Well if you could see your way to tearing yourself lose would you care to join us for Thanksgiving dinner?"
"Us?"
"Me, Dane, and Grandma."
"What would I need to bring?"
Perry smiled, "Nothing, just yourself."
"Well I should bring something. I could stop and pick up a pie or something."
"Oh god forbid you bring store bought stuff into granny's kitchen. She's bad enough with cereal and crackers for Dane."
I chuckled making me thing of Gloria. "Something to drink?"
"Only if you want it. We're not really drinkers, and with money the way it is..."
"I understand. I used to be quite the social drinker, but that went the way of everything else too."
"So that's a yes?"
"I'm not sure what I have to wear."
Perry smiled, "Just clean shirt and pants. Any other excuses?"
I grinned, "Okay, I'll be there." she gave me the address when we walked out to the trucks. She started toward her truck, then skipped back to me, gave me a quick peck on my cheeks then scurried to hers and pulled out.
I drove home with a smile, remembering her just getting close enough to me that when she kissed me I felt her nipples just briefly against me. I was thinking about what I could do to get her to stay with me more. I had hinted at her to come home with me a few times, but Perry had not been back since that night. I still slept with her t-shirt next to my pillow every night.
I drove up the next morning not really sure what to expect. If dinner the other night was a heart attack, this was a massive stroke. Perry was in a dress! "SON OF A BITCH!"
Perry giggled, "Get in here dufus and close the door." I stumbled in the door and Perry took my coat, more like took it off me I couldn't stop looking at her. A light yellow dress with a low ruffled neck line and stopping well short of her knees. She grinned at my grinning at her.
Dane was a wonderful well behaved young man. Yes he was a little ball of energy and had tons of questions. Grandma Sarah got her questions in every so often. There wasn't that many, but they were rather... pointed.
I guess I passed what ever test because the questions got further and further apart as she tried to stuff more and more food in me. It was rather embarrassing actually. After three years of eating only what I needed and or could afford instead of what I wanted I was stuffed half way through the meal and had to just sit and nibble.
And then she brought out the PIE! Oh man it had been longer than I could remember having good home made pie and I had no room.
"We'll just save it for later."
"Later?"
"Well yeah, sit and watch the games and have some later," Sarah said.
I looked at Perry, she just grinned and shrugged. I had been ambushed. I tried to help with dishes, but they shooed me out of the kitchen and was told to go watch the game with Dane. I hadn't watched a football game any where but a bar nursing one drink in longer than I would care to admit.
Now Dane was only four, but he loved football. We sat, well I did anyway. Dane sat and jumped and danced and cheered... for both teams. Somewhere around the end of the first quarter the turkey started to take effect. He was up beside me running out of energy and I pulled him over and put him under my arm, he was asleep before the second quarter began.
Perry came in and checked on us, taking Dane off to bed for his nap. When they finished the dishes Perry curled up in his place. I had her beside me, my arm over her shoulder, hand hovering mid air just inches from that tit I had cupped the other night. Glancing down at her dress working its way up her thigh a bit and gazing further up to see a nice bit of white lace down her dress.
A little before half time and she tipped her head onto my shoulder, I could smell her shampoo and perfume.
When the half time show was over we settled back in with our pie, barely finishing it before Dane woke back up. I was totally stuffed again and was barely able to stay awake, in fact I didn't and dozed off sometime during the last part of the third quarter, waking to find Dane cheering something and my arm around Perry's neck having gotten a better grip on her. I had my hand laying on the side of her tit, the feel of the lace texture under her dress making me think about her laying with me again. I had to make another trip to the bathroom.
After that game it was time to stuff me again. This time I ate my pie first. Dane loved that idea and Grandma chuckled and shook her finger at him, I gave him a grin and thumbs up. Perry just groaned and rolled her eyes.
When the late games started Dane was drug off protesting about bath and bed while I was still here.
"You can see him in the morning. Maybe we'll go to the park or something," Perry said.
"Or the zoo?"
"Or maybe the zoo, now it's bath and bed time."
He zipped off for his bath with Perry following him. Grandma Sarah sat down and sighed taking a load off. "I wish I had half his energy."
I chuckled, "You and me both. He seems like a good boy."
"He is, he has his moments like any little boy, but Perry has done a good job with him."
I smiled, "She can be a force to recon with."
Sarah grinned, "Yeah, she's got a bit of her father in her that's for sure. She tells me you knew my Alex."
I sighed, "Yeah, back in another life he did a fair amount of work for me."
The inquisition was interrupted with Perry coming back, "He's out cold," sighing and plopping down beside me. We chatted a bit about this and that then the girls decided to top me off, I was presented with a HUGE piece of German Chocolate cake.
"You two are trying to split me in two." I took a bite and it was delicious, closing my eyes and savoring it for as long as I could.
Perry snickered, "Is it working?"
We watched a bit more of the late game, but I was looking at her more than the TV.
"Don't you want to watch the game?"
"I'm not a big football fan like I used to be. It's okay to watch but I can take it or leave it."
"How about a movie then?"
I just shrugged and she hopped up and bent over a cabinet, her dress riding up a little showing those smooth thighs, she knew I was looking. She popped the DVD in and then motioned me to get up off the couch. In a moment she had the hide-a-bed out and we were reclined back watching 'The Shootist'.
Some time later I woke up as Perry was climbing back into bed. I rolled up enough to empty my pockets so I wouldn't spill my change all over in the night and laid back down facing the edge of the bed.
The clock said 12:05 and I was facing the middle of the bed with Perry spooned in front of me and my hand cupping her tit separated by a thin layer of material. I slowly slid my hand down to her belly as I rolled back a bit to keep my growing hard on from pressing against her back praying she was asleep enough not to notice.
No such luck, her hand was coming down to grab mine. WHAT THE FUCK? Perry was bringing my hand back up to her tit then reached back between us and situated my cock in the crease of her ass as she scooted back against me then put her hand on mine on her tit.
I tried to roll away a little, "Lay still before I crawl up and sleep on top of you." I rolled back against her and gave her tit a little squeeze as I pulled her back against me. "Mmmmm," was the only response.
I woke to a sensation I couldn't remember the last time I had felt it. A warm soft woman curled up against my side. Her head and hand on my chest, her leg kicked up across my crotch.
Her leg was moving and I was getting hard, "Oh you do like me."
I groaned, she snickered and rolled out of bed. Perry flashed me her thong split ass before pulling her robe on and heading for the kitchen. I slipped my shirt on and moved as fast as I could for the bathroom. I managed six strokes before loosing it, two more than last night.
I managed coffee and toast while Dane was a whirl wind, Perry had agreed to take him to the zoo and I was being drafted to come along, you just can't say no to a kid like him. Perry seemed very pleased with herself.
We put his car seat in my truck and I found a strap to hold it in, old military trucks do not have seat belts. Perry seemed quite pleased she had to sit in the middle next to me.
He was just as energetic there as he was at home, evidentially this was a semi regular treat. He knew exactly where he wanted to go and when. He was normally allowed two shows that you had to pay to get into, but with winter settling in they were closed for the season. We wandered a bit, he squealed when I put him up on my shoulders to see the polar bears over the rest of the crowd, and I left him up there a bit as we strolled before heading home for lunch.
He had burned out at the zoo, ten minutes on the road and he was out in his seat.
"Thanks for coming with us Sean."
I grinned, "I had a wonderful time. I couldn't tell you the last time I went to the zoo, and Dane was a blast."
"Yeah, I was a bit surprised. He doesn't usually take to strangers."
We pulled in and Dane was getting himself out of his seat all by himself and racing to the house. I took his seat out and slipped it back into Grandma Sarah's car. I stepped to Perry. "Thanks for inviting me over, I had a wonderful time."
"You're leaving?" she said with a bit of a frown.
"I don't want to intrude on the time you get with Dane."
She brightened a little with that, "Well at least come grab a bite before you leave."
I grabbed my belly and groaned, "You two are just trying to fatten me up before you butcher me."
Perry swatted at me grinning then took my arm and led me to the house. It looked like it had been assumed, Sarah had plates out for all of us. I had my sandwich and was half way through my pie when the phone rang. Sarah answered it and then called Perry to the phone.
"SHIT!" I heard her exclaim softly, looking over to see Sarah scowl at her. She shrugged and finished her conversation then came back to the table and put her head in her hands.
I took my last bite of pie, "Bad?"
"I didn't get the bid," she said to the table.
"Oh."
She turned her head to me, "It was going to be the lot rent to store the equipment."
"They won't let you slide a month?"
"I'm already two behind."
"Oh," I grabbed a roll and spread some butter on it. "Well why don't you park them at my place for a while?"
Perry snorted, "Where? On top of all your pallets?"
I smiled, "Perry, I have fifteen acres, that's just the clearing by the road."
She looked at me as her eyes went wide, "Really?"
I just shrugged, "We'd probably have to consolidate things a bit to squeeze them in. If I had a chain saw we could clear a few trees, but I think we could make them fit."
"You're serious?"
"Sure. It's not like I'm going to be adding to my treasures much this year, so what the heck."
"I'd need to do something pretty quick."
"How about we go take a look when you're done fattening me up."
Dane and Sarah laughed, Perry did eventually.
"Can I go Mom?"
"Not this time honey, this is work stuff."
"Oh man!"
I ruffled his hair, "Maybe later once we get things settled, okay?"
"YESSS!"
We headed out to the trucks, "How about we swing by the yard so I can get an idea of what you have? Maybe even snag the skid loader in case we need it?"
We walked through what she had, "Damn, this is a lot more than I realized. You said you had the three pieces of equipment, I didn't realize you had all this other stuff."
Perry looked a bit dejected, "Changing your mind?"
"On the contrary, thinking of all the things we could do with it. You've got a lot of attachments for just three pieces of equipment."
Perry grinned, "When Dad was in full swing this lot was almost overflowing. I sold off the big equipment but hung on to all this just in case."
"Some of it looks like it hasn't been used in a while, does it all work?"
"Most of it. some needs minor repair, others are for spare parts. You still want me to bring it over?"
I grinned, "On one condition."
"What's that?" she asked a bit guarded.
"No more sleeping in your truck."
Perry turned to me and put her arms around my waist. "And just where would I be sleeping?" grinning up at me.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead, "I think I could come up with something."
Perry put her hand behind my neck and pulled me down, "Good answer," she said softly before kissing me. Not a quick peck like last time, just a nice soft gentle kiss.
We loaded the forks and brush cutter on the trailer before she pulled the skid steer on and chained everything down. I just watched in awe as this little petite woman hopped around doing what had to be done putting any man I knew to shame. I had to push the speed limit a little driving home to keep her from running into the back of my truck, she was in a bit of a hurry.
We hopped into my truck to make the rounds. "So the property starts just outside the gate for the West boundary. This access road runs just inside the North line." We kept chugging up the road to the top coming up beside the chain link around the tower base.
"Oh wow!"
"Not a bad view huh?"
Yeah," she said softly looking out over the valley.
Bits and pieces showing through the gaps, one of the suburbs laid out off in the distance. Kind of reminded me of what I used to do. What I had planned for my future way back when...
"And the ridge is yours too?" bringing me out of my funk.
"Yeah, and a little over the other side. The south line is about five hundred feet or so over just past the stream."
"A stream, up here?"
"There's a little spring about three quarters of the way up the hill along that side that feeds it. That was part of the reason we... that is... I mean..."
Perry turned her back to me and backed up to me pulling my arms around her. "Yeah," was all she said, but it said it all.
We stood there looking out over the valley for a while. I was really enjoying the feel of Perry in my arms against me.
"So what were the original plans?"
"Well back when I wasn't worried about money," she chuckled, "we were going to build the house up here near the top. We were debating on keeping it below the ridge or getting high enough to have the view over the top."
"And now?"
"Well I don't think we're going to be building a five thousand square foot monstrosity do you?"
I felt her chuckle, "Not likely."
"So what would you do?" I asked Perry.
"Not sure, I like the idea of being up high for the view, but that would depend on so many other things."
"Like?"
"Well the lay of the land to start. It can be shaped and moved if need be but it would be easier if you didn't have to. Then there is the utilities and sewer to consider."
"Mmmm, well power is underground just this side of the road up to the transformer, and for all the rock I would bet sewer up here would be lagoon not leach. The water is all the way down the hill and across the road."
"What about the spring?"
"What about it."
"Why not use that for water?"
"You can do that?"
I heard her groan as she put her head back against my chest, "Yes."
"Okay. So should we go back down and actually do what we came here for?"
"It's either that or move things around to get my stuff over here."
"Huh?" Perry turned and gave me a nice kiss then hopped back into the truck. OH!
We did go back down and unload the skid steer and attachments. We were shuffling and consolidating and I was really surprised at what I had acquired over the last two years. It was just lots of bits and pieces, but it sure added up.
Our next load from the yard was a few more attachments and the back hoe, that let us load and unload on either end. The next two loads were strictly attachments loaded and unloaded by chain with the excavator being the last load just before sunset.
"You staying for supper?" I asked with a grin.
"What are my choices?"
"Oh you know, just the usual endless menu. I have soup, stew, or noodles."
"Stew sounds good."
I put my elbow out and she took it grinning as I led her to the house.
"You've been busy!" she exclaimed as she saw my additions. "You expecting someone?"
I just shrugged, "When you stayed that first night I realized I wasn't prepared for guests."
Perry grinned, "But there's still only one bed."
I grinned back, "Yup."
We sat and ate stew watching TV. I could only pick up a few locals on my home made antenna, but it was better than nothing.
"You staying tonight?"
Perry grinned, "I thought that was a condition of keeping my stuff here."
I grinned even harder, "That it was. You want to take a shower while I rinse the dishes?"
"Okay," she chirped. Perry ran out to her truck for her duffel and teased me stripping down for her shower stepping in in her little bra and thong, tossing them at me from inside. I couldn't help it, I brought them to my nose to inhale her scent. A heady mix of sweat and Perry.
The shower shut off and a minute later I turned hearing the shower curtain being pulled back, BIG MISTAKE.
Perry stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel drying her hair with another. "Your turn." She sat back down on the couch, her towel opening up along her leg almost enough to...
"Okay," I said with a little groan trying not to cum in my pants. I stepped to the dresser and grabbed a clean pair of boxers and stripped to mine before stepping into the shower. I started lathering down and couldn't help it, I grabbed my aching cock and got three strokes in before shooting all over the wall remembering her stepping out of the shower naked the first time I saw her. At least I wouldn't be stabbing everything in sight when I got out.
When I shut the water off it was strangely silent like I was alone again. When I came out of the shower I found out why. Perry was in bed already, all the lights off except for the little one in the kitchen. I was standing there looking at her bare shoulders.
"Um Sean."
"Huh?"
"You're over dressed," and pulled the covers back to reveal her naked body.
I just stared at the vision before me, "damn" was all I could say as my hard on came back with a vengeance.
"Well?"
I just stared at her, I couldn't tear my eyes away. She looked down at my hard on tenting my boxers. "Oh," I dropped my boxers once I managed to get them past my hard on, Perry giggling at my predicament. I slid in beside her lightly putting my hand on her waist as she covered us back up. "Are you sure about this?"
Perry put her hand behind my neck and pulled me down to her. Our first real kiss. Not a quick peck, or even a decent kiss out in public. This was a kiss while exploring each other. Feeling her hands moving on my chest while I brought mine up to hers. Her gasp into my mouth when I cupped her tit and took her hard nipple between my fingers.
Hearing her sigh in my ear as I kissed along her jaw to her ear lobe working my way to her chest. Perry's little cry as I took her nipple in my lips, wrapping her arms around my head holding me tight and quivering. I hoped it was a nice little orgasm.
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was trying to drink her in taking as much of her tit in my mouth as I could. releasing it to begin to kiss my way down her belly.
Perry caught my head and tipped it up, "Later," she panted.
I slid back up her body and lightly kissed her as the tip of my cock bumped her pussy. "I'm not going to last long."
"Me either," as she reached down and brought my cock to her lips. Lifting me up and down wetting me with her juices leaving me centered on her opening.
I slid partially into her having to stop to keep from popping, pulling back and arching up to be able to keep kissing Perry as I sunk fully into her. I tipped my head back arching the other way plastering her to me, "Fuuuuccckkkkk." I was quivering and gritting my teeth on the edge of cumming in her.
If I hadn't met Dane you couldn't convince me this woman had ever had children, she was TIGHT! I was moving a little trying to hold off when Perry screamed and wrapped her legs around me. That was it, I pulled back one last time and was unloading even as I drove into her. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders and roaring as I filled her. Barely holding myself up on my elbows to keep from crushing her before pulling both of us over onto my back.
We laid there a bit as my cock softened slipping from Perry, her soft body sprawled across me. I grabbed something from beside the bed and tried to tuck it between her legs. Perry rolled enough to pull it between her legs and dropped back to my chest.
As hot and sweaty as we were I didn't want her to move. Stroking her soft back and ass cheek as our sweat almost glued us to each other. Tipping my head up enough to kiss her forehead was all the energy I had.
We finally rolled off the bed and Perry hobbled to the pee bucket and gave me a dirty look, "You need a real bathroom," she scowled as she hovered over the bucket.
"That takes a leach field or lagoon." She looked at the shower with a raised eyebrow. I just shrugged, "Sink and shower run to a grey water gravel pit. And with both of us here that could be pushed to the limit."
Perry just groaned, "Guess what your first project is?"
"Well I was going to say we can't afford it, but I know someone with the right toys to put it in."
It was tight with our regular work season coming to an end, and if it hadn't been for my monthly cell tower money we wouldn't have done it. We got the smallest tank we could get and just enough pipe for one long lateral fastening the tee and end cap with screws so we could add to it later if need be. But we were now officially living in a home. No more camper or out house needed.
We didn't do a whole lot the next two weeks with our regular work other than the little septic setup with the short days. But that did leave a WHOLE lot of time in the evenings to explore things inside.
I learned that I could nibble on her neck and shoulders all day long and she would really enjoy it, but if I nibbled on the outside slope of her tits I had a wild woman on my hands. And licking the crease of her hip and leg right below her hip bone got her flowing and ready for me to lick clean. And oh was she sweet. I could lay there and lick her until she passed out, and I tried that as many times as possible.
Spreading her juicy pussy, nibbling on her lips as I took tentative licks into her core. Drinking and feasting as Perry moans and sighs, feeling her legs come around me as I get her close. Sliding my fingers up in her as I nibble on her clit sending her over the edge.
But I have to be careful how much I tease that little minx, she takes great pleasure in returning the favor. Laying with her head on my belly and just flicking the head of my cock with her tongue. Taking just the head of my cock in her mouth as she strokes my cock or plays with my balls. Working and stroking and sucking.
Leaning over to suck me down against the back of her mouth every so often, then opening her mouth and slowly taking me in pressing me to the back as she hums and licks my cock. And when I fell like I can't take it any more it's like she seems to know I'm on the edge and leans over and just stars fucking my cock with her throat. Jamming me hard until I roar and let loose, grabbing her ass as I arch up and fill her belly.
We were cuddling on the couch watching a Christmas movie, neither of us having put any clothes on for three days. Perry was softly stroking my firm cock as I cupped and played with her little tits. "Dane keeps bugging me about coming over."
I lifted my hand enough to tip her head and give her a quick peck, "Well we won't be able to run around like this when he's here."
Her mouth dropped open, "YA THINK?!"
I grinned back at her, "When would you want to bring him over?"
She got a soft smile, "You don't mind?"
"Well we're not exactly set up for him on a permanent basis yet."
"Yet?"
"Well I figured some where along the way we'd have to set something up for him, but I'm not sure how or where just yet."
"We?"
I just smiled and shrugged. Perry grinned and bit her lip then let my cock flop back against my belly. She lifted a leg to straddle me and planted her pussy firmly on me letting her wet lips slide on either side of me.
"You're sure about this?"
"I'm sure I want to try if you do."
Perry stiffened, "Try..."
I pulled her down on top of me skin to skin, "If the last few years have taught me anything it is that nothing is guaranteed." She inhaled deep, "Having said that I really want us to succeed. I just hope an old man can keep up with the babe that's stolen my heart."
Perry pulled up to her elbows, the tips of her nipples just grazing my chest hair. She looked into my eyes searching for something, then sighed and got this little grin. "I'm not giving it back until you fork over mine."
I smiled back at her and slid one hand to her ass to cup it as I brought the other to the back of her neck to pull her back down. "Not happenin'" I whispered just before I kissed her.
Perry melted against my chest again interlocking her arms behind my neck, we kissed and held each other close for an eternity before she broke it lifting up and grinning at me. The grin turned to a groan as she snaked her little hand down between us and lifted me enough for her to sink back and take me in to the root.
Hearing Perry's breath catch when she got me in just the right place in her pussy, feeling her quiver as she took her pleasure. Seeing her try to egg me on and telling her to cum around me and the total release on her face as she came hard and collapsed on my chest again. Deep panting turning to slow shallow breaths as she fell asleep on me as my still hard cock was buried in her aching to cum and yet not wanting to so I could stay buried in her velvet pussy.
My little movements in her pussy enjoying her around me making her sigh in her sleep and then coming awake and getting me to roll over on top of her. Lifting her legs and catching her knees behind her elbows and cupping her little tits. "Fuck me..." her only words. And the grin on her face when I couldn't take it and jack hammered into her filling her with a roar and collapsing down on her barely remember to catch myself with my elbows to keep from crushing her.
I rolled to my back gasping for air, reaching across to cup her tit and Perry putting her hand on mine. "It's not even Christmas yet and that's the second best present I've ever had."
Perry's hand tightened on mine, "Second? What was the first?"
"When the kids were born..."
Perry's hand relaxed, "Yeah..." she rolled over against me, all energy to get up and take a shower forgot about as we drifted off.
Over the next few weeks we made the rounds to the various thrift stores, finally coming up with a bed for Dane and a desk for Perry, all in one. It was one of those things the college dorms use that have a desk on the bottom with a bunk up top. Dane was thrilled to spend a few nights every so often, telling his grandma he was going to summer camp. Seems it was something he remembered from a movie with bunk beds. I just grinned and didn't argue about it being the middle of winter.
The three of us spent the few days before Christmas in my trailer and taking walks around the property. Dane having a ball following various animal tracks while Perry and I scouted a place for a house. We settled on a place near the top about mid way between the side property lines where it flattened out a bit before resuming its rise to the peak. A place where the back would be built into the hill side.
Christmas morning at her grandmothers was one of the most special I can remember, only a few little presents for Dane, but all of us together. It was the sign of my life turning around.
Come February I got a letter from a bankruptcy court and then from a new cell tower management company. They had to renegotiate the tower contracts. This time I got a company to rep me and they got me almost four times what I had been getting. The tower company bitched about my RV electric so we told them to leave it in place for a year max to give me a chance to get mine in and they relented.
Perry also got a call from a builder to prep a sight when another contractor was a no show, and since I wasn't working yet I tagged along to help out. Turns out he was one of the guys I had used in the past and was surprised to see me in the excavating business.
"Nope, I work for her," putting my thumb over my shoulder at Perry going to town with the excavator. I hopped back in the truck to dump what she had loaded when I got the whistle and a look, he just grinned at my jumping at her beck and call. At lunch break I introduced her to Vince and informed him she was old man Taylor's daughter. He raised an eyebrow and then started asking her questions. By the end of the day they had an agreement for several more projects. We splurged and took Dane and her grandmother out to the Country Buffet. She took him home with her so we could have the night to ourselves to celebrate.
I never did go back to full time work for the construction company, Perry and I worked too well together. I did still do clean up for material though, can't beat free.
As soon as the weather dried up enough we traded a little excavating for borrowing some concrete forms and set the foundation for our first storage container. One end ground level and the other dock high to be able to back the big truck right up. Two months later we did the second one forty feet over. The following month we did the water from the stream to a cistern and then the septic lagoon.
September we splurged and bought both of the fifty three foot containers and had them set. It about drained us but we had the cell tower money coming in to cover the basics. And after a little coaxing and begging we had a bit of a house raising party the weekend after Halloween. Some grilling and beer got us a few guys and a high loader to finish in half a day what would have taken me and Perry several weeks. It was only the truss joists and decking with a tarp cover, but it gave us an out of the weather area to work on equipment and store more material.
The year had been good to us, we had actually been able to set some money back and buy a few pieces of equipment expanding our scope of work and there fore our income.
I will admit that I hid something from Perry that fall, about four hundred dollars worth, but she would get it back, I hoped...
Thanksgiving at Grandma Sarah's was wonderful, a house full of aromas and good people. We even had both turkey and ham!
Christmas... I was in knots and doing my best not to show it, but I wasn't succeeding, Sarah kept looking at me, and twice asked what was bothering me. I made some excuse, but it was clear she wasn't buying it.
We sat back as Dane distributed our presents, each of us buying a few little things for each other as well as the 'extras' from Santa for Dane.
"Hey Dane, you missed one."
"Where?" I pointed to the lower branches at a small wrapped box hanging from one next to a decoration. Here it goes for all the marbles.
Dane, his ever energetic self, ran back to the tree hoping it was for him. "It says for Mom."
"From who?" Perry asked, Dane just shrugged and handed her the little box.
Perry took it and inspected it like it was going to spring open and bite her, a little shake didn't reveal anything so she slooooly took the lid off. Her eyes went wide when she saw the jewelry box inside and took it out slowly looking between me and the box.
"Come on Mom, open it!"
Sarah laughed and Perry gasped, then slowly cracked the cover.
She was going to put her hand to her mouth, but I grabbed it in mine as I slipped to one knee, "Perry Taylor, will you marry me?"
Her lips and hands were trembling like she was going to drop it so I took the box from her hand and put the ring at the tip of her finger waiting on her answer.
"Yes," she squeaked out nodding her head and crying.
I slipped the ring up her finger and kissed her hand, Perry dropped to the floor in front of me and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long hard kiss.
"EEWWWWWWW!"
We broke the kiss long enough to see Dane with his hands over his eyes but peeking between his fingers. I turned Perry back to me and kissed her again dropping my far hand to her ass to give it a nice little squeeze.
"GRANDMA! Make them stop." Sarah took him to the kitchen for another piece of pie.
We held each other and kissed some more. "Hey Perry."
She gave me a quick peck, "Hmm?"
"Can we sit back up on the couch, my knees are killing me?"
Perry laughed and pulled me to my feet then pushed me to the couch and hopped on my lap straddling me, "Better?"
"Getting there," as I pulled her close to resume that kiss but with her chest tight into mine this time.
We managed to tone it down enough for Dane to come back in and watch TV with us, Sarah grinning like her face would split.
I got up later at half time to make a bathroom run and got one of the best Christmas presents I could have even imagined. I was just coming back down the hall and as I rounded the corner to come back in the room...
"Mom?"
"Hmmm?"
"Does this mean Sean is going to be my Dad?"
"Would you like that?" looking at me over Dane's shoulder.
"Uh huh."
Perry smiled, "Me too," she said softly.
Dane did a fist pump, "YESSSS."
My eyes started watering bad, there sure is a lot of dust in the air tonight.
All through winter we bought lumber with part of my cell tower money. A bundle of two by fours here, some more truss joists there, a bundle of T&G decking every once in a while. By mid February we had most of the material and were just waiting on warmer weather to get started, planning on how to keep things covered between work times. With a little bit of luck we would have the last of the sheet goods and other bits and pieces by the time we got to the roof later this summer.
We were sitting down for a few sandwiches for lunch debating on trying to get started this weekend and figuring out what size tarps we were going to need.
"What house?" Vince asked coming up beside us.
"Ours," I told him.
"Ours?"
"Ours!" Perry responded raising her hand to show him her engagement ring and then leaned over for a quick kiss.
Vince grinned, "Well congratulations! So what are you building?"
We started off giving him the basics, setting the two shipping containers and the trusses and decking last fall. Building up supplies over the winter and then to the dilemma of when to start and having to keep it covered to keep the raw wood protected.
"How big?"
"Not very, thirty by forty and two stories, the second cut back a bit to look out over the great room."
"How bad is the floor plan?"
I had to chuckle, I had thrown him some real wild ones back when I was developing. "Pretty plain and simple. Second floor is the master suite, two bedrooms, and a bath slash laundry between them. Main floor is living room, kitchen, bathroom and small office with a big open great room."
"That doesn't sound too bad."
"Nope, just going to take us a while to put it together."
"US?" looking between me and Perry.
Perry grinned, "Evenings and weekends are the plan. We'd be living in a cracker box if we had to pay to have it built."
Vince just shook his head and we chatted a bit more about the lot we were working on for him and some changes in the next one. He got up to walk away then turned back, "So when's the big day?" he asked with a grin.
Perry softly punched my shoulder, "Soon as the house is livable. Mister old fashioned said he'd have to be able to carry me over the threshold on our wedding night."
Vince just kicked his head back laughing as he walked away.
We got back to work, abet with a few stops for quick kisses every once in a while.
Perry and I started in framing walls that weekend, laying them out on the deck and sheeting them then starting on the next one piling them up to be ready to stand them up when we had enough put together. Over the next two weeks we had most of the first floor walls done and I had talked to Vince on Wednesday about borrowing his wall jacks to stand a few of the long ones up that weekend when Perry came storming out of the porta patty.
"You son of a bitch, you couldn't wait could you?"
Perry was on a decent run so I ducked around the truck to stay ahead of her. "What? What did I do?"
"You know god damn well what you did."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I yelled back over my shoulder on my second trip around the truck amidst Vince's guys cheering her on.
Then the little minx cheated, she turned around the other way and flattened me into a pile of dirt to a round of applause. Perry landed on my waist holding my arms above my head, then sat back up and reached into her pocket pulling out a little white stick.
"You did it up good old man," then she grinned at me, "I'm pregnant."
"You're... you mean?" I glanced at the little plus sign on the stick and then back at her grinning face, "REALLY!"
Perry nodded her head still grinning.
"YAAAHHOOOOOO!" I pulled her down for a good kiss, even reaching back to squeeze her ass. She tried to pull back when the guys started whistling and cat calling but I held her tight.
"Who's got the fire hose for these two?" Vince called out. I gave him a raspberry then kissed Perry again.
Perry let me sit up so I kissed her again, "I love you," taking her jaw in my hand and kissing her again.
"I love you too... Dad."
That got more laughs from the crew.
We managed to get dusted off amongst lots of back slaps and hugs and congratulations from the guys. I was on cloud nine the rest of the day, and we took Dane and Sarah out for a nice meal and broke the news to them. Both were overjoyed and soon had half the restaurant cheering for us. I could only smile and kiss her...me... a dad... again!
Vince told me Thursday morning he would need the wall jacks Friday and would drop them off Saturday morning so we were all set, plenty of tarps and ropes to cover what we could get put up.
Saturday morning at the crack of dawn we were invaded. There was a knock on the door and I slipped my pants on to get the jacks from Vince and about fell on my ass when I opened the door. There was Vince with a big grin on his face... and about a dozen trucks pulled in behind him.
"Bout time you two get out of bed, you can't get her any more pregnant than she already is you know."
I must have had quite the look on my face from his expression.
"Go put some clothes on, grab your plans, and meet us up there." he turned back to the guys and pointed up the access road.
I scrambled back inside and started pulling my shirt on, "What's up Sean?" Perry asked with a bit of concern.
"Vince is here."
"Yeah."
"With all three crews," I said trying to button my shirt up while watching her pull the covers down to seduce me into coming back to bed.
"WHAT?!" Perry jumped out of bed making me smile at her bare ass jiggling. She pulled on a shirt and jeans not bothering with her thong or bra and we headed up the hill to the house.
We got up there as the guys were getting out compressors and uncoiling air hoses. Looking around a bit dumb founded, "What... what are you guys doing here?" I asked.
They gathered around Vince, "Well we took a vote. Now we could do all the traditional things for you guys, bachelor party, bachelorette party, bridal shower, baby shower, all that kind of stuff. Or we could do what we do best and put your shell up."
I just stood there staring at Vince, then scanned his crew all smiling at us. Perry just covered her mouth trying not to cry and backed into me.
"Well give me the plans and let's see what you have."
I held them out still a bit stunned, Vince took them grinning at us and laid them out on my pile of walls.
He looked them over and then called us to him making a few suggestions on some changes. Once he explained them they made a lot of sense and then the crews went to work. The tarps were pulled and my walls were being stood up. Vince was chalk lining things while Perry and I scrambled to get the forks on the skid steer and move the piles of lumber out from under the decking and up to the top side still a bit stunned.
Seventeen guys were peeling off lumber and laying out walls almost before I set the pile down.
Excuse me, fifteen guys and two of the best, most talented, female framers, no scratch that, framers period. That got me a grin. They were like ants at a picnic, I kept bringing lumber around and Perry ran to the store for burgers and hot dogs. It wasn't much but it was the least we could do.
By the time we broke for lunch at eleven they had all the first floor walls up and had started setting the joists for the second floor. We'd both been around build sites before, but with three crews it was going up like magic. By afternoon break the second floor joists were set and the decking on. Vince was laying out the upstairs walls and the crews were starting to assemble them.
Sally came over to us, "Where's the rest of your lumber? We're short on two by fours and several ceiling joists."
I had to gulp and look between her and Vince. "We uh, we hadn't bought any more yet."
"Oh... windows and doors?"
"Just what's downstairs. We didn't plan on getting to this stage for quite a while."
"Okay, I'll check and see what we can do."
Sally went down stairs to our 'shop' area, then called us down to explain what we had planned for the windows. Luckily our plan was fairly generic and several of the windows we had for the first floor would fit in the holes on the second. The two that we didn't have they would three quarter cut the panels letting me finish the last of the cut from the inside to pop the windows in. The holes already cut on the main floor would have to be plasticed until I got windows in them but they would be on the ground floor.
By the end of the day we were four ceiling joists short and several stub walls, but it was mainly whole. We pulled the big tarps over and thanked each and every one of them profusely. They had saved us several months of time in getting the shell up.
For as busy as the day had been we just walked the house hand in hand in awe. We had done little bits here and there for many months, and here was our house with the shell three quarter completed. We could visualize where things would go, how we would lay out the bedrooms. We could look out the windows and see the valley below.
We splurged and went to IHOP for endless pancakes to celebrate. If it hadn't been quite as chilly Perry would have spread her blanket and slept in our new bedroom that night.
We woke to a nice sunny morning, a bit earlier than our usual for a Sunday. Grinning at each other and talking about the house when we heard a big truck go roaring up the access road.
"They working on the cell tower?" Perry asked.
"On a Sunday?" I headed for my shirt and pants hearing more trucks go up the road.
I had just stepped out the door with Perry a few feet behind me and I dropped to the edge of the deck and just sat there. One of Vince's big trucks just went by with four bundles of plywood on the back. I was just starting to get some strength in my legs when one of the guys came up the road in the big high loader with the wide work platform on the forks.
I pulled Perry to me and we hugged and cried. Yes I'll admit it, we just cried a bit, then pulled ourselves together and walked hand in hand up the hill.
The tarp was being pulled off as the last few things from yesterday were being finished. The high loader was lifting a few pieces of plywood up for a temporary deck to do the roof rafters, followed by several long boards.
We came up behind Vince and I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around grinning. "Vince, I don't have the money to pay you for this lumber."
His grin never faltered, "Pay me when you can, or take it off my bill."
I didn't know what to say, neither did Perry, she just reached up and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Vince looked at me grinning, "Don't you even think about it," pointing a finger at me. I gave him a big hug anyway. Sally and Valerie yelled down 'hubba hubba.'
By early afternoon we had a mostly dried in shell. It was just a layer of felt on the roof, but it would keep most of the rain out until I could get some shingles on in a few weeks. Vince would loan me the compressor and nailer when I got to them.
We waited until Wednesday to tell Dane and Sarah about the house, with plans to stay in town Friday night and come out Saturday to show it to them. Dane wanted to go right that minute even in the dark and begged us to head right back out Friday evening when we got home.
We tortured Dane Saturday morning. We stayed in bed for a while, then took our time with breakfast and showers. He was literally dragging Perry by the hand out to the truck and pestering Sarah to hurry up and get in.
Sarah gasped a little seeing my semi trailer house for the first time, but it was my turn when we came to the top. There was our house with almost a dozen guys crawling on it and Spanish music blaring to the hills.
Dane was out the door as soon as I stopped with Sarah following and trying to control him. I just sat there and stared.
"Sean," Perry asked, "who are those guys?"
"That's José and his crew..."
"Did you..." I looked at her and shook my head. "How did they..." all I could do was shrug.
We got out of the truck slowly, walking to the house with my arm around Perry's shoulder. We made it half way when a short robust woman came at us with arms out letting loose a string of Spanish faster than any one I had ever heard before.
I was pulled down for a big hug and a kiss on each cheek, then it was open arms to Perry and the same for her as José came up behind his mother grinning.
"Mister Sean, so good to see you after all this time," sticking his had out for what I know would be a nice firm shake.
"José, how..."
He grinned never letting go of my hand, "Mister Vince told me you were getting married, to a real woman."
Perry grinned and his mother said something in Spanish and he responded. "And we can't have el bebé sleeping in the trailer now can we?"
There was another string of Spanish and she stepped back a little and held Perry's arms wide. "When are you due?" José translated.
"Late November."
José translated back and then one of the guys yelled something down from the roof and he turned to take care of it and Perry was drug off by his mother to walk the house.
I caught up with him after he took care of the problem, "José, How can you do this?"
"You no worry Mister Sean. I used all my extra grays."
I looked at him in awe. José would hang onto all his extra shingle bundles in his four main colors, piling them up until he had a healthy stash and then find a deserving family to re-roof their house. They had some color variations being from different lots, but they were good shingles.
"I should pay you something for all this. I don't know what to say."
José grinned and nodded to the ladies, "Say you won't tell them the top row and ridge caps will be black."
I couldn't speak, every word stuck in my throat. I pulled him to me with one hand and gave him the biggest hug I could. When I found my voice, "I'll say each and every one of you is invited to the wedding."
By two that afternoon we had a fully dried in shell. We walked and talked with Dane and Sarah until almost sunset. When we came back out the front we found Sarah just staring off over the valley, strangely quiet that evening taking them home.
With just a few words we decided to add one more room next to the downstairs bathroom... for when Sarah came to stay. By mutual consent, we pulled the mattress from the camper and all the blankets we had and slept in our bedroom in the new house that night.
Over the next few months we got our power connected, our bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen completed enough that after our wedding on the front lawn with all our friends in attendance I could carry Perry up the stairs and over the threshold.
The only small fly in the ointment was something that didn't happen. I invited Jackie and the kids to the wedding, but they had a ski trip planned and couldn't change the reservation. Where do you go skiing in the middle of the summer?
It was the first part of September, Dane was staying with his grandmother giving us a night alone. A night alone with Perry spread out on the blanket on the front deck in all her naked pregnant glory. My face wet with her juices as I look over her swollen belly seeing her now slightly larger tits rising and falling. I could see her grin even if she didn't raise her head, "You don't think you're done yet do you?"
I got to my knees and slipped between her spread knees, sliding in to her waiting pussy bottoming out as my belly met hers. "You getting fat woman."
Perry's head came up with a gasp and then a grin, "Fuck me before you keel over old man." She dug her heels in my ass and pulled me in even deeper. I did as told and just enjoyed my wife's tight pussy watching her tits jiggle as I did. Going in and out making her gasp and then scream to the hills in her third orgasm of the evening.
"You hormones are going to kill me..." I gasped as I rolled to her side sliding my hand across her tight belly.
We laid there a bit then Perry turned and rolled on top of me, "Well then I better do it up right." Perry settled with her belly in my chest and her tits in mine licking and sucking my cock back to life.
I tried to lift my head to her pussy but her belly held her just high enough to keep her out of reach. I blew into her spread lips making her jump, "This isn't fair."
"Mmmmmm," Perry hummed around my firming cock then sat up with a pop letting her pussy settle momentarily to my face. I got a few licks in before she hopped up with more energy than should be allowed and spun around to hover over my now aching cock. "Well maybe this will make up for it."
Perry reached down, raised me up enough to sink down and envelope me again. Perry rode me to her finish, I think I dribbled a little in her but I'm not sure as my consciousness drifted away...
I was flexing my hand to get some circulation back in it while I watched the nurse cut the umbilical cord. She brought him up to Perry to nurse. "What's his name?"
I turned my head to answer but Perry beat me to it, "Sean Michael Williams Junior."
I almost fell over on her looking her in the eye. She crooked her finger and puckered up. I leaned over to give her a kiss, totally shocked at naming him after me.
Perry grinned up at my reaction and whispered, "I still want a girl next time..."
*Thank you for reading my stories, and an additional disclaimer if you don't mind.
Yes, I need an editor.
If you read my beginning disclaimers and acknowledgements I did not pay homage to my editor. Real life has raised its ugly head and he has needed to take a sabbatical.
If you would like to apply as a substitute or co-editor feel free to contact me or leave a comment.
Acup*
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I wasn't expecting to do a follow up for the rather short story I'd wrote a few days ago, but at the urging of my own creativity and a few appreciative readers I decided to give it a shot. I'm fairly happy with how I write, but I know I can get better, especially with regards to the sexual part of my stories. As always, any criticism is welcome, good or bad. I won't go off and delete my scribblings like a cry baby because of a few harsh words, especially if they're deserved.
As always, don't read this if you aren't into the whole 'furry sex' dealy or of legal age for your given territory. The characters belong to me, but copyrighted names and products belong to their respective owners. Enjoy.
"Yeah, yeah ma- I know we were gonna go out tonight but one of the guys asked me to help him with his homework. What? What guy?" Eric paused, head tilting to the left. 'Sue' He thought. 'Gonna head home with the school boy slut and cum on his-' "Garry." He blurted out. "Yeah ma, he's from the team. Look- I gotta go. Yeah ma, I love you too. Bye."
A drop of water smacked him on the nose just after he stuck his phone into the kneepad pocket of his tights. The clouds that had been lurking in the distance during practice were now looming ominously above, threatening to open up at any moment. Though there were hours of sunlight left, the dark, billowing shroud above let almost none of it through. Those that hadn't felt the rain drops of the coming storm almost certainly sensed it in one way or another. It could be felt in the increasingly insistent wind or smelled in the air, he could even taste it on the tip of his tongue with every breath he took.
All in all the clouded sky was a fitting background for the turmoil he felt inside of him. In one day he'd found out his girl was a whore, how much he actually cared about her, and... That he swung both ways. He'd fucked a boy- But not just any boy, he fucked Sue. Sue, the school boy-girl, Sue, the single most flamboyant, ragingly homosexual person he'd ever laid eyes on. If he'd been caught in the act, well, Eric would have been both a laughing stock and a social pariah by the last bell. No number of beatings could have stopped those rumors from spreading, not even with an ass kicking machine.
Yet here he was, standing by the curb in his football uniform, smelling like sex, sweat and cigarette smoke waiting for Sue. Any minute now he'd be pulling up in his car to pick Eric up. He wasn't standing right out in front of the school or anything, but there were still people around him... Lots of people, getting into buses, into cars, walking out across the parking lot. The one good thing was that most of them were all focused on getting the hell away from the school, or trying to find shelter from the rainstorm barreling down on them.
In the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder why he was willing to risk getting caught with Sue, or why he was so eager to head home with the boy. Maybe he was trying to forget what he felt when he saw his girl on her knees for another guy. Maybe he felt nothing at all, and was trying to fill the void with the first warm thing to come along. A cheery 'Honk honk' snapped him out of his mental wandering, his amber eyes focusing on the shiny blue Honda Civic that had abruptly appeared at the curbside in front of him. 'At least it's not a Prius' Eric thought.
A tinted window slid down and Sue leant over, looking way up at the black wolf. Sue had taken the time to clean himself up in the half hour they'd been apart, just after Eric's knot finally subsided, and just before school ended. He'd redone his smudged makeup, beaten his hair back to perfection, and covered his torn blouse with a long grey jacket. Still, someone with a keen sense of smell or someone that just paid attention to their surroundings could easily pick up on the scent of wolf musk and cum coming off him. No quick spritz of perfume would be enough to cover that up. Eric was just lucky that most of the sports players smelled of musk and hormones when they walked off the field- No one batted an eye at him.
"Getting in?" Eric opened the door and plopped into the passenger seat, nearly whacking his head on the side of the roof. Somewhere in the back of his head, he began to wonder once more. Did anyone see? Did anyone recognize his jersey, or Sue's car, or look over at them at just the right time to see him get in? He was tense at first, but the tinted windows and his own growing sense of... Distance from himself, of numbness, did much to still his mind. They were but one car in a procession of many, a long line of buses, vans and sedans that stretched from one end of the parking lot to the next. Even if someone saw, even if they were trying to pick them out of the crowd, it'd be tough.
Sue must have picked up on the distance in his eyes or the shuffle in his step, because he didn't try to provoke a conversation. He concentrated on the road, which was growing hard to see behind a thickening curtain of rain. It started to pour before they'd even made it out of the parking lot, sending predators and prey alike scurrying in all directions behind them. Eric's eyes focused on the wipers slapping back and fourth across the windshield, their hypnotic motion and rhythmatic sound playing the part of music to soothe his savage beast. In a few short hours he'd swung through rage, denial, sadness, lust, and... For a brief time after their bathroom tryst, peace. Satisfaction. Calm. It wasn't just the afterglow, no... Was it the warmth of Sue's body sitting back in his lap? Had it been his small, drifting paws, wandering so affectionately across his body? 'You're going with him because you want to feel that again' A voice whispered in his mind.
It was maybe a ten or fifteen minute drive through the city and into the suburbs, but Eric wasn't really paying attention to the time. It was as though the car was a little bubble, a sanctuary from time, space, and the thundering skies outside. If he'd been his normal self, he might have commented on the almost freakishly clean interior of the car, or the guard house they had to stop at before entering Sue's neighborhood. As it was, he didn't say one word as they passed row after row of ticky tackey white houses that all looked just the same. Eric was almost sad when the car turned into a driveway and pulled into a garage, the door of which was opened and closed via a clicker above Sue's visor. The end of their journey also meant the end of his mental sanctuary.
"C'mon." Sue nudged him in the short ribs, spurring Eric to climb out of the car. The garage was just as clean and tidy as the interior of Sue's car, devoid of oil stains, old fishing poles or a single pile of junk. Everything was seemingly hidden away in rows Rubbermaid boxes stacked on metal shelves, all blue, all labeled with a strip of painter's tape and a sharpie. It had the aura of a place that was never worked in, and never changed. Sue walked around the hood of the car and grabbed one of his hands, tugging him towards a door that led into the house. "Lets go before my parents get home, alright? Just because they know I'm gay doesn't mean I want them smelling me like this."
"You're gay?" Eric feebly joked, mumbling the words. Sue didn't even look back when he flipped Eric off, leading the wolf through a spacious kitchen, dining room and living room all as spotless and orderly as the garage. Aside from their scents, even the air itself was sanitized, smelling faintly of Lysol and the sickly sweet odor of chemicals imitating flowers. Up a flight of stairs they went, past a polished banister and fogged glass light fixtures. They didn't go far down the upstairs hallway before Sue shoved open a door, pulling Eric into what the wolf guessed was his bedroom. It had white walls like the rest of the house, lacking for color or decoration but for a single poster that caught the wolf's attention. Eric turned and openly stared at a large picture which consumed a long stretch of wall near Sue's bed. It bore a gruesome drawing of a pig's head in black and red, perched on the tip of a spear. Some form of solid black flowers and vines sprouted from it's brow and ears.
"What the fuck?" Those were the only words he could think of. In the pristine suburban home, with it's vacuumed floors and spotless interior, the last thing he expected to find was a gigantic, gory picture. If the wolf even dreamt of putting such a thing up in his room, his parents would have him to the shrink faster than you could say 'Columbine'.
"It's a pig's head." Sue said, as if it were a perfectly natural thing to have on his wall. Maybe for him, it was.
"Why?" Eric asked, glancing between the rabbit and his poster. "Why... A pig's head?"
"It's a rasterbation of a book cover- Lord of the Flies, one of my favorites. I'm kinda big into reading." Sue waved a paw, gesturing at three nearly full bookshelves lining the opposite wall, right beside his computer desk. Sue let his hand go and started to walk away, his jacket and blouse slipping off his slender white shoulders and onto the floor. "You gonna stare at my picture all day, or you gonna come take a bath with me?" Sue asked, smirking over his shoulder at him. Eric gave one parting glance at the picture and turned to follow, stripping his clothes off as he went. He was wearing nothing but his stained jockstrap when he stopped behind Sue, watching the rabbit before him, bent over and messing with the tub's valves. The way Sue's red lace panties stretched, arching beautifully across the rounded curves of his eye catching hips... He'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart beat short. Whether it was Sue himself or the lust the rabbit coaxed out of him, the numb shell around his mind was rapidly cracking.
"You get in first, I'll- " Eric snatched Sue up into his burly arms the second the rabbit stood up, sweeping him right off his feet. Sue yelped in surprise and grabbed handfuls of the fur on his chest, clinging for dear life and laughing as Eric stepped into the filling tub and splashed down into the steamy water. "You're supposed to take your underwear off first!" Sue half-heartedly protested. A second later he was curling on his side against Eric's chest, nuzzling under the wolf's jaw. Their hands absentmindedly wandered over each other's bodies as the water rose around them, threatening to spill over the edge by the time Sue managed to fumble the knobs shut with his feet. "Can I ask you something?" Sue asked, rolling over onto his belly to look Eric in the eyes, nose to nose with the wolf. "Why'd you... Why are you here with me?"
Eric sat up a little, using the curved, sloping back of the tub to brace himself against. His face was blank as his mind as he stared back into Sue's pretty blue eyes, as peaceful as the tranquil water surrounding them. He grasped for an answer, rooting blindly through his mind, but came up empty.
"I don't know. I... I'm feeling kinda weird." Sue smiled a little, leaning up with his hands on the wolf's chest for a better look at his face.
"Kinda queer, you mean?" Eric smirked just a tiny bit, shaking his head. "If you don't wanna talk about it, I get it, I was just-"
"I caught my girlfriend cheating on me." Sue winced like he was slapped. It was odd to see such a cute face screwed up in such in ugly expression, like watching a porcelain doll grimace.
"Jesus, I'm, I'm sorry." Eric looked away at the tiled wall beside him. Sue's paw tugged at the side of his muzzle, coaxing his gaze back on the rabbit's face. "It's not your fault. You're strong, handsome and sweet, and if that bitch didn't know what she had then fuck her! She doesn't deserve you."
"She's not a bitch." Sue opened his mouth to unleash another torrent of insults, but Eric spoke first. "She's a cock magnet." Sue broke out in laughter and Eric followed, laughing loud enough to temporarily blot out the thunder booming above them. The lights in the bathroom dimmed, flashing on and off for a brief second as a particularly loud thunderclap cut their laughter short. After an exchange of worried glances, the two boys reluctantly climbed out of the tub. They left a trail of water behind them that led all the way to Sue's bed, and ended with two pairs of soaking wet underwear. Eric laid back on the large bed, a limb spread out in every direction and his eyes all but closed. He didn't know how big it was, but from what little he knew of Sue, he was guessing it was a queen.
"God." Sue murmured as slid his body over Eric's once more, sitting on his knees with his rump straddling Eric's lower thighs. "You're so beautiful." Sue murmured, his hands tracing up the wolf's stomach. His claws took their sweet time wandering upwards, dipping into every little valley of muscle they found on their way up to his torso. Eric snorted at the rabbit's words, holding back a laugh. "What?" Sue asked, tearing his eyes away from Eric's body to look the wolf in the eye.
"Beautiful ain't really the word I'd use, it's more for people like you than people like me." Sue blushed, averting his eyes to wolf's navel. "You're prettier than at least half the girls in school, and if you were on the cheerleading squad, I know I wouldn't lose a single game." The rabbit's budding smile was accompanied by a girlish giggle.
"I wouldn't have guessed that a guy like you would be so... So sweet." Eric reached up to take Sue's shoulders in his paws, gingerly drawing the rabbit down across his body until their lips met. They both looked into each other's eyes as their tongues edged forward, cautiously brushing against one another. Eric felt Sue's dainty fingers squeezing at his upper arms as they wound their tongues deeper into one another's muzzles, driven less by lust, and more by a warm, mutual affection. There was no rush for pleasure. There was no sprinting to the finish line, no cut to the chase for fear of being caught. They could take their time in appreciating the simple pleasure of having a body pressed close, and in the joy that just a kiss could bring. Every second Eric spent with his tongue in Sue's mouth left him wanting another two, and every time their eyes met, he wanted it to just last forever. "Eric?" Sue whispered when their lips drifted apart, both of them panting for air and sharing one another's breath.
"Yeah?" The wolf asked, running one hand through the rabbit's blonde locks. Sue bit his lip and looked away, the ivory color of his buck teeth clashing wonderfully with the ruby red of his lips. Eric wouldn't have guessed that the boy that was screaming for his knot just an hour or so ago could be so timid, so shy, so... Cute.
"I want you... I want you to, to- "
"Fuck you?" Sue laughed and put his hand over his eyes, unable to look at Eric as he tried to form the words.
"No! I mean, yes! I mean- Shit! I- I want you... I want you to lay me down on my back, so... So I can see your face this time." Sue cracked his fingers open, his big blue eyes peering out hopefully at Eric. Eric grabbed him by the wrist to tug his hand away from his face, leant up and drove his tongue so far back in Sue's mouth that the rabbit nearly choked. Sue all but melted against his big black puppy dog, his body folding in like a house of cards. Eric held Sue around the shoulders, rolling the rabbit onto his back with not one ounce of hurry in his motions. With their bodies so close together, Eric could swear he felt Sue's heart pounding against his chest, as surely as his own was beating ever faster.
By the time he'd gotten Sue on his back, the wolf's erection was digging at his belly like bone begging to be buried. There was something about Sue that got his blood boiling on a primal level, something that sent sparks flying when their lips touched. Maybe it was just how damn gorgeous he was, or maybe it was a sense of the forbidden, but whatever it was, Eric wanted all that Sue was willing to give.
"B-Be gentle." Sue pleaded as Eric pushed his thighs apart one by one, exposing a little pink pucker to his hungry eyes. His legs folded around Eric's waist, joining together in a white x that all but promised to never let him go. Eric found his mouth going dry as he took his dick in his hand and pointed it between Sue's cheeks, aiming the oozing head right at Sue's star. 'Just do it.' His mind and body demanded, even as he hesitated. 'Just put it in! It was good the first time!' He looked up at Sue, who was looking right back at him, wriggling in place, unable to sit still as he watched the wolf positioning himself at his backdoor. Sue's hands lifted together, placing themselves on either side of his face, his fingers tangling in the wolf's short, black hair. "Do it." He murmured, echoing the voices in Eric's head.
Eric closed his eyes, drew a short breath and leant his whole body forward to fall over Sue's. A growl welled up from somewhere deep within him as felt Sue's tight ring of flesh slowly yielding to him, letting him ease the first of eleven inches into body. The dusky length of his dick was just as dark as the rest of his body, and at the widest point of his knot, the wolf could have been a pinch wider than a soda can. It wasn't easy for Sue to take him, but the fact that he'd been tied earlier, and the fact that there was still gobs of cum left inside him to ease Eric's cock along did a whole lot to help. Eric never felt anything like it before- As slow as it was, it was wholly different than the last go around. He could feel it every time Sue took in a sharp breath, every time he clenched down around his dick, even in the slightest way. It was like warm, wet velvet was wrapped around his dick tighter than a condom two sizes too small and he was loving every second.
It was rough, real rough trying to push in the last few inches, even on Eric. Sue's body became one big vice crushing down on his dick, all the while the rabbit was yanking at his hair. Eric had to grab him by the wrists and pin them to the bed to keep from losing his scalp. The expression on Sue's face was unlike any he'd seen before, not in porn, not in movies, not even on his girl friend's face when they were in the sack. It was unable to rest, as if it were locked into a permanent state of change, flickering from one expression, one emotion to the next. Pleasure, pain, love, hate, desire and distress. His voice was just as raw and primal as his expressions, wordless and guttural, not unlike a wounded animal but one that drew joy from it's misfortune.
Sue didn't need words to tell Eric what he wanted, what he was really feeling. It was in the sweat that poured off his body, their bodies, in the musk that was filling the room from wall to wall, in the ankles drawing in Eric's body. More- He wanted more, they both did, not just more- Everything, every last bit of each other's bodies, every last drop of cum, every ounce of energy until there was nothing left. Everything, nothing less would do, and that was what Eric was giving to Sue. Eric's eyes practically rolled back in his head as he felt the last bit of space separating them disappear, vanish, consumed by mutual desire. Feeling his balls resting on a downy, tear drop tail, like a pillow made just for him, feeling Sue's legs drawn around him, feeling the heat pouring out of the rabbit's body and into his own- It made his head spin, and his knot swell.
Eric dragged his dick back a short distance and hesitated before easing himself back in, resisting every instinctual urge that was screaming at him to pound Sue like he did earlier. He was letting Sue's body get to know him, to stretch for him, to get used to the shape of the dick crashing in and gently receding like a wave breaking on the beach. No full on pounding, no using his body as a tool to vent his own rage, no. The difference between then and now was simple, even if Eric didn't see it. Before, he was fucking Sue, but now... Now he was making love to him, he was even afraid of hurting him. Somewhere, sometime without even realizing it, he'd started to care for the rabbit he'd met but a few hours ago.
As Eric's thrusts grew more regular, more demanding, the bed began to creak and groan with every rock of his hips. The protest of the aging springs was drowned out by their ragged pants, their urgent cries, the rain lashing at the bedroom window and the ever more boisterous storm above. It was as if everything around them was growing closer to popping right along with them, as if the world itself was ready to gush with the same elation, the same ecstasy that the young lovers felt within them. It might have been but a few minutes, maybe five at the most since he'd lanced into Sue's body once more but to Eric, it had felt like five hours. Five hours filled with perspiration and gasping, with both feeling life beneath his fingers, and feeling alive himself. The voices that were screaming in his mind to give into instinct were now howling in unison, howling loud and proud like the feral ancestors in his distant past, all but begging for him to join them. Who was he to say no?
The force of his howl alone made Sue cow his ears back behind his head, shielding them from the reverberations bouncing off the walls. Sue barely had the energy left to join him with a shrill mimicry of his lover's cry, his alpha's howl. For the second time that day, Eric's slammed his hips into Sue over and over again like a wild beast until his knot forced it's way into his pucker and locked them both together. He could feel Sue's muscles drawing shut around him in response, as if they were trying to keep it out but were a few seconds too late. Every time Sue's body tried to force him back, his hips jerked to root him that much more, his body doing everything it could to get that next shot of cum further in than the last.
With the last bit of strength left in his dwindling reserves, and the last bit of thought left in his rapidly emptying mind, Eric rolled over on his back like a hound without any fight left in him. All he could do was lay there, lay there and breathe, lay there and stare at the exhausted, beautiful face looking down at him. Once more tied together, once more bound by the fruit of their lust, the two weakened, weary but altogether happy lovers gradually fell to sleep without a single word between them. There would be time for talking in the morning, but for now, for them, there was only time for peace. | White Rabbit by Bevan | [
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*Hope you enjoy the story. Thank you MindsMirror for your inspiration. All parties involved in sex are above the age of 18. Chapter 1 is slow to build and leads to the back story of Chapter 2. It took over 13 months for me to complete this one.
A big thanks to Todger65 for editing.*
How New York City Changed US.
Chapter 1: On Vacation with Mom and Little sister.
"I can't believe you two have been gone for over two years without me seeing you. I missed you kids." Teresa said to her twin children Justin and Zoe as they came out of the terminal at the airport in Nashville, Tennessee. They had been off to Columbia University for the last two years studying hard to earn their degrees. Zoe was going for her Law Degree while Justin was going to be an Accountant.
"I missed you too mom, you have no idea how much." Zoe said as she hugged her mother.
"Hey mom, nice to see you as well." Justin said to her.
"I missed both of you. Are you ready to go on a family vacation? Zoe, I love your hair, it's all frizzled out." She asked them.
"Yep, I've changed some things and my hair is one of them. I've also missed Lizzy." Zoe said to her mother.
"She has missed the both of you too. I have to pick her up in forty-five minutes as her soccer practice will be over." They walked to the SUV from the main entrance of the Airport.
"So, what have you two been up to? Do you like New York City?" Teresa asked them as she started the car.
"Yeah, New York City is never asleep. You can always find a party and I've met so many people up there, but I've always had my big brother with me." Zoe said and looked at Justin as her mother began to leave the parking lot.
"So, how are your classes coming along?" She asked.
"They are going great. I have a 3.89 GPA while my big brother here has a 3.88 GPA." Zoe said teasing her brother as she has him beat by just one decimal point.
"Well, just as long as you're both making good grades and getting a good Ivy League education. Your father would have been proud of you both." Teresa said thinking about Michael. Their father was killed in a plane crash four years ago while flying to a corporate conference in South Korea for his company. She was devastated by his death as it left her with Elizabeth who just turned six, ten days prior to his death.
"How is Lizzy?" Justin asked.
"She's doing ok. Her soccer skills are really good and her grades are all A's. She has been looking forward to both of you coming along to Disney World." Teresa said to them as she drove them to the soccer practice field next to the school.
"Well, we've been looking forward to coming home and seeing you both." Justin said as their mother made a left turn and on to the interstate.
A few minutes later she pulled in the parking lot of the school soccer field and turned around to look at Justin and Zoe. "We're here!"
They each got out and went towards the field as they saw the team practicing and Lizzy was running down the field with the ball. She kicked the ball to a teammate who was further down the field. The other player kicked the ball into the net scoring a goal. The coach then blew the whistle and the team came over to huddle up. A few moments later and the team broke the huddle and Lizzy came running towards them.
"Mom! ZOE!! Justin!!" She said ecstatic to their presence.
"Hey Lizzy!" Zoe said as she came running and hugged her.
"Hey Zoe! Welcome home." Lizzy said. "Hi Justin!" She added as she broke the hug with Zoe and hugged Justin.
Justin rode in the front while Zoe and Lizzy talked about school, soccer and other things while their mother drove to the house. Zoe told Lizzy much about New York City.
Fifteen minutes later Zoe and Justin arrived at home seeing the two story home hadn't changed at all in the last two years. They went inside rolling their suitcases behind them. Justin went in first and waited for Zoe.
"I'll take your suitcase." Justin said as Zoe stopped inside the door.
"Thanks!" Zoe said brushing a patch of hair behind her ear as she looked at Justin.
Justin turned around and took her suitcase as well as his up the stairs and disappeared. Zoe looked to the kitchen and went towards it. She got to the fridge and opened it and saw a bottle of water. She grabbed it and closed the door to be scared by Lizzy who said, "BOO!"
"Jesus Lizzy!" Zoe said while Lizzy was laughing.
"Kids come in here please!" Zoe and Lizzy heard their mother say. They both walked into the living room just as Justin came down the stairs. Zoe sat on the left side of the couch with Lizzy while Justin sat in the chair opposite of their mother.
"Kids, we're going to leave at 5am in the morning. I'll drive all the way to Valdosta, Georgia and then let one of you drive." Teresa said to her children.
"I guess I could drive mom." Justin said.
"Well thank you Justin." Teresa replied. "I ordered pizza for dinner, Ham and pineapple and Pepperoni and Mushrooms for me."
Later that night, Zoe was in Lizzy's room talking about New York City.
"I kind of like the Big Apple! When we're not working on homework or studying, Justin and I usually go out to Central Park or Morningside Park and walk, talk and look at the various things around us. There are so many things for people to do there and you never know who you'll meet." Zoe said to Lizzy who was under the covers.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Lizzy asked.
Zoe though for a moment before answering, "Sort of, he and I have a delicate relationship."
"Does Justin like him?" Lizzy asked.
"Yeah, he does!" Zoe replied, "Anyway, you have your eyes on any boy at school?" She asked.
"No, I'm ten!" Lizzy replied.
"Yeah Yeah! I know Lizzy! But just remember this, 'Books before boys because boys bring babies!'" Zoe said to Lizzy.
"What's that mean?" Lizzy asked.
"It means to make sure that you focus on your schooling and graduate before you think about being with a boy. You wanna be able to provide for your children as they grow just like mom and dad have." Zoe said.
"Thanks Zoe! I love you and I have missed you the last two years." Lizzy replied.
"I know! I'm going to spend as much time with you as I can while we're down at Disney World. Now get some sleep so we can ride and talk tomorrow." Zoe said and kissed Lizzy on the forehead and turned out the lights as she left the room closing her door.
Zoe walked down the hall to her room and turned into it to see Justin sitting on the bed reading a book. She was surprised but closed the door. "Hey! What are you doing in here?" She asked.
"Waiting for you." He said and stood up and walked towards her. He stepped into her and hugged her gently taking in her smell. He pulled back and looked at Zoe in the eyes. He inched forwarded until his lips came into contact with hers. She kissed him back passionately yet quietly. They stayed connected for a mere minute before breaking apart.
"Justin, I love you!" Zoe said and pushed her head into his neck and shoulder. She held him silent for a mere moment before she released him and stood back. "You need to go get in bed as we're all getting up early in the morning."
"I love you Zoe! Good night!" Justin said to her as he turned and opened her bedroom door and slowly closed it behind him.
Zoe turned around and looked at her bed which lay pretty much the way she left it two years before now. She looked at the vertical mirror seeing herself in it. She looked at her auburn colored hair that was long enough to reach the tip of her shoulders. She moved her hands down and pulled at her shirt and slowly pulling it over her head leaving her clad in a dark red bra that kept her boobs pushed up. Zoe reached behind herself and unclasped the bra letting it fall away. She looked at her 36C breasts seeing the half inch saucers around her perky nipples. She moved her hands up and cupped them feeling how firm they were.
She moved her hands lower and felt the hardness of her blue jeans wrapped around her thin frame. She undid the button and pushed them down letting the zipper slowly unzip itself as she pushed. She pushed until they fell down, no longer supported by her hips and thighs. She stood there seeing herself in the light blue boy shorts that she was wearing. She spread her legs and kicked the jeans off one leg at a time. She looked at the mirror seeing her legs before she turned and looked at her bag. She then grabbed a shirt out and put it on before lying on the bed.
Zoe looked at her phone and swiped the password on the screen allowing it to bring it to the home screen. She pulled up the messenger app and looked at the last one received which was from Justin.
'I love you Zoe, good night and sweet dreams.' Justin sent to her all of ten minutes ago.
'I love you, tomorrow we can be together. Good night!' Zoe replied.
Zoe lay in the bed looking at her phone and seeing the picture of herself and Justin taken at a bar on Broadway near SoHo. She looked at the smiles on both their faces and then moved to the next picture showing both of them in a beautiful kiss with each other just a few weeks ago. She turned the phone off and laid it upon the nightstand next to her bed and pulled the covers up covering everything minus her head. Slowly, Zoe drifted off to sleep hoping for a good vacation.
Zoe awoke to the sun beaming in her eyes as the car traveled down the interstate. She guessed that they must be in Atlanta from the skyline showing several tall buildings.
"Where are we?" Zoe asked.
"Atlanta, you slept like a log." Lizzy replied as she was looking out the window to the tall buildings in front of them.
"Can we stop in a bit, I need to pee." Zoe said out loud.
"Just as soon as we get clear of Atlanta and then we can stop to eat." Teresa said to her children as she drove with traffic on both sides being a Wednesday morning.
"Okay, just not to long please." Zoe replied as she looked over to Justin who was still asleep.
An hour later Teresa pulled the Chevy Traverse into the parking lot of a gas station, next to a diner in the City of Forsyth, which was just off of I-75. Zoe shook Justin to wake him up.
"Where are we?" Justin asked sitting next to Zoe.
"We're in a city called Forsyth. Get up and get moving, go pee and then meet us inside the diner." Zoe said and opened the door to the left passenger side and stepped out. She walked with Lizzy to the door of the diner and disappeared inside.
Zoe used the bathroom and waited for Lizzy to finish. She brushed her hair with a small comb that she had in her purse. A minute later Lizzy came out of the stall and washed her hands. They then walked out of the bathroom and ran into their mom and Justin waiting to be seated.
"Bout time you two." Justin said to them.
"Right this way folks." The female hostess said to them. They followed her in and to a booth. Justin sat with his mom while Lizzy went in first with Zoe sitting on the outside.
They all sat looking at the menu's pondering what they were going to eat. Zoe decided instantly upon a waffle, two eggs over easy and two sausage patties with a cup of orange juice. She looked over at Lizzy seeing her still looking at the menu, "You need help deciding?" Zoe asked.
"No, I know what I want. Hash browns, bacon and eggs." Lizzy said closing the menu which earned a giggle from their mother.
"You are so headstrong Lizzy." Teresa said them and added, "I guess I'll have some eggs and bacon with raisin toast."
"I guess I'll have a waffle, eggs, bacon and sausage." Justin added.
"When are you going to start eating healthy? I've told you many of times about what that will do to your cholesterol..." Zoe said feeling somewhat annoyed and caught the attention of their mother.
"Are you two okay?" Teresa asked them.
"Yeah mom, we're good. Zoe has been after me to change my eating habits." Justin replied looking at Zoe just as the waitress came to take their orders. They ordered one by one until finally she had written everything down. Zoe watched as the waitress walked away swaying her hips as she went.
"So, the resort we're staying at is close the Epcot Center which has a lot of attractions and things for all of us to do." Teresa said to her children who all looked sleepy considering they were awoken at 4am. "Justin do you feel like driving when we leave?" She asked feeling tired herself.
"Yeah, I can mom." Justin replied as he saw a large convoy of Police cars pull into the diner parking lot. He looked closer and saw that all of them were Georgia State Troopers. He looked oddly at them and saw them starting to walk towards the diner. One by one, each trooper walked in with family members. All in all, about eighty people entered the diner which caught the attention of everyone as their waitress came back with drinks.
"Good thing you guys made it in before they did. Every year around this time, they have a class graduate from the Georgia Public Safety Training Center. Looks like about thirty of them made it this year." The waitress said as she put straws on the table. "Your orders should be done in just a few minutes." She added.
"Thank you." Zoe said and took a straw off the table. Zoe pulled out her phone and unlocked it by putting in her code. She pulled up her photo gallery and started showing Lizzy photos that she had taken of New York City. "Lizzy, this is the Empire State Building. This is the Chrysler Building, The New World Trade Center and here are pictures of Times Square." Zoe said continuing to show her photos. She kept scrolling through them and swiped showing a picture of Zoe and Justin kissing at Times Square on New Year's Eve. The photo showed them in a passionate embrace taken by a friend. Lizzy looked at Zoe and then to Justin but didn't say anything as the waitress came out with a tray carrying their food as Zoe put her phone back into her purse. Zoe looked at Lizzy who remained quiet while the waitress was putting food on the table.
They all ate their food while looking around the room hearing laughter from various tables coming from the Troopers who were with their families celebrating the graduation. Zoe looked up from her plate at Justin who was finishing his plate. She then looked at their mother who was also finished eating. They waited on Lizzy to finish eating.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" Asked the waitress as she came to collect their plates and leave the bill.
"Um, I think we're good." Teresa said to her and then she walked away. Teresa took the bill and looked at it. She then took out cash and laid the money with the bill and waited for her to come back by. She did and grabbed the bill and the money. "You can keep the change my dear, thank you for your excellent service."
They left the diner after using the restrooms with Justin getting in the driver seat and their mother in the front passenger seat. Zoe got in behind Justin with Lizzy to her right. They all settled into the car as Justin began to leave the diner; they looked at the line of patrol cars in the parking lot. Justin turned out of the diner and a minute later was driving on the I-75 heading south. Lizzy tapped Zoe on her shoulder.
"Can we talk?" Lizzy asked.
Zoe pulled out her phone and started texting. A few seconds later Lizzy received a text.
Text. 'I know you're wondering what that picture means, right?'
Lizzy started to text. 'Yes, that kiss! What is going on?'
'It's complicated. I will tell you but you can't say anything to mom.'
'Ok!' Lizzy replied and looked at Zoe.
'Justin and I are more than brother and sister. We love each other very much. In fact, we wanna stay together after we finish college at Columbia.' Zoe replied and looked at Lizzy with a tear running out of her left eye.
'I promise not to say anything. I love you both very much Zoe.' Lizzy replied and moved her hand to Zoe's hand still holding the phone.
"Thanks!" Zoe said which made their mother turn around and look at them.
"Are you okay Zoe?" Teresa asked.
Zoe wiped away the tear and looked at her mother. "Yeah, I'm good." She then looked to the mirror and saw that Justin was also looking at them. Zoe then looked out the window watching as the concrete passed beneath them.
Justin pulled the car into the resort parking lot, which was just a mere mile from the Epcot Center which was a main hub of Disney World. He parked the car and they all stepped out stretching as it had been three hours since they stopped at a rest stop near the Florida-Georgia line.
"Okay kids, I'm going to go check us in." Teresa said and walked to the entrance.
Justin turned to Zoe looking at her. He walked up to her and brushed her hair in front of Lizzy. "Hey, we're here!"
"Lizzy, welcome to Disney World! I hope we all have a good time together." Zoe said looking at her with Justin beside her. From where they were standing, they could see a large sphere and several buildings. Justin pulled out his phone and started snapping shots of Zoe and Lizzy standing there and then turned it and took a selfie.
A few minutes later their mother came out shaking her head. She walked over to them and saw them leaning against the car waiting. "Well, good news we can go ahead and go to our room. Bad news is that they over booked the resort and only have one room available." Teresa said watching as Zoe instantly closed her eyes and started counting away trying to keep herself from getting upset. "I was able to upgrade our one room to a double queen for free and they will refund me the price of the second room plus twenty percent of our week's pass and the room has a kitchen." She added trying to put a little positive spin on the situation.
"Well darn, I guess we will all spend a lot of quality time with one another." Zoe said looking at Lizzy and Justin next to her.
They all jumped into the car and went over to the building where their room was. The resort they were at had it broken down into different areas and named them after Caribbean Islands. The one they were staying in was called Aruba. After their mother parked the car, Justin unloaded the SUV one luggage bag at a time. They all walked up to the building and went to the room which was facing the artificial beach.
Teresa opened the door and saw the room which was very large having a couch near the front with a TV mounted to the wall, a small kitchen with a table, then the bathroom followed by the two queen beds which were about eight feet apart.
"Wow, this place is large." Zoe said following her mother in to the room with Lizzy and Justin behind her.
"It sure is." Lizzy added.
Zoe rolled her suitcase to one of the beds with Justin right behind her. "Dibs on the left!" Zoe said and jumped into the bed and smiled at Justin as he went to the right side.
"Ok, you can have the left." Justin said as he gently sat on the bed as Lizzy and their mother went to the other bed which was closer to the bathroom.
Zoe got up and went towards the kitchen area. She looked out the small window that was above the sink which looked out onto a patio area. "Mom, thank you for the trip. It's beautiful here and warm." Zoe said.
"You're welcome kids." Teresa said, "I only wish your father could have been here with us." She added which made Zoe turn around.
"Me too mom." Zoe replied and looked at Justin and Lizzy.
Zoe lay on a lounge chair near the artificial beach that was a part of their resort with her mother right beside her while Lizzy was swimming a little ways out in the water. Zoe had her blue bikini on which earned a few looks from men who were lounging with their families. Her top was thin revealing a lot of her upper body covering just the rounds of her breast while her bottom covered her butt and had a thin strap that connected the front and back to maximize her tan.
"You know your father would be proud of you and Justin for going to Columbia." Teresa said turning her head and looking at Zoe with big sunglasses on.
"I know mom, we both miss him very much." Zoe replied without looking at her mother.
"I've missed having you and Justin around. It has been much quieter around the home with you both gone, in fact I've been thinking about getting a dog." Teresa said nonchalantly.
"A dog would be a good way to keep you busy." Zoe replied, "But what you really need is a good man to really keep you busy!" She added.
"Shut up!" Teresa replied, giggling like a school girl. "Besides, what would you know about a good man?" She asked.
"More than you know mom! More than you know!" Zoe said keeping her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. Teresa looked at her but didn't comment wondering who she had hooked up with as she had never mentioned him in text messages or when they talked on the phone.
Later that evening after eating dinner at a nice buffet not too far from the resort, Zoe was standing in the bathroom looking at herself as she brushed her hair. There was a knock at the door.
"Can I come in?" Justin asked through the door.
"Yeah!" She hollered back. Justin came in to the bathroom and closed the door behind him looking at Zoe.
"Hey!" Justin said coming up behind her. "It's been so hard not touching you all day." He said and with his left hand brushed her hair to the side and moved his head to her neck. He began to kiss on her neck very softly as to not leave a mark that could be seen by someone. "I love you Zoe." He added, "I need to brush my teeth so we can go to bed." He moved his hand around her stomach and pulled her into him for a brief moment before letting her go. He then reached for his toothbrush and tooth paste.
"I love you Justin, I'll see you in the bed." Zoe said before opening the door and closing it back after she left.
As she walked over to the bed, she looked at her mother who was reading a book and Lizzy was already fast asleep. She got to the bed gently lay upon it before falling back and pulling the covers up over her. A few minutes later Justin came out of the bathroom and got in the bed next to Zoe. Their mother closed her book, "Good night kids." She said before turning out the light which was between the two beds. Slowly, Zoe fell asleep holding Justin's left hand underneath the covers.
Teresa awakened the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside the room. She slowly got up going into the bathroom. When she came out she noticed that Zoe was lying on her side with Justin directly behind her with his arm appearing to be wrapped around her beneath the sheets. She smiled as she remembers seeing the exact same thing when they were in Cozumel, Mexico back when they were ten years old. They were both asleep with Justin's head lying in Zoe's hair. It amazed her how friendly they were with one another instead having a sibling rivalry that she had always heard about. She walked into the kitchen area and started the coffee maker.
Thirty minutes later, "Zoe, Justin, Lizzy get up." Teresa said opening the blinds in the front of the room. Lizzy slowly awoken yawning but Zoe and Justin didn't even move.
"Morning mom!" Lizzy said.
"Morning pumpkin." Teresa said as she walked over to their bed and pulled the covers off. She saw Justin's hand up underneath Zoe's shirt and most likely buried between her breasts. "You two wake up!" She added. Justin opened his eyes and realized his hand was in her shirt and slowly pulled it out just as Zoe opened her eyes.
"Sorry!" Justin said softly.
"No problem, good morning." Zoe said turning over and looking at Justin.
"And good morning to both of you." Teresa said which made Zoe look at her. "Coffee is available. We have several events this morning and we need all need to be ready by 9am." She said and turned to go into the bathroom to take her shower. Lizzy went to the fridge and got a plastic bottle of Orange Juice as Zoe and Justin slowly got out of the bed stretching as they moved.
"Hey, sorry about the hand this morning." Justin said apologetically to Zoe.
Zoe looked at Justin and went around to his side of the bed and hugged him tightly, "You never have to be sorry with me ever again, I've told you that." She stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.
"Are we going to Magic Kingdom?" Lizzy asked.
"Yep! We sure are, after we eat." Zoe replied feeling a bit hungry.
They each waited for their turn to take a shower with Zoe going last allowing herself a few cups of coffee first. At 9am, they were on their way to the mono-rail to head to Magic Kingdom.
"You seriously had to run me into the wall to pass me?" Justin asked mildly upset as they were had just finished on the Speedway. Justin was riding with their mother while Zoe and Lizzy were in another car with six other racers. They were both running second and third behind another racer when Zoe cut underneath Justin which forced them out of the lane and made him bump into the wall allowing Zoe to take second.
"There's no love in racing Justin!" Zoe said smiling with Lizzy next to her grinning as they had at least bested her mother and older brother.
"Next round I'm driving!" Their mother said, "and Lizzy too." She added while they got back in line to go again.
Justin came up behind Zoe and whispered in her ear, "Are you sure there is no love in racing?" He asked which made her turn around.
"Not in racing, but there always is when you're in a bed!" She whispered back with their mother in front of them. She turned around looking towards the line which was perhaps three races long.
"I'll hold you to that!" Justin said openly not being quiet.
"Hold who to what?" Their mother turned and asked.
"Oh, I just said that we will have another race before we leave this week. One on One." Zoe said while smiling.
Twenty minutes later, Lizzy with Zoe riding shotgun was in the lead with their mother trailing in third with Justin in the side seat. She rounded the last corner and won the race.
"Good job Lizzy!" Zoe said hugging her as they got out of the car. Justin and their mother walked over.
"Well, I guess I got beat. Great race Elizabeth." Teresa said and held her hand out. Lizzy shook her mom's hand.
"Thanks!" Lizzy replied. "Let's go get some Ice Cream."
A few minutes before 7pm Zoe stood looking at herself in the mirror in a black dress that contoured her body down to just above her knees. It was a dress that she had bought a few weeks ago knowing they were coming down to Disney World for vacation. She brushed her hair one last time catching a stray hair. She put the brush down and opened the door to see Justin waiting with Lizzy on the bed while their mother was towards the front of the room by the door.
"Wow! Zoe, you're beautiful in that dress." Justin said and stood up wearing a nice dress shirt and khaki pants. Lizzy stood next to him in a flowery dress.
"Thank you!" Zoe said smiling.
"Finally, you took forever!" Lizzy said.
"That I will agree with!" Teresa added walking over to the table to get her purse. "Alright, let's go eat!" She added.
After a ten minute drive and a five minute wait, they were seated in a nice restaurant in one of the resort's that was closer to Magic Kingdom. They got to the table with Lizzy sitting with their mom and Zoe sitting next to Justin.
"So, we eat and then we go watch the fireworks show." Teresa said while they waited for the waitress.
A few minutes later, their waitress came and took their drink orders. She left them to sit there and wait. Zoe pulled out her phone and took a selfie with Justin beside her. She looked at their mother as she just smiled.
"I was thinking that Lizzy and I could come up to visit in August before Lizzy goes back to school." Teresa said looking at Justin and Zoe.
Zoe looked at Justin for a moment, "Yeah, I think we would like that mom. We could show you the Big Apple." Zoe said smiling.
"Lizzy, have you decided what you want?" Justin asked her as she was sitting across from him.
"I want Lasagna!" Lizzy said back to him.
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing." Zoe added.
"Zoe, it scares me some days but Lizzy is just like you." Teresa said just as the waitress came back with their drinks.
"Are you ready to order?" The waitress, Ashley, asked as she sat the drinks down.
"Yes!" Teresa replied. They ordered their food and sat waiting for it to be cooked.
Two hours later, they were sitting on a bench looking at the Cinderella Castle as the fireworks show was just getting underway. The show was longer than normal due to a festival. Justin was sitting next to Zoe with Lizzy and their mother on the other side of her. He looked at Zoe next to him and reached for her hand taking it in his. She looked at him with her eyes glimmering from the shower of fireworks in the sky. He smiled at her before turning and watching the show before them. Zoe smiled as the fireworks continued and reached over for Lizzy's hand and grabbed it. Lizzy looked at her and smiled taking her hand. Lizzy did the same with their mother as the fireworks continued to burst in the sky.
Thirty minutes later, the show was over. They were walking out of the park and towards the car when Zoe had an idea. "Hey mom, um I was thinking that I would walk back to the resort."
"It is nearly four miles!" Teresa replied.
"I was thinking I would take the monorail back to Epcot center!" She said looking to her left which was the Monorail station for Magic Kingdom.
"Yeah, I'll go with her!" Justin added into the conversation as he looked at Zoe.
"Ok, just be careful." Teresa added worried about them.
"Mom, we live in New York City!" Zoe replied.
"Ok come on Lizzy; let's go get some ice cream." Teresa said and walked off to the right with Lizzy beside her.
Zoe turned and looked at Justin who was looking towards their mother and Lizzy. "Are they gone?" She asked.
"I just lost sight of them." Justin said and with that, Zoe wrapped her arms around Justin holding him tightly.
"I've missed being able to hold you like this." Zoe said and kissed his neck softly.
"Let's get moving." Justin replied and they walked hand in hand towards the Monorail with a bunch of people in front of them.
They waited for the next shuttle which took them to the Ticket & Transportation Center which was a hub that had a track that went to the Epcot Center which was near their resort. They looked back at the Cinderella Castle from across the Seven Seas Lagoon while they wait for a Shuttle to Epcot Center.
"At least it's warmer here than it is in New York City." Justin said softly.
"That and I don't have to wear socks when I sleep." Zoe added.
"Yea, I love feeling your feet on mine when we sleep." He replied.
"Justin, I love you so much! You are my other half." Zoe replied just as the shuttle pulled into the center and came to a stop. They waited for the shuttle doors to open and then boarded the shuttle.
Ten minutes later they arrived at the Epcot terminal and departed the shuttle. Zoe went into the bathroom while Justin did the same. Justin waited for Zoe for a few minutes before she came out. Justin was standing next to a photo booth waiting for Zoe.
"Shall we!" Justin said looking at the booth.
"Yeah!" She said and they went towards the booth.
They stayed in there for fifteen minutes letting it take photos of them smiling and goofing off. In a few photos, they kissed with Justin pretending to be disgusted when Zoe kissed his cheek. They left the booth and began their trek around the World Showcase going past the village of Mexico, then Norway, China, and Germany before stopping at Italy to get some ice cream at a cart. They sat on a Bench looking at the Epcot center and the surrounding buildings across the Lagoon.
"Justin," Zoe waited for him to look at her, "Lizzy knows about us."
"What?" Justin asked.
"I was showing her our photos of New York and our New Year's Eve photo came up." Zoe replied. "I explained our relationship to her and she promised not to say anything to mom."
"We'll do it together and will tell her when she comes up to visit in the summer." Justin replied.
"You think we should wait to tell her?" She asked.
"I don't want to lie to her but I don't want her to hate us either." Justin replied after taking a lick from his ice cream cone.
"No matter what, I will always love you." Zoe replied. "Come on, let's walk to the resort." She replied and kissed him on the lips for a mere moment before getting up.
They walked hand in hand down the road that was just off the World Showcase which led to a bridge that connected the Fire Station to the Epcot area. They walked past it and towards their Aruba resort which lay on the other side of the road. As they made it to the tree line, Zoe stopped which made Justin turn around.
"Why are we stopping?" He asked.
"So I can do this." Zoe replied and pulled his head down to meet her lips. She kissed him fiercely pushing her tongue into his mouth. He let go of her hand and slowly moved his hands around her waist feeling her smoothed skin covered by her dress. Zoe moved her hands around his neck feeling the back of his head as they continued to kiss. Suddenly, a pair of headlights shone upon them for a mere moment causing Justin to break the kiss.
"We best not to get caught!" Justin said regretfully to her.
"You're right! We wouldn't wanna get caught." Zoe said reluctantly to Justin.
They continued to walk for a few more minutes until they reached their room. Justin slid his key card in and opened the door. Their mother was lying in the bed reading a book while Lizzy lay asleep next to her. Zoe looked at the clock hanging on the wall which read 12:38am.
"About time you two!" Teresa said to her children as they came walking towards the beds.
"Sorry, we stopped for some fun activities on the way." Zoe replied softly trying not to wake up Lizzy. "I'm going to go change." She added and walked into the bathroom with a shirt and pants that she grabbed from her bag quickly.
A few minutes later she came out and gave Justin a hug, "Good night Justin." She hugged him for a long minute before releasing him. When she released him, he went into the bathroom. Teresa looked at Zoe as she pulled the covers back and proceeded to get in the bed.
"You going to tell me what that was about?" She asked wondering why the long hug.
"Huh? Oh! That was a thank you hug for being the best brother in the world." Zoe responded.
"Really! How is that?" Teresa asked.
"He's always been there for me. Justin will always have a place in my heart." Zoe said as she pulled the covers up over herself.
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orts without a shirt. Zoe looked at him as he walked over to the bed and got in the bed. Teresa closed her book and looked over at Justin who was just getting comfortable.
"Good night Justin." Teresa said as she turned off the light.
"Good night mom." Justin replied.
The next day, they continued on their family adventure in Disney World going to various shows and activities. Lizzy and Zoe were riding a giant roller coaster while Justin and their mother watched from the crowd.
"Justin, what happened to Zoe in New York that she won't tell me?" Teresa asked.
"What do you mean?" Justin replied.
"She seems so much different than before you guys left. She seems more stubborn and won't really talk to me much. Like the other day, she said that she knew a good man." Teresa replied.
"College has changed both of us mom, we have bonded together through it all. There's no one I trust more than Zoe. I can't tell you what is on her mind mom, not if I want to sleep with both eyes closed." Justin said with a grin on his face.
"Ok, I'll pretend we didn't have this conversation." Teresa said as Zoe and Lizzy were getting off the ride and coming towards them.
"Did you enjoy the ride?" Justin asked Lizzy as they came closer.
"Yeah, Zoe screamed louder than me." Lizzy said giggling with a laugh.
"Hey, you said you wouldn't tell them that." Zoe said.
"I lied, that was too funny to pass up." Lizzy replied still laughing.
"I will admit, you scream like you're still a girl in middle school." Justin added as he was standing next to Zoe. She looked at him for a brief moment before punching him in the arm. "OW!"
"You might have deserved that one Justin." Teresa said as she looked at her phone.
"I'll get her back." Justin replied.
That night, they all went to bed around midnight to the sound of heavy rain falling outside their room. A typical rain shower had graced itself upon the resort with a little thunder and lightning embedded in the storm.
Teresa awoken around two in the morning to thunder in the vicinity of the resort. She opened her eyes for a few seconds before lightning lit up the room for a brief second, which illuminated the bed next to her in which she saw Zoe atop Justin. Teresa blinked for a second before readjusting her eyes to the very dim room. She had a condition which allowed her to see practically in the dark.
She began to watch as Zoe was above Justin in the bed. She saw Justin's arms were up near Zoe's chest as he was holding her. She could barely hear a light pant from Zoe as she continued to move slightly up and then down upon Justin. She watched silently as they continued to have sex in the bed just a few feet away. Zoe grabbed his wrist with her hands as she slowly moved his hands around her body. A bolt of lightning illuminated the room again allowing Teresa to see Zoe's boobs. They were bigger then her own when she was their age. Zoe moved her hand to her pelvis and in the dim room, she was unsure of what Zoe was doing but she suddenly heard a low moan from Justin. She surmised that Zoe was doing something to invoke great pleasure for Justin.
Teresa's mind began to roam wondering why they were doing this. Why am I letting them continue? What made them do this? The questions ran thru her mind as another bolt of lightning lit up the window over the sink. She saw Zoe's face that looked as if she was in pure ecstasy. Teresa couldn't help but watch even as a tear began to run down her cheek. She heard a slight moan come from the bed which was manly in nature. Suddenly, Justin pulled Zoe down to him wrapping his arms around her. She heard a slight squeak for a few mere moments before it stopped. She watched as Justin and Zoe were heavily panting as there motions came to a standstill.
Then she heard it, "I love you Justin!" in a normal voice from Zoe. There was no response but the shuffling of the covers in which Justin pulled them over the two of them shielding their bodies from her eyes. She then smelt the scent, the scent of sex that she herself had not experienced in four years. The tears continued to stream down the side of her face and into the pillow beneath her head.
Teresa lay in the bed still looking over at them as she couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. She closed her eyes holding them shut even as she found it difficult to try and return to sleep. She turned onto her right side facing away from their bed as to not look. After she turned, she opened her eyes to see Lizzy lying before her peacefully asleep unaware of what just transpired in the other bed. That fact was the only comforting thought she had since waking up to witness a truly dark secret her two eldest children were hiding from her. She finally drifted off to sleep a little while later after clearing her mind.
The next morning around 6:45am, Teresa awoke to the dim light of the dawn to come. She looked to her left to see Justin's chest with Zoe's arm covering it with her head nuzzled into his chest just beneath his head. She got up out of bed and walk to the bathroom to use it. As she sat using the toilet, she began to cry silently. She didn't know what to do, what to say, or how to even respond to this crisis. She had dealt with the death of her husband, the death of her mother and father but she had never ever considered how to deal with this. She had considered having arguments one day with Zoe and perhaps Justin on who they were going to marry or sleep with but it never occurred to her that they would be sleeping with each other.
She got up after using the toilet and wiping the tears from her face to leave the bathroom. She walked out and saw that Justin and Zoe had not even moved an inch. She walked to the kitchen and pressed the button for the coffee to begin brewing. She then went to the front door and walked out and towards the patio. She then sat down looking at the clear sky above her. There she pondered what to do about Zoe and Justin. Committing incest was a topic she couldn't really go out and get advice on from anyone really. She sat about fifteen minutes before going back inside to pour herself a cup of hot coffee.
Lizzy began to stir slowly but quickly getting out of the bed and dashing off to the bathroom. As Teresa took a sip of her cup, she looked at them still motionless. She walked outside with her phone and coffee and her hands. She sat in the chair deciding to whether or not to text her friend who was also a cop. "Screw it..." She said out loud to herself.
'You fighting crime or babysitting a grocery store?' She sent off. She waited for a few minutes before she got a reply.
'Just got off the part time job. What's up?' Mia responded. Mia Jenkins was a Sergeant in the Nashville Police Department with twenty-two years on the job. She was married and has one son Jett who is twelve. Lizzy and Jett go to middle school together.
'You ever handled a really tough case?' Teresa asked.
'You're kidding right? Too damn many!' Mia replied.
'Any incest cases?' Teresa asked leaving a bitter taste in her mouth as she sent the text and the coffee she was drinking was not the taste.
'Just two in my time, they were an eye opener... Can I call you?' She replied and asked.
'Yeah!' Teresa replied and waited a minute before her phone rang.
"What's going on?" Mia asked as soon as the connection was made.
"It's Zoe and Justin! I shouldn't even tell you." Teresa said nearly choking on her cries.
"You can tell me, you know I've always thought of Zoe and Justin along with Lizzy like nieces and a nephew."
She explained what she saw last night, every detail including Zoe's words to Justin after they finished.
"I don't know what to do Mia." Teresa added once she was done telling her story from early in the night.
"Talk to them, or at least with Zoe. Did you feel like they were hiding something from you the last few days?" Mia asked.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Teresa replied.
"A cop's intuition." Mia replied. "Look, talk to her alone. Keep an open mind to what she has to say and don't jump to conclusions." Mia replied hoping to help Teresa decide how to handle this.
"I'll try; anyway Lizzy just came out onto the porch. I guess I'll talk to you later and let you know what happened. Thanks, Mia." Teresa replied.
"I love you friend." Mia responded before hanging up.
"Was that Mia?" Lizzy asked coming out with a cup of orange juice in her hand.
"Yeah, we were talking for a few minutes." She paused before asking another question. "Are Justin and Zoe awake yet?"
"No, they're still sleeping." Lizzy said before taking a slip of her orange juice.
"Ok." Teresa replied as looked up towards the sun that was just above the horizon now. She looked hoping it would shed a ray of light on her situation.
Later in the day, Justin was swimming in the pool with Lizzy while Zoe and Teresa were laying on the lounge chairs. Teresa lay there thinking how to approach the subject of what she saw with Zoe. How do you ask your daughter why she is sleeping with her brother, your own kin? Why would you want to have sex with someone that is related to you? She didn't even know how to answer those questions. She looked over at Zoe as she was laying face down allowing her back to get tanned.
She thought long and hard about it, should she ask Zoe and Justin together or confront Zoe alone. "Zoe, later on I want us to go hang out. A girls night out, you up for that?" She asked as Zoe's face was turned the other way.
"Yeah, sure. Go get some drinks." Zoe replied without looking at her mother.
Later on that evening, Zoe and Teresa went to the pool bar that was a part of the resort that they were in. Teresa was drinking a Malibu Rum with Pineapple that soothed her soul. Zoe was drinking a Crown and Ginger-Ale which she seemed to like. Both ladies were on their third drinks when the Teresa decided to ask Zoe what in the world is going on.
"Zoe, I have a few questions and I want you to be completely honest with me." Teresa said looking at Zoe intently.
"Okay?" Zoe replied wondering what was up. "You got photos of a puppy you want to adopt?" Zoe added trying to ease the tension that she was feeling around them.
"No, no photos of a puppy." Teresa replied and sighed for a moment. "Last night, I was awoken by the thunder and lightning and with my eye condition I saw something that shocked me." She paused.
During that pause Zoe's heart and pulse rate went up. 'Oh God, had she seen us?'
Teresa continued, "I saw you atop Justin in the bed. You were naked for the most part that I could see. I'm just going to ask this, how long have you and Justin been having sex?" Teresa said getting emotional when she asked the question when she saw Zoe begin to look distraught.
Zoe threw her hands up to cover her face. Her mother just asked her a question she hoped not to be faced with unless it was on her own terms. Tears began to flow from her eyes as she looked down at the table for which held her drink.
"Please tell me the truth Zoe. That's all I want right now." Teresa said as she reached over and grasped Zoe's left wrist. She pulled it down gently making Zoe show her face.
Zoe nodded her head as tears still streamed down her face. "Yes, yes we are." She finally responded verbally to her mother.
"Why? Why Justin?" Teresa asked.
"Because of what happened in New York. I love him mom, he's always been there for me even after what happened to me." Zoe replied still crying. "Do you hate me, us for what we've been doing?" Zoe asked afraid of the answer to come.
"I don't hate you or Justin, I'm still in shock but I would like to know how it all started. What happened to you and Justin in New York City?" Teresa said and asked Zoe.
"You're sure you want to know?" Zoe asked knowing the story was going to be hard for her to tell, perhaps even harder for her mother to hear.
"Yes, I want to know; I need to know." Teresa responded.
Zoe looked at her mother and then looked out onto the pond just away from bar. She began to speak as she looked out into the water which shone from the moon light coming from above them. "Okay, it all started..."
Part 2: Love Through Pain & Hurt!
Justin and Zoe embarked on another day at Columbia University heading off to their classes. Justin left a few minutes early to consult with his professor in Macro-economics to go over his latest paper which he had turned in a few weeks ago. He was wondering why he received an eighty-eight on it.
Zoe was on her way to the study hall to meet up with Lindsey who was also taking Criminal Law 1 and Civil Law 2 along with Torts and Citizenship. She was happy to find a friend after being there for eight months. She and Lindsey were new best friends since both were new to the area and also came to Columbia during the Spring Semester.
"Hey Linds, have a good night's sleep?" Zoe asked as she sat down across from Lindsey.
"It was okay, I wish I had gotten off better than I did." Lindsey replied grinning.
"I don't need to know about you jilling yourself." Zoe replied.
Zoe was not a virgin herself giving herself away to Matt Jones after their senior prom but had yet to do anything since then with anyone. She had found it difficult to pleasure herself with her brother being on the other side of a very thin wall. She shied away from her brother over the last year which gave him space to grow as well as herself.
"I don't know why you don't let me ask your brother out on a date?" Linds asked Zoe as she opened her book to the latest chapter of Criminal Law 1.
"Because I don't want things to be awkward. You being my friend and him being my brother can really fuck things up for all of us." Zoe said to Lindsey.
"Still, he's very handsome. That pitch black hair of his and his six foot two size attracts me to him every time I see him." Linds said to Zoe making Zoe blush.
"But he's my brother!" Zoe replied.
"I guess I'll have to settle for looking at him when I see him then." Linds replied reluctantly.
"Yes, you will!" Zoe replied, "Now, let's get to studying."
Justin let his last class of the day with a headache and as he walked from the Business School building to the apartment that he and Zoe shared over on West 120th Street close to Columbia's campus. He walked feeling a nice spring breeze with an overcast sky that he could see through the above the buildings as he walked. A friend of his, Mike came up behind him and joined him as he walked.
"Yo Justin, heading home?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, got a headache from all those formulas he went over." Justin replied.
"Anyway, I was letting you know about this party that's happening tomorrow night over on West 116th Street near a frat house." Mike replied. "I was wondering if you wanted to come? Plenty of girls are going to be there."
"Yeah, I guess I'll come since there will be girls." Justin replied.
"Cool, it's over at 278 W 116th. Be there at 9pm." Mike replied, "Anyway, I'll see you then."
"Cya later Mike." Justin replied as Mike peeled off from his walking path and went towards the subway tunnel entrance. Justin continued along his path towards the apartment.
Later that evening, Zoe came strolling in. "Hey Justin! What are you up to?" Zoe asked seeing Justin laying on the couch in the living room.
"Just laying here! Have a bit of a headache from class." Justin replied moving his arm above his head.
"Did you take something?" Zoe asked.
"No." Justin replied. A second later, Zoe walked into the kitchen and Justin could here water running. Zoe came back out holding a glass of water and a Motrin in her hands.
"Here! Take this and drink some water." Zoe said to him. He looked at her and then did as she suggested taking the Motrin and then drinking some of the water.
"Thanks!" Justin said to her.
"Hey, you want to walk over to Domino's with me and get a pizza?" Zoe asked.
"Um, yeah. Just give me a minute to change." Justin replied getting up and walking to his room.
They walked over to Domino's which was over on West 125th street. They sat there and ate a pizza together sharing their favorite which was ham, sausage and olives with Parmesan cheese sprinkled over it.
"Do you think Lindsey is attractive?" Zoe asked as Justin was taking a bite of his third slice.
Justin chewed for a moment more before swallowing and replying, "Well, she is cute and all but she isn't really my type. Why, you trying to set me up with her?"
"No, she actually thinks you're cute as hell! She asked me if I would set you up with her. I told her no and that I didn't really want her to date you." Zoe replied to him.
"Why not, she's your friend." Justin replied.
"That's the point, she's my friend. If she starts dating you it will turn into she's your girlfriend. I don't her to become a problem between us and vice-versa." Zoe said as she looked at her plate.
"Well out of your wishes, I will respect that one and say no if she asks me. Deal?"
"Deal!"
"Oh by the way, I'm going to a party tomorrow with Mike and some of the guys." Justin added.
"Oh, okay." Zoe replied casually.
After they finished eating, they walked down to the West Harlem Piers and looked out at New Jersey which was on the other side of the Hudson River. Zoe looked at the lights which came from buildings across the way. In the background was a half moon which shone down upon them as they stood at the railing to the Hudson.
"It's nice out here. Just think, in a few weeks it will be nothing but snow and ice!" Zoe said out loud.
"Well Nashville has nothing on NYC, except Country Music." Justin replied which earned him a look from Zoe as he grinned. Zoe just smiled at that comment.
"Yeah! Hockey, Football, Baseball, clubs, parties, plenty of shopping and lots of places to visit. New York City definitely has Nashville beat hands down." Zoe replied.
"That it does Zoe. Come on; let's go back to the apartment and study." Justin replied.
They got back to the apartment around 9:30pm with Zoe very sleepy from eating and then walking. They walked from the piers back to their apartment which was almost a mile. Zoe went to her room and changed into shorts and a black t-shirt. When she came out, Justin was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
"Are you cold?" Zoe asked.
"Yeah, you know I tend to get cold easily." Justin replied.
She walked over to him and sat next to him as he was sitting on the couch that also was a pull out bed. She scooted up next to him pulling her legs to chest. She rested her head on Justin's shoulder.
"Here, let me warm you up!" Zoe said to him.
"Thanks sis."
"Anytime big brother." Zoe grinned.
"You know technically, I'm only three minutes older instead of five because I wasn't breathing for two of those minutes while you were being pushed out."
"I'm just glad you were breathing when I came out, otherwise I probably would have become the first baby in the world to give mouth to mouth to my twin." She giggled.
"EWWW!! Yeah, I'm glad I started breathing too, because that would have really been a case of the cooties." Justin said.
"Well, since you see it that way." Zoe said before turning towards him and giving him a big fat wet kiss on the cheek close to his mouth before he could react.
"AHH!!" Justin said as she did it. When Zoe stopped, Justin looked at her smiling and giggling. He rolled his eyes for a moment. "You're a bad influence on me." Justin said.
"Yeah, I've been told worse." Zoe replied sheepishly. "Anyway, I'll lay here against you while you read your economics book."
"Thanks." Justin replied and began reading.
Forty-five minutes later, Justin yawned as he closed the book. He was tired of the reading and he looked to his right at Zoe who was still pressed against him. He tried to poke her to wake her but instead found that she wouldn't wake. He decided to just stand up and once he did, he stretched for a mere moment before he picked up Zoe from the couch and carefully walked to her bedroom. He sat her down in the void where the covers would normally be and then pulled them up over her body to just below her shoulders.
"Good night Zoe." Justin said before turning and walking out of the room. He closed her door and went to his room.
Zoe awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and also a tad bit cold. A front had moved in overnight allowing the apartment to get cold since they had the heat set low. She got up rubbing her arms against herself trying to warm up as she walked out into the kitchen area and started the coffee maker.
She went to the bathroom and then came back out pouring herself a cup of the fresh brewed coffee. Just as she finished adding her creamer and sugar, Justin opened the door to his bedroom and came out wearing a heavy shirt and pajama pants going straight for the bathroom. She went to her phone which was by the couch and looked at the screen which had a text from Lindsey.
'Wanna hang out today?' She asked.
'Sure, meet at Starbucks on Broadway & 120th around 1?' She replied just as Justin came walking in.
"Morning sleeping beauty!" Zoe said to him.
"I thought you had to be a girl to be a beauty." Justin replied as he walked to the coffee pot.
"No, beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Zoe replied back sharply just as her phone beeped letting her know Lindsey had responded. "Anyway, Linds and I are going to meet up later at one p.m. to go shopping."
"Okay, have fun. I'm going to go to my room and study." Justin replied as he filled his cup with coffee. He then walked back to his room leaving Zoe out on the couch.
Later in the day, Zoe met up with Lindsey and went down to the Manhattan Mall at the corner of Broadway and 33rd street. They first went into JC Penny, shopping around for new clothes for winter.
"How does this look?" Zoe asked as she looked at a sweater that was red in color that had a V neck that would most likely allow a cleavage show if she were to wear it. "Too Slutty?" She added.
"Nothing is too slutty for New York Zoe!" Lindsey replied.
"I want a nice guy and someone who won't use me for their pleasure and then dump me." Zoe said as she put that sweater back on the rack.
"You want mister perfect?" Lindsey asked.
"Well, yeah actually I do." Zoe replied as she thumbed thru the next rack. She pulled one out to let Lindsey look at it. It was green with a purple stripe running diagonally through it.
"Well, it looks alright." Lindsey said to her. "You just need to wear some sexy lingerie with it." Just then, Lindsey phone chimed alerting her to a text. "Hey, you wanna go to a party tonight? We've been invited."
"Sure, I would love to go to a party. But I'm there just there to have fun." Zoe replied as she turned to look at another rack.
Justin arrived at nine fifteen p.m. at the doors to the party, when he walked in he was amazed by how big the room was and heard the music playing away. The bottom floor was a nice big area with a kitchen and several couches with two to three TV's hanging on a wall. The other wall had the frat houses name on it, Kappa Si Omega. There was a stairwell that led to about six bedrooms on the second level. He saw Mike over in the corner talking to a couple of guys and went towards him. Mike saw him and turned stretching out his arm to greet Justin.
"Glad you made it Justin. Let me introduced you to these guys. This is David and Jim, they run the frat house." Justin heard Mike say over the loud music.
"Nice to meet you guys!" Justin said as he shook hands with David and then Jim. Justin went to the bar and got a bottle of water. He went back and talked to David and Jim about where he was from and what he was studying. He liked them enough to even consider joining the fraternity. Just was listening to the guys talk when he noticed that two girls came in dressed very beautifully. It then hit him that it was Zoe and Lindsey dressed to impress as Zoe was wearing a blue dress while Lindsey was wearing a green dress.
"Excuse me guys." Justin said to them and walked over to the door where Zoe and Lindsey were at. As he approached, Zoe saw him and half-smiled at him. "What are you two doing here?"
"I got the invite from a friend and Zoe decided to come with." Lindsey said to Justin.
"Hey!" Zoe said, "Please don't embarrass me." She added as she looked Justin in the eyes.
"Alright, let's all have a good time." Justin said and walked back to the guys as Zoe and Lindsey went to go talk with a group of girls and one or two guys who were mixed in.
Forty-five minutes later, Zoe was talking with David. "So, would you like a tour of the place?" He asked Zoe.
"Sure." Zoe replied and began walking with him as he gave her a tour of the main area, showing her all of the fancy electronics and the kitchen which was fully stocked. They then went up the stairs and he took her down the hall showing her the various rooms. They then walked into a bedroom and she was looking around when suddenly, David came up behind her and put something over her mouth and nose. She instantly passed out and fell into his arms. He closed the door and locked it behind him. He then dragged her to the bed and laid her upon it. He began to undress her as she lay unconscious on the bed.
Justin was walking about the crowd as there was perhaps over eighty people in the frat house. He found Lindsey in the crowd and went up to her.
"Hey Justin, come to dance with me?" Lindsey said shaking her hips back and forth.
"I was wondering where Zoe is. Do you know?" Justin asked.
"A little while ago she went on a tour with David." Lindsey said to him. "I'm sure she is around here somewhere." She added.
"I'm going to go look for her." Justin said before turning and walking away from her.
He began around the room sweeping the main floor area by area until he had covered it completely before going up stairs. He made it to the first door and knocked on it. He turned the knob and it opened to a bedroom with two beds with no one it. He closed the door and tried the room on the left. He knocked on it and got a reply.
"Occupied!!" He heard a female voice and knew for sure it wasn't Zoe.
"Thanks!" He replied and then walked down to the next room which was on the left. He knocked and got no reply. He tried the knob to find it locked.
"Dude find another room, I'm busy here!" He recognized the voice as it was David's.
"Zoe are you in there?" He asked through the door. He received no reply so he asked again. "Zoe answer me if you're in there!" He said very loudly.
"Dude, Fuck off! She said you're not good enough for her so get fucking lost." David replied very loudly through the door.
"Open this door or I'm breaking it down!" Justin said feeling the anger beginning to build in himself.
"Fuck off dude! I'm fucking this sweet pussy!" David replied.
Justin began pushing the door with no movement; then he kicked once, hearing a crack he redouble his efforts and kicked again breaking the lock and the door swung open. Before him he saw David atop his sister with both of them naked. Zoe's head was turned towards him and she looked as if she was passed out.
"Dude, get the fuck out!" He heard as he looked at Zoe's face.
Then David jumped up and came towards Justin with his fist balled up. Justin turned his attention towards David and saw the swing of David's fist and ducked missing the punch. He became enraged as he knew what was happening. The one person who had been his best friend and perhaps biggest love of his life to date, was being attacked and raped. He balled his right hand into a fist in an instant and swung up into David's stomach sending a shock wave through David's body. He then did the same with his left and landed another blow upon him. David staggered backwards for a moment before he came at Justin again. Justin dodged a right punch before being punched in the face with David's left. Justin punched David in the face before grabbing his head and ramming him into a dresser that was next to the door. David countered by elbowing Justin in the gut which fazed him for a mere moment. Justin still had his hand on David's head and pulled him into a mirror which shattered upon the impact. David's face was now bloody from the cuts the mirror had inflicted on him.
People heard the commotion downstairs and in other rooms and went up to see what was happening. Lindsey was among them and had worked her way to the door before the others and saw Justin slamming David into the mirror but also saw that Zoe was passed out on the bed fully naked. She put her hand on her mouth and went into the room after yelling for someone to call 911 to get help. She covered Zoe up with a blanket and yelled her name. "Zoe! ZOE!" She said as Justin continued to pound away with David.
Finally, Mike came in and pulled Justin off of David and another guy went to David and held him back.
"Mike, Zoe's burning up! I think he drugged her." Lindsey said to Mike.
Another guy Matt came into the room who was a member of the frat house. "Y'all need to leave." He said to Justin and Mike.
"We're not leaving and if you wanna fight then you're going to lose." Mike said as Justin came to Zoe's side next to Lindsey.
David was puking up blood on the floor next to the mirror and was being helped by one of the other guys who had come in to the room. Mike stood watching them as Justin held Zoe's hand. Finally people started clearing out of the hallway just as police showed up. They asked what happened and Lindsey was the first to speak.
"She's been drugged and raped by that fuck face." She said and pointed to David who was on the ground. The police looked at him and then went towards him and put him in handcuffs.
"312 to 26 HQ, we need two ambulances here for injured parties and one unconscious female who has been sexually assaulted." The first officer said after keying up his radio. "312 to Unit 6, I'm requesting supervisor and detectives to my location for an assault and sexual assault." He added. "Ok, I need all of you into the downstairs area."
Mike along with Matt and the other guy and Lindsey walked out but Justin stayed next to Zoe as an officer walked David out of the room bleeding as he went. "Sir, that includes you." The senior officer said to Justin.
"I'm not leaving my sister here alone. I'm not leaving her side ever." Justin said as tears rolled down his face.
"Listen, paramedics are on the way." The officer said touching Justin's shoulder.
A few minutes later, the paramedics arrived to treat Zoe. One of them tried to bandage the cut above Justin's right eye but Justin refused and told him to focus on Zoe. He watched as they examined Zoe briefly before loading her onto a stretcher. Justin followed them down to the ambulance and got in.
The officer followed them down and watched as they loaded her in. "The detectives will want to question you. I'll let them know that you've gone to the hospital with your sister. Look, I'm sorry that this has happened to the both of you. We've had reports of women being drugged but nothing concrete enough to shut them down."
"Thank you!" Justin said as the doors to the ambulance closed and they were on their way to New York Presbyterian Hospital.
Zoe slowly opened her eyes feeling like she had been hit by a freight train. Her head was hurting and she felt weird. She looked at her right and saw snow lightly falling outside of the window and could see several tall buildings in the distance. She heard the slow beeping of the machines in another room. She looked to her right to see Justin's head being held by his arms on the bed. She saw bruises on his hands and knuckles. She reached over to him pulling an IV line with her arm.
"Hey!" Zoe said weakly as she touched his right shoulder. He popped his head up and looked at Zoe. He paused for a moment before he began to cry seeing she was awake. Zoe looked at him and asked, "What happened?"
Justin shook his head several times. Zoe then realized that she was in a hospital room with a gown on. "Justin, tell me what happened."
Justin sniffled a few times before he began to speak. "Last night, what's the last thing you remember?" Justin asked her.
"I remember being at the party and talking to people." Zoe said to him.
"I went looking for you and when I broke down the door that was locked, I found you being... being raped by that fucking asshole David Mclendon. You were passed out and looked as if you were drugged." Justin said with tears coming down his cheeks as he had to tell his sister that she was raped less than twelve hours ago.
Zoe instantly started crying hearing what had happened to her. Justin got up and leaned onto the bed and hugged her. "I'm sorry Zoe."
"How bad?" Zoe asked.
"I'm not sure; I had to leave the room while they performed the examination. I should let them know you're awake." He said pulling away from her. He looked at Zoe as she had tears in her eyes. He went out into the hall and let the nurse know that Zoe was awake and returned a minute later to her followed by the nurse.
"Hi I'm Nurse Jennings, how are you feeling Ms. Zoe?" She asked checking her vitals via the screens.
"I feel funny and I have a headache." Zoe said to her.
"Ok, I'll have the doctor to come by in a few minutes. I'll go ahead and bring you some aspirin." The nurse said and walked out of the room as Zoe looked at Justin.
"So, what happened to you? You look like shit!" Zoe said to Justin seeing the bruises on his knuckles and a cut on his right cheek and a little swelling.
"I found you and got into a fight with that sick son of a bitch. I almost killed him Zoe. If Mike hadn't come in when he did, I would have killed him." Justin said as he sat in the chair. He looked at Zoe, "I'm sorry Zoe, I should have kept my eye on you and seen where you were going."
"It's not your fault Justin. You couldn't have known." Zoe replied to him just as she saw a doctor coming towards the door.
The door opened with the doctor coming followed by two people. "I'm Doctor Edison and these are two detectives with the New York Police Department." He said as Zoe grabbed Justin's hand and held it.
"Ms. Redmond, I'm sorry to tell you but last night you were heavy drugged and then raped. We found Chloroform, Rohypnol and MDMA in your system when you were brought in. You came in with tearing of your vaginal walls and signs of forced sexual activity." The doctor said which caused Zoe to cry.
"I'm here Zoe!" Justin said squeezing her hand.
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the room closing the door behind him.
"Zoe, I'm detective Fitzpatrick and this is Detective Murray. We have some questions for you and your brother. I think it would be better for us if we were to interview you separately from your brother, if you are ok with that?" Detective Fitzpatrick said to her.
Zoe looked at Justin who was looking at her, "I'll be right outside the door." Justin said.
"Okay." Zoe said letting go of Justin's hand.
Justin went out with Detective Murray and closed the door. Zoe looked at the door until they disappeared out of her view. She then turned her eyes back to Detective Fitzpatrick.
"Can you tell me what happened Zoe?" She asked.
On the other side of the wall, Justin was being asked the exact same question. He looked at his bruised hands. "I went looking for my sister, I knocked on that door and then that guy started saying I wasn't good enough for Zoe. Zoe wouldn't answer so I broke down the door. We fought and if mike hadn't pulled me off, I would have killed him."
"So, Zoe wouldn't respond or couldn't respond?" Detective Murray asked.
"She was out cold!" Justin replied.
"Ok, you should know that the other guys are stating that you were jealous of the fact he was taking Zoe from you. They're stating that you and Zoe are in an incestuous relationship. I have to ask Justin, is that true?"
"No! We are twins and very close but never ever have we crossed a line like that."
"Alright, David Mclendon wants charges pressed against you for the assault. He has three broken ribs, a fractured jaw, broken nose, and a whole lot of other bruised stuff."
"Am I being arrested?" Justin asked.
"Not at this time, we have some statements to go through." Murray sighed, "Truth be told, I'm not going to take charges out against you regardless of my findings. You seem like an honorable person and I know that you would have acted the same way if it was someone else and not your sister."
"Thanks." Justin replied and went back to the door to look at Zoe as she talked with the other detective. He saw as Zoe had a tear running down her left eye. She saw Justin and then she wiped the tear away. She was trying to be strong for Justin more than herself. He watched as Detective Fitzpatrick continued to interview Zoe. Finally, a few minutes later Detective Fitzpatrick opened the door and walked out.
"She is asking for you. We will be charging David Mclendon with forcible rape and sexual assault along with a dozen other charges."
"Thank you detective." Justin said holding his hand out and she gladly shook his hand.
They left and Justin went into the room to see Zoe looking out the window. He went to her side, took her hand in his and just held it. She looked at him with her light green eyes.
Justin spoke first, "I need to call mom."
"No, you can't! She can't know what happened!" Zoe replied tearfully.
"But she needs to know Zoe. She's our mother!" Justin replied to her.
"And she'll want us to come home. She will never trust our judgment or let us live our lives without interfering." Zoe replied to Justin and he looked as if he wanted to rebuttal her argument. "It's my decision Justin. Please respect that."
"Okay Zoe, Okay." Justin said reluctantly and kissed her hand softly. She smiled at Justin for a mere moment before she turned her head and looked out the window again seeing a break in the clouds and the snow had stopped falling.
"How you doing Zoe?" Lindsey asked a few days later when she showed up at the apartment. Justin had suggested that Lindsey come by to talk to Zoe as she had become very depressed over the last few days since leaving the hospital.
"I feel ashamed." Zoe said as she and Lindsey were in her room with the door closed.
"Why? You did nothing wrong Zoe." Lindsey said.
"I feel like I did." Zoe said while lying on her side away from Linds.
"He was denied bond and is being held pending a grand jury. He can't hurt you anymore Zoe." Lindsey said as she brushed her hand along Zoe's exposed right arm.
"But everyone knows what happened." Zoe replied.
"Zoe, this is New York City! Stories come and go and not everyone knows. There are over Eight million people here. Get up!" Lindsey said which made Zoe turn over and face her. "Get up, get some clothes on and let's go for a walk." She commanded as she stood up and left the room closing the door behind her. She walked the short hall to the living room where Justin was patiently waiting.
"I'm taking her for a walk. She will probably want you to walk with us so get dressed." She said to Justin.
A few minutes later, Zoe appeared from her dressed in a light sweater with blue jeans on. Justin was still in his room as Zoe approached Lindsey. "I'll go with you but only if Justin comes too." Zoe said.
"I'm right here!" Justin said from behind her in the hall.
Twenty minutes later, Justin was walking a good ten steps in front of them as Lindsey walked with Zoe in the park. Zoe kept her head facing downwards but slowly started to look up at where they were going. They walked for another thirty minutes. Suddenly, Justin stopped ahead of them. Zoe then realized that right before them was the building where everything changed. Just ten floors up is where she was violated. She began to shed tears as Lindsey wrapped her arms around her.
"It's just a building Zoe. He can't hurt you anymore." She said as she hugged Zoe. Justin came back to them and kissed Zoe on the top of her head. "We're going to get someone to help you through this. You'll get through this Zoe. I'm here for you and Justin is here for you."
Zoe looked up towards the building all the way to the top knowing that was the building, the loft apartment where a guy named David drugged her and raped her during a party where she went to have a fun time. She looked back down at Justin and Lindsey who gave her time to respond.
"Thank you, both of you for everything." Zoe said to them. They began to walk past the building with Zoe taking the lead with her holding both Justin's hand and Lindsey's. They walked with Zoe holding her head high knowing she could get through this with the help of others, especially her brother and her best friend here in New York City.
A week later Justin sat in the waiting of the doctor's office. Zoe got an appointment a few days earlier to see Doctor Amir who specializes in Traumatic counseling. Doctor Jennifer Amir, graduate of Harvard Med with a PHD in counseling and psychology, Thirty-Eight years old and highly recommended in the New York City area. He turned his head away from his phone scrolling her info page and looked at the door. "They have been in there for almost two hours." Justin thought to himself.
Ten minutes later, the door to the office opened with Zoe coming out followed by Doctor Amir. Slowly, Justin got up from his seat and walked over to the receptionist window where Zoe was standing. He touched her arm and held her hand as she finished up setting up another appointment. She looked at him for a brief moment before turning her attention back to the receptionist.
Zoe nodded at the receptionist as she gave her the card for an appointment in three weeks time. Justin began walking with Zoe out of the office lobby and towards the elevator in silence. He looked at Zoe and could see what was left of her tears. All of her makeup was gone, a sign that she had cried enough to rinse it all off in the bathroom during the session. He squeezed her hand letting her know he was there for her. They walked hand in hand out of the building and the one block over to the subway station. They waited sitting at a bench for the next train that was heading towards Columbia's Campus.
"Justin, thank you for all that you have done for me. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you." As she looked at him and into his light brown colored eyes.
"If it weren't for you, my life wouldn't be worth living Zoe. I love you sis." Justin said as he leaned over and kissed her forehead for a moment. He pulled back from her and saw her smiling. "Why don't we stop in at that Super Burger restaurant before we head back to the apartment?" He asked.
Zoe looked at him for a moment and then heard the sound of the subway train approaching then saw as it came out of the tunnel. "Sure, I could use a nice juicy burger." She said as they got up from the bench. They got on the train and headed to 125th St. during the train ride Zoe held Justin's hand making sure to not let go of him, but slowly she began to be less tense during the ride.
Zoe returned to her classes at Columbia. At first she felt an unease being around people and knew some if not all were talking about her behind her back. Lindsey and Justin kept her company as best as they could but she did have to learn to be on her own again. The fear of something happening was still in the back of her mind. She focused on her studies as best she could, getting back into the rhythm of going to classes and studying. She continued to go see Doctor Amir and had scheduled weekly sessions on her days when she didn't have a class. Justin accompanied her on her trips.
Three weeks after the incident was Thanksgiving Day. Justin and Zoe were invited to Mike's home in the city of Graniteville on Staten Island. Lindsey was also invited to the dinner. Justin, Zoe and Lindsey were picked up by Mike and he drove to his home. It took an hour to get to his home. They were greeted by Mike's mother Pam and his older brother Mark.
"It's so nice to meet all of you." Pam said to them as they walked inside after Mike introduced them.
"Nice to meet you too Ms. Robinson." Zoe said with a smile on her face and shook her hand only to be wrapped up in a hug by her.
"Oh please, just call me Pam." She replied as she released Zoe and went towards Justin and hugged him before doing the same with Lindsey.
Zoe then looked at Mark who was Mike's older brother by seven years. He had a full beard and was a good three inches taller than Mike. She looked at him and nodded.
"I hope all of you are hungry as we have a lot of food ready to eat." Pam added.
Zoe walked over to the Fireplace trying to warm up just a little. She stood next it and looked at the family pictures of Mike, his brother and mother along with their father. Mike explained to them a few months back about how his father Jonathan was killed in the 9/11 attacks. He was in the South tower when it fell killing him along with countless others that day. Zoe was so little then, unaware of the event until she got older. She could see the love that their mother gives to Mike and Mark in the pictures. Justin talked with Mike and Mark as Zoe nosed about the living room before heading into the kitchen to see if Pam needed any help.
"Hi!" Zoe said as she entered the kitchen, "Do you need any help?"
"Oh Zoe, no dear I'm almost finished. You should go hang out with Lindsey and the guys." Pam replied.
"Nah, I'm just hungry!" Zoe said looking at the rolls which Pam was putting in the oven. Pam closed the oven and turned around looking at Zoe.
"Look, I know what happened a few weeks ago and I'm truly sorry that it happened to you. If you need someone to talk, here's my phone number." Pam said grabbing a pen to write it down on a piece of paper. She wrote the number down and handed it to Zoe.
"Thanks, I'm seeing someone who is helping me but having Justin around is the biggest help of all. I don't think I would even be here if he wasn't there that night." Zoe replied.
"Again if you need me, call me." Pam said, "You should go wash up and I'll tell the other rascals." And she walked into the living room as Zoe got up and went to the kitchen sink.
During the Thanksgiving feast, Zoe sat next to her brother. They all talked, about how school was going and what they were all working towards. Justin talked about home and how much he missed his mom and their little sister Elizabeth. Zoe chimed in where she felt like but otherwise didn't talk much.
As they were leaving, Pam pulled Justin aside for a moment to talk to him. Zoe looked at them but they were talking just out of hearing range. Lindsey and Mark were chatting away as they walked to the car with Mike. She got in once she reached the vehicle and as she looked back, Justin was giving Pam a hug. He then walked down towards the car. He got in and looked at Zoe.
"What?" He asked.
"What was that about?" Zoe asked of him.
"Oh nothing; just a thank you for coming to Thanksgiving Dinner speech." Justin replied as Lindsey and Mike both got in the vehicle. Zoe didn't respond as Mike started up the car. She half smiled before it faded. The ride back into Manhattan was uneventful.
"JUSTIN!! NO!! HELP!!" Justin awoke to the screams of Zoe in the other bedroom and hurried out of his bed and into her room not caring to put his shirt on or a pair of shorts. He flipped on her lamp to find Zoe fidgeting and sweating profusely. It appeared she was having a nightmare as she continued to repeat the same thing over and over. He called out to her.
"Zoe!" He said as he tried to shake her awake. She continued to be in the nightmare, making him repeat it louder than he did the first time. "ZOE!!"
She woke with a fright and sat up quickly and breathing rapidly. "Oh god!" Zoe said, and looked at Justin who was sitting on the side of the bed and looked terrified. She immediately turned and hugged him and began to cry. He wrapped his arms around her feeling her sweat soaked shirt as she began to sob.
"It's okay, I'm here Zoe! It was just a nightmare." Justin said softly trying to comfort her as her breathing began to slow down.
Zoe sniffled before saying, "It wasn't a nightmare. I was remembering that night, it was so awful." She said to him and continued to cry with tears now wetting his shirt on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Zoe; I should have made us leave that party." Justin said.
"You couldn't have known Justin. No one could have known what that... monster was going to do." Zoe replied through more sniffles and sobs. He continued to just rub her back to try and calm her as best he could. "I'm so soaked and my bed is too. I believe I peed during the nightmare." Zoe added releasing her embrace of Justin.
"It's okay. I'll pull the sheets off. You go take a shower to get cleaned up." Justin replied.
Zoe pulled the covers back revealing that she had indeed wet the bed as she moved to the edge of the bed to get up. She stood and went towards the door before stopping and turning back to Justin who continued to look at the bed.
"Justin." Zoe said to get his attention which made him look. She looked at him and into his light brown eyes before saying, "Thank you, you mean so much to me." She said, before breaking eye contact and walking out of the bedroom towards the bathroom.
Justin got up and began stripping her bed of the sheets and the mattress protector. Good thing they bought them he thought to himself. He grabbed them all and walked to the laundry room and sat them in a clothes basket. He went towards the kitchen and got a glass of water. He drank the glass of water as he looked at the window of the eighth story apartment that looked out onto Morningside Park. He thought of what Mrs. Pam said before he left to get in the car early.
"Zoe is a strong girl, but she relies on you more than you even realize. Be there for her in every way you can. I know you and her are very close, don't let your feelings of guilt cloud your judgment. You are perhaps the only man she trusts to even talk to much less allowed to touch her. She's lucky to have a brother like you, and a perfect example of the man she will want to marry someday."
'How is it that she knows all of that just by being with us for a few hours?' He questioned to himself. He sat on the couch for a few minutes and waited for Zoe to get done taking a shower.
A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and headed into her bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes later she came out wearing a blue shirt that went down to her knees. He got up as she approached.
"I'll sleep on the couch." Justin said to her.
"Nonsense! I'm the one who made a mess of my bed; you shouldn't have to give up yours."
"I insist Zoe, you need your rest." Justin said as he stood by the couch.
"Okay." Zoe replied and walked back towards the hallway. She stopped at the bathroom door and turned around. "Justin! Actually I would feel more comfortable if..." She stopped.
"What Zoe?" He asked.
"If you would sleep in the bed with me. Perhaps that will keep my nightmare away." Zoe said. Justin thought to what Mrs. Pam said, "Be there for her."
"Okay." Justin replied and walked towards her and the bedroom.
He got into the bed first and Zoe then joined him. She turned on her side towards him as he pulled the blanket up over them. She touched his shoulder getting his attention.
"Thank you for pulling me out of that nightmare and for allowing me to sleep in your bed. I can't believe I peed in the bed."
"I can! You wet the bed up until you were eight!" Justin replied which earned himself a pinch on the arm from Zoe. "OW!"
"You weren't much better if I recall." She scooted in a little towards him."But I do love you Justin." She said and pulled his hand up to her mouth and kissed it lightly.
"I love you too Zoe. Nothing could ever change that." He said back to her. "Try and get some sleep." He said as he reached for the lamp remote that he had and turned off the light. Justin lay awake making sure that Zoe had fallen asleep before he himself closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Zoe awoke the next morning feeling warmth coming from behind her. She looked behind her to see Justin's sleeping face with his lower lip pecked out. Seeing him like that made her giggle just a little. She got up and out of the bed going to the bathroom. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail like she did every morning when she stopped. She looked in the mirror and realized she wasn't that girl anymore, that she was different now. She let go of it and shook her head several times. Finally she straightened herself up and threw the band down.
"It's time to change some things." She said out loud to herself before closing the door to use the bathroom. When she came out, she saw Justin still asleep in his bed. She went to her room and saw her very stripped bed. She picked up her phone from the bed side table and started to text Lindsey. A few minutes later, she left her room to find Justin walking towards the kitchen.
"Morning." She said to him as he looked back at her. "Later on, Lindsey and I are going to shopping and do some girl stuff." She added.
"Okay, have fun and be careful." Justin said as he went to the fridge to grab an Orange Juice.
"Thanks, and also for letting me sleep with you last night." She added as she approached him. She hugged him from behind wrapping her arms around his frame.
"It was no problem." He said as he turned around with her still holding onto him. She looked up into his eyes seeing the love her showed for her. He slowly lowered himself down to kiss Zoe's forehead. She released him and walked off to her room.
Lindsey caught Zoe staring off into space as they were in the Macy's store on 34th street. "Hey Zoe, Yo.." Lindsey said trying to get her attention. Finally, Zoe snapped out of her trance and looked at Lindsey.
"What?"
"I asked how does this look?" Referring to a multi colored shirt that would remind one of the 70's show.
"Like you're a hippy." Zoe replied.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah... No, I'm trying to decide what I should get Justin for Christmas." She replied.
"That is tough..."
"Even tougher after last night."
"What do you mean?"
"It's embarrassing..." Zoe moved closer to Linds. "Last night I had a nightmare and... I wet the bed. Justin woke me up during the nightmare." Zoe said to her in a whisper.
"I'm sorry. I'm sure he's really concerned for you right now, just like I am. You know going to those sessions with that doctor will be good for you, keep going." Lindsey said trying to reassure her friend that she was there to help her.
"Thanks and I'm sticking with my first assessment of that shirt, you're a hippy." Zoe replied with a slight smile.
"ZOE!!" Justin said while shaking her.
"AHHH!!" Zoe mumbled as she snapped out of the nightmare again. It was Tuesday morning as she looked at Justin as he sat on the edge of her bed. She was sweating heavily and her heart was doing 190. She looked into Justin's eyes and saw that he was scared.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked.
"I don't know." Zoe said as she began to cry. "I kee..epp remembering it over and over." Zoe said through her sobs. Justin pulled her to him.
"It's okay, I'm here. I'll always be here for you. Come on, come get in bed with me." Justin said.
"Okay.." Zoe said still crying as she began moving to get out of her bed. It was cold in the apartment but you wouldn't know that looking at the sweat soaked bed and clothes that Zoe was wearing. "I need to change."
"I'll be in my room." Justin said and let go of her hand.
A few minutes later, Zoe entered his room wearing a long red shirt. She joined Justin under the covers. "Justin, can you hold me while I fall asleep?" Zoe asked.
"Yeah!" He said and rolled to be behind her. "I love you Zoe. Never hesitate to ask me for anything. Okay?"
"Okay." She replied as Justin moved up slowly and then moved to kiss her on the cheek but at the last minute Zoe turned her head towards him. Their lips made contact and as Justin just continued to hover, he held the kiss. Zoe felt a spark run through her entire body as their lips continued to be docked to one another. Finally, Justin broke contact separating them by only a few inches. He looked into Zoe's eyes and saw them glimmering at him.
"Thank you." Zoe said before turning her head back into the pillow. He wrapped his arm around her stomach. He held her while thinking about that kiss. 'What does it Mean?' Finally, a few minutes later, Zoe was asleep but he didn't release her. Instead, he held her until he himself fell asleep.
Zoe awakened the next morning to find herself alone in Justin's bed. She looked at the bed side table and read the numbers on the clock, 9:23AM. She realized that Justin had a class this morning. Then she thought back to that kiss, it was so electric to her that it now scared her. She also realized she has an appointment later on with her doctor. She got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She started the water to take a bath. She got in slowly a few minutes later letting it warm herself up as it was only suppose to get to 40° today. As she was in the tub, she heard he phone began to buzz. She wondered who is calling her as the ringtone was not of that anyone she had in her contacts list. She let it go to voicemail and continued with her bath.
After she got dressed, she got her phone and listened to the voicemail. It was the District Attorney's office asking if she would call them back. She dialed the number and waited to be connected to the Assistant District Attorney that was handling her case. She spoke with the prosecutor and was told that they wanted to make a plea offer to David Mclendon. They asked her if she was okay with him getting a plea deal of four years in prison, ten years on parole and registering as a sex offender otherwise it will have to go to trial. She told the ADA she would have to think about it.
An hour and a half later she sat in the waiting room of Dr. Amir's office, waiting for all of five minutes until Dr. Amir stepped into the waiting room with her purse in hand. "Come with me." She said to Zoe. Zoe got up and walked out of the office following the doctor.
"Where are we going?" Zoe asked.
"You'll just have to come and find out." She replied and kept walking.
Forty-Five minutes later and they were just stepping into the American Museum of Natural History. Zoe was still baffled as not a single word was exchanged between them during the car ride. Dr. Amir paid for their tickets and then they began walking.
"So, have you figured out why I brought you here?" Dr. Amir asked. "And if you want, you may call me Jennifer."
"Okay Jennifer, why have you brought me here?"
"I like to have a session or two outside of an office. It allows me to better assess my patient. Besides, it allows us to learn something when we visit places like this. It makes you wonder, seeing how small we are in the grand scheme of things; Are we alone in the universe?"
"I doubt it, there has to be intelligent life besides us in the universe." Zoe replied.
"I hope so. How have you been since our last session?"
"Nightmares, I end up reliving it just about every night. Although, sleeping next to my brother seems to keep the nightmare away. He's awakened me several times, I end up soaked from sweating and I've even pee the bed."
"Do you want me to give you something to help you sleep?" She asked.
"I don't have trouble sleeping; I have trouble with the nightmares." Zoe replied.
"You say sleeping next to brother keeps them away?"
"Yeah, I've slept with him a few nights and on those nights I sleep just fine."
"That's interesting..." She said while they continued to walk along the wall showing the planetary bodies.
"Why is it interesting?" Zoe replied curious to her response.
"It's been my experience when dealing with victims of rape or molesting to be wary of anyone touching them or even being in such close proximity like being in the bed with another person especially a man." Dr. Amir replied.
"I do feel uncomfortable when I'm around people I don't know. Justin is someone I can trust without a shred of a doubt. He's my twin!" Zoe said to her in utmost honesty.
"I just find it interesting is all." She replied.
"I'm just pissed they want to give that bastard a deal. Four years and ten on parole isn't enough." Zoe said.
"Well, they want to avoid a trial. The real question is Zoe; can you go to court and state what happened if you are required to? Can you ask that of your brother, your friends?" She asked knowing it would make Zoe think the choices over really hard.
"Look," Jennifer said to Zoe and paused for Zoe to look at her. "You say you're going after a career in Law, well sometimes you have to make compromises to get something instead of nothing. The choice is ultimately yours."
"Thanks." Zoe said with a slight tear in her eye.
They continued their therapy session walking amongst the exhibits and displays looking as they continued to talk. Dr. Amir and Zoe returned to her car and drove Zoe back to her apartment building.
Zoe and Justin were both awakened by the fire alarm going off. They both hurried out of their beds and met up with each other. Seeing no smoke and no fire in their apartment, they ventured out into the hallway way and learned the entire building was being evacuated. They were barely dressed in nothing but sleep wear and headed outside into the frigid cold air. They saw an array of firemen and several trucks. They stood outside with the rest of the building tenants waiting on answers. About thirty minutes later, the fire chief approached the crowd.
"Folks, I'm afraid you're going to have to being taken to a shelter tonight." He said.
"What do you mean?" A person in the crowd asked.
"The main gas line underneath the building ruptured and is completely broken. The building has filled up with Natural Gas. We have to vent the entire building and ConED will have to fix the main before anyone can return to the building." He added. "We have personnel en route with warming blankets and several buses to take you to the nearest shelter."
"Justin, let's just go to Lindsey's apartment. It's only ten blocks away." Zoe said pleading with Justin.
"Okay, let me go inform the chief will be staying at a friend's and give him my phone number." Justin said to her seeing she didn't want to go to a shelter. Zoe called Lindsey while waiting. After waiting on Justin to come back and then walking for twenty minutes, Zoe and Justin arrived at Lindsey's apartment.
Lindsey opened the door and invited them in. "Are you ok?" Lindsey asked seeing Zoe shaking.
"Yeah, just cold..." Zoe replied.
"Well, I got you a few blankets and went ahead pulled and got the sleeper sofa ready." Lindsey said to them.
"Thank you." Justin said.
Zoe and Justin got into the sleeper sofa and covered up. Justin could feel Zoe shivering. "Come here." Justin said to her inviting her to get closer to him. She rolled into him. "Jeez, you're freezing." Suddenly, Zoe move up on top of him and lay upon him with her head just being at his chest due to their height difference. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back through her shirt trying to generate some heat. As he was rubbing, he realized he was feeling aroused for some reason. He felt restraint as he began to harden.
"Justin." Zoe said feeling his hardness began to push into her clothed groin.
"Sorry Zoe, it just happened." Justin replied and stopped rubbing her back.
Zoe thought for a moment, "Please rub my back, I'm still cold." She said and turned her head to lie on his shirt covered chest. He began to rub her back again making sure to cover every part of it with his warm hands. She still sensed his hard and erected cock beneath her, yet felt at ease because she could trust Justin. She didn't have one ounce of fear that it would invade her body or abuse her like the last one did which was attached to the biggest, useless piece of shit on the earth. As she got warmer she began to fall asleep. Justin continued to rub until he himself fell asleep with Zoe still on top of him.
Zoe awakened first feeling Justin's chest rise and fall in an easy pattern. She was definitely not cold having lain upon him all night. She also felt his hard on pressing into her again, this time it was bigger and had more force to it.
She heard movement in the apartment and turned her head to see Lindsey in the small kitchen fixing a bowl of cereal. She began to move and rolled to her right easing herself from Justin so as to not wake him if possible. She then looked into the kitchen and saw Lindsey looking at her. Lindsey grinned and smiled at Zoe and then began walking to her room with the bowl in hand.
Zoe got up and looked back at Justin to see him still asleep with the massive morning wood flying high making a noticeable uplifting in the sheets. She walked to the bathroom and used it before going into Lindsey's room and joining her on her bed. Lindsey looked up and grinned again.
"What?" Zoe asked.
"Your brother sure does have a big thing..." Lindsey said smiling which prompted Zoe to roll her eyes.
"Not happening Linds..." Zoe said giggling...
"I know it won't happen with me, I was grinning because..." Lindsey trailed off not finishing her thought out loud.
"Because what?" Zoe replied wondering what she meant.
Lindsey looked Zoe in the eyes, she began to tear up.. "I thought that you and Justin were an item..."
Zoe had to think for a second making sure she heard Lindsey right... "You think Justin... and I" Which earned a nod from Lindsey.
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said that... I just thought after you lay upon him this morning that you two were much closer than I previously thought. I know that after... that night, that you and him have been inseparable." She said wishing she had just not said anything.
Zoe looked at her for a minute before speaking. "You're not far off the mark. I do feel attracted to him." Zoe said as a tear began to fall. Lindsey came closer and pulled Zoe in for a hug.
"I love him!" Zoe said with a sigh. "It's been an unsaid thing between us for a while I suppose, well at least since we moved here."
Lindsey continued to hug Zoe until they heard movement in the living room. Lindsey pulled back away from Zoe and looked into her eyes which were watery from her crying.
"Please don't say anything to him." Zoe asked of Lindsey. Lindsey nodded affirming her commitment to silence on the matter.
A minute later and they both emerged from Lindsey's room to see Justin sitting on the edge of the Sleeper Sofa.
"Morning girls." Justin said to them before he noticed Zoe's eyes were red. "You alright Zoe?"
"Yeah! Just a little girl talk is all." Zoe said to him.
They ate breakfast and then called the number they were given by the Fire Chief. The building was cleared over night but no one could stay overnight as the gas main was in need of replacement. They could go get clothes and anything they needed until the line was repaired. Zoe and Justin headed to the apartment building and got their stuff that they would need for at least another night of crashing at Lindsey's apartment.
Later that night, after going to classes in the day, Justin and Zoe lay on the pullout couch watching a little TV and eating Chinese takeout with Lindsey sitting in the chair next to them. They sat eating watching the latest episode of The Big Bang Theory. Lindsey couldn't stop laughing at the one liners Sheldon kept giving during the episode as Justin sat eating with chopsticks. Lindsey kept on batting her eyes over to Zoe and Justin looking at them as they ate and watched the show. It went to the last scene which was a lovey dovey moment between Leonard and Penny.
Lindsey and Zoe both got up with Zoe grabbing Justin's container and both headed off into the kitchen. "I think I'm going to go lay in bed." Lindsey said to Zoe.
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning then." Zoe replied as they both walked back towards the living room with Lindsey departing for her room.
Zoe rejoined Justin on the pullout bed and got covered up as she got close to Justin. She turned on her side pressed up against Justin with her head just at his neck. "You're so warm Justin." As she brushed her hand against his chest which was covered by a shirt.
"Thanks, I'm just glad we are here instead of in an apartment without heat. It would be brutally cold in there right now. We probably would freeze." Justin replied.
"Nah, we could cuddle to stay warm." Zoe replied.
"Speaking of, sorry about last night. My body has a mind of its own, especially down there." Justin replied embarrassed about what had happened.
Zoe turned her head up to him. "Justin, look at me." He did seeing her eyes up close as they were but a mere few inches away. "Never be sorry to me. Your willy whacker did what any sensible penis does when a woman is extremely close; you got hard." Zoe said with a grin seeing Justin turn three shades of red in five seconds. She moved forward and gently kissed | null | [] | {
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him on the lips before pulling back. She turned away seeing the shock in his eyes and began to silently cry. Justin was stunned by the kiss but regained his sense and saw Zoe turned away.
"Zoe." Justin said with her not looking at him, she just sat there and didn't say a word to him or look at him. He stretched his arm out and pulled at her left hand which caught her attention and made her look at him. He saw tears streaming down her cheeks slowly from those precious eyes of hers. He pulled her in for a hug, "I'm sorry I made you upset."
"You didn't make me upset, I'm crying because I've fallen in love with... You." Zoe said as another tear made its way down her left cheek. "I'm just so messed up, falling in love with my brother." She said as more tears made their way down her cheeks collecting enough to drop onto her shirt.
"You're not messed up Zoe. It takes two to love." He said as he put two of his fingers up underneath her chin and pushing it up so she would look at him. They stared at one another for a minute as Justin wiped the tears away from her cheeks. He moved in towards her and pressed his lips to hers as he cocked his head as he moved his hand around to her low cut hair and felt it's softness as his fingers moved through it. Justin parted his lips and pressed his tongue lightly at her lips seeing if she would accept like a knock at a door. She parted allowing him to enter and she tasted him along with a little bit of Mountain Dew. He pulled at her shirt with his hand exposing her left shoulder and slowly moved away from their kiss and trailed his lips down to her neck and gently kissed it.
Zoe cried, only this time is was tears of love knowing she was accepted by Justin. She looked at his hair as he continued to kiss and lick her neck. "Justin!!" Zoe said as he bit her on the shoulder. "I love you Justin!" He moved his hands down to the hem of her shirt and began to lift it. Slowly he pulled it up to reveal her boobs still covered in her pink bra as it came over her head. She looked at Justin's eyes and could see the love, the lust, and the man she had wanted all along. She moved her hands to her back and unclasped the bra letting it fall in between their bodies. She looked at him and he looked back.
"Justin, I want to wait. I'm sorry. It's just I'm still waiting for the tests to come back and I wouldn't wanna do it on Lindsey's pullout couch." She said frowning.
"I understand Zoe, I just got carried away. But you are ever so beautiful that I wouldn't wanna look at another woman for the rest of my life." He said with a smile.
"You're always a suck up." Zoe replied laying back on the bed.
Justin followed suit and lay next to her as she covered her nipples with her hands. "I can't help but be a suck up with you; besides you are half naked next to me."
"Thanks, I love you." Zoe said as she rolled next to him and then pushed up to straddle him. She looked at him as she pressed herself up to leaned back. "Justin, I was approached a week ago by the District Attorney's Office. They asked me to consider a deal they wanted to offer him. Four years prison, Ten on parole and no trial."
"What did you say?" Justin asked while looking up at her body and to her face.
"I would think about it and I have. I'm going for the deal. I don't want a trial because I just want that to be behind me. I can't stand to go up on the stand and testify and I surely don't want you to have to do the same especially consider our newly formed relationship." Zoe said as she reached for his right hand and pulled it up to her chest.
"Okay, it's always your decision and I will respect it." Justin said and pulled her back down to embrace her in a hug. "Come on, let's get some rest."
The next day they were able to return to their apartment building with heat and gas restored on top of the power being turned back on. Zoe cleaned the fridge out considering no power for two days made pretty much everything spoiled. They were lucky as since the problem was deemed "caused by years of neglect by the building owner", all the tenants were given half off the rent for the next three months which helped Zoe and Justin with living expenses that they received from their trust funds.
Zoe contacted the DA's office and gave them the go ahead on the deal. They asked her to be present during the sentencing which they would schedule for the 5th of January. Zoe and Justin got back into the regular routine of going to Columbia only to let out for the Christmas and New Years break. Not much was said between them about their new relationship as they got busy with the everyday life that was around them.
Zoe came home from the final day of her class before the break to get the mail from the mail holder in the lobby. She saw the envelope from the Department of Health of the City of New York. She took it upstairs and went into the apartment to find Justin sitting on the couch looking as if he was dozing off but her opening the door awakened him.
"Hey Zoe." He said to her.
"Hey, how was your day?"
"Stellar! Only one week till Christmas." She said as she sat her book bag down and sat next to him holding the envelope. She held it out and just looked down at it.
"What's that?" Justin said to her.
"I'm guessing my tests results from the STD screening." She said unsure of what it would say. "Can you open it for me?" She turned and asked him.
"Together!" He said grabbing one half of it and began breaking the seal. Slowly they pulled the sheet of paper out and unfolded it.
Zoe began reading it out loud.
"Dear Ms. Zoe Redmond, on behalf of the Health Department of the City of New York, here are the results of your post trauma STD results." Zoe began looking down the list. "Negative, Negative, Negative, they are all Negative Justin." Zoe said shedding a tear from her left eye.
Justin hugged her tightly, "It's a good thing Zoe. A very good thing." He said as he kissed her cheek. She turned her body towards him and began kissing him on the lips.
"Yeah, it is because I was afraid he may have given me something." She then kissed him again slipping her tongue into his mouth and turning her body towards him and pushed him back down on the couch. She straddled him while they still were clothed. "You owe me a date!" She said pulling back from him.
"Okay! Where would you like to go?" Justin asked.
"You'll have to surprise me." Zoe said getting up.
"That I can do Zoe. I love you more than anything in the world sis." He said as she walked off towards the kitchen.
"I love you too pumpkin." She replied swaying her hips as she walked.
Zoe rode in a Taxi with Justin beside her as they headed down Broadway. Justin wouldn't tell her where they were going and kept it a surprise by having her wear a blindfold for the duration of the ride. It being Christmas Eve also brought excitement to her. Their true first date would hopefully be memorable. Justin was holding her hand as they continued to their destination. She couldn't help but feel beautiful as she was wearing a Violet colored Dress with her hair dyed a light shade of red with a bit of orange streaks.
"We are here!" Justin said softly to her announcing their arrival. He opened the door allowing the sounds of the street they were on to fill the cab. He grabbed her hand and helped her out of the cab. She stepped out of the cab feeling a slight cold breeze. "Okay, time for the reveal." Justin stepped behind her and began undoing the blindfold. It fell away from her face and she opened her eyes to a patio with tables and chairs with a sign over hanging it.
"Carmine's!" Zoe said out loud. Zoe has always loved Italian food. "Thank you!" Zoe said to him.
They walked in and Justin gave their name for the reservation that he made. They were taken to a booth in the back per Justin's request. Once they were seated, the waitress came over to take their drink order and asked if they would like Mozzarella Cheese Sticks and Marina sauce which they did order.
"I can't believe you brought me here Justin. I didn't want you to spend so much money on me for our first real date." Zoe said to him after the waitress left.
"It's no problem. It's our first date and it's also Christmas Eve Zoe." Justin replied then added, "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you."
"I know Justin, still thank you for being... my everything." Zoe said with her eyes beginning to tear up. Justin moved his arm across the table and grabbed Zoe's left hand. He continued to hold it giving all the support she needed. "Thank you."
"I want Ravioli!" Zoe said.
"Deal." Justin replied.
They waited for the waitress to come back and ordered the Ravioli for two. They began talking about school and what they thought of Columbia so far.
"I want to know something Justin. If we do continue with our relationship, are you willing to lose everything to be with me?" Zoe asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, lose everything to be with me. What happens when people find out about us? One person already knows about us, but what if mom knew, our grandparents, and friends back home." Zoe said with a worried look in her eyes.
"I will admit the thought is worrying me, but it's something that is down the road. We are here, they are at home. We are going to be here for four years. It's enough time for us to explore our relationship and then decide what we are to the world. Brother and sister or a loving couple who are soul mates." Justin replied just as the waitress was coming with a tray towards their table.
"Here is your order." The waitress said to them as she put the plates on the table.
"Thank you" Justin said to the waitress as she began walking away. "I don't think I will have any room for dessert." Justin added looking at Zoe.
"Me neither." Zoe added looking at her plate filled to the brim.
They ate without saying anything but exchanging glances at one another while listening to the soft melodies of music that filled the restaurant. The rolls that came with their food disappeared one by one until they were gone. They slowly ate until they were full.
"Thank you for taking me out on this date." Zoe said rubbing her belly which was full.
A few minutes later their waitress came over to remove the plates from the table. "Would you like a menu for dessert?"
Justin looked at Zoe who shook her head to affirm no from her. "Thank you for the offer but we are filled up." Justin replied to her. She put the bill on the table and pushed it towards Justin seeing that this was most likely a date that they were on.
Justin grabbed the bill as she left and put his Credit card with it and sat it back down. A few minutes later and they were heading out the door. "Let's walk a little bit."
They walked up Broadway slowly block by block, even though it was very cold. Zoe was bundled up, but being in a dress allowed the cool crisp air to surround her legs. "Justin, I'm starting to get cold." Zoe said as they came to an entrance to the Subway.
"Okay, we'll take the Subway the rest of the way." Justin said and began walking with Zoe to the entrance. They wait for the next train while waiting on the bench. Zoe looked on as two women walked holding hands obviously that they were lovers. She turned to Justin and nudged him to look.
"They are cute aren't they?" Zoe asked of Justin and he looked where she was looking to the two beautiful blonde's who were sitting on a bench not too far away. Zoe turned to him and moved closer to him. She looked up to him and inched closer until her lips met his. She kissed him in the openness of the subway station, the first time they have ever been intimate in the public eye. She broke the kiss as the train entered the station and slowed to a stop. They got up and took the train to the 116th Street stop. They then made their way to their apartment building.
Justin opened the door letting Zoe walk in first. She took off her scarf and jacket before sitting down on the couch. Justin proceeded to join her and touched her left hand which was cold. "You're freezing."
"Yeah, but I'll be warm in no time."
"Why is that?" Justin asked.
Instead of responding, Zoe moved closer to Justin and pulled at his cheek and began to kiss him. She pushed further by opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out probing his lips. Justin got the message and opened up allowing her to take the lead. She pulled the straps of her dress to her side and let the straps fall off her shoulders. It fell revealing her breasts where her nipples were razor sharp. Justin grabbed her dress and pulled it lower to her waist. "No Bra!"
"Take me to bed!" Zoe said to Justin who wrapped his arms up under Zoe and picked her up. He shifted his right arm up her back to bring her closer to him. She leaned forward into him and gave him another kiss as he walked them down the hall towards her bed. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and went towards her bed. He sat on the edge of the bed still holding Zoe as they kissed.
Justin broke the kiss and looked at Zoe. "I won't be offended if you didn't want to do this. Don't let me pressure you into this."
"You're not Justin; I'm just giving you a very nice Christmas present." Zoe replied and pulled at his shirt and began lifting it up and over his head. She backed off the bed and stood up with her dress hanging on her waist. She pulled it up and over her head leaving her wearing just red silk panties and her shoes. She pushed on one side of the panties and they began to fall to the ground. She looked at Justin as he sat on the bed and could clearly see the meat in his pants growing.
"God, you're beautiful!" Justin said as Zoe began to walk towards him. She put her right hand out and pushed Justin back onto the bed and got up on it as well and put her knees on either side of him. She pulled at the button on his pants and undid it with a look of lust on her face.
"I want you out of these clothes." Zoe said and began tugging his pants down along with his underwear. She gasped when his cock sprang free, and once his pants and underwear were off, she moved up towards him. She began kissing him again, this time with a need, a desire for him.
She reached down with her right hand and took a hold of his cock, feeling how warm it was, how soft his skin was, how much she wanted it inside her. She began guiding him to her entrance, and once his cock made contact, she rubbed it around for a moment before she began sinking down upon him. Slowly the walls flexed to make room for him as he entered her, and she felt the walls of her pussy closing in as his cock head passed by. She finally bottomed out with him filling her completely.
She rested for a moment savoring the feeling of her brother, her twin, her un-denying true love. For the first time in their lives, they entered into a new realm. The realm of passion, lust and the warmth of a soul mate as Justin put his arms around her back pulling her into him as they lay joined for the first time. He slowly began thrusting his hips upwards as Zoe pushed off with one of hands and began riding Justin. She took a hold of his left hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed his hand before intertwining it with hers. Justin thrust harder which caused Zoe to moan as he just hit her cervix. "AH!! JUSTIN!" She said just as an immense orgasm came over her. Justin continued to thrust despite the constriction of her pussy around his cock.
He knew he was extremely close. "I'm close Zoe!"
"Cum in me!"
"But what I..." Justin began to rebut her but was cut off by Zoe as she opened her eyes and looked at Justin with his brown eyes before closing her eyes again.
"It's okay!"
With that Justin picked up his pace thrusting his hips into her harder and harder. He was buried deep within; still holding her hands he gripped them tighter than he thought possible as he unleashed volley after volley into her. Zoe felt it, the pulsing of Justin's shaft buried within her as Justin stopped thrusting. He finally eased his grip on her hands.
Zoe opened her eyes to see Justin with tears running down the side of his face. She eased forward and came to a rest on his chest and then notice she was crying as well. She still felt his cock within her but not as hard as he was just a mere minute ago.
"Justin, why are you crying?" Zoe asked with her head turned to the side.
"Because that was the best moment of my life. Being here with you and being together. I love you!" He said as he brought his arms up and around her holding her in a hug.
"I love you too! And yes, that was spectacular to say the least." Zoe replied.
They rested for a good bit before uncoupling so Justin could go use the bathroom. Zoe sat up against the headboard and looked at her hands. "Damn!" She looked as you could see where Justin was holding her hands as his finger nails had broken her skin in several places. A minute later and Justin walked back into the room. Zoe held up her hands and showed them to him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you Zoe. I'll get the hydrogen peroxide." He replied.
"No, I don't need it. Come here." She said to him. "You come lay down, I'll be back in a minute." Zoe said getting up and going towards the bathroom. She peed and brushed her teeth before heading back to her bed. She walked in to find Justin underneath the covers waiting for her. She slipped into the covers and rolled over to cuddle up next to Justin. She put her right hand on his chest feeling the subtle hair that dotted his chest.
"It's after midnight. Merry Christmas Justin, I love you." She said before kissing his chest just near the center between his man nipples.
"Merry Christmas, and yes I love you too Zoe." Justin replied as he kissed the top of her head. Slowly, they fell into a soft sleep comforted by the love they shared for one another.
Justin awakened to Zoe snoring softly. He found it funny as he's never heard her snore before. Even in sleep he found her beautiful and stunning. He found her new hair style added a new level of sexiness to her with it being short and dyed a reddish color. He had a bad case of morning wood as it was poking Zoe's left thigh. He looked over at the clock, "Zoe, Zoe!" He said softly into her ear.
"Hmmmm, let me sleep in." She moaned to him.
"We already have.. It's 11:30. We have to get a shower and dressed to go over to Matt's home." Justin replied pushing the covers up off of him. He got up off the bed and walked around towards the door with his stiff hard on. Zoe had opened her eyes when he began moving and then saw him come into view.
Zoe whistled seeing his bare ass walk towards the door. "Cute butt." Zoe said giggling.
"Not as cute as yours." Justin replied walking out.
Three hours later, they were both sitting at the table with Lindsay, Mike and Mark and their mother Pam. They all were eating a Christmas meal together. Zoe and Justin sat next to each other with Mike and Lindsay sitting across from them with Pam and Mark at the ends of the table.
"Everyone, I have an announcement to make!" Mike said out loud and looked at Lindsay. "Lindsay and I are dating if any of you were wondering." Zoe looked at Lindsay who was beaming with Joy.
"We just started dating but I can say for sure that he and I are made for each other." Lindsay said.
"Congrats!" Zoe said smiling at Lindsay and looked over a Justin.
"Is it too early to start wedding talk?" Pam piped up and started laughing as everyone else began to laugh with the exception of Mike who was turning red.
"So anyway," Lindsay said after her laughing subsided, "Mike and I are going to Time's Square for the ball drop. Would anyone like to go with us? Zoe I know you want too." Lindsay said and looked at Zoe.
"Yeah I would, Justin would you go with us?" Zoe turned and looked at Justin.
He looked at her for a moment, "Yeah, it'll be our first time being in New York during New Year's."
"Alright, Pam and Mark what about you?" Lindsay asked.
"No, I'm too old for that kind of thing now." Pam said to them with a smile on her face.
"I thank you for the offer but my girlfriend and I are doing our own thing next weekend." Mark replied.
They finished eating and all went into the living room to watch the Giants play the Packers. Zoe stepped outside for a few minutes as she was getting hot. A few minutes later, Pam joined Zoe out on the porch. She looked over at Zoe who was standing next to the railing and looking out upon the neighborhood.
"You okay? You look like you're lost in your thoughts over there." Pam said to her.
Zoe turned and looked at Pam; she had tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what to do!" Pam came over to her and hugged her.
"Talk to me, tell me what is going on." Pam said holding her.
"Why must I be so screwed up." Zoe said while still crying.
"You may think your screwed up, but truth be told being screwed up, getting screwed, screwing people over is unfortunately a part of life." Pam said to her which made her giggly slightly.
"I love Justin!" Zoe said.
Pam held her and thought before responding. "If you mean to say that you love Justin or you are in love with Justin." Pam said.
Zoe waited a minute and then pulled back from the hug and looked at Pam. "The latter. Last night was our first time together. I don't want him to get hurt by me or for me. If people find out about us, we'll be damned by society for being together." Zoe said.
"You know, the first time we met I could tell who your heart belonged too. You didn't force yourself upon Justin and I'm pretty sure he didn't force you. Sometimes, we just can't help who we fall in love with. If you love him, be open with him and make choices together. Sex is just one aspect of a relationship, I could tell during dinner that you two are clearly more than a brother and sister, more than twins, but I didn't say anything." Pam said to her as she rubbed Zoe's shoulder. "Just take things one day at a time. One thing I learned by 9/11 happening is that tomorrow may not come, we take things for granted and don't say what we should be saying. Enjoy the time you have with people, especially those you love." Pam said and her eyes began to water. "Even after a decade I still shed tears when I talk or think about Jonathan."
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you cry." Zoe said. "But I do thank you for the advice."
"It's no problem kiddo. Let's go hang out with the others and watch the Giants get beat." Pam said to her with a smile.
"Alright, what's the score." Zoe said as they began walking to the door.
Zoe and Justin stood at the railing in Times Square with Lindsay and Mike a mere few feet away. Zoe looked up to the clock which showed three minutes and twenty seconds to midnight. Zoe was bundled up well as it was in the forties tonight. As the clock began the seconds countdown, she pulled Justin down to her to tell him "I love you, and I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world."
He pulled her to him and hugged her briefly before releasing her as it reached the ten second mark with the ball almost to the bottom. He held Zoe's hand as the clock hit zero and the confetti and balloons began to fall into Times Square. Zoe was smiling and began to sing with the crowd. Justin was nudged by Mike who handed him his phone to take pictures. He began snapping them of Mike and Lindsay who were holding hands and then began to kiss as Justin took pictures. They stopped kissing and Justin handed his phone and Mike's back to him and told him to take pictures of him and Zoe.
Justin pulled Zoe to him and together began making faces side by side. Justin pulled Zoe to him and touched his forehead to hers. They stayed like that for a moment before Justin moved his head down allowing his nose to be connected with hers. He moved his hand up to hold her neck and slowly she tilted upward to meet his lips, they began kissing and continued blocking out anything but each other as their mouths parted right in Times Square on New Years. Both of their eyes were closed fully taking in the touch, the warmth, the cold of the moment before Zoe pulled back slowly. She looked up in to Justin's eyes as he opened them. A tear ran down her left cheek which caught the attention of Justin. He moved his hand up to her cheek and brushed it away. "I love you!" Justin said to her silently as it was so noisy with the music of Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World. She turned her head and looked at Mike who looked like he was about to pass out with Lindsay standing next to him smiley at the moment that she had witnessed.
Zoe moved towards Mike and Lindsay. She hugged Mike and whispered in his ear, "It's strange I know, but we love each other." She said and then kissed him on the cheek before moving to Lindsay and hugging her and then began taking selfie's together. Justin and Mike joined the girls and all took several groups pictures together celebrating the New Year.
Justin pushed open the door to the apartment with Zoe in front of him as they kissed fiercely as they walked in. He pushed the door shut behind them and reached out behind and turned the deadbolt. He looked at Zoe who was already shedding her clothes as they made their way to the couch. She pulled her sweater off and then grabbed for her shirt and pulled it off leaving her bra the only thing remaining except for her Jeans and panties.
Justin pushed her back making her land on the couch as he dropped to his knees and reached for her hips. He pulled her forward went for the button and zipper and undid them before reaching around to the side's and began tugging on them to pull them off. As he did that, Zoe pulled her bra off. He took her jeans and panties off and threw them towards the hallway. He moved up some and began kissing her again with lust, passion and the desire for her and only her. He began moving down making his way to her breasts. He sucked on the left for a few seconds before moving to the right and teased it biting lightly making her gasp slightly. He released it and slowly kissed his way down to her navel tonguing the little hole before trailing all the way to her pussy leaving a trail of saliva as evidence of his desire for her. He pushed her legs apart allowing him ample room to please her. He began by licking her clit slowly as he inserted two of his fingers into her. He slowly fingered her as he continued to ravish her clit with his tongue.
"OH! GAWD!! Justin, AH!" She said as he ramped up his fingering making her cum. Her fluids coated his fingers suddenly. "Stop, stop!!" She said to him as it was too much for her. He moved up and kissed her. "I'm sorry, it was just too much." She said after breaking the kiss.
"It's okay; I know I went to town there." He replied looking into her green eyes. She pushed him back to the other side of the couch and pulled on the button to his pants.
"You're overdressed!" Zoe said pushing the zipper down and pulled his pants down to his knees. He got the message and using his feet pulled the pants off the rest of the way. She grasped his cock and pumped him a few times while pushing her tits into his face letting him kiss them as she moved somewhat. She felt him getting harder until she couldn't wait anymore, she guided his cock to her entrance and sank down on him hard, burying him into her. She eased up some before sinking back down and began rocking on his cock. She could feel every millimeter of his cock as it flexed its way into her. She leaned back arching her back applying more pressure to his pelvis. "Fuck me hard Justin." Zoe said to him.
He indeed did fuck her hard; he began pushing up off the couch with his pelvis crashing into her as she sank down on his cock. "I'm close Zoe!" Justin said as he continued to pummel her pussy. She leaned back into him as suddenly a wave hit her making her cum around Justin as he rammed into her. He began grunting as he fired off into her eight pulses of his cum. He still rocked her for a minute afterwards with her laying her head on his shoulder. He leaned her back to see her eyes closed.
"Zoe!" Justin said trying to wake her. He shook her for a few seconds before she opened her eyes. Justin was near a panic until she did open her eyes.
"That felt so great, I passed out from the fucking." Zoe said looking at Justin. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"You had me worried!" Justin replied.
"Happy New Year Justin! You have a wonderful loving sister and a sexy as girlfriend all in one. Can you carry me to the bedroom? My legs won't work after that pounding." Zoe said.
"You wanna go to sleep now considering its five A.M.?" Justin replied.
"Yeah, the best sleep you can get is after you've had a good fucking which I just did." She replied as Justin picked her up and walked to her bedroom.
A week later Zoe sat in the first row behind the prosecutor in the courtroom with Justin, Lindsay and Mike. Sitting at the defendants table was David Mclendon. He was about to stand and enter a plea of guilty. She looked at him with anger and hate for what he did to her. But instead of facing a trail and more trauma, she was willing to let him take a plea.
"Yes your Honor, I plead guilty to Rape and false imprisonment. I know what I did was wrong and that I need help." David said to the Judge.
"Very well, I sentence you to as agreed upon by the prosecutor and the victim to a sentence of four years in prison with ten years of supervised parole. You are to reside at the Woodbourne Correctional Facility for the next four years. Court adjourned." The judge said before getting up and leaving the room.
David looked at Zoe and then Justin. Detective Murray and Detective Fitzpatrick came up to David. "David Mclendon, you are under arrest for the rape of Christy Donaldson, Jessica Morton, and Holly Brewster. You have the right to remain silent..." Detective Murray said to him as they began walking to the door.
Zoe was shocked as he was walked out of the room. "Hey Ms. Redmond." Detective Fitzpatrick said. "I didn't get a chance to call you as we just got the results this morning. When David was arrested, his DNA was entered into the system and it came back with a hit to three other open cases. Suffice to say, he will be going away for a long time."
"Thank you!" Zoe said with tears in her eyes with Justin half hugging her as she walked off.
Zoe with Justin, Mike, and Lindsay walked out of the court house together as friends. Although one thing was certain, Zoe was not the same person she was when she came to New York City six months ago. Justin wasn't either by a long shot. Together, they braved the new world, the new relationship that had evolved between them, the twist and turns that come with life, one day at a time.
Part 3: Back at the Resort
Zoe and her mother looked at each other as Zoe finished telling her story. During the story, especially the trauma that Zoe faced Teresa was crying learning of the horrific experience. But she also had tears as Zoe told her of the passion that she felt for Justin.
"You should have called me when all of that happened Zoe, I'm your mother! And I do understand that you were worried that I would want you and Justin to come back home." Teresa said finishing off her sixth drink. "We should start walking back."
Zoe looked at her phone, seeing three texts from Justin and the time which was almost one a.m. They got up, leaving a tip on the table, and began to walk back to the room. They had a good fifteen minute walk ahead of them.
"So, you haven't said how you really feel about our relationship." Zoe said to her.
Teresa stopped walking which gained the attention of Zoe who also stopped and turned back to face her. "Zoe, seeing your children having sex in the middle of the night in a bed next to you and then finding out that they've been doing it for over a year isn't something that can sink in five minutes." She bit her lip choosing her next words carefully. "I will say this, you and Justin are adults in the eyes of the law, but above all else I love you both and even though it's not what I would want, you two will continue to be with each other regardless of what I were to say. I'm not condemning you and banishing you but I would like it if you two would seriously think about the consequences of your relationship. How far have you and Justin thought ahead?"
Zoe looked at her and thought for a moment. "We had planned on seeing where we were in our relationship when we graduate in a few years. But every day that passes, we grow even more connected, more passionate about one another. I mean, I don't wanna lose what we have with each other. We don't have all the answers and we have friends who help us and guide us and we want you to be a part of that group too mom." Zoe said.
"Come here." Teresa said holding her arms out. Zoe moved towards her and embraced her. "I love you and Justin, I need a little time to accept this but I won't lose you two. You're grown enough to make your own choices and I hope that you don't ever hurt each other." They broke the hug and looked at each other. "Let's get back to the room; your brother is probably worried."
They made it back to the room and as the door opened, saw Justin sitting in the chair watching the TV on mute. "Sorry we're coming in so late. Where's Lizzy?" Teresa said to Justin, as Zoe followed her in.
"Yeah it's late, Lizzy is sleeping." Justin said getting up and was surprised when his mother came over to him and hugged. She didn't say a word and just held onto him. Finally, she broke the hug.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom and get into bed." Teresa said to them before walking towards it. She disappeared into it and Justin looked at Zoe who was almost to him.
"Can I ask what that was about?" Justin said as she kissed him on the lips. She held the kiss for a minute before pulling back.
"She knows!" Zoe said.
"How!" Justin said more than a question with an expression of worry on his face.
"Let's just say, you shouldn't have sex in the middle of the night with your mother only seven feet away. She woke up during the storm and saw us. She and I talked, and I told her everything that happened." Zoe said with a tear beginning to form in her left eye. "She listened and said that she needs time to accept our choice to be together. We owe her that!" Just then, they heard the door to the bathroom open and their mother walked out towards the bed.
Justin whispered to Zoe, "What do we do?"
Zoe looked around at their mother who was getting in bed but made eye contact with Zoe. They held their eyes upon one another before they broke contact and Zoe looked back at Justin. "We take things one day at a time, and make the most of them that we can." Zoe said to him and hugged him.
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*Thanks to SlaveGirl70 for the help with editing. She suffered so you don't have to.
This is a romance in the shadow of betrayal and revenge.*
The star-filled Arizona sky was fixed in the windshield as the rest of the state raced past. There were no tail lights ahead and the nearest headlights had merged into a single point in the rearview mirror. Jack relished the clear views and long straight roads of desert driving. He knew that moonrise would soon mask the stars, so he peered over the steering wheel to take them in.
Ancient cinder cones approached on both sides of the road as his thoughts drifted to his now ex-wife. He flashed back to the afternoon he caught her in their bed with Peter. She said that it wasn't what it looked like and that she had done nothing wrong. She asked how he could not trust her after all these years and made it sound like the whole mess was his fault. Just thinking about it drove his blood pressure up and blocked the beauty of the night sky from his mind. He pushed the feelings of betrayal and anger aside, disengaged his mind, and simply drove.
Two dim tail lights emerged from the darkness at the roadside. One of the lights blinked, then blinked again. The deep yellow filament of a flashlight on its last gasp begged for his attention. He slowed to see a woman waving frantically as he passed. He stopped, then reversed to her car.
The woman ran to the passenger window. "Could you please help me?" she pleaded.
"I can't get the spare tire on. I'm sure it will be easy for you."
There was a desperation in her voice that Jack couldn't refuse. He backed his car behind hers so that his headlights lit the vacant rear passenger wheel well. Her car was an early Ford Falcon. It was in good shape for a car that was more than fifty years old, but apparently not in good enough shape.
Jack held the spare up to the studs. "This spare is from a different car, isn't it?"
"Is that a problem?" She looked over his shoulder as Jack showed her that the holes in the wheel were a half inch further apart than the studs on the brake drum.
He got his first look at her while she was illuminated by the headlights. She was wearing a vintage dress. Horn rimmed glasses framed her dark eyes, and deep red lipstick accented her lips. Her dark hair was styled like it belonged with her car and clothes in the early 1960s. The woman herself was young, probably in her mid twenties.
He looked up at her and said, "You need to put the good tire on the good wheel."
"My sister lives in Quartzsite, which is just down the road. Maybe I can do it there."
Jack checked his phone to find it had no signal. "We can't call her, but I can give you a ride if you want."
He turned off her car's parking lights while he waited for her to think. He made a habit of helping people. It was the right thing to do, and he liked the way it made him feel about himself.
She contemplated her situation. Jack was the only person that had stopped in the five hours she been at the roadside. His help was her only option.
"Please give me a lift." she said.
They put the flat, the spare and her bags in the back of his truck. Jack opened the passenger door and offered his hand to help her in.
"Please don't touch me," she said. She sat with her knees together and her hip pressed against the door. Her hands clutched her handbag, which she held tightly in her lap. She stared straight ahead.
"Where are you from?" Jack thought that maybe a conversation would help her relax.
"Chicago."
"Did you drive all the way from Chicago in that Falcon?"
"Yes."
After a couple more one-word answers he gave up on making conversation. They spent the next fifteen minutes listening to the sound of the road passing by.
Jack pulled off the highway at Quartzsite and into a truck stop for gas. "Do you want to give your sister a call?"
It was now after 11, she was at a truck stop in a strange town, and she was flat broke. Her mind grasped for options, but there were none; she'd been out of options since before she left Chicago. Desperation lead her to ask her sister for help and then her sister quit answering the phone. She didn't have to call to know her sister wouldn't answer now.
She dialed anyway, waited, then said, "She's not picking up."
In the light of the gas pumps Jack could see that her left eye was black and blue from a recent beating. There was a fading yellow bruise from an earlier beating on her right cheek. On her left arm was tattooed, "Fuck Yourself, Not Me" and on her right arm was, "Crucify Your Rapist."
She caught him looking and put her arms behind her back.
The signs of abuse made him even more sympathetic to her plight. "I can give you a ride to her house if you'd like."
Her sister lived in a double-wide about fifteen minutes south of town. She knocked on the door, but the lights were out and there was no answer.
Jack knocked on the trailer next door where an elderly snowbird was still watching TV. He asked if they knew anything about their neighbors.
"They moved out a few weeks ago. It's been a lot quieter since they left."
"Do you know where they went?"
"They didn't say. It's not like we were friendly, with those two fighting all the time."
There was no reason to stay, so they got back into Jack's truck and drove back into town.
Jack tried to figure out what he was going to do with this girl. He couldn't just dump her at the truck stop, and the town didn't look like a hotbed for social services. He pondered the tattoos on her arms and the hookers he'd seen on the street corners of Los Angeles. This girl was on a slippery slope that there was no easy way off.
He pulled into the McDonald's next to the truck stop.
"Do you want anything?" he asked.
She shook her head.
He bought two combos then joined her at a table. He ate a couple of bites of one burger then said, "I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought I was. Do you want this?" He pushed the tray with the other combo across the table.
She despised being patronised, but she was hungry and she knew he was trying to be kind. While eating, she studied her benefactor. He was in his late thirties. He was reasonably good looking and fairly fit. He wore a long sleeve shirt and cargo pants that must have come from the outdoor section of a sporting goods store. His truck was a well-worn SUV. It was packed for camping and was covered in dirt. She guessed he was on his way home from a camping trip, but who goes camping alone? She tried to figure what he would want for helping her. Even though he looked tame enough, he would want something, everyone wanted something.
After she finished eating he asked, "What's your plan?"
She used to have a plan. She was going to live with her sister for a couple of months, save some money, then move into an apartment of her own. Now she had a couple of bags of personal crap, a piece of shit car that was stranded twenty one miles east of town and two worthless tires. There was about $27 in her purse and some offensive tattoos on her arms.
"I think my only good option is to marry you."
He laughed. "I don't even know your name."
"I'm Cathryn," she said as she held out her hand.
Jack shook her hand and said, "I'm honored to be the one you'd like to resent for the rest of your life."
After they laughed he said, "Seriously, what are you going to do?"
"Do you mean tomorrow, or for the rest of my life?"
"Let's start with tonight. Where are you going to sleep?"
Her heart dropped at the question. It was getting late and it looked more and more like she was going to be sleeping with this stranger.
He went through a similar calculation. It was almost midnight. If he left now, it would be at least a quarter to four before he got home. He imagined himself staying awake by winding himself up with thoughts of his ex and his former friend, but he had suffered enough self abuse lately. He also felt obliged to help Cathryn. It wasn't that he owed her anything; it was that the task of helping her was only half done, and he needed to finish what he had started. She needed a place to sleep, so he needed to find a room.
There were only a few motels in town. The two they could see from the McDonald's had the 'No Vacancy' signs lit, but they went in to talk to one of the receptionists anyway.
Jack asked, "Do you know where we could get a room?"
"Sorry, we're full. The Gem Expo is this week, so everybody's full."
Jack searched the map on his phone for the closest town with a motel while the receptionist scrolled through something on her computer.
She said, "I have one room that might work. They checked out late, so housekeeping didn't clean it. I'll let you have it if you'll make the bed."
Jack said, "I guess we'll take it."
The receptionist checked them in then retrieved some sheets and towels. She gave the room keys to Jack and the towels and sheets to Cathryn.
Cathryn weighed the sheets, then asked, "How many beds are in the room?"
"Just one queen. Is that a problem?"
Cathryn gave Jack a panicked look.
Jack asked, "We're not married. Is there a cot one of us could sleep on?"
"I'm sorry, everything is out."
On the short walk from the lobby to the room Jack said, "Don't worry. I'll sleep on the sofa or the floor or something."
Cathryn wondered if this guy was for real. She knew there were lots of nice people in the world, but they never stopped on the highway after dark. She inspected the room then said, "We should both just sleep in the bed, but please don't touch me, alright?"
Jack consented. He crawled under the covers in his boxers and a t-shirt and was asleep moments later.
Cathryn wore a vintage nightgown that was sexy without being revealing. She laid under the covers and contemplated her financial situation, the whereabouts of her sister and the fate of her car. She went over everything she knew about Jack. Was he as nice as he seemed? He treated her like a damsel in distress, which was much better than being treated like the sleazy bitch she'd become in Chicago. She didn't want to be that person ever again.
The room heater gradually caught up with the chill in the room. Jack turned in his sleep and kicked off the covers as he rolled onto his back. A beam of moonlight slipped through a gap in the blinds to illuminate his erect penis poking through the gap in his boxers.
Cathryn flashed back to the last time she had seen a penis and the beating that had followed. Thoughts of her rape rose up from the grave she had tried to bury them in. She began to sweat, and her breathing became shallow as a wave of anxiety washed over her. She had to get out of the room. She quickly changed, grabbed her handbag and quietly closed the door.
Jack woke the next morning to find himself alone. Cathryn's luggage was still on the floor, her toiletries were still by the sink and her nightgown was draped over the chair. He slowly showered, shaved and dressed. He watched the local news from Phoenix and otherwise lingered in the room. He called the front desk for messages and checked the cash and cards in his wallet.
On his slow walk to breakfast he noticed that the Falcon's tires were still in the back of his truck. After breakfast he had the tires fixed and killed time in the motel room. At noon he loaded her stuff into his truck and checked out of the room. As he left, he asked the receptionist if she had seen a girl with offensive tattoos on her arms.
"No, but the police wanted to know if anyone was asking about a missing girl."
The police station was a sand-colored building in a sandy lot. Jack asked the officer behind the desk if he knew anything about Cathryn.
"Is that the girl with 'Fuck You' tattooed on her arm?"
"Yea, I suppose so."
"The judge thought she was a flight risk, so the bail is set pretty high."
Bail was just within reach of Jack's combined credit cards. "Holy crap. What are the charges?"
"Soliciting, possession of narcotics and resisting arrest."
Soliciting didn't fit with what Jack knew about Cathryn, but resisting arrest did. "What were the narcotics?"
"Pot. This isn't Colorado you know," said the cop.
Cathryn's mood was bleak. The crack-whore in the cell with her had provided a dismal foreshadowing of her future. She signed some paperwork and collected her handbag. She was surprised to see Jack, but happy he was still around.
They drove east to her car. She watched from inside his truck as he mounted the wheel, lowered the jack and put the tools in her trunk. She felt like she was crossing the finish line for a race that was long over. She got out of the truck and said, "We're wasting our time. I don't have enough money for gas and I don't have anywhere to go even if I did."
The sun was bright but the air was cool. Jack sat on his heels and rehashed what he had been thinking all morning. He said, "...and you don't trust me."
"No, it's not that I don't trust you. Your dick freed itself last night and I couldn't control my anxiety. I saw your erection and I had to get out of the room."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Can I stay with you until I get my feet on the ground?"
Jack was relieved; he was afraid she would ask for money. He needed to get the bail money back, and this way he could keep an eye on her. He filled her tank in Quartzsite, then she followed him to his apartment in Los Angeles.
His apartment was smaller and less homey than she expected. Packed moving boxes filled the living room. The walls were bare and the refrigerator was nearly empty. She took a shower, then a nap and woke to the smell of soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.
"What's the story with your apartment?"
"I've only been divorced a couple of months. I haven't had a chance to get my shit together."
"How long were you married?"
"Seven years. I guess she'd been having an affair for the last two, so they kind of sucked, but it took me a while to figure out why."
"Did you know the guy?"
"Yea, he was a friend of mine."
"How did you find out?"
"I suspected something was going on. The clues piled up until I caught them in bed. I didn't want it to be true, but it was."
Jack swallowed a spoonful of soup then asked, "What's your story?"
She held out her arms. "Does this give you any clues?"
Jack reached out and held her arms. He ran his finger over the word 'rapist', then asked, "How old were you?"
"Much too young."
"So, this is before the bruises?"
Cathryn nodded.
"Do you have any family other than your sister?"
Cathryn shook her head, and Jack stopped asking questions.
Cathryn got a job as a waitress at a diner with a retro theme. She showed up at the interview looking the part and was hired on the spot. She worked as many shifts as she could and socked the money away. Jack set her room up with the essentials and installed a lock on her door. She insisted she didn't need it, but gave him a peck on the cheek once he'd finished. She hung up some art, unpacked some boxes and tried to make the house more of a home. Their schedules didn't mesh well, but when their time off aligned he showed her what he could of LA. They visited Venice Beach and the Getty Museum, saw the Hollywood sign and walked the Walk of Stars.
Deep down she sensed her ascent up the hierarchy of needs. She no longer worried about where she would sleep or what she would eat, and she wasn't apprehensive about her safety. She was even beginning to feel like she belonged. The girls at the diner accepted her as one of their own, and Jack treated her like feral cat that he was patiently domesticating. She realized that it would be very easy to take advantage of Jack. He let her live rent-free, kept food in the cupboard and didn't ask a lot of questions. In Chicago she might have been greedy, but that didn't feel right here and now. The bitterness that had once consumed her was abating. It was almost like she was happy.
They returned to Quartzsite the day before her trial. Her attorney suggested she plead guilty to the possession charges and innocent to soliciting and resisting. He advised her to wear a short sleeve shirt and pray for mercy from the court.
Cathryn had taken care of the reservations and checked them into the motel.
Jack said, "Hey, this is the same room we had the last time."
"It is."
"But there's only one bed."
Cathryn smiled and said, "...and I only have one night. I could be locked up tomorrow."
After Jack put the luggage down Cathryn turned to face him and said, "How come you've never tried to kiss me?"
"You told me you didn't want me to touch you."
"That was the first night. It's been almost two months. You've had plenty of opportunities."
"Do you want the real reason?"
"Tell me."
"It would be cheating. When you kiss me I want it to be because you want to kiss me, not because you owe me. I want you to be an independent woman, self sufficient and master of your own destiny. I want you to kiss me because of who I am, not what I've done for you."
She reached up and kissed his lips. "Don't you want to be the white knight that rescues the damsel and falls in love."
He slid his fingers through her hair and said, "No one can rescue you, but you."
"You don't think you rescued me that night?"
"I got you out of a jam." Jack reached down and took her hand. He lifted her arm and lightly brushed her tattoos. "This is your prison. All I can do is stand outside and hope you find a way to me."
She kissed him again. Her tongue breached his lips as he pulled her body tightly to his.
She push him away. "What if I never completely escape from my prison?"
He kissed her forehead. "I don't think you will ever be completely free of the emotional scars. But I don't want you to resent me in five years or seven years."
She undid the top button of his shirt. "I'm not the only person in the room with emotional scars, and I'm not willing to wait until the scars are fully healed."
Jack smiled and kissed her. Their tongues mingled in her mouth and then mingled in his. He pulled away and asked, "What happened the last time we were together in this room?"
"I didn't know you, and I wasn't ready."
"Are you ready now?"
"Almost, but I have some rules. You can't do anything that reminds me of my rapist. I want you to lie on the bed and let me take control. Don't touch me unless I tell you to touch me. Don't speak unless I speak to you, and don't moan, whatever you do, don't moan."
"No moaning. Got it."
Cathryn slowly undid the second button on his shirt. "Why did you stop for me that night?"
"It was the right thing to do."
"Yes but hundreds of people sped past. Why did you stop?"
She undid the next button while she waited for him to answer.
"I think it's because the man I aspire to be would stop. He's never in a hurry. He makes time for people. He always stops."
She undid the last button and slid his shirt off and slipped her fingers through the hair on his chest. "It would probably be easier to aspire to be an astronaut or the president."
"Yea, sometimes I get totally fucked."
She hooked her thumbs into his pants and pushed them down. "Well, you are going to get totally fucked tonight, that's for sure."
"I really hope you're being literal."
"Of course I am," she said as she pushed him until he fell onto the bed.
While he lay naked on the bed, she undressed and then slowly put on vintage lingerie. The bra pushed her tits into tight bullets and the panties went almost up to her navel. She took her time securing dark stockings to a garter belt.
She held up her arms and turned around for him to see. "Do you like?"
"Very much."
She sauntered into the bathroom and returned with her deep red lipstick. She casually applied the lipstick while looking in a mirror where he could watch. She touched up her hair and then inspected herself in the mirror. Once she was satisfied she put on a pair of long black gloves.
She looked into his eyes while she touched her gloved index finger to the tip of his big toe. Her eyes held his as her finger glided down his foot and up his leg.
"I want you to tell me something." She paused while tightening her grip on his gaze. Her finger was inches away from his cock. "I want to know your kryptonite."
His cock inexplicably surged. Was this a game? It had started off serious, but now they were way off in uncharted territory.
"I'm not Superman." It was the best he could come up with.
"Every man has a kryptonite. I need to know yours."
He knew what she wanted, but he didn't want to give it to her. He froze.
She sat down on the bed and playfully touched the tip of his nose, "Don't you want to play?"
"I do want to play."
"So, tell me something about yourself that no one else knows."
"Like what?"
"Tell me why your wife left you."
"I thought we already talked about that."
"You told me how, but you didn't say why."
"She was having an affair. He offered something I couldn't. I don't know." He feigned ignorance.
"Tell me more."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you're closed. You stop at the side of the road, and you drive me all over the desert, you put me up in a motel, and you let me live in your house, but you don't share anything of yourself and you don't tell me why. I want to know why."
She grabbed his cock, shook it, then said, "Come on out Jack, I want to know the real you."
"That's what Tess said. She said she never knew the real me."
"Was Tess your wife?"
"Yes."
"Did you love her?"
"Of course."
"Why did you let her go?"
"By the time she left, I didn't have a choice."
"Did she fuck you?"
"Of course, we were married."
"No, not literally, figuratively. Did she fuck you?" She was no longer playing. She stopped and looked into his eyes while she waited for an answer.
"Yes, she fucked me."
"Have a lot of girls fucked you?"
"Please stop."
"Why do you let them fuck you?"
"Someday I'm going to meet a girl that isn't going to fuck me over. When I do, it will make it all worthwhile."
That was enough for Cathryn. She removed her panties and crawled on top of him.
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She moved her hips forward and back, rubbing her bushy pussy up and down the length of his shaft. He began to move his hips in unison with hers, but she stopped him, "Be still. Don't do anything."
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Eventually, she bent over and kissed him on the lips. He could feel the residue of her heavy lipstick on his lips. She kissed his cheek, his neck and his nipple. She kissed his stomach, his navel and then she kissed his cock. A trail of red rings marked her path to his penis.
She asked, "Do you think it's better to give or receive oral sex?"
"That depends on whether I can move or not."
"That's a good point." She slid down the bed so that she could take his penis into her mouth.
Jack thought she would give him a blowjob, but she just moved her lips up and down his erection. After a few round trips his penis was bright pink from her lipstick..
"There," she said. "You no longer have an aggressive cock. Now you have a polite pink penis. Isn't it adorable?" She gave it a little kiss.
"I suppose," Jack was not happy about having his penis referred to as polite, but he guessed that a polite penis was not something that a rapist would have.
Polite or not, his penis was hard. She had no trouble sliding it inside of her. She slowly raised herself up off of him, then breached her vagina and gradually slid all the way down again.
Jack had a hard time keeping still. Her vagina was hot and wet. He wanted to drive himself into her, but he knew that wasn't what she needed. It was the first time he'd had sex with a woman other than his wife in years. He was surprised by the tightness of her youthful pussy, the varied contours of her vaginal canal, and the playfulness of her technique. They weren't just having sex, they were becoming intimate in a way he had never done before.
She looked down on him as she repeatedly impaled herself. She savored the penetration of her vagina, the transit of his cock and the serene satisfaction of her fullness. She delighted in the torture of his unbound restraint. He was doing his best to give her what she needed and he was doing nothing at all.
He looked up at her and wondered what her tits looked like underneath the bullet bra and if he would ever get to touch them. She looked down on him and traced a line on his chest with her finger. The line went down his stomach to the place where his cock disappeared into her vagina. Her finger made a small circle on her clitoris.
"Do you wish you could touch me?"
"You know I do."
"Well, maybe if you're a good boy you can touch me next time."
She slowly built of the intensity on her clit. Her eyes held his. "Do you like watching me?"
"It's my second favorite thing to do."
She smiled and continued to massage herself while she continued to rise and fall over him. He hated to see her satisfy herself in front of him, but knew that it was not his place to touch her.
"Don't you dare look away," she said. She wanted to watch him suffer through her orgasm, with him on the precipice of his own. He began to move a hand, but she stopped him with the shake of her head.
She continued to finger herself, while slowly riding up and down his cock with her firm, tight pussy. All the while he looked him in the eye. She came first, then she increased the frequency of her motion and he came soon after. She laid down beside him.
"Can I touch you now?"
"Put your arms around me and hold me close."
They laid in silence for a few moments, then she said, "That will give me something to live for while I'm in jail."
Jack considered what had happened. He had kept to his code for two months of living with her, then somehow failed spectacularly in one night. Was it a failure? If anything she now knew that she could trust him with a loaded penis.
Cathryn wore a vintage sleeveless dress to court the next morning. It was something that Jackie Onassis might have worn when she was still a Kennedy. She and her attorney left Jack in the gallery as they went before the judge, who happened to be a woman.
The police officer described how he had stopped Cathryn as she walked alone at night. He determined that she was soliciting based on her provocative tattoos. She resisted arrest and later the pot was found in her bag.
The judge studied Cathryn as the officer spoke. When he finished she said, "Let me see these tattoos." After examining Cathryn's arms she spoke quietly to her, then asked her attorney to join them at the bench. They spoke quietly for several minutes. Cathryn pointed Jack out and then they spoke some more.
The judge said, "Karl, did you read these tattoos before you made the arrest?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Please, read them again." As he did she asked, "Is it more likely that these would be on the arms of a prostitute or someone that had been brutally raped?"
Karl said, "I must have misread them your honor."
The Judge thanked the officer, then found Cathryn not guilty of soliciting and resisting arrest, but guilty of possession of marijuana. The judge called Jack up to the bench. "I understand that Cathryn is living with you."
"I let her stay in a spare room."
The judge nodded, then said, "I'd like to put her on probation, but I'd rather not force her to live in Arizona. Are you willing to report in to her parole officer for the next six months? He will want you to confirm Cathryn's whereabouts and activities on a weekly basis. This is a big commitment, can you do this for me?"
Cathryn gave him a hopeful look.
What was he going to say? He wasn't going to quit now after all the effort he had put into getting her to stand on her own two feet, so he did the only thing he could do and agreed to her terms.
There were several technical details that had to be sorted out regarding Jack's background, employment and financial situation. Once the court was satisfied that Jack had the means to take care of Cathryn they met the parole officer and sorted out the details of their new routine. It was late afternoon before they started home.
Cathryn closed the truck's door and smiled. "You're bound to me."
"I think it would be more accurate to say that you are bound to me."
She couldn't get over her change in fortune. Last night she thought she was be in jail; today she found out she has six more months with her white knight. As a bonus the sex was great. Not that he did anything spectacular, but he played by her rules and that was what she needed the most-at least for now.
Jack thought about the last two months as he drove. He couldn't identify a decision or choice that he had made that would have altered his current situation. Driving past Cathryn as she waved at the roadside was not an option. He helped people, that was just who he was. After that the dominos just seemed to fall. He couldn't abandon her at the gas station, at her sister's trailer, or at the police station. Now he had her for the next six months. Would six months become a year? Were they going to spend their lives together?
Jack looked over to see her gazing at him.
She said, "I can't believe how lucky I've been."
"I'm happy for you."
"Aren't you happy for us?"
"I'm happy, but I'm also worried that I can't be the person you need."
"I don't understand."
He lightly touched her arm and said, "I think you do."
The silence of their drive was interrupted by a phone call.
"Hello." Jack answered on the trucks bluetooth.
"Hi Jack, it's Mary."
Jack and Mary exchanged pleasantries. Cathryn was able to glean that Mary had been a mutual friend of Jack and his ex. She was having a party and wanted Jack to come, even though Tess and Peter would both be there.
Mary said, "I haven't heard back from you, so I wanted to follow up."
Cathryn's eyes lit, she nodded vigorously and silently mouthed the words, "Let's go."
Jack shook his head.
Mary continued, "Tess promises she'll be good. She really wants to see you."
Cathryn took control by speaking directly into the bluetooth, "Can he bring a date?"
"Is there someone with you?"
Jack shook his head at Cathryn while he said, "Yea, we're just driving in from Arizona." Mary was going to have a field day sharing that with the girls.
"I didn't realize you were seeing anyone."
"We're living together," Cathryn inserted herself again.
Jack winced at the thought of the shit storm Cathryn was creating.
Mary was a bit flustered, "By all means, bring your date."
After a few more pleasantries the call ended.
"Oh crap, what have you done?" He really didn't want to see Tess.
Cathryn studied the side of Jack's face as he drove. "What's up with your ex-wife?"
The question made Jack uncomfortable. "I really don't want to talk about my ex." They listened to the radio for the rest of the ride.
Then next day Cathryn scoured vintage clothing shops to find the right outfit for Mary's party. She returned with something Audrey Hepburn might have worn in Roman Holiday. It had the long sleeves she needed, but was short enough to show off her legs. She'd found matching heels that were high enough to shape her calves without drawing attention away from her legs. She topped it off with a matching hat and a pair of white gloves. She roped Jack into a retro suit with a thin tie and they drove off together in her Falcon ready to travel through space and time to conquer Jack's friends.
By the time they arrived the party was in full swing. Cathryn hooked her arm through Jack's and let him escort her in. She straightened her plumb perfect posture and imitated the walk she had seen in her favorite Hepburn films. The only thing missing was a long cigarette holder.
The party was in a barroom. Twenty or so small tables surrounded the bar. A few empty tables were cast into quiet corners. Most of the people were standing and talking. Some couples sat at tables and a group sat at the bar. The lights were dim and lively music played.
Jack recognized about half the faces. He realized that most of those he recognized had known about Tess's affair long before he did. He felt his confidence drain away.
"Look at me and smile," Cathryn said.
As he did his best to smile she said, "Is there a single woman in this room that you would rather be with? Take your time and look around."
Jack saw Tess, Mary and a few other acquaintances. A couple that he vaguely remembered stopped and said hello. He waved to a few other friends then lead Cathryn to the bar as he continued to scan the room.
"Well?"
"Everyone is looking at you." he said. There was no mystery why, she looked fantastic.
"Only one person in here matters to me."
This time he gave her a real smile.
While Jack waited in line at the bar a young buck introduced himself to Cathryn. He complimented her outfit and made small talk about the lameness of the party. Once he established a beachhead, three friends joined him. They chatted, laughed and tried to outdo one another in stories of hijinks and adventure. Cathryn encouraged them with eye contact, smiles, and laughter. By the time Jack returned with the drinks the group had grown to become the center of the party, at least for the younger crowd.
Jack held the drinks over his head as he waded into the group surrounding Cathryn. He collected some dirty looks from the eager stallions he displaced, but Cathryn pulled him in. The conversation hopped from fashion to mixed drinks to social media. Jack surfaced for air when the group began exchanging usernames on each of the endless social media applications.
Tess descended upon him the instant he emerged from the group. As usual, she was overdressed. She wore a steel gray suit that left most of her long legs exposed. Her silver hair was parted on the side and precision cut to align with her strong jaw. Her ears, neck and wrists were adorned with diamonds. Her meticulous smile appeared warm and calculating at the same time. She scolded him for not keeping in touch and said that there was something very important that they needed to discuss. She took his hand a led him to a table tucked in a secluded corner.
Tess sat facing him with her legs crossed. She made certain that her seat blocked his exit. She delicately took his hand, placed it on her knee and traced the veins with her index finger. She settled into her soft coo of a voice, "It's nice to see you again."
Jack couldn't understand why his cock got hard every time she used this voice. Was he nothing more than a tool for her to use? He shifted in his seat and tried to prepare himself for her impending assault.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" she asked. Her blue eyes insisted that he respond.
"It's always nice to see you. How's Peter these days?" He tried to exert some control over the conversation.
"Peter is Peter. He will never be you." Her head tipped gently to the side as she spoke.
Jack marveled at her ability to play into his deep-seated desire to please her.
She squeezed his hand between hers and said, "I need to talk to you. Can you please help me out?"
She had asked for help. Jack could no more refuse than fly.
"You know I didn't mean to hurt you, don't you?"
"How can you say that? You had an affair. How much more hurtful can you get?"
She squeezed his hand, then slid her hand up his arm. The hand then dropped from his arm down to his leg. She looked into his eyes and said, "You know I did it for you."
Jack was confused. Her touch was distracting and her words didn't make sense.
"You have to admit that our marriage had gotten a little stale." She pushed her hand up his leg, testing the limits of his cock, but not touching it. "Don't get me wrong, you were always good, but we could have been better. I realized that some men, men like you, are unhappy in conventional relationships. You need more. You need to be the white knight, battling to save your princess."
"You thought I wanted to fight for you?"
"Of course I did, but you let me down."
Jack just looked at her.
"You were my valiant prince. You always came to my rescue, but just when I needed you most you weren't there."
Somehow her affair was his fault, and she was disappointed in him. He was overcome by an instinctive urge to flee but he was hemmed in. Tess sensed his panic and soothed him with her hands and calmed him with her voice. Her soft touch and smooth voice opened his mind to her strange, twisted logic.
"Jack, I want you back. Everything I did, I did for you. I thought it would make you happy."
"But, how could you think that I wanted you to be with someone else?"
"Jack, you practically forced me into it! I know you knew about it from the beginning and I also know that you liked it."
Jack shook his head, it simply wasn't true. Even though he knew that she was warping reality, she knew exactly how to bend his will and shake his resolve. He could feel his will begin to crumble.
"I miss you, and I need you. Won't you please come back?"
Jack feared that he was lost. In a few moments he would be back under her spell.
Cathryn had watched Tess lead Jack away. She ruled out direct intervention. Her two month relationship was no match for seven years of marriage, no matter how ugly the divorce had been. She decided that the best defence was a good offence and found Peter, who was alone at the bar.
Peter was a big guy. He was about Jack's age, but he had at least four inches and fifty pounds on him. He dressed in navy blue slacks and sports jacket. His hair was freshly cut and his cologne was generously applied.
Cathryn stood close enough to be inescapable, but did not look his way. The barkeep delivered Peter's drink, took her order for a Manhattan and departed.
"What is a sophisticated woman like yourself doing with this mob of youngsters?" He waved an arm in the direction of her group.
She gave an enticing smile and asked, "Who should I be associating with?"
"You need someone with some experience and maturity. Someone with a gentle hand that can guide and caress you."
"Wow, it sounds like I could really learn something from you." She turned her shoulders to face him, engaged his eyes and made him the center of her universe.
"Indeed you could."
"Do you mind if I record this? It sounds like it is going to be good." She held up her phone to catch his response.
"By all means. You should record this so that my wisdom can be preserved and cherished."
"You were saying..."
"Oh yes, of course, I was saying that a beautiful sophisticated woman like yourself should be associating with someone like me. Rather than bring you to a dull as dishwater gathering such as this, I would whisk you away to the farthest stretches of the Earth. We would dine on the finest delicacies and drink the most superb wine." He brought a pointed finger to his chest and said, "I would show you how to live."
"...and sex, would we have sex?"
"Oh, my dear, sex with me is unparalleled. These young men would do nothing more than bounce around on top of you. I would show you the joy and pleasure of sensual lovemaking. Once you have sex with me you will never want to have sex with anyone else."
Cathryn almost felt sorry for this poor pompous ass, but she kept recording anyway.
Tess felt no pity at all. She wanted Jack under her thumb and she was going to have Jack under her thumb. She stroked the side of his face and waited for his will to yield. He was born to be exploited and she was born to exploit him. There was nothing anyone could do about it.
A loud eruption of hoots and hollers broke Tess's train of thought. She looked out into the bar to see what the people were watching, but no one was watching the TVs. All of the young people were looking down at their phones. Would they ever live in the real world?
She turned back to Jack who was also looking at his phone. She was about to lash out at him when Mary interrupted.
"Tess, you'd better get Peter away from that girl."
Mary lead Tess to the bar.
Jack followed the instructions that Cathryn had texted and headed straight for her car.
"What the hell happened?" Jack asked as they drove out of the parking lot.
"I was going to ask you the same thing."
Jack hung his head. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh, I know what happened. I just want the details."
"What do you think happened?"
"She held your hand and walked you to a quiet place. She softly stroked your arm, hand and face while she made it seem like she'd never done anything to hurt you. You believed her even though you knew better. Then she asked you to do something for her. It was probably something degrading, something that you would never do with a clear head. But with her touching you, staring into your eyes and purring into your ear you were completely powerless to say no."
Jack wondered how she knew so much.
"That's textbook male manipulation. Every sleazy bitch in town knows how to do it."
"I'm so fucking pathetic."
"No, you're not pathetic. You had your defenses all set. You weren't going to the party. You didn't even reply to her invitation. I was the one that made you go. It was my fault."
She continued, "The thing you don't seem to understand is that you are genetically programmed to help people, particularly women. Once people like Tess realize that, they will take advantage of you again and again. It's like you have a handicap, except with the right woman it's a blessing."
Jack meekly smiled. "At least there's hope."
"There's more than hope. You can be that person you want to be. You just can't be it with her."
The passing streetlights created deep shadows that moved across her face as she drove. Only her dark eyes and deep-red lipstick held constant. Somehow Cathryn was becoming more attractive with each passing day. Jack wondered how it was possible that the girl at the truckstop could be so beautiful; was it the clothes or something deeper that had changed?
Jack had just laid down in bed when he heard Cathryn called from her bedroom.
"Jack, could you come here please."
She was sitting up in her bed, wearing the vintage nightgown he had seen before. She patted the bed and said, "Sit down here next to me."
He arranged his boxers so that he wouldn't be exposed as he sat.
She took his hand in hers and examined it. She touched a scar near his wrist with her index finger, then traced a tendon down to the end of his finger. "I want you to help me understand what is going on. Can you please help me?"
"Of course."
She smiled as she turned his hand over and examined his palm. "I saw Tess in action today, but I didn't get why she wanted to talk to you. Can you please tell me?"
"Please don't ask that."
"Oh, Jack, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." Cathryn had known he would be easy to manipulate, but it wasn't until she had seen Tess's merciless onslaught that she realized how strong her hold was on him. Cathryn resolved to break Tess's hold with a little manipulation of her own.
"Please, please don't."
"Won't you please help me?" Cathryn purred. Her voice was as smooth as silk. She knew that he would help. He had no choice.
She softly rubbed her hand on his. Her eyes were focused on his hand, but she was paying attention to every movement his body made.
"I don't see how this is going to help." Jack's cock surged up through the gap in his boxers. He tried to readjust himself, but she wouldn't let go of his hand.
"It's alright. Your cock is supposed to get hard." Cathryn appealed to a base desire of his subconscious. She touched his hand, his arm and his face. She nurtured his erection by touching everything but the erection itself.
Jack felt like he was lost in a stormy ocean of emotion. Waves of desire crashed over him. He wanted to please her, but was appalled at the same time. Cathryn was manipulating him just like Tess did. He had thought he could trust her, but he was no longer certain.
"Your cock got hard today at the party didn't it?"
He was silent.
"It's okay, just tell me that your cock got hard." She brush a stray hair from his face.
The sensation of her fingers on his face caused his cock to surge again.
"My cock was hard. My cock gets hard every time she touches me."
Cathryn smiled, "That's a good boy. Now tell me what you talked about."
Jack was silent.
"You're not helping me Jack. You said you would help me. Tell me what she wanted." Her hand made an excursion up his leg.
He continued to resist her gentle persuasion.
"Oh, Jack, I'm only doing this for you." She continued to caress his leg.
Jack did not want to expose any of this to Cathryn, but she was impossible for him to deny. He could feel anxiety building within himself as he said, "She wanted me back."
"But she has Peter now. I don't understand."
"She thought I wanted her to have another lover. She said she did it to make me happy." A bolt of panic struck him as the words left his mouth. His stomach wrapped itself into a knot and his whole body began to sweat. He stood up and said, "I can't do this. You have to go."
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"Of course you can."
"I won't be tooled like this, and the only way I know how to prevent it is to stay away from people that take advantage of me. You have to leave."
"Tonight?"
"No, you can find a place tomorrow." He went back into his room and closed the door.
Cathryn couldn't believe she'd been so stupid. She should have known that he would be pissed off about being manipulated and she knew that his only defence was to push her away. It was exactly what he'd done with Tess. Now she'd fucked everything up. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The next morning Jack couldn't look her in the eye. They navigated around the toaster and coffee maker like strangers at a breakfast bar.
Cathryn was tempted to apologize, but thought it would sound like she was being manipulative. She said, "Do I need to go back to Arizona, or will you still support me?"
Jack considered the question. It didn't sound like manipulation, and she needed to know. He said, "I'll support you." It was what he had committed to do, but he still felt like a sucker.
She moved in with one of the other girls from work later that day.
A couple of days later Tess knocked at the door. She burst in as Jack answered.
"Would you mind reining in your bitch?" She spit the words at him. She was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Her hair was a mess and she wasn't wearing any makeup. He had never seen her look so disheveled.
"Good morning to you too."
"Don't give me that shit. Where is the little cunt?" Tess stormed around Jack's apartment.
"What's going on?"
"Oh, like you don't know."
"Please humor me." He maximized politeness to contrast her rudeness.
"That little bitch of yours is posting six-second video clips of Peter making an ass of himself all over the internet. She started at the party and refuses to stop. I'm going to rip her fucking head off when I get my hands on her."
That explained the rapid exit from Mary's party. Jack laughed, "It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy."
"Fuck you. I would have thought that you of all people would have been sympathetic to public humiliation."
"You're horrible. It's time for you to leave." With that he pushed her out the door and said, "Give Peter my best."
She stumbled onto the grass and shouted, "Fuck you asshole!"
Jack looked down on her spread out on the grass. "You really are a sleazy bitch. How did I miss that?" The expression on her face revealed that she knew he was gone for good. He closed the door without a second look.
That evening Jack found the videos online. Humiliating was an understatement. It was bad enough that Peter was cheating on Tess and trying to bird dog Jack's girl for a second time, but he was completely oblivious to what was going on. He interpreted Cathryn's mordant smile as encouraging and he boorishly insulted everyone and everything in sight. But the saddest part was that the videos captured the real Peter.
The thought of Peter being humiliated brought a smile to Jack's face. Of course, Tess would be humiliated by association. He wondered how long it would be before Tess had someone new, and then he decided he didn't care.
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"I think mister lonely heart at table 12 is in love with you," said the new waitress.
Cathryn replied, "I should be so lucky."
"He's there every morning, and he only sits at your tables. I think he's got the hots for you." she sang in an unrecognizable melody.
Every morning Jack was there to check up on her, just like he said he would. Every morning he was there reminding her of something that could have been. Every morning she prayed for a second chance.
The morning rush had died down so she took the seat across from him. "More coffee?"
"No, thanks."
"What time do you want to leave tomorrow morning?" It was the end of her probation and the probation officer wanted to see her in person. In two days they would no longer be bound, and she would probably never see him again.
He picked her up at 10. She looked as nice as he'd ever seen her. A white sweater covered her arms and a short skirt let her legs show. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks." She was consciously as perky and attractive as she could possibly be.
They listened to the radio for the first hour, then Cathryn's phone rang and she turned down the music to take the call. She chatted for a few minutes with a boy that wanted to take her out. She was polite, but noncommittal. It wasn't five minutes before her phone rang again and she had a similar conversation with a different boy.
"You're popular now."
"I guess so. It's funny, it wasn't that long ago I couldn't get anyone, including my own sister, to pick up the phone. Now attractive guys call me day and night."
Jack gave a hollow smile, "You've come a long way."
They rode in silence for a few minutes before her phone rang a third time. This time she turned it off.
"Do you remember the conversation we had in the car after we saw last saw the judge? You were worried that you couldn't be the man I needed."
"I remember."
"Well, you were there for me. I wish I could have been there for you."
"Why would you need to be there for me? I'm the white knight. I don't need to be rescued."
"You know that's not true."
Jack drove in silence. He wanted to leave his problems buried.
Cathryn thought for a few moments. Today was her last chance, she had to make it count. She'd spent that last couple of months trying to figure out a way to address their relationship. Despite that, she was here winging it on the last day. "Tell me what happened Jack. I thought we were doing so well. We were a team at the party, but I made one mistake, one well intentioned mistake, and wham! goodbye, so long forever. Was it that horrible that I played with you? You seemed to like it when Tess did it."
Jack didn't want to have this conversation. He said, "I think I'd rather talk about your rape."
"No, you don't get to say that. I wear my rape on my arms. Whatever happened to you is buried. All I see are the consequences."
He failed to reply before she continued, "How long am I going to have to wait for you to find your way out of your prison? It will take forever if you fail to acknowledge you're in a prison."
He caught the reference to their earlier conversation, and he knew what she was driving at, but he didn't know how to answer.
"Would it really be that objectionable for me to help you?"
"I don't need your help."
"Oh right, you were doing great with Tess at the party. You'd be wrapped around her finger right now if I hadn't slimed Peter."
He knew she was right. "But you were just going to take her place."
"No, I wasn't. I just wanted to know what was going on. I just wanted to know you better. I wanted to be intimate with you."
She continued, "You could look for a thousand years and never find someone that feels the way I do about you. If you have any feelings for me at all you have to let me in." She laid her cards on the table. It was a gamble, but she figured she had nothing to lose.
Jack knew that he had feelings for her. He was surprised at how lonely he had been after she left. How did she leave such a big hole in his life after only a few months? He replayed their conversation in his mind. She hadn't touched him, asked for his help, given him big doe eyes, or spoke in a soft voice. If anything she sounded a little desperate and shrill.
He said, "You really did slime Peter. Tess kicked him out; she's got some new guy that no one likes now."
"I kind of felt sorry for Peter. He was just a pawn that we all used."
"You probably did him a favor."
Cathryn nodded; he probably was better off.
"Were you as effective with your own revenge?"
Tess didn't like to discuss anything to do with her rape, but she answered in the spirit of shared intimacy, "Well, no. He died from prostate cancer a few years ago."
Jack was sorry he asked. He shut up and drove.
When they got to Quartzsite they checked into the same room at the same motel they had stayed in before. They walked hand in hand from the motel to the best restaurant in town, which was really a bar that served decent food. Jack picked the quietest table and ordered their best bottle of red wine. He was implicitly giving her what she asked for, and he hoped he wouldn't regret it.
The waiter poured the wine, took their order then left them alone.
She raised wine glass and said, "Tomorrow you will be free of me, and I will be an independent, self sufficient woman. Here's to independence."
Jack touched his glass to hers with a tinge of melancholy resting in his gut.
"I will also finally be able to kiss you," she said with a broad smile.
"To lots and lots of kisses," said Jack with another clink of their glasses.
Cathryn clasped her hands at the edge of the table. She spoke directly, with no detectable emotion. "Do you want to tell me here, or do you want to wait until we get back to the motel room?"
Their table was secluded enough to have a private conversation. "We might as well get it over with." Jack refilled his glass then downed it in one gulp.
"I wasn't totally honest with you. After I found Tess and Peter in bed, she raced after me and caught me before I could leave. She cooed in that voice of hers, and stroked my head, arms and hands. She told me how precious I was to her, how much she loved me and that she couldn't make it through life without my help. Some part of me knew it was all bullshit, but there was another part that wanted to believe her. I stayed, like the schmuck that I am."
"The first time I caught them I'd surprised them by coming home early. The second time she wanted to be caught. She didn't even ask Peter to leave. She just looked at me from underneath him and said that she would be done in a moment and that she had something important she wanted to talk about."
Cathryn didn't want to hear the rest, but she was transfixed by Jack's gruesome tale.
"She was naked when she came out of the bedroom. She reached down, touched my cock through my pants and said that she knew I would be hard. She said that my cock told the truth and nothing I could say would change the truth. She said that I had to stay with her because it was who I am and nothing would change that. She made me kiss her and fuck her. I could smell him and taste him all over her and it happened night after night. I put up with it for a couple of months and then I moved out. A few months later we got divorced."
"She raped you."
"No, it's not like I couldn't just get up and leave."
"That's exactly what you couldn't do. You were powerless and she took advantage of you. That's rape in anybody's book."
Jack refused to accept that he'd been raped. "No, I was just weak. I let her do it."
"You sound just like a rape victim. You were raped."
Jack paused for a moment. He didn't accept that he'd been raped, so he pressed on with his explanation, "Anyway, back to you. You called me into your room and told me where to sit, just as she would have done. You touched me the way she would have touched me, and you softly cooed, just the way she did. It took me back to her in bed with him, asking me to clean up his mess. I was overwhelmed by anxiety. I just had to push you away. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? I am so sorry!"
The waitress interrupted their apologies with Jalapeno Poppers.
Jack put a full pepper into his mouth hoping the pain would be a distraction.
Cathryn thought about telling him that arousal during rape was common, that there were both psychological and physical aspects to rape, and that most male rape victims were erect during the act. But it wasn't where the conversation needed to go.
She said, "I regret asking you to tell me this."
Jack could feel the anxiety drain, "Now you know my kryptonite."
"Yes I do." She also had a much deeper appreciation of the white knight who had cared for her that night.
From there the conversation took a lighter track. Over dinner they discussed her work at the diner, an issue with the starter on the Falcon and some home improvements Jack hoped to get done.
On the way out Jack picked up another bottle of wine for the motel room. He put his arm around her and said, "I have one more thing that I want to say. Up until the night I found you, I thought about Tess sixty times an hour. Since that night, it's been you I think of."
With this Cathryn was certain she had him back. She was ecstatic.
Jack opened the door to let them in. He hadn't taken two steps into the room before she tackled him on the bed. She rolled, so that he was on top, and looked up into his eyes. "Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?"
"Ah, yes. The eternal question, what to do with a fair maiden lying on your bed. Centuries of scholars have pondered this very question." They exchanged smiles, then he touched his tongue to her lips and traced the arc of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.
He kissed an eyebrow, then traced the ridge of her nose with the tip of his. She felt his hot breath on her face and smelled the Jalapenos from dinner.
"You're trying to torture me, aren't you?"
"After all you've put me through, I think you deserve it."
She slid his shirt up over his head, then strained to kiss his neck.
He sat up and straddled her. "Are there any rules tonight?"
She started to say, 'no', but stopped herself. "Just one. I want you to touch every part of my body with every part of your body."
Jack laughed, "That could get a little awkward."
"Well, you asked."
"So, it's my fault."
"Of course, you're the guy. Everything is always your fault."
He pondered her request as he unbuttoned her sweater. "I'm going to start with the tip of my nose."
"An excellent choice." she said as she slid her arms out of the sweater's sleeves.
He sat behind her and reached around to unbutton her blouse. He slowly undid the buttons as his nose pressed against the back of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin. She arched her back to amplify the sensation as he slowly breathed. In then out. Each breath seemed to last for ever. The button's defense held much longer than she expected as his breathing marked the passing time. In then out. She could feel the blood flowing to the organs between her legs and the lubricants building up. With each breath she became more and more aroused. In then out. When the last button fell he gently slid her blouse down the length of her arms.
She thought, 'at last!' and hoped he would roll her over and take her, but he turned his attention to her bra.
He touched the tip of his nose to the vertebrae in her neck as his fingers navigated the hooks of her bra. In then out. Deep breaths through his nostrils tickled the fine hairs on her back while the pull and tug at her bra began to excite her breasts. In then out. The hooks frustrated his fingers as they blindly uncoupled the closure. In then out. Eventually, her bra went slack, and he slowly slid it off.
She wasn't going to be able to handle this. She was wet and engorged, and he still had his pants on. She wanted his cock hard inside her. She wanted to feel the fullness, the motion and the pressure. She wanted the pounding of his pelvis against hers. A shiver ran down her spine, causing a wave of tension in her vulva. She reached back and placed her hand on the crotch of his pants. His cock was rock hard. She forced him up undid his pants and ripped them off, taking his boxers as well.
He smiled as he stood at the bedside, taking in a good look at her taut tits. After gazing at her for what seemed like eternity he asked, "Would you like some wine?"
He poured wine into the motel's disposable plastic water cups. She took the cup in one hand and his balls in the other. A healthy mouthful of wine was followed by tug at his testicals and a healthy mouthful of cock. She road her lips as far down his cock as she could and then back up.
He parried her assault. He slid his dick out of her mouth and kneeled down in front of her. His face was level with hers and their noses lightly touched. Their eyes were much too close to focus. In then out. His breath washed over her face. He thought about her tattoos and bruises she had on the night they met. He dragged the back of his fingernails down both sides of her face and wondered it she had ever experienced sex with compassion and affection. In then out. He recalled his voluntary restraint the first time they had sex and concluded that it was unlikely.
He said, "This isn't a porn movie or work of fiction with an eight inch dick and F cup tits." Puffs of air splashed off her face as he spoke. "This is just you and I, exploring each other's bodies. We will come, there is no doubt about it, but relax. Let it settle on us like a sunrise rather than trying to force it to happen."
"You're driving me crazy. I'm a fucking hair's breadth from orgasm and all you'll do is breathe on me." She stood up and took off her skirt and panties. He tried to stand but, before he could, she pushed him onto the floor. She jumped on top of him and pierced her soaking vagina with his rigid penis. His cock's transit was frictionless. She ground her pelvic bone against his then extracted his penis and pierced herself again, driving her clit hard onto him. She did it again and again, rushing headlong into a glorious climax.
Jack realized that he was fighting a losing battle, so he began thrusting upwards into her, matching her verve with a vigor of his own. His hands grabbed her tight ass and he pulled at her to amplify the thrusts. In a matter of a half dozen thrusts she let out a lusty wail that was undoubtedly audible in the adjacent rooms.
She stopped thrusting and lowered herself all the way down, taking his full length inside of her. She began to move her hips in a circular pattern. "Talk to me."
He looked up at her as he assembled his thoughts. "Let's get on the bed."
"Not like that, I mean sexy talk."
"No, seriously, my back hurts. Let's get on the bed."
She laid down on the bed with her legs spread. He climbed on top of her and inserted himself into her. His back was arched and his hands were at her shoulders.
He said, "I've been looking for you for a long time." His hips moved slowly as he spoke. His penis glided effortlessly in and out. "I even gave up and married the wrong woman."
Her eyes closed.
"I can't tell you how many times I've put it all on the line for a woman, only to be totally fucked."
This was better than the 'fuck me harder' sex talk that she was expecting. She slowly pushed her hips into his and waited for him to continue.
"I vowed that I would never let it happen again. Never again would I let a woman into my heart. Never again would I play the sucker. Never again would I be totally fucked."
She opened her eyes to watch the unfolding confession. She grabbed his back with her hands and pulled herself up and onto his cock.
"And then there you were on the highway, and I had no choice but to stop."
He closed his eyes and drove his shaft deep into her vagina. A shiver ran down his spine and he did it again.
"I had no choice but to help you."
His hands dug deep into the sheets as his hips pressed down upon her. She responded by pulling her hips up into his.
"There was nothing I could do."
They pummeled at each other's pelvic bones while sliding effortlessly at each other's genitalia. She could feel the pressure building again.
He said, "Please don't fuck me."
His head dropped so that he could suck a nipple into his mouth. He nibbled at it with lip-covered teeth, then he sucked as much into his mouth as he could while an errant hand massaged the other breast. Her tits were firm and filled with youth.
She grabbed clumps of hair and held his head tightly to her. Her back arched and chest expanded to push more of her tit into his mouth.
She said, "Oh, but I'm going to."
Terror struck Jack. He thought she knew better than to tease about this.
She rolled over on top of him, firmly holding his gaze with hers. She said, "I'm going to fuck you every day, and you are going to fuck me."
Jack's fear of being fucked mixed with the ecstasy of their intercourse, his anxiety about his past relationships and the reassurance of her body next to his. Was she deliberately torturing him or did she have some other motive?
"You are going to spend the rest of your life vulnerable to me."
His pulse raced as she compelled his cock to plumb the depths of her warm, wet socket. In then out, again and again.
"You will be intimate with me."
His fear was displaced by the rush of an impending orgasm.
"You'll need me."
His cock was a slave to the beck and call of her cunt. He had no choice but to drive it fully and completely into her.
"You'll have me."
She was relentless in her persuasion.
"Love me."
His spine began to shiver as the orgasm built inside of him.
"That's the way it has to be."
His cock released with a tsunami of semen surging inside of her. His body shuddered then went slack.
He thought about what had just happened. She was right. He couldn't spend the rest of his life cowering from women. She would probably hurt him, but he didn't think she would do anything he couldn't handle.
Her face dropped to his and her lips drenched him in kisses. She laid on her side while draping an arm over his chest.
He picked up the arm and examined the tattoo.
"I hate my tattoos"
He ran his finger along her arm, "This one says, 'I don't love myself so you will never love me' and the other one says, 'I'm stuck in the past'. I think of them as the rough spots. Rough spots aren't shiny or smooth, but they do have one advantage, they are where the adhesive holds the strongest." He wrapped his hand around it and held fast.
She kissed his cheek. "Well, they're no longer accurate, but if that's where the glue sticks I'm going to keep them."
The next morning found them with her parole officer. They chatted briefly and then he had her sign a few papers. After only a few minutes he said, "Congratulations, your parole has been served."
As they got in his truck she asked, "Can we go to the spot where we first met?"
"Of course," Jack said as he headed east. It was a beautiful fall day in the desert. The cool morning air was all but gone as the midday heat began to build. Jack drove with his elbow out the window - the way it was done in the days before automotive air conditioning. He crossed the median and brought the truck to a halt facing the cinder cones.
Cathryn stood next to him as she snapped picture after picture of the two of them. In a few days she would change her profile picture to one of her kissing Jack on the cheek as he grinned like a love-struck sap. Her status would read 'Attached' and the picture's caption would read, 'The luckiest spot on Earth is 21 miles east of Quartzsite.' | null | [] | {
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*This is the last of the "Best Friends" series. I recommend you read "Best Friends 2" in the TOYS section before reading this story first. If you wish to add "chaining" to your sexual repertoire, I strongly recommend that you research the subject thoroughly before attempting it! Enjoy! – IluvAnal*
"Shit!" I swore to myself when the dogs began loudly announcing that someone was coming up the drive.
Four hours previous, I had kissed my wife, Ellen, goodbye as she and some friends were leaving for a four-day golf trip. The minute she left, I stripped and got to work painting the dining room.
I got down from the ladder, put on a pair of jockey shorts and made my way to the living room to see who had arrived. I peeked out through the blinds and saw Sarah, Ellen's best friend, getting ready to ring the doorbell. Ellen had told me that Sarah might drop by to pick up some Yoga tapes. I walked around to the other door and let her in.
"Hey George, did you get any paint on the walls?" She was obviously referring my paint-encrusted torso.
"That's why I paint naked, better than ruining clothes." I was walking to the kitchen and Sarah was following.
"Ellen was going to leave some Yoga videos out for me."
"They're on the kitchen table. She didn't think you'd be by until tomorrow. You want a cup of coffee?"
"Please. I had some errands to run, figured I swing by today. Don't let me stop you from your painting."
"I won't. You know where everything is. Fix yourself a cup and join me in the dining room." With that I left the kitchen, removed the boxers and ascended the ladder. I thought nothing of exposing myself to Sarah, she had seen me naked many times before.
"You're getting there." She said, when she entered the room. "Ellen has been talking about painting this room for a year."
"I figured this was a good day to get it done. As soon as this lousy weather breaks, I'll be spending most of my time in the gardens." I dipped the brush in the paint can and turned my back to Sarah and began painting the border between the wall and ceiling.
"What the hell is that sticking out of your ass!" She asked when she saw the chrome-plated chain link sticking out of me. The rest of the chain, two feet total, was buried deep in my bowel.
"A chain." I answered nonchalantly. Sarah had seen and placed all kinds of objects in my ass. I didn't think this was any big deal.
"A chain? What an ass slut you are!"
"That's me!" I said, proudly, dipping the brush again. "Haven't you ever played with chain before?"
"Can't say as though I have."
"You don't know what you've been missing."
"I can't believe Ellen goes along with it."
"Not in her ass, but she loves it in her vagina. I put it in her and start to play. Just as she starts to come, I pull it out. Sends her right into orbit. When I get this job done, I am going to jack off and when I come, I'll pull it out. It's the best orgasm you can have- alone."
Sarah snickered. "What a pervert you are."
"Don't knock it until you try it."
I expected Sarah to finish her coffee and leave, but she was still there long after the cup was dry. We chatted and she told me about her new boyfriend. After the string of losers she has had, this one seemed to be a decent guy that treated her well. I was glad that she finally had the opportunity to be happy, but since he had entered her life, Sarah didn't come over and play with us anymore.
Two hours after she had arrived, I put the last bit of paint on the wall. I stood back and surveyed the room. "What do you think?"
"Looks good. Ellen will be pleased," Sarah said.
"I'm ready for a cocktail. You want anything?" I asked while putting the cover on the paint can and collecting the brushes and rollers for cleaning.
"What do you have?"
"Wine, beer or rum."
"Wine sounds fine."
"Help yourself and pour one for me, too, while I clean this stuff up."
Sarah grabbed a bottle out of the closet and poured a couple of glasses. I was cleaning the brushes at the sink. She walked up behind be and gave the chain in my ass a playful tug.
I stiffened- for two reasons. First, it took a great deal of effort to keep the chain in place, I was afraid that any manipulation would cause a "chain reaction" and it would fall out before I was ready. The other thing was that I was certain that Ellen would be upset (no, down right pissed) if she knew that Sarah was playing with my ass while she was absent.
"I hope Gary likes ass play as much as you."
"You don't know?"
"I haven't let him screw me yet. And I don't want to scar him away. But, I'm so horny I'm about ready to crawl out of my skin. Seeing that chain sticking out of your ass hasn't helped either. I still can't believe Ellen goes along with you. I've known her for twenty years and I didn't think she had a kinky bone in her body."
"I hate to tell you how long we had that strapn before she would use it on me. Now, she loves it. It was the same with the chain."
Sarah drained the last few drops of wine from her glass. "Mind if I have another?"
"Help yourself."
She poured another glass, then out of the blue asked, "So, when were you planning to jerk off?"
"Whenever. I was going to reward myself for finishing the painting." I poured another glass for myself.
"Well, the painting's done." The implication of her sentence was obvious.
"You want to watch?" I knew the answer.
"Isn't more fun to have somebody else pull it out?" Well, I thought I knew the answer. She didn't want to just watch, but she wanted to participate.
"I don't think Ellen would approve. Do you?"
"Probably not." Sarah replied sadly. "But, I won't tell if you don't."
We sat and drank in silence for a few minutes. The conversation had given me a raging hardn and the testosterone and wine began to impair my judgment. "Why not." I finally said.
Sarah's blue eyes brightened.
We went into the living room, I laid down upon a towel and raised my knees so that Sarah had access to the exposed end of the chain. She took a seat between my legs.
"Ok, now how do we do this?" She asked.
I took my pole in my fist and slowly began to stroke. "When I say 'Now', you pull the chain. Pull it all out in one motion." With that, I closed my eyes and began to concentrate on what I was doing.
As the pending orgasm began to build in my balls and prostate, I increased the pumping of my prick. I felt something touch the sensitive head of my dick, but I was too close to release to investigate. My hand was moving faster and I soon felt the unmistakable touch of a tongue on my shaft and soon my hand was bumping into a pair of lips that were working my shaft in unison with my hand.
"Now!" I yelled, as the first of my semen began coursing it's way to the outside.
On command, Sarah pulled the length of chain out of my anus. My sphincter clamped down on each emerging link. Stream after stream of my cum erupted from my cock and into the woman's mouth. My hips bounced uncontrollably, forcing my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. By the time the effects of the orgasm had worn off, Sarah had masterfully gleaned every drop of semen from my shaft.
A few moments later, the full realization of what had just transpired came to me. We had definitely crossed the line.
As if reading my mind, Sarah looked at me. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist." There was nothing more to say. What was done, was done.
"It felt wonderful." I said, finally. "Thank you."
Sarah held up the slippery chain that she had pulled out of my ass. "I can't believe you have all of this in there."
"The one I use on Ellen is twice that long." I failed to mention that two feet of it was all I could ever fit in her.
"Really!" She said. "I've got to go to the bathroom." She got up and went upstairs.
I got up, poured another glass of wine and began to pick up the drop cloth from the dining room floor, all the while, trying to shake the pang of guilt I felt.
In the amount of time Sarah had been in the bathroom, I had managed to remove all of the protective masking tape from the woodwork, picked up the drop cloths and had taken the ladder out to the garage. When I got back into the house, Sarah was standing in the dining room, stark naked, holding the four foot length of chain, the tube of KY Jelly and an empty enema bottle. She had gotten into our "toy" chest.
I stood speechless at the sight. For a woman that had just turned fifty, she still looked mighty fine. Noticeably absent from the last time I had seen her naked, was the large, hairy bush that once covered her pubis.
She was the one to break the silence. "I know what you are thinking, but I'm horny and this may be the last time you get a chance to teach me the chain trick." She was right about that. If Ellen found out about this, it would be last time I would have a chance to breathe!
"What the hell. You know what will happen if Ellen ever finds out about this?"
"Believe me, I know! But, I am certainly not going to be the one to tell her."
I nodded. "Very well. Go into the living room. I'll be there in a minute." I took the empty enema bottle from her to throw in the trash. "I take it you want the works."
Sarah smiled. She had a lustful look in her eyes.
I went into the kitchen and got everything I would need- a towel, a large, plastic garbage bag and a bowl. Sarah was lying on the carpeted floor on her back.
"Pick up your butt." I ordered. When she complied I laid the bag on the floor and covered it with the towel.
"Why the plastic?" She asked.
"You'll see." I said making the rest of the preparations.
The secret to making "chaining" a pleasurable experience is making certain that there are no sharp mill marks and using plenty of lube. I took the chain, placed it in the bowl and squeezed half a tube of the KY on it. I then "stirred" the mixture until a thick layer of lubricant covered every inch of the chain.
"Are you ready?" I asked. Sarah nodded. "OK, roll over and stick your ass in the air."
When Sarah was situated, I stuck a finger in the bowl and covered it with a generous amount of the jelly. I then slowly inserted the finger into the woman's tight pucker. Her body resisted, at first, but my finger soon found it's way in- enticing a moan of pleasure. When my finger was able to move about freely, I placed another finger in along side and buried both to their full length. Within a few moments, I was aggressively screwing Sarah's ass with the two fingers-much to her delight.
I withdrew the fingers grabbed one end of the chain and inserted the first 1/4-inch thick link. Inserting chain into either the anus or vagina needs to be done very carefully to prevent pinching. I compressed the second link into the first and pushed it in. The process was continued, link by link, until I had a foot of chain inserted Sarah's greedy ass. In the position she was in, the weight of the chain kept it straight, so that it tickled the sides of the colon for it's entire length. When you insert the chain while lying on your back, on the other hand, it has a tendency to "ball up" (my preference as it puts pressure on the prostate).
I allowed Sarah to get used to the feeling, gave her three hard, open-handed spanks that elicited a screech of surprise and pleasure. I instructed her to roll over. Without the cover of hair, her bald pussy showed its arousal. Her vaginal lips were a bright pink, fully engorged and very wet. I dipped a couple of fingers in the bowl and inserted them into her wet snatch. Sarah bucked her hips to meet the invaders. I twisted my hand and rubbed my fingertips along the roof of her vagina until they found the little nubs that denoted her G-spot and gently stroked the spot. This was more for future reference than arousal. Based on her reaction, it probably would have taken only a few moments of this stimulation to send her over the edge, but for the moment, that was not my goal.
Once I was confident that I could instantly relocate her spot when the need arose, I made certain that she was well lubricated, took the other end of the chain and repeated the slow, careful process of inserting the chain- link, by slimy, silvery link past her swollen, glistening lips.
I know that the old axiom "Tiny woman, cunt as big as a bucket" doesn't hold true for all tiny woman, but it certainly applied to Sarah. When we watched the video of her and I sharing a cucumber, I was amazed at the ease with which she had impaled herself the enormous vegetable. So when I had crammed the first two feet of chain (Ellen's limit) in her vagina, I was not surprised when she rocked her hips back and the ball of chain rolled further back into her abyss, giving me room for the last remaining foot.
I studied the scene before me for a few moments. Here was a tiny, naked woman laid out on her back, knees up, her cunt full of almost three pounds of metal, a stretch of chain connecting the ball in her pussy and the other foot of chain in her ass. It was a heavenly sight and my recently drained cock was taking notice and coming back to life.
"How's that feel?" I asked.
"Wonderful," Sarah mewed. She was rubbing her right breast and pinching her nipple.
"Whenever you are ready, you can begin rubbing your clit." The words had no more escaped my lips, when her finger went to work.
"Easy, not too fast." I coached. I was watching for all of the signals that would tell me when to make my move.
She was gently rocking her pelvis, enjoying the feeling of the weight rolling around in her cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she began to increase the rhythm of her finger on her clitoris. As soon as I saw the muscles in her thigh tighten, I plunged my finger along side the chain and put the fingertip directly on her G-spot and applied pressure. My other hand grabbed the section of chain that connected the buried ends.
As soon as the first orgasmic contraction began, I pulled my finger from her G-spot, held the chain at her anus and pulled with a fluid motion, making sure that the end of chain in her ass emerged at the same time as the other end came out of her gaping snatch.
The impact of the move was instant. Her entire body tensed and heaved, an un-human scream came from her mouth (it's origin was from the very depths the chain just occupied), the walls of her vagina contracted with enough force to eject it's contents of KY and natural fluids all over her legs and my chest. Then she lost bladder control sending a forceful stream of urine all over both of us and the towel. We were a mess.
I sat between her legs and marveled at the enormity of her orgasm as it slowed from its violent beginning to more the subtle muscle twitches that gave the appearance that she was shivering. The sight, smell and sound had an arousing effect on me. I noticed my raging hardn and the puddle of pre-cum that was growing under it. Sarah was already a mess, so I decided to add to it. I raised myself onto my knees and aiming my dick at her bald mound, began masturbating. It didn't take long before I was adding my own fluids to hers, but she never noticed. When I was done, I took the palm of my hand and mixed my semen with her vaginal fluids and urine, smearing it all over her mound, belly and legs. I took my thumb and gave her clit a couple of gentle flicks, causing her to scream and squirt again.
I got up, went to the bathroom and got a wet wash cloth to clean Sarah up a bit. Previous experience with a perfectly executed "chaining" told me that she wasn't going to be moving for a while.
I wiped her up the best I could, replaced the wet towel under her with a dry one, covered her still quivering mass with a blanket and went to the shower.
"Are you alright?" Sarah hadn't moved in the ten minutes it took for me to clean up.
Her eyes fluttered open. "I'm still coming." She replied blissfully.
I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek and let her drift back to Nirvana. It was getting late and I was getting hungry, so I decided to cut up veggies and cheese for an omelet, but I would wait to cook it until she was up and about.
Sarah had been sleeping off her orgasm for nearly an hour. I was about to go try to wake her when I heard her pad into the kitchen wrapped in the blanket.
"How are you feeling?"
"Wonderful! I think I am still coming." She said groggily. "If I had known about that trick thirty years ago, I would have never gotten married."
"I'm going to cook up an omelet. Why don't you go take a shower and we'll eat."
"No thanks. I think I'll get dressed and go home. That towel was still dry."
"Different towel." I went and retrieved the sodden towel from the laundry and showed it to her."
"All that came out of me?" She said, surprised.
"Ellen always squirts when we do that, but never like you did. You pissed all over me, too!" I left out the fact that I added a little to the mix.
"You should have video taped it, because I don't remember a thing." Sarah turned and left the kitchen. I went about cooking my dinner. I was eating when she finished dressing, thanked me and left. It wasn't until I was cleaning up the dishes, that I realized that she had forgotten the Yoga videos.
I was getting ready for bed, when the phone rang.
"I totally forgot about the videos," It was Sarah.
"They're still on the table, come get them whenever you want." I replied.
"Can I get that chain at any hardware store?" I smiled at her question.
"Yes. But if you like, I'll pick up a section for you and clean it up. I have to go to the store tomorrow anyway. Five feet will cost you about ten bucks."
"If you don't mind. Susan's car is in the shop, so I have to pick her up after work tomorrow afternoon. We'll swing by around six. If that's OK with you?"
Susan is Sarah's twenty-four year old daughter. I smiled. "I'll be home by 4:30, so, any time."
"Good night."
As soon as I hung up the phone, I dug out the video camera and plugged the battery charger in. I missed one opportunity for a good video. I wasn't going to miss another. It looked like Ellen wasn't the only one that would be hitting the "links" tomorrow. | Best Friends Ch. 03 | [
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Mommy's Little Dragon
Lyella lay softly in her bed, her baby snuggled up against hir, snoring softly. Well, Ramie wasn't hir baby technically. The little dragon scooted closer to his adoptive mother, wrapping the snake morph with his two pair of feathered wings. Lyella churred softly at the gentle caresses. Shi curled her tail around his purple scaled tummy.
Hir maleness throbbed, needing attention. Ramie had a sixth sense about his mommy's arousal, or at least it seemed that way to her. Of course he might, after all he was the reason shi was a herm after all. Big, beautiful green eyes opened, peering at her, a smile coming to his muzzle. "Good morning, Mommy." the dragon purred, hugging the snake with all six paws.
"Is my baby hungry?" Lyella cooed, though 'baby' was a relative term, as Ramie was as large as Lyella was and about twice as heavy. "Mmmhmmm" the dragon murred, shifting in the bed. Unlike most dragons he had a rather short neck and blunt snout, somewhat like a cat. He also had a mane of soft navy blue hair. Ramie was covered, aside from the underbelly, with short black fur. His wings had black feathers which faded through purple to become blue at the tips. His long horse-like ears also had the same coloration, save for the soft pink interiors. A pair of short white horns jutted from his temples.
Ramie flicked out his long, forked tongue, curling it around his mother's maleness and began to suck. Lyella knew hir baby loved to suck, since he nursed on just about everything. Shi thought back to what had lead to the discovery of hir lovely dragonlet and the changes to hir body that came with him.
Shi, then entirely female, had become separated from the remains of her unit after a battle. There was almost no one left. They had fled into the swamp, where the wolphen were reluctant to tread, saying something about evil spirits. The only evil Lyella had found were the wolphen males. The better equipped and trained wolphen had slain all the males in her unit, and all those females they couldn't subdue.
She had been held down by two of the female wolphen as the biggest male ripped her armor off with his powerful claws and mated her violently. Bleeding and terrified, Lyella had managed to make a break for it, slipping into the waters of the swamp. The wolves pursued her, howling with glee at the hunt.
The little dragon had saved her life. A strange cry had rung out and the wolphen had become panicky; they suddenly looked afraid. They then turned and began to flee. Lyella had swum towards the noise, more afraid of the wolphen then anything the swamp could put against her. Anything in the swamp would just eat her.
Instead of a fearsome beast she'd found a the little dragon inside a small cave, not much larger then a newborn kitten. The dragonlet had been late born, Lyella had found it's two siblings dead just outside the nest. The little creature had trotted towards her, raising up onto it's back legs, waving four paws in the air, peering up at her longingly.
It had jumped on her, and began to lick her wounds. To Lyella's surprise they began to heal. Her cuts, scrapes, and claw-inflicted gashes faded quickly under the little dragon's tongue. Then it began to lick her where it hurt the most, where the alpha had violated her. The pain ceased, and was slowly replaced with a nice feeling.
Despite the pain having faded, the little dragon continued to lick her, nibbling her clit gently. All Lyella could do was lay back and moan as the dragon continued to 'nurse' on her clitty, she was worn out from her flight from the wolphen. The feelings from the dragon's suckling began to grow and change, before Lyella knew it, she had a six inch cock protruding from hir legs, with the entire length buried in the dragon's throat.
Shi could barely gasp as shi came for the first time, sending hir seed into the dragonlet's awaiting tummy. The snake lay there panting, blue and black scales covered with sweat from hir first loving sexual experience. Then the tiny dragon began to slip his head into hir femsex. Still too tired to resist, Lyella just gasped softly, bucking hir hips as the dragon proceeded to crawl inside hir womb.
The kitten sized dragon made only a tiny swelling in Lyella's belly with his presence. Shi curled hir tail around herself, both paws holding hir tummy as shi slept peacefully, a soft tingling drifting all over hir body.
Shi awoke the next morning to find that hir tiny bumps of breasts had grown tremendously, heavy and filled with milk, and not only that, but shi had another pair of them as well. She felt well rested, not like shi'd been in a battle and spent an entire night fleeing for hir life.
Lyella had returned to hir village, getting hir dismissal from the military when shi appeared with a bulge in hir gut. Being the only survivor from hir unit, those who weren't dead were wolphen slaves, which was just as bad. Lyella had been granted some meaningless medals, and a modest monthly pension.
The money was more then enough for hir to take care of hirself, and hir little dragon. A few months after he crawled in, the little dragon wriggled back out, twice the size he'd been. The little dragon had saved hir life, shi would care for him in return.
The snake morph had named him, and raised him as best shi could. He was kind, gentle, and shy around strangers. But Ramie loved hir very much, and shi loved him as well. Even at his current size, and the age of three, the dragon still enjoyed suckling at his mother's breasts, their milk flow only increasing over time.
Other things had also increased over time. Hir member was huge, nearly eighteen inches long and three thick, but Ramie still took it into his mouth easily. He nursed on hir cock, relishing hir seed just as much, if not more then hir milk. He had become hir mate as well, filling hir with his own member from time to time, though he wasn't quite as big as his mommy.
He would even ask hir to mate his tailhole from time to time, though truth be told he seemed to enjoy it more then shi did. Lyella preferred the soft, smooth forked tongue curled around hir big lavender shaft.
Ramie slid his paws beneath hir, cupping hir buttocks and pulling hir cock deeper into his mouth. Lyella lay back, hir paws wrapped around his ears, stroking them as he sucked hir off. He was very good at this, and he could keep hir on the edge of climax for as long as he wanted, drawing out his mother's pleasure.
Sadly they could no longer partake in one of their favorite things. A year ago Ramie had finally grown too big to be able to slip inside Lyella's femsex, and into hir womb. Shi missed the delicious weight inside hir as shi slept. It felt strange to curl up to hir baby, and have him be the same size as hirself.
The dragon snuck a clawtip into his mother's pussy, teasing and stroking hir. Ramie slid an entire finger in, then two, and then his entire paw. The act caused Lyella to moan loudly, hir juices spilling out onto hir tail. He pulled his paw from hir gushing snatch, slipping one finger into hir cunt, and the other into hir tailhole, causing Lyella to howl. He knew shi couldn't take that for long.
And shi couldn't. Within a few seconds shi arched hir back, climaxing violently from hir dual sexes, a feast of juices for hir baby to lap up, which he did in quick order. Ramie picked hir up, laying his mother on his belly, wrapping her with his wings, hugging hir to his chest. "Oh goddess! That was incredible, Ramie!" Lyella gasped.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mama." he cooed softly, hugging hir with all four forepaws as well. "I have a surprise for you, Mama." the dragon said with a smile. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?" Lyella asks.
"I'll show you." he purred, rolling hir onto the bed and sliding off, standing on his hind legs. "I've found out what these are for." he said quietly, indicating several patches of shiny scales on his belly, chest, and tail. There were also spots of them all over his front forelegs, his hips, and down above his sheath.
"Well what are they for?" Lyella asked, curious. "Roll onto your belly and face away from me." Ramie asked, his mother grinning and following his request amusedly. "Well, ok, but what are you going to do?" "Just watch!" Ramie says happily.
Lyella felt a sudden warmth on the tip of hir tail, and found Ramie's paws gripping hir body. The warm feeling began moving quickly up hir tail. She looked back to see Ramie pulling hir... into himself? He stood on his hind legs, lifting Lyella into the air, then letting hir go.
The snake morph suddenly found most of hir body inside hir dragon, everything below the neck inside of him, hir head poking out of his chest just above the breastbone. Shi could feel hir tail down inside his own, and hir legs bunched up inside his. "Now, slip your arms straight out to the sides." the dragon said, amused. Lyella did so, and found hir arms and paws inside Ramie's central legs.
"Do you like it, Mama?" the dragon asked, looking down at the blue and black reptile. "It feels nice and warm, like an allver hug. "But I, uh... I can't move." Lyella wriggled, trying to get free, but to no avail. "You're not supposed to be able to." Ramie purred, laying down on the bed.
He placed his paws behind Lyella's head, tilting hir gaze downward. Shi gasped, able to see hir own scales through the wet looking patches of transparent scale. Ramie stroked his mother's light lavender hair gently. "Don't be scared, it's just like my being inside of you: soft, warm, wet, unable to do much more then wiggle."
Ramie rubbed a claw over the patch of scales where Lyella's breasts appeared, their size distorting the dragon's underbelly a bit. The snake shivered, as it was like shi could feel through the scales. "I... felt that. Like I was a part of you." Lyella says, astonished.
The dragon chuckled, the shaking jiggling Lyella around a little. "That's because you will be soon." he says, petting Lyella gently. The snake herm wriggled, trying to pull free, but found shi couldn't. "Let me go! C'mon, this is no time for jokes, this isn't funny!" shi howled.
He just nuzzled hir head gently with his snout. "It's a part of my life cycle, to take a female like this. We'll become one body, male and female. It's the only way to reproduce without a dragoness."
Ramie continued to nuzzle and pet hir. "It won't hurt, I'd never hurt, you, Mama. You fed me, took care of me, kept me warm and safe inside you. Now I'm going to do the same for you." The dragon licked hir softly.
"But I don't WANT to be a part of you!" shi pleaded, beginning to cry. "Ssssh, sssh, sssh. Don't be frightened, it's not going to hurt at all. It'll feel wonderful. Haven't you ever dreamed of being a big, strong dragon? Haven't you ever wanted to feel what it's truly like to fly, not just ride? Our belly is going to feel so wonderful filled with eggs. Won't it feel great to have tiny dragon suckling from you again, wriggling sweetly inside you? Hmm?" he cooed in hir ear, placing a paw on the patch of scales above hir crotch.
Lyella closed hir eyes. He was right. Shi did think it would be wonderful to have a belly full of hatchlings, having tiny dragons nursing from hir. "What, are you giving up, Mama? You still get to be with me, we still get to mate and play with each other. I'll always love you, Mama." he purrs.
The snake herm yelped as something warm and wet pressed against hir tailhole. "Sssh, this is the first part of our joining. Just let me in, Mama, it'll be ok. " he said, running his tongue over hir cheek. She gave a little bit of resistance out of instinct, but relaxed, letting the probing tentacle like part of Ramie inside.
Shi could feel a sweet tingling inside hir body, causing her to moan softly. "What's happening?" shi asked in curiosity. "I'm absorbing nearly all of your organs, you won't need them. I breath for you, I eat for you, my heart pumps enough blood for both of us. But you can still breathe, and you can still eat, you're just linked to me. The parts of your body that are no longer needed will vanish, used as fuel for our fusion."
Lyella shivered, Ramie was basically eating most of hir alive. Feeling hir anxiety he attempted to calm hir. "You'll be ok, you don't feel any pain, do you?" "No." Lyella admits. "Just relax, this is going to feel kind of tingly at first..."
Dragon and serpent gasped as their nervous systems linked. Lyella could feel Ramie's powerful body, his paws, his wings, his tail. The delicious full feeling of hir presence inside him. Hir own arms, legs and tail fusing with his own, adding their muscle mass to his own. The transparent patches of scales dissolving as hir own skin replaced them.
Shi could feel a strange feeling spread across places of hir... their body. "Wh-what is that?" shi asked, more curious then frightened now. "The last of our changes, one I'm sure you'll enjoy."
"What's thAAAAAAH!" shi gasps, feeling hirself filled with dragoncock. "Prehensile, large cock." Ramie said, smiling. "Mmmm, so that's what it feels like for a female." the dragon purred. Lyella could only gasp, feeling cock and cunt simultaneously. "Oh Ramie, this feels so... so... mmmm!"
"Yes, Mama, it feels wonderful." he said, bringing all four forepaws up to stroke their breasts. Ramie began to growl softly, Lyella could only gasp at the overwhelming sensations of their body. Dragon and serpent howled as they climaxed, Lyella's body filling with seed, femcum gushing from around the serpentine shaft, and even more seed spilling onto their belly from Lyella's cock.
"Can you feel it, Mama?" Ramie purred, petting hir softly. "The tiny dragon lives beginning to grow inside of us?" "I can!" exclaimed Lyella. "It feels soooo good. Thank you, Ramie!" The dragon's central legs wrapped around their body. "You're learning so fast, Mama, thank you for the hug." he purred, his tongue stroking Lyella's final change, a pair of short white horns jutting from hir temples. | null | [] | {
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Backwoods by H. A. Kirsch
Warning: this is gay porn.
Featuring Stan ("Strake Was Here", "Stan Gets Fucked") and Clyde (the Hawk stories "Under the Devil's Eye" and "Force of Nature"). Not a hardcore thing like my usual style. Well, not hardcore kinky. A bit of leather stuff, aye.
The setting is a real place, too.
Stan woke up to pounding on his front door. The doberman grumbled and trudged from bedroom to living room to peep hole; there was a tiger standing on the front porch. Sleeveless teeshirt that said "ZILDJIAN" in weird script, cowboy tooled belt and a big buckle, faded-knee jeans, work boots. The tiger was uniquely red and black instead of orange. The dog tucked himself to the side and opened the door to the chain.
"What the hell, Clyde?"
"Howdy."
"Why are you an hour early?"
The tiger pulled out his cell phone. "Looks a lot like 6:30 t'me." He pushed it back into a pocket, push being the right word. The tiger's jeans were a snug fit. "Now, alla Lainsville had a power blip right 'round midnight, probably horsed up your clock. You ain't ready, that's okay. Go on an' do whatever. I got me some coffee an' donuts to wake up with."
Stan smiled, barely. He was still squinting. "Okay. You can come in, my stuff's in this big suitcase here." The dog opened up the door and gave a big fabric suitcase a thump with the side of his foot. "Lemme shower and we can hit the road." The doberman then made his way back to the bathroom, straight for the hot water. A solid five minutes later, Stan towled himself off then went for his clothes, carefully peeking out to make sure the tiger wouldn't see him half-naked.
Once he had his boots and jeans on, the dog snatched up a list from the fridge and bit it in his teeth, then scurried around the apartment putting his tank-top on. The tiger was no longer there, and neither was the luggage. The dog ran around the apartment, going down the list, then swiped his hat and ducked out into the morning. He ducked back in, grabbed his denim jacket, then headed for the big Chevy truck parked on the street.
"Fuck, it's cold. What the hell's up with the weather around here?" He groused, climbing up into the cab.
"Gonna wake up with icicles drippin' off your balls up in Michigan. Had a fuckin' frost last night, saw it on the weather page." The cat started the truck, the turbine kicking up to a soft whine. They lurched off in gear, the big cat's hand going from dash to donut box. "Got some caramels for ya."
Stan took one and munched. "How'd you know I like caramel donuts?"
The red tiger shrugged. "Trash bin's at your office's got th'boxes all the time. Now you ready for some work? My kinda vacation ain't pettin' the sand with your ass atta beach."
"I don't like being a tourist. Just as long as I don't have to shit in the woods. I shat in a patch of poison ivy once when I was a pup."
The cat grinned. "Naw, you just gotta shit in a box on top of a hole in the woods."
Stan met Clyde Barrows when the cat came in to his job to pick up a truck in the dead of winter and the receptionist was unexpectedly off-duty. Something about a mange outbreak at school. Clyde was in charge of transport dispatch at his father's farm, Barrows Agriculture; the name was on every milk jug in Lainsville. Stan worked as a mechanic at Hopswith Truck and Tractor on the far edge of town, and had personally overseen the reconstruction of the finnicky guts of the very truck he handed over the keys for.
The doberman almost screwed up all the paperwork. Clyde was something else. Not especially large for a tiger - the cat was a bengal - but his fur was a shocking deep red and he was a solid pack of muscle. About seven feet tall, barrel chested and always wearing a shirt and jeans that seemed too small, with a dumb-ass redneck accent. Stan had been very glad he was standing behind a counter when they first met, because his cock was leaving a drool spot by the time the cat trudged out.
Stan figured he was never going to see the tiger again, but sure enough, he popped up at the local gym. Clyde could apparently bench-press Stan's entire body weight with just one arm; the dog was only there to do laps in the pool. The two turned into gym buddies; they were both into racquetball, which gave Stan a great excuse to wear a cup so the tiger didn't see Stan carrying around a dog bone.
Five months later and a year after Stan moved to Lainsville from Kentucky, Clyde happened to mention he was going on vacation for two weeks. Stan could sorely use a vacation. Daniel Hopswith, owner and proprietor of the truck shop, was a hard-ass. When Stan climbed into Clyde's truck, he was in for a 900 mile drive all the way to the upper peninsula of Michigan.
Stan hated driving, and relished being able to enjoy a trip without being in the driver's seat for once. The only problem was, he was bored stiff. Plus, there was a hulk of a tiger next to him. At least they both liked rock.¬
"You doin' alright, dog? Figured you'd knock off or somethin', but you look all troubled up," the cat said out of nowhere, somewhere in the middle of Ontario.
"Huh? I'm just thinking. I guess I'm thinking about crummy stuff."
"Well now, you better not be all sour for the next two weeks. Ain't no way to spend some time off."
The dog sighed and shifted in his seat, kicking at the floor mat with a boot heel. "Naw. Nothing really going on. I was just thinkin'. I'm fine. Just let me out to piss on a tree every few hundred miles."
What Stan was thinking: First, that the cat's crotch always looked seriously packed, almost as if the cat had a perpetual hardn. Clyde also seemed to sweat, which left him damp there. It made Clyde think about another tiger he'd run into, and that made him think about his sex life, and that made him feel the resigned sadness that led to his conversation-piece facial expression.
To get the thought to go away, Stan reversed his train of thought until it was back on the tiger's crotch. Luckily, he had his hat and coat sitting square on his lap.
Clyde's cabin was not only in BFE Upper Michigan, but it was on an island. Moose Island was a small town, serviced by ferry, with a shopping district made up of a blinking stoplight and numerous little resorts along the coast. ¬To top that, the actual cabin was on yet another island, Pike Island in Clark Bay, on the southwest side. Clyde's end of the island pointed right out to open Lake Huron, while the frontage aimed at Moose.
Sleeping in tents would have been just a little more rustic. No electricity except for a generator; no running water except for a powered water system that Clyde described as, "A steamin' pile of horse-shit, that's what,"; an outhouse whose door had to stay open to let the smell out; bottled gas which had to be hauled in a boat one mile over water from the bay's marina.
They pulled up in Clyde's Boston Whaler, emphasis on the pulling; it took both dog and tiger to keep the boat against the dock against a steady breeze. "Hope you ain't gonna freak out up here," Clyde said, looping rope on a post. "Ain't no one around 'cept birds an' squirrels an' maybe some coy-yotes. Well shit, you're a dog, you go out an' howl with them sometime."
"Naw, I'm alright with this kind of place. Nice and quiet. Middle of nowhere. I ain't going to Disney World for fun. I want to get away from people." Except tigers.
The cabin smelled a little musty, like dust and pine and kerosene. Stan immediately sneezed, then got out an allergy spray and huffed it up his nose. He looked around the cabin; it was a simple A-frame, with only three 'rooms'. A great room that had the dining and living space, a bedroom, and a kitchen. The space up above the bedroom and kitchen was a loft that overlooked the rest.¬
"Aww crap, it'll get better when it airs out..." ¬Clyde said, frowning at the sniffles.
"New places always make me sneeze," the dog said. Stan peeked into the bedroom. Two double beds. Just the sight of a mattress, unlined with linens yet, made him yawn. "Shit. I didn't even drive and I'm about to pass out."
"All the nice, fresh air, huh? Urrh, and mildew, I guess. Now, you can go an' sleep up top there, but I gotta warn you, if it gets kinda warm out you're gonna bake in your fur." Clyde pointed up to the loft. "I don't snore much or sleepwalk or nothin', so you're welcome down here."
Clyde strode into the bedroom and rummaged around in the closet, then came out with a little camp lantern that barely lit the room. The big cat rummaged around in the closet again and came out with an armful of blankets, dumping them on a mattress, then fetched pillows.
"You don't have to... I mean I can make my own bed-"
"Now look, Stan, you're a house-guest. I got this place, I'm gonna let you have some relaxation." The tiger stuffed the sheet on, then spread out a few blankets. "Get some shut-eye, we gotta open up in the morning."
Stan kicked off his boots, then his jeans, and sprawled out under the sheets. Despite the nose-stinging must and the completely alien surroundings, he was out like someone had beaned him on the head with a rock.
The dog woke up after a dream, startled fully awake. In the dream, he had been taking a piss, but everywhere he did it, he still had to go. He immediately looked down at the sheets, and was relieved to find only his erection making a lump. It had been just a dream. Except for the having to go part.¬
He looked over and spotted the tiger, asleep on his back with his head rolled to the side. Clyde had a similar hardn, his making a big curved tent under the fabric. Stan looked away, then got up and put his pants on, carefully padding around the bedroom. He found a flashlight, glowing with green nite-glo tape, and headed outside.
It was cold, but not nearly as cold as he'd been expecting. The air had a damp clamminess that suggested a warm front, maybe rain. He felt a shiver from having to walk out back near the outhouse in the dark, unable to shake some little human fear of the dark. He pulled out of his pants, and started spraying around the base of the tree. It wasn't easy; like the fear, he couldn't shake the image of the heavy-sleeping cat with the swollen, hidden erection.
After a good two minutes of stop-and-start, Stan sighed with relief and leaned on the tree. He replayed the image in his head, watching as the sleeping cat's brawny chest rose and fell half-exposed, muzzle parted now and then. He applied a little imagination, watching as the cat grew his erection from nothing, a lump appearing in the sheet, tail twitching and swaying as it nearly touched the floor.¬
The doberman shook his head and tried to clear it up. Thanks to the fantasy, he was more than just hard; he was wide awake. He thought about going back, but what if the cat saw him? What if he couldn't sleep? What if he came in his sleep, sheets around his ankles, groaning and whimpering as it splattered all over?
He reached down and smoothed over his shaft, then started to tease the knot. He squeezed and tugged slightly, shuddering and leaning back against the tree, careful to keep from brushing a leg against the piss-wet bark. He imagined sliding under the sheets with Clyde, feeling all that short tiger fur brushing against him. He imagined rubbing against the cat's big pecs, face stroking the muscle, then reaching back to lift the cat's cock. He imagined sitting back, and just as the thought of the fat shaft entering him came up, he throttled his knot and seed started spitting out of his cock. He clamped his muzzle shut with a hand, hips bucking forward, seed flinging out of the tip of his cock and landing in lines on the ground.
The headrush of orgasm died away, leaving Stan with a gaping hole in his consciousness. Doubt and anxiety rushed to fill it. What if Clyde came out to the same spot to piss? How could he get rid of the smell? The doberman sighed and trudged back to the cabin, carefully coming back inside, padding silently back to the bedroom. He scuffed his feet clean on the rug and then tucked back into bed. One look over towards the tiger showed no signs of awakening; Clyde was all but snoring, deep huffs swelling and contracting his body.
No longer burning with desire, Stan felt sleep overtaking him again despite the roaring silence. He rolled away towards the window, bundled himself up in the musty sheets, and disappeared.
Stan woke with a start, ears jerked forward. Had there been some kind of sound? The opposite bed was empty, sounds and smells coming from the kitchen. The dog went to pull his pants on, but found he hadn't even taken them off after his excursion. Drowsy, he got up and put on his denim jacket, then wandered into the kitchen.
"Sorry, bowl fell outta th'cupboard there," Clyde said, pointing a thick finger in the direction of the offending object, now sitting on a cluttered counter.
"Nah, about time I got up anyway," Stan said, peering over into the skillet Clyde was working. Eggs. Bacon was already draining on a pile of paper towel, toast sitting on a flat griddle. "Looks good."
"Gotta get some go in us, bunch of work today. Gotta put in the water line, get the damn fridges started, maybe see 'bout the cranky-ass generator thing." Clyde sounded completely unfazed by his task at hand. Stan nodded, then wandered out of the obscenely tiny kitchen and had a seat at the dining table. Looking in the door, he pretty much just saw red and black stripes.
"So why do you have a cabin up in BFE Michigan, again? On a fucking island?" Stan asked, looking at a few knicknacks on the table. Pudding-stone coaster, agate and glass decorative dish.
"Buddy of mine, big ol' nasty wolf, bought a cabin up here. Long story why. Came up with him, thought hell, nice little town place. Saw it was for sale..."
"Are you kidding? You just bought a cabin for the hell of it?"
"Wasn't too much. 'Sides, uh, kinda got a little plan. Maybe gonna take over at the marina-thing for th'bay. I'll run that story later. Here we go, let's stuff things in our damn pie-holes for now."
The first mental image that Stan got when he heard "Stuff things in our damn pie-holes" was not food. He squeezed his legs together. Clyde came out with two big plates holding a couple Texas-thick toast slices, three eggs, five strips of bacon each. Stan gladly took his and dug in. Despite having done nothing but sit in a truck for hours on end, lift some stuff, then sleep, his stomach felt like a black hole.
Halfway through his second piece of toast, Clyde piped up. "So... uh, Stan, if you gotta take care of anythin', you don't gotta go outside."
Stan stopped chewing with a piece of bacon sticking out of his muzzle, ears swept back. "What?"
Clyde inserted the rest of his toast, talking with his mouth full. "Said, if you gotta take care of yourself, you don't gotta go outside an' do it in the shitter or on a tree or whatever. I ain't gonna watch. Just say somethin' and I'll roll over."
The doberman found his appetite completely destroyed, only chewing on the bacon so he didn't end up drooling all over the table. "Uh, hmm, uh, sure, I guess."
"Just y'know, wanna make you feel at home. You ain't gotta fold up a napkin on your lap or ask all nice t'get some salt sent down there. If you're all riled up, just, uh." The tiger left it at that, returning to his food. The conversation didn't restart.
After breakfast, Stan milled around in the bedroom, hauling his suitcase up onto the bed. He dug around inside. Clyde walked in, holding one of the dog's flashy sharp-toe boots. "You gonna tromp around up here in these things? Gonna wreck a fancy pair of boots."
The dog felt a swell in his crotch. Was it Clyde? Was it Clyde fondling his Sendras? "Uh, well, no, that's dumb. I got these." He pulled out a pair of decidedly worn over-calf combat boots. Then, he went about pulling them on.
"Whew, you an army dog?" Clyde said, eyes fixing on the black, laced leather.
Stan laced up one, then started on the other, crunched over. "Naw. My brother. Well, he used to be. Got out on disability."
"Hurh," Clyde said, leaning on the curtained bedroom doorway. The wood creaked slightly at his bulk. "That why you got his boots?"
"Funny thing is, it was just a real nasty wound. Chest shot. He was okay, but they sent him home. Two weeks later, bus sneaks up on him, he turns and jumps outta the way. Uh, well, maybe like three quarters of him jumped." At this description, the tiger winced, tail curling up against the curtain and twitching with feline shiver. "After he gets out of physical therapy, wheelin' around, he says, 'here, you get my boots.' Just gives 'em to me. Figured I gotta wear them, you know? Not like he can anymore."
Clyde had a strange look on his face, his typical droll interest mixed with genuine brain stirring. He pushed off from the door. "Well now, guess that puts me out for a little dip in th'lake. Wouldn't wanna have you wreck 'em trompin' around out there. Besides, big cats love the cold water."
The tiger wasn't being facetious. He tore down to his boxers - something that was more reasonable as the cold snap was giving way to an alarming warm front - and waded right in at the rocky shore. "Aww fuck!"
"Are you okay?" Stan was standing by a metal pipe, holding a pair of pipe wrenches. Clyde waded over to where he'd tossed a black waterhose into the cold of Lake Huron.
"Damn cold!"
"I thought you liked it?"
"Still damn cold!" Clyde ignored the hose for the time being, and waded out until his boxers dunked. Instead of a yell, he let out a roar. The sound was loud enough that Stan had to flick his splinted ears back, then pin them to his head. "Don't you mind that. Unh, now you gotta put that end'f that black tube thing on th' brass check valve..." The tiger started to instruct. Stan held up the two components. "Uh-huh! An' you screw it on real good. I gotta hold it down here so it ain't gonna flop around."
The doberman did as instructed, wrenching the two pipes together. The water hose was really more like a really long plastic pipe, and sure enough, as he started cranking, it slipped out from where Clyde had been standing on the end and ¬rose out of the water. The red tiger wasn't looking, and the metal valve end swung over and whacked him in the balls.¬
"Hey! I ain't said t'start screwin-" Clyde started to yell, then tilted sideways. The yell turned into a wicked snarl as the tiger went down, crashing into the water. He actually sunk under, a foot rising out and sending a flick of spray out over the surface. The water kicked up, then Clyde rose out of it, fur pinned down by the water. "Son of a bitch!"
Clyde came out of the water, but his boxers didn't. The fabric fell off his left thigh and floated around on the surface. Meanwhile, Stan got a very clear look at the big cat's pendulous, uncut cock. "That's gotta be seven inches soft," bounced between Stan's ears.¬
"Shit! Sorry about that! Are you okay!"
"Fell over!" the tiger yelled back, and started wading for the shore. "Landed on some damn zebra mussels! Fuckers are sharp!"
Stan found it hard not to look at the tiger's crotch as Clyde made his way out of the water. The cold had the feline's balls snugged up tight, and the shaft even looked like it was starting to get hard. Before Stan could really orient himself to any kind of arousal, he happened to glance down at a rock by the cat's big foot. The white limestone was being splattered red. "Oh shit, you're bleeding!"
Clyde looked down, eyes going wide. He lifted up his hand; there was a new stripe a couple inches long about five inches up from the wrist. "Fuck."
Stan whipped his shirt off and ran up, almost sending himself flying into the water as one of his boots skidded on an algae-slicked rock. Before Clyde could tell what hit him, Stan had the fabric wound up painfully tight around the tiger's wrist. "C'mon, let's go up to the cabin, see if that's real bad or just kind of bad."
The tiger looked stunned and upset, tail bristled with thick spikes of wet fur. He followed without a word, trudging wet up to the porch. Stan rummaged around in the house, frantically digging through unfamiliar closets and cupboards, assembling a few bath towels and an armful of first aid supplies. When he got back out onto the porch, Clyde was sitting on one of the deck chairs with a dull stare. The white shirt bandage had a big red blotch.¬
"Okay, off with it. Lemme see how bad it is." Stan actually had to remove the shirt forcibly, no easy task with the way Clyde was clutching it onto his wrist. The gash welled with a little blood, but not the outpouring from before. "Not that bad. No need to uh, run to the hospital. Or take the boat to the shore to the ferry like a hundred miles or whatever it is up here."
"Uh-huh," Clyde said, trembling.¬
"So, first, we gotta clean this off." Stan uncapped a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and dumped it out all over the wound. The cat grunted, but there was no telltale fizz. ¬"Oh, shit. What the hell? It's not expired... maybe it froze or something." Stan set it aside and grabbed a bottle of betadine. "Well, big guns. This is gonna hurt." He opened the lid and squirted it right along the gash. Clyde's fur started to stick out - damp as it was - and the cat snarled, backing the deck chair up until it wanged into the side of the cabin. The tiger was beyond words for a moment, clutching at his arm. After a solid minute, out came a sterile gauze packet, quickly dotted brown by the disinfectant.¬
"You, uh, know what you're doing," the tiger said, swallowing. Stan looked up, concerned. "Naw, I mean, you... you do."
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I can't do this for the rest of my life."
Clyde made a face. "Man."
"You wanna keep making that face? You're gonna need it, this numbing shit hurts," Stan said, and doused the wound with a frosting of the spray. Clyde yowled out, arm flexing up hard, muscle cording up under the damp fur, down his thighs, across his chest, up his neck. Stan stared at it, fearful that the red cat would piston him in the chest, awed by the moment of sheer ferocity. Clyde groaned and slumped down against the deck chair after a few more seconds.
"Ungh. Kinda going numb now. Guess it's working." Clyde sighed. "So how'd you end up messin' around inside truck engines an' shit?"
Stan put on a pair of oversized plastic gloves and took out a tube that said "Liquid Stitches". "Went to a guidance counselor at the school. Said, 'I don't think I wanna do this, I got freaked out.' He just looked me right in the eye and said, 'Maybe you just wanna fix stuff.' Well, I guess I do." Stan squeezed a bead of clear stuff on the wound, then squeezed it shut. Clyde looked away and flinched while the dog held on. "Hell, I love fixin' stuff. It's great. No blood unless I bang my knuckles."
"Wait, uh, if you gotta put some kinda glue on me, shouldn't I be gettin' all sewed up?" Clyde said, peering at the red line that used to be bleeding.
The dog shook his head. "Naw. I've used this stuff before. If it gets all infected, we gotta go off to a clinic. There's a clinc, right?"
Clyde nodded.
"Good. Well, I guess you're all good. I can't believe you sliced your arm on a zebra mussel," the dog grinned, and handed a towel over. His usual anxiety was quelled for a moment at the pride of accomplishment. Large, brutish animal felled by injury, made well by dog. "So what else do we gotta do today?"
"Finish th'damn water line, start the fridges, maybe fix that damn water pump unless you wanna grow real big upper arms, cut up some wood, some bear got into the bar-bee-que an' we gotta fix that..."
Stan just whistled.
The tiger had a mini TV, which Stan watched while Clyde was turning a few steaks over on the re-assembled grill. The weird weather was explained by some unusual early-season tropical disturbance that had run into Texas and hurtled on up to the Great Lakes. The cold snap was busted by a warm snap, which had some kind of cold front inside it, in between really warm and not so warm but not so cold. Stan tried to figure out exactly what the weather forecaster was saying; he had a strong Upper Michigan accent and didn't seem to have the poise of a regular newscaster. Plus, the picture kept freezing.
Picking up the TV, Stan went out into the back yard, walking around until the picture cleared up. Against his logic, he had to lean right up against a large tree. While the weatherman blabbered on about Severe Weather Potential and late-night small-crafts advisories, the doberman leaned and watched Clyde tend the grill. The tiger had all the subtlety of a brick wall. Clyde reminded Stan of another tiger the dog had met, but without the extreme personality deficit. Where the other tiger had been a supreme prideful jerk, Clyde was just stoic and no-nonsense.
The red cat was also approaching. "We gonna get twisters or somethin' with all this muggy air?" he said, coming up the path and past the doberman.¬
"I guess there's a storm watch tonight. Maybe early morning. That's kinda odd for bad weather, ain't it?"
The big cat shrugged as he stood up to a tree. Stan's ears swept back when he realized what the tiger was doing. Both hands disappeared in front of the cat, followed by the dull pop of metal buttons through denim, then an intake of breath, then a groan and the hiss of urine splattering on the ground. Stan instantly grew hard, the image of the tiger's hooded cock entering his mind, attached to a thick body, pissing like he had no cares.
The dog turned around before he was spotted and started waving the TV around, as if it wasn't working right. "Never seen a waterspout. Plenty of tornados," he said. Ears still back, he clearly heard the cat's flow waver, then turn to a few squirts, then the rustle of heavy denim and the crack of sticks as the cat turned and came back. Instead of going to the grill, Clyde stopped at the cabin, coming out wiping his hands. That made Stan feel a little better inside; that other tiger surely wouldn't wash his hands after taking a piss.
Stan's day had been packed. He ended up finishing the waterline, with instruction from Clyde, then spent the better part of it literally tearing the generator apart. The engine hadn't been maintained by the previous owner, and by late afternoon it was puttering along quite well. Stan had needed a bath, which he took in the frigid lake; thankfully, Clyde busied himself with something else. Stan had been afraid of the cat showing up just in time to see a very naked dog emerge from the cold water.¬
Dinner was more than satisfying; despite literally being meat and potatoes, the steak was perfectly seasoned - if a little rare - and Clyde had some magical recipe for home fries. Then, more work. Clyde dug around for all the extra boat rigging for the Boston Whaler that ferried them back and forth to the mainland, lashing the craft up well enough to survive a hurricane. Stan, who was going around with brush trimmers, came out onto the dock for a break.
"Wow. Got enough rope?"
Clyde paused, crouched next to one of the dock posts. "Always kinda freak about this stuff gettin' away in a storm," the cat replied.
Stan looked out around the bay. It was shockingly quiet in terms of other people; no boats going by, no jet-skis, no shore fires. Out towards the lake, the horizon was covered in clouds. The light dimmed out a little as the sun blotted out behind one. "Yeah, I guess that'd suck."
"So you like this place so far? Or a lil' too rough?"
The dog completed his 360. "Kinda quiet. But I like it. Never been much for city kind of stuff. Even Lainsville's a bit too uh, bustling?"
"Well, we got a one-stoplight town up here. Well maybe two, it's kinda in two pieces. I mean like, over there." Clyde pointed a thick finger towards the 'mainland'.¬
"That's just about right," Stan grinned, and went back shorewards.
Stan was completely beat, but as soon as he dropped into bed, he couldn't sleep. Once Clyde was settled in, after all the bed creaks and rustling, it was painfully quiet. Every so often, the trees bustled outside in a little breeze, but no surf crashed against the rocky shore. The dobie drifted along, slowly approaching half-awake, then the dizzying swirl of sleep, only to stir for some reason. Maybe it was a sound from across the room; even though Clyde didn't thrash around, the tiger made noise simply by virtue of being large and lying in a shoddy bed. Maybe it was something outside, the eerie rush of a breeze through aspens, the occasional squeak of boat rigging or water-slap on the hull.¬
Unlike Clyde, who stayed in the same position for tens of minutes at a time, Stan couldn't stay put, rolling over and over. Finally, he sat up and grabbed for a bottle of water on the floor, slugged, then lay back down.
"Kinda hard t'get used to up here, huh?" came a low, pillow-muffled growl.¬
"What?"
"Th'quiet. It ain't loud up here. No cars, no boom systems, no sirens, no shit."
Stan shrugged against the sheets. "I guess so." He looked over to Clyde, the tiger facing the wall, pillow clutched under his head, tail lying along the sheets. Every so often, the tip curled up, then down, or perhaps the whole thing moved enough to droop off the bed and then rearrange itself. Stan found it hard not to look at the red and black tail. All his stub ever did was itch and wiggle back and forth.¬
"I uh, I gotta apologize for this morning," Clyde said, rolling over just enough that he could look upwards, craning his head around. Stan felt water pour down his spine, fur trying to prickle up. Not only were Clyde's yellow eyes just black pools in the dark twilight, but there was only one thing the tiger could be referring to. "I'm damn scared of blood. Bet you thought you were gonna get all sliced up tiger-style."
Stan's ears perked. That wasn't what he was expecting. "Oh. Oh! ¬Yeah, no problem. I'm kinda surprised I did a good job... does it still hurt or anything?"
"Kinda hurts inside, all weird. But it ain't bleedin' or nothin'." The tiger felt at his bandaged wrist. "You sound all funny 'bout somethin'."
Stan sighed. "Naw, it's nothin'."
"C'mon, I don't want you thrashin' around tryin' to sleep. You eat somethin' funny? Water ¬up here sometimes ties you up in knots for a few days. You need a lil' nightcap or somethin'?"
The dog chuckled. "No, no, I just thought you were gonna say something else."
Clyde was quiet for almost a minute. Stan felt stupid, ears hot, and rolled to face away, looking out the window. He thought he saw the horizon above the trees flicker faintly. The tiger finally piped back up. "Oh. Well... now, Stan, you're just m'guest. You know, I want you all comfy about stuff. I don't want you goin' out to shiver your balls off just 'cuz you got wound up in a dream or somethin'."
Stan listened, head swimming. It was impossible that someone was actually saying this to him.¬
"I ain't gonna look if you wanna do that. Hell, I'd go upstairs or go fix a snack or somethin' if you said so. Or you could go upstairs, but I tell you, it kinda echoes up there."
"I just don't really know what to say. I mean, thanks," Stan said, clutching at the sheets. "Just kind of a weird thing to say."
Clyde shifted more, the bed clunking hard against the far wall. "Naw, it ain't really. I ain't all tabboo and shit. It don't matter what you like, you got balls, you wanna work 'em. Maybe you think about givin' some busty girl a pearl necklace-"
"I don't really think so," Stan laughed.¬
"Okay, well, maybe you think 'bout a lil' dip in the pudding."
"Dip in the pudding?!" The dog rolled over to face Clyde. The tiger rolled back to face the wall, obviously as restless as Stan had become.¬
"Oh, you a back door man?"
Stan found himself right at the edge. There was one thing - well, a lot of things, but this was important - that Clyde didn't know just yet. The dog started opening his mouth, but the silence provoked Clyde.
"Ohhhhhhh."
The dog felt slightly dizzy. The groan could be the sound of realization, or it could be the sound of...¬
"Well, I ain't gonna mind that one, nope." Clyde said, and yawned with a rowr.¬
The room turned to silence again, and Stan simply tried to will himself to sleep. The flickering outside was growing brighter, and was now obviously sheet lightning. After a good twenty minutes passed, a low rumble welled up from the rocky island. Stan sat up, thinking that maybe he should go work out some piss before whatever storm showed up to soak everything. Clyde wasn't breathing with the heavy huff of a sleeping cat, but he wasn't doing anything to move, half-underneath the sheets.¬
Stan found himself simply sitting on the edge of his bed, watching the cat lie there. Clyde was frankly attractive. Broad shoulders, well-packed muscle, the heavy thickness of a tiger curved and cut in just the right places. The dog wondered if Clyde was simply being a nice host, as the cat claimed, or if he was dropping hints. Stan tried not to drop hints about his own sexuality in any way, and as a result was unusually sensitive to it in other people.¬
With each passing minute, the doberman found himself growing more and more irrational, thoughts slipping from simply tossing Clyde a loaded question sometime, to flatly asking, to trying to flirt. His thoughts ended on the idea of sliding into bed behind the red and black tiger. It was a terrible idea, with potentially grave consequences. It also made him so hard that his knot ached.
The dog slid off his bed, wood floor cold under his feet, a tremble from another roll of distant thunder. He moved towards Clyde's bed, then stood there, unsure of exactly what to do. He'd never gotten in bed with another man, despite the encounters he'd had. Clyde was oblivious, breathing slowly growing heavier, tail slapping as he twitched before sleep. Stan contemplated just touching the big cat's brawny shoulder, feeling through the thick fur, touching the curves of muscle, but if Clyde woke up it'd be all too easy to move back and pretend nothing happened. As aroused as Stan was, giving up seemed worse than giving in.¬
Stan carefully put a knee down onto the bed, then tilted himself to the side, slowly fitting up behind the tiger. There really wasn't any room, although Clyde seemed to want to flatten himself up against the wall so Stan could perch right at the edge of the bed. Clyde smelled good, a kind of spicy scent of fur and sweat, male sex. Stan pressed his comparatively slender body up against the broad tiger, a thrill swelling his cock even further. He tried to keep his hips away, but it was too hard to resist, tip poking at tiger fur. He lifted a hand and gently slid it down the tiger's side, and Clyde stirred. The tiger let out a big whuff of air, the familiar sound of someone waking up, then a low rrruh as he shifted, moving to roll onto his back.¬
The doberman froze, hands prickling as he went from terror that the tiger knew what was happening, to a realization that he'd either have the huge cat rolling on top of him, or pushing him right off the bed to land on the floor with a thud. Either way, he'd be found out. Conflicted for just a second, Stan grabbed around the cat's hips so he at least wouldn't get toppled off the bed. His hand settled right on Clyde's dick; the tiger was hard as a rock, hot and swollen. The feline moved again, another low rrruhhr, tail impacting Stan's thigh, but with no intent to push the dog away.
The dog slid his fingers along the length, flesh moving with them. He slid up off the head, taking foreskin with his fingers, then let ¬the flesh slide back. He touched the tiger's dickhead, feeling the enormous bulge of it, fat like a mushroom, wet already. He gripped at the skin behind the head and started slowly jerking it back and forth over the swollen crown. After a few moments, Clyde stirred, body stretching, Stan forced to quiver to stay in place.¬
"Aww, fuck, Stan... you go get outta here an' get back in your bed," the tiger said.
Stan froze, hand yanked away from the cock. He did or said nothing.
"Go on, git!" Clyde rrowrled. The dog slinked back out of the bed and quickly dumped himself into his own. He faced the window, looking out into the dark night, punctured by lightning. This time, it wasn't sheet lightning; a few seconds after the bolt tore the sky, thunder cracked down to a rumble. Another few seconds, and it started raining hard. Stan thought that was appropriate; his face heated up and he felt like he was going to start to cry. With all that noise, he thought...
A big hand grabbed him by the shoulder and stirred the dog from his moment of rejection. "Go on, lie on your back, we ain't both gonna fit."¬
"Huh?" Stan rolled over, accidentally following orders. As he rolled, Clyde filled his vision, the big tiger climbing into his bed and straddling over his legs, lit up now and then by the storm.¬
"How th'hell am I gonna jack you if you're all lyin' behind me? Huh?"¬
Stan had gone soft when he was ordered out of Clyde's bed; now the dobie's cock was ballooning up again, just in time to be seized by Clyde's big fist. The tiger gave it a couple of shakes, wobbling the shaft around, then squeezed. The dog squirmed, a low mrr coming out of his throat, the sound of a playful struggle. "No, let me go, I want..." he said, staring down at the hard cock jutting from Clyde's crotch. Stan succeeded in wrenching his own erection away from Clyde's big hand, then grabbed at the tiger's, one hand fondling the hefty sac, the other pulling foreskin. Clyde grunted and sunk forward, both arms turned into pillars at either side of Stan's chest.¬
The dobie stopped his eager handjob just long enough to struggle out of his shirt, Clyde's hands roaming all over his chest and shoulders in the process. The dog went back to work, his hard pumping turned audible even over the roar of rain on the roof and the pound of thunder, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. Clyde's tail curled and lashed, smacking against Stan's feet.¬
Clyde's orgasm came suddenly, the cat's cock swelling and starting to jerk, the tiger's body arching down close to Stan's chest, head twisted to the side, muzzle gaped open. Stan barely had enough time to wrestle himself further down before wet gouts of seed erupted from Clyde's swollen dickhead. The cat didn't have the firehose squirts that always filled porn videos, just healthy fat arcs of white mess. Stan stared, ears pinned back as he watched the hot fluid pump from the tiger's cock all over his pecs. Much of it squirted right down the trough between his flat, hard muscles, dribbling over his shoulder, over the front of his neck. The dog panted hard, cock swollen, pushing up against Clyde's tail and rump.
After a few heavy breaths, the big tiger climbed off Stan and perched at the side of the bed. He seized Stan's cock again, thick fingers of one hand hooked around and behind the knot, pulling and squeezing. The other made a tight fist-hole and barely stroked back and forth. The doberman's instinct took over, hips pumping upwards, jerking Clyde's knot-squeezer up and down, shaft fucking into the tiger's fist. Stan's sense of self drained into wild abandon, hands pawing at his chest and face, feeling slick and cooling seed against his hot chest and satin fur, the mess smeared onto his own muzzle as he absently switched hands. He started to yelp, seed erupting out of his cock, thin jets flinging up and splattering down on Clyde's arm, the dog's own abs. Clyde hunched down and licked at the stream of seed as it squirted out, rough tongue touching the dog's cock and making Stan yelp like a puppy.
As soon as Stan's climax waned, the dog yawned. With no more sexual need and no more burning anxious excitement over Clyde, the day's fatigue came right back. Clyde looked up at him and smiled. "I'll get y'a towel or somethin'," he said, then stood up and padded into the closet. He emerged with a blue towel and handed it to Stan. The dog mopped himself up lazily, tongue hanging from his muzzle. "Whew. Ain't thought I was gonna get all woke up like that."
"Yeah, sorry," Stan said, looking out the window as rain drizzled down it. "I just..."
Clyde put a big hand on the dog's shoulder, gave him a little shake. "Naw, don't you worry 'bout it. We gotta go on back to sleep, got more shit tomorrow."¬
Stan nodded and laid back down, tucked himself into the sheets. The wave of the storm had crested and past, leaving a pattern of rain and distant flash-rumbles. The sound lulled him to sleep.
The dog woke early, just after sunrise, and dressed himself while Clyde slept. The tiger seemed able to sleep through anything except a handjob, but Stan still tried to be as quiet as possible. He threw on jeans, a battered flannel shirt, his cowboy hat and a pair of woodsman's boots and set off for a walk. He had the urge to get away from any living thing that could open its mouth and say a word.
The storm had brought some kind of front through, and the morning was damp but sunny, everything soaked through with rain. The dog carefully picked his way through overgrown paths and slippery rocks as he went west to the end of the island. After about five minutes, Stan broke through the edge of a clearing at the island pointe and found himself on rocky shore, facing the expanse of Lake Huron. The wind blew up from the south, bringing rollers in that created a constant white rush at the rocks. It was a little intimidating for Stan's mood, and the dog would have tucked tail and turned back if he had a tail. Instead, his stump twitched and he explored a little, then went back into the clearing. The sun had beat down through a gap in the trees and dried off one rock, and he perched on it, leaning back onto the tree behind it. No matter what else had happened in the dog's life, sitting in the raw woods made him feel good, nose turning this way and that to pick up on the smells. Gulls, rocks, algae, damp, the fresh wet breeze off the lake.
Something approached from the left, cracking of twigs and grunts. At first, Stan thought it might be a wild bear and seized onto the rock. Then Clyde barged into the clearing. "Well shit, found ya, all run off, huh?"
"I needed a walk," Stan said.
"Damn, an' I left m'leash back home, too." Clyde stuck his big hands into his¬ jean pockets and sauntered over, then sat on the next rock over. "Aw dang, rock's wet!"
Stan looked away, scanning over the clearing, sighed.
"Hey now, what's got you all down? Lookin' all thoughtful in my¬ truck, now you're wanderin' around in the woods." Clyde leaned over and closed the gap with a big hand, putting it on Stan's shoulder. The dog almost flinched away, then just sunk forward a bit.
"I don't wanna go on vacation just to fuck," he said.
"Huh?" Clyde's ears perked up.
"I mean... I just, I don't want this. It's always been the same way. Some guy, we do our thing, then that's that." Stan's voice caught, and the dog found himself almost crying.
Clyde rowrled and gave Stan's shoulder a squeeze. "Well, y'got almost two weeks t'come down easy? Whaddaya mean always the same? You ain't had much luck with uh, other guys?"
Stan shrugged, stump twitching against the rock. "First it was this wolf I knew back home, when I was still in high school. We'd go over to his place before his parents got home, look at porno. Tittie stuff. Then we'd start jacking off to it. I pretended not to look at it...¬ One day, he said, he said... 'maybe we oughta try doing each other, you know, so we can feel like it's a girl.' So we did. God, he had a nice dick. Never talked about it, just... did it. Then I ended up sucking him, then I even fucked him once. Right after we both, uh, came, we kissed. And that was the last time I saw him, he went off to college at some big university. I think he got married, he's a businessman or something now."
Clyde nodded.
"So I was moving to Lainsville, and I stopped at this rest stop... big white siberian tiger on a bike came up, followed me into the john. I thought he was gonna mug me. Told me to go out back, to the edge of the woods. Went out there and he fucked me like, eight times? I don't know, he just kept coming and coming and coming in me. I went to a porn shop in town and saw this deer, and he was so hot. Full thirteen-point rack and all. Ended up following him to a bar, and he was making out with this pony. I kind of wandered around the p | null | [] | {
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lace and ended up getting done by the pony guy in the back room. And that's that. You know, that's, it's sad?"
Clyde didn't nod, but perked up his browspots.
"All the guys I've met, were just... dicks." Stan then lowered his ears, as much as they'd lower. "I mean, you're not a dick. I guess I meant it in both ways." The dog looked around the clearing, then down at the rock he was sitting on. He remembered Strake, the white tiger who took him out back to get a few things done. He replaced white stripes with red, and started getting hard. What would Clyde look in all that biker gear?
"Well, you ain't that unhappy," Clyde said. Stan snapped his head over; the tiger was looking at the bulge in his pants.
"Ungh. I was just.. I was... I think I want to have breakfast. Maybe I'm just out of brainpower." Stan stood up, pushed off hard from the rock. The tiger joined him, the two barging through the woods.
The two settled into a routine. Hard repetitive things, like wood chopping or cleaning, were Clyde's area. Anything mechanical had Stan puttering away at it. The generator and water pump absorbed a lot of time. "You ever think about getting solar?" he said, to the passing cat.
"Uh-huh. Ain't done it yet. Island's deserted, heard some rumblin' that some guys are gonna buy it up down there, get some new cabins in. Maybe I'll make a lil' wind mill, sell them power. Rich guys'll pay, no one's gonna shit in a hole up here 'cept you an' me. They want their TV an' runnin' water an' a toilet that flushes."
Stan had the entire generator engine ripped apart. Whoever had owned it before had filled it with years and years of cheap gas stabilizer, and now the inside was coated in burnedn carbonized gunk. "Jesus, this thing's shot," he said. When he looked up, the tiger wasn't there to see him. From the other side of the cabin came the staccato putt-putt of a starting chainsaw, then the whine of wood getting sliced up. Stan went back to trying to clean off blackened metal. After a good half hour, he gave up and grabbed a few bottles of filtered water and went around to see what Clyde was up to.
The red tiger was dressed strangely. His upper body was clad in a heavy oilskin raincoat top - it had been visibly cut short at the waist - and each hand had enormous heavy deerskin gauntlet gloves. They looked like metalworker's gloves, or maybe for a falconer's bird hand. Below the belt, Clyde's usual cowboy-cut jeans were underneath horsehide shotgun chaps, feet in the tiger's logger boots. He had quite a cowboy look.
"What the hell are you wearing a raincoat for?" Stan piped up, as Clyde stilled the chainsaw. He tossed the tiger a bottle of water. Clyde lifted it, and instead of uncapping it, just chomped on the top and bottom. He then sucked the water out, gulping but not fast enough to keep twin streams from running down his neck. Stan thought about the time at the rest stop, biker cat - was his name Strake? - puncturing a beer can with his boot spur, and the hiked his jeans a little.
"Keeps all th'sawdust off my fur," Clyde said, dropping the empty bottle down and squashing it flat. He then picked it up and stuffed the refuse in a pocket.
"You're by a lake, you can just go wash it off."
"You think I'm gonna go jump in the lake today? You go an' dip a toe in, see how you feel 'bout it." Clyde grinned. He started stripping the coat off, leaving behind bare, sweat-drenched fur. Stan wanted a smell of the cat, even if it was going to be mixed with the stink of chainsaw exhaust.
"Okay, what about the chaps?"
"I reckon this horse-hide'll stop a chainsaw blade pretty well. Had 'em around up here, not gonna bother with that expensive kevlar stuff. 'Sides, kinda sharp-lookin'."
With Clyde facing him, Stan got a good look at the tiger's front. The crotch of the jeans was damp with sweat, dark patches on either side of the bulge. Stan had never seen someone sweat like that before meeting Clyde. Stan turned hard. "I think I'm gonna jump in the lake. I got naptha and shit all over me."
Clyde followed the dog into the cabin, lingering on the porch to bang off sawdust. The dog went behind the bedroom curtain and stripped off his clothes down to his boxers. The day had warmed up nicely after the storm; the lake couldn't be that bad. Stan was about to put on his wader shoes when the big tiger barged through the curtain. Before Stan knew what was going on, those rough-hide gloves had him by the shoulders, then one pushed in at his back and the other at his knees. "What the hell?" In seconds, Clyde had the dog held up as if he was a bride going over the threshold. "Hey, lemme go!"
"Nuh-uh, you wanna go get a lil' cold shower after eyeballin' my kitty parts, I'm gonna go give you a big ol' hand."
Stan's ears flattened and heated, stump wiggling around. "Oh come on, let me down! I can jump in the lake myself!"
Clyde heaved the doberman over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and marched out of the cabin, tromping down the path to the lake. Stan growled and tugged on Clyde through the heavy coat, but it did nothing to stop the inevitable. Soon, Clyde was right out at the end of the dock and simply dumped Stan in with a huge splash. The dog howled from the cold shock, thrashing in the water for a moment. "You son of a bitch!"
Clyde just grinned and dusted his leather-covered hands off, turning to lumber back up into the woods.
Dinner was grilled steak, which both animals devoured after a day of hard work. "Got a surprise for you," Stan said as he scraped his plate clean.
"Uh-huh."
Stan paused, looking over at Clyde's reaction. There was something funny in the way the cat responded. "What? No, I mean, I really have a surprise. You stay here," the dobie said, heading for the back door of the cabin. Clyde shrugged and put his dishes in the sink, then hiked his jeans and scuffed his heels into the other room. The dog went outside to the generator hut and hunkered down; a few wood on wood groans came from the cabin, the sound of furniture being moved.
The dobie poked around at the generator, then mashed on the start button. It turned over with a few clanks, then roared to life with a whining diesel clatter. After a few seconds, Stan flipped the power breaker and the cabin lit up from inside. Clyde was in the bedroom and his shadow popped up in front of the drapes, before a big red hand reached out and yanked them open. "Thought you said that thing was all gone!" he hollered. Stan closed the door on the hut.
"Naw," the dog replied, smiling. His stub waggled and he reached back to itch at it. "Thought it was, but I guess it's not."
The tiger looked down at his bandaged wrist, then out the window again. "Shit, you're all fixin' everything. Oughta hook you up with a jet-ski or somethin', marina guy buys 'em up busted an' fixes 'em." The tiger disappeared from the bedroom, followed by the bang of the front door and the thump of work boots on the stone porch. "Gonna lash up th'boat," he said, lumbering down the path towards the dock.
Stan washed his hands off in a bucket outside, then made his way into the bedroom. He pulled his boots off, set his hat on the chair, and climbed in. He wrestled up a paperback from his duffel bag, a sci-fi novel with a library stamp pad on it. After a few minutes, the red and black cat came back up the path and paused by the window. "Fine's gonna be real big when y'take it back," Clyde said, completely deadpan as he kept on going and banged into the cabin. Stan turned the book around; the last stamp date on the book was from two years before he was even born.
"I got it at a book sale. This old stuff's great. This one's 'bout the millenium, how it was gonna be the end of the world."
"Hunh," Clyde said in the great room, then grabbed on the bedroom curtains and yanked them shut.
"What's up?" the dog said, nose poking out over the top of the book's spine.
"Surprise," Clyde said, then started banging around in the other room. Stan, worn out from a hard day and full of dinner, pushed the hidden tiger's grunts and huffed profanity aside in his head, replacing it with pre-millenial fiction angst.
The dobie looked back up when he heard cabin-shaking pounds from the other room, the hard clop of stacked heels. Clyde didn't bother to pull the curtain apart; the hulking cat just barged into the bedroom, head ducked down, hand splayed atop the crown of a worn brown leather cowboy hat. The rest of Clyde followed, ancient fabric curtain swishing back into place behind him.
"Holy shit," Stan said, ears tucking back at the sight. Clyde had replaced his usual blue collar, backwoods denim with cowboy gear. The same burnished brown saddle-leather chaps from earlier; a tooled brown leather cowboy vest; the big, unevenly curled leather cowboy hat; brown deerskin roping gauntlets and gloves; sharp-toed boots.
Clyde tipped his hat. "Howdy, Stan. Couldn't handle seein' you all alone in here."
Stan laughed, half nervous and half amused. "Oh my god, what're you wearing all that for?" The dog crossed his legs, hiding the rapidly forming tent in his bluejeans.
"Sure would be sad t'bring it all on vacation an' just leave it in the closet," the tiger responded. "I don't think you brought any kinda gear like this, so you go on an' take off all that smelly stuff from workin' all day."
The dobie stared at the leather-clad tiger. Clyde had nothing on under the vest or chaps, leaving the white patch of fur between his massive pecs in plain view, not to mention his steel-hard hooded erection. Stan didn't argue about taking his clothes off; he quickly shimmied out of his jeans, then pulled his shirt off over his head. Clyde stepped up and helped him finish the job, yanking it out of the dog's grasp.
"But, I mean, why're you, why are you wearing it-"
A big, gloved hand grabbed Stan's shoulder. "I ain't a dumb cat, an' you ain't a dumb doggy. Every time I hit th'showers after workin' out, I was thinkin' of you real good. I seen how you look at me, how you crawled up into my bed an' started pumpin' cat-dick. Well shit, that's jus' an admission." Clyde used his grip on Stan's shoulder to turn the dog and push him chest-flat against the bed.
"Clyde-"
"Now you shush your mouth-hole, I ain't gonna hear you whinin' an' mopin' around here 'cuz you got bad luck with every cock you meet. We got two nice weeks all alone-like an' I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole 'till you've forgot all 'bout how unlucky you are." With that, Clyde snarled hard, the gurgling grunt-snort of someone about to cough up something from their chest. He slapped glove-leather down on Stan's rump and yanked the boxer shorts down, then splayed the dog's tight cheeks. Stan groaned and squirmed his tail stub as Clyde snorted again, then splattered the entire cleft with a hot wad of tiger-spit. "You ain't gonna yelp or nothin', are you?"
"Shit, shit, shit," Stan whispered, ears hot and tucked back, stub trying to tuck down, barely able to do more than nestle into the top of that wet fur. The dog slowly tucked his knees up under his body. "Just do it."
"Uh-huh," Clyde said, big hands grabbing the dobie's thighs and adjusting the height a little. The tiger then kneeled one knee onto the bed with a low creak of leather, and palmed right in the middle of Stan's back, whuffing air out of the excited dog's lungs. The other gloved hand milked at its owner's straining cock, moving the foreskin and milking out a long drool of precum that got wiped up around Clyde's dickhead. The cat leaned down further, grunting as he guided himself right to the spot.
"You don't have to uh, you can.. just push it right in," Stan whispered.
"Uh-huh," the cat repeated, and nudged against the warm, squeezing pucker. He pushed forward and Stan shivered, the dog trying to lift away, then settled down, muscles giving way and admitting the fat dickhead. "Unnrh. Whew, you ain't-"
Stan squeezed his eyes shut and lurched his body back, taking the remaining eight inches with a soft yelp. He slumped forward, sliding away from the invading cock, but Clyde closed the distance, settling down against his back, leathers squeaking with every little movement. The cat didn't thrust hard at first, only subtly pulling back and forth.
"Aww Stan, you're a damn nice dog, all ripped hard an' slender an', an' kinda shined up an' tough lookin', an' you got a real nice asshole," the cat purred, the sound a rattling rumble that only came out when his chest collapsed. The tiger's leather-clad fingers roamed around Stan's body, feeling along shoulders, biceps, sides, underneath at the dog's chest. "I ain't said nothin' because I didn't wanna ruin anythin', you know, I ain't all pushy, I jus.. you were gettin' hard lookin' at my sweaty ol' crotch, knew you needed, needed somethin'."
"Clyde-"
"You wanna cat to shut up an' fuck, huh?" The tiger said, changing his tune and lifting up, pulling Stan right to the edge of the bed, cock almost slipping out. When Clyde dodged forward again, the ridge of the head pushed right back through, the dobie's shoulders lifting as he arched his chest into the sheets. Clyde pistoned in, body colliding with Stan's rump, a thump of fur and muscle. Then, the tiger started to jackhammer, chaps-clad hips lurching back and forth, bringing the dull clap of rump against hips each time.
Stan squeezed his eyes shut, hard enough that they started to water, then opened his muzzle as the tiger changed angles slightly. Stan's mouth gaped open, pink tongue hanging out against the sheets. The dog's wiry, bony hands clutched at the bed linens, hard enough that one corner of the sheet popped off its keeper; Stan kept clutching, balling it up in his fists.
Clyde wasn't quiet either; every few thrusts, he uttered a deep grunt, a feral growl, or a panting slurp as he cleaned drool off his stout muzzle. He slowed every few more thrusts, rocking on his heels, leathers squeaking from the strain, boot heels thumping down against the floor. Then, without warning, Clyde sucked in a deep breath. "Aww fuckin' hell, fuck, fuck!" he hollered, and clapped his hands down over Stan's ears. The red and black tiger bellowed out a roar so loud that it rattled the bedroom's kerosene lamp mantle to dust. Each shot of seed fired off into Stan's clenched tailhole, until Clyde pulled back with a grunt and skinned a hand along the shaft. Another shot fired out, splattering the dog right up between his shoulderblades. The final dregs came out as a sticky ooze down the tiger's fist.
Stan, panting hard, ears still tucked from the violent sound, turned his head back. He saw that drool of seed, felt the rapidly cooling mess on his back. "I almost, I almost came," he mumbled. "God damn."
"Rruhh. Guess that ain't a complaint."
The dog sat up and winced. "I have to piss so bad, I'm seeing things," he panted, and quickly got up out of bed, rushing to the back door. Clyde tromped along, boots pounding the cabin floor, and burst out the back door. He flicked his hand off, sending flecks of tiger spunk into the little evergreen bushes by the dining windows.
Stan was already out by a tree, tailstub lifted and twitching. "Ahh, ahhh, you really, really fuck hard," he groaned, finally starting his stream and hosing the tree bark down. The dog's tense posture drained, shoulders drooping, ears lifting back up. The dog ended it by leaning on the tree as he shook himself dry. "If you kept going, I would've gone nuts. Would've soaked everything with dog come."
"Aww. Sorry bout that, I can go an' fuck you again," Clyde offered.
Stan turned around and found himself almost head to chest with the huge tiger. "Well, I don't know about that. I mean, I gotta come. But..." The dog turned his torso, looking over his shoulder as if he heard a sound. Clyde looked as well. Stan spun back and leapt at Clyde, chest crashing against the tiger's. That simple impact wouldn't have sent the tiger back more than a few steps; Clyde had more than double the dog's weight on him. It was when Stan's jaws seized the tiger's throat that Clyde crumpled backwards and crashed to the dirt path with a heavy thump.
The dobie let go and yanked at Clyde's chaps belt, then wedged himself under the tiger's legs and hefted knees up on his shoulders. The stunned tiger growled and snapped, one hand clutching his hat back onto his head, then gave up and let it fall to the side. "Pull your god-damn knees up!" the dog barked, then finally splayed the leather-coated muscle apart. Clyde's cock was hard as a rock again, coated in leftover seed; Stan slathered his fingers with it, then wiped them around Clyde's tailhole. Before the tiger could even take another breath, Stan was trying to mount like an excited stud dog on top of a bitch. His shaft slid in easy, clutched up by hot muscle, wrenching a grunt from Clyde.
The tiger reached up to push at Stan's chest, but the dog just dipped his head down and grabbed the gloved hand in his jaws. The bite ended with a lick, then another, Stan slathering the cowboy tiger's hand with spit and then rubbing it back all over his face as Clyde stared on. The dog then repositioned himself, hands clutching the tiger's booted ankles, and started pounding his knot in against Clyde's tailring.
Clyde struggled his legs against the hard grasp, trying to work his body back against Stan's swift canine thrusts, but Stan ignored the attempts. He chewed on Clyde's boot heel, tongue wiping the stacked leather, then slurped around the back of the cowboy boot's smooth leather, ears burning red inside, cock pouring precum into Clyde's passage.
"Thought you said you gotta come," Clyde grunted.
"Ain't gonna... my knot..."
The tiger wrenched his leg away from the eager dog's face and stretched it out,then folded the knee again. The back of the boot wanged down on Stan's rump. The tiger freed the other leg, and repeated the maneuver, chaps leather straining against heavy muscle as Clyde pinched on the dog like a vice. Stan's muzzle strained, lips curling back, the sheer force able to pop his knot right into Clyde's tailhole. The dog arched back and howled, barked, yelped, hips jerking and bucking the swollen bulge back and forth against Clyde's squeezed-up ring. The dog's seed emptied out into the tiger, and Stan slumped down against Clyde's chest, muzzle drooling on vest leather.
"You ain't a tough guy my ass," Clyde grunted, arms grasping around Stan, holding the dog there. He let up when Stan struggled a few minutes later, then pulled back. The dobie made a funny face, neck cording up as he strained to remove his still swollen knot, then barked and fell backwards into a bush. As he stared at the lazy tiger, white spunk squezed out of Clyde's hole and landed in the dirt. The tiger stood up and whacked cedar needles off his chaps. "Well partner, I reckon that we got a lot done today."
Stan stood up, limping a little - there was a rock under the bush. "I'll help get the dirt off," he said. The two stood on the back porch, taking turns slapping dirt off with the aid of a dish towel. Clyde lumbered back inside, while Stan pumped himself a filtered glass of water and gulped it down.
When the dog returned to the bedroom, the still-cowboy'd tiger was pushing the two beds together with the grind of bed frame against wood floor. "Hey, what're you doing that for?" He asked, pushing through the curtain.
"Ain't no fun fittin' in that tiny lil' bed, ain't fun sleepin' all by myself," the tiger answered, before dropping himself into bed with a grunt. Stan came up and took the spot between tiger and wall.
"Aren't you gonna take that stuff off?"
"You want me to?" Clyde said, taking his hat and putting it over his face. Stan picked it up and moved it aside. "My house, my rules."
"Well, no, I mean... " Stan looked down over the burly tiger, red and black stripes hidden by smooth saddle-weight leather. The dog felt a twinge of excitement swell his cock, even so soon after.¬ "No, I don't want it."
"Gotta say, didn't really know you'd like it, but.. uh, I dunno, was hopin' you would, I guess. Yep." Clyde was starting to sound sleepy and grabbed onto Stan, dragging the dog's torso up against the side of his vest-clad chest. The dog struggled, then clutched around it.
"I do. Jesus christ, I can't believe..."
"Don't you go all off on that. You jus' go to sleep."
Stan felt strange, like he needed to say something, but Clyde's attitude drove it away. At first, the dobie thought it was because the cat was acting 'just like everyone else', but then he realized that Clyde was doing anything but.¬ He settled against the tiger's leather-clad form, tucked up close by the big cat's arm, and felt a moment of serenity that was for once not tinged with lonliness.
"Gotta say somethin'. Sorry, you ain't sleepin' yet, huh?"
The dobie looked up. "No, almost."
Clyde sighed deep. "I'm comin' back here early fall, an'... well, I ain't goin' back down to Lainsville. I'm buyin' the marina."
"Wow. Really?" Stan said, drowsy enough that the implication was really lost on him.
"Yeah," Clyde said, shifting his body a little, encouraging Stan to shift as well. The dobie clung to Clyde, shiny fur pressed up against all that leather. "Been' workin' for my dad all my life. Figured I'd make good on some business stuff I done in college an' get outta Lainsville. Place is fulla nut-jobs.¬ Marina guys are wantin' to get out finally, pass on the torch. Never run a marina before, but I love it up here. Ain't never gonna go to shit. Too small."
Stan realized that Clyde was serious, and a little hole appeared inside. "So you're just moving away?"
"Uh-huh. Gotta do some paperwork, figured I'd take some vacation."
"So why'd you... why'd you invite me?"
"Cuz I'm goin' away. Ain't too nice, goin' past each other in the gym for that last time, then nothin'. Figured, well, I figured we could have a nice lil' time. You're always all stressed over that damn job."
"Yeah. It's a big pain. Moved up here, I mean, to Lainsville.. just for it, and now I wanna quit."
Clyde thought for a few minutes, almost long enough that Stan thought he might have dozed off. "Well. They're all leavin', the marina people. Mechanic guy's goin' on down to florida. Gotta have a mechanic up here."
Stan perked his ears up. "You..."
"Now you jus' go on to sleep. Don't you be thinkin' about this stuff. Had a lil' fun, now we're all tired up."
Clyde didn't say anything after that, and Stan eventually fell asleep, clutched to the tiger no matter which way he turned.
Twelve days later, they piled into Clyde's truck and drove back to Lainsville. Thirteen days later, Stan walked out the door to the truck garage for the last time.
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First off, I don't own any char from the Star Fox series, however i do own a char named Alex and Carnel. I add up some chars, of course with their permission hoping it last long. Please forgive me if there are any grammar and spelling errors since I'm a South Eastern. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 5: Rehab During Andross Second Wave
I never thought that because of that incident, I had developed an androphobia about avoiding being touch by a male. What makes me angry most is that the doctor knew my condition and didn't tell me. Well since I now had a phobia, the doctors add my rehabilitation with psychological treatment in case there is more than just one phobia. What the doctors found out about my phobia was quite surprising because I had developed at least half dozen of phobias. The list of my phobias are: fear of men, fear of abuse, fear of strangers, and two more I can't remember.
The progress of my phobia therapy quite smooth, thus I concur of my fear of men, strangers, and one more within three weeks. Carnel visit me some time since she had a hard time requesting a permission to leave her works and I can understand her situation since it is classified project from the military. When I had spare time and no visitors, I spent it by doing some rehabilitation on my own. Sometimes the nurse caught my actions and scolded me. I got visitors more often during my rehabilitation session, and guess who came visit me and help me often? It was none other than the Star Fox.
Fox and Falco helped me during my phobia therapy, while Slippy and Peppy helped me during my walking and exercises. The doctor said that my progress was faster and in within three weeks I can get out of hospital. I was happy to hear the news, but what makes me happy is that it all because the Star Fox's support. On the next day, during my rehabilitation section Fox got a call from the military base. I can't hear the details because inside Fox's left ear has a voice communicator. "Fox, here. What is it, General...? A what, where? Alright, I'll be there in a moment." Fox then looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, Alex. We got ourselves a mission and we have to leave immediately."
I thrilled to hear that the Star Fox had their mission after so long visiting me and helped me for my recovery. All I could say is, "Well, I wish you and your team good luck, and hope that you come back alive. I can manage on my own." Fox nod his head and started to walk to the door followed by Falco. I started to talk again to Fox and Falco, "Mr. Lombardi; Mr. McCloud, thank you for helping my recovery. I wish that there was something that I could do to repay you guys, but I'm afraid that I can't do anything for now. When I get out of here, I will join the Corneria Military Academy so that I could join your team someday."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, kiddo. Maybe someday, you will join in our team but for now you have to think for your recovery." Fox nodded in agreement for Falco's statement, and looked at me. I raised my thumb to them with full confident and said, "I will keep that promises. Good luck, everyone and give my regard to Slippy and Peppy for me." Fox and Falco raise their thumb as well for replies and then they went out the hospital.
After they left the hospital, I looked at Nurse Maria the doe and told her, "I believe that we still in the rehabilitation process and one more thing that I want this to end fast so I guess that the session will take longer than usual. May we continue?"
I continue my rehab session with Nurse Maria but a sudden quake followed with erupt sound stopped my activities. I looked at the window and saw smokes rising from one building, "What the heck?" I asked myself but after that another explosion can be seen in two or three buildings in random locations. The sight began to haunt me again since this has happened when I was seven. To make things worse is that there were lots black jets or fighters roaming in the city sky. I can also see that there are some military Cornerian Fighters trying to shoot down the black fighters. Not long after that, four white fighters came to support the Cornerian Fighters. I looked closely the symbol on the fighter's tail, and it was red fox with wing or scarf to be precise. I asked Nurse Maria who own that symbol, and she said that it was Star Fox. 'Star Fox's symbol, then that means it was McCloud and the others.'
Of course when the war is brewing, thus the siren rang off told us to evacuate. But my feet glued on the same place just to witness their actions in the sky. For two hours straight, I can see that there six or seven Cornerian Fighters shot down while most of the black fighters were shot down by the Star Fox. When the area is clear from threat, the four white fighters continue their flight towards the mountain and out of my sight. I become more and more inspired to join the military because of their skills and bravery. Thus in a week and a half, I finally got out of the hospital.
The Star Fox have return from their last mission a couple of days after my discharge. After hearing the news that I've been discharge early the Star Fox team felt quite happy for my recovery, well all except one though. It was Fox that shows more than one emotions. It's true that he felt quite happy to hear my discharge, but he also sad because he will miss me since he was close to me like a little brother and share the same tragedy as well. The team noticed him and confronted him. Slippy started the conversation first, "Well now that we know that Alex is out of the hospital, we just have to find out where he lives."
Peppy raised his hand to reject Slippy's idea, "Oh no. Not for me, I'm afraid. I'm going to give this old bones a rest and I recommend that all of you as well. We've just got back from Venom dealing with Andross and his goons."
"Yeah, you are right and I almost got killed during the mission," said Slippy folding his arm grumping. "Thanks for the reminder, Peppy. I'm going back to my dad's lab, hopefully I can prop some gadgets that either we can use it or not."
"Guess I will go to the bar flirting a girl or two." Falco turn around waving good bye. "I'll be seeing you guys at the bunker later."
"Don't get yourself into trouble again, you hear me!" warned Peppy knowing how troublesome Falco could get himself into. "What am I, your blood, old timer?" tease Falco and keep on walking.
"Humph... young one this days, never heed to elder's warning." Peppy kept on grumbling for Falco's behavior. "He is beginning to get out of hand since he joined the team."
"I know, uncle. But his skills are equal to mine and without him, maybe we can't get home in one piece." Fox tried to convince his 'uncle' Peppy about letting Falco's attitude slide.
"His skill as in miraculous and reckless flying, I can only say that you are much better than him." Fox only laugh knowing what he means. "Anyway, we haven't report this to General Pepper. We should report this immediately." Fox nodded and then went to the Cornerian Military Center which is quite far from the hospital.
Meanwhile, Carnel and I were at my old house, cleaning and dusting everything until it is suitable to live in again. Of course cleaning the house that has been abandon for more than two months took a lot of time and finally it is finished. "Phew, I never thought the dust would pile up that much. Look at me now, I've become a Dalmatian," I've said it with a laugh showing my spotted white furs to Carnel or should I say Aunt Carnel that sitting at the couch.
Carnel looked at me from top to bottom, and then laugh. "It looks like it, compare to me. I only got some spider web on my hair." I laugh a little, and then I remember the other two males with her to help her cleaning my house, the white arctic fox and a tiger. "By the way, where are Mr. Sasuke and Mr. Larson?"
"Kenji is down stair in the basement fixing some pipes, while Robert is fixing some electronics somewhere. Once they were on to it, they will never stop."
"Aren't you the same, aunt Carnel?" I asked while removing my apron.
"Don't forget that I were once a repairwoman and show less interest about creating something until I was being recruited by the military." She then drank some water from plastic bottle.
"Speaking of military, are they giving you a hard time?"
"More like a hard work instead of hard time, but I can manage it with the help of my two partners." She said it with a smirk which put me in curiosity and uneasy.
I took a seat on a sofa right in front of her; stretching my head and neck hearing a crack or two telling how stiff I was after a hard work. Aunt Carnel sat quietly closing her eyes as if she tried to sleep after a long work. I look at the room again, bookshelf covering one side of the wall, a set of wooden desk stood right in front of the shelf. One large couch followed with two small couches encircled the table guest where Carnel's water was. the floor was plain wood, without any carpets to cover it. At the opposite of the room, hung dozens of family photos which is belong to me. Two windows with heavy curtains opened letting the sun ray illuminates the room, and the opposite of it lays an open door which where an arctic fox entered just now. Thus I was surprise for his sudden appearance.
He is, as the species said, a fox with fur as white as a snow which is now was tainted with dust and grease. He is wearing a jean which extended covering part of his chest, a thick pair of glove for protecting his paw hand from sharp objects, and carrying a tool case which I could say his tool case. He is smiling at me first since I was the one he saw first, and then he looked at Aunt Carnel that was sleeping at the couch. "Sleeping in the job I see," he said.
Aunt Carnel's ear twitch as a reflex hearing a familiar voice, still closing her eyes she said, "Well what can I say, we are finish cleaning after all."
The arctic fox smirk a little, "Really, well you miss a spot my sweet Caramel." Then he bent down kissing Aunt Carnel right on her lip while I thought 'Sweet Caramel...?'
Aunt Carnel slowly rise from her sleeping position and looked at the arctic fox, "Really, where is it my lovey dovey Robert?" Again I thought 'Lovey Dovey...?'
"Well you and your nephew," He said it ending it with a passionate kiss. Suddenly I felt a tingle inside me telling that I shouldn't be here watching it.
"I think I should head for the bathroom to take a bath, if Mr. Sasuke finishes with the water works." I walk out of that room leaving them some privacy. Not a moment later I could hear moaning sound from that room. I covered my ear not wanting to hear their excitements because of my phobia. I kept on walking for a while then I saw the tiger walking out from the basement all covered with dirt. I greet him, "Hello there, Mr. Sasuke. I guess that all the pipes were fixed."
The tiger called Mr. Sasuke looked at me and smiled, "Yes, I just finish fixing it, so we can have some gas for cooking and water for cleaning all of us." The tiger wiped the sweat from his forehead with his long arm work uniform. "Boy I could use some rest after that."
All I could do was smiled at him, "I wish I could, but someone taken a head start from you." I pointed at the study room where I could hear another moan, only this time it was louder which makes my ear twitch. "Ugh... If you excuse me, I want to wash myself up away from the love birds."
I covered my ears again and headed in to the bathroom, but a pair of strong arm grabs me and hugs me from behind and that makes me yelp. The pair of arm belongs to Kenji Sasuke the tiger technician and he is purring lustfully. "Aren't you going to join with them?" he asked with a soft purr which makes my body tingles more because of my phobia.
I tried my best to speak clearly but what came from my mouth was a scared voice, "I-I-I w-w-wish I c-c-could, b-but I s-s-still h-had the ph-phobia, a-a-and I-I'm n-n-not r-ready f-for i-it y-yet." My body felt trembled because of phobia and I hope that gave him a sign of my discomfort.
The feline really saw it alright, but he forces himself to keep on what he was doing, "Aww... Does the poor little mouse really that scared to be hug by a strong protective male?" He blew some wind to my ears trying to seduce me and it really works because I felt the tingle getting stronger, my body felt weaken and my face started to blush.
I tried to speak again but all I gave was a pant, "p...please, l-let... me... go. If t-this... keeps up... I... might... pass... out." My body felt weaker and weaker as if my strength has been drained by his seduction and my phobia. The tiger looked at me. Even though he can't see my face fully, he knew that I was expressing a lot of pain and that makes the tiger concern me more. "Ple...ase..." I asked again in whisper and my eyes starting to shed some tears. The tiger can't stand seeing me in so much pain. He slowly loosens up his hug and started to hold me since my body felt limp.
He lowered my body slowly so I can get on my knee, and then he let me go. After he let me go, I started to gasp and pant as if I was exercising without any rest. Kenji knelt down and touches my shoulder feeling concern about my being. Of course I gasp again but I still manage to endure that touch. He said to me in concern, "I'm really sorry. I thought that you were just kidding about your phobia."
I look at him slowly still panting. I can see in his eyes shows concern and regrets, "No, I'm not. During my rehab, the doctor treats my phobia to men only within handshake and taping to my body part like what you did now but not in hugging like that." I felt that my strength was recovering slowly. I tried to stand up but my body still limps. Kenji helps me stand up and I'm thanking him. I inhaled deeply as to quicken my recovery, and then exhale it slowly. I looked at Kenji still showing the concern and regrets looks on his face. I smiled at him, "I'm sorry for worrying you, Mr. Sasuke. That was the effects after receiving my rehab; I used to struggle for free but after the rehab, my body starts to tingle for males. When it nearly reaches to mate with other male, my bodies felt weak. When I heard the moaning like that, my bodies start to tingle as in pain. Those were the effects of untreated phobias."
Kenji felt miserable for his action back then as if he was bullying a young cub. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that your phobia was worse." He covered his face with his paw in shame for his action.
I reach his left cheek using my right paw and stroke him slowly tried to sooth him, "It's alright. You didn't do anything wrong. You just don't know me yet until now." I waited for him until he recovers from his miserable. After he stops sobbing, I asked slowly, "Do you feel better now?" Kenji nodded. "Look, I know that you are a nice furson, and I can tell that you are a bi-type guy. Unfortunately, I'm a straight furson if I can eliminate my phobias, and maybe I might need your help during the process. So I want us to be cool for now, okay?" He was surprise because I knew that he is addicted to sex and I believe I reject him because of what I said, but he didn't feel sad at all as if there is hope that someday he will mate me but I don't know when and I don't want that to happen. He quickly hugs me again feeling relief as if his sins have been forgiven. I hug him back and patted his back, and then I realize that I hug him and yet my phobia didn't act up. I didn't feel any fear in me but in exchange I felt warm and compassion. 'Who would have thought that my body didn't react in this condition? I guess the third time really is a charm. But the problem is how long it will last?'
Then I felt something wet behind my head and shoulder. My ear catches some sobbing sound then I thought he was crying. I patted his head calming him, "There... there... Enough with the water works, Mr. Sasuke. You are an adult male and a tiger, so be proud of yourself and don't show any weaknesses." He then stops sobbing and slowly parted from me. I can see his eyes were red and all I could do is smiled at him. Then I heard another moan coming from the study room. "I guess they want to have another company for their private party, so why don't you go there crash the party. I'm sure they will enjoy it more." With that Kenji nodded in agreement. He stood up and headed to the study room. As for me, I stood up and headed for the bathroom to clean myself.
That's it for this chapter. It took longer than I thought to finish this chapter. The next chapter will take longer time because of my head. I thank you for those who gave me a permission to use their chars. | Chapter 5: Rehab During Andross Second Wave by rsareal | [
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I work at McDonald's. If your immediate thought in reading that statement was "Loser" then this story is not for you. I love working for McDonald's. It has given me the chance to meet lots of people who became my friends. It has given me the chance to employ a large number of young people I consider "my children" the opportunity to begin their job history on a positive note. I am proud to say that three Assistant Managers who trained under me have become managers themselves. They all have families they are able to support and have done a lot for their communities. I can't begin to tell you all the success stories from former employees.
Is that enough? Personally, working at McDonald's allowed me to meet my wife, excuse me, ex-wife (more on that later). It permitted me to support my wife through college without a student loan. It allowed her to stay home and raise our two girls until they became of school age. It gave her the chance to improve her wardrobe, so she could present the "correct" image in her public relations career. It made it possible for us to have a nice house and cars, to save for college, and to plan for retirement. It caused our divorce.
That last statement may seem misplaced with the other benefits listed, but you will understand more soon.
To understand this tale, you need more information on how I run my McDonald's. Perhaps the best way is to give you an example of how I counsel employees who think the job is beneath them, the people they serve are less than them, and the job doesn't pay enough, etc. I tell them that they have great potential, but their current attitude is decreasing their options for the future. Getting fired from McDonald's is not a resume enhancer.
Customers come to McDonald's for various reasons. The main two are good food at a good price. Maybe it's the only day of the week that Mom doesn't have to cook and do the dishes. Maybe it's Dad's only meal out for the family he can afford. Maybe it's a reward for the kids for doing chores, homework, or just being respectful to their parents. Coming to McDonald's is very important to some people. If people did not want to come to McDonald's, everyone here would have to find a job elsewhere.
We should be happy to give people the opportunity to enjoy a meal. We are providing a valuable service. People smile, laugh and have a good time. Employees should smile, have a good time, and do their job. If you can't do that, you need to quit because if I see that is not happening, you are gone.
Sometimes my counseling has helped an employee turn around. Sometimes it has been a waste of time. Over the years I have been happy to say that I have a much lower turnover rate than the national average. Something's working right in my life, but not everything.
My ex-wife, Brenda, was a very loving wife and mother for many years. We communicated well, and I thought we were both satisfied with our sex life. I could not conceive the possibility that we would not grow old together. I looked forward to the time when the girls has moved out, my wife and I could spend more time together. I guess my belief and my wishes clouded my judgment of what I should have seen coming.
Brenda also became very good at her job. After several public relations positions at different companies, she became employed at the local United Way which raises lots of money for various human service agencies that provide great services in our community. Brenda worked hard and long hours and increased the fundraising by the United Way substantially. Her reward for years of success was to be named the Chairperson of the Greater Cincinnati United Way, a position of high status and decent pay.
When she was appointed Chairperson, her long hours and frequent absence from home increased. I didn't realize it at the time but what also increased was Brenda's evaluation of her own improved status. Although the kids and I wished she could be home more, we were proud of her and encouraged her. It wasn't until the first fundraising dinner-dance that I realized all was not well.
I clean up pretty well. By the way, my name is David Campbell. I am six feet tall and my face in the mirror does not break glass. The incredible amount of walking that has to be done working in a fast food restaurant keeps me fit (plus I lay off the French fries). My wife is attractive. Brenda is 5'10" and slender, small in the breast and butt categories. Without makeup, she is good looking. With makeup she is a knockout. Plus, she knows how to choose underwear and dresses that accentuate all of the positives.
At the dinner-dance, Brenda was introducing me to some of the major donors she worked with, mostly CEOs, CFOs, COOs and a few UFOs (yes, I love corny jokes and, yes, she hated them). Inevitably I would be asked what I did for a living. Brenda would quickly jump in and say I was a restaurant manager. When the follow-up question of 'Which one?' came up, Brenda would put her face down while I answered quite proudly, "I manage the McDonald's on Madison." The person who asked would usually get a disappointed look and say 'Oh' if anything. After a few repeats, Brenda stopped introducing me. My reception at home that night was chilly, and sex was off the table, a forbidding trend that increased.
Before the next dinner-dance, Brenda assured me that I did not have to go and told me she realized that these events were probably something I didn't like. When I said I didn't mind, her disposition changed, "Well, try not to embarrass me this time."
Somewhat shocked, I asked, "What have I done that has embarrassed you?"
"You broadcast all over the place that you work at McDonald's. Do you realize who I was introducing you to? Chairmen of the Board, Directors, Presidents of companies, Lawyers, Doctors... "
"In other words, people better than me."
"No, David, not better than you. People with better, more important jobs. I'm supposed to deal with them on an equal level. It's hard to do that when I'm seen as the wife of a McDonald's manager."
My mind simmered with rage, but I held back. "It is what it is. You didn't seem to mind when it paid for your college education."
Her rage was not held back. "That was then, and this is now. Are you going to behave or not?"
"Not."
"Well then, just stay home and play with your Happy Meal toy collection." She slammed the bathroom door behind her.
I guess I need to tell you I don't really have a Happy Meal toy collection, but it's not a bad idea. Some of those toys are worth a lot of money now. What I really did was work in my book of cryptograms. It helps me take my mind off, well anything I don't want to think of, like a disrespectful wife.
As you might suspect, I didn't get invited to any more United Way outings. I noticed that Brenda started coming home later and later from the office, often with alcohol on her breath. Our home life began to tank also.
That's when the nagging began. "Why can't you take a job managing a REAL restaurant?" "Why don't you want to provide our children the best in life?" "Why don't you see how important this is to me?"
I replied, "Managing a McDonald's is a real job. I do provide our children the best in life: my love and guidance. I do see how important status has become for you. What I don't see is what has happened to your values?"
Then she threw the dagger to my heart, "Don't you love me anymore?" That one hurt so bad I seriously considered walking out. What she was really saying was, "You should agree with me and do what I ask, or you don't love me." If she did not know I loved her by now, telling her would not make a difference.
When I kept refusing her "suggestions/demands", she finally said, "You don't understand" to which I responded, "Oh, I understand. I just don't agree." That pretty well stopped the nagging and our sex life which had pretty much been missing in action for some time anyway. And still, I did not think our problem was divorce provoking.
My days were full of work and attending the girls' sports activities at school. I was amazed at all the different girls' sports at the middle school level that were offered. No such opportunities when I was growing up. Good for them.
My wife's days and nights were full of, actually I didn't know. She stopped talking about her work during the few times we saw her. The girls joined me in teasing her when she came home with comments like: "You look like someone who used to live here." Brenda was not amused. She mostly acted like she didn't give a damn.
When she came home late one night, she made no attempt to disclose what activities she had been participating in. Based on what I saw on her discarded panties and what looked like bite marks around her breasts, I figured she was having sex with someone else. When Brenda looked at me after staring at her hickeys, I saw the "I dare you to say something" look. For the first time, I became angry. I didn't say anything because I figured it would come to a head soon. I finally began to realize our marriage was in danger if not already comatose.
In anticipation of what I figured was coming, I contacted a divorce attorney. He told me a divorce would be a losing situation. She would probably get the house, the kids, child support, alimony, half my assets, her own income and a boyfriend to provide her sexual needs and additional income. I would have half my assets, very little take home pay after the alimony/child support/house and car expenses and have to find a new place to live with those extra living expenses. Oh yeah, good luck on finding a new sexual outlet.
His advice was to wait until our 12 and 14 yearld kids had moved out for college or just leave and be prepared to live frugally. Revenge sex with another woman was not an option. I couldn't think of an agreeable option other than Brenda to stop what she was doing.
The decision about what to do was answered for me by my wife. I came home from work that fateful day and, to my surprise, Brenda was sitting on the couch with a good-looking man a few years younger than her, dressed in an expensive suit and tie. "David, the girls are at my parents' house. We need to talk. This is my friend, Richard Loomis. He is an attorney and a member of the United Way Board."
I spoke, "I assume he is the one you've been having your onenne meetings at night with. Sorry, onen-topfne meetings?"
"David, there is no reason to be crude. We have not been having an affair but, Richard and I have a special friendship..."
I interjected, "Oh, do all special friends put cum on your panties and hickeys on your breasts?"
Richard interrupted, "Brenda, you don't need to tell him about our, uh, relationship. It could hurt you in court if he fights the divorce."
"Okay. David, there's no easy was to say this: I've given you every chance to improve your life and the life of our family. You have chosen to ignore me, so I want a divorce. Here are the papers drawn up by Richard. You need to sign them. It would be preferable for you to sign them now but within three days at least. If you accept, Richard can represent both of us and you won't have to pay for an attorney."
Richard offered, "The terms are simple. A 90-day period of legal separation started with you being served tonight. The divorce petition provides for a 50/50 split of all joint assets, 50/50 split of the house equity, primary custody goes to Brenda with limited, but frequent, visitation for you, no alimony, but child support of..."
"Primary custody with limited visitation? Why would you want that? You've hardly seen them in the last three years."
"Nonsense. I'm their mother. I am there when I need to be."
"When have you ever been to Cecilia's volleyball games?"
"That's a silly sport. They don't even give college scholarships for that."
"Yes, they do."
"Well, that's not that important."
"What about Misty's Girl Scout activities?"
"They must have been on the nights I had United Way obligations."
"Misty doesn't even belong to the Girl Scouts. That shows how much you pay attention to our daughters."
"It doesn't matter. The courts always gives the mother primary custody."
"What if I don't sign in three days?"
Richard interjected, "Then I play hard ball. The petition changes from Irreconcilable Differences to Mental Cruelty. Percentages of money goes to 60/40 in her favor. You will have to vacate the house and be given a restraining order. You will have to start paying alimony and child support immediately. There will be no visitation. Believe me, David, I am good at my job. You do not want to mess with me."
"Fuck you both. Oh, excuse my manners. Please fornicate you both."
"See what I have had to put up with all these years, Richard. I tried to reason with him but oh, mister big shot McDonald's manager. 'Why should I care what people think about my wife or my daughters? I'll just stay dumb and happy.' I should have left him years ago."
I grabbed her arm and said, "You did, Brenda, you did." She jerked her arm back and started to leave the house with her 'special friend.'
At the front door, Brenda turned back to me to say, "You'll find that I have already taken half of our joint assets. The girls and I will be in an apartment to give you plenty of time to move out. I'll decide later to either move back into this house or sell it and go live in Richard's house. He has offered us to put us up without having to pay rent."
I sat in my recliner and mused. I picked up the papers and said to myself, "I can't blame anyone but myself for not seeing this was coming. I'm screwed no matter what. Just as well sign and move on with my life." My signing was interrupted. The girls came running in the house.
"Hi, Dad. We're in a hurry." They started upstairs.
"Whoa there, kiddos. We need to have a talk."
"Dad, we already know. Mom told us weeks ago. We're going with her and Richard. He has this fabulous house with a swimming pool and he is sending us to Belmont Academy. When we turn sixteen, he is buying us a car. I'm going to get a BMW Z-4, convertible." Up the stairs they went. Looks like the apartment will not be needed very long, if at all.
When they came down, they stopped long enough to say, "Sorry, about this Dad but you should have done what Mom asked. Would it have hurt you to get a real job? It's your own fault. Bye." The door had closed before my "Bye" reached their ears.
My wife's announcement was a dagger in my heart. The girls just twisted the dagger and drove it in deeper. I thought about what I had. Empty house. Empty heart. Empty head. Feeling depressed and sorry for myself, I was ready to give up admitting, "She's won. Might as well sign these damn papers and get it over with." BUT. Somewhere down inside of me, I don't know where exactly, there was this little flicker of self-respect that said "Don't give in." So, I waited. Even if I decided to sign later, I could wait till the last minute just to make them wonder.
Then it happened. The event that changed the direction of my life around. It was both the worst thing and the best thing that ever happened to me. Sounds like I'm plagiarizing Tale of Two Cities. It started with a phone call from Albert Fredricks, another manager of a McDonald's in Covington, a former Assistant Manager under me. "Hey, David. Have you seen the latest entry on Brenda's Facebook page, the United Way Facebook page?"
"No. I don't Facebook."
"Well you need to read it. If it's what I think it is, we need to do something. Call me after you read it."
Brenda was a Facebook addict. She could not resist telling the world about our divorce. Here's what she said: "Most of you know that I am the Chairperson of the Greater Cincinnati United Way. I am proud of the increases in funding since I have been in charge. I want to thank all the CEOs, Directors, Business owners, Law Firms, Medical Practices, Administrators and others who have supported me. A problem for me, however, was the support, rather lack of support, I have received from my husband. I mean, being a manager of a fast food restaurant is okay for a lot of people, but it shouldn't be a dead-end job for someone who could achieve so much more. I know a lot of people in lower level, blue collar jobs don't have the ability to do any better and I understand they have to accept it. But I am not going to keep being pulled down in the quicksand of complacency or whatever it was that kept my husband satisfied with mediocrity. Despite my frequent urging, he has not taken the steps he needed to improve his career path to give his wife and daughters what they so desperately needed. I'm afraid his lack of support has held me back from doing my best for the United Way. I am, therefore, announcing that I am in the process of filing for divorce. This is the only way I can truly be able to help the poor people who need the programs provided by the United Way agencies. I promise that the divorce will not be a distraction in me performing my duties."
Remember that flicker of self-respect I told you about? It became a roaring fire under my ass. Brenda must have had too much to drink to have written that, but I figured liquor just lowered her inhibitions to let her true feelings come through. I called Albert back. He was fired up too and spoke quite loudly. "That Bitch! After everything you and McDonald's has done for her and your family. Thanking the damn CEOs. What about all the people who contribute a hell of a lot larger of a percentage of their paycheck than the CEOs do? We've got to do something. I'm calling a meeting of the other managers in the area. Can you come to the Hyatt tomorrow night? It's time to plan our response."
I was a bit unsure of what he meant, but I wasn't about to sit and twiddle my thumbs. "I'm there, brother."
Seven managers from Cincinnati and Covington showed up at the lounge in the bar in the Hyatt Regency. Five others could not make the meeting but agreed to help. Albert presided. "Here's a copy of the Facebook posting I told you all about in case you haven't seen it. Basically, this bitch is saying people that work at McDonald's and other low-class jobs are peons that don't deserve recognition for what they do. More importantly she is dumping one of the finest men I have ever known. I know, if it wasn't for him, I'd probably be a drug running junkie. I know several of you owe him too." Several 'Amens' were heard.
"I don't know about you, but I think we should do something for David, McDonald's, and for all the 'common people' who don't get the respect we and they deserve. It might be risky, but are you with me?"
After a moment of silence, one of the managers spoke, "As the man in the movie Network said, 'I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore.' I don't' care if it costs me my job. Let's 'Burn the Bitch'." Approval was unanimous.
Just before I left the hotel, I was stopped by the front desk clerk who handed me his business card. "I'm on duty now but call me. Believe me, you want to talk to me."
In the Sunday paper there was a personal, full page ad from the twelve McDonald's managers. It told people about the Facebook page (now removed from its original site but republished elsewhere) and the insult that it presented for working people, McDonald's employees, and David Campbell. It said I had compiled many achievements in supporting my employees. My efforts in helping the local community were also outlined.
The ad went on to say that the managers agreed that the United Way did not respect them and the non-upper management people of the Greater Cincinnati area. Therefore, the managers of the McDonald's listed at the bottom of the ad, would no longer support the United Way or any other charity or fundraiser other than Ronald McDonald Houses. The ad urged people to contribute directly to the agencies they wanted to help but not do it through the United Way. Their McDonald's would have information stations to provide the documentation to back up what they posted in their ad.
It took a while. The CEOs were initially sympathetic to Brenda's rant and missed the insult to the blue-collar workers. Most people didn't understand what the fuss was or didn't care. But there was a small but significant group of people who had been feeling the disrespect and loathing of those who had supposed 'important' jobs. They seemed to have been looking for a way to express their displeasure. This ad gave them the way to do it.
The furor grew and grew. Local newspapers were initially reluctant to print anything that put the United Way in a negative light. However, they received more Letters to the Editor about Brenda's Facebook entry than any other topic in recent history. Articles finally started appearing that tried to take a non-judgmental stance but noted the rising protests.
Our girls posted a Facebook page with information that they basically went straight from our house to Richard's house. Although their purpose was to brag how great their lives were becoming, it made most people realize that Brenda and Richard had been intimate before the divorce proceedings. Most needed no further proof. It was soon taken down.
A friend of mine, who was also a member of the GCUW Board, gave me the following information.
Brenda was called to an emergency meeting of the Board of the Greater Cincinnati United Way. She looked nervous. Michael Broadbent, President of the First Third Bank, presided. He had been one of Brenda's biggest supporters, so she didn't appear too scared. "Brenda, please bring us up to date on the status of this year's United Way campaign."
"Thank you, Michael. Well, we are not doing quite as well as hoped. It seems the turndown in the economy, the people who made one-time contributions to the hurricane relief, and... ."
"Bullshit, Brenda. You know your damn Facebook entry has caused this."
Brenda looked shocked at Michael's words. The Board member reported to me that he was surprised also because Michael had never been anything but nice to her in the past. Brenda responded, "I know that some people misunderstood what I was trying to say, but I have taken it down. The inappropriate reaction should die down soon, and we'll get back on target."
Michael went on, "What planet are you living on, Brenda? Not only are people REFUSING to fill out automatic withdrawals for next year, they are calling and DEMANDING we stop their current year contributions. The McDonald's restaurants were the largest contributor in the Restaurant category of donors for the last three years. This year, they are contributing ZERO. Other restaurants are way down in contributions too. I got a call from some Union officials who are considering opting out of offering the United Way as a choice for automatic paycheck withdrawals. We are facing a disaster if we don't nip this in the bud."
"Michael, although I think you may be overreacting, I imagine there are a few people David has gotten to react because he got his feelings hurt but... ."
"Brenda, do you know what is in this box?" He put a bankers' box on the conference table.
"No."
"This box contains over 1000 letters all saying they will not contribute again, at least as long as you are head of the United Way. Every one of these mentions your put down of blue-collar workers. Many tell a personal story of how your husband has helped someone in their family. Hell, that man appears to have done as much for people in our community than half the agencies we support."
She responded, "I will get right on this. I will issue an apology and..."
"Brenda, do you know what is in this box?"
Brenda seemed to be getting irritated now. "Of course, I don't, Michael. More letters I suppose?"
"This box is empty. What will be in it in the next 30 minutes is your personal belongings. You're fired!"
Her reaction was swift. "You can't fire me. I'm the most successful Chairperson you've ever had. I'll file a suit for wrongful termination."
"We thought you might say threaten us. That's why we invited Homer Whitney, our Board attorney. Homer?"
"According to your employment contract, Roman Numeral III, Capital Letter B, Number 3, sub paragraph (c): 'The Party of the Second Part, that's you, is to project a positive public image of the Party of the First Part, that's the United Way Board, in all communications, which includes social media. Any public communication that creates a negative perception and/or causes a significant reduction in campaign funds, shall be grounds for punishment up to and including dismissal.' I believe we are well within our rights to fire you." Homer couldn't resist adding, "Your boyfriend will probably tell you the same." Brenda left, with the empty box, in tears.
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My oldest daughter reported to me what she saw and overhead the next scene at Richard's house where they were now living.
Brenda took her now full box to Richard's house and poured a full glass of scotch. I knew Brenda hated scotch, but I figured she hated it less than what had just happened. She took a big gulp and promptly threw it up.
Richard came in much later than normal having obviously been drinking also. Like Brenda, he had a box of his things. "Hello, Bitch. I hope you're satisfied. Now we're both out of a job. Guess what? You and your two little whores can get out of my house. Now!"
"Richard, you can't mean that. You got fired too? How could they? You're one of the best attorneys they have."
"Problem is that no matter how good an attorney you are, you can't earn money without clients. Your darling husband's campaign has caused our firm, my former firm, to lose business. That means more to the partners than how good a lawyer I am. They used the excuse that it was unethical, like they give a shit about ethics, for me to try and represent my lover's and her husband's interests in a divorce case."
"Can't you sue?"
"Yeah. I could sue the law firm. I guess I could sue David and, while I'm at it, I'll sue Jesus Christ too. I have about as much chance of a settlement against him as the firm or David."
"Let's go to bed, Richard. Things will probably appear better in the morning."
"I am going to MY bed in MY house. I don't know where you and your rug rats are going to be, but it's not going to be in MY house. In case you wondered, without my job, it probably won't be my house much longer. Good bye. By the way, you were pretty lame in bed."
Brenda and the girls went to her parents' house. The girls and her mother and father had lots of questions, but she asked them to defer questions until the morning. After fixing breakfast for the girls and after fortifying herself with several cups of coffee and aspirin, Brenda called me.
"David, how could you ruin my life like that?"
"I'm sorry. How would you have preferred I ruin your life?"
"You smart ass. I give. You've won. I've stopped the divorce procedure. Congratulations, you still have a wife and two daughters. We'll be moving back this weekend. I assume you haven't replaced us yet."
"No one could replace you and the two back stabbing clones of yours. And you all are not moving back in. You don't get to say, 'Oh that divorce thing, never mind. Everything goes back to the way it was.' You need to realize there is still a divorce procedure in play, my divorce procedure against you."
"Are you making that up? If you've filed for divorce, why haven't I received it."
"That's because you moved out of Richard's house. You should get the papers today at your parents' house. And I'll even let you have more than three days to sign it."
Brenda changed to a mellower tone, "David, there's no need for a divorce now. Can't we work this out? We had a lot of good years together. I only wanted you to reach your full potential. I believed in you more than you did yourself. Richard attracted me because he was someone who always strived for more. I shouldn't be blamed for wanting that from my husband.... . Hello?" I don't know how long she continued to talk before she figured out I had hung up. My daughters said she cried a long time after.
In a couple of days, our daughters drove her crazy about having to go back to public school and demanded she make things better with Dad. They blamed her for tricking them into disrespecting their father and they decided in hindsight how they should have stayed with me and on and on. Brenda called me once again.
"David, can we talk without you hanging up?"
"Sure, I was just about to call you anyway."
I could almost hear that a glimmer of hope sprung up in Brenda's heart. At least her voice indicated it. "Oh, thank you David. Can we talk now?"
"No. You and your lawyer can meet with me and my lawyer at 3:00 Friday at the law office of Myers, Dethridge, and Lackey. We can talk then."
I found out that Brenda didn't have a lawyer now since leaving Richard and had to find one willing to wait to be paid until she got back together with me or a financial settlement was made. She was barely able to brief him before the meeting.
Brenda and her male lawyer and our two daughters came into the conference room where my female lawyer and I were sitting and chatting. My lawyer and I were in a good mood. I saw my daughters and upon them making eye contact with me, they moved around the table indicating they wanted to hug me. My stern look stopped them. "Don't even think about it. You chose your mother over me. Go sit with her."
Misty spoke up, "She made us go with her and that pervert lawyer. Please Daddy, let us come home. We're really sorry."
As badly as I had been treated, I could not help but believe there was still reason to keep them in my life. I decided this was not the moment to talk about that. "Let's move on with the matter at hand." I asserted.
Cecilia later told me that Brenda's lawyer, Milton, whispered to her mother, "Do you know who that is with your husband?"
Brenda shook her head no.
"That's Sarah Burns. She is the most rabid divorce attorney in the state. I have never seen her with a male client. This does not look good."
Sarah spoke first. "Milton, good to see you again. I hope things don't get out of hand like last time." She laughed.
Milton responded, "I promise to behave if you do." His grin was obviously forced. "Sarah, I've never seen you with a male client before, what gives?"
With a grin Sarah explained, "Well, I've always represented the wronged party. It just so happens that it's usually the man who is the one at fault. In this case, it is David who is the wronged party. He happens to be my former supervisor when I worked for McDonald's. David is the one I credit for turning my life around. I took his case pro bono."
After a pause, Milton began the negotiations. "Mrs. Campbell wishes to postpone the divorce proceedings until a series of counseling sessions has occurred. She still believes the marriage can be saved."
Sarah answered for me which was probably a good idea given how mad I was. "Mr. Campbell does not believe there is a chance for reconciliation. Even if it were to be court ordered, he says he would prefer to go to jail than waste his time in counseling. As the manager he can be absent as long as he wants. He has a very capable staff to carry on without him, indefinitely."
Brenda had evidently told Milton to expect such a response and drop the counseling request. "If that is the case, Mrs. Campbell will amend her original petition. Since she is no longer employed, she is requesting alimony for five years in addition to the house, one car, assets split evenly, child support and primary custody. Mr. Campbell can have limited visitation. Nothing unusual."
Sarah spoke, "Mrs. Campbell can have primary custody, but Mr. Campbell is to have unlimited visitation whether it be frequent or not. We would also stipulate that the house be sold if the custodial parent decides not to remain in the house. Otherwise, the house will be sold after the youngest girl turns 18 and the equity split. In addition, if Mrs. Campbell seeks alimony for more than two years, we will change our petition for divorce to Adultery.
Brenda was mad now. "You have no proof of adultery. It's a bluff Milton. We were legally separated when the girls and I went to live with Richard. People have just assumed there was something going on. Let's go*."
Sarah addressed Milton, "Wouldn't you like to see our proof of pre-separation adultery before you embarrass your client in front of a judge?"
"This is not a hearing, Sarah. We don't need to get into evidence. But just out of curiosity, what do you think you have?"
David called on his cell phone and several people walked in. Sarah spoke, "The man on your far right is the desk clerk for the Hyatt Regency. He can testify that months before the legal separation/divorce petition, Richard and Brenda spent more than a couple of hours together in the Hyatt Regency, always in a room with only one king size bed. This occurred multiple times. We have dates and copies of credit card receipts."
Brenda jumped in. "That doesn't prove anything. We were discussing United Way business."
Sarah went on. "The next person works for Room Service. He can testify as to the clothing, or lack of clothing when they were in the room together one time. The final person is a maid who can testify on witnessing an episode of doggy style coitus before she quickly retreated. She can also testify as to the semen stains in their bed on numerous occasions and, before you object, I would love to debate in front of a judge as to whether a maid of 15 years experience can be considered an expert on semen stains or not."
Sarah then asked, "Now can I assume you don't have a problem with the changes we propose?"
Brenda interrupted, "No. I do have a problem. David, I made a terrible mistake. I want to come home with you living there. I want to be the wife I used to be. I want to make up for the horrible way I treated you. I will do anything you want. Please remember back to our first years together. We can have that again. Give me and the girls another chance. We still love you and I pray you still love me, us."
David waited a minute before saying, "You want for things to go back to where they were before you thought I was not good enough for you? Brenda, there are some things you can't put back like toothpaste in the tube. What you all did to me is another example. How can you undo adultery? How can you undo holding me in contempt? How can you undo breaking my heart?" After a short pause, I went on. "By the way, one reason I am willing to go through this divorce is that I was selected for the new program McDonald's has for outstanding managers to become franchise owners. It only seems right that you be sued for divorce by someone with higher status than a mere manager.
"Bottom line: I don't want to be married to you any more Brenda, but I will give you a fair deal. Girls, I will still be your father and financially support you until you are 18. But you disowned me. It's time to take the consequences for your action. I will, however, on a trial basis, agree to spend time with you. Future visits and support for college will depend on how you treat me. Any disrespect will mean no more visits."
Cecilia spoke, "We promise Dad. No more disrespect. Thank you for giving us another chance."
Brenda whined, "Why don't I get a second chance?"
With a piercing look I spat out, "I can forgive immature girls. I cannot forgive an adult whom I loved above all else and who was supposed to love me above all else. Marriage is based on love, trust and respect. You gave me NONE of those these last few years. The deal in front of you is the best deal you're going to get. You have one minute to sign after the revised papers get here, or we head to court and let the judge decide. Ask your lawyer if he thinks if you'll get a better deal or not."
Milton sat down apparently in despair. "Brenda. Sign the damn papers."
The revised copy was completed and returned to the conference room. Brenda signed the papers and passed them to me. Before signing, I looked up and I spoke softly to my crying, soon to be ex-wife. "Brenda, I would like to ask you something."
"Sure David, ask me anything. What do you want to know?"
"Okay. Why, Brenda, why? I thought there was a time you loved me and our life together."
Brenda sobbed her answer, "I don't know, David. That sounds stupid, but I don't know. Part of it was probably the rush I felt of being seen to be so important by so many influential people, it just went to my head. I forgot what was really important, you and the girls. I thought I was too important to be married to a McDonaId's employee. I should have been proud to be the wife of a McDonald's manager. I should have been proud to be your wife no matter what your job was. If you can tell me how to fix this, I will do anything. Believe me, I have learned my lesson. Please give me, our marriage, another chance. Please."
After I remained silent for a while, Brenda asked, "David, is there anything else you want to know?"
I shook my head 'No' at first but then I changed my mind and said, "Yes, there is." I took Brenda's copy of the divorce papers I had signed and handed it to her.
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"*Author's note: After several submissions",
"I must confess I have not been able to correctly predict the ratings my stories receive. No biggie. I have found out that there are a bunch of frustrated English teachers who seem to delight in finding spelling and grammatical errors. To you with that inclination",
"I promise to keep you busy. There is also a group who only want BTB stories. Sorry",
"I write both but like reconciliation more than burning. By the way",
"I plan to never reveal in advance if there is no sex or whether it is a BTB story or not. Read and find out. I hope you enjoy.* "
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*I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the tenth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last five years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.*
Chapter 6
On the plane I had chance to reflect on these last few months. Nothing in my life suggested any of this would or even should have happened. I have fantasies just like the next guy but this was no fantasy. I knew going in the odds were against me. If it were all to end today I would have no regrets.
Sure I intend to fight to the end but who am I kidding, I'm just another guy in a sea of guys. I will have memories no one can take away, parents that love me, a brother that I can depend on, my grandmother I adore and most of all Daisy. If there was any bright spot to my coming home now it was to see Daisy. I have to admit I had never missed her as much as I did right now.
If I was disappointed coming home without Rose and Lilly I knew she would be devastated. Daisy has no desire to accumulate money or things. Daisy values people, especially family and friends. During this short time I believe Daisy has fallen in love with Rose and Lilly as much as I have.
I sat waiting for my luggage trying to make sense of it all. Lilly hadn't even returned my message that I arrived home safely. Anyway I looked at it, it didn't seem promising. I checked the time and saw it was just after one. With nothing better to do I decided to go into the office and get caught up on some work.
I had just pulled in the parking lot when my phone rang. When I saw it was from California I immediately answered it.
"Hello?"
"You get back here you chickenshit!" Emily blasted in my ear.
I could tell she was upset her voice quivered in defiance. I wanted to calm her down but knew it would only make matters worse. I took a deep breath then let it slowly out.
"I can't do that and we both know it!" I replied calmly.
"I don't know anything except you snuck out without so much as a goodbye!" Emily wept.
"I didn't sneak out, I left. You knew I had to be home today." I corrected her.
"When are you coming back?" Emily sobbed in the phone.
"Emily I'm not coming back, this is my home." I replied.
"What if they don't come back?" Emily threatened.
"I guess that will be up to you won't it?" I retaliated.
"I can't live without them." Emily boohooed.
"From what I saw you can't live with them!" I countered. "I told you in the letter there is a room here for you."
"What do you want Parker?" Emily shouted "Money?"
"You know this is not about money!" I shouted back.
"What do you want then?" She started to weep again.
"I'm in love with Lilly I want you to allow me to marry her." I insisted. "I want Lilly and Rose to come live with me. What do you want Emily?"
"I want to be part of their lives!" Emily blubbered. "I want you back in my life!"
"Emily, it sounds like we both want the same things don't we?" I agreed with her.
"Do you mean that?" Emily sniffled.
"Yes Emily, I mean it?" I assured her.
The phone went dead as she hung up on me. It wasn't at all unexpected her hanging up, the problem for me was, I wasn't sure why? With the talk Emily and I had still weighing on my mind I headed inside the office for a few hours.
I looked up from my desk the clock showed it was half past six, I wrapped up the file I was working on and headed out of the office.
I called Lilly before I left, she answered on the first ring.
"Parker!" She said happily. It was so good just to hear her voice.
"Hello Lilly." I said warmly.
"I miss you." Lilly whispered.
"I miss you." I repeated. "How is Rose and Emily?"
"Emily is not happy with you or me." Lilly replied. "Rose is not doing well either."
"I there anything I can do?" I asked knowing I was half the country away.
"Have you talked to Daisy?"
"Not yet I'm on my way home now." I explained.
"Oh darling I am so sorry I thought you knew!" Lilly replied exasperated. "This has all gone so wrong."
"What has?" What's wrong?" I could feel the desperation in her voice.
"You know how Rose gets around Emily." Lilly asked.
"Yea, so what does that have to do with Daisy?" I questioned.
"Emily is very upset you left. She threatened us ...Daisy called ... Rose was mad... Parker, Daisy needs you!" Lilly apprised me.
"Lilly I should get home, she's there all alone." I replied. "I'll call you later."
"Parker we can fix this. Please have Daisy call me. " Lilly replied. "I love you Parker. I trust you to do the right thing!"
"I love you Lilly." I said heading out the door.
When I arrived home the place was eerily quiet. I sat my luggage in the kitchen and headed up the stairs. Looking in Daisy's room I saw it was empty. I was just about to start back down when I heard her weeping in my room. I pushed the door the rest of the way open, she was curled up in my bed her bloodshot eyes looking out from under the covers.
"There you are." I said smiling.
"Go away!" Daisy sobbed.
Ignoring her I went and sat beside her. She rolled over facing the other direction.
"I thought you might have missed me?" I teased her. "I missed you!"
"You left me!"
"I came back didn't I?" I reached out and touched her shoulder over the covers.
"You didn't bring them back did you?" Daisy wept louder.
"No...no I didn't...I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Then she's not coming back!" Daisy wailed.
"We don't know that Daisy." I replied caressing her head as she cried in the pillow.
"She won't even talk to me now!" Daisy yelled at me
"You still have me." I whispered
The urge to kiss Daisy overpowered me. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. Her arms instantly wrapped around my neck and pulled me tight. It was like we were two lovers kissing for the first time. Breathing through our noses was not enough to fuel the fires burning below the surface.
The noise our lips and tongues made filled the room. There was slurping and moaning. Daisy whimpered each time I pulled away, she was determined to maintain contact. The covers moved lower as she moved up to kiss me again. Her full tits slipped from below the sheet. My hands moved below the covers and gripped her waist.
"I need you Parker." Daisy mewed. She started unbuttoning my shirt.
"But Daisy you're my sister!" I protested as she pulled the shirt off my shoulders.
"I don't care, I need you to love me!" Daisy had my belt loose and working on my slacks.
"I do love you Daisy, but this is..." She pulled the covers off and pounced on me kissing me to stop me from talking.
Half undressed and struggling to control my desires I succumbed to her passion again. Daisy kissed me as my hands drifted lower gripping her panty covered ass. I thought there was a chance we might reign this in since she was at least not completely naked. I was wrong again. I let my guard down long enough for Daisy to remove my pants and tee shirt.
She resumed her attempt to seduce me with renewed vigor. I could feel my hard cock press against her pussy with just our underwear separating us from incest. We had been this close before, in fact even closer but I was in control then. For some reason this time I knew it was different.
"Daisy I can't do this, what will Lilly say?" I asked hoping to end this.
"I told you both this was going to happen." Daisy replied seriously. "Please don't make me call her yet. It will just make her upset."
I had heard those exact words before when Rose seduced me.
"Lilly approves?" I asked stunned.
Then I remembered Lilly asked me to have Daisy call. Lilly knew Daisy wanted this and in her own way she was telling me she approved.
"She let you fuck her mother Parker. She wants this as much as we do." Daisy leaned over and kissed me. "They share everything!"
Daisy lowered her lips back to mine. She pushed my boxers down. "Now make love to me!" She whispered.
I pulled her soaked panties to the side Daisy reached down and guided me into her gushing twat.
"OOOHHHH! She groaned as she lowered herself over me. "I've waited so long to feel you in me! I love you Parker!" Daisy cried out.
If there was any apprehension up to this point it melted away instantly with that declaration. I pulled her down so I could kiss her again. Daisy moaned as the pace of our coupling picked up. I gripped her ample ass and drove her down hard over my cock.
"I need you to fuck me!" Daisy groaned. "Please get on top."
She rolled to the side shucking her panties. I removed my boxers and moved between her legs. I had never seen Daisy so happy. With her legs splayed I looked at Daisy's waiting pussy. Pink and puffy I noticed something else. I looked up at her and back down to her engorged clit.
"What have we here? This is new." I reached down and flicked it gently.
Daisy arched her back and shuddered as her sensitive pleasure button wiggled to a halt.
"Not now Parker fuck me!" She looked up begging me.
"Oh you're not getting off that easy!" I panted.
I grabbed my dick and spanked her engorged clit lightly. Daisy squealed as her body reacted with dizzying swiftness. I pushed her legs open and rubbed her clit with my mushroom head, her pussy pulsed beneath me oozing her excitement. She looked up past her voluptuous breasts and watched my cock drip with pre-cum over her exposed pearl.
"Parker!" She screamed as her pussy mashed against my cock and started quivering. "I need you in me NOW!" Daisy roared.
I guided my cock back in her pussy. Daisy reached for me and pulled me down to smother her luxurious body. Taller than the twins she was also softer and voluptuous. Daisy's cunt clamped down on my cock hoping not to let it go. I started fucking her harder as she encouraged me on.
Using my elbows to support myself I gripped her pendulous breasts wiggling on her chest. Her thick nipples were hard and tempting. I let the meaty orbs slip through my hands until my fingers gripped her stiff nubs.
"Yes!" Daisy whimpered as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger gently.
I concentrated on her every move and response. Daisy is a passionate lover, her every desire became clear as she responded to each move I made. Focusing just on her I changed rapidly with her evermore demanding desires. I had her moaning and then cooing only to build her back up to another level of ecstasy.
Daisy was pushing then pulling, her fingers dug deep in my back then caressed my shoulders, she was so consumed at times I don't think she knew where she was or what she wanted. That all changed when she started to convulse below me.
Daisy reached down and gripped my hips urging me to fuck her even faster. I lowered down to kiss Daisy as her orgasm started to build. Slowly her legs started to close, her heals dug in the bed to meet my frantic thrusts. Our lovemaking had reached a fevered pitch neither one of could continue for much longer.
"Daisy I'm close!" I warned no longer able to hold back.
I looked down at her, Daisy looked up happily. She dug her fingers in my ass and slammed me home. Her pussy contracted, her hips slapped against mine. I could feel her body tense.
"Make me cum!" Daisy squealed. "Fill me with your love!"
I ejaculated as Daisy ground her cunt against me. Her hand slip up my sides pulling my shoulders hard mashing her tits into my chest. The quivering in her pussy soon became a shudder throughout her whole body.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh ...uh...uh...uh fuck!" Daisy groaned.
I thrust in one last time before finding her lips and kissing her.
"So good!" Daisy whimpered, her hands now caressing my back. "I love you Parker."
I had deposited all the cum available leaving her cunt a frothy mess. My cock still refused to completely deflate, my semi hard cock still churned our excitement deep in her pussy. I pushed up on my hands looking between us. Daisy's hands moved back down and gripped my ass keeping me inside her.
Daisy opened her legs wide again, her clit popped up from her full puffy pussy. My cock was coated with thick creamy cum as it very slowly moved in and out of her. Daisy looked on with me to see I was still not shrinking from my first orgasm. With one hand she moved it over her mons rubbing her clit tenderly.
"She wants more Parker!" Daisy said huskily.
"You still sure this was the right thing to do?" I asked concerned our relationship would now change.
She dipped her fingers in her pussy beside my cock, it swelled instantly increasing the pressure against her fingers.
"He thinks it is!" Daisy squealed. My cock swelled again as she pulled her fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean. "I don't think he wants to stop yet! I know she doesn't."
Daisy smeared more cum on her clit and rubbed it side to side. She opened her legs wider her flush pussy gaped open around my cock inviting me back into the depths.
"Lilly will just have to wait for that call!" Daisy giggled. "My brother just showed me he loves me!"
Daisy pulled her hand from between us and urged me to start fucking her again.
"I love you Daisy." I whispered as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.
Eventually we switched positions. With Daisy on top I enjoyed the view of her ass as she rode my cock facing away from me. After some time she turned to face me so I could fondle her full sized tits until we both orgasmed again.
Daisy rolled to the side and we cuddled for a few minutes. She stroked my cock, I caressed up and down her body.
"I need to call her it's getting late." Daisy said turning to face me.
"Do you want me to leave?" I leaned over and kissed her.
"Please stay." Daisy gripped my cock harder, threatening me not to go.
We sat up in bed as Daisy called Lilly from her phone.
"Hello? Lilly it's Daisy!" She happily squeaked.
"Yes he's right here...Oh Lilly he is a wonderful lover... thank you for sharing!" Daisy looked over at me.
She took my arm and wrapped it around her. I pulled her close as she leaned back against me. With her free hand she picked up my semi hard cock and stroked it slowly.
"Lilly when are you coming home?" Daisy looked at me sadly. "Lilly he loves you more, besides I can never be his wife... of course I will stay if you want me to...but she doesn't want to talk to me! ...but ...I love you Lilly, I will..."
Daisy's soft breasts pressed against my chest as she moved to my lap. She leaned her head against my shoulder tears started to appear in the corner of her eyes. Daisy nuzzled tight begging me to hold her.
With the phone still to her ear Daisy started talking again.
"Yes Rose I'm here...I don't care I still love you!" Daisy protested weeping uncontrollably. "I forgive you please just come home with Lilly!"
"...yes you can live here." Daisy looked up at me sobbing. I nodded she was right.
"Parker just said yes...he's here holding me...yes we did..., but we love you!" Daisy argued.
"I know but it felt so good inside me..."Daisy laughed through her tears. "It's still dripping...you too?" Daisy squealed looking at me with a yearning she needed to act on.
Daisy extended up and kissed me holding the phone to our lips. "That one is for you love... we need you Rose...please come...goodbye."
Daisy hung up the phone and tossed it to the side. Wrapping her arms around my neck she tried kissing me but she was crying too hard. I held her until she no longer had tears to shed.
"Have you eaten today?" I asked.
She shook her head as I shifted from under her. I kissed her forehead then I stood up and moved across the room looking back at Daisy.
"I'll make us something to eat. You come down when you're ready." I whispered.
I went to the bathroom and took a shower and put on a tee shirt and gym shorts. It was late now so I just made a salad and crackers with various toppings. I heard the shower run upstairs. At least she was up I thought. Daisy had gone from despair to ecstasy to disappointment in a matter of hours.
Daisy came down shortly after. Hoping to stay off the subject that had consumed our lives recently, we ate, talking mostly about school. We talked about her classes for the summer and what kind of job she wanted when she graduated.
We cleaned up the kitchen and headed back to bed. I removed my tee shirt, Daisy wore only panties. Daisy kissed me goodnight several times and cuddled up to me and went to sleep.
I woke up late for me, I stopped in the bathroom on the way down to the kitchen. Since I had little to eat last night I was a bit hungry. Wearing just my shorts I started making myself breakfast. Upstairs I heard the water running announcing Daisy was not only awake but up.
I was concerned how our lovemaking would affect Daisy, our relationship, and our relationships with the twins. With a new day upon us, and the passions from last night quenched, I wondered if we would still feel the same way today. Had we gone too far? Were we prepared for the sobering reality that we committed incest?
We would soon know as the creaks from the old house announced her descending the steps. Daisy rounded the corner wearing an old button down shirt of mine. The only problem is it wasn't buttoned and she was no longer wearing panties.
"Planning a casual day are we?" I teased nervously.
Daisy sidled up to me. She took my wrists and guided my hands inside the shirt. I gripped her waist as she mashed her big tits against me.
"I know how hard that was for you Parker. If we never do it again I want you to know I'm still glad we did it." Daisy said looking up anxiously. "I really do love you."
"So I'm not just a one night stand?" I teased.
"Do you want it to be?" Daisy asked seriously.
She hit a nerve with that one. I knew how she felt about me, and me about her, but this was problematic. I reached down and grabbed her bare ass. Picking her up I sat her on the counter. I spread her legs and stood between them. Daisy seemed both happy and confused.
"Daisy this is so complex I don't even know where to start. A few months ago I was just a dorky guy ..."
"No, Parker you're not, a nice guy maybe, maybe even too nice but not a dork!" Daisy argued.
"Ok, but still? First Rose and Lilly, then Emily, and I'm still not clear on that one. And now you?" I moved my hands around her sides to her back drawing closer. "I'm in love with Lilly, I want to marry her, I don't want to do anything to lose her."
"Parker she is the one, you NEED to marry her." Daisy replied emotionally.
"But I won't do that if I lose you." I sighed. "I won't do that Daisy, I love you too much to lose you."
"Parker I feel the same way." Daisy confessed.
"But what if she ...Daisy we made love!"
"I told Lilly it was going to happen just like I told you. In fact Lilly encouraged it." Daisy replied giving me her version of the wicked grin.
"Lilly?" I protested. "How...why...?"
"Because she's in love with you silly! Rose, Emily, and me, it was all her way of keeping you for herself!"
"But that doesn't make any sense! If I'm sleeping with all of you how is she keeping me for herself?" I asked more confused than ever.
"Parker she wants to be your wife, to have kids, raise a family, and keep you happy. Sex is low on her list, how better to keep you happy than provide you with safe sexual partners. Her lesbian sister she's intimate with, a crazy mother you would never run off with, and now your sister." Daisy giggled. "Although I'm not sure the mother was planned, I think Emily pushed for that!"
"But they live in California! How is that supposed to work?" I countered.
Daisy grinned. "You've done your part, Lilly is working on the rest."
"You two have been playing me?" I said slightly offended.
"No Parker, helping you." Daisy cupped my face in her hands.
Daisy pulled me in and kissed me. "Parker do you know why Tori took you to the airport?"
"What are you talking about?" I was as confused as ever.
"Lilly was so scared she couldn't bear to watch you leave. She knew only Tori was strong enough to make sure you left."
"Wait a minute, you mean Lilly wanted me to stay?"
"No silly, she wanted you to go. Parker she wants to come home!" Daisy reached down and stroked my cock making it hard again. "Why do you think she left her clothes? She just needs to convince Rose to come with her."
"You think so?" I asked encouragingly.
Daisy slipped my shorts down and gripped my cock. Scooting to the edge of the counter she opened her legs wide and guided me to her puffy cunt. Daisy rubbed my cock along her gash several times whimpering as it brushed against her clit. The head of my cock glistened with her excitement. Her little pearl now covered in its pink hood.
"If she misses us as much as I already miss this thing inside of me, she will be back." Daisy cooed looking at me her eyes still hopeful.
I eased myself back in her dripping pussy as Daisy pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Her bare tits mashed against my chest. I pushed my cock deep in her pussy, she wrapped her legs behind me to hold me from moving.
"I'm glad we're lovers now Parker, please tell me you feel the same." Daisy whispered her head resting on my shoulder. "Show me you still love me too."
I pulled out slightly then plunged my cock hard back in her pussy. Daisy moaned in appreciation. I slammed her cunt a few more times my balls hitting the edge of the counter uncomfortably. I pulled her closer to the edge, Daisy locked her fingers around the back of my neck.
I reached up and grabbed each tit firmly leaning over and nibbling on each fat nipple. Daisy's ass screeched as it shifted on the counter. With the position we started fucking even more passionately. We looked down and her little pearl started to extend from its protective sheath.
"It only comes out for you." Daisy said huskily. "It is so sensitive when it's exposed like this, it's so greedy Parker!"
"Rub it for me!" I growled.
"I can't it's too much!" Daisy moaned.
"Rub it or I'll spank it with my cock!"
Daisy moved one hand between us and rubbed just to the side of her clit. She closed her eyes and flung her head back a loud whimpered escaped her lips. Daisy moved her fingers above her clit I watched as my cock continued to fuck her cunt. She pulled the hood over her clit back exposing more of the sensitive bud.
"Rub it!" I demanded.
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I pulled Daisy off the edge of the counter lying her on her back. With one leg on the counter to our left the other hanging over the sink on our right. Daisy's legs spread wide my hands held her thighs as I continued to fuck her steadily.
Daisy still had not followed my orders even though she was rubbing herself to an orgasm. Impatient I pulled out and grabbed my cock spanking her exposed clit squarely. Her tits shuddered as her body shook.
"Oh! Fuck!" Daisy screamed. "Please Parker!" She looked up past her massive tits.
"Rub it or I'll do it again!" I warned her as I shoved my cock back in her dripping cunt.
"Parker..." She pleaded but I started to pull my cock out as I dared her to disobey me again.
"Do it!" I shoved my cock back in.
Her fingers coated with spit and our passion Daisy rubbed her exposed clit. The response was instant. "Oh FUCK ME!" Her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard it hurt to pull back. "CUM IN ME!" Daisy screamed her body shaking uncontrollably on the counter.
I looked down, Daisy's one hand had two fingers formed in a V and squeezing both sides of her pussy lips pushing her clit up. With her other hand she flicked her clit one more time.
"Ah...ah...ahh...ahhhhhhhhhh!" Daisy started to orgasm.
I slammed her cunt hard as her pussy pulsed over my cock. Daisy's legs twitched on the counters, her stomach tightened. Her clit too sensitive to touch Daisy gripped her tits to keep them from slapping her chin. My balls slapped against her ass and sent a freight car filled with cum flooding her pussy. If Daisy was crying out I could no longer hear as I was lost in my own climax.
Daisy was delirious as her body wracked with each pulse of her massive orgasm. Her legs shuddered on the counters, her one foot hit the faucet turning on the water! I continued to pump her full of cum until the last thrust when I just held it against her well fucked pussy.
My legs strained to support us as I picked her ass up and set it back on the counter. Daisy sat up and kissed me, we were both covered with sweat. I reached over and turned off the water as my cock slipped from her pussy.
"Parker don't ever do that again! Another orgasm like that might kill me!" Daisy teased me.
"So you don't want me to show you if I love you again?" I teased her back.
"I want you to show me anytime you want!" Daisy threw her arms around my neck and kissed me forcing her tongue in my mouth. "Maybe just not right now!" She gasped.
Just then I heard a splat on the floor. I moved back slightly and we both looked down to see our cum oozing from her cunt and dripping on the floor. Daisy's pussy was gaping open, a pool of cum gathering at the opening. Daisy squeezed more from her pussy as we watched it land on top of the last. Her clit was red and swollen the little pearl starting to go back into hiding.
We looked up laughing at each other. I knew then and there we would always be lovers.
I was late for work but not by much. A man and woman from the FBI stopped by to update their investigation on Baxter. We went to a conference room so we could talk privately.
I explained everything over the next hour and a half. I answered every question and signed a statement. When we finished the feds were talking with my boss and thanking him for my help.
I went to my office and stared out the window. My mind drifted to Emily and our trip to see Baxter, I find myself missing her quirky eccentricity. I miss her teasing me with her body, flashing her tits, exposing her pussy.
Her clit reminded me of Daisy's. I thought about Daisy and how she told Lilly, because she was my sister, Daisy could never marry me. If the twins didn't return was that an option?
As a lover she's everything you could want, but how would she be as a partner? She can't cook, she doesn't like to clean, but she is smart and should find a good job. Daisy would make a great mother, I started to fantasize about us together.
I thought about Daisy getting pregnant, her belly swollen, and her tits getting even bigger. How her areolas would darken, her nipples engorged dripping with milk...
Just then my cell phone rang with a text waking me from my daydream. It was from Daisy.
I looked at the text, then at the clock, it was almost four. I looked back at the text. 'I will be bringing your favorite home for dinner.'
If Daisy couldn't cook she could at least do take out with the best of them. Hot wings are my favorite and she knew just where to get them. I replied that I would be home around six.
Knowing Daisy's car was in the garage I pulled in and parked in the drive. I walked in the door dropping my briefcase in the mud room and entered the kitchen. There she stood in front of the stove wearing an apron.
"Lilly?" I exclaimed startled.
"You were expecting someone else to cook your dinner?" She replied dryly.
"But Daisy texted...
"I will be bringing your favorite home for dinner." Lilly gave me her wicked smile. "So am I?"
Stunned and excited I didn't even answer. I moved to her and swept her off her feet. She kissed me as I pulled her ever tighter. It was an emotional a reunion for both of us as I hoped she was here to stay.
Just as I thought everything was going my way Lilly pulled free.
"Parker I need you to sit down!" Lilly said firmly.
Lilly then pointed to the table that was set for four. It was clear the greeting I would have expected was not going to happen just yet.
"How was your flight?" I asked as if this was a normal conversation we would have.
"It was fine." Lilly replied politely. "It was a little frantic getting to the airport but after we got on the plane it went smoothly." Lilly replied smiling.
"I hope Daisy didn't keep you waiting?" I smiled back.
"No, she was right on time." Lilly started grinning. "There was a bit of a scene at baggage claim but security made sure we got to her car safely."
"Can I see her?" I asked.
"Not until we have our talk." Lilly stonewalled me.
"Our talk?" I questioned
"Please sit down Parker." Lilly pleaded with me.
Taking a seat I looked on the table and in the middle sat the engagement ring. I contemplated what it meant. Lilly wasn't wearing it but she hadn't given it back. She glanced over at me smiling as she tended to her cooking.
"How is Emily?" I asked changing the subject.
"She's not happy with the way things were left between you two." Lilly gave me a scorned look.
"Any suggestions?" I asked humbly.
"I have one I think we could both live with." Lilly gave me that patented wicked smile.
"On the other hand Tori was very happy with the way you left things with her!" Lilly replied smiling again.
"I'm glad, I hoped we might have had more time." I suggested.
"Well you might just get that chance." Lilly replied cryptically.
It was almost dizzying as we jumped from one subject to the other while Lilly continued to cook. She had the hook set and was letting me squirm.
Lilly looked in the oven, taking off her apron she sat across from me at the table. She reached over and offered me her hand. I took it just inches from where the ring lie.
"Parker you do know I want to marry you right?" Lilly asked. "But do you know why?"
"Well I hope it is because we love each other?" I replied not quite sure what the real question was.
"Besides that?" Lilly intensified her gaze.
"Well, I hoped so we could start a family, raise some kids, grow old together?" I listed a few things that came to mind. Lilly broke out in a broad smile.
"Is that what you want Parker?" Lilly asked pointedly.
"As long as you're part of it." I answered truthfully.
"I want more than that Parker. I want normal. I want to make you breakfast, wash your clothes, send you off to work. I want babies and PTA meetings and watching our kids playing sports, or in a band, or whatever they want. I want to go on family vacations, skinny dip in the ocean, or make love in a field of flowers. I want to go to a movie and pay a babysitter, volunteer for a charity, and even host your poker night." Lilly suggested.
"Ok..."
I stopped when her reaction didn't match my agreement. Daisy said I was always a bit behind Lilly but I felt this time I was catching up.
"...but you didn't need to come all the way from California to tell me that, did you." I pointed out. "I know there's something you're not telling me."
"Parker, I don't want to be the twin sister to a TV personality..." Lilly looked away. "...or the daughter of an eccentric author." Lilly glared back at me.
"But you are those things Lilly. I can't change that." I replied.
"But if I am just Mrs. Parker Chase..." Her eyes pleaded with me to understand. "...I might not be able to be all of those things all of the time...but even if it's just some of the time..."
"Lilly what are you trying to say?" I questioned.
"Parker, before you offer me that ring there is more." Lilly warned me.
"More?" I asked. "More what?"
"Conditions, Parker, there are conditions you must agree to." Lilly started to shift in her chair nervously. I felt her hand tremble, she looked at me almost in fear. "I need you to let me explain without interrupting, this is hard enough."
"Ok."
'First, my libido is not as high as yours, but you should know as your wife I will never refuse to make love to you if I am physically able." Lilly started.
"Lilly..." I stopped as she raised her other hand indicating I should honor our agreement.
"Second is this. Parker, I will never leave Rose. If you take me you take her. If she decides to live someplace other than with us she can visit whenever and as long as she wishes."
"I think we both know that is understood." I responded breaking my oath.
"Also, Rose alone decides if and when to share our bed, together or alone, no exceptions!" Lilly demanded.
Shocked this was part of the deal I looked to see if she was serious, Lilly waited for me to respond. I nodded in agreement.
"Third. The rules for Daisy will be the same as Rose's. Neither will be contingent on their relationship with or without each other."
"Understood." I replied.
"Fourth. Sunday will be a day for family and only family unless we all agree otherwise. Ok?"
"Agreed!" I smiled relieved it was something that normal people do.
"Fifth. You will spend each Saturday night with Emily, and any other as I determine." Lilly explained.
"What?" I replied in shock. "Lilly she's your mother!"
"No interrupting!" Lilly snapped pointing her finger at me.
"But she lives in California!" I argued.
"You let me worry about that!" Lilly scolded me with her finger again. "Yes or no Parker your decision!"
It wasn't that I didn't want to do it. It was that I shouldn't do it. It was bad enough Rose was in the mix but Emily was somehow different. There was no smile from Lilly now just a determined look that pleaded with me to understand. She looked at the ring and then back at me. She had drawn the line in the sand and dared me not to step over it.
"I love you Lilly, you'll be my wife." I begged her to understand.
"Yes or no Parker, this is not a negotiation." Lilly held firm.
Remembering my conversation with Daisy I somehow knew this day would come.
"If that is your wish I accept." I answered defeated.
Lilly sat back in her chair as if the world had just been lifted from her shoulders. Her hand tightened on mine. I'm not sure she was this happy when I came in the door.
"Are there any other conditions?" I asked before I reached for the ring.
"No my love." Lilly chuckled.
I reached for the ring and looked at it closely again. This simple symbol of my love now took on new meaning. I stood and moved closer. Taking a knee I took Lilly's left hand as she offered it to me.
Lilly Bowman, will you marry me?" I asked.
"Yes Parker Yes!" Lilly replied emotionally.
I slipped the ring on her finger. Lilly threw herself at me toppling me over on the kitchen floor. She kissed me sealing our bond. I wrapped my arms around her slender body holding her to mine.
Lilly seemed so fragile but I know knew how strong she really was. Lilly kissed me repeatedly telling me how much she loved me. I started getting emotional and told her how much I loved her as well.
"I've missed you so much Lilly. How did you get here?" I finally asked.
"Parker I need to tell you so much but first I need to make a call then we can eat." Lilly explained.
"A call?" I asked confused.
"You go up and get the girls, I won't be long." Lilly kissed me one more time.
We stood up, I headed to the door and Lilly dialed her phone.
"Mom he said yes!" Lilly squealed. "You can go ahead and sign the papers."
Lilly looked at me standing at the door and waved me away with the back of her hand as she listened.
As I started leaving, she started talking.
"Definitively not!" Lilly said firmly. "We agreed on Saturday...yes you have him all day... we'll talk about that Sunday!"
I headed up the stairs wondering what I just got myself into.
"Mom he's upstairs, I'll call you in the morning. Mom I have to go..."
I passed my room and the bathroom before I came upon Daisy's room. The door was open just a few inches. I pushed it aside to find Rose and Daisy, fully dressed, asleep in each other's arms.
I leaned up against the opening and looked at them, a certain calm came over me. Somehow I knew this is where we all belonged. I heard Lilly come up the steps, she approached and slipped her arm around my waist. I dropped my arm around her back and pulled her tight.
"Should I wake them for dinner?" I whispered.
"I'll just turned the oven down to keep it warm, maybe later?" Lilly replied.
Daisy opened her eyes and looked at us, a broad smile crossed her face seeing us looking on. She snuggled closer pressing her big tits into Rose's back. Rose murmured for just a second adjusting back against Daisy. Daisy winked then closed her eyes.
Lilly and I looked on for another few moments then closed the door.
I heard her in the bathroom and then the light went out in the hall. With just the reading light on beside the bed Lilly walked in the room. I wish I could find the words to describe her as she stood there.
I looked at her delicate feet and followed them up her nubile body taking in every detail. The sheer gown only accentuated the beauty beneath it. Lilly came closer standing between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.
I reached out and took her waist in both hands holding her to take in every detail. Lilly was just above eye level, her hands rested on my shoulders.
My hands moved in front and started to unbutton her top.
Opening the lapels I nuzzled her pierced nipple. Lilly giggled as I then sucked on it softly. She pushed me back and pulled my shorts off. She then bent over to kiss me.
"Can I be on top tonight?" Lilly whispered.
Lilly looked between us her puffy lips splayed on either side as my cock entered her. I could feel her pussy contract as her desire started to build again. My hands were resting on her hips following her rapid movements her tits hung down to pointed cones, only the piercing in the one nipple breaking the profile. They danced on her chest for me, Lilly laughed and wiggled them for me even more.
Lilly pulled up just the head of my cock at her entrance. She moved her hips side to side, then without warning, plunged down hard over my cock eliciting an audible whimper. Her eye lids closed half way as she repeated this. The third time she impaled my cock her pussy lips smacked my groin making her moan loudly.
"Oh fuck!" Lilly hissed. She bit her lip, Lilly closed her eyes and concentrated on her pleasure.
Moving my hands down I gripped her ass low on her cheeks. She opened her eyes as if to ask if she could trust me, then closed them. I spread her cheeks and tugged her up, Holding just inside her quivering cunt I pulled down and thrust up at the same time.
"Fuck me." Lilly whimpered.
I pulled her up, our combined lubrication slurped adding to the excitement. I pulled my cock from her pussy and slid it between her obscenely spread ass cheeks. Lilly's eyes flung open a look of concern crossed her face. I repositioned it back to her pussy and filled Lilly again.
She ground down trapping my cock then just stopped. Lilly grinned as I tried to continue fucking. She pulled my hands from her hips and slipped them up under her tits.
"I have you Parker and I'm not letting go!" Lilly giggled.
Her pussy pulsed around my cock keeping me excited. Lilly caressed my face as I caressed her tits. Lilly slumped over and kissed me trapping my hands between us. She used my cock to tease her clit, then humped me to the edge of an orgasm
Lilly turned to ride me facing away. She bent forward to expose her ass and squealed as I rimmed her puckered hole with my finger. She leaned back against me and rubbed her clit as I gripped each tit and fondled them roughly.
Lilly jumped off my cock and straddled my face, alternating between sucking my cock or stroking it as she saw fit. I licked her cunt, and teased her clit when I could reach it. I rimmed her ass when she presented it to me.
We had been going at this for almost an hour, she brought us both close to coming several times always backed off at the last moment. It was like a marathon session of sexual positions and I was the stage prop.
At long last Lilly jumped off and lowered herself over my cock. I gripped her ass as she stretched up to kiss me.
"Roll me over." She hissed.
I could have bucked her off at any time, I doubt she weighed much over one hundred pounds. Rolling her over was easily accomplished. Lilly spread her legs, I plunged my cock in deep as her back was against the mattress.
"Yesssss." She moaned. "Parker...Please make me cum!" Lilly pleaded.
Lilly closed her eyes and smiled, her cunt contracting around my cock in desire. She had tried several positions and this was still her favorite. I started fucking her at a steady pace. Lilly willingly gave herself to me to do with as I wished.
I gripped her ass and held it just above the bed as her pussy welcomed me to the depths of her sex. When I nudged her cervix Lilly moaned. I have to admit the thought of impregnating her crossed my mind.
I was lost for a moment relishing the thought that she had come back to me. Every touch, every scent, and each noise she made all seemed perfect. Her pussy was hot and slippery and continued to milk my cock.
"Lil!" I gasped.
"I know..." She cooed.
Lilly was kissing my chest and bit my nipple firmly. I needed to cum but so wanted to bring her with me. I turned my attention back to Lilly. I lowered my body pressing her deep in the mattress.
I drug the root of my cock over her clit as her tits were mashed against my chest. Lilly started to buck against me announcing her impending orgasm. It was none too soon as I was myself was ready to spew.
Lilly gripped the sheet, her knuckles white with tension. I lunged back against her cervix, her pelvis rolled to keep me there, then this guttural groan escaped her lungs.
"UH, uh, uh, oh, oh, ah, ah..."
"I love you Lilllllllyyyyyyyyyy!" I moaned.
"Fill me up...oh Parker... I love you..." Lilly was fucking me now. Her cunt was gushing and greedy, her body spasmed as bolts of pleasure thrust her hard over my cock. My body responded by coating her inner walls with my seed.
I could feel her heart beat below me, her hands no longer gripped the bedding. I moved down and found her lips kissing her as the last waves of pleasure evaporated inside our bodies. Lilly held me in place as we continued to kiss.
We lounged in bed her head resting on my chest as I leaned against the headboard. I was caressing her stomach and occasionally playing with the piercing in her nipple. Lilly was stroking my cock just enough to keep it from going limp.
"Should we wake up the kids and go eat." I suggested.
"In a minute." Lilly snuggled in closer. "I have some things to tell you before we do that."
"Ok."
"You asked me how we got here." Lilly brought up my question from earlier.
"So I did."
"Tori was offered a promotion for a position at two locations. She chose the one here in Indianapolis. The company offered Tori a house not far from here." Lilly said nervously.
"That's great!" I replied enthusiastically.
"Do you mean that?" Lilly beamed.
"Of course! She's your aunt. She's family." I gushed.
"But Emily will live so close?" Lilly seemed concerned.
"So? ..."
"Parker I love you!" Lilly threw herself at me. "She can't wait to see you. She's coming in Saturday."
"Wonderful, we'll all go out and pick her up." I suggested.
"No Parker, she's coming in Saturday to see you. You can bring her over to go shopping Sunday." Lilly grinned.
"Lilly are you sure?" I asked concerned it was too soon.
"A deal is a deal!" Lilly held up the ring teasing me. "Now go wake up our babies while I get the table set. We have a lot of shopping tomorrow for when Emily arrives."
I threw on some sweats and a tee shirt and headed back to Daisy's room. I heard Lilly in the bathroom as I looked in on the girls. I stood there for several moments appreciating how beautiful they looked together.
When I heard Lilly head down the stairs I went and sat on the bed beside Rose. Daisy looked up when she felt the bed move. She looked up at me as happy as I had ever seen her. She reached over and shook Rose gently.
"Hey baby, Parker's here." Daisy whispered.
Rose smiled before she even opened her eyes. She lay facing my sister with her back to me.
"Is he naked?" She giggled.
"No." Daisy replied laughing.
"Oh well." Rose laughed.
Rose reached back and searched for my hand. When she found it she pulled it over her side and placed it over her chest. I squeezed Rose's tit through her top making her giggle.
"Maybe later but Lilly is downstairs getting dinner ready for the second time. We really should go eat." I replied.
Rose rolled over and looked up at me.
"So you already gave her the ring?" Rose asked getting emotional.
"I did..." A tear rolled over Rose's cheek. "...and she accepted." I admitted.
"Oh Parker!" Rose lunged at me. "So you said yes?"
"I did."
"Even to Emily?" Rose asked excitedly another tear rolled over her cheek.
"Yes."
She looked over at Daisy and reached for her hand. They both looked back at me. I could feel Rose shaking now she was so nervous.
"Even for your sister Daisy?" Rose dared to ask.
I looked at Daisy, she must have known what we were talking about. Our eyes locked on each other, I saw how she wanted this as much as I did.
"Especially Daisy." I confessed.
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ed with squealing women jumping on me. They were kissing me and each other, the bed groaned as they bounced around.
"Enough!" Lilly shouted. "I sent you in here to bring them down to eat not bring them off!" Lilly pointed her finger at me.
Daisy jumped from the bed and grabbed Lilly. She brought her over to the bed, Lilly tried to resist but she was no match for Daisy. Besides deep down I think she really wanted to join us.
Eventually we did go down to eat, the mood was happy and loving. As I reached up to turn the light off beside my bed Lilly snuggled up to me wearing just panties. I had just finished kissing her good night when Daisy and Rose opened the door.
"Really guys, would it hurt you to knock?" I asked.
They walked across the room also just wearing panties. Daisy slid in beside me and Rose moved to Lilly's side and cuddled up to her. I can't say it was the most comfortable night I slept but I loved every minute of it.
Friday I went to work as the ladies lounged in bed together. Lilly explained she and Rose were hoping their mother could change. Lilly knew it would be a difficult transition, but with our support, Lilly hoped Emily could start a new life.
Saturday morning when I came down for breakfast Lilly was waiting for me. There was a duffle bag and a hanging bag by the back door.
"Going somewhere?" I teased kissing Lilly on the cheek.
"No but you are." She looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes.
"Let me guess." I wrapped my arms around her slender waist holding her just inches away. "Emily is coming to town."
Lilly gave me nervous look. I leaned in and kissed her gently. "You're not mad?" She asked.
"Are you going to marry me?" I teased. Lilly pulled me down for a passionate kiss giving me her answer.
"I love you Parker. I knew you were the right man!" She beamed.
"A deal is a deal." I laughed.
"Go eat breakfast, her flight doesn't get here until later." Lilly shooed me to the table.
I was sitting along the far wall when she came down the escalator. It wasn't hard to pick her out, the floppy hat was the first thing I saw. I noticed everyone going the other direction on the escalator turned to check her out. I knew her outfit would be typical Emily. I smiled inwardly knowing this was going to be either really good or really bad.
As Emily stepped off the moving steps the crowd cleared in front of her. Her hair looked like it hadn't been combed in a week, with no makeup she looked like the wicked witch of the west.
Emily's top was several sizes too big, the scoop in the neck threatened to expose a tit any moment as it draped over one arm. That and as usual she wasn't wearing a bra. Emily's white shorts were cut off and frayed at the leg openings exposing every inch of her deeply tanned legs, and maybe a bit higher.
My guess is if you looked close enough there would be a rouge pussy hair or two among the threads of her shorts. Her camel toe was evident to anyone that cared to look. Emily's shoes had high solid wedge lifts that accentuated her calves, but they looked like she wore them in the garden.
I sat taking her in as she looked at the information board for her carousel. Her tight ass garnered more than her share of attention including mine. Her purse looked like a full size wicker basket she struggled to carry. She looked helpless and oddly out of place, which of course she was.
Emily is a star shaped peg in a world of round and square holes. She has so many facets people walking by will never see, and will never understand. I wonder how many Emily's are out there I have walked by?
I stood up and moved deftly across the massive terminal. Leaning over behind her I whispered in her ear.
"Are you still mad at me?" I teased.
Emily turned and saw me standing behind her. I knew the moment our eyes met she was about to fall apart.
"You came?" Emily cried out emotionally.
I was going to say something witty but she threw herself at me. Her hat flung back dangling by the string around her neck. I bent down and kissed her firmly on the lips, Emily's body was shaking.
As our lips parted Emily bear hugged me not letting go. I caressed her as she clung to me weeping softly. People walking by glanced at first but then started to stare.
'Em, we should get your luggage." I whispered kissing the top of her head.
"Where are my babies?" Emily held on tenaciously.
"At home with Daisy." I replied.
"They didn't come?" Emily looked up confused.
"You'll spend the day with them tomorrow." I explained softly.
"Tomorrow?" She seemed heartbroken.
"Today is Saturday." I said clearly.
Emily looked at me perplexed like I told her something she should already know. When I didn't follow up she tilted her head slightly thinking again about what I just said.
"Lilly..."
"Will have breakfast waiting for us." I replied subtly.
"Parker are you sure you're ok with this?" Emily looked up at me desperate to know what place she had in our lives.
"We have all day and night to talk about that." I assured her.
Sensing she needed reassured I bent down and offered to kiss her. Emily realizing the significance of my offer hesitated then attacked my lips with hers. I pulled her close her body melted into mine affirming our love. The tension in her body melted the longer we kissed.
"Should we take you home?" I whispered when Emily finally released me from her grasp.
"I would like that" Emily replied slipping her hand in mine.
I loaded her luggage in the back of the old sedan. We stopped and had lunch before the drive to her new house. With just the lap belt holding her in place Emily lay down across the seat with her head on my lap and dozed off.
I pulled up to the address Lilly had given me and parked in the driveway just in front of the garage. Reaching over I caressed her side moving my hand around front to grip her breast.
"Mmmmm." Emily cooed. "Instead of talking maybe we should do that all day and night?" Emily suggested.
She released the seat belt and laid back across the seat. Emily turned on her back and looked up as I shifted the car in park and turned off the ignition. I released my seat belt and sat there just looking at her. Emily took my right hand and placed it on top of her stomach. She looked up with that wicked grin and then unbuttoned her shorts.
Lifting her ass she pushed her shorts off her feet and spread her legs. So much for being subtle I thought. I slipped my hand lower engaging her course pubic hair. Emily's eyes locked on mine pleading with me not to stop.
I moved my hand lower over her furry mound and found her pussy moist in anticipation. I parted her oily lips and worked my fingers between them. With her legs braced against the door Emily pushed her pussy up urging me to probe her depths.
Still locked on each other's eyes I moved my hand back up and rubbed her clit. Emily closed her eyes and whimpered in gratitude. With my two middle fingers I spread her lips wider this time. Emily looked at me again as I approached the opening to her greedy cunt. I curled them as they slipped inside her tight pussy.
Emily bit down on her lower lip, her cunt contracted as my fingers probed deeper. Her eyes pleaded with me to bring her off. I stabbed her pussy in quick succession as her feet pushed off the door arching her back. Emily wiggled her ass and humped my fingers churning her excitement. Her breathing was erratic, she reached for my cock. I slapped her hand away.
"Cum for me!" I taunted her. "Be a good little girl."
Emily closed her eyes and moaned as my thumb rubbed her clit. She thrust up so high her top slid down to her neck exposing her tits. My hand was blur finger fucking her tight hairy snatch.
"Oh! Fuck!" Emily hissed.
The whole car started to sway, she rocked her pelvis up harder and harder. Emily clenched her legs tight over my fingers, she gripped the side of the seat with her hands. She looked up at me her eyes burning with desire. Emily's whole body quivered then slowly settled back to the seat. I pulled my oily fingers back over her thick bush. Emily pulled my hand up to her mouth, she sucked my fingers clean focusing on my reaction.
Emily lay there catching her breath sucking each finger clean a second time in a suggestive fashion. She pulled my hand back to her pussy. I gently caressed her furry mound as she closed her eyes. Emily slowly opened her legs inviting me back to her sex.
"Maybe later." I whispered continuing to focus on her bush.
"I was a good girl wasn't I?" Emily whimpered.
"You were a very bad girl!" I replied. "I just might have to punish you later." I teased.
"Promise?" Giggling, Emily pushed my hand down firmly on her mound.
"Would you like to see your house?" I asked before we got carried away again.
I pulled the keys from the ignition and opened my door. Emily looked up disappointed but reached for her panties and shorts. I opened the trunk and took out her luggage and mine. Opening the back door we went in the kitchen where there was a vase with fresh flowers and a note from Rose and Lilly.
Lilly had filled some of the cupboards with basic dishes and stocked the refrigerator. I was expecting just enough for a meal or so, but in typical Lilly fashion, it looked like she was stocking up for the winter.
Tori was offered the house through the company she worked for. It's an average Midwestern house, three bedrooms two and a half baths. Newer construction meant it was only one of four styles the builder offered.
With a brick and stained wood it lacks the charm of an older house and the mature trees that went with them. The yard had sod and only an occasional bush or plant in the flower gardens. I let Emily walk around while I washed up and carried in all the luggage.
I founded her in the sun room off the dining room facing the back yard. I walked up behind her putting my hands around the front of her waist. Emily leaned back against me pulling my hands tighter.
"We have a lot of work to do out there don't we?" Emily sighed.
Emily may be a bit eccentric but I admired her strength. Just hours ago she was an emotional wreck and now she is standing in a house she had never been in. This is a traumatic change for a woman that was a recluse for so many years. Here she stands with a one night lover making the best of a situation she had little or no control over.
"We do." I leaned over and kissed the side of her neck.
"Parker why are you doing this?" Emily questioned. "I told Lilly she could marry you."
Emily turned to face me, she searched my eyes.
"If we get the yard cleaned up I can help work on a new garden one night this week," I replied ignoring her question.
"Are you sure? That could take all afternoon?" Emily warned me.
"Well we better get at it don't you think?" I suggested.
Emily put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a passionate kiss.
"Let's go look at the bedrooms. I'll make lunch while you get settled." I said giving her a quick peck on the lips. "You might want to change your clothes, this isn't California." I teased.
Emily gave me a wicked smile then took my hand and led me down the hall. I stopped and picked up her luggage and followed her to the bedrooms.
My understanding is the house was arranged for purchase, mostly furnished, from another employee that was moving out of the country. I can only guess that it was not cost effective to move the furnishings as they looked to be in good shape. Still Lilly did purchase a new king size mattresses for both bedrooms and had them delivered just this morning.
Lilly and Rose bought new linens for the beds and towels for the bathrooms. This house has a master bedroom on one side of the hall and two large bedrooms on the other side about the same size. Lilly picked out the one facing the back yard for Emily. I set her suitcases on the bed, Emily headed to the bathroom as I went back the kitchen to start lunch.
The house is a ranch a good twenty minutes from mine. The lots are small with neighbors close by on either side. Located in a trendy neighborhood it should fit Tori just fine. I'm not so sure about Emily however.
I changed into an old tee shirt and jean shorts to work in the back yard. I found the key to the shed and was going through it as Emily cleaned up after lunch and change her clothes. There wasn't much to work with but I did find an old shovel, a rake and a wheel barrow with a flat tire. I hauled them out to the yard and started cleaning up when Emily approached.
I leaned up against the rake and laughed to myself as Emily moved closer. Of course the floppy hat adorned her head and frazzled hair. A muscle tee shirt that did little to cover her unencumbered tits was cut off just below them. She was wearing the shorts from earlier in the day and if my guess was correct she wore no panties.
"That's a look!" I teased.
"You complaining?" Emily snickered.
"Not me, not by a long shot." I laughed. "I suggest you stay in the back yard just the same."
Emily was appreciative of the attention she received the rest of the day as we worked. She was lost in the world of gardening spending most of her time talking to herself. She looked at every tree, shrub and old planter. I think she enjoyed teasing me as much as she did gardening. Emily made sure to bend over exposing her tits dangling inside her top or her shorts riding up the crack of her ass.
The spring day was just perfect to be outside but by four we were both hot and sweaty. I rolled the last of the debris to the corner of the yard where we planned to put a mulch bin. By now the flat tire on the wheelbarrow was flopping on the steel rim.
We were nowhere close to done but at least the landscaping in the back was cleaned out. I closed up the shed and sat at the picnic table as Emily walked around the yard. She was mumbling to herself, no doubt deciding what to grow and where.
I poured a glass of ice water and continued to watch Emily roam. I sat wondering how I came to be here. Emily looked over at me and caught me staring at her. She seemed to know what I was thinking, there was a happy smile on her face as she approached me. Emily moved my legs together and straddled them still standing.
Her shorts rode up her thighs pressing tight against her sex. Emily's tits were at the perfect level, I reached under her top and gripped each delicate orb and gave them a firm squeeze. Emily cooed and leaned in closer letting her forehead rest on mine.
"They've missed you too." She whispered. "So has she."
Emily reached down and unbuttoned her shorts then unzipped them. She thrust her hand over her furry mound. Throwing her head back I nuzzled up her top and suckled one fat nipple. The salty flavor of her perspiration was intoxicating. I reached and pulled an ice cube from my glass and slipped it in my mouth. Taking the other sweaty tit in my mouth I rolled the ice cube over her nipple making it harden immediately.
"Parker...!" Emily gasped.
Emily struggled to get her hand deep enough since her shorts were so tight. She pressed against me forcing my head back as I suckled her stiff nipple with the ice cube still in my mouth. Her hand was wedged between us as she wiggled to get it deeper in her shorts.
"We should go inside." I suggested.
"Yes!" Emily readily agreed.
I picked her up as she pulled her hand from her shorts and carried her in the back door. Emily pulled the gusset of her shorts to one side and started to finger her pussy from outside her shorts.
"I need you to fuck me!" Emily moaned as we passed through the kitchen down the main hall.
"Maybe we should..."
"Now Parker!" Emily groaned grabbing my neck and kissed me desperately.
I turned into the den and sat her down on the large couch. Emily shucked her shorts then reached for mine. She had them to my knees and lunged to take my cock in her mouth. I knew we were both hot and sweaty and tried to stop her but Emily wouldn't be denied.
With one hand she guided my cock in her mouth, the other she moved to her pussy. I pulled off my tee shirt, looking down I saw Emily peering up through her frazzled mane of hair.
I reached down and gripped her under her arms and pulled her up forcefully.
"Here, let me make love to you." I said lovingly.
"I don't want you to make love to me I want you to fuck me!" Emily demanded, glaring at me from behind her hair.
"If that's what you want." I swept her hair from her eyes.
"That's what I need." Emily replied in a husky voice.
I laid her on the area rug in front of the couch and move between her legs. Emily guided me into her waiting twat. I thrust in deep as she released my cock.
"Harder Parker!" Emily grunted.
I reached down and gripped her ass and thrust in her again eliciting a groan. We were both covered in sweat and dirt from working outside and soon we only added to that effluence. I pounded her pussy unmercifully, Emily spread her legs begging for more. She reached down and gripped my ass with both hands forcing me in until there was no more in.
Emily grunted as my cock stabbed her cervix and our pelvises smacked together. With the hard floor below her there was no cushion for the constant barrage my cock inflicted on her cunt. Sweaty and dirty this was animal lust in the purest, rawest form. The only emotion in play was fucking and getting fucked.
Emily rubbed her clit on the root of my cock, as it mashed against her. There were many whimpers and mews encouraging me not to stop. At first I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock, but now, there just seemed to be a soupy mess between her legs I was stirring. Her cunt was gaping open her hips rotating to change the angle for her pleasure. My balls slapped her ass drenched in sweat and our arousal.
"Cum in me" Emily squeaked breaking the silence.
"Cum for me you dirty little girl." I bent down and kissed her forehead.
"I can't my pussy's numb." Emily giggled happily. "Please just cum in me!"
"Bullshit you started this you're going to cum!" I insisted.
Reaching around my finger found her nether hole and rimmed it with our excitement.
"Parker!" She groaned.
I slipped the tip of my finger inside to the first knuckle.
"Tonight that will be my cock!" I hissed.
Her pussy clamped over my cock hard at just the thought of it.
"It's too big!" Emily groaned as I slipped my finger in deeper.
"Then you better learn to relax now!" I warned her pushing my finger all the way in her ass.
I could feel my cock pressing along the entire length of my finger. Emily was trapped between the two. I pressed my finger up hard, her clit ground against me.
"Cum you dirty little girl!" I demanded.
With the next thrust of my cock I felt her start to wiggle between my cock and finger.
"You bastard!" Emily protested. "I'm going to cum!" She then shouted.
"The next one goes in your ass!" I shouted as I slammed in deep and uncapped the gushing oil well in her pussy.
Emily pulled me tight against her forcing me in the depths of her sex. My cock swelled with my orgasm. Emily's asshole clamped around my finger as her pussy contracted around my cock. She cried out as her body started rocking beneath me. Drenched in perspiration I slid up and down her body as she urged me to continue fucking her through her orgasm.
With one last shudder Emily placed her arms around my waist and held me from moving as I unloaded deep in her womb. I pulled my finger from her ass and wiped my hand on my tee shirt then I tried to lift my shoulders.
"Please don't move yet." Emily whispered holding me tight.
I removed as much weight as she would allow me to. No longer active the cool air settled in around us making our skin feel clammy. I'll have to admit the passion having dissipated the ripe aroma of us sweating so much filled my senses. Emily shivered below me, I thought she was cold. When I looked down she was crying.
I know what you're going to say, I should have known better. Maybe I did, still it only seemed the polite thing to say.
"You alright?" I asked. Yeah, I admit it, it was dumb. Ok it was stupid.
"NOOO..." Emily sobbed.
Lying on the floor her petite body pinned beneath me, emotional and sobbing, Emily continued to cry.
"What's wrong?" I felt compelled to ask. Like I said stupid.
"YOU...!" Emily continued to weep.
Confused and concerned, only then did I figure it might be better to just not say anything. I realized Emily was physically and emotionally drained. I pulled up, she tried to stop me but her body lacked the strength to resist me. I sat up leaning against the couch and pulled her on my lap. With my arm around her back and the other under her knees I held her against me in a fetal position.
Emily rested her head on my shoulder and continued to cry softly. We sat there quietly until my ass cheeks became numb.
"Let's get cleaned up, right now you're a stinky little girl." I teased.
Emily looked at me through her hair and gave me a weak smile. She leaned in to kiss me, when I responded by kissing her back she pressed even harder. Her tongue played with mine, soon her arms were around my neck holding on tight. I rolled to the side got on my knees and lifted her up with me.
Once in the shower I lowered her down. We took turns washing and drying each other. We went to her room where we dressed in clean clothes. I put on a pullover shirt, briefs and dress shorts. Emily pulled over this crepe white top that covered little, panties and a pair of shorts that were way too short for a woman in her forties.
"I take it we're not going out to eat?" I asked looking at her choice of clothes.
"What?" She looked in the mirror seeing the same woman I saw but clearly through different eyes.
"At least a bra, and maybe a skirt?" I suggested.
Emily looked back at me to see if I was serious. Seeing I was she looked back in the mirror.
"You don't think this is sexy." Emily turned to the side to check out her ass.
I moved in closer putting my hands on her hips. Emily looked up to see me looking her body over.
"I think it is very sexy...and so will very other guy." I whispered.
Emily seemed surprised by what I said. She cocked her head and gave me a questioned look. I moved my hands along her sides and bent down to kiss her.
"I want you all for myself." I said kissing her.
When we parted Emily stood back and gave me that wicked smile.
"Oh..." Emily looked in the mirror again and giggled. "...you mean..."
"Until you decide otherwise." I nodded.
"Oh Parker!" Emily squealed. "You go and I'll get ready." She said happily.
It was well over a half hour before she came down the hall but the wait was worth every minute. Emily had done her hair back in a ponytail, changed into a nice blouse (with a bra) and a beautiful sea-foam green skirt that was just above her knees. Appropriately dressed we headed out for dinner.
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*Warning This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.*
A few nights ago, I had experienced a handful of things for the first time. My balls were drained of their contents without having an orgasm, I licked my own cum from a tray and swallowed the entire load, and to top it all off, I had a butt plug shoved roughly inside my abused anus and had to endure its invasion for a few hours before being allowed to remove it.
When we arrived home that night, we were both exhausted from the excitement of the evening. Barely a word exchanged but we spent twenty minutes while laying in bed holding each other close and passionately kissing one another. Our world was at peace. My wife was happy with our arrangement, as was I, even though tasting my own sperm threw me for a loop, and I felt loved without the need for physical ties. I felt love in everything my beautiful wife did.
Neither of us introduced the topic of what occurred the other night for a few days. I didn't want her to feel like I was prying for information on what occurred while I was blindfolded and Angie wasn't sure that I was Ok with all that transpired. Madam Sara obviously took it further that Angie thought she would. Finally sitting on couch watching TV, both of us naked to the bone, she cuddled close to me and braved the subject that had been tearing her up inside.
"Baby," my wife said to me with glossy eyes, "I owe you an apology for the other night. I had no idea that Sara would take things that far. I knew she was a very dominate woman from my conversations with her, I just didn't realize she would treat you like her own, especially making you lick up your own cum and eat all of it. I just stood there, dazed and petrified, as she told you to do it, but something came over me. I got so turned on at the thought of you doing it that something inside me took over and to make matters worse, I punished you severely for not doing it. I am very sorry baby."
"You do not have to be sorry Angie," I said as I wiped a tear from her cheek. "I realized that the night would become all too real for me as soon as you told me that Sara would be teaching you. When you told me to be respectful, I resigned myself to becoming as submissive as I could possibly be. I should have been prepared. Some of the stories I read ended with the man consuming his own cum, I just didn't think I would be forced to do it. You do not have to be sorry for anything. You wanted me to do something and I should have done it immediately. If I had known this was burning a hole in you I would have reassured you sooner that I was alright with everything that happened."
"So it is alright with you that you had to swallow your own load?" my wife asked beginning to perk up.
"Yes Mistress," I told her seriously, "I may not have enjoyed it but I should not have hesitated to follow your command. Does this mean that you are going to take away the punishment?"
"Oh no," she said her eyes narrowing, "When I issue punishment it stays. Two months extra is tacked onto your chastity period. It might even be good for you. I thank you for being so wonderful. You always put me at ease even if something I did made you suffer."
She gave me a tight, loving hug, her breasts mashed between our bodies and kissed me like we were making out in the back seat after the high school prom.
"I am glad you were alright with everything that happened," Angie said to me, her hand squeezing my balls gently, "because we are going to continue doing them. You will clean up after yourself anytime I allow your cummies to leave those swollen testicles and you will thank me for being allowed to do so. It makes me so hot to think about you licking up your own mess. I remember how many times you begged me to let you cum in my mouth and swallow. I never allowed you to and now it is me who wants you to swallow and you actually do it," My wife said laughing heartily.
Life as normal, at least normal for us, continued over the next two months. At least once a week we would make a trip to Madam Sara's store so I could pick out new lingerie and sexy outfits for her to wear. Madam Sara would always close the store to allow me to shop in the nude as Angie joined her in the comfortable seating, chatting about life and exchanging secrets, I presumed. The nurse's outfit was the first one I bought for her and became her official milking outfit. Whenever the sexy white leather was stretched over her gorgeous body, I knew that I would be getting drained that night. I came to look forward to seeing her dressed as my sperm removal specialist. We also purchased a multitude of restraints for my Mistress to use on me at anytime, but mainly for tying me down to the milking bench that I made with my own hands, using the one in Madam Sara's dungeon as a model.
I sometimes wondered if I should pick her sexy outfits a bit more carefully as she continued to dress more provocatively when she left the house. Her skirts steadily grew shorter, and her blouses tighter and more sheer. I feared that her attire would offend someone at her workplace, but the truth of it was that I made more than enough money to support us with my job, and if she ended up being fired, it wouldn't hurt us financially. I caught the neighbors staring and practically drooling as she walked down the entry, swaying her ass rhythmically as she made her way to the car. How many of them were trying to steal peaks through my windows at night? Well if they do, they will be in for a rude surprise when they see me walk past.
Angie looked forward to my milking sessions as well. One night after she had spent an hour working my prostate with her fingers and the wand, coaxing so much jizz out of me that I didn't think I could consume it all, she left me tied to the bench and inserted a large butt plug before pacing the room and telling me how she felt.
"You have no idea how powerful it makes me feel to drain your balls this way," she said as she pulled off the rubber gloves. "You, my loving husband are restrained before me, unable to protect yourself, your ass pointed up in the air at me, and you poor denied cock swaying below you unguarded. Perhaps I should take Madam Sara's advice and see how you deal with a little bit of cock and ball torture. If I chose to do so, there isn't a damn thing you could do about it in your current state," she said slapping my balls lightly causing me to jump.
"But you have been so good and made very few mistakes that I find it difficult to punish you for them," she digressed. "Just keep in mind that I will not hesitate to get a few extra pointers from her if you start slacking off. I highly recommend you endeavor to start licking up your cum faster. I know your tongue is talented enough to do it, but you continue to hesitate in taking the first taste every time I drain you. I love watching you eat your own spunk from a tray like a dog and your hesitation disappoints me. If you don't improve I will buy a ball vise and a parachute and then we will see how quickly you learn."
"Please forgive me Mistress," I pleaded. "I am trying to do it quickly. I have to overcome a notion in my head that tells me it is wrong. I will try harder and I understand that if you feel I need to be punished, you will do so for my own good."
She smiled at me and she tenderly cleaned my cock before securing the cage on my cock and releasing my bonds, but leaving the plug inside me for the remainder of the night.
As the weeks flew by, I continued to pleasure her glorious pussy at the drop of the dime, mostly with my mouth and fingers, but every so often, she would make me get Leroy and give her a nice deep fucking. Not a night went by in which she was left unsatisfied and I was devoted to continue that record. She always rewarded me with tender kisses and caressing my body as we cuddled together.
About three months since my last orgasm, I came home from a relatively good day at work. I had secured a few important contracts, at a slight cost to myself, and my boss was extremely happy with my performance. She actually mentioned that she wished the company had more dedicated employees like myself. I had to laugh to myself. If there were more like me, there would be entirely too much stored up testosterone confined in the office.
I entered my house and removed my clothing before I noticed Angie coming down the stairs. I don't know how she does it, but she always finds a way to make my confined dick aspire to achieve an erection. She was dressed in a leather fetish outfit consisting of an open bra with crossed chrome chains across her breasts that did nothing to offer any support to her perky tits, coupled with a pair of panties outlined in leather, the patch covering her pussy was transparent plastic, slightly fogged from the moisture between her legs. Encasing her toned legs was a set of patent leather boots that laced all the way up her smooth, pale thighs and had six-inch chrome heels that sharpened into a spike at the end. A tight choker strung the entire width of her neck finished out the outfit.
"Get down on your hands and knees and follow me up the stairs slave," she commanded me in a cold voice.
I dropped on all fours and crawled across the hardwood floor like an animal and up the stairs, looking up and seeing her beautiful ass sway up the stairs before me. I followed her into the bedroom and immediately noticed all the restraints out and ready. I really want to be a fly on the wall to find out what Madam Sara is teaching her. She gestured to the bed and I crawled onto it, laying on my back perfectly still.
She began to attach cuffs to my wrists and ankles, along with thigh cuffs, a belt around my waist, and a heavy collar. She proceeded to attach lengths of rope to each cuff and points along the bed. When she was done, my arms were stretched above my head, my legs spread wide, and my neck and waist pulled tightly close to the bed. There was very little play in the ropes and I was at her mercy.
"We are going to try something different tonight," she whispered, leaning close to my ear. "Do you know what edging is?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied, my breathing heavy, "It is when you constantly bring me very close to orgasm but do not actually allow me to have one. You keep doing it over and over."
"That is correct my little slave hubby," she exclaimed, excitement showing in her hazel eyes. "Tonight I am going to bring you to the edge until I have you skating the line of insanity. If you didn't force me to punish you, tonight would have been a release day for you. Instead, you will go to bed frustrated beyond belief and have two and a half more months of captivity to look forward to."
"I am warning you," she said sternly, no trace of a smile on her face, "you better not spurt your cummies on me. If you do not control yourself, I will put the cage back on immediately and you will endure one year without so much as skin on skin contact the entire time. In addition, I will send you to Madam Sara for a weekend and tell her to really let you have it. I have no doubt she will take you places that I, physically, never could. You may tell me when you are getting close if I fail to recognize the signs."
"I understand Mistress," I replied respectfully, "I will not allow myself to have a pleasurable orgasm because you do not wish me to have one."
She wasted no more time on talk and unlocked my cage, removing it roughly before grabbing my balls and squeezing very tightly, causing me to lose my breath, a stifled scream escaping my lips. She lubed up her hand and began stroking my rapidly hardening cock slowly and tightly.
My god it felt so good to get some attention after three months of captivity and denial. Even though I knew this was going to lead to more frustration, and quite possibly a bad case of blue balls, I was going to enjoy every measured stroke.
She continued to slowly pump my dick, pausing every now and then to rub the sensitive head and tug on my balls and scrotum. She would twist her hand and drag her nails along the underside of my flesh. She varied speed and pressure, sometimes using both hands, covering my entire length, to jerk me off. After ten minutes of her loving attention, I felt my balls begin to tense up and my breathing became shallow. Just one microsecond from the point where I would have to speak up, she stopped and let my lightly throbbing member fall against my stomach. She threw a bag of Ice and water on my cock before leaving the room.
I lay there as the freezing bag worked its magic on bringing my erection under control and causing my balls to relax. After five minutes, I was twisting in my bonds, desperate to throw the baggie of my shrunken dick but my bonds were so tight that the very little movement I was able to achieve did nothing to rid myself of the cold sensation. Relenting, I aspired to turn my thoughts to anything else to distract from the discomfort, but it accomplished nothing.
After about fifteen minutes, my scantily clad Mistress returned to the room and removed the bag from my groin. The cool air of the room felt like an oven around my cock. She started to blow on my genitals and the shrunken appendage began to respond immediately.
"Well, that was the first of the night. Let's see how quickly I can take you to the brink with a nice sloppy blowjob," she said seductively as she started the lick the length of my now engorges penis.
She took all five-inches into her mouth and sucked me like a professional, stopping occasionally to swirl her tongue over the sensitive head of my dick, driving me wild. After three minutes, I had a pool of her saliva laying at the base of my cock where my pubic hair used to reside. I felt my balls begin to tense but she continued to engulf my throbbing cock with her warm mouth. I tensed my muscles tighter than I ever had to stop the cum from starting its travel up my cock.
"Please stop!" I cried out. "I can't hold back much longer."
She spit out my dick, slapped my balls hard, and threw the baggie of ice water on my cock again before blowing me a kiss and leaving the room. It took five minutes before I was able to bring my breathing under control. My abdominal muscles hurt from being flexed so tightly and my privates once again endured the chilling sensation. It was at least twenty minutes before she returned again.
"This baggie of ice water really does the trick," she said after removing the bag." I can't believe how much your cock shrinks, I mean, it's nothing but a stub sticking out after I remove the bag. You wouldn't be able to fuck a mouse with it."
My cock started to harden in response to her talking about how small my dick was. I won't say that humiliation is a huge turn on for me, but the part of cuckolding where the wife compares the large size of her lover's cock to her husband's small penis does get me worked up.
She lubed up her hand again and began stroke my hardening cock again, doing it extremely slowly, each pump lasting ten seconds or more before pausing for about thirty seconds and continuing. She took this time to talk to me.
"I bet this feels really good baby, doesn't it?" she asked me.
"Yes Mistress, it feels absolutely wonderful even though I know it won't result in an orgasm for me," I replied truthfully.
"Well it could result in an orgasm for you," she said looking at me with a devilish grin. "You can spray your load if you want to, only there are consequences for doing so. You have been denied for three months. You can cum today but then you will have to go four times as long and, of course, deal with whatever Sara would do to you."
My mind was quickly turning to mush. She was trying to tease me to cum so she could punish me. My brain kicked the idea back and forth like a devil and angel sitting on each shoulder. I had to resist the temptation to shoot my load. Just two and a half months to go until release.
"No Mistress," I told her with a determined voice, "I do not want to fail the task of going five and a half months without an orgasm that you asked me to complete. Even though it feels so good, and I know my balls will begin to ache soon, I have to hold myself back for you."
She straddled my hips and pulled her transparent panties to the side. She began to rub my sensitive head against her slick pussy lips, just a fraction of an inch from entering her pleasure hole.
"Here is your last chance baby. Just say the word and I will sink myself down on your cock and ride you until you spray me down. What if I wanted you to cum tonight just so I could make you endure zero orgasms for an entire year? Would you change your mind then?" she asked me deviously.
"If you wanted me to cum tonight," I began, "there is little I can do about it. You will prevail no matter what I decided. However, I humbly request that you allow me to complete five and a half months before I can cum. If you wish for me to go one year, you can make my next period of frustrating denial as such. I personally think one year is too long and will not be as much a turn on for me, but what I think does not matter. The only thing that matters is your desires."
She dismounted me and continued to slowly masturbate me as she looked into my eyes, evaluating my last comment. Her other hand started to gently squeeze and massage my ball sack, the pressure once again building in my nuts. She stopped stroking and threw my cock to the side moments before I reached climax, utilizing the freezing cold bag to bring me under control.
"Congratulations hubby, you passed the test," she commended me before leaving me and my shrinking erection to ourselves. My balls now began to ache as if someone was constantly squeezing them. I knew right away that this was the beginning of blue balls.
Twenty minutes later, she returned to the bedroom. She removed the ice, now mostly melted, and lubed up her hand. As my cock began to grow again she started to jerk my cock furiously, so fast that only thirty seconds passed before my sore balls began to throb again.
"Stop! Please don't make me cum! Please stop Mistress!" I begged and pleaded.
"If that is truly what you wish," she said letting my throbbing cock fall unfulfilled to my stomach. "Just remember this. You asked me, nay begged me, not to make you cum hubby."
She stormed out of the room without using the baggie and turned off the light, leaving me lay in darkness, the slightest movement making my balls feel like they were being punched. I was now blue balled and was thankful to be left alone, as time was the only thing to cure the pain.
About an hour later she finally returned to the bedroom carrying a small canvas bag with a string tie at the top. When she shook the bag it sounded like small rocks clicking together.
"How do your frustrated balls feel honey," she asked me in a child like voice.
"My balls are causing me pain Mistress," I replied honestly. "The slightest movement feels like they are being squeezed in a vice or being punched by a boxing glove. You have officially given me blue balls."
"Good," she said shortly, "I hoped you would learn what it feels like to have your balls so full of pent up sperm that even air can hit you like a cannon. What I have in my hand is a bag full of marbles. When you came in the house today you left your clothes in a pile near the door and now your swollen nuts will pay the price."
"Oh shit," I thought. What she was saying was true, I had finally slipped up on something.
She slipped the canvas bag over my ball sack and pulled the strings tight, yanking them in opposite directions and trapping my abused testicles within the bag. Tying the strings alone had me in agony, but as she began to move the marbles around in the palm of her hand, I learned what agony was. I screamed out and strained against my restraints as I experienced what it would feel like to have ten sets of fingers squeezing each testicle at once. She giggled as she worked the marbles around each tender testicle. "Struggle all you want hubby," she told me harshly. "You will endure this for as long as I deem necessary. You will learn not to make mistakes or I will help you learn. If I need to get really rough, I will take you to see Madam Sara. You have no idea of the wild things she tells she has done to men."
After ten minutes, I could not stand anymore and was at my breaking point. I was about to tell her I wanted to end our chastity agreement when she suddenly stopped and removed the bag. I wheezed as I tried to draw in breath, my stomach a series of tangled knots, and a severe urge to vomit that I quickly brought under control. With the painful stimulation dissipated, did I still want to end our agreement? The answer was no. I wanted to continue being chaste but I was sure that I would endeavor to make no more mistakes.
"Lesson learned!" she scolded me before giving me a deep kiss and leaving me in a dark room again.
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"I am sorry for leaving my clothes on the floor," I began sincerely, "and I am sorry for making you punish me. I understand that you had to do it and I promise I will try to ensure that you don't have to do it again."
"Thank you," she said perking up immediately, "I am so happy that understand why I did it. I know it was intense. How much more do you think you could have taken?"
"A split second" I told her, "merely a heartbeat."
I rolled over and she melted into my arms as we made out like newlyweds before drifting off to sleep.
About a month and a half later, I was working on the computer in my office when Angie walked in wearing her naughty nurse's outfit. My fingers stopped pecking away at the keyboard as my mind went blank. Seems like a good night to have my balls drained. My sexy wife gave me the 'come here finger' and walked towards the bedroom with me in tow. When I entered the bedroom I was shocked to see Kelley sitting in the chair next to the bed, dressed only in a hot pink thong, her huge globes hanging freely and her nipples quickly hardening.
Angie had me assume the position on the milking table as they both began to attach cuffs and tie me down. As usual, my wife did a good job at limiting my mobility and Kelley, with a few helpful pointers from my wife, did equally as well. I strained to get hard in the cage knowing that Kelley would watch me get all my stagnant cum extracted by getting my prostate massaged. It also hit me that she would watch me lick up everything that streamed out of me. I figured that my wife told her about the progress we had made, but it was something else to know she would witness it.
"Wow, you were kidding Angie," Kelley gasped in amazement. "He eagerly hopped right up there."
"Of course he did Sis," my wife answered her proudly. "This is the only way he has available to get the cum out of his body and reduce the swelling in his tender balls."
"Oh you poor baby," she said with mock pouty lips. "How long has my evil sister kept your poor little dicklette locked in that cage without allowing you to have an orgasm?"
"It has been four and a half months since I last had an orgasm, and a mighty good orgasm it was," I replied with a smile on my face.
"He is actually proud that he has gone this long without cumming," she said to Angie.
"Of course he is," my wife told her calmly. "He is being a good little boy and achieving a goal I set before him, because I desire it and nothing else."
"Well I would feel sorry for you," Kelley said to me, "but since you brought this on yourself, you have no one to blame but yourself. Alright, let's get this party started."
Angie wasted no time snapping on her gloves and lubricating my arse before inserting the enema nozzle and letting it flow. After waiting for a time, followed by expelling the liquid, I was restrained again. She had Kelley remove my CB-6000 as she lubricated two fingers, inserted them into my ass, and started to massage my prostate gland. Kelley watched closely as my wife worked her magic. Thanks to having an audience, it took no time at all for precum to begin glistening at the tip of my raging hard prick. Angie removed her fingers, inserted the milking wand, and continued with the process. After a few minutes, my wife allowed her sister to try it and before I knew it, Kelley was working the wand, hitting all of the right places.
As the small amount of pressure began to build in my nuts, Angie took over working the wand and began a quick, rough stimulation of my prostate. I had learned to control my muscles expertly with all the practice I received over the past few months and kept them still as a pond as my saved up sperm and seminal fluid rapidly drained from my cock, landing in the tray below me.
"Look at all that nasty jizz just flow out of him!" Kelley exclaimed. "You are right. It doesn't spurt at all. It just runs out like a leaky faucet. Oh my god this is making me wet!"
She wasn't lying. The crotch of her panties was so wet that it appeared they would begin to drip like my cock at any second.
Angie kept at it for another ten minutes as they witnessed a random drop escape and hit the pan here and there. With a final down stroke of my cock, freeing the last remnants of my balls, Angie turned to her sister.
"Wait until you see this," Angie said confidently. "If that made you wet, watching him eat it will open the flood gates."
Kelley picked up the try and placed it below my face. "Here is your dinner Chasty. Be a good boy and show me how you swallow all of your cum. Lick it and eat it!"
I no longer hesitated in completing this task. It was like second nature to me. I quickly licked up large globs of my man goo, bringing it inside my mouth and letting it slide down the back of my throat. I watched Kelley as I continued to consume my mess and she couldn't keep her fingers out of her panties. I finished licking every drop as both the sexy women complimented my performance.
"Thank you for not disappointing me hubby," my wife said cutely.
"You did that like you enjoyed it Chasty. Nicely done." Kelley said laughing.
My wife cleaned my cock and balls with a damp rag before teaching Kelley how to install the cage. They untied my bonds and freed me from the table. Kelley threw herself on the bed and pleaded with my wife.
"Please let me use him tonight. After watching him eat his own cummies, I really need to get off. It's time I collect some payment for wearing this," she said holding up the silver key on the chain around her neck.
"Be my guest Sis," Angie said in a carefree manner , locking my wrists behind my back and walking out the door. "Feel free to use him as long as you wish, just don't break my toy."
Even though my balls had just been drained, knowing I was about to go down on my wife's sister made my cock snap to attention. I watched her lying on the bed, tweaking her own nipples as she stared me directly in the eyes.
"Make sure you have swallowed all of that cum," Kelley ordered me. "I don't want to get pregnant from any leftover sperm that might be swimming around in your mouth."
I swirled my tongue around my mouth ensuring that all my jizz had been swallowed before crawling between her legs, immediately smelling her excited juices. I used my teeth to grab hold of her cotton panties and peeling them down her legs. As my tongue traced its way back up the inside of her thigh, I began to feel the massive amount of heat radiating from her pussy. Seeing her sex for only the second time, I saw that she had shaved most of her pubic hair, leaving a thin strip similar to way my wife groomed her curlies.
As I slowly inched closer to her sodden cunt, she suddenly jammed it right into my face, taking me by surprise and jeering my neck. Regaining my senses, I immediately shoved my tongue between her slit and up her slippery hole, straining myself as deep as I could go. With just one lick she started to moan in ecstasy. I pulled my tongue out and bit her clit, using my tongue to push the portion inside my mouth against the back of my teeth. She screamed and bucked causing me to tug on her clit even harder.
"Holy fuck!" she screamed out loud. "I can't believe I am cumming all over my sister's husband's face. Oh my god, Oh fuck, Oh FUCK!"
Her voice trailed off into illegible sounds before she came down from her monster orgasm. As she tried to pull away, I held her clitoris tightly between my teeth, causing her to rebound from the jolt through her, now extra sensitive, button. She tried again and I held fast before she gave up. Once she settled I began to run my tongue up and down her moist slit before flicking it against her clit. As she tried to draw away again, I simply followed her up onto the bed, slithering my way like a snake due to not having the use of my hands.
"Oh my god," she said giggling, "you have to stop. I don't know if I can take anymore. Every time I try to pull away your tongue just follows me and hits the right spots all over again."
"Stop moving or I will tie you down Sis," my wife surprised us from the doorway. "I will tie you to the bed with your legs spread and inviting like a slut and make him pleasure you all night long."
I wonder if she watched the entire time. Oh well, who cares. Kelley finally stop trying to escape me and I began to focus my talents. I continued for the next forty-five minutes as she melted to mush below me, enjoying two more orgasms before I had to stop, my jaw throbbing and my tongue swollen.
Kelley lay there regaining her breath and five minutes later she was asleep. My wife removed my restraints and had me remove her nurse's outfit before we crawled into bed, joining her. That night I slept between, and cuddled with, two very sexy women. I know I have cuckold fantasies, but I don't care who you are, being sandwiched between two naked women is hot.
Over the next two weeks, Kelley visited more often, mostly to help my wife tease me mercilessly, but often times to collect additional payments for holding onto one of two keys to my belt. Even though I wasn't able to achieve orgasm, I was having the time of my life, satisfying two women at their whim.
One evening, shortly after I reached the five month mark since my last orgasm, Angie came down the stairs in a gorgeous red evening gown with a slit up the side then went all the way up to her hip, her usual straight blonde hair done up elegantly in waves and curls, and her make-up meticulously applied.
"Go put on a nice suit baby," she told me sweetly. "It is time for us to go on a date. I made reservations at your favorite restaurant and dolled myself up for you."
"You look amazing Bella. I won't even ask what the special occasion is. You dressing up like that is good enough for me. Give me ten minutes and I will be ready," I told her with a kiss.
We enjoyed a nice dinner in each other's company and happily spent the next few hours dancing as we did many years ago before our lives became so busy.
After we got home I put on some music and opened a bottle of wine so we could continue the romantic evening in the house we had made a home together. I realized that for the first time in months, I was wearing clothes inside the house. I suddenly got nervous that I was going to be punished for doing so.
"Oh my god, baby," I apologized, "I am so sorry for not removing my suit when we got home. I was so mesmerized by you and this wonderful evening that I simply forgot I was wearing a chastity belt. Please allow me to correct that error right now."
"It is ok Hubby. Tonight was a night for us, but perhaps we both should get a little more comfortable," she said as she undid the tie behind her neck and her dress effortlessly floated to the ground, revealing and equally elegant thin red silk bra and panty set.
I quickly removed all my clothing before retrieving our clothes and taking them upstairs and hanging them in the closet. When I returned to the living room, Angie was sitting on the couch and tapping the seat next to her, inviting me to join her. I sat down and wrapped my arms around her.
"Do you still enjoy being in that chastity belt?" she asked me nervously.
"Yes, I still enjoy being locked up and focusing my efforts on you," I said after a moment's pause. "There are times when it is really tough, when I want to just tear the cage off and ravish you, but the way you kiss me and hold me close to you reminds me that you love me, and my little bit of suffering does not go unnoticed. Do you still enjoy our game?"
"You have no idea how much I enjoy our lifestyle," she confessed, "perhaps even more than when we first started. I love the fact that you will do anything I tell you to do. Do you realize we haven't had an argument since we started?"
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I haven't thought about it, but you are right. Maybe we found the secret to marriage," I laughed.
"Well I am not sure most men would agree with you," she giggled. "Do you miss having sex and having orgasms?"
"Of course I do baby," I answered her. "Any man would miss being able to orgasm when he wanted and any man would miss making love to you, but I realize that it takes more than me having sex to give you what you deserve. It really sounds like you want it to end though."
"I don't want it to end," she told me grabbing my caged cock, "but that is also part of the problem."
"I don't understand baby," I answered confused.
"Well hubby, the problem is that I am so god damn horny for a good fucking, and I don't mean you eating me or a romp with Leroy. Those just won't scratch the itch. I want to fuck a real living cock, to feel it pulse as it shoots off inside me. I had no idea I would miss it so much and I know it sounds selfish, as I at least get to cum on a nightly basis. Not only do you miss out on the sex but you don't have the privilege of orgasms either," she confessed, her voice cracking.
"The way I see it," she continued, "I can either unlock you early and have my way with you, which I really don't want to do, or I can leave you locked up and go without the one thing that I truly need right now, a good solid fucking. Either way I have to give up something that I want."
The thought of her cuckolding me rocketed through my head. Did I want her to try it? If so, this was the perfect time to breach the subject. She already had all the cards lying out on the table. All I had to do was make the suggestion and see if she went for it. So many 'what ifs' had my mind spinning in circles, but in honesty, the only way they would ever be answered was if I grew a pair and broached the subject of my most secretly guarded fantasy. It was now or never, I decided.
"Well honey," I began nervously, my hands starting to shake, "it seems you may have missed an option that would allow you get everything you want."
"I'm listening," she said curiously, her eyes perking up.
"Well," I said, clearing my throat, "you could always get fucked by another man."
"What?" she said loudly as she jumped out of my arms, her mouth wide open.
"The only way for you to get fucked and still keep me locked up is to find another man to fuck you with his cock." I told her truthfully.
"You mean to tell me that you would let me to cheat on you and allow some other man to put his cock in my pussy, the pussy that I have kept for only you since we married, just so I can keep you in chastity? You will let another man fuck me while you sit at home, locked away, not even able to jerk off?" she asked me looking like she was in shock.
"Bear with me for a few moments and please don't be mad at me. Let me tell you the whole truth about my feelings on it," I begged, getting her attention. "I am devoted to giving you everything I can to keep you happy. If that means sexual satisfaction by another man, I can live with that. Besides, it isn't cheating if you do it with my permission. It has long been a fantasy of mine to watch you with another man and I have known since we locked my cock in chastity that there was always a possibility you would want more than I can give."
"I don't know if I could do that to you hubby," she told me, shying her eyes away from mine. "What if you resented me for sharing myself with someone else? What if taking another man into my bed ruined our marriage? I don't know if I could ever make that gamble. You mean far too much to me."
"The only fear I share is losing you. I could not resent you for getting laid if I am the one that told you to do it. I can guarantee that it will not ruin our marriage as long as you grant me a few conditions," I reassured her.
"As long as one of them doesn't involve you fucking another woman, I am listening," she said giving me all her attention.
"No baby," I said calmingly, "None of them involve me having sex outside our marriage. If I am not allowed to orgasm with you, then I don't need to with anyone else. If you are interested, do it once and tell me all about it in great detail. See how I react before you do it again. Once again, I will lay no blame at your feet, but if I don't enjoy it, I ask that you don't do it again. I think I have that right as your husband."
Angie stroked her hand down my cheek, "Of course you have that right. I love you darling and I don't want to do anything that you don't enjoy in some way. I have to say that you have me interested but I am still afraid something could go wrong. What if I inadvertently fell in love with the guy I was fucking?"
"If you stuck with the same guy, you would have to view him as someone that just fucks you, uses your body for his pleasure and you use his cock to get off. Either that or constantly have new lovers. You would have to make me a promise. If you started to have feelings for the man fucking you, you have to break it off right then and there. No exceptions. No waiting to see where it might lead. That is the only possible way you could betray me with this arrangement," I told her being very serious.
"I easily agree with that baby," she said, once again being able to look me in the eye. "I hope you are sure about this because I am willing to try it. Here is what I want you to do. Every morning you will encourage me to go out and find someone to shove his cock in me and treat me like a slut. If you can convince me that you really want me to do it, I will go out on Friday night dressed like a woman looking to get laid and see what I can pull. Now, all this talk has me so god damn hot. Lay down on the floor so I can sit on your face and you can get me off."
I lay down on the carpet as she finished removing her bra and panties. She straddled my face and sunk down to her knees, placing her wet pussy over my waiting lips. As I ate her ferociously, she played with my caged cock and balls, licking my scrotum and taking my plastic encased penis into her mouth. She enjoyed her pleasure as I enjoyed my torment until we were both exhausted and my cock was leaking precum.
The next morning she joined me for breakfast and as she enjoyed her coffee, I followed her instructions, given the night before.
"Honey, I really hope you feel up to going out on Friday night. If you do, I want you to go out and pick up the hottest guy in the bar and follow him back to his place. I will be so happy if he tears off your clothes and gives you the rough fucking you have been missing for the past five months. I bet he can give you at least four orgasms before he sends you home to your waiting husband." I told her smiling. "Not a bad start hubby," she told me before she kissed me and headed off to work.
I said similar things to her over the next four days and soon enough Friday morning had arrived. I had planned what I was going to say for the past few days and I hoped it would drive her over the top.
I got down on my knees before her and began, "Angie, I realize that I have not always been able to give you the sex you deserve. I know my cock is smaller than average, and try as I might, I will never be able to venture as deep as you would like me to get. I understand that my little dick had to be put into a chastity belt in order to allow you to receive everything that you deserve. I hope that the lucky guy you pick tonight is very well endowed, allot larger than what I can offer, so you can experience a better fucking than what I could give you. I want you to be free of guilt when you fuck him, knowing that I will be at home, nestled safely in my cage, patiently waiting for you to tell me all about how much you enjoyed getting split by someone you just met."
She smiled as she looked down at me, "I love you baby, and I think you are going to get your wish tonight."
We left for work, both confident that tonight was going to be a completely new experience. I was sure she was primed and ready to get the fuck of her life. I just hoped that whomever she picked was worth a damn. How bad would it suck if she picked a dud, someone worse in bed then I am. That could really put a damper on my fantasy.
After a day at work that seemed to last forever, I entered the front door and was greeted by my beautiful wife, fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a short towel. Already having stripped off my clothes, my struggling erection was clearly visible inside the clear tube.
"I guess we are both looking forward to tonight," she teased. "Kelley is coming to pick me up in about an hour and she is taking me to a club she knows of. I want you to stay downstairs while I go get ready. I want to surprise you with the outfit I am going to wear tonight."
I watched her walk upstairs and resigned myself to watching a little TV, hoping to calm the swelling in my groin. So far the fantasy was as hot in real life as it was in my imagination. About an hour later, the door bell rang. I opened to door to find Kelley dressed in a short black mini-skirt with a loose fitting sheer blouse that clearly showed her black bra beneath it. She wore high heels with black stockings, the tops of which could easily be seen, thanks to the dangerous length of her skirt. I invited her in and closed the door.
"You know you don't have to knock anymore," I told her jokingly. "It's not like you are going to walk in on anything you haven't seen before."
"Oh I know, but I love the fact that you have to answer the door naked. The neighbors must have seen you by now," she said laughing.
"If they have, they are too embarrassed to tell me," I admitted.
As I turned around, I witnessed my wife coming down the stairs. She was dressed exactly like Kelley, only everything was pure white. Coupled with her teased hair and pale skin accented with just the right amount of make-up, she looked absolutely delicious.
"My god. You look good enough to fuck!" I said drooling.
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*SPECIAL NOTE TO INCEST FANS: This novel is loaded with incest from start to finish. Be sure to read 2nd paragraph below.
FOREWORD
Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don't believe anything like this has been tried here before.
New chapter(s) will be submitted almost daily. By clicking on a blue WmSexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.
I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you'll find a ton of erotic reading that should appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for almost anyone. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it occasionally flirts mildly with a "fetish" so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category.
Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex because a number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.
Chapters 24 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between lonely sisters. So, don't judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something (actually a lot of somethings( in it for everyone. ;-)
Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people.
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Thank you. WS
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Chapter 46: Carly's Plan Takes Her Brother To The Brink
DD-Day. The alarm went off. Dressing quickly, Carly was nearly out the door in record time. Her "sisters" had to tackle her to give her goodbye kisses and good luck hugs.
On her way home she spotted Jimmy jogging back to his place. They waved, smiling at each other in passing.
"See you later." Jimmy called.
(Yes, I think you WILL.( Carly thought to herself.
Parking her ancient, lime green Huffy bicycle, Carly headed straight to her room. Putting on her oldest, tightest fitting work jeans, she took off her bra, then put on a three-year old, skin tight T-shirt that let hints of her dark red nipples show through.
Next, it was off to the bathroom where Carly brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, then applied just a tiny, tiny hint of make up so she'd add color, yet look completely natural. A glance in the mirror assured her she looked 'good enough to eat'.
Off to the barn she flew. Finding her brother in the cow barn assured Carly he hadn't been out of the house too far ahead of her.
"Hi Munchkin, I missed you."
Going straight to her brother, Carly turned him to give him a hug and a very warm good morning kiss. Her mouth was closed, but just barely; hints of sweet moist breath teased her brother's lips. She made sure her breasts pushed into his chest, that her pelvis was pressed fairly tight against him.
The kiss felt great to her, so she figured it must feel mighty nice to Larry. For sure there was no way he couldn't have felt her warm breasts mash into his chest. Carly let the kiss linger a few seconds past where a sibling kiss should've ended.
Abruptly she spun out of his tightening hug; Carly grabbed a pair of gloves, a pitchfork, then started putting hay in front of every other cow. As she bent to get a fork of hay, Carly made sure her butt was pointing his way. As she pitched hay, she made sure her teats would jiggle, and that her brother could see them if he was looking. After spotting a few surreptitious looks, Carly saw her brother shifting his penis via a hand in his pocket. At that point she knew he was ogling her young body.
Whenever they'd finish one place, Carly would take her brother's arm, using the opportunity to rub her teats against his arm now and then so he couldn't forget for very long that a breeding age female was at his side.
It was contagious, Carly was genuinely happy; her impishness and presence soon had her brother feeling happy and playful. Several times she came up from behind to hug him, even tickled him but good one time. When Larry tried to get even, she managed to push her tush into his pelvic region as she giggled. When he tried to catch her, she did her best to insure he got a handful of breast at least twice.
When chores were done, they walked to the house with an arm around each other's waist.
If he'd clean up the dishes afterwards, Carly offered to make a nice breakfast while he showered. Since she was easily the better cook, Larry agreed, as she'd expected. They feasted on ham, sunny side up eggs, home fries, toast and juice. While he was feeling full and good about every little thing, Carly got her brother to promise to help her with her homework first thing so "she could forget about school the rest of the weekend". As soon as he agreed, she excused herself to go shower.
She did shower; Carly wanted to feel fresh as Spring, but it was a very fast, careful one. After retouching her make up, Carly brushed her teeth, then dabbed on a hint of perfume. Intentionally she washed her hair, then patiently awaited her prey.
Carly didn't have to wait very long. One, two, three... She heard her brother coming up the stairs. She had practiced and timed it; ten was the magic number. Seven, eight, nine, tenth step. As her brother hit the tenth step, Carly strode into the hallway, walking towards her room.
Having a fluffy towel around her head, Carly used both hands to perform a drying motion. However, this time Carly also had a jumbo fluffy towel wrapped around her body instead of her normal robe. After hearing three more steps, Carly knew her brother would now be in the hall behind her; she used the towel being around her head to make it appear as if she wouldn't have heard him come up the stairs.
Carly lifted her chin. However, her chin was the only thing keeping the towel around her body closed; the towel fell to the floor giving her brother a dream view of her beautiful naked behind. Like clockwork her brother froze in stunned silence 10' behind her.
Still pretending to be fussing with her hair, she took a slow backwards step. Carly bent at the waist so her bare butt, and maybe a hint of pussy, would hit him squarely between the eyes. Her left breast was even visible for a fraction of a second as it swung beneath her while she picked up the fallen towel. Simply carrying it since she "couldn't possibly use two hands" Carly slowly took the final few steps before turning into her room.
Carly was shaking as she raced for her hair dryer, part of it was sexual tension, part of it was the thrill of working her plan and feeling it work. But she knew she had to hurry. Carly was willing to bet if she hadn't warned him she'd be right in for homework, that he'd be masturbating already. Now hopefully, her brother would be sporting a big boner and not be able to get rid of it. At least not if things stayed on track.
It was 8:30AM, Carly hoped she wouldn't be a virgin by 9:30.
Her hair had been fairly dry, she'd been careful. Slipping into her robe, Carly shouted, "Are you ready for me she?"
God I hope you're ready for me, she thought.
"Any time." came a reply through the wall.
Carly grabbed her book, a pen and a notepad for the sake of appearances, then headed next door. Her brother was sitting at the old table he used for a desk. Pulling up a chair, she sat down.
Several times during the week, Carly had snuck into her brother's room, wearing her robe. Carly had experimented with how to arrange her flaps, how loose to tie the belt, how far to lean forward. Now as she leaned against the table, Carly knew every time her brother looked in her direction he'd see a lot of mounded alabaster skin.
Carly was blessed with high, firm conical breasts. They were like two snow cones made of Jell-O which seemed to defy gravity, as only a teenaged girl's teats can. Any male, of any age, would kill to see her breasts, would willingly do worse to touch them.
Keeping her eyes on the book, Carly still knew from her brother's extra quiet breathing and body language that he was looking at most of her left breast. Using a move she'd practiced a dozen times the past week, she reached for a pen. When she did, her entire left breast was allowed to hang, uncovered, jiggling before her brother's eyes as the flap fell far away from her body.
Carly grabbed the pen, then sat down, adjusting her flap so a good amount of skin showed, but plenty was hidden again to tease him. She looked for signs of an erection, then saw what she was looking for. There was a lump in his pants, a lump she planned to closely inspect very soon.
"Larry, I can't get comfortable in this chair." which was actually somewhat true. "Could we do this on the bed?"
"Sure." came his predictable reply.
Grabbing her book, Carly flopped on her tummy onto his bed.
"Oooh this feels much better!" she sighed.
Carly rolled onto her back once she knew she had an audience. Carefully, she rolled so the flap below her belt stayed behind as she turned. Her brother got a look at a firm, toned leg from her toes to the top of her hip, a hint of dark pubic hair flashed in a way that any fan dancer would have admired.
Sitting up, Carly left her aroused brother with nothing but memories of fleetingly glimpsed, but powerfully arousing anatomy.
As she sat on the edge of the bed, Carly patted for her brother to perch beside her. Opening the book, she asked a couple of intelligent questions, but managed to sit so a lot of leg and left breast were easily seen. The answers she got made it clear her brother was distracted, but trying to do the right thing.
Now she could EASILY see the outline of his penis. The time was right. This was it.
Carly put the book down; she put her arms around her brother and hugged him. His left arm went around her.
"Larry, I have a big favor to ask you. I wanted to ask last week when we were on the swing, but I was too chicken. I know you love me. You know I love you very, very much. But if you want to say no I'll understand." Carly took a deep breath before continuing.
"First, will you promise to only say or do something if you really, really want to, not just because you're trying to please me?"
"Yes." came the quiet, unsure sounding reply.
Carly heard the shakiness in her brother's voice. "I've never seen a grown up boy's penis. I want to see yours, right now. May I see you?"
"Oh, God!" Larry took a deep breath.
"Yes." Not knowing what he should do, Larry froze in place.
Keeping her head down, Carly reached for his belt to undo it. Shaking visibly, her fingers found his zipper. Slowly she lowered it. Carly pulled the jean's flaps back as far as they'd go, still only a patch of light brown cotton could be seen. The patch was still enough that some of his shaft could be seen throbbing as it ran off at an angle away from her.
Carly lifted the waistband out and downward, it wasn't enough to free him, but by bending more she could see the soft, while skin of part of his shaft. She took in a sharp breath as she studied her first bit of penis.
"I can't see very much of you. May I reach inside? May I touch you?"
"Yes." her brother softly whispered.
Carly's fingers tentatively slid into his shorts. Her knuckles felt his pubic hairbrush by as she slid under the visible shaft, her fingers curled around his erection. Both siblings reacted to the contact with protracted hissing intakes of air. The penis she held was jumping within her grip, she felt her brother's body tighten considerable. Carly lifted her face to see her brother's, his eyes were closed.
Moving closer, Carly bestowed the same loving type kiss she'd given him a week ago on the porch when she wanted to be holding his erection, just as she was this very moment. Larry kissed her back, with tenderness, yet passion.
Carly groped around in the confined space of her brother's boxers. She was able to run her fingers up his shaft until she felt the sensitive tip. Using just her fingertips to skim over the extra soft glans, Carly felt an oily wetness. Moving her fingers the other direction, she was able to slid them down all the way to the front of his scrotum.
As best she could, Carly explored his manhood, but the confinement of his underway began to frustrate the excited virgin. Carly began to kiss her brother in such a way that her lips would gently pull his upper or lower lip between hers. Next, she kissed across his cheek until she could whisper in his ear as she nibbled it.
"Please lower your pants so I can see your beautiful penis."
It took a minute to get my pants down. I used both hands, but I didn't want to make any jerky moves that might break the contact. Carly was kissing my face, my mouth, then my neck as she bent her head awaiting her first good look at my cock. She didn't want to let go off my shaft, a minor complication. Because my penis was pushing into my underwear I had to lift the material over the tip if I was to get my boxers down.
When my glans sprang into view I heard Carly gasp, her grip on my shaft tightened. My pants finally slid under my butt, my erection was free. Her head was bowed, but I felt her eyes on my erection. Carly's fingers were soon exploring everywhere between my legs. I'd opened my legs as far as I could, but my jeans weren't down far enough to allow me much freedom. Her hand was so warm. Already I was as excited as I could ever remember.
Part of me was scared as hell. Part of me wanted to rip her robe off and make love to her. I didn't know if this was Beth's promise to have Carly seduce me, or if Carly was now sufficiently mature that her hormones had made her horny enough to get this brave. After all, Carly HAD just made a reference to last weekend and us on the porch swing, which was before my bet with Beth. So I really had no idea what's up, besides my cock.
Geez, I wanted to see Carly naked so badly it hurt, yet I didn't want to mess up her head by acting like a pervert. So I just sat there, allowing Carly to have her way, afraid to break the spell.
Sometimes my sister leaned so close to my groin that I could feel her hot breath. She played with my penis, feeling me up rather thoroughly. Her hands slid down to heft my balls; she carefully rolled them around. I groaned. Suddenly her face looked up, our eyes met.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, a worried tone in her voice.
I kissed her softly. "Oh, no. Just the opposite. You're making me feel good. Too good." I whispered.
"Larry, I want to see your stuff come out. But I want to do it for you. Show me how to make you feel good enough to make sperm fly out of you." Carly begged sweetly.
My face must have looked perplexed. Carly reassured me, "I really want to more than anything, in case you worried."
I was too close to an orgasm to fight it. I guided her right hand to a good spot on my shaft, then coached her until she developed a blissful stroke and rhythm. My breathing became deep and labored immediately.
"Carly, you have me so excited. I'm going to come soon, I need to come soon."
"Then let me help you." she said so sweetly that I melted inside.
Carly's left hand found my right hand; lifting it, she pressed my palm onto her robe mere inches above her right breast. As my palm flattened against her upper chest, Carly put her hand on mine then pulled it down part way onto her breast before releasing me.
Needing no further invitation, my hand slid lower until I cupped her entire hidden mound. Oh my God; I began fondling a breast that I'd dreamed about many a night. Even through the robe, she was far softer, far sexier than I'd ever suspected.
"Oh, Lord Carly you're so... " was a far as I got.
A forceful ejaculation overtook me; sperm shot halfway across the room. Carly was taken a little by surprise, this being a first time and all. I'm sure she'd felt me swell within her grip, but she wouldn't have known what to expect next as yet.
Wow, I was shaking, groaning, squeezing her wondrous teat. She recovered nicely, her stroking of my shaft adjusted until it was almost as good as my practiced hand could've done. She used both hands next, one on my bat; the other played with my balls. I felt my balls pumping. I felt my penis pulsing in her hot little hand.
Moving my left arm around her waist, I hugged Carly to me. Soon I was leaning on her for support as the energy drained from my body. Carly never took her eyes off my penis; I never stopped my rhythmic pumping of Carly's teat.
She studied every visible detail of my orgasm until minutes later when I finally softened. When I eventually became too soft to stroke, she fondled my flaccid cock or balls. Finally, Carly looked up. Feeling her watching me, I opened my eyes.
"That was amazing. Thank you." Carly said, sounding awestruck.
She wanted to be kissed, I saw her mouth opening; Carly was inviting my tongue to explore her mouth. No power on earth could have stopped me. I bent to kiss her. To maximize her pleasure, I drew out my entry as long as possible without being cruel. My tongue crept from its hiding place to pursue its quarry. I licked her lips, circling several times, before entering her cave. Our tongues finally touched, then caressed. Carly melted against me, we sighed deeply into each other's mouth.
Releasing my penis, I felt Carly shift slightly; her right hand went behind my back. Hugging me tightly, I felt her left hand grip my right wrist, she pulled my hand toward her left side. As she guided my fingers under the flap of her robe, my tongue drove to the back of her throat. Carly pulled my arm until my fingertips felt the top of her bare left breast. Gently she pulled down, causing my hand to fill with her warm, pliant flesh. Carly guided me until her hard nipple was pushing into my palm.
Judging by sighs and groans, it was clear this was a contact we both desired tremendously. My fingers reveled in her flesh. I felt for every ridge or bump of her areola, I hefted the weight of her breast. Her warmth and kitten-like softness caused me to shudder. The reality of her tender flesh far exceeded my dreams yet again. Carly's breast could not have felt more perfect, more feminine, more desirable. Carly must have felt excitement rivaling my own, her tongue pushed into my mouth.
Carly's left hand fell back to my lap. Finally touching her heavenly teat had excited me so much I was semi-erect already. My good night's sleep was paying dividends.
Lifting my cock so I was pointed straight up, Carly was soon pumping me again. Our French kissing grew intense over the next few minutes. We were truly getting lost in one another.
Something had to happen, I was getting so turned on fondling Carly's bare breast that I'd be able to come again just from feeling her up.
Carly decided what was next. She lifted her mouth, excitedly kissed all over my face, then down my neck. As she kissed ever lower down my throat, she unbuttoned my top shirt button. I was devastated when she removed my hand from inside her robe, but she soon distracted me. Carly kept kissing down my body as she undid my buttons. When the last button was undone, she slid onto the floor to untie my sneakers. As soon as my shoes were removed, she pulled my pants off completely.
As Carly moved in between my legs, my penis bounced as it tried to reach her. Carly opened my shirt flaps to stare at my chest. Letting go of the shirt, she ran her palms all over my abdomen, then chest. She kneaded my chest in much the fashion I had done to hers, exciting me all the more.
Her right hand slowly slid down my front until she gripped my now drooling penis. Carly stroked me perfectly. Reacting, my hips began to make short thrusts at her chest. When she looked up to my eyes, I felt a sexual energy from her that jolted me to my core.
"I want you, Larry."
"I... "
I never finished saying I want you to. Carly dropped her head, then sucked my erection into her mouth.
What Carly heard was "I... Oh my God, Carly! Sssssssssssssssss"
I must have sucked in air for a full minute. Every nerve ending I possessed was jangled. It felt like she'd pushed my penis into an outlet. My hips wanted to thrust until I pushed down her throat, but I struggled to hold myself back. Her action was so sudden, so unexpected that I was in near shock.
Her mouth and both hands worked on me. The pleasure she gave me was beyond description. I felt my body priming for a big explosion. Since I didn't want to gross my sister out when she was being so incredible, while there was still time, I warned her.
"Carly, I'm going to come any second now!"
Carly looked up into my eyes. Her mouth and tongue attacked just my glans. Her right hand continued to pump my shaft, in fact she sped up. Her left hand released my balls, it moved to her left flap. Boring into my eyes, Carly opened the flap baring her magnificent, cone-shaped left teat. My balls tightened, streams of sperm shot into Carly's mouth as my eyes rolled back into my head.
Gripping the sides of her head, I humped my sweet little sister's mouth with total abandon as I lost anything resembling conscious thought. I became a dinghy on a storm-tossed sea of ecstasy.
Carly has one of the sexist teats I've ever seen to this day. As many breasts as there are in the world, some of them will have a profound effect on each man. Seeing Carly effected me profoundly, I was totally in lust with her. My body pumped every drop of available fluid into this little sex goddess who had its penis in her mouth.
"My God Munchkin, you are so damned beautiful I couldn't take it." I panted minutes later.
God bless her, Carly continued to suck me until I was limp as a noodle, even then she rolled me around in her mouth with her tongue, which elicited still more groans of pleasure from me. My spine turned to Jell-O, I fell back onto the bed.
At last Carly stopped, my limp dick fell from her lips. She stood; her robe was closed again. She helped me move up until I was lying on my pillow, my whole body felt as limp as my dick.
Carly crawled over top of my prone body so she could lie down beside me. Holding my arms open, Carly rolled half on top of me. Closing my arms around her, we hugged and exchanged soft kisses. Finally I felt her trembling. "You're shaking Munchkin, are you all right?"
"Well, I could be if you'd help me." she almost whispered.
How stupid did I feel, I'd come twice to her zero. No wonder she was shaking.
Wanting to apologize, Carly cut me off with a smile and a kiss. "I've gotten everything I wanted. It's just now that I stopped touching your body, mine is demanding some attention. Will you lend me a hand?" She meant that literally.
When Carly rolled onto her back, I rolled onto my side. She took my right hand. Closing her eyes, Carly kissed my palm, then placed it flat on her robe above her right teat. Slowly she guided my palm over her breast mound, then down her right side until I felt her upper leg. Slipping my hand under the flap, it fell between her legs, which spread apart inviting her first male guest to seek her hidden treasure trove.
My hand moved around until it was filled with Carly's soft, spongy pussy. We both took a deep breath as my fingers covered her swollen vulva. Dear Lord she felt heavenly; her puffy folds were divinely soft. Her pussy formed a nice mound that seemed custom fit for my hand.
Her groin was lush with soft pubic hairs. A moist heat greeted my palm, making me feel most welcome. Her scent reached into my nostrils. No fantasy I'd ever had about Carly had prepared me for the way she felt, or the way holding her pussy in my hand made me feel, or especially her arousing scent. Damn but my sister was incredible.
Finally I calmed down a bit. I massaged her vaginal lips, slowly at first, but gradually I sped up.
"Oooooooooooohh, yes." Carly sighed.
Leaning over far enough to kiss her, I licked around her mouth and nibbled at her lips. My middle finger moved into position, my lips parted. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, at that same instant, I slid my finger into her vagina. The double penetration excited her beyond belief. Carly's hips pushed up against the invading finger, her arms crushed me against her chest.
Over the next five minutes, Carly's breathing became ever more ragged the longer I probed within her. Next, I dragged my middle fingertip from inside her, up through her slit, onto her clit, then down and in again. After repeating that a few times, I pushed my finger in as deep as it would go, then used the heel of my palm to grind the mushy flesh that held her clitoris.
Carly's tongue and hips silently told me she was approaching the orgasm she badly wanted. Trying to be a good lover, I tried out everything I'd learned from Beth and Lynn to excite Carly's pussy, to make her feel super good, I wanted her first climax by my hands to be fantastic.
Withdrawing my finger from her vagina, I swirled it deep within her slit. Wiggling it upwards, I found her super-soft clit, making fast tight circles on her small bud. Her back arched, I went faster, then went as fast as I could.
Carly tried to swallow my face, she came. There was no doubt that Carly came. I was so happy for her, she was coming hard and loving it.
Sliding two fingers into her, I pushed the heel of my hand at her clit again. Carly rode my fingers so sensuously that my penis was jealous. I spun my fingers in circles so she could feel as much vibration as I could provide. She seemed to come for a long time, so I kept doing what I was doing until Carly fell back.
My rubbing her continued until she stopped moving entirely. Even then I maintained a super slow deep massage of her puffy vaginal lips. Carly was very, very happy. I could feel it in her kisses. Long, slow casual kisses that conveyed a myriad of messages.
I hoped she could feel the love and passion that had welled inside me. Very taken by her, I never stopped feeling up her pussy; she felt too damned good to let go of. As our kissing continued, Carly rolled on her side facing me. Soon my penis was being stroked wonderfully by her soft, loving hand.
We kissed for a quarter hour, all the while fondling our partner's genitals. Our level of arousal had been steadily growing, the past few minutes especially. Our breathing was deep and noisy; our tongues were attacking each other as we got very heavily into our lovemaking.
I felt Carly's left leg bend at the knee; it slid over my right leg. Using a very husky voice Carly said, "Please hold still a moment. I've wanted so much to know what it would feel like if you were to actually touch me."
At first I didn't understand exactly what she meant, then I knew. Carly slid her hips towards me. Her hand guided my glans inside her robe to her slit. I jumped and shuddered as she slid my oiled tip into her wet slit so she could rub me up and down her humid, lubricated slot.
She chose to move me with a tortoise-like slowness. We were each moaning from the wondrous sensations caused by our partner's body. Pulling my tip into the position she needed, Carly humped my little slit with her clit. I saw her eyes roll back. She came after continuing to make love to my glans for another minute.
Carly resumed kissing me, then returned to rubbing my glans in circles within her slit from top to bottom. I was going out of my mind. I if hadn't already had a couple strong orgasms, I'd have long ago been pumping sperm into her warm, gooey slit.
Carly ran me from top to the bottom of her slit again, but this time she took me farther. My tip was at her opening. Carly eased herself forward until it felt like her pussy kissed my glans.
She stared directly, intently into my eyes. Carly heard the sharp hiss of the air I inhaled when I felt that vaginal kiss. She moved her pussy back and forth an inch, slowly, several times. It felt like the softest, warmest lips alive were sucking on just my super sensitive red crown. It was utterly amazing, it was pure ecstasy.
Carly's eyes bore into mine with an unblinking stare. Her face was a collage of emotions.
"I've gotten everything today I ever was going to ask you for. If there is something your heart desires, then it's yours. If there isn't, I'll understand." That said, Carly released my penis. She lay there, motionless, watching my eyes. My glans was JUST far enough into her opening that I stayed in place.
Sonf-a-bitch. Carly was leaving our future relationship up to me. Quite literally, I had to make the decision. Was I in or out?
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I don't know if Mom and Sarah discussed what happened on our hiking trip, with Jim and Sarah making love in their tent while Mom and I had our first time in our tent. Based on Sarah's veiled comment the next morning about the noisy animals in the woods, I had no doubt they had heard Mom and me. There are some things that may never be acknowledged, I guess, and it really made no difference to me. I had what I wanted, I think Mom had what she wanted, and I have to admit that it was all because of Jim and Sarah. My guardian angels.
We had all decided on Saturday morning that a truncated hike would be more fun so, instead of the regular 12-mile hike, we went on a six-miler. We hiked mostly single file because of the narrowness of the trail, with Sarah leading, followed by Jim, and then Mom and me.
With Mom behind him, Jim had to behave himself. I noticed a couple of times that he would brush his hand against Sarah's butt. Whether Mom noticed, I don't know. I do know that my eyes and hands were on Mom's butt a lot - to the point that she started swatting my hand away. When we took a break and Sarah and Jim went into the woods for a potty break, I asked if Mom was upset with me.
"Oh, good Lord no, Bill. It's just that men have one switch - on or off - but women are different. For us, there is a time and a place and in front of my friend is neither. For men, the time is 'anytime,' and the place is 'anywhere.' Just wait until we get back to camp, okay?"
We returned to our camp by 2:00 PM. I don't know about Jim and Sarah, but Mom and I were looking forward to an early evening and maybe even an afternoon nap. That was not to be, however, because upon our return we found another, larger tent set up on the edge of the clearing and a large SUV parked next to Sarah's car.
We gathered firewood for the evening fire, and then Jim and I practiced our bushcraft skills by fashioning a couple of log chairs to use in front of the fire. They may not have looked like much, but with some fallen logs we found and the judicious use of parachute cord, the chairs were comfortable enough for two people to sit in each one.
By the time we finished, it was time to begin supper. We used aluminum foil to make packets with stew beef, potatoes, and onions, and set them in the coals to cook. We had just sat down in our chairs with wine when we heard voices approaching from the trail. The voices did not sound overly happy - clearly there was an argument of some sort going on.
The first to come into the camp was a guy, somewhat younger than Jim and I, and he clearly was not having fun. He had a scowl on his face and went to the third tent without even acknowledging our presence. He was followed by a cute blonde who followed him into the tent, then a middle-aged couple emerged and walked over to introduce themselves.
"Hi. I'm Sam and this is my wife, Bonnie. I hope you don't mind our intruding on your camp, but this is the first hike of the season and we wanted to get on the trail as quickly as possible this morning."
Mom took care of our introductions. "Oh, no problem. It's big enough for everyone, don't you think? I'm Victoria, this is Sarah, and those two lugs are our sons, Bill and Jim. Why don't you share our campfire tonight?"
Bonnie looked at their tent. "Thanks, if you're sure you don't mind. Those are our kids, Sammy and Natalie, but who knows if they'll join society or not. They're not really into the whole family hiking adventure. This is probably the first fresh air they've had in months, so they're trying to recover, I guess." Bonnie laughed, but her laugh was tinged with some tension.
Jim and I looked at each other. We recognized the problem, at least in the son. Jim shrugged, and then I laughed. We gave each other looks that said, "We could fix this right now," but some problems you either have to live with or fix on your own.
That evening around the fire, we all got better acquainted. Sam was an attorney, like both Jim's dad and mine, and knew of them but had never met them. Sammy and Natalie, who preferred "Nat," were two years apart and both attended the state university. Sammy was set to graduate next year, and didn't know what he'd do after graduation. When he said that, Bonnie sighed. "You just have to have a goal, Sammy. That's all. We don't care what your goal is, but have a goal."
She said it as if that had been a frequent theme of their conversations, and Sammy rolled his eyes. Jim and I looked at each other. We both knew what he could have as a goal. Bonny was a plump blonde with a beautiful face. Surely Sammy wanted her. What guy wouldn't?
Sam and Nat were the first to call surrender to the night and retired to their large tent, leaving Sammy and Bonnie with us at the campfire. Jim and I had gotten Sammy interested in a conversation about sports, and we debated the relative merits of all the local teams. Once he engaged, Sammy was pretty bright and animated, which seemed to please Bonnie.
The four of us had been sitting side by side in the log chairs, but they were about four inches too narrow for side by side comfort. After fidgeting a bit, I finally said, "Mom, this is killing me. Why don't you just sit on my lap?"
Mom and Sarah both stood up, and then sat on our laps, kind of sideways so they could talk to Sammy and Bonnie. That was much more comfortable, and after awhile I casually rested my hand on Mom's thigh, softly rubbing her leg. I looked at Sammy, and his eyes were glued on my hand. He shifted his gaze to Bonnie, then back to my hand on Mom's leg. I knew what he was thinking, and I knew he had no idea. Just as Sarah had said, a lot of Mothers and Sons have special relationships, but if you never hear about it you assume it never happens.
She turned to Sarah, gestured toward Jim and me, and said, "How did you tame these two? Mine is still mostly wild and sullen." When she said that, Sammy looked at us and rolled his eyes. We smiled back, indicating support and understanding, but both Jim and I knew exactly how Sarah and Mom had tamed us.
Mom and Sarah looked at each other, and then laughed simultaneously. "Oh, you just have to give them a goal," Sarah laughed.
"Yeah," Mom agreed, still laughing. "It's a work in progress, but once you get them focused it gets better."
Jim piped up. "Hey. We're right here, you know," and he pinched Sarah's leg. She squealed and hit him playfully on the chest. I looked at Bonnie, and she had a wistful look on her face. What Mother wouldn't want a son who was so clearly in love with her?
Bonnie was sitting in a folding lawn chair, with Sammy sitting on the ground by her side. He said, "If you want to tame me, how about giving me the chair so I'm not sitting on the cold ground?" Bonnie called his bluff, stood up, and with a theatrical gesture said, "Take it. I'll sit on your lap, too."
Sammy groaned, but he sat in the chair and Bonnie plopped right in his lap, turned to the left so she could talk to Mom and Sarah. Sammy had his hands on the arms of the chair, and then he looked at my hand, still on Mom's thigh. I saw him looking, and slowly rubbed my hand higher on her leg. I kept looking at him until he met my eyes, then I slowly nodded, continuing to rub her leg.
I was trying to send him a message, and I don't know if he understood. After a pause, he seemed to get it and tentatively put his hand on Bonnie's leg. She had been sitting rather stiffly on his lap, and when he did that she hugged into his chest. "See? It's not so bad. Your Mom won't bite, after all," and she laughed.
We all laughed with her, and Jim said, "I don't know, Sam. Mine still bites, but I'm taming her with liver treats." That got a bigger laugh, and we passed about an hour in general lighthearted conversation. We shared our wine with Bonnie and Sammy, and both seemed to loosen up considerably.
As the night drew on and the fire died down, an awkwardness developed. Sarah and Mom were clearly ready to call it a night, but they seemed reluctant to let Bonnie see our sleeping arrangements. With two tents, I'm sure Bonnie assumed it was Jim and I sleeping in one, and the Moms in the other. That was exactly what none of us wanted.
When it became clear we were not going to be able to wait out Bonnie and Sammy, Mom stood up and took my hand. "Come on, Bill. Your old Mom is exhausted. All this fresh air wears a woman out, you know."
Sarah and Jim also stood up, and we moved toward our tents. Mom went in before me and before I crawled in I looked back at Bonnie and Sammy, both still sitting at the campfire. Sammy still had his hand on Bonnie's leg, and they were looking at each other with looks of shock on their faces.
We tried our best to be quiet that night, and I guess Jim and Sarah did, too, because we couldn't hear them like we had the night before.
The next morning, Sunday, we were up at the crack of dawn. The thing about sleeping in a sleeping bag is that there's not a lot of laying around in the morning after you wake up. Jim and I got the fire going again, and before long the smell of coffee spread throughout the campground.
The first heads that popped out of the big tent were Sam and Natalie. They came wandering over to the fire, and we offered them coffee.
"Thanks," said Natalie. "I don't think Dad knows how to make it, and I know I don't."
After about an hour, Bonnie and Sammy walked up. Bonnie took our coffee and then put her own pot on the coals. "We'll repay you when ours is perking," she said, and sipped her coffee with obvious appreciation.
I was watching Bonnie and Sammy, and there seemed to be an awkwardness between them. Several times I caught them exchanging glances, and I thought it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that something had passed between them last night. Whether it was the whole shooting match or not, something had happened, I was sure. Maybe a kiss? Maybe a touch? Maybe nothing, but there was a different tension between them.
After breakfast, the family set out on the trail again. I noted the order in which they walked as they entered the trailhead, with Sammy in trail and Bonnie right in front of him. She had a lush ass in her jeans, and I was sure it wasn't lost on Sammy.
Mom announced that she and Sarah were going to drive to the nearest town to get more supplies.
"Why?," I asked. "I thought we were going back at lunch."
"No," she said. "Sarah and I are going to call your dads and tell them we'll be back tomorrow or the next day. The weather is perfect, and there's no reason for us to rush back if we don't have to. That okay with you guys?"
Of course it was fine with Jim and I.
They were gone for several hours and, in the meantime, the family of four came walking back. Sam and Bonnie bustled around the campground, cleaning up, while Natalie went into the tent and Sammy came walking over to us. He sat beside us in front of the fire.
Clearing his throat, Sammy said, "You two have good relationships with your Moms. I wish I could be like that. She's always on my back about something, though."
Jim and I looked at each other. Clearly the time was right for a conversation, but who is going to admit to a stranger that he's fucking his own Mother?
Jim said, "Well, you can be closer. You just have to make an effort. Your Mom seems nice, and she is sure an eyeful, too."
Sammy looked over at her. "Oh, yeah. She's an eyeful, for sure. All my buddies call her the number one MILF in the neighborhood," and he laughed.
We laughed, too, and I said, "I can see why. Must drive you crazy, huh?"
He misunderstood what I was implying, and said, "Oh, I don't mind. I kind of agree with them."
Jim paused. "Then why don't you do something about it?"
Sammy looked at us. He had seen us enter our tents last night with our own Mothers, so he had to have some sort of idea what was going on.
"Wouldn't know where to start."
Jim looked at Bonnie, who saw us looking at her and smiled and waved across the campground. "You seemed to make a good start last night. Just treat her like you love her. You know how you eat an elephant?"
I laughed, and Jim and I said together, "One bite at a time!"
That night, there was a replay of the previous night. We all sat around the fire, talking and laughing. Mom and Sarah had bought more wine, so we were all enjoying the night. Again, Sam said he was tired and went to bed, and before long, Natalie made her excuses and left. As soon as they were in the tent, Mom and Sarah climbed on our laps, and after a bit of hesitation, Bonnie looked at Sammy and stood up. Sammy jumped right in the lawn chair, and Bonnie sat on his lap. Unlike the night before, she snuggled right into his chest and he did not hesitate to put his hand on her leg.
The sound of snores filled the campsite. It sounded like a damned chainsaw.
"He has apnea." Bonny explained. "At home he has a machine to help him sleep, but he didn't want to bring it camping. If you don't get to sleep before him, there's usually no sleeping at all."
Sammy groaned. "Not another night of it. Please"
Rather timidly, Bonnie said, "Well, we have the little tent. We could set that up over here. You want to do that?"
Sammy seemed enthusiastic. He pushed Bonnie off his lap and ran to their SUV to find the tent. Jim and I helped set it up, so that our three tents were in a kind of triangle formation, with theirs the farthest from the big tent, and about ten feet from ours.
We didn't stay up as late that night. First, Sarah stood up and took Jim's hand. Then Mom did the same with me. Bonnie stood up, awkwardly, and looked down at the ground. Sammy took her hand, and led her to their tent.
When Mom and I got undressed and settled, we snuggled together and I rubbed her soft little belly, letting my fingers drift down to her pubic hair. It was totally quiet, and then we could hear a rustling sound from Sarah's tent.
"You think they can hear it, too?" Mom asked me.
"I'll bet they can. You think they're going to do it?"
"I would bet on it. I don't know what went on last night, but they seemed a bit awkward with each other this morning, didn't they? Sarah and I wanted to stay, because this is the hottest thing we've ever seen, watching them. They both want it, that's for sure, but neither one will make the first move. I'm betting Sarah is making noise purposely so they'll hear."
"It worked for us, didn't it?"
Mom laughed. "Honey, we were almost there anyway. These two are just starting out, so who knows?"
She trailed her head down my stomach and, with a loud slurp, she took me in her mouth and sucked. I noticed she had put her wedding ring back on, and I watched as she pumped me with her left hand.
"Oh, God, Mom. You're an artist," I whispered, and then I grunted loudly as she brought me to the edge.
"Ssssh," she said as she crawled on top of me. She squatted on my chest, putting her pussy in my face, and I sucked and teased her clitoris. She moved down my chest, reached down to take my dick in her hand, and guided herself down on me. She started a slow rhythm, and her knees were squeaking on the sleeping pad. Neither one of us took long to have an orgasm, and then we collapsed in each other's arms, snuggling and kissing.
"I'm glad this happened," Mom said. "I knew what you wanted, but I was afraid. I'm glad you took charge, Honey. It wouldn't have happened if you didn't, you know."
I kissed her. "I'm glad, too. More than you'll ever know."
We then heard a slight movement from Bonnie's tent. It wasn't a loud sound. We could hear them whispering, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Then we heard Bonnie's voice, "Oh, Sammy," she said, as clear as a bell.
"I guess that answers that," Mom laughed softly.
"You think Natalie and her Dad...?," I whispered in her ear. Natalie was a little package, blonde like her Mother, with long legs and a pert little ass.
"I don't think so." Mom said. "I was watching, and I didn't see any signs. Besides, Fathers and Daughters just don't have the bond Mothers and Sons do."
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it. You came out of my body. Literally. You nursed my breasts. Mothers may not all admit it, but a baby suckling your breasts is very exciting. It's something we never forget."
I bent down and took her breast in my mouth. "Like this?"
Mom held the back of my head while she fed her breast to me with the other hand.
"Did you ever think of me sucking your breasts like this, Mom?" I asked, and then put my mouth back on her nipple.
"I'd be lying if I said I never thought of it. Sometimes, when you were being such an idiot, I used to think I could solve everything if I just gave you my breast again. It solved everything when you were a baby."
She climbed on my chest again, and put her breasts in my face. I obliged, and used my left hand to massage her other breast, while my right hand cupped her butt. She slid me back inside her, and we started a gentle motion. I rubbed my right hand up to the small of her back, urging her on, and then slid it down so my fingers were in the crack of her ass. I reached farther, and lightly rubbed my index finger on her little rosebud of an ass.
She paused her movement, and I thought maybe she didn't like that, then she roughly pulled my head deeper onto her breast and started moving more frantically. I pushed the tip of my finger so it entered her butt, and she gave a high-pitched moan. She stopped, shuddered, and then collapsed on me.
"So my Mom likes a little butt play, huh?"
"I didn't know I did, but I guess so. That was pretty intense."
The sounds from Bonnie's and Sammy's tent were no longer furtive and hidden. They were going at it, and Bonnie was a pretty noisy little fuck. We heard Sammy go, "Ssssh, Mom. You want to wake the whole campsite?" and then we heard Bonnie giggle.
The next morning as we all sat around sipping coffee, Sarah said, "Those damned animals were noisy last night, weren't they?"
Everyone laughed, though clearly Natalie and Sam didn't know what was so funny.
Natalie said, "I couldn't hear a damned thing for Dad's snoring."
Sammy and Bonnie looked at each other and laughed. Bonnie said, "Oh, Sammy and I slept pretty well, didn't we, Buddy, even with all the animal noises?"
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Text: Alli leaned against a tree trunk growing along the bank as she began to examine her find. It was a small, iridescent blue frog that she had just netted in the stream. The patterning on its skin was different from any other species known to inhabit this part of the rainforest. She grinned. Definitely a new species.
Alli had come to Costa Rica to study the declining amphibian populations there. Her area of focus was a small, uninhabited patch of forest by the coast, which had only been explored once before, back in the late 1800s. The rainforest was virtually untouched. The only sign of human interference was a narrow dirt road that led down to a long, crescent beach at the forest's edge. The streams and ponds above the beach were said to be teeming with amphibians. At the moment she was about a half mile up one of these streams, just out of earshot from the ocean. The area's isolation appeared to have helped prevent the creatures from being exposed to the deadly fungus that was now wiping out frog populations all over the world. This made it a priceless piece of habitat, and she had been extremely lucky to get this piece of land. Who knew what kinds of amazing new specimens she could find there?
Alli examined the frog more closely. Most of its body was the same iridescent blue-green as its back, but its fingers and toes were a deep maroon. The creature's eyes were completely black, and its ventral region was darker blue than the surrounding skin. She noticed a pair of spurs on its hind feet. Probably used in mating, she thought, which would make this a male.
This excited her. At 25, Alli was already working for her Master's Degree. She had always dreamed that she might discover a new species of amphibian, but she hadn't expected to find one so soon. At 5'6", she was pretty, though not gorgeous, with dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a fairly modest figure. Her colleagues often joked why someone so pretty would be studying slimy little frogs, but she knew they weren't serious. Personally, Alli didn't think of herself as very pretty, but she also didn't feel particularly unattractive, either. Still, she didn't expect any boys to be trying to pick her up anytime soon.
Gently rotating the tiny frog to examine its legs, she was startled to feel the creature's spurs jab themselves into her thumb. Dropping the little amphibian, she examined the wound. Two miniscule puncture marks were oozing droplets of dark blood out of her thumb. The injury wasn't serious, and she shrugged it off. It doesn't even hurt, she thought. Her confidence renewed, Alli looked up just in time to see the little green frog jump into the relatively fast moving waters of the stream. She slapped herself. Why did she have to drop it?! Quickly stepping back into the stream, she reached her arms down to try and grab it...
...And just barely stopped herself from falling face first into a large rock. Looking up, she saw the forest around her spinning chaotically. Dizzy and nauseated, she collapsed in the stream, her head propped up against a rock looking up at the sky. Wave after wave of nausea coursed through her body, and her head swam with bizarre and disorienting colors.
It was a few minutes before she managed to recover enough to try and figure out what had happened. It was obvious that the frog had some type of poison that it had injected into her through those spurs, but it didn't make sense. No species of frog had an adaptation like that, and most poisonous frogs in this area had deadly toxins, rather than hallucinogens. That thought made her worry. Maybe the poison would kill her. Maybe she would slowly suffocate as her respiratory system shut down. Or maybe her skin would rot off as she was slowly broken down into liquid. Maybe she would drown before she managed to get control of her arms and legs.
It was this thought that made her realize that her pants were getting extremely tight. Not just her pants, but all of her clothes. She managed to lift her head enough to see her body...
...And screamed. What had once been a thin, fit looking torso was now a bloated, turgid ball, and it was still growing. Her belly had pushed its way out of her shirt and now looked several months overdue with twins. Just in front of her face were a pair of massive breasts, each nearing the size of volleyballs and stretching her shirt to its limits. She tried to get up, and was horrified to see that her arms had swollen as well, and refused to bend more than a few degrees at the elbow. She could see just past her belly that her legs seemed to be doing the same, filling up her once loose pants to the point of being painful. Desperately, Alli tried rocking herself onto her side to get up, only succeeding in making her gigantic belly bob back and forth like a water balloon. That's when it hit her: she was filling up with water.
The frog's toxin must had had some sort of compound that induced spontaneous cellular osmosis in the victim's flesh when in contact with water. The nausea must be designed to keep the victim incapacitated while the toxin made it to every part of the body. Then, they would swell up and become immobile, allowing the frog to escape unharmed.
Unfortunately, this information didn't help her at all, and she was brought back to reality by the loud ripping of her pants, which had finally yielded to the increasing pressure. This was followed almost immediately by her shirt. Her bra, which had snapped a couple of minutes before, fell into the stream and was swept away with the other scraps of clothing.
Alli sighed in relief. Now released from their confines, her legs and chest were no longer painful. However, without the clothes to constrict it, her body swelled out in all directions at a much faster speed. Her torso was now beginning to round out into an orb, and her cone-shaped limbs were quickly being absorbed into it. Her breasts had already begun to flatten out against her body, and Alli could feel her hands and feet begin to fill up as well. The fly-fishing shoes she had been wearing quickly ripped off as her feet became rounded and immobile.
Her body shifted as her back rounded out to match her front, and she felt her crotch, now level with her feet, hit the cold water of the stream. At this point Alli knew that she had no hope of saving herself, and that soon she would become a huge, round sphere. She pictured a water balloon being filled with water and bursting. This thought made her panic. Would she explode? Was she going to pop like a big water balloon? Once again she attempted to move, and once again all she achieved was a small wobble. Soon she couldn't even do that, as her body finally became a sphere with her head, hands and feet sticking out. It wasn't long however, before those were gone as well, leaving small bumps that were once her fingers and toes. Alli winced as, one by one, her finger and toenails popped off as the flesh around them swelled outward. She was now a featureless sphere with nothing except a head to indicate that she was once a slender young scientist.
Alli sat there as her body continued to expand outward. How could this happen? she thought. What did I do to deserve this? Why did I, Allison Veers, have the bad luck to end up a huge water balloon, doomed to eventually explode or just continue blowing up until there is nothing left to absorb? Why me?
These thoughts continued for several minutes, and still she continued to grow. Soon, she could feel the rocks underneath her shift slightly, and suddenly she was beginning to move. She moaned. She was rolling downhill, towards the... she gasped.
The ocean!
"Oh, no, no no no no!" she cried. "Please no!" But still her body rolled downward, bouncing around rocks and trees that jutted out of the stream. When she felt empty air she knew she had reached the waterfall about a quarter mile from the beach, and after a moment her massive gut hit the pool at the bottom. Alli's spherical shape billowed outward, spurred on by the huge amounts of water hitting her skin. She estimated it had exceeded fifty or sixty feet by the time it had drained the pool and continued down the slope. By now she could hear the waves crashing against the beach, and after a minute she felt empty air again.
She hit the soft white sand of the beach with a sloshing noise, and she lay there, her body quivering. Her head was turned away from the beach, facing the trees at a slight angle. Above on the slope Alli could see the path that she had created through the trees on her way down. It was very wide.
She couldn't feel the waves hitting her, which was a relief. She remembered that the beach was about a hundred yards wide on average; the distance became shorter or longer depending on the tide. She hoped that with the tide receding, so that she wouldn't start expanding again.
These thoughts left her mind when she heard a loud thunderclap. In the last dying rays of sunlight Alli could see the clouds looming ominously over her. Her worries were confirmed when she felt the first drops hit her body.
Her situation hopeless, Alli Veers began to cry.
Leon Alvarez made his way along the dirt road that ran through the sanctuary. He was scheduled to do some repairs to a section of the road on the other end of the forest this morning, as evidenced by the Bobcat resting in the flatbed he towed behind his pickup. He also hoped to check in on Alli to see how she was doing. He would be passing by her research site any moment now.
He came around a corner to see a large branch sitting in the middle of the road. Hitting the brakes and stepping out of his car, he stared in amazement at the long path of felled trees extending a good quarter mile up the hill. His eyes followed it down to the beach, where it ended in front of a massive, flesh colored orb extending two thirds of the way to the waves. It was completely featureless as far as he could see, but Leon had an unpleasant feeling that he had seen this thing--whatever it was--before.
He quickly moved the branch out of the path of his pickup and sped along the road, taking a turn to go down to the beach.
Slamming the car door behind him, Leon made his way cautiously down the beach. As he got closer he realized just how massive this thing was. It was easily two hundred feed wide, and almost as tall. In the warm morning sun the entire orb glowed a translucent pinkish yellow.
He noticed a small dark spot near the ground on the side of it facing away from the ocean. He quickly started walking toward it. As he neared it, the spot turned into a small, brown-haired head.
Brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a ponytail he had seen two days before on the head of Alli Veers. "Ms. Veers?"
Alli cracked open one eye and squinted up at the man who stood before her, concern and amazement written on his face.
"Leon?"
"S?, Ms. Veers. I... I'm not sure what has happened, but... I will attempt to help in any way I can."
"Do you have a phone?"
"A walkie-talkie, yes."
"Can you use it to call the Coast Guard, or the paramedics, or something?"
"S?, Ms. Veers. Right away."
"And Leon?"
"Yes, Ms. Veers?"
"Call me Alli. And, er... thank you."
The man smiled. "You are welcome, Alli." Alli managed to explain that she was absorbing water, and that she didn't want her body to reach the ocean. Leon was able to use the Bobcat to first dig a long trench that would direct the tide away from her, and then use the extra sand to pile up a barrier that would shield her should the trench fail.
The paramedics arrived by helicopter a few hours later. However, they weren't exactly sure what they could do. After a bit of explaining on Alli's part, they sent up a couple of people to capture some of the frogs, to attempt to create an antidote.
However, there was a more pressing matter at hand. Alli had come to Costa Rica in the middle of the rainy season, which meant that she would keep swelling from the rain. A group of men, Leon included, helped to extend and deepen the trench to help redirect the tide.
Despite their best efforts, Alli continued to expand from the rain. In five days, she was only a few feet from the high tide mark, and had broken down the barrier piled up around her. There was not much time.
Meanwhile, back in a laboratory in San Jose, scientists had completely mapped all the components of the frog's toxin. It was a remarkably simple compound, comprised mostly of chemicals that could be found in any science lab on the continent. The antidote was almost finished.
Unfortunately, it came a bit too late. Six days after her initial encounter with the frog, Alli hit the water at high tide. In fifteen hours, she had extended several hundred feet into the water, and was still growing at an alarming rate.
Meanwhile, the antidote was on its way... Alli had been crying now for almost fifteen hours. She had expanded beyond anything she could have imagined. She could feel the waves lapping against her sides, passing through her skin and into her hugely distended body. How big would she get? A mile? Two miles? A hundred miles?
She was still thinking these thoughts when she heard the thumping rotors of a helicopter. The noise drew closer, and soon she felt the large machine press down against her. Landed on her, it had actually LANDED on her! She realized that there probably wasn't enough room left on the beach for it to land. That though made her whimper again.
Soon a rope slid down her side, and a medic rappelled down and ran to her.
"We've got an antidote that we think will work. We can't find vein anywhere else on you, so we'll have to use your neck for the injection."
Alli closed her eyes and hoped as she felt the needle enter her skin... It took thirteen months and eight days for Allison Veers to deflate enough to be moved. The injection had worked, and she stopped swelling at a diameter of 1,562 feet, give or take a couple feet. Her height was smaller, due to her weight, only about 1,240 feet. Once again, give or take a few feet. It was hard to tell.
The incident was kept secret at the request of Ms. Veers. She wanted to publish a full report on the frog and the effects of its toxins. The scientists at the lab in San Jose were happy to conduct most of the research on the frog during her absence. They even offered to give her all the credit, but she refused. She did, however, let them give her the right to name the creature. Pedonychus Veersi, "Veers's Foot Claw," a deceptive name for a very remarkable creature. However, she just couldn't bring herself to include Inflatus in its name. It was just too weird, she thought.
At thirteen months and eight days, Alli had shrunk back down to a diameter of thirty-five feet, and was able to be moved to a facility in San Jose. She spent three more weeks finishing up her deflation, and checked out after almost exactly fourteen months of near immobility.
The paper was published in National Geographic, with pictures of the frog along with Ms. Veers during her recovery. The story made headlines around the world, and many different private companies began experimenting with the compound(which was fairly easy to synthesize) for various uses.
Alli was given a large scientific grant to continue her studies in the preserve. She had made a full recovery from the frog's toxin, and the only lasting effect was her finger and toenails. They never grew back after her expansion, and in their place was smooth, pale skin.
She had given most of the credit for the research to her colleagues in San Jose, and they received most of the interviews. She returned to the forest and set up a permanent base/living quarters near the stream where all of this began... All walked carefully along the stream, her eyes peeled for her famous little frog. In the corner of her eye she saw a spot of green, and in a flash had scooped up the creature in her net. She walked over to the bank, and sat down on a piece of dry ground with it. Carefully placing the frog on her hand, she gave it a soft prod.
It responded in the way she had hoped, and she placed it on the ground and leaned back as her head began swimming with colors. The tiny amphibian hopped back into the water and swam of hurriedly.
Recovering from the nausea, Alli carefully unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and shoving it in her backpack. She placed her hands against two large rocks and slowly eased her breasts into the water, making sure to avoid the other parts of her body. She felt them swell as they absorbed the cool clear water. She kept them there until she felt they were sufficient size, and then pulled them out. They dried themselves in moments.
They were roughly the size of basketballs, and they quivered with the water that filled them. Pulling off her shirt, Alli took a very large, stretchy sports bra out of her backpack. Fastening it onto her chest, she grinned. Perfect fit. She then pulled out an extra large T-shirt and pulled it over her chest. A little snug around the chest, but still good.
Alli next pulled off her shorts, and very carefully dipped her rear into the stream. It only took a few moments for her hips and butt to swell up to match her chest. Standing up again, she replaced her now too small shorts and panties with larger sizes. The next thing to come out of her backpack was a small syringe, which she gently injected herself with. Stuffing her discarded clothes and empty syringe back in her backpack, she headed back up to her research station.
The station was pretty much a two unit cabin, one section for all of her research and field equipment, the other for living in. Striding majestically into the bedroom of the living unit, Alli struck a pose in front of the full length mirror set up against the wall. She grinned at her exaggerated hourglass figure. What do you know, she thought. A bit of bad luck and my life is perfect. | null | [
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Text: I remember one time I went to a local amusement park with my friends. Our agenda for the day was fun--and eating cotton candy until we felt ready to explode. I wanted to go on the big rollercoaster, but none of my friends wanted to go on the thing with me, so I went by myself.
I ended up getting in the very back car and the rollercoaster ride began. I love coaster rides and always scream my head off. The cars went up, up, up to the peak of the first railed hill, then...ZOOOOOSH! Down the hill like a bullet. My mouth was open and screaming bloody terror all the way.
Unfortunately, I didn't know the experience would make me inflate!
All the air rushing against me--and me with my mouth wide open, screaming--caused my body to plumpen. After the first hill I found myself wedged into my seat rather snugly, my bloating breasts rubbing against the restraining harness that held me in place. The line of cars bucked and rolled along the rails and met another rise, going up, up, up, then...ZOOOOOSH! Down the other side again. I was crying out, less from the terror of the zooming ride and more from the fact that, with all that air rushing into me, I was getting huge in a hurry.
I looked ahead to the upcoming track; there were three or four more up- and downhill slopes yet to go. The ride continued and I found I couldn't stop crying and screaming--I was panicking hard, and as a result never closed my mouth. My body expanded larger and larger, swelling wider and broader as the air rushed into me. My breasts and belly grew so large and shoved against the harness so hard that I feared the restraint might break, sending me sailing off into the wild blue.
The ride finally ended after what seemed like hours, even though it probably lasted a minute or two. When the ride coordinators came to unharness me they found a very plump girl with belly and huge boobs squeezing out on all sides of the little coaster car. They actually had the gall to yell at me (after they unstuffed me from the car) saying pregnant women are not supposed to ride rollercoasters. I didn't say anything; what could I say? I just turned red and waddled away, jiggling and bouncing like a big carnival balloon.
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"...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!
"MOVE!" Scott yelled, pushing Kevin aside, sliding his ID card through the door lock.
"FUCK YOU DUDE." Kevin pushed Scott back, he collided into the side wall.
Mitch, Kevin, and Matt burst through the RA Lounge's door, I was last to enter. I could hear wild feet pounding towards the door.
"CLOSE IT DUDE, FUCKING CLOSE IT JASON!" Kevin yelled at me.
"ALRIGHT... S-SHUT UP!" I turned, pushing the door from the inside.
Where was Scott?!
He wasn't in the room with us... the door was half-way closed.
His arm shot through the side.
"LET ME IN-PLEASE LET ME IN!" His screams were frantic, I grabbed his arm pulling him towards me, keeping the door cautiously tight.
A force was holding him back. The Shark had grabbed ahold of his hips.
"NO... PLEASE NO... D-...DON'T LET IT-" I could hear his pants being shredded, he gripped my forearm, tight, ID in hand.
The other beasts were going to smash through this door... we were all going to be attacked... I had no choice. I jerked my arm frantically without a word and pulled it away hard. His grasp slipped, the ID fell to my toes. The Great-White grunted, Scott's pants had been shredded completely. His body ground against the door as the massive beast humped away at his back. I shifted my full body weight against it to counter the pressure.
"NO... WHY... I-ARGH-... H-HELP M-M-ME!" His screams were choppy as the Shark roared.
What was happening?
The Shark's pulsating cock bobbed between Scott's legs smacking against his own swelling dick and balls, brushing his abs; it jerked wildly. Cum splattered up between Scott's chest and the door, the front of his shirt soaking in it. I had the door open just a crack, the smell hitting my nose. It was disgustingly fragrant. I finally slammed it shut, the door locked. Scott's cries were muffled as the other beasts climbed on top of him. The three boys in the room backed far away as they heard his faint struggles. I looked through the small rectangular glass above the door handle. Watching everything.
The glass was foggy, but I could make out Scott's figure being ravished beneath the Monkey, Orca, and Shark. Their cocks pumped furiously above his body, tails wildly flicking around. His figure began to writhe as the Orca tore open his shirt, his chest and abs were bulging - damp with cum and sweat. He threw his head back moaning while the Monkey pointed its dick towards his mouth. A stream of cum spewed onto his face. He began to suck it down, his face contorting, his nose smoothing out. His hair dissolved. A tail sprouted, wildly waving between his legs. What the fuck was happening to him? His hands grabbed his own stiff penis beneath the Shark, his balls filling out, his skin growing smooth. He thrust it between his lubricated grasp, the tip prodding the Sharks strong chest smearing pre along the pecks. Cum erupted from the Sharks cock a second time gushing up Scott's tensing chest. The Orca lowered its head down to Scott's abs, its long dark tongue spreading across them, lapping the Shark cum. I could see Scott's form filling out similar to the Orca's, they had transformed him. His hips thrust wildly into his palms, cum spewed from the spasming shaft. Scott was now a mad-sex driven Orca. His cum soaked body shivered, fingers and feet flexing in the air as his transformation nearly finished.
My view was disrupted by the Reptile who was hidden from the scene. His face rose in-front of the glass. I froze. Its golden eyes stared into mine, blocking any view of the beasts behind him. It sniffed the air, flicking its tongue out. Any moment he could break through this door with his powerful muscles and violate us. But he didn't. He sniffed again... and again. Large thuds trampled through the hall, I couldn't see what was going on behind his head. His face began to fade behind the foggy glass, I swear I could make out a faint smile spreading across its reptilian lips. Where was he going? His body was fading, the hall was empty in the distance. Damp hand and footprints smeared the walls from the puddle of sweat and cum in the center. The last I saw was the Reptiles large scaly tail swaying above his asshole and massive package before snaking down the stairwell.
What just happened? I turned, hands on my knees, weak from the horror I had just witnessed. I looked at Matt... to Kevin, then to Mitch.
"What happened?!" Mitch asked.
"I .. I don't know... They raped him." I couldn't find the words. "...And he changed..." I tried to explain it.
"Changed? What do you mean "changed"?! The-fuck does that mean?!" Kevin threw his hands at me, nearly striking my bare chest.
"I DON'T KNOW. THEY... I DON'T KNOW... THEY TRANSFORMED HIM INTO SOME SORT OF BEAST... ORCA... AN ANIMAL!" I lost it.
"What the fuck do we do?" Matt said, his bare-feet stepping softly around on the carpet.
"I don't know." I said breathing tightly.
Kevin took a step towards the door's glass, I moved away. He looked into it. There was no sign of anything.
There was a small moment of silence. We settled down.
"We can wait here..." Kevin looked around. "We have food and comfort." He was more calm now. "We can wait until the police come, or the army... I don't fucking know. As long as I'm locked in here and those things are out there, I feel safer."
He was right, we *were* better off staying in here. We had conserved food in the refrigerators and comforters in the storage cabinets. It wouldn't be a struggle to setup and rest the night and plan in the morning.
"Let's set up camp." Kevin said, marching barefoot around a corner towards the storage.
We were all barefoot on the carpet. Matt was shirtless, I was shirtless, Kevin was as well. Mitch still had his. We all had loose shorts on, or, well, in my case I had a loosely hanging towel above my crotch. Being locked in a room with three other incredibly fit guys was making my groin stir. I wasn't entirely gay... I don't think I am... but sexy bodies like theirs could easily give me a raging hardn. But now was not the time to think about that.
As they moved blankets and pillows around the floor's center, I shifted towards the back windows. I looked through glass, it was dark and slightly foggy. I could see other creatures running rampant throughout the night: lizards and wolves breaking into cars - tearing the clothes off their victims. Cum spewing along their bodies and the glass. A late-night jogger was sprawled on a grass field, his asshole being dominated by a Horse. Two boys were mid-transformation into were-foxes, spewing cum along a park bench, grinding into each other's bodies. Muscles spasmed into more feral power, fur crawled across exposed bodies. It was a nightmare.
It wasn't long before our room was setup, we all just wanted to rest. I had to use the bathroom. The other three were lying nearly side-by-side on their blankets. Kevin had dimmed the center light of the room. I closed the bathroom door, turning the light on, lifting the seat. I took a long, stress relieving leak, flushed the toilet, and moved to wash my hands. I saw something strange above my left wrist.
It was a watermark or something, similar the residue of white toothpaste, dry. I looked at it closer. It was fairly small, no wonder I never noticed it. I brought it up to my nose. I sniffed it lightly. My eyes grew wide. It smelled like... dry cum... heavy. I thought back to the door-to Scott. The Shark... he must have... when he came... I looked into the mirror at my face. Nothing. I looked at my arms. Nothing was changing. I quickly scrubbed the cum-stain off my arm in the warm water. I didn't feel any different. I looked at my feet, nothing was happening. I grabbed my crotch, it didn't feel any stranger than when I normally grasp it.
I stepped out of the bathroom, turning the light off, shutting the door quietly. I tip-toed towards my blankets, my arm hidden behind my hip. Three hot bodies were comfortably resting on-top of their blankets... exposed. It made my mind stir just slightly. Could you imagine an orgy right now? ...What was I thinking? I couldn't help but eye up Matt and Kevin's shirtless bodies. They slept above the covers... the room *was* pretty warm. I shook my head adjusting my groin as I neared my bedding.
I lifted my towel up, peering down to my crotch... it bulged slightly. I felt like sleeping in the nude for some reason. I looked at the others, they were near asleep. We've all got a penis in here. Why not?
I stripped the towel off, the warm air coursed around my dick, it looked like it was swelling. I whispered a moan, tossing the towel to the side, sliding under the top blanket. I turned to my side. My eyes closed.
A few hours went by, they were fast asleep.
I felt really warm under these covers. I turned over. Shifting onto my other shoulder, my ass facing the other three. Why was I so hot?! I kicked my feet slightly, the blanket shifting down to my hips. I crossed my arms. My armpits felt... sweaty?! I was sweating?!
I opened my eyes just a crack, it was very dim. I rubbed my feet together under the blanket, they felt moist. My whole body was covered in a small glaze of sweat. I was whimpering. My groin felt incredibly hot. My knees buckled in to contain it.
I turned over once more, this time kicking the blanket completely off myself. I faced the others. Their chests breathing slowly. Why weren't they sweating? Was it just me? The room? My crotch began to tickle as I watched Kevin's chest rise and lower, the muscles looked so firm. My hand moved to my dick. I rubbed it gently. Maybe I could jack this off. Maybe that would help. I slowly rubbed my swelling penis. It felt really good... hot. I didn't know why it felt so intense.
I rolled onto my back, cushioning my head to a pillow, my eyes closed in pleasure. My cock was semi-hard, I began to pump it with my left hand. I grunted quietly, the arousal increasing, I've never felt this before. My head rolled back to the left, my eyes opening just slightly as I masturbated. Kevin was on his back. His face pointing towards the ceiling. My hand was damp. My cock was slick, I could feel pre leaking. It tingled. Strange and disturbing thoughts began to grow in my head. Kevin looked so sexy. I wanted to crawl over to him and lick his chest and suck on the pecks. Beads of sweat rolled down my brow. Before I knew it I was shifting to my hands and knees keeping low as my hand pumped away. I was slowly crawling towards him. What was I doing?! I was fighting myself, but I wanted to play with him so badly, my cock wanted it, *badly*. I could smell my testosterone, it was filling the room, engulfing my nostrils. I smelled so fucking good. I could feel the warm air lick at my asshole as I struggled towards him. He was lying next to Matt, far enough for me to climb over his delicious body. I pulled my hand from my cock, my head felt very dizzy. I reached across his toned chest, resting the palm of my hand above his head. I swung my right leg over his crotch, both knees spread at his ribs. I looked down scanning his body, a few drops of sweat fell to his chiseled abs. He was sound asleep. My cock bobbed above.
He tossed gently, his thigh brushing my right foot. It made me shiver with pleasure. I leaned forward, bending more at my knees so my cock was above his face. His mouth was peacefully open. I bit my lip, concealing a moan, the excitement in me was rising. I moved a hand to my dick, positioning the tip above his lips. I stroked it. It was lubricated by a vast amount of pre. I wanted him to taste me. I don't know why, but I wanted him to suck on it. I milked my member above his lips eagerly. Pre oozed from the tip. I lowered it towards his face, I could feel his warm breath on the head. Pre spilled from my cock as I grasped it harder, a strand dripped into his parted lips. I shuddered, it felt so erotic as it started to gush out of me. I pumped harder as more pre spilled along his mouth. I was feeling primal urges. The smell was making me erratic. I pushed deeper, my muscles were tensing. I heard Kevin moan, I could sense his arousal. His tongue slowly extended out of his mouth lapping at my tip. Pleasure shot through my body, I nearly collapsed onto his face. In his daze his hands reached up, caressing my sides. I wanted him to feel me, I pushed further into him, my cock entering his gaping mouth. It sloshed around in his pre-soaked saliva and he mindlessly started to suck my wet shaft. His knees spread as his hands drifted down, pulling his shorts from his legs, kicking them away. I raised my feet from the floor, resting the tops on his cock. I could feel it growing. It felt soft, thickening out, lengthening on my toes. I could feel his body heat rising. He moaned through the suction, eyes opening slightly, they were glossy. I began to thrust my hips gently downward. I was feeling wild... different.
As my feet rubbed against Kevin's growing dick they felt fuzzier. I felt fuzzy too. What was going on down there? l looked past his thickening arms exploring my glistening body, towards my ankles. I could see hairs sprouting around his groin while my feet had some of their own. I flexed my toes on his ball-sack, I could feel the orbs growing, he grunted in pleasure. I focused on my moist feet massaging his sack, the tops had dark brown fur, not hair, spreading rapidly up my sweaty legs, heading towards my ass. His sack was growing dark fur as well, the skin feeling more leathery. His knees shook in pleasure, I could feel him sucking harder, my body tingled everywhere. His hands explored down my back, towards my anus, fingers sliding down my crack, moistening from my sweat. He pushed two fingers into my hole, I could feel it quivering. His fingers were throbbing inside me, I nearly drooled myself. They were fusing together. Thickening. I looked to his cock, it was darkening. A sudden realization hit me. We were becoming beasts... we were... changing just like Scott... and Josh! The thought caused me to grind into his mouth, I couldn't control myself. His fingering and sucking sent me over the edge.
"E...ughh... EAHHH... HAWWWW" I cried as cum burst from my dick, pulsing in his mouth. My voice was different, more primal.
My heart was pounding, I sounded like an animal... and I loved every bit of it. I brayed softly, my eyes flickering in pleasure. I sensed Matt being disturbed, he was about to wake... and join us. In my shuddering state I reached a hand to Kevin's lips, cum was leaking from the sides, my dick was still spasming. I gathered a large amount, spreading them along my own thickening fingers. The nails were turning dark and solid. I brought it to my mouth, tasting just a little of myself. I groaned, it was delicious. I wetly popped my finger from my lips and smeared the taint along Matt's mouth. I forced my fingers in, the vast amount of cum spreading along his gums and tongue. His eyes shot open, he tried to scream, but my hand muffled him. He squirmed-kicking at his blankets, his shorts flying to his ankles, but my thick fingers were sturdy; fur sprouted from the skin, spreading up my arm. My nostrils began to flare, I could smell Kevin's dick. His fingers pulled from my hole. My cock released from his mouth, strands of cum dwindled from the tip. I shifted lower, my moist balls dragging along his abs. I could feel them growing, thickening, darkening. I moaned as they slid along him. Matt stopped struggling and instead started to suck on my two fingers slurping at my cum. Groans erupted from his throat. His hand grasped my furry wrist, pushing my fusing fingers further into his mouth. His other hand grasping his swelling penis, kicking his shorts off. Kevin brought his shaft to my ass-crack. I could feel him wiping it up and down teasing my hole, lathering my crack with his fluids. The sensation made me whimper, I wanted him inside me. My feet curled, the toes fusing together, the legs becoming digitigrade. I rubbed them down his calves, the toes forming into hooves. I could feel his own calves bulging, his feet contorting into hooves, his legs shifting. He rubbed my legs back, I leaned to his face, our lips met. We kissed, saliva lubricating our lips, the taste of cum spread along our tongues. I could feel his tip pushing into my widening ass, my pucker pushing out more animalistic, throbbing. I pushed back to him, my hole swelling around the head of his cock. He trust into me, *hard*.
We threw our heads back, both of us letting out a wild "HAWWW" as we fucked. Mitch had awakened. He tossed around in his blankets, shifting towards the sounds of us fucking. Matt noticed this. He removed my donkey-like fingers from his mouth, his own hand sporting fur like ours. He licked his cum-wet lips, quickly rolling over onto Mitch, I watched. Mitch struggled, he was still gaining focus.
"Hey! What are y-" He was cut off by Matt.
"Y-you... I need to fuck you- I need ... to change you." Matt grunted, his face incredibly glossy, sweating, his cock throbbing.
Matt struggled, "NO... NOT ME, GET O-" His pleas were silenced by Matt's mouth forcefully pushing onto his lips.
Cum leaked from his mouth into Mitch's. His feet kicked, but Matt had his arms pinned with his transforming hands. I could see Mitch's clothing dampening with sweat, the shorts tenting. He was starting to feel it too. Matt's muscles tensed as he madeut with Mitch. His ass was raised in the air, a tail sprouting at the base of the spine, the muscles flexing in pleasure. His furry legs began to shift digitigrade as his feet flexed, toes transforming into hooves. His throbbing dick began to squirt pre as he ravished the boys mouth.
I could feel Kevin growing inside me. His dick lengthening, becoming thicker every thrust. I "HAWWED hard", a tail sprouting above my crack. I could feel my face pushing out, the muscles straining, my ears lengthening. I looked down to him, his face was doing the same. I leaned down in beastly lust and began to suck on his lips. Our mouth's embraced wildly, changing together. My nostrils widened, inhaling his scent. I could smell Matt and Mitch as their bodies squirmed in their transformations. My own cock had been lengthening, the final changes were approaching. Pre spurted across Kevin's fur coated abs. It made me grind into him. I rubbed my chest into his, our pecks brushing together. He grunted hard, his knees lifting into the air, clasping my sides as he began to thrust faster. I could feel his body tense up, the muscles bulged, his arms sliding up my back, pulling me into him. My lips parted his, slipping to his shoulder. I could feel my second climax. His wet balls slapped against me hard, his hips bucked wildly. He was going to cum, I could feel it twitching inside.
"F-fuck me ... harder... f-FFFHAAWWWW" I brayed loudly, his thrusts hit my prostate. I came, my thick balls puling into me tightly. Cum spewed a second time from my long donkey dick up his abs and between our chests.
"eee-EEHHAAWWW..." Kevin grunted, his own cock erupted inside me, the surging shaft vibrated against my inner walls. He bucked with every wave of cum. His donkey-cock pulled out of me, a string of cum flew across the room. We lay there, spent, heaving and braying heavily, our tails flicking around. I reached back and caressed his shaft between my wide crack, my hole seeped with cum. I turned my head on his chest towards Matt and Mitch.
Matt, who was mid-transformation, released his grip, Mitch's hands struggled with his shorts. Their muscles throbbed with power. Matt started to rip Mitch's shirt off with his donkey-like hands. Tearing it down the center as Mitch's chest rapidly grew. Mitch ripped his soaked shorts from his waist, lifting his arms above his head. Matt grasped the wrists, pushing them to the floor, above his head. He leaned down as his face began to push out. His drenched tongue lapped out at Mitch's sweaty bare armpit causing him to squirm in euphoric pleasure; his toes flexed in ecstasy. Matt's tongue traced up to his sweaty chest gliding along his peck, encircling it. Mitch's legs spread, kicking up into the air, his ass exposed. His feet curled, the toes hardening, forming into hooves, the legs taking on our same features. Fur spread all along their bodies. Their cocks swelled up thick, leaking pre everywhere. Matt's was pointed directly at Mitch's hole. I watched him swiftly plunge into the widening asshole, a tail spurting outwards below it. Matt grunted as he thrust. Their heads parted in pleasure, Matt's face taking on the same donkey-like features as us. I groaned at the sight of it, a spurt of cum released from my dick as I kept rubbing Kevin's. We both continued to watch them fuck.
"YES... F-FUCK ME..." Mitch moaned, his facial muscles changing, fur encasing his skin.
"HAWWW.. EEH... HAWWW..." Matt brayed as he fucked Mitch harder.
Mitch's face didn't look as donkey as ours. I looked at his body, he was larger, the muscles were thicker. His elongating cock taking on a much thicker mushroom head; a muscular ring throbbed around its center. He was transforming into a horse. Both of them were reaching their limits, their balls filling out, slapping against themselves in the fucking.
"T...TRANS..F-FORM ME... UGHHH" Mitch neighed loudly to Matt.
His face had many horse-like features and his ears had elongated. The Anthro Donkey on-top of him bucked into him harder, Mitch arched his back. His horse cock squirted pre, followed by a massive wave of cum. He "NEIGHED" loudly as his body writhed in pleasure. The cum shot up Matt's chest cause him to "HAWWWWW" loudly. His asshole pulsed, arousing me as I watched. He pushed into Mitch one final time. He came. The excessive amount of cum flooded out of the horses ass-crack, soaking the blankets below. The musk from all the cum sent my senses into overdrive. My cock spasmed once again, a small amount of cum spewed out, streaming down Kevin's side. I moaned. I could feel his own donkey cock jerk wildly in my hand, cum drizzling down my wrist for his second time. We brayed together.
We were spent. The floor around us was soaked in cum and sweat. We had transformed into a group donkeys and a horse. I rested on Kevin's body, slowly humping away at his hard abs. Nothing could feel better than this. New urges began to take me over. Mitch and Matt got up, their faces filled with lust, they stumbled, thumping their hooves loudly to the door. I could feel the lust rising within me. Kevin began to get up, turning on his hands and knees, I followed behind him. My groin couldn't rest, my dick began to throb once more. These new feelings... my new purpose. The other Horse and Donkey left the room as Kevin got up on one hoof. I looked up, his balls hung freely in-front of my face, his asshole exposed. I gave him one last lick up the back of his sack, over his donkey pucker, sending a shivering wave of pleasure through him. The taste was marvelous. He brayed, pre leaked from his cock as he stumbled towards the door. I adjusted myself upwards, standing on my new hooves. My cock tensed in-front of me. I looked down my masculine furry body to the tip in the dim light. The shaft soaked with fluid. I smelled the air. I could sense other Anthro beasts tossing victims on their backs, fucking them nude, their bodies writhing in transformation. I needed to fuck... I needed to spread my cum.
I stammered to the door turning the handle; my hoof crushed the ID on the floor.
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A couple of years ago, I had an on-going relationship with a woman that I had known for a long time. Amy was about five years younger than me, and stunningly gorgeous.
We had met when I was coaching her son in football. At that point, we were both married. We got along quite well, and joked around together a lot. Even during the off-season, we would run into each other, at grocery stores, school functions, etc.
Soon, though, we were both divorced. We went out on a date, wound up sleeping together that night, and remained friends. Neither of us was looking for a serious relationship at that point, so we maintained a "Friends-With-Benefits" type situation.
Last summer, she had a chance to travel overseas to see her cousin. She was planning on taking both of her kids, so she asked me to house-sit for her. She needed someone to feed her pets, water her plants, etc.
When she asked me, of course I immediately agreed. My lease was just about up on my apartment, which I didn't plan on renewing, so staying at her house would give me a chance to find a new place while she was gone.
She had a nice sized house in a corner of a cul-de-sac. I always teased her by calling her street "Hottie Lane." There was a total of six houses in her circle, four of which were occupied by beautiful women, including her.
Her neighbor to her left, Adrienne, which was the first house on that side, was my age, early 40's, with two incredibly gorgeous daughters who were both in college. The neighbor on the other side, Mary Beth, was married, beautiful, in her early 30's, and not too bright. At the other end of the circle was Mary Beth's sister, Kate, who was in her mid-30's, widowed, and after Amy, the second most beautiful woman on the street.
A couple of weeks before she left for her vacation, Amy threw a cookut for Memorial Day weekend, and invited all of her neighbors. I was running the grill and having a few beers while the women socialized.
Mary Beth's husband didn't attend, mainly because he was an anti-social asshole, but in large part, because he couldn't stand me. At Amy's last party, he tried making fun of me by mocking the fact that I was drinking top shelf bourbon and smoking a Cohiba. I retorted by telling him that it was hard to take someone's opinions seriously when they looked, and acted, like a cross between Larry The Cable Guy and Toby Keith.
Everyone else, though, was there, and a good time was had by all. At one point, Amy mentioned that I was going to be house sitting while she was gone. Mary Beth moaned that her husband was going to have a fit, with me living next door for a month, and Adrienne responded that she thought it would be nice having a man around for a while.
Towards the end of the party, while everyone was stuffed and either drunk, or almost there, Adrienne came up to me while I was making another round of Margaritas.
"While you are here, if there is anything you need, just let me know," she told me, speaking slowly and slurring a bit.
"Thanks," I responded. "I'll keep that in mind."
"I DO mean ANYthing," she told me, giggling, as she walked away.
As I watched her walked away, her hips swishing under her short jeans skirt, I saw Mary Beth walk towards me. I could tell that she was already drunk by the way that she wobbled on her feet.
"I just wanted to apologize," she told me, slurring heavily, "for what I said earlier. I didn't mean to insult you. I just meant that the asshole is going to be even more of an asshole with you here. Sometimes, I wish I wasn't married to him, he's such a jerk."
"Hey, no insult taken," I told her. "I have to ask though, are you ok? You seem a bit drunk."
"I am drunk," she responded. "But not drunk enough. I know that when I get home, the asshole is going to interrogate me, and then want to have sex. At least this way, I can just go to bed and pass out before he tries to stick that tiny little thing he calls a dick into me."
I was surprised that Mary Beth was speaking like that. She was usually very quiet and mousy, almost like she was afraid to voice an opinion. I knew that she was very devoted to her church, much like her sister. I just wrote it off as liquid courage.
At the end of the night, I had four drunk women on my hands, all to varying degrees. Mary Beth was obviously the worst off, but Adrienne wasn't too far behind. Kate was tipsy and slurring her words, but not too bad off. Amy was quite "happy", and I had to admit that I had quite a good buzz going.
I couldn't let these women walk, or rather stumble, home alone, even if it was no more than a few hundred feet at the most. I started walking them home, with May Beth first.
She was so drunk that I had to have her hold on to me. As I got her home, her husband opened the door and did not look happy that she was that wasted, or that I was walking her home, especially considering the fact that she was virtually hanging on me.
He started giving her grief, and I told him, quite simply, that if he had bothered to come over and visit, he would have been the one walking her home. His response was a basic and crude, "Fuck you."
"Oh," I responded. "How can I possibly recover from such a witty and biting comeback?"
He glared at me and slammed the door shut while I laughed at him, remembering what Mary Beth had said about him.
Next, I walked Adrienne home. As we got to her door, she thanked me for being such a gentleman, gave me a tight hug that lasted a few seconds, and reminded me that she was "just next door", in case I needed ANYTHING. I thanked her, and then went back to walk Kate home.
Kate, obviously, was the longest walk, although only a few hundred feet. As I walked her home, she hooked her arm in mine, and started telling me that she was glad that I was around. She asked me about my relationship with Amy, and when I told her that we were mainly just friends, I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was intrigued.
A couple of weeks later, I took Amy and her kids to the airport and saw them off. The last thing that Amy said to me before she went through security was, "Have fun while I'm gone."
I then went back to her house and settled in. That evening, I was enjoy the cool temps as I sat in the Tiki Hut that I had helped Amy put up the summer before.
It was a nice set-up back there. Sitting in the corner of the yard, along the fence separating her yard from Adrienne's, we put in a small refrigerator, a stereo, fire pit, and wicker seating. I was relaxing in a nicely padded chair with a beer and a joint. I don't smoke often, but I had taken some vacation time myself, and decided that this was a good time.
I hadn't lit up yet, just enjoying the breeze, when Adrienne showed up, wearing her usual mini-skirt, with a sleeveless button-down blouse and sandals . She walked into the yard and came right to the hut. "Making yourself at home already?" she chuckled as she saw me.
"Well, for the next couple of weeks, this is home," I told her. "What are you drinking?"
I made her a Margarita, and she sat next to me as we started to talk. She told me that her youngest daughter was gone on vacation with her dad and his family, and her oldest was working that night, waitressing at a local club.
As she went to put her drink on the table, she noticed the joint sitting there. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "I haven't seen one of those in years. I didn't know you smoked."
"I don't smoke often," I explained. "Would you care to join me?"
Giggling, she answered, "Sure, why not?"
As we smoked, I made her another drink, and had another beer myself. By the time we were done smoking, I could tell that Adrienne was toasted.
"So are you and Amy serious?" she asked, as she handed me her glass for another drink. She had a gleam in her eyes that told me that we wasn't just asking to be neighborly.
"We are just good friends," I answered.
"VERY good friends, judging from some of the sounds I've heard coming from her window," she giggled.
"You've heard us?" I asked, as I handed her the drink.
"Oh, I've done more that just hear you," she answered.
"Would you care to explain?" I asked, getting curious as to what she was leading to.
"I was outside one night and I heard some noises, so I went to check it out," she started. "While I was at the side of the house, I noticed that the sounds were coming from Amy's window, and I could see in. I could see you two, you know, doing it. She was very happy!"
"You were spying on us?" I asked.
"I wasn't really spying," she tried to explain. "I told you, I heard the noises, and I went to investigate. I was trying to be a good neighbor."
"By looking in her window, and watching us," I pushed.
"I couldn't help it. Once I knew what the noises were ..." she said.
"And you just happened to be on the side of the house, away from everything else," I said. "Did you enjoy being the voyeur?"
"I couldn't see very much, but what I did see was very hot, and sexy," she answered, almost in a whisper.
"Did you touch yourself while you were watching us?" I asked.
Adrienne hesitated before answering. "A little," she told me. "I did more when I went home, and went to bed."
Watching her, I could tell that the conversation, along with the booze and the weed, were getting to her. She was squirming a little in her seat, and I could see her nipples poking through her shirt.
"You're getting turned on just thinking about it, aren't you?" I challenged her.
"Yes," she answered softly.
"Do you wish that it was you, sometimes?" I pushed.
"Yes," she replied.
"Stand up," I told her.
Adrienne did as I requested, and walked towards me.
I could see her nipples poking through her shirt as I reached out to her. Looking her in the eyes, I smiled as I slowly slid my hand up her legs. She was breathing heavy and let out a moan and a sigh as I slid my fingers along her wet, satin panties.
"You are very excited, aren't you?" I teased.
Adrienne closed her eyes, and again whispered, "Yes."
I stood and took a small step towards her. Leaning in, I placed my hands on her hips and kissed her. I started lightly at first, but soon increased the passion behind the lip-lock.
As one hand slid behind her, just above her ass, and the other slid up to her shoulder blade, I lightly pulled her in closer and held her tight as I kissed her with even more intensity and passion, while my hands glided across her back.
Adrienne moaned, and wrapped her arms around me, returning my kiss. I slid one hand down, cupping her ass-cheeks and pulling her in even closer.
I knew that she could feel my hard cock pushing against her belly, just above her pussy, and soon enough, I could feel her moving her hips, trying to rub her pussy against my leg while she rubbed her belly against my stiff rod.
Slowly, I turned us so that Adrienne had her back to the seats. I started sliding my hand down to the back of her leg, just above her hem line. As I kissed my way along her jaw-line, I slowly slid one hand up under her skirt, gliding softly along her leg towards her ass, while the other hand slowly slid up under the back of her shirt.
As my lips made their way to the spot just below her ear, and just above her jaw, Adrienne gasped and pulled me in tight, enjoying the feel of my fingertips. She started wiggling her hips again, almost humping my leg, as she gave in to the sensations.
Slowly, I pulled away from her, and directed Adrienne to the larger seat in the hut, basically a well-cushioned wicker couch. I placed her in the center, and sat her there. Sitting myself to her right, I briefly resumed kissing her, wrapping one arm around her back, and putting the other at her side, just below her arm.
As I worked my way back to her neck, I slid my free hand across her body, while Adrienne held me tight and moaned into my ear. My hand went from her side, with my thumb grazing along the side of her lightly covered breast, down her body, until it was lightly sliding along her beautiful legs, down to her knees.
Slowly bringing my hand back up her legs, I slid my fingertips just under the edge of her skirt as I started kissing my way down her neck towards her chest. Adrienne moaned and gasped as I slid my hand up higher under her skirt, and I kissed my way down along the edge of her blouse, kissing as much of her neck and chest as was exposed.
I went down one side of her chest, following the edges of the blouse, and up the other side. As I kissed my way up the side of her neck, I slid my hand even higher, raising Adrienne's skirt almost to her hips.
With my hand very lightly cupping her mound, my lips reached her ear. "I'm going to need two hands, if I'm going to keep kissing and licking my way across your chest." I felt her gasp, and I continued. " Now, I can use both of my hands," I told her, applying a little pressure on her hot pussy, feeling the warmth and moisture radiating from her, "or you are going to have to help me."
As soon as I said that, her hands flew down to her blouse, and started opening the buttons. As soon as she had the top one on-done, her hands flew to the next. Reaching down, I took her hands in mine.
"Slow down," I told her softly. "My lips can't move that fast!"
Adrienne laughed softly, and exhaled, relaxing. I resumed kissing her neck, and slowly started back down her chest, this time covering more flesh. This time, instead of working my way up and down, I started going side-to-side, pushing the blouse open at the edges.
As I worked my way towards the next button, her hands slid back up and undid it. This time, she didn't drop her hands, she kept them at her sides.
We continued like this, she unbuttoning her blouse for me as I kissed and licked my way across her slowly baring chest while my fingers started to slide underneath the panel of her panties. I could feel how hot, and wet, her pussy was, and I knew that I wanted to taste her juices.
Eventually, Adrienne's blouse was open and I kissed and licked my way around, over, and across her tissue-thin bra. I couldn't believe that a bra that thin could hold up a pair of breasts like hers as I flicked my tongue across her nipples.
I had both nipples stiff and pushing against the fabric when I pulled back slightly. I slipped a fingertip into Adrienne's wet pussy as I started to blow gently across her wet nipples. She moaned, and started to move her hips, trying to get more of my finger inside if her.
I bent down and started to nip at her hard little nubs as I pushed my finger in deeper. She groaned again, and held my head in place as I flicked my tongue across a nipple. Finally, she reached up and un-did the front clasp to the bra, and then pulled the bra open. Grasping both of her tits in her hands, she squeezed them while she moved her hips, trying to get a better angle for my hand.
I slid a second finger into her, burying both of them as the heel of my hand rubbed against her clit. Moving my hand around, while she squeezed her tits and pulled on her nipples, I started looking for the spot along the top of her pussy walls as my fingers wiggled around.
Listening to her gasps, and watching her body jump and shake when I passed over one particular spot, I knew that I had zeroed in on her magic button. I slid my fingers out of her pussy, to Adrienne's moans of disappointment, and brought them up to her tits. I showed her my shiny wet fingers, and then started to rub her juices around her nipple.
I had rubbed all of the fluid from one finger off, and then I held the other finger up, looking at her. Keeping eye contact, I slowly ran my tongue up the length of my finger, tasting her juice. She started squeezing her tits again, never once taking her eyes off of my hand.
I held out my hand, offering her a taste of my finger. With a slight smile, she opened her mouth, and leaned forward to take my finger in. She sucked and licked her wetness from my finger, giving me a hint to what I had coming to me when I offered my cock to her lips.
Leaning in to her, I flicked my tongue across her stiff, pussy-juice covered nipple as my hand slid back down her body. I could detect a taste of her muskiness coating her hard bud as she held her tit up to me as an offering.
As I sucked the nipple into my mouth, I slid my fingers back under her panties and into her hot, wet pussy. Adrienne gasped loudly as I sucked hard on her nipple, taking it in as deep as I could, and buried two fingers deep into her soaking, sweltering pussy.
I kissed my way across her chest, licking and sucking on her other tit, and then started sliding my way down her body, which was already starting to glow with a sheen of sweat.
I kissed down her belly, and heard a sharp intake of breath as I ducked my head under her skirt. I slid my fingers out of her pussy, reached up, and slid her panties off.
Holding her legs in the air, I leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of her mound. As I kissed down the sides, passing over the edges of her labia, Adrienne moaned loudly again, and I could feel her body start to shake just a little.
I slid my tongue up one side of her slit, slowly dragging it from her ass up along the edge, up around the side of her clit hood. Then, I started on the other side.
"Oh, god, that feels nice," she moaned as I flicked the tip of my tongue across the top of the shaft to her clit.
Kneeling between her legs, I slowly slid my tongue out and flicked it around the seeping wet hole to her pussy. As I leisurely dragged my tongue up her wet slit, she started to wiggle her hips and reached down with her hands, placing them at my head.
With a tongue full of her oozing elixir, I spread her juices along her slit, until I reached her stiff little clit. I flicked my tongue quickly at the tip of her sensitive bud, and she jumped.
"Oh my god!" she yelped. "Oh, yes! I haven't had my pussy eaten since I was in college. Please eat my pussy!"
I leaned in and started to dance my tongue all over her pussy, paying a lot of attention to the shaft right behind her clit. I slid my tongue down her slit to her oozing pussy. I lapped up her juices, spreading them around, and then slid my tongue deep into her pussy.
With my tongue flicking at the top wall of her wet hole, and the tip of my nose wiggling just under her clit, Adrienne started to gasp and moan even louder.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "Oh, god, I love this! This feels so good!"
After tongue fucking her for a couple of minutes, I slid my tongue out, and licked a little further down. Pushing Adrienne's legs up, my tongue quickly passed over her ass. That brought out a loud intake of breath, and her body tensed for a moment, and then she relaxed again.
I took another pass at her ass, and this time, she sighed as my tongue rimmed her tight ass. She had started squeezing her tits, and was pulling on her nipples as my tongue flitted across her tight back hole.
As I let her legs down, I slid my hand up so that my fingers were poised just at her pussy. I started to lick around her clit, and slipped a finger just to the mouth of her wet hole. I wiggled my finger around just inside her steamy opening as my tongue stroked her clit.
"Oh my god! Yes!!" she exclaimed as I added a second finger and slid them both into her pussy.
I started to slide my fingers in and out of her hole, which was getting wetter by the second. When I increased my attack on her clit with my tongue, I started stroking the top of her pussy walls with my fingers.
"Oh, my goooddd!" Adrienne whimpered as she started moving her hips around. By now, she was switching back and forth between squeezing her full melons, and pulling hard on the nipples, stretching them out.
When I added my little finger to the mix, wiggling around her asshole, Adrienne started to buck and wiggle her hips even more. With two of my fingers teasing her oozing pussy, and my pinkie pressing at her back door, Adrienne really started to explode.
"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" she exclaimed as she pushed back against my finger, forcing the tip into her ass.
I wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking on it, as I slid my fingers in and out of both of her tight holes.
She reached down and grabbed a hold of my head as she started shaking. She was pressing her hot, wet mound harder against my face, as she wiggled her hips, getting all of my fingers even deeper than before.
Soon, Adrienne was gasping for air as I increased the speed with my hand.
"Oh my god, I'm cumming!" she moaned loudly. "Holy shit! I'm cumming! Oh, baby, yes! I'm cumming!"
I felt her pussy start to clamp down on my fingers, and I could feel her ass pulsing on my pinkie as she exploded. I also felt a gush of juice come from her pussy, soaking my hand to the wrist. Her hips were bouncing everywhere, and her body was shaking.
I slowed down on her, and she soon started to come down from her orgasmic high.
"Oh my god! That was incredible!" she whispered as she got her breath back. "I can't ever remember cumming like that!"
"Well, I'm glad that I could do it for you," I told her as I stood. After placing a kiss on her lips, I stood before her and proceeded to drop my shorts, boxers and all.
"Would you like to show me what you can do?" I asked , as I held my semi-hard cock up. Smiling, Adrienne reached up and wrapped her fingers around my hard shaft. She started stroking my cock, looking longingly at it.
"You have a beautiful cock," Adrienne said. On a down stroke, she held the skin tight as she lowered her mouth over my pole. She slowly took as much of it in as she could, eventually getting all but the last couple of inches.
Adrienne started bobbing her head on my cock, making it even harder. Slowly stroking my shaft, her lips followed her hand, up and down my cock. Every once in a while, she would let it drop from her mouth and lick along the underside, and around the head, and then drop her mouth back down, taking me in deep.
"That feels good," I told her as she took me deep, and sucked me hard. She continued to suck and lick all over my cock while she stroked the length.
After a couple of minutes, I pulled out of her mouth and stood her up. I stepped behind her and sat on the couch, turning her to face me. As she straddled my legs, I placed my hands on her hips and softly pulled her down on top of me.
Adrienne squatted over me, her hot, wet pussy hovering just above my hard cock. She reached down and took a hold of me, and lowered her body a little more.
Adrienne slid my cock up and down the length of her slit, and then wiggled it just at the wet opening to her hot, steamy hole.
Slowly, looking me in the eyes, she lowered her body further, her tight, wet pussy over my hard cock. As our hips met, and I bottomed out, we both moaned. I held Adrienne still, letting her get used to my girth, and then started moving my hips around, grinding against her pelvis.
"Oh, my god!" she breathed into my ear. "Oh my god! I have never felt so full!"
As she got used to my thickness, Adrienne started moving her hips, grinding along with me. After a couple of minutes, I took a hold of her hips, and started raising her on my shaft.
As I lowered her back down, she moaned again. "Oh, yes! That feels soo good!" she sighed as she started to ride my cock. I sat back and watched as she slid up and down on my hard rod, rubbing and grinding against me when I was bottomed out inside of her.
While she rode me, I reached up and squeezed her nipples, pulling gently on them. As she ground her hips against me, I leaned in and took her nipple in my mouth.
"Ohh!" she cried out as I grabbed her ass, pulling her in closer while I sucked on her nipple. "Oh my god, yesss!"
We ground together like that for a couple of minutes, with Adrienne moaning in my ear, until I heard her start panting, and she started bouncing up and down on my cock.
"Oh yes!" she cried out. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum again! Oh, shit yes!"
I reached up and softly pinched her nipples while she bounced on top of me, and that set her off.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she exclaimed as she slammed herself down on me.
I squeezed her asscheeks while she ground her pelvis against me, and she continued panting and moaning.
Just as I slid one finger to her asshole and flicked it over her tight little anus, Adrienne exploded.
"Oh my god! Holy shit!" she exclaimed loudly. "Oh my god, I'm cumming! Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"
I could feel Adrienne's tight pussy pulsing on my cock, and her juices flowing down to my balls while she sat on top of me, trying to catch her breath.
"Oh my god," she finally whispered, giggling.
I flexed my cock, still deep inside her hot, wet hole, and she jumped.
"Oh my!" she said softly. "You're still hard!"
"Yes, I am," I told her flexing again.
"Good," she responded, rising from my lap. Lowering herself to her knees, she took my hard shaft in her hand and started stroking it.
Adrienne stuck her tongue out and licked the underside of my cock. "Mmm," she said softly, still stroking me. "I taste good on your cock. I had forgotten what that tastes like."
She started sucking my cock for a minute, and then stopped. Looking my in the eyes, she stroked my cock, and said, "I used to be pretty good at this, but that was a long time ago, and I've never tried it with anything like this."
Maintaining eye contact, Adrienne started lowering her mouth over my cock, slowly taking as much as she could, as deep as she could.
On her first descent, she took all but about an inch. She continued to take a bit more each time, until she got it as deep as she could.
As deep as she took me, with the suction she was applying and the way she started stroking my balls, I had to sit back and collapse.
"Oh my god!" I moaned as she took me deep. I could feel her tongue moving along the sensitive underside on each stroke. "That is incredible!"
Looking into her dark eyes as she sucked my cock, she smiled and mumbled what I think was, "Good."
After a few minutes, Adrienne stopped and rose. "I'm sorry," she said. "I wanted to keep going, but your cock is so thick it was making my jaw sore!"
"Oh my god!" I breathed. "Do you think I'm going to complain about ANYthing, after that?"
She giggled again, and said, "Well, I'm glad you liked it."
Pulling her to me, I sat up and lowered her back on top of my cock. We both sighed as she made it all the way down, and then I took her legs and wrapped them around my waist.
"Hold on to me," I told her as I got my legs under me.
Adrienne wrapped her arms around my neck, tightened her legs, and then asked, "What are you going to do?"
I stood, Adrienne on my pole, and walked us towards the side wall, where I had a hammock hanging.
"Oh! Oh!" she yelped with every step I took, grinding against me.
When I reached the hammock, I pulled it towards us, and placed Adrienne on it, across it, still impaled on my cock.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, sprawling out. "That's nice!"
Placing her feet over my shoulders, I took a hold of the hammock and started swinging it, causing my cock to slide in and out of her.
"Oh my god, that is SO GOOD!!" she moaned as I fucked her wet hole.
On one swing into me, Adrienne grabbed a hold of my arms and pulled herself in close.
"Oh!" she yelped, as she felt my cock slam in deep.
Stepping back, I pulled my cock out of her hot hole, and turned her over. As she lay on her belly, feet on the ground, I stepped behind her and slid my rod back into her depths.
"Ohhh!" she moaned as I took short strokes, sometimes shallow, just at the opening, and sometimes deep, buried inside of her.
I could tell that her legs were starting to tire, so I reached underneath her and pulled the hammock down further, so that she could lay on it on her belly.
As she reached up and grabbed a hold of the far side, I lifted her legs, tucking them under the hammock, bent, so that I could hold on to her ankles.
She wiggled her hips, and I started to fuck her, faster and harder. Soon, Adrienne was gasping again.
"Oh shit! Yes!" she moaned into the hammock. "Oh my god, that is so nice!"
Pulling her back into me, slamming my cock in deep and hard, she cried out again. I pulled out of her pussy, and started to slide my cock along her slit, from her clit up to her asshole, spreading her juices.
As my cockhead passed over her puckered ass, Adrienne gasped and moaned as she wiggled her ass for me. I slapped my cock against it a couple of time, and then slammed it back into her wet pussy.
"Oh my god!" she yelped. "Oh yeah, fuck me!"
I started sliding my cock in and out of her hot, wet depths, changing speed and depth, as she bucked back against me on every downstroke.
Looking down at her ass while we fucked, I saw the shiny juices spread across her anus. I placed my thumb there, and started sliding it around.
"Oh, yess!" Adrienne hissed as my thumb played with her asshole. Soon, I started applying a little pressure with my thumb, and her ass opened a little.
I started sliding my thumb into her ass, little by little, as she swung on the hammock, my cock sawing in and out of her.
"Oh my god, yes!" Adrienne cried. "That feels SO GOOD!"
As I started sliding my thumb in and out of her ass in rhythm with my cock in her pussy, Adrienne really started going off. Throwing her feet to the ground, she pushed hard against me, burying both my cock and my thumb.
I could feel her pussy start to pulse, and I felt the familiar tingling in my balls, so I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
Before I could say anything, Adrienne started gasping and panting again. "Oh my god! I'm going to cum again!"
"Oh, baby," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum too. You feel so good!"
"Yeah baby," she exclaimed loudly. "Cum for me, baby. Cum with me!"
"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked her, getting short of breath.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, "cum deep inside my pussy. It has been so long since I've felt a man shoot off in me!"
"Oh yeah!" I moaned as I felt myself getting closer.
"Oh, baby, I'm cumming!" she yelled. "Oh my god, I'm cumming! Again!"
"Oh, yeah, baby, me too!" I exclaimed as I blasted what felt lie a huge load into her hot depths. I could feel her pussy pulse on my cock, her ass squeezing my thumb, and her juices flowing over my balls as we stood there for a minute.
We finally collapsed together, on the couch, catching our breath. I heard some movement in the bushes as we sat there, but I wrote it off as just a critter. Finally, before we both fell asleep, Adrienne rose and started getting herself back together.
"I've got to get home," she said softly. "Lizzy should be getting home soon," she told me, referring to her daughter.
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*One Hell of a Trick (Prologue)*
Sparkle gave a giddy chuckle while her hips rolled in a slowjaunt forward and back, her tail weaving behind her to the techno trickling into the room, and her bare feet tapped quietly to the melodious beat of "The Riddle." In short; the wolf was in a good mood.
"Yes, mother, I have a show tomorrow. Yup, it's at the hospital. They called me specifically, since I did such a good job last time. No, I do it for free. No, no no, I've got something entirely new planned out for the poor little gremlins. They won't know what hit 'em! HA! Wait till I get home to show you the tricks I've picked out, it'll blow you away!" She barked happily into the shiny black device buried into the crook of her neck.
"No no no, no REAL magic. Stage craft! No, I don't use REAL magic on the stage. I'm proud of my skill! Just because I'm a witch doesn't mean that...look...mom...I'm not getting into this with you now. I've got a lot to do tonight before tomorrow and-...Yeah...ok...hey shaddap already. O, ok. OK. OK I'M SORRY. Yeesh...I know...I know mom...Look. The bottom line is, I'm proud of what you taught me, ok? Alright...ok...I love you too...alright...drag it out why don'tcha...Bye."
The voice on the other end of the line died with a subtle click and Sparkle collapsed face first into the bed that sat quietly in the corner of her room. She had a show at the children's hospital tomorrow. A magic act that she hoped would put a smile on all of their sick little faces and brighten their spirits for at least another day. She planned to make sure it was a show they wouldn't forget, and regardless what she'd told her mother over the phone, she did plan to slip in a little of her own unique craft.
Spark had been studying magic for as long as she could remember and stage craft longer then that. Magic was in her blood and it would be a shame NOT to liven up her performance with a little bit of extra 'oopmh.' Besides her, who would realize that a few of the tricks she was showing off was actually REAL magic. The kind that mother's warned about and churches burned people for. Being a magician was the perfect cover for being a real witch and Spark flashed a wicked grin as she sat up on the bed and stretched her limbs to their full reach. Tomorrow was going to be a glorious day.
The wolf licked her pretty, pouty lips and shifted her rump from the bed, reaching over towards her hat rack where she tugged her favorite top hat down and turned it over. She needed something sensational for the finale. Something to end the show that would really knock the kids for a loop! Something incredible that no other magician could EVER hope to reproduce and the kids would remember forever until their dying days! In short; she needed something magical.
Spark dipped a slender set of fingers into the dark depths of her top hat and smiled quietly. Her mother always worried about her use of spell craft, but the woman was brought up on myth and legend. Spark had studied books and trained herself to be a rather advanced witch in the arts of magic. Hell, her room was steeped in the stuff, and she could cast at a whim without a second thought. Magic was in her nature, in her blood, and in her life, and there was nothing that would change that.
Still she paused sheepishly, letting her gaze play into the darkness of the upturned hat in her lap. Her magic was steeped in the nature of shadow. Darkness was her element, which meant that all the spells she weaved had some property of shadow to them-however small it may be. Shadow craft was akin to necromancy, demon summoning, and warlocks- all dark arts, things that were shunned in the use of magic for a reason. She bit her lower lip quietly, casting the thoughts of apprehension from her mind with a shudder. She was positive of her skill, and quite sure of her abilities. No easy task, to be sure, but it was something she could, and would do.
Summoning anything using shadow magic was always something shy of safe, but for the few seconds she needed to do so on stage, it wouldn't be a problem. She dipped her fingers deeper into her hat, contemplating what she'd come up with- something to really startled the kids in the audience, and gasped sharply when a firm set of digits wrapped around her own. She lifted her paw from the hat and let out a blood curdling scream when she saw what had attached itself to her paw.
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The music stopped...the room grew cold, and Sparkle's eyes widened to the size of saucers. To her horror, the abomination grasping at her fingers spoke.
"Nice room toots...care to have a look at mine?" It asked. Before Spark could hope to answer, the entity she had pulled from her hat gave a strong yank, and tore the wolf from her feet and into the black, swirling darkness of the void in which she'd summoned. The hat toppled to the ground, rolling quietly on its side, before coming to a slow, wobbling halt. That's where it remained until the police found it a few day's later; after the wolf failed to appear at the hospital, failed to return any calls, and failed to come home at all. | (Prolouge) One Hell of a Trick by Sparkle | [
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*WARNING:
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!
This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.*
*This is the third chapter of a story that follows "Pretty As A Picture."
For those of you anxious to experience Mr. Marcus's further adventures with the Cocksworth twins, wait no longer.
How had the twins been sexually active before meeting Mr. Marcus? Who is K-Man? What is the truth about the Big Dick they chat about? Can Mr. Marcus ever trust what the twins? The story thrusts forward!*
*Best Laid Neighbors of Mice and Marcus*
I sat in the living room, reading the Sunday paper on Monday afternoon, when there was a knock at the front door. What's with that? We have a perfectly functional bell. I stretched off the couch, approached the front door and glanced through the small glass window. It was Joy Cocksworth, our new neighbor and mother of twins, one of which I'd already sexually sampled. Perhaps she was inviting me over to fuck the other one? Fat chance!
"Oh, I'm so glad you're home, Mr. Uh -"
Would this broad ever remember my name? "Marcus. Call me Harvey."
"Harvey. Yes, or course. I didn't know who to turn to. I just got an emergency call from my sister. I might be back in time to give Randi her medicine, but who knows? Right now, she's at school taking a test. I know she won't do it herself. Brandi is home but she won't make her sister take it. They're constantly in cahoots against us. It's so frustrating. Just in case I'm not back, could you please wait at my house and administer Randi's medicine?"
I wanted some answers, and talking to the twins was the only way. Perhaps Brandi shared her mother's trait of longwindedness. I'll admit it. I wanted to fuck Randi and leave her with a sticky souvenir of our coupling, after the way she treated me. "Sure. Does Brandi know I'm coming over? I wouldn't want to scare her by walking in."
"That won't be a problem. Brandi suggested you'd get Randi to cooperate." She reached down, grasped my hand and pulled it towards her. That pulled me over my threshold, and I stumbled into her, my hand trapped against her breasts.
Joy turned red as we separated. "Well, I'll see you later. Thanks ever so." There was a definite wiggle in her ass. I hadn't noticed how round it was. She retreated across the street to her car, got in, and pulled away.
I walked across the street, took a deep breath and rang the bell. So, Brandi recommended me? What were they pulling? One of the twins came to the door, in t-shirt and jeans. "Brandi?"
"Uh-huh. Oh, I get it." She's jerked her t-shirt off even before their front door was shut. There was a telltale dot.
"So you're Randi."
"Nope. Don't tell Mama, but I keep retouching it. Keeps her off guard, you know?"
Joy was right. These two were tricky to the point of being dangerous. "Does she make you drop your pants?"
"She doesn't even know about Randi's other mark. That's our secret."
"I'm honored you shared it with me, but I'm not your mother."
She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her jeans. "You want to check down here?"
I crossed my arms and nodded. Give these girls an inch, and they'll take eight. Or a foot, from Big Dick.
Brandi shimmied out of her pants. She wore a thong, which clung to her pussy before sliding down her long legs."
I knelt down as she spread her thighs. No dot. This was Brandi after all.
"Come on up." She took the stairs two at a time. I walked, holding the handrail. Ah, the advantages of a young body.
Brandi sat naked on her twin bed, Indian style, surrounded by stuffed animals in various shapes, sizes and colors. I took the swivel chair at her desk. The girls must have separate rooms, otherwise they shared a twin bed in this one. Unlikely. Girls, even twins, demand their privacy.
Brandi rocked back and forth, hands on her knees. "Can I tell you something?"
A nude young lady sat just feet away, me with a growing erection, and she wanted to talk? Although this wasn't the twin I was targeting, she looked the same. Maybe she would fuck the same. No, I wouldn't feel the same.
"I've thought about this a lot." She put her hands flat on the covers and leaned forward. "Randi says she and I should fuck Dad, so I'm going to."
This was unexpected, given Brandi's previous reluctance. Randi would jump on any penis offered. From what I could tell, Brandi wasn't emotionally ready to fuck her father, or anyone else, for that matter. Even me. "What if she asked you to jump off a bridge?
"If she was going to do it too, sure. We love each other. Hell, she took my cherry with a frozen zucchini."
I shivered at the thought of something that cold penetrating me.
Brandi continued, "So, it's my turn. I want you to get me ready for my dad's big thing."
I hated when either of them called it that. Made me feel positively dinky. I decided to play along, even though I'd doubted she's actually go through with it. "Before we do anything, I want some answers."
"Shoot. She uncrossed her legs and let them droop over the edge. Leaning back on her elbows with her thighs spread, the lips of her cunt split apart. The gap was shiny, and probably moist.
"Tell me about K-Man and Randi's obsession with your father's penis."
"Okay. Ever hear of American Girls?" she asked.
"Those dolls in various costumes, right?" I'd walked past the store downtown, and witnessed the crowds standing outside.
"That's the famous one. There was this club in our old neighborhood called the American Girls club. To be a member, your dad had to take your cherry just after your 18th birthday."
I probably qualified five times over, substituting for the girl's dad in each case. "And this was public knowledge?"
"I don't know if the dads talked about it. All the girls knew. They'd dress up like one of the dolls and seduce their fathers."
Annie was original, then, in choosing Betty Boop. Betty was a different kind of American girl, come to think of it.
"So, I take it you two didn't become members."
"See, that's the problem. Randi caught of glimpse of Dad's penis one night after he came out of the shower. She peeked through a gap in the bathroom door. Anyway, she told me that our dad is awesome. I mean, he makes yours look little."
I concentrated on sending more blood to my crotch. "So what did you do?"
"We got our neighbor, Mr. Klapper, alone one afternoon. Made up some story about taking our pictures for a modeling magazine. Except, there was no magazine. We stripped slowly, a piece of clothes at a time, until we were both starkers on his bed. We helped Mr. K get undressed. His dick was like a stump, short but thick. He fucked Randi, as good as he could. When it was my turn, I couldn't. We got dressed and left. Randi told our friends we did it with Dad."
"You lied to get into the club?"
"Yes, and I feel awful." Brandi returned to a cross-legged position. "I'd never lied or cheated. Ever! I kept telling Randi we had to make things right. So, when we moved here, Randi decided we'd seduce Dad as soon as we could."
"So at least he'd be taking your cherry, like he was supposed to?" What a wacky way to make amends! "But Randi has already been broken in. By K-Man."
"Yeah, barely. You were the one, really. K-Man never got her off, not with his stubby, but you took her over the top!"
So, technically, I wasn't the first, but just barely. "Randi said I was the warm-up?"
"We're both a little scared about doing it with Dad, given his size and everything. I mean, no one wants sex to hurt, right?"
I nodded.
Brandi returned to the edge of the bed and took my hand in hers. "Randi decided that you sitting us was an opportunity. We figured you were probably bigger than K-Man and smaller than Dad. Law of averages. So, fucking you would be good practice."
They were right, although I've never thought of my dick as a training device. "So you two took advantage, confused me about who was who, and jumped me."
"Right. Randi volunteered to do you first. Then you were supposed to do me. But when I saw how big you were, I chickened out."
Things made better sense, but more than Brandi's pussy smelled fishy. "So, you're here now, and there is no American Girls club in our neighborhood." Just a Marcus Girls club, I suppose. "What's the problem? You can choose whoever you want to be your first lover, whenever you're ready."
"It's not that easy. We lied and cheated, and our folks raised us better than that. We took credit and joined the club, so now we want Dad to fuck us, both of us. We have to make it right, don't you see? Except, we're scared of that monster dick of his." She stood up, moved closer, and put my hands on her waist. "If I work my way up, maybe I won't be scared any more."
"So now you want me to fuck you?" My erection throbbed in my pants.
"Uh huh." She put her hands on my shoulders. Her tits were eye level, and her nipples were at attention.
Brandi, the more timid of the pair, wanted me as her first lover. How sweet! I didn't believe I was saying this. "And if I won't?"
"Then we'll tell Dad what you did while you sat us. How you fucked Randi and ate me out, and everything. And, he'll believe us. We never lie to him."
Blackmail. Two against one. I hate witnesses.
Brandi laid back and spread her legs. "Eat me, like you did the last time."
Something twisted in my mind thought this made sense and brought balance to the situation. Fuck one, fuck them both. Seemed reasonable from an abstract point of view. I leaned forward and put my face between her thighs. My tongue danced up and down her slit, darting in and out. Brandi wiggled on the bed, moaning. My penis was hard in my pants, ready whenever she was. I had to remember that this was Brandi, not Randi the tease. Brandi deserved gentle penetration, and no sticky gift.
I glanced at my watch. "By the way, what time does Randi need to take her medicine."
"As soon as she gets back from her test. Take your clothes off, Mr. M."
"Why don't you do the honors?" I figured if she was reluctant to pull down my zipper, she hadn't really come to terms with the situation.
In a flash, she'd taken down my pants and underwear, leaving my prick bouncing back and forth in front of her. So much for reluctance.
She laid back, pushing stuffed animals to the side. "Am I ready?"
"Let me check." I fingered her pussy. She was damp and relaxed. She was taking this awfully well, after how upset she was at the suggestion last time. I positioned myself between her legs and wiggled my dick into her pussy. There was no blockage. In fact, it went in quite easily. Her cunt felt familiar. Hell, they were identical sisters, why shouldn't it? But Brandi never fucked K-Man, only vegetables. Unless she was lying to me. "Must have been one hell of zucchini." I rocked forward and back, deeper each time.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Mmmmm." Brandi was moist with sweat. "Randi's fingers a few times, too. God, you fuck good, Mr. M."
Randi always called me Mr. M. I started pumping in earnest, lifting Brandi's legs up over my back.
"Oh God, I was wrong. You're big, big enough to fill my pussy. Fuck me good with your big dick."
Brandi's words 'fuck me good' echoed from my first encounter with her sister. I rose up on stiff arms and looked down at the joined junction of our bodies. On one pussy lip was a birthmark. Body make-up! "You're Randi!"
"You're so smart! Ooh, and so hard. Just don't stop. Please."
She didn't have to beg. With me on top, Randi had less control than the first time. I pummeled her pussy, driving deep, then pulling back and giving her the full length, over and over. "This will get you ready for your dad's big dick."
"Oh yes, big dick. You have a big dick! Fuck me with your big dick."
I did as she asked, over and over. She grunted and stiffened, relaxed, then grunted and shook. She was having an orgasm, or faking it real good, and I was almost ready myself. I changed my tempo to alternating short and long strokes. It was time for my big finish.
Joy's voice startled me. "What's going on here?" She was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed on her chest.
Shit! My worst nightmare is to be caught by a parent. The last time was Juliet McCarthy. I got to fuck her and her daughter Breann, but that was a set-up. This was, well, bad timing. I rolled over and laid back, my erect prick on display.
Joy's hands were in prayer position in front of her face. "Oh God! You were doing it, weren't you? You were making love to my daughter!"
The thought of love never crossed my mind, but I was in no position to argue. Since there was nothing for me to say, I dummied up. Now what? She calls the cops? Worse yet, husband Harry takes me out back and puts a bullet through my brain? My sweat stunk.
Randi grabbed a stuffed Pooh from behind and covered her crotch.
Joy advanced. She didn't seem to be carrying a weapon. "Just look at that prick. It's beautiful. So smooth and small."
Here we go again with the insults. Hold on! Where's the anger? The screaming? The pummeling with some handy object?
A smile spread across Joy's face. "Thank God you introduced Brandi to the pleasures of lovemaking."
First of all, this was Randi, not Brandi. Seems even a parent can't tell twins apart all the time. Second, she was delighted at finding us in bed together. What could I possibly say? "Uh, sure, you're welcome."
Joy stood at the bed, looking down on us. "Were you two done?"
How could I answer that question? 'She got off but I haven't. Let me climb back on so I can cum in your daughter's pussy'? I looked at Randi, who had crossed her arms to try and conceal her breasts. Winnie had the best seat in the house, jammed between Randi's thighs.
Joy never took her eyes off my erection. "Because, if you're done, Brandi, I'd like to -"
"Mama!" shrieked Randi, still pretending to be Brandi.
"Hush! I'm just going to take a closer look." Despite her statement, Joy's hand squeezed my erection near the base, then at the tip, then back at the middle. "Ooh, so hard and so strong. Did he make you feel good, sweetie?"
"Awesome." Randi scooted to the other side of the bed, making room for her mom.
Joy sat down and pushed me onto my back. My erection waved from side to side until she took it in hand, leaning over me. "So beautiful." She moved her head closer, but she was bent in what must have been an uncomfortable position.
"Climb up. It'll be easier," I suggested.
She let me guide her, turning her so we were in the classis 69 position. Except, she had her clothes on. While she examined my erection at close range, running her fingetips gently up and down its length, I unzipped her slacks at the side and pulled them over her hips.
"What are you doing?" Joy asked.
Randi, pretending to be Brandi, moved to a beanbag chair. Her legs were spread, an unsatisfied Pooh lying on the floor. "That's only fair, Mama. Mr. M. is naked but you're still dressed."
Same rationale Randi used the first time I gave her the medicine. With an excuse readily available, I slid her slacks and plain panties over her hips. No thong, no lace, just man-made fabric. I rubbed her ass globes, round and full, smooth and warm. No reason to rush and scare her off.
"Mmm." Joy was a hummer, either intentionally or by accident.
My dick pulsed at the momentary touches of her vibrating lips. I moved my hands in large circles, so that the tips of my thumbs grazed the inside of her thighs all the way up.
"I haven't felt this way in a long time." Joy nibbled at the head of my cock, then slid her lips over the head. The light touch was one of the most erotic things I'd ever felt. Joy came up for air. "I can do this." She slid her tongue back and forth on the underside, just below the head. My boner throbbed with anticipation. Joy eased her head further, to take a couple more inches.
To give as good as I was getting, I leaned up from the pile of plush creatures and licked Joy's outer lips. She hadn't shaved recently. The stubble grated against my tongue, but Joy's juices were pungent and abundant. Liquid dripped from her pussy onto my shirt.
As she sucked me and I slurped her, two things happened. I got very close to cumming, and I thought of Randi's medicine. Randi was sitting there, watching us go at each other, but Joy thought she was Brandi.
Did I ever mention how much I hate witnesses?
I looked up at the Snow White and Seven Dwarfs clock on the wall. Snow White's big hand was on the twelve. Joy's petite hand caressed my balls, her thumb sliding up the underside of my prick. "What about the medicine?"
Joy let my penis slip from her mouth. "Medicine? Oh yes, when Randi gets home." She threw her face back on my erection, taking it ever deeper in her throat. There was no way she could have ever done this with old Harry "Big Dick" Cocksworth. Maybe that was the attraction - a manageable size.
"Mmm, hmmm." Her vocalizing was all I needed. Joy was about to get a juicy surprise. There were footsteps up the stairs, but it was too late. Brandi or Harry, it didn't matter. I spurted once, twice, trying not to jam my dick completely down her throat.
Brandi came through the door. "Mama! What are you doing?" Randi jumped up and grabbed her sister's arm.
"You're not a stupid young lady. Figure it out." With no grace or style, Joy swung her leg over my head, rolled once, and fell on the floor.
"It's time for your medicine, Randi." I winked at both twins.
"Yes, that's right, your medicine," repeated Joy. She stood up and shimmied into her panties and pants. A dribble of cum hung from her lip.
"In a sec," one of them said. They both ran from the room. There were giggles and shuffling coming from across the hall.
"Well, that was quite, what's the word for it, quite stimulating." Joy slurred her words, as if she was drunk.
The twins returned. One was completely naked. I figured it was Brandi, the one who'd taken the test for her sister. Her body was identical to the one I'd enjoyed, but her posture was closed, one hand held in front of her crotch. The other had hastily donned school clothes. That was Randi, the one I'd fucked twice. But, who's counting?
Joy administered Randi's medicine, without complaint. "Sit down, ladies. I have something to say."
Brandi chose the beanbag chair and snatched up Pooh to cover her privates. Randi sat on the bed, too close me. She reached for my naked thigh, but I slapped her hand away.
"As soon as I can arrange it, I want you," Joy indicated Randi, "and Mr., uh, Harvey to make love. Your older sister has already had the pleasure."
Of course, Joy had it completely backwards. I'd already fucked Randi, the cunning little cunt, not once but twice. Brandi had been hostile, uncooperative at best.
"Yes, Mama!" Randi's hand went for my penis directly.
"Not now! Give him time to recuperate. I want him to be nice and hard when you have your first lovemaking. Now, both of you, scoot. I have some business with Harvey."
"Monkey business?" asked Randi as she stood up.
"No, just talking. And, as if I have to say it, this afternoon is our little secret. Right, ladies?"
The girls nodded, then ran down the hall, buzzing to each other.
"Can we trust them?" I made it inclusive, since we both had something to lose if this got out.
"We'll have to." Joy sat on the edge of the bed, next to me. "I'm sorry I got carried away. I hope you don't mind, but it's been a long time since I've been intimate with anyone."
"It's not a problem," I said. "But, I have to admit, your reaction to finding me in your daughter's bed was quite a surprise. And, telling Randi to fuck -"
"Make love," Joy corrected.
"Right, with me, well, that was a complete shock." I sat silent, waiting for an explanation.
Joy put her palms together and raised her hands to her lips. Her voice was low, filled with terror. "I'm afraid Harry is planning to deflower the ladies with that monster prick of his." She sniffled and rubbed one finger against the pussy juice stain on my shirt. "That damn thing screwed me up good."
Interesting use of the term. "I'm so sorry." If his cock was as big as the twins claimed, it might be difficult for a woman to deal with. As it was, before the Cocksworths, I thought I was too much for some ladies, old or young.
She hung her head. "I haven't made love to him, or anyone else, since he got me pregnant with the ladies."
Joy hadn't done it in over eighteen years? No wonder she was horny! "How sad." Hell, I can't go forty-eight hours, it seems, without fucking some young woman. Maybe one day, Joy would let me 'make love' with her, so she could experience a more reasonably sized organ.
"You'd best be going. I'll let you know when you and Randi can get together for some quality time." She gave my wilted penis a pat. It bobbled and engorged, just enough to be noticeable. "My, my!"
I was torn about telling Joy about the girls' trick. There was no way to explain she'd caught me with Randi without exposing the twins' subterfuge. I decided to keep their little secret, for leverage. Besides, it was clear Brandi had no interest in making love, or fucking, whatever you call it. At least with Randi, I'd have an enthusiastic partner. I stood and pulled up my clothing. My dick was semi-erect, but I stuffed it into my pants anyway. No reason to push my luck with Joy only to get caught by Harry.
I let myself out. The girls shouted "Bye, Mr. M." from their window as I strolled away from their front door. I waved back with a broad smile.
As I crossed the street, I wondered about the American Girls club where they used to live. Maybe there were lecherous old men like me in every neighborhood. I shuttered at the prospect of competition, especially guys with bigger dicks!
(To be continued)
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Text: "There you go, Susie," the Doctor said. "Those new implants have a computer chip inside that will prevent an overinfluction of saline and oxygen, thus helping you retain perfect health."
"Thank you, Doctor," Susie said, cupping her new E-sized breasts in her hands. She hugged the Doctor, giving him a faceful of her eye-popping cleavage.
"No, thank you," said the Doctor. "We've been wanting to test these computerized implants for a long time. You're the only person who wanted to try them."
"Only me?" Susie asked.
"Yes. Everyone else felt that they didn't want a computer chip inside their bodies," the Doctor explained.
"Their loss," Susie grinned, squeezing her tits. Still grinning like a bimbo, she skipped out of the Doctor's office, her boobs bouncing from side to side.
Once she was gone, the Doctor said to himself, "Of course, what she doesn't know, and probably never will, is that I've completely remodeled her entire body. The circuits I implanted in her body will ensure that she keeps those particular proportions: her large breasts, impossibly thin waist, and big, curvy ass will provide me with a blueprint for how my future patients will look." He then went to his lab to study the transmissions already being sent from the circuits implanted in Susie's hooters, abdomen, and buttocks.
As time went on, Susie discovered the other "improvements" the Doctor had made and began wearing skimpier, tighter clothes that drove men to their knees when they saw her. In the summer, she was rarely seen wearing a top that went below her ribcage. She flaunted every curve, every millimeter of her lean, sexy body, and she was damn proud of it. Even in the winter, she wore skintight snowsuits which accentuated her perfect body.
In December 1999, 6 years after the implants had been installed, Susie decided to throw a millennium party and invited only guys. Her female friends understood perfectly.
"Hell, if we had bodies like that, we'd only invite guys to our parties, too," they said. New Year's Eve was a remarkably warm night, so Susie wore one of her "baggy shirts", which didn't even completely cover her wondrous orbs, and a miniskirt. At 8 PM, her guests began to arrive.
The first was Frank, one of Susie's neighbors and her closest friend. After Susie's operation, Frank had been spending more and more time at her house. No one knew exactly what they did during those long visits, but everyone shared the same theory: Frank and Susie would have sex every time Frank visited. Now, as Frank stepped through Susie's threshold, he gazed and drooled at the sight of Susie's curves squeezed into her way-too-small outfit.
"Susie, you look even hotter than you did yesterday," he eventually managed to say.
"Speaking of hot," Susie said in her sexiest voice, "if I weren't having this party, we could really turn up the heat." She pressed her curvy body against Frank's chest, then quickly backed away as the next guest approached.
Across town, the Doctor sat in his laboratory, sound asleep. He had no life whatsoever, so he spent all his time monitoring the microchips implanted in Susie's body, making sure nothing went wrong. Suddenly, he was rudely awakened by his computer's blaring alarm. Punching in a few commands, he saw why the alarm had gone off.
"Oh no!" he cried. "The circuits -- they aren't Y2K compliant! When they go haywire in 5 minutes, there's no telling what damage the saline/oxygen overinfluction will cause!" He grabbed his coat and rushed off, hoping to deactivate the chips in time. (Yeah, like that's gonna happen in a BE story!)
"5...4...3...2..." Susie and her guests counted down the seconds to midnight. They were all excited, mainly because Susie had promised to rip off her shirt at the stroke of midnight.
"...1! Happy New Year!" they shouted. Grabbing the collar of her shirt, Susie ripped off the garment, exposing the red and blue bra underneath. Then she tore that apart, her naked tits showing in all their glory. The smile she wore flickered for a second as a small electric surge jolted through her torso. But she quickly dismissed it and spent the night having her breasts rubbed by the guys.
The next morning, Susie awoke and found herself looking at two-foot wall of blanket sticking up where her chest was. Throwing off her covers, she saw that her breasts were protruding two feet away from her chest and were as erect as a pair of action figures.
"Oh my God! I'm huge!" Racing to her full-length mirror, Susie's jaw dropped open at the grossly exaggerated curves her body now sported. Below her breasts was an impossibly small waist, followed by a remarkable combination of hips and buttocks that flared out about a foot on each side. Susie winced as another shock raced through her body. The shock was followed by a slight tingling, and as Susie looked on, her tits swelled to comical sizes, and her ass inflated like a double balloon. The amazing breasts grew until they were pressed tight against the full-length mirror. Stepping back several feet, Susie looked at her incredible body. The enormous boobs she now held with both hands were inexpressibly gigantic, as was her bottom, which looked like someone had placed an overinflated beach ball between her legs and waist, now inexplicably small, small and thin as a pencil, almost. Yet, Susie was not horrified by her freakishly proportioned body. Instead, she was jumping for joy, her mams bouncing in every direction. Her revelry was cut short by the doorbell. That must be Frank, Susie thought excitedly. Wait'll he gets a load of the new and improved me! But it wasn't Frank; it was the Doctor.
"Susie...the chips...not compliant..." he said breathlessly. As he stopped to catch his breath, he noticed Susie's overabundant hourglass figure.
"I see you've already discovered that," he murmured, hypnotized by Susie's jiggling bosom.
"Yeah, I'm enthralled and everything, but why are my boobs and ass growing, while my waist is shrinking out of existence?"
"Well, Susie," the Doctor began, "the computer chips I implanted in your body are not Y2K compliant. At midnight last night, the chips went haywire, so to speak, and caused an overinfluction of saline and oxygen, with the oxygen outweighing the saline 72.8 to 27.2, thus causing your curves to increase enormously every time you experience a small electric shock going through your body..." He continued droning on for hours, as scientists tend to do. During his boring lecture, Susie went through three more "growth spurts." By the time he had concluded his talking, Susie had a bust beyond all possible definition, an ass bigger than a dumptruck, and a waist less than 4 inches around, thus pinning her to the floor with the weight of her mighty curves.
"Well, I see you're having a hard time getting up, so I'll deactivate the chip in your waist before it gets so small you snap in two." He pulled out a device from thin air and pressed a button. Susie felt a slight jolt in her midsection which faded quickly.
"Bye," the Doctor said, making his exit. Susie lay struggling on the floor for 10 minutes until Frank arrived. Upon sighting the enormous pile of flesh that was Susie, he stood completely rigid, and I mean completely!
"Well, don't just stand there, man!" Susie shouted. "Get me into bed, and let the fun commence!" A broad grin split her face as the most powerful shock yet rocked her bulging body. A rumbling filled the air as the roof of Susie's house lifted slightly off it supports. Those who looked closely noticed the roof seemed to be held in mid-air by what appeared to be an enormous butt.
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One Night in Bangkok
By Danath www.danath.com
Ray and Phailin are copyright RayOElGatubelo ((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rayoelgatubelo/((http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rayoelgatubelo/))
Ray blinked at the bright light of the Thailand sun as he stepped out of the tall, modern office building and onto the swarming sidewalk. People rushed by in both directions, many on bikes, and the honking and screeching from the packed roadways filled his ears. The Hispanic male took a firm grip on his satchel bag, mindful of how easy it was to lose a bag on the crowded streets of Bangkok.
He turned left and headed for his hotel. Ray had an average build, but fit, with black hair and black eyes. His olive complexion took on a sheen of sweat in the late afternoon heat. By the time he reached his room, his button-up shirt was soaked with sweat. He tossed his black suit coat onto the bed and stripped down before taking a refreshingly cold shower.
The translating job brought him to Bangkok for the weekend, but the company he was contracted to arranged a fine hotel with all the amenities. He considered taking a swim in the hotel pool later as he toweled his hair dry. His small four-inch cock, however, gave a little throb and he sighed. He hadn't been laid in weeks, which was a problem for therianthropes like him. Their unusually active sex drives called for attention on a regular basis.
Ray was a bit of a ladies' man, though, and thanks to his globe-trotting job as a translator of nearly a dozen major languages and three minor ones, he had regular hookups nearly everywhere on the globe in the therianthrope community. Thailand was new to him, however, as he'd never spent more than a day in the country previously.
He flopped, still naked and damp, onto the large queen-sized bed in his hotel room and pulled his laptop from his messenger satchel. His cock hardened up as he browsed to the secret forums his kind used. Were-people from the world over were united by the internet more than ever, a blessing for males like him in need of a good night out.
The Thailand forum was, predictably, filled with a lot of information about the country and the spots the therianthropes liked to hang out. He smiled when he realized his hotel was listed as a good cruising spot to meet others like himself, though he was always a bit paranoid about being discovered.
Ray toyed with the platinum chain around his neck, the only visual evidence of his curse. He had to wear it at all times to prevent himself from randomly changing into a werepanther, though he could, with the chain on, do so at will.
As he relaxed on his bed on his belly, he clicked a few more discussion threads, reading the responses about the city's hotspots. Horny as he was, as tired after a long day of translating boring business meetings, the Hispanic male didn't notice as a long, black tail slowly grew out of his tailbone and weaved in the air above him. The length was covered in fine black fur, except for the white tip. It wasn't until his tail stroked across his leg that he realized he'd been partially transforming himself.
Scolding words followed as he focused. The tail disappeared in a few moments and he let out a sigh. It wouldn't do to have a cleaning lady walk in on him with a tail. Long days of translating took their toll on his focus.
He returned his attention to the forums and looked for some place nearby where he could find someone to spend the night with. One club in particular caught his attention. Billed as clean, small, and friendly to foreigners, Ray copied the address down into his phone and loaded it up on the map. It was only a few miles away, just outside of the red light district.
Ray smiled and got dressed, pulling on a pair of light green boxers, some blue jeans, and a loose button-shirt. He considered tucking the blue shirt in, but decided to go more casual, and left it hanging out. He undid the top three buttons as well, showing off his platinum chain and smooth, semi-muscular chest.
A small three-wheeled taxi took him to his destination for a few dollars from the per diem the company left for him. The club, named "Creatures of the Night," appropriately enough, had a large red neon sign above a black door. It was set in the middle of a poorly-traveled alleyway. Ray nodded at a few people leaning against the walls near the doors, recognizing in them the tell-tale signs of lycanthropes and other were-creatures.
The inside of the club wasn't as clean as promised, but the smell was good. The front of the bar was very tiny, with no more than a half-dozen seats at the bar and four small tables arranged around it. The bartender regarded him with a hostile glance until, when Ray sat down at the bar, his platinum chain glinted under his shirt. Recognition dawned, and, speaking in Thai, the Asian bartender pointed him towards a red door in the back.
"I'll buzz you through," he said, motioning him away from the bar. "This bar is not open."
Ray nodded and smiled. Many therianthropic establishments had a secret location somewhere on the premises. He walked to the door and, after a moment, heard the lock click with a faint buzz. He stepped through and into the adjoining facility.
It was much cleaner and much grander. Plush red velvet lined the walls and a silver chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a pale glow over the long runway extending into the middle of the room. Black leather booths lined the walls and tables sat in the open near the stage. Dance music played on the speakers.
A mix of humans and weres sat around drinking and conversing. Many were Thai, though Ray spotted a couple foreigners like himself among the crowd. The bar, on the far side of the room, was well lit, and Ray took a seat on one end.
The bartender was an attractive canine were. She wore a tight miniskirt and high heels that hugged her ample chest. Shiny black fur spilled out over the hemlines as she smiled at Ray and set a coaster down in front of him.
"English?" she asked.
He shrugged and responded in perfect Thai. "Thai is fine. I'm a translator," he said, smiling.
"Ah, very good!" the canine said, showing off some long rows of white teeth. Her up-curved tail wagged from under the back of her dress, which hugged her rump quite well. Ray tried not to stare, but already he could feel his erection returning.
"Just a beer, please," Ray said, handing her a note.
"Coming up!"
She turned and, to Ray's eyes, put a little swing into her steps, causing her booty to sway seductively. Ray decided he'd definitely tip her well.
A skinny, lanky equine sat a few seats down from Ray at the bar next to a blonde human woman. They kissed and nibbled each other occasionally. Ray looked away, not wanting to stare as he realized the woman's hand was moving in her partner's lap.
He was given a distraction by the stage lights, which turned down low. The music changed to something slower and Ray turned on his stool to watch the show. Behind him, the bartender set down his beer.
"You like the girls, huh?" she said to him.
Ray turned and grinned. "What can I say?" He lifted the beer and drank a good half of it, smacking his lips as the carbonation burned his throat. "That tastes great, thank you!"
"You're welcome! You need another... or perhaps something else... you let me know, okay?"
The canine winked at him and Ray smiled. Well, his worries about finding a partner for the night were over, at least, unless she was just working him for tips. Which was, he thought, probably more likely. Still...
On stage, a Thai girl in a skimpy bikini walked onto stage, twisting and contorting her hips. Ray shifted on his stool when he saw fur sprout along her arms and legs. The white fuzz grew in thickly as she danced, rubbed herself, bent over and shook her hips and the wispy white tail that formed above her plump bottom. A few members of the audience whooped as the human transformed into a rabbit during her striptease. Ray shivered, cock hard at the sight. He loved watching women transform. Many therianthropes didn't care one way or another, but to Ray, it was incredibly seductive.
He found himself staring, mouth hanging open, as the woman's human features morphed. Her button nose was replaced by a pair of quivering pink nostrils and her front teeth enlarged. She sucked on her fingers as her ears shifted to the top of her head, growing long and straight.
He didn't even notice when she lost her top and cupped her breasts; he was focusing on her changing legs, which twisted and cracked with the ease of a familiar transformation. The already long, lean limbs lengthened, thickening especially around her thighs with additional muscle under all that fluffy white fur. Ray licked his lips and turned back to the bar, shivering as his small cock throbbed in his jeans. He drank the rest of his beer in a single gulp and motioned for the bartender to bring him another.
Instead of the attractive canine, a Thai woman appeared and dropped a fresh beer for him. He handed her another note.
"Keep the change," he said.
"You here on business?" she asked, pocketing the bill.
"Yeah... just for the weekend."
The woman leaned over. Her full, red lips spread open a bit as she stared at Ray, the ghost of a smile on her lips. She had a large butterfly tattoo around her right eye, like a perpetual shadow. Combined with her spring-green eyeliner, it amplified her exotic physique.
"Mai said you looked pretty lonely," she whispered. She was standing on her toes, bent over the bar, arms crossed underneath her, showing off her breasts, which were wrapped up in a white tube top. Her brown skin glistened. "She told me maybe I ought to come over and see how lonely you were."
Ray grinned and took a sip of beer. He was liking Thailand.
"Matter of fact... I am a little lonely," he said. He tried not to squirm too much as his aching cock throbbed in his pants. "Think you might be able to help me with that?"
"I think we can come up with some kind of arrangement," the barmaid said, standing up straight. She lifted her hands to her head and pulled a bobby pin out, allowing her long dark hair to cascade around her narrow face. She smiled at Ray after shaking her hair into place.
"Meet me outside in ten minutes," she said. "Enjoy your beer."
Ray grinned and took his time with his drink, turning back to the stage when the mysterious woman disappeared into the back of the bar. The rabbit was on her back, paws on her belly, slowly humping the air. Even in his human form, Ray could smell the heat coming from her loins and shivered with arousal. Thailand was not a good place to be lonely. Fortunately, it looked like his problem was about to be solved.
He was outside in the alley twelve minutes later. The woman waiting for him, so he offered her his arm and she took it, leaning into him as they walked.
"I'm Phailin," she said, stroking her fingers down his arm. "What's yours?"
"Moribeseth. But you can call me Ray."
Phailin paused, right eyebrow rising as she considered his were-name. Then she smiled and slipped her hand over his belly. "Well, Ray, I hope I can make you feel less lonely. Bangkok is the city of love, after all," she said, smiling up at him. "It's $300 for the night."
Ray nodded. "Done." At this point, he'd have paid twice that for this beautiful creature. His arm slipped around her hips, holding the smooth skin of her bare side in his palm.
Therianthropes had a thriving sex industry in most major cities. They couldn't have sex with regular humans without changing them into therianthropes as well. If discovered, the consequences were severe, often decades of imprisonment and confinement. An active trade not only helped therianthropes find steady income, it prevented "accidents".
"Where are we going?" Ray asked, slipping his palm down to cup the woman's tight ass.
"A place I know where a couple of animals won't be disturbed."
Phailin's words thrilled Ray and he coughed as he stuck his hand in his pants to hide his erection. He was short and small down there in his human form, so he preferred being able to change into his werepanther body. Trouble was, you didn't want to get caught in a compromising situation while transformed. Too many awkward questions.
He was still surprised, however, when their destination came into view. A few blocks from the club was a zoo, of all places, and Phailin motioned for him to follow as she easily scaled a wrought-iron fence and dropped inside. Ray grinned and jumped onto the fence, clambered over easily, and followed her down the path around the enclosures.
"A couple of animals won't be noticed here, huh?" he asked, catching up to her and slipping his hand down the back of her tight shorts. He squeezed her plump bottom and she giggled.
"We'll be all alone here... the zoo is closed and the keepers all leave by now. Here, follow me..."
Ray followed Phailin into a copse of tall bamboo trees just off the path. The ground was smooth with fresh grass. He could smell the zoo around them as Phailin pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.
"What do you like?" she asked, grinding herself into his crotch. "I want to make you happy..."
Ray grunted as she pressed against his small erection. He reached for her and cupped her chest as their mouths met for a hungry kiss. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as he fondled her breasts and pushed her top down around her hips. His thumbs teased her nipples and she groaned into the kiss, hips still rolling against him.
Ray knew what he liked, however, and he rolled over, pinning Phailin beneath him. She stretched out her neck as he pressed his lips to her throat and kissed his way up to her chin, then back down to her chest. His fingers undid her shorts and pulled them down her limber thighs as he licked at her belly. She moaned and clutched at his hair as his mouth covered her mound. Her heavy gasps echoed through the warm, damp air as Ray's tongue worked inside her.
He lifted his head after a few moments and grinned at her. She was wet now, moaning and eager, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
"I want to watch you change," he said. "But slowly..."
Phailin smiled and nodded. She knew Ray's type - they liked the transformation. It got them off, and she'd done it for a few other males. She focused - difficult to do when Ray's face disappeared between her thighs again - and gasped with need. Her fingers curled into the back of his head and she shivered as golden fur slowly grew in around her thighs. Ray's fingers tightened on her legs as he felt the fuzz and he lifted his mouth again, jaw open as he watched.
Phailin twisted her hips, putting a bit of acting into it as the golden fur spread over her thighs. Behind her, a broad tail slapped against the grass. More features of her otter wereform came into being as she writhed under the Hispanic male.
Ray grunted and reached for himself, rearranging his cock inside his pants again. He stroked her thighs tenderly, feeling the transition occurring under his palms. He pressed his fingers into her smooth, dark skin, and dragged them upwards, into the rapidly lengthening golden fur. The dark black pubic thatch shifted, lightening in color, as the changes spread north. Ray shuddered as she reached for him and unbuttoned his shirt. She pressed her hands against his chest and he felt animal-like pads on her palms, stroking and caressing his bare skin.
Her hands changed and he lifted them to his mouth, kissing and sucking on her fingers as they transformed. Her fur was green here, as it was from the elbows down. It was a nice contrast to the gold of the rest of her body and, looking down, he saw her lower legs were covered in the same light green shade. Webbing grew in between the fingers, which he pressed against his lips. Her furry paws spread wide, letting him lick and tease all he liked.
Phailin gasped when his hands went to her chest. She focused there next, growing in the thick golden pelt to cover her bare, smooth skin. Ray leaned down to lick her nipples, tease her teats, as she wriggled beneath him.
"I want you inside me," Phailin gasped, grasping at the back of his head as his tongue flicked over her nipples.
She helped him out of his pants and slid her palm against his lower belly before grasping his shaft in her smooth, furry paw pads. He was small, but she knew many therianthropes gained a lot after transforming. One of the tradeffs of their kind. Her own breasts had gone up a cup size during her shift, though the change wasn't as dramatic as most.
She spread her legs around Ray's thighs as the human pressed against her body. Her face was still human and, as he pressed inside, she kissed him, rubbing her paws against his back and head as their tongues met. He moaned into her lips as he felt her whiskers grow and shuddered. His hips lurched forward, pushing all four inches inside. She moaned, more for show than for the pleasure it gave her. She preferred, at this point, his tongue, though he was the customer, so she didn't say anything.
Her short muzzle formed as she kissed him and soon he was sucking on her tiny pink tongue. His eyes opened and she smiled as she realized they were different than before. Whereas he had a pair of cute black eyes, now one was silver, the other gold. Something sharp tickled down her sides - his claws. His hips pushed in slowly, withdrew, pumped in again. He stared at her face, breathing hard, moaning, sweating on top of her, as she wrapped her legs around him and slapped his ass with her broad otter tail.
Ray's throat constricted and a loud growl pushed past his lips, which he drew back, revealing sharp white fangs rather than normal human teeth. As his hips pushed against her, she felt him growing in size and let out a real, honest groan. Feline features grew in over his face - his jaw thickened and his nose spread wider, turning deep black at the center. Black fur filled in across his light brown skin and his ears migrated up his face, leaving a trail of black fuzz behind them.
The werepanther meant to transform slowly, but he found his control slipping as he stared at her golden fur. The black tattoo was white, now, perfectly shaped against her golden fur. Her green eyeliner survived the transition as well. Ray grunted, hips thrusting harder, and grasped at her chest, massaging her breasts roughly, the need rising inside him.
The wereotter shuddered when she felt his cock continue to thicken. His chest and back broadened as well and her blunt fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him down against her. She could feel his pelt fill in under her paws and they moaned in unison when the first of his feline barbs tickled against her inner walls.
Loud, deep rumbles of pleasure filled the air as the transforming human took on more and more features of his panther form. His platinum chain scraped against Phailin's upper chest as his hard belly pushed against her. She reached down and cupped his bottom, pulling him more forcefully inside. Feline growls met that action and his grip around her golden hips tightened. Their muzzles met as he humped her harder, more firmly. His cock continued to grow and lengthen with every thrust, until she could feel all ten thick inches penetrating her. She moaned and lifted her hips, green feet and paws twitching every time he slid inside.
More barbs formed along his length, teasing her insides relentlessly. Her eyes went wide as she climaxed unexpectedly and clutched the panther's neck, gasping into his ears.
He grunted and rolled, carrying her with him, until he was on his backside. The last patches of smooth human skin were disappearing under his thick black pelt as she watched, palms down against his muscular new figure. He was broader, heavier, built more like a football player than an office worker now. She knelt, knees to the sides of his belly, and bounced her hips over his length, hands clutching at his chest. His paws, large and black-furred, groped at her chest. He snarled as she clenched around him, sending bolts of lust through him. The final patch of bare skin disappeared, covered by a bit of white fur, the only bit in the sea of black across his body.
His long tail slipped around hers, twisting and twining with all the flexibility a feline appendage could offer. The white tip brushed against her golden fur as they pushed together.
Ray hadn't been with anyone like this in a long time. Phailin was incredible, both in human and therianthropic form. She was so tight, hot, wet, and willing to transform for him. He licked his black lips, ears twitching as he listened to her soft cries. Her heat radiated around his barbed shaft as he pumped up into her, getting closer by the moment. She climaxed again and her juices ran down his inner thighs, releasing her powerful scent into the air, urging Ray to pump even harder.
He sat up, arms going around her lower back, clutching her chest to his. Their muzzles met one final time, kissing and licking, black on gold, legs and arms mixing, scents everywhere, a fury of thrusting and moaning. Ray ground inside, stiffening as he felt his release. His ten-inch shaft throbbed deep inside the otter and he huffed, moaning against her cheek, eyes shut tight. Her paws stroked his neck and back as she felt him cum inside her; he tensed up, clutching at her, holding her tight, motionless, as his pent-up seed released.
He held her like that for several minutes, occasionally gasping or twitching as she moved her hips teasingly. Her paws stroked his face and she smiled.
"You really needed that, didn't you?" she asked. He'd been good, she had to admit - she hadn't needed to fake those orgasms.
"I did... thank you, Phailin," he said, voice dropping to a contented purr.
Ray lay on his back, pulling the otter with him, so that she lay on his broad chest. His thick erection softened, pulling free of her body slowly, each barb gingerly scraping along her sensitive walls, until it flopped out and withdrew into his sheath. A trickle of cum leaked from Phailin's wet pussy as she shifted, a moan of desire echoing from her small muzzle to Ray's ears. A very nearly, for the Thai prostitute, authentic moan. She'd enjoyed herself.
Ray kissed her forehead, then her right eye, tracing the outline of her white butterfly with his rough tongue. Phailin was incredible. She'd been into it, too, more than most of the girls he'd hired in the past. His claws tickled her thighs, making her squirm.
"Phailin... I want to see you again," he murmured, catching her lower lip in his teeth.
Phailin smiled. It was always nice to know she'd hooked a male, and Ray was definitely hooked...
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This is the first part in a series which I hope to continue if I get good feedback. Just a heads up, this story takes place in an obviously fictional time where humans are rare to the point where most furs go their whole lives without ever seeing one in person. Sorry, no sex in chapter 1. Lots in Chapter 2 and on.
Chapter 1
John pulled his Honda Avalon into the open parking space and shut off his car with a quivering hand. His heart was pumping out of his chest as he was beyond nervous. His brain said to get up and out of the car but his shaking body would not reply.
Today is the day that John moves into his dorm and starts his college experience. But John is not an ordinary student at this school, he is a human. This was the thought that ran through his mind on a never-ending loop. He has had many previous experiences of people reacting badly to seeing him, and some people can be very mean.
For a human, John considered himself to be normal and nothing else. He was 5'10" with long blond hair that covered his eyes, and a build with little muscle, but very little fat.
He gathered up his courage and left the car, leaving his bags behind, and headed toward the school. He lit a cigarette as he walked to help alleviate some of his worries for he could already see the shocked reactions of the few furs that walked near him.
He entered the lobby of the dormitory and got at the end of a decent sized line right behind a 7 foot lion. Most furs were at least 5 or 6 inches taller than him, but the sight of this cat towering over him doubled his nervousness. He refused to look up and just prayed that the lion would not turn around. But unfortunately, the whispers and stares that were based around him finally made it around to the lion, who turned around to the human. John waited, his eyes to the floor, but when the insults and jokes he had come to expect never came he slowly looked up. The lion had completely turned around and was wearing a large smile that showed the human many of his very sharp teeth. John froze at the sight of the teeth and he didn't snap out of it 'till he felt giant velvety paws pin his arms to his sides and lift him effortlessly into the air.
"He's so cute" said the lion to someone behind him. "Do you know what room your in hun" the lion asked John.
"U-uuh no, not yet" he managed to finally get out.
"Don't be so scared, I like you and I really hope were in the same room, we could have a lot of fun". The lion finally put him down but rested his paw on John's head and said "I'm Josh and this is Scott (he motioned to a tiger standing next to him who was just shorter than Josh), "what's your name"?
"Uuuh John" he said with a shaky voice.
"Cool... oh" Josh was cut short when he realized he was at the front of the line and turned around. John could tell that there was some arguing between Josh and the lady behind the desk but he didn't really pay it that much attention. The tiger stepped to the side and it was finally John's turn at the dorm assignment table.
"Name" said a very bored looking Kangaroo. "Uuuh, John Fisher"
"Okay ... her we are, room 316, and you'll be sharing it with one roommate.
"Great" he replied and walked to the side of the table as to not block anyone's path.
"What room did you get?" said an anxious lion who had obviously waited for the human.
"Uum, 316" John replied.
"THAT'S GREAT!!, we're in room 317, right across the hall from you" beamed the lion, "we got to unpack now but I'll come and get you later".
"Okay but..." but before John could get a word through both of the cats had vanished.
John lit another cigarette as he clumsily brought his instruments from his car. His saxophone, amplifier, and both his electric and his acoustic guitars were all he could carry at the moment, while still enjoying his cigarette of course. Again he did his best to ignore the looks he received from furs in all directions as he entered the building.
"Thank God" he thought to himself as the elevator door closed without any other people joining him on it. He got off the elevator and proceeded down what he assumed to be the correct hallway, counting room numbers all the way.
John breathed a sigh of relief as he finally made it to the door with 316 on the front. He set down his amp and pulled out his key and upon unlocking and opening the door he truly regretted his choice, for now he would have to meet his roommate.
:Will he like me, will he think im a freak, will he think I'm a loser?" John thought, but it was too late, the door was opening.
"OH MY GOD THANK YOU!" he screamed in his head upon finding the room dark and empty. At that moment John also noticed the small group of furs that had collected in the hallway and had taken it upon themselves to stare at the human and whisper amongst themselves. So he grabbed hi amp and scurried into the empty room as fast as his legs would carry him.
He closed the door behind him and tossed all of his crap on the bed closest to him. He then proceeded to check all the areas of the room to truly make sure he was the first to arrive.
The stress and anxiety of the day, plus having to meet his roommate soon, was starting to eat away at John, but he knew one way to surely cure it. Playing his saxophone.
"I am alone and I'll play softly so as not to disturb anyone" he thought to himself.
So he got out his sax and started playing. But the soft tune he had begun playing quickly changed to a wailing blues song as John forced out all of his bad feelings through his sax.
When he stopped playing he opened his eyes to the sight of a powerful black wolf, standing 6 feet and 11 inches tall, in front of the doorway. To make matters worse, there was a large crowd of furs standing on the other side of the doorway with awed expressions on their muzzles. But John was quickly shot out of his trance at the sound of the wolf closing the door on the crowd.
"Oh My God, Oh My God, I am so sorry, I'm such an idiot, I can't believe everyone heard my terrible playing, I should just jump out the window right now." John said to no one in particular.
"Ha ha, funny and really cute, looks like I hit the jackpot" the wolf said as he walked over to John, "but you shouldn't say that about your playing, your one of the best I've ever heard and that song was absolutely beautiful, and my name's Indred by the way" The wolf was now in front of John and he begun rubbing John's head with his enormous paw like one would do to a puppy.
John began blushing profusely at the sexy wolf's compliments and treatments.
Indred gently lifted up on John's chin to bring the human's face up to his own.
"Man you are so cute I don't think I'll be able to ever let you go, I'll have to remember to thank my parents for randomly placing me in this room", said Indred.
"Parents" John thought, and a tar rolled down his cheek. He began walking to the door and Indred immediately knew something was wrong.
"Whats wrong John".
"Nothing, nothing at all" John said, barley able to speak through the tears as he kept walking. He didn't get far though because before he could even finish unlocking the door he felt giant, powerful arms and paws lock his arms to his sides and lift him into the air as Indred held him tightly to his chest.
"Something is obviously wrong" the wolf said as he walked back and sat down on the bed, all the while the human locked tightly in his embrace.
"Okay, okay, I'll talk" John began, "a couple weeks ago I decided that since I was moving out of my parents house, and moving across the country, I would finally tell them that I was bisexual. Well, no more than a minute after I told them they completely disowned me, like it was the easiest thing in the world to do. And at that moment when I knew in my head that life couldn't get any worse, my father decided to beat the shit out of me while my mother just sat there and watched". John began to cry a little more as he spoke, all the while trying his best to hold it in. "So I have had to spend the last 2 weeks living in my car, and when you mentioned your parents I remembered all the good times from when I was a kid and I just lost it. I'm really sorry about this".
To the boy's surprise Indred did not release him, but instead held the human tighter to him as he spoke. "I think your parents are the absolute scum of the Earth and its absolutely inconceivable that someone as beautiful and amazing as you came from them".
"I wish I really was beautiful and special, hell, even just one of them would be nice" said John.
"John" the powerful wolf began as he turned the boy around on his lap so they could face each other, "you are the most beautiful amazing person I've ever met, and it's true even if you won't believe it. I need to ask you a VERY serious question alright"?
"Okay". John replied confusedly.
"I now know that you are bisexual, and I am falling in love with you in a big way, so the question is, will you be MINE"?
"Yours?" asked John.
"Yes. You see, some people are submissive, and some people are dominators. I am a dominator, so when I ask if you will be mine, I mean that I would own you and completely take care of you. You would have no responsibilities but would have to do what I say or risk punishment. It's not like a pet though because we would be lovers and obviously love each other forever, and in love comes respect so I would never treat you poorly. Do you understand"?
"Yes I do", replied John, a smile beaming from his face, "and I would love nothing else than to be yours forever"!!
Indred jumped up and turned John back around in his arms so that the humans back was against the soft fur of the wolf's chest and yelled "I love you John", and of course John returned the sentiment.
Indred tightly held the boy in his strong arms just basking in the moment until John finally said, "uum, love",
"yes my pup",
"are you gonna put me down soon, I gotta unpack",
"not anytime soon, you're my pup now" replied Indred with a sly grin as he nibbled and licked the neck and ears of the human he loved and owned.
"I'm definitely going to love this".
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Authors Note: this story deals with m/m relationships. Yes, it has gay relationships. If you feel disgusted by it, THEN DON'T READ IT! If you are under the age of 18 than you should not be reading this, no-no. However, if u feel that you are mature enough to read it, go ahead and read, I cant stop you. Oh, and enjoy! J
My name is Midnite pt.2 Temptations
"No sir." I repeated the same answer yet again and no matter how many times I said it, he never got it through his thick skull. "So if you do not feel bored, why do you feel the need to sleep in my classroom for the fourth time this week?" his ugly rat-face stared at me through giant eye glasses and I had to resist the urge to slap him in the face and shout 'shut up!' "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." I felt my face go red as the hushed snickers of my classmates met my ears. "Good," he turned back to the board, "and make sure it does not happen again. So class, you can now see how by using the main rules of mathematics..." he continued on with his lesson clearly oblivious to the laughing and pointing going on behind his back. I really wished I could be outside in the cold October air rather than in this hot school. I loved the cold air. I guess that you could say I look forward to winter sometimes, I don't really enjoy summer and the hot humid days. My parents think its 'cause were wolves and we were made to survive in the cold because in the past wolves used to be--and I say this with humor, 'wild animals'. Yeah, right. I looked up at the board stifling a yawn with great difficulty. The truth was that yes, I had not slept lately. Ever since that incident at the theatre with Spencer I've been... Out of it. That's the only way I can explain it. Its been really bugging me 'cause I've been expecting him to have done something by now, anything to let my sense of reality realize that, yes, something had happened that day. But Spencer didn't, I sensed his reluctance at times, the nervousness. And that's saying a lot, because I've only seen Spencer once this week, I was opening my locker and he walked by, then a part of his mind seemed to have forced his legs to stop in which he looked in my direction. His eyes had strayed for a moment, unsure of where my face was before he looked at me and mumbled a brief "hi", then he was gone. Today was Wednesday, meaning that I had gym today, also meaning that I would undoubtedly meet Spencer there. I looked at the clock and realized that gym was next period. In fact, in less than a minute. I started putting my stuff away and like a chain reaction that always occurred in schools, the act seemed to trigger the other kids to do the same, the room being filled with the sound of book-bag zippers and paper shuffling. With a loud droning beep the speakers signaled the end of the period and hefting my bag onto my left shoulder, I hurried out the room. Our gym was a weird one because it was located outside, across the street from the main building gave it and air of being neglected. As usual, everyone was crowded outside in a mass of fur, flesh, and paws rendering my growing anticipation to a slow shuffle in the gym. I finally made it in and rushed to yet a second line going to the male's locker room only to join the line and walk in slowly again. Once in, I sat on the bench conveniently placed in front of my locker and it was simply a corner eye glance to my left to see where Spencer sat and changed. He wasn't there when I looked but walking in the locker room, he sat. I'd have to say that things slowed down when I saw him. Kind of like someone hit the mute and dimmer on the outside world as I looked at him. I realize now that it's a crush I guess. He looked just as handsome, just as beautiful as ever. He had on dark jeans and clashing with his fur he wore a red shirt with a yellow zigzag pattern on the front. I would say what the words on the shirt said... hadn't he been taking it off My paw shifted idiotically, searching for my locker handle as I watched him grip the shirt from the back of his neck and pulling it upward, it came off smoothly. My jaw opened slightly as I saw him, his thin abdomen slightly toned with slim muscle beautifully defined with the clean white fur that ran down his throat and across his front. His chest was larger than his slim, slightly feminine lower body and just as slightly toned. I would've done anything right then just to run my hand along his chest fur, feel his warmth again... I realized then that my arm stood outstretched, my paw hanging limply having given up on its search for the locker handle. Reminding myself that changing-time did indeed have a limit, I flung the combination wheel, left, right, and pulled it open swiftly, then grabbing my sweat pants I glanced at Spencer again. I couldn't help dropping the sweat pants as I noticed that the cute red fox, the one most painful, and living temptation that I just couldn't have was pulling free the last pant leg from his lifted foot. God, if I got turned on by his chest and abdomen, it was nothing to how my cock jumped in its sheathe when I saw his legs--in the fur and without pants! Wearing black boxers, he had very toned legs and thighs covered with red fur that was just...perfect in every way. Along the inner part of his thighs, the white fur from his belly tapered out to the normal red of his fur as I ran my eyes lower along his leg. His calf muscle was perfect and slimmed down smoothly to the ankle--which was covered with black fur. Next was his foot. His foot was... sooooo feminine the way he had it on the floor by tippy-toe. I have absolutely no idea why, but I had a very powerful desire to suck his toes... like I said, I have no. Idea. Why. Looking at how his whole body just screamed "perfection" I bared my teeth a bit. The one thing I wanted so badly--but couldn't have. Right then, when I thought the temptation just couldn't get any worse, he took out his gym socks, and busy trying to turn them outside-in, he lifted one leg and brought it to rest on the edge of the seat, his toes hanging off, and his other leg on the floor. Now take a moment to imagine that pose... It was a very sexy pose. At least I think that, the way he sat so casually, his inner thigh visible on the left leg, his right hanging off and the elbow of his left arm resting on his left knee so coolly, it was... (Need I say it again?) Simply "tempting." For a brief moment I could've sworn his eye swiveled to me and turned back followed by a short smirk. Or...maybe I imagined it. Suddenly I realized that I hadn't even started getting dressed and ripping off my own clothes, I replaced them with my own seat pants and tee. Throwing my stuff into the locker I slammed it shut and got up.
I entered the weight room and took in my surroundings. A ton of exercise equipment filled the room and in the back end were two treadmills with a wall-length mirror. In the sides of the room were bench presses and more weights. I immediately made my way for the treadmill. In my time here I always loved running, and was often the fastest runner, but I denied the track team. I never felt competitive about my speed and would rather be home drawing as I plan to be an artist someday. As a matter of fact, I wasn't in any school teams or activities, I never wanted to be in one. I began entering the settings into my treadmill. Thirty minutes, elevation at number five. But right as I was going to get on, Spencer's reflection caught my eye in the mirror and turning, I saw that he must've decided to take weight room today rather than hockey or whatever they had planned in the gym today. He seemed lost for a second, looking at everything and at the furs in the room. Actually, there were only 4 furs in the room today, Spencer himself, me, and two others. Walking with no definite goal he went to one of the bench-presses and looked at it, calculating either the weight he wanted to lift, or how to even use the damn thing. I felt a chill pass through my body as I fought myself on whether I should go help him. I lifted a leg to walk over to him, but my leg seemed too weak to support itself and a little voice in my head kept saying 'don't midnite, don't', while another said 'go on! He needs a spotter anyhow, go, now!' I liked the second voice better and closing my eyes as though I were walking blindly into a nightmare or something of the sort I forced myself over to him. I must've been a hilarious sight, stumbling along, chewing my lip nervously and tripping over a weight on the floor before staring at him embarrassedly. It took my mind a moment to shout 'Hey stupid, say something already!' "Umm... hi Spencer. Heed nelp?" I shook my head pitifully before stuttering, "I mean, need help?" I licked my dry lips and couldn't help slapping myself mentally. Why was I so nervous anyway? There was nothing to be scared of... was there? "Hi Midnite. Well, I could've done it alone you know, but, yeah, why not?" He shrugged and then stared back at me awkwardly before shaking his head suddenly, "well, why don't I, um, put some on this end, and u do the other end." "Yeah..." I went to the right side of the bar and put a couple weights on it while he did the other side. Fitting both ends with a decent weight he sat on the bench and looked at me with a hint of nervousness. "Ok... I'll do ten, then fifteen and on like that ok?" He looked on as I nodded and got in position and he lay down. His eyes kept shifting to mine and he sighed deeply, grabbing hold of the bar. I looked down at him and helped him lift the bar off the rests, then he started to count, lifting the bar with small releases of breath as he lowered, his eyes closed. "One, two, three..." I counted with him and I had to control myself to do nothing more than count. I wanted so badly to just look at his body laid out before me, his arm muscles flexing as he bench-pressed and it took all of my will to concentrate on the numbers, "Five, six, seven..." my sheathe gave a stir and I slapped myself mentally and concentrated even more, "Nine, and ten." I helped him lift the bar and place it in the rests and he took a sigh, he wasn't even out of breath. "Ready to do more?" I asked. "Sure." I lowered the bar again and he began to lift, "One, two, three, four..." I saw him close his eyes again and assumed that he wouldn't see me if I took just a quick look at his body would he? "Six, seven, eight..." I risked it. Moving my eyes I saw his chest muscles flex a bit, shifting up and down slowly as he took his breaths. My eyes roamed lower and I saw his sweat pants pulled down tightly on him, he had his legs spread out on either side of the bench and I saw a small lump where his sheathe opening must be and I realized too late that I was, indeed, getting very aroused. "Eleven, twelve..." My sheathe stirred a bit as I looked onto his legs, the muscles tensed there slightly. "fourteen, fifteen." I lifted it and again put it in the rests. He sat up and stretched out his arms, then lay back down and looked at me. "Once more, I'm too weak to last that long." He smiled jokingly. I nodded and gave him the bar for the third time. He held it up for a second, and then began. "one, two, three,..." I felt more comfortable with myself, more confident, and as soon as he closed his eyes my eyes resumed their journey across his body. I looked again at his chest, saw through the thin t-shirt of his and felt my sheathe stir even more. "Stop checking me out midnite." I almost jumped into the ceiling at the suddenness of the comment. Looking down to Spencer I saw that he was smiling up at me. "Your going to make me blush, midnite." I couldn't reply right then. I was in a state of mind where I was expecting my mouth to talk of its own accord. Finally my mouth seemed to be reactivated and I stuttered a reply. "I'm not...ch-checking you out." "Lift..." he pushed the bar up to the rests and I put it in place with slightly trembling hands. He got up and walked to me, making me back into the wall as though he held a bomb or something. "Midnite, I like you a lot, but I don't know where to go beyond that. Ever since Sunday I've been...scared." I just stared at him. His words were like electricity to me, and my body seemed to tingle as I comprehended the meaning of his words. He looked at me again, and it was with an expression of pure honesty, an expression that I think I would remember for my entire life. It was the expression of a child realizing that his one and only toy was lost forever. "I like you a lot midnite, but I'm..." He lowered his head and his body seemed to go limp, "I'm scared...I'm so scared." His body trembled and I saw a tear, a single tear fell to the floor. Without thinking I just hugged him, I wrapped my arms around him tight and hugged him. He began to sob loudly and I looked briefly towards the other 2 furs in the room and realized that they must've left because it was empty. I dismissed the thought of the other furs and hugged Spencer again. "Don't cry Spencer, I'm scared too, I am, but don't cry. You don't have to cry over a small thing like this." He sobbed once more and lifted his head from my chest looking at me. "Yes I do. Were freakin' gay Midnite! I... I want you so bad, but how can we...if were gay? No one will accept us, none!" I held him back and looked into his eyes. "So what Spencer? You think I don't feel the same? You think that you're the only one going through this? Because if you do, your wrong Spencer. I'm here too, don't you see? Your not alone... cause your with me." I hugged him again and he hugged back. We just hugged there and he stopped crying. He seemed to be silent, soaking in my words. I honestly don't know where the words came from, it was the most honest thing I could've said at the time. It was short-lived as we hugged, I wanted to stay like that forever, I could've, had I been given enough time, but sadly, the bell rang and I looked into his green eyes. I saw so much pain in them, so much confusion, a type of... helplessness. "Spencer? I'm always here for you ok?" Spencer looked back at me. A moment passed... and suddenly he kissed me for the second time in my life. He brought his muzzle to mine and kissed me right on the lips. I was lost in the moment then, I had no other motives, distractions or otherwise, so I kissed him back. Moving my muzzle sideways my paw came up to hold his cheek lightly and I brushed my tongue passed his teeth and into his mouth. He did the same. And in eachothers arms we kissed. Five minutes later we were in the locker room, getting dressed late, having broken the kiss after hearing the second bell and getting yelled at by the gym teacher. Putting our clothes back on, Spencer and me walked out and into the main building again. I felt happy to say the least. I had the feeling that things were finally going somewhere. But I can't lie, I can't say that I was only happy, cause I wasn't. I was still scared of the difficulties that the future would hold for us, and I knew that there were indeed difficulties. I've been through them in life, living in over three different homes first with my mother. But after being thrown out, I went with my aunt--thrown out yet again, I now lived with my dad who is quite difficult at times, but is good with me. I would've wanted to say that my father would approve of my feelings towards Spencer, but sadly, I knew I'd be outside in ten minutes flat. I now thought of the fact that being with Spencer isn't going to be easy...and besides, I have to remind myself that were not... 'together' yet anyhow. We reached a staircase and stopped. Spencer looked at me and I knew that he had to go down to the basement for his next class, and I had to go to the third floor. I knew that at other times I'd have never done it, but I held his hand at that moment anyway, pushing aside my nervousness. "don't think about it anymore, ok Spence?" He looked at my hand in his for a moment then up at me, squeezing my hand confidently. "Ok. I'll see you..." he let the pause drag on. I looked at him suddenly. "Well, Spence, um...if you do want to talk, my, um, parents won't be home tonight, dad works and mom is going out. If u don't have anything... u could, um, u know..." Spencer smiled at me. "Ok Midnite, I'll be there." He smiled again and rushed down the stairs and I watched him go, barely aware of how weird it was for no other students to be in the staircase. The last thing I saw was his tail swish as he disappeared from view. I smiled to myself. He would be at my house later, and already I couldn't wait.
End Note: I plan on continuing this story for a very long time. I still mix actual events in my life, but have added a bit of fiction into it. I plan on making the story as realistic as possible, and I want to take my time and actually delve into the feelings of love at this point and in the future to show what it actually means to 'love' someone. If you're disappointed that this story has no yiff scenes I say this: to truly understand the story, u must first understand the love these 2 have for each other. Yes, eventually I'll get to yiffing...maybe a little sooner than you might think. A lot more will happen to these two and I intend to show the fact that it is their love that will pull them through it. If you have any questions or comments please e-mail me at I'm also sometimes in yiffchat (at yiffstar) under the name Midnite. Midnite and Spencer are copyright to (who would've guessed it?) midnite, or ME! | My name is Midnite pt.2-Temptations by Midnitewolfy | [
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Text: While Dani DeGrassi had her start in the family business, there was no denying that she went far beyond anyone's expectations. Scant years after graduating with two degrees, she was the owner of several businesses, one international, and involved in a variety of foundations dedicated to the arts and sciences. She had a singular presence which tended to leave a deep impression on everyone she met; most people described her as "unique." Others, with a better grasp of language, more correctly described her as "deeply eccentric."
Dani openly described herself as a "size queen," which was generally taken to mean one specific thing. When she was approached in public by an aspiring suitor who bragged of having nearly twelve inches, she laughed, going on to elaborate that it wasn't quite what she meant: It wasn't a matter of liking them big, but liking them -big-. More specifically, bigger than her, and she immediately took steps to demonstrate.
In an act that cemented her status as an eccentric, Dani took in a deep breath, far deeper than should have been possible, and the front of her dress simply swelled outward, fabric pulled taut across the bubble of her belly. Another breath and she grew further, double the width of her hips as her breasts pressed against the top of it and the sides of each other in the confines of her clothes. This, she explained, was what she meant by being a size queen. Anyone who couldn't be bigger than her wasn't worth her consideration.
Despite the looks they were drawing and the utter ridiculous of the situation and demand being placed on him, the suitor found Dani's hand too tempting a prize. So, he tried to breathe in as much and as hard as he could. Dani watched, bemused, as he struggled, not sure of what exactly to do or how to do it until finally happened, the buttons on his shirt popping as his pecs and gut puffed up suddenly. He grew slowly, in fits, going red in the face as he huffed and puffed, belly quickly becoming tight and straining with a tinge of red covering it. He was barely even half her size before he wobbled on his feet, and it was only through the quick reflexes of two other gentlemen that he didn't pass out on the floor. Dani merely laughed, returning to her conversation in her inflated state without a second thought.
The next several weeks brought with them a gradual escalation, both in the scale of challengers as well as her entourage's sense of how badly they were underestimating Dani. A morning jog brought her before a man whose gut hung over his belt like an exercise ball with a poppedut navel; in response she blew herself up even larger on the spot, spandex stretching over jiggling breasts and a bouncing backside, waiting but a moment for his response and, getting none, continuing on her way despite her view being partially blocked by her own gut and chest and her jog being more of a wide-armed skip from her notably thicker arms and legs. A visitor at a charity luncheon waddled in, fitting through the double doors as narrowly as his clothes fit him; Dani took it one step further, inflating in all directions to meet him, then surpass him as her limbs spread and widened, smoothing out and growing so round that they were half-pulled into the form-dominating curves of her torso. A visit to her favorite fashion designer resulted in one of the staff proving he could be as wide as he was tall, if not more so; Dani immediately proved that she could touch the ceiling with her head, only deflating later on when her personal assistant reminded her that it was time to leave and the doors were far too small, and in any case her arms were getting tired from rolling Dani around.
Things quieted down for a week or two after that. Dani proved to be intimidating and perhaps insurmountable in both her size and her demands, much to the relief of the guests at one of her evening parties-slash-meet and greets, at least a few of whom weren't looking forward to another impromptu contest. Thus, none of them really thought much when she was approached by a short, mousy-looking young woman with round-rimmed glasses, wearing a one-piece dress and pantyhose, who visibly needed to build up the courage to speak with her. "Miss DeGrassi?"
Dani turned, eyeing her expectantly.
"My name is Tamela, I'm a big fan of yours and I... I!" She wrung her hands together for a moment before blurting out, "please let me be your girlfriend!"
"If you want to be with me," Dani said with a smile, "then you do know what that means, right?"
Tamela slowly nodded, looking to either side at the people watching her. She shuffled back a step, taking a few experimental huffs before heaving in a deep breath, stopping with a squeak of surprise when her stomach dramatically billowed outward and her chest jumped several cups. She gave her midsection a gentle prod in disbelief, not really expecting that it would work, let alone so easily. Suddenly she heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up to see Dani, still smiling and now quite gravid, looking a good deal larger than her.
A second poke to her stomach revealed a great deal of give, and Tamela was comfortable enough with this knowledge to continue. She breathed in and out a few times, trying to reproduce what happened when she all but tripped over it, swelling again. Keeping up the momentum she pulled in air, her vision rising higher as more of her view below her was taken up by her breasts and belly. The straps on her shoulders and pantyhose grew tight as her arms and legs flared out, balled-up fists resting against her sides. When she stopped she could only see her upper half, looking fat but for the weightlessness and lack of rolls. On top of that she had gained a few inches, now nearly eye-to-eye with Dani; it was short lived as, huffing and puffing again, Dani blew up in kind, the curve of her belly merging with her growing hips and ass to create a figure that politely be called "apple-shaped" and more appropriately absurdly round. When she stopped she stood a full foot taller than Tamela, and her sausage-like arms were half bent, resting on her front as she looked at the young woman expectantly.
Growing larger came easier to Tamela, inhaling deeply without exhaling. Her scale and proportions were thrown more into contrast as she bulged out in all directions, her limbs filling and sapping her range of motion until they became wide cones, their shape soon turning to domes as her shins and forearms swelled up around her ankles and wrists. Her dress, meanwhile, was doing a fantastic job of staying in one piece, accentuating the curves of her backside that she now rested upon as well as the wide, shallow domes of her breasts which protruded in front of her. Around her people fell away as she grew, watching them disappear out of view on either side as her horizon rose up and her head began to sink into her swollen neck. She let out a quiet burp as her forced growth came to a halt, double the height of the other party-goers.
Dani nodded, pleased, before taking in air, growing with such force that her limbs stuck out straight. Her underside swelled, bumping against the ground and launching her into the air several feet, giving both Tamela and the party-goers a clear view as she transformed herself into a large-breasted blimp. Gently floating back down, she bounced several times before coming to rest, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face. She couldn't see Tamela, but it was clear to others that she was a yard or two larger than her.
Tamela stared. "No way..."
"I haven't had to get this big to outdo a courter in a while," Dani said. "I'm really quite impressed, but but I'm afraid that-"
She was interrupted by the sound of a deep, heaving breath, and Tamela's head - and the rest of her body - surged up into view. Her brow was furrowed in deep concentration, and there was another loud whooshing of air as her cheeks swelled in time with the rest of her, surging up and out with a loud creak. Her figure grew violently and in pulses, feet at a time; Tamela's lower hemisphere, covered by pantyhose stretched so thin her black panties were visible beneath, shot out towards Dani's front, bouncing her away with a loud "bwong." She let out a long cry of panic, bounding and rolling back through a table of drinks, deflecting off an ice sculpture, and finally coming to rest in the pool, thankfully face-up. As she watched Tamela take up more of the nighttime sky over her mansion, she wondered if she finally hadn't met her match. It took a while for Tamela to calm down after she had stopped inflating. It was partly out of fear that she had gotten so big, and partly a deep desire to impress. But Dani DeGrassi was such a beautiful and intelligent woman, and normally so far above a simple office worker like her, that the thought of having to quit - or have her turn her down - after finally working up the courage to approach her like this made her chest ache. Though her chest being larger by scale probably made it a little worse.
The tension was almost unbearable as she waited for Dani's response, expecting her to effortlessly outgrow her again. After several minutes none came, though there was a faint tugging against her underwear, then her dress. It almost felt as if something was climbing her; a few moments later this was confirmed, as Dani came into view, scaling the cloth between Tamela's breasts. As her curvature grew less steep Dani rose to her feet, walking across the soft surface of Tamela's skin, unshod feet feeling positively tiny against her.
Falling to her knees in front of Tamela's head, Dani let out a weary sigh. "Well. Do you know how big you are?"
Tamela shook her head. "Not really. Is everyone down there alright?"
"Oh, absolutely." She leaned to one side, then the other, swinging her legs out as she sat on her backside. "A little shaken up, but they're fine. You know, you're the biggest I've seen."
"Is it enough? I feel like I could get bigger if you'd like, Miss DeGrassi."
Something in Dani's eyes lit up at the word "bigger," and she pushed herself forward. "Maybe later," she replied. Her thighs were on either side of Tamela's head; twirling a lock of her hair around her finger she added, "and please, call me Dani." | null | [
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Brace yourself, this one is long.
*Chapter 1.0*
I now know I have a dirty mind. Sure, I'd like to think it is no more than an average male's imagination, but after recent events, I can say with confidence that even my passing thoughts could make a sailor blush. My perception has shifted, almost like a lens that is changing focus, and if there is one thing that I can speak about with confidence it's that perception is indeed everything. It can change the simplest meanings of the most simple things. Red becomes crimson. Sweat becomes tears. Or sex becomes incest.
Maybe a more accurate term would be filthy mind? It's all just semantics, really. Just one point of view much like that of a photograph, which is appropriate really, for that is indeed my profession. Though it wasn't until recently that this darker side, this *id* as Freud would call it, started seeping into my work, subconsciously controlling what I shot and how it was viewed. What's really funny is that the origins of this dark journey were so innocent too.
You see, photography for me was really a hobby that turned into something greater. A camera was a part of our lives growing up for my family. We had more photo albums lying around the house than books. Every single major life event, and even the minor ones, had visual documentation to mark its importance. Everything from my sister's first steps to my graduation, Birthdays, Holidays, and Family Vacations sealed in cellophane in binders on shelves. My Dad was always the one behind the lens, snapping away any chance he got. Sometimes I think he missed the experience of these moments viewing it all through a lens instead of with his own eyes. Don't get me wrong, he was incredibly talented, but it's funny thinking back because most of my childhood memories of my father include the sound of something clicking and flashes of light.
Regardless of what apprehension that may imply, photography was ingrained in my day-to-day and became part of my life. I guess I inherited my father's eye, because the moment I laid hands on a camera, I was a natural. Lighting, framing, everything was all second nature. So much so that when I got my first SLR at the age of 16, I stayed up all night memorizing the manual. ISOs, F-Stops, Shutter Speeds, it all made perfect sense to me. So, naturally, this became my calling. Even when the world turned digital, I evolved right alongside, though my passion stayed with film.
As the years rolled on, I graduated college with a degree in photography and instantly started selling my services freelance. It wasn't easy at first, but I had a great head start thanks to a couple of my projects in senior year being published in a several local, and one national magazine. And with that, I moved out of my parent's house just outside of San Francisco and moved into the City. Fortune kept rolling my way and I had a great flat large enough to double as a studio and home. So, as you can tell, it appeared I had all my ducks in a row, but of course, every now and again things can throw you off course.
Every Sunday was Family Dinner night. It was something that we have maintained in my family for years now. The four of us were there, scrambling to set the table and pleasant chit-chat carried from one person to another. I was pouring the wine while joking with Dad about my recent photo shoot when I overheard my mother.
"Have you told your brother yet?" she asked Kelly as she set down the pasta.
"Mm-Mmm." Kelly shook her head looking at me.
"One sec Pops." I turned to my sister. "What's up?"
She rolled her eyes as we she took our seats. "Well, I was going to wait until after dinner so thanks Mom. Kinda' let the cat out of the bag there."
"What's going on?" I asked again.
"Your sister had a little bit of an opportunity," said my dad as he began to serve himself.
"Let her tell him, Charles." My mother took a sip of her wine as she settled in.
Kelly took a big breath and turned to me. "You know how I have been dabbling in designing clothes? Well, I've been having a great time at it and I've been getting some great feedback. It's kinda like you and photography; I'm a natural. I've got a great eye for style while keeping it flirty and kinda fun; especially for women with bodies like Mom and me."
"Something for girls with curves," Pops chuckled as he raised his glass.
"Charles!" Mom smacked him with her napkin causing Dad to flinch.
Regardless of how it was taken, Dad's comment was pretty spot on. I hadn't really studied their figures before, at least not on purpose, but both my mother and sister were shapely gals. They were in no way what you would consider thick, thanks to yoga, but both have curves where men like to look. Some credit due to their regimen and some to genes.
"So anyway, like I was saying, I've been really diving in deep on this, and last week one of my professors passed on a few photos of my work to a contact of hers and they loved it! They asked to see more and I want to really blow them away."
"Holy crap, Kelly! That's awesome!"
"I know, right!" She was ecstatic. Her green eyes sparkled as her grin stretched across her face. "Right now, they've only seen a couple of my pieces. A summer dress, a couple tops and shorts, and a swim suit. What I want to do next is show off what I can really do and step it up a notch both in style and presentation. Soooo... Jason." She started to push her silverware around her plate. "I was wondering..."
"You want me to be your photographer, don't you?"
"Don't worry, I'll totally pay you. It would mean a lot to me and you are the best photographer I know."
"Sis, don't worry about it. We're family; I got your back." I laughed. "So what you thinking? Day shoot, night shoot, studio?"
"You know I was thinking something like at the beach. I figured it'd be the best way to show off a spring and summer look. It's just an idea."
"No, I like it." I smiled. "Have you thought about models yet?"
Her eyes went wide. "Oh shit, no I forgot." Her eyes went wider as she covered her mouth. "Sorry Mom! I keep swearing around you."
Mom waved it off. "Honey, I keep telling you; you're twentyne. You're an adult."
"I know. It's still weird."
"When did you want to do it?" I asked, straining to get back to the topic.
"What?" Kelly turned to me. "Oh, I was hoping by the end of next week. I don't want the offer to grow too cold, you know?"
"Gotcha," I said, deep in thought. "I don't know who I can grab with that kind of notice. How many girls do you need?"
"Just one. I want to keep it simple."
"What about you?" Dad asked Kelly. "It's your line. You're a pretty girl. Couldn't you do it?"
"Personally I don't have any issue doing it. Hell I wear the clothes anyway but isn't that a little tacky to showcase your own line like that?" asked Kelly.
I shook my head. "I wouldn't recommend it. You want it to appear like your line is for anyone and everyone. That message might not come across if all they see is *you* in your clothes."
"Hell, then use your mom."
"Charles!" She smacked him again.
"What? Why not?"
My eyes quickly darted up to our mother. I never really looked at her in detail either, but she is where Kelly gets most of her charms. She possessed many of the fair traits of both her Irish and Japanese lineage. Deep and dark red hair she kept cut just below her shoulders. Green, almond shaped eyes with a fair complexion and rosy cheeks, though that may have been the wine. To be honest, she'd be perfect.
"Oh that would be so awesome Mom! Please! It's just a couple dresses and swimsuits!" Kelly pleaded.
"Swimsuits, nice!" I joked.
"Jason!" Mom glared at me.
"Hey, don't mind me. I'm just the photographer." I laughed. "I'm sure they're not bad anyway, Mom. It's not like your daughter's been spending hours on end crafting bikinis."
Kelly appeared to shrink in her chair as silence filled the air.
"They're bikinis, aren't they?" Mom asked.
Kelly replied with a sheepish nod.
I looked from Kelly to my mother. I could sense glimmer of apprehension. "Well Mom," I said with a shrug, "I'm down if you are. It's always exciting working with a new model. You game?"
She glanced my way, giving me just a moment to see a sparkle in her eye. With a smile, Mom shrugged her shoulders. "The things I do for my kids," she drained her glass in one gulp and nodded.
An hour later, glasses refilled and bellies full, Kelly and I were down in her workspace; our former basement. The walls were newly painted and now holding clippings from various fashion magazines. Several sizing mannequins and sewing machines were residing now where my first dark room used to be. Oh well, C'est la vie.
"They're right over here," she said as she grabbed a rolling garment rack and flipped through the hangers mumbling yes's and no's as she selected her line-up. Finally with a handful, she laid them out on her work station.
"Alright," she sighed. "What do you think?"
"You did all this?" I asked picking up a red summer dress.
"Yup." She fidgeted and sipped her wine. "That's one of my favorites."
I set it down and picked up another. "This is incredible, Kelly."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Absolutely. I'm impressed, seriously. Are you sure you have enough time to size them all to Mom?" I asked.
She smiled. "They shouldn't be too far off as it is. You see that dress form?" she asked pointing to a mannequin embedded with sizing dials. "I call her Lucy."
I raised an eyebrow. "A dummy named after Mom, huh. Let me guess, Mom was your first model."
Kelly smiled proudly. "Yes indeed. Sized it right to her: Course that was a little while back though. I tend to use myself for most of my work now but we aren't too far off from each other," she said as she examined herself in the mirror.
I raised an eyebrow as I held up one of her bikinis. "That's convenient, because you don't really have much room to work with on some of these." She looked up at my reflection as I examined the piece of garb.
"Not ashamed of showing off a little skin, I see." I said.
She smiled. "Hey, you know me. If you got it, flaunt it."
"Well, Mom's gonna' be the one flaunting it so I hope you're okay with that."
She shrugged. "If it sells my goods, I have no problem with her showing hers," she giggled
I couldn't help but roll my eyes as she laughed.
Her eyes softened as she looked at me in the reflection.
"Thank you for doing this, Jason. It means a lot to me," she said. "And, even though she won't say it, it really means a lot to Mom too."
"You're welcome," I said as I hung the clothes back, and then stopped. Something she said was off. "Wait, why do you think it meant a lot to Mom? Isn't she-"
She shook her head, scolding herself as she turned to face me.
"It's nothing," she said. "Forget I said anything."
"Wait a minute Kelly. Come on. What's going on?"
She took a deep breath. "I don't know. It's weird," she said. "It's like... She's just happier when you're around."
"Mom? But she's always happy."
Kelly shrugged. "Honestly, Jason, I'm not sure. I mean she appears to be more so around you, but you're not here most of the time and Dad's here just a little more than that. I think there's something going on between the two of them."
I set down my glass. "You think they're fighting?"
She shook her head. "I don't know... Actually that's not true, I know they are because I can hear the mumbles through the walls, but they never do it in front of me."
"They seemed fine at dinner. I mean, they were acting like they always do."
She looked me in the eye. "Even though they say we are adults, they still try to keep things from us. They want to appear composed, I guess. I don't know what's going on, but I can always feel this tension in the air. Mainly from Dad, to be honest. He comes home late from work, then goes out, then comes home late again. He always spends the night here, but... I don't know what it is. I never see them spend any time together anymore unless you're around." She shook her head in disbelief. "Seriously, it's gotta be frustrating for her. I don't even think they're having sex anymore. They were noisy as hell after you moved out for college, but nothing for the last year."
"Thank you, Kelly. I wasn't expecting to hear about our parents bedside manners, but now I can sleep good tonight."
She smacked my arm. "Jason, I'm serious. I'm concerned for her."
"And not for Dad?" I asked.
She remained silent for a moment, tapping the side of her glass. "Not really." She looked up at me. "I know it's kinda' fucked up to say that, but I feel like he's leaving her high and dry here."
I sighed. "It's an awful lot of speculation."
She shrugged. "You're right, it is." Kelly said. "But I can't explain it any other way. Mom's always the happy-go-lucky one and I wouldn't be surprised if she's the only reason they haven't gotten divorced. She'd want us to stay together as a family."
"You might be right."
"I think I am," she said staring in my eyes. I was surprised not to see any tears. "That's why I think it's good that she's doing this." Kelly stirred her glass. "You realize she wouldn't have said yes if you didn't agree to as well."
"What makes you say that?"
Kelly shrugged. "She just... You're her boy." She took a large swig of her wine.
I smiled, "Thanks Kelly. I'm going to try and not put too much thought into the fact you said our undersexed mother has a thing for me."
"Argh!" Kelly groaned in annoyance. "That's not-"
"No, it's fine. Like water off a duck's back," I said to which she smacked me again.
"You always joke."
"Hey, I can't help it! It's just my thing."
She rolled her eyes then downed the rest of her drink. "Fuck it. Thanks for saying yes," she said as she headed back up the stairs.
I followed suit, but joking aside, the conversation stuck deep in my gut.
*Chapter 2.0*
Between the three of us, we worked out the details for the shoot. Kelly used to style hair and makeup before finding her calling with fashion so we had that covered. For the location, we settled on heading up to a cove north of the city where we'd be able to get some great shots of the waves breaking against the rocks. We went there years ago for a family camping trip so the area was somewhat familiar.
A week passed and the day of the shoot was here. I had a quick gig in Oakland early that morning so I got to the house just before we needed to head out. Our goal was to get both bright sunlight and sunset shots before we called it a day. So far, everything was looking peachy.
"Hellooooo!" I bellowed as I entered the house.
"We're back here," I heard Kelly call.
I found them in the master bath, both sitting on stools facing each other. Mom in a white robe and Kelly in black yoga pants and a pink tank top, focused on applying Mom's mascara.
"Hey Bro. You get my message," she asked focusing on her task.
"No, what's up?"
"Your dad can't make it," Mom said. "His client is having a... I don't really remember. He won't be there."
"Oh well, sucks for him." I checked my watch. "How we doing here?"
"Just finished her hair and I'm just touching up her makeup." Kelly tilted Mom's chin up.
"How's it look?"
I knelt beside them. "Not bad," I said.
"What a charmer," Mom smirked.
I chuckled. "No seriously, you're stunning Mom, you know that. What we need to do now is accentuate her best features. Really make it pop, you know?"
Mom looked up to me. "And what are my best features?"
I gave her a once over, though I really didn't need to. "I'd say... your eyes and lips are the first things that stand out. They're captivating, alluring. Even a natural pout."
"And what about beyond my face?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
I winked. "I'll leave that one to our fashionista here."
Kelly studied Mom's face. "Okay, so focus on the eyes and lips."
"Let me try something," Mom said. She stood up and grabbed her a couple items from her kit. With some quick flicks and gestures, she turned back to us. "Better?"
I studied her one last time. She looked flawless.
"Gorgeous."
She smiled and blew a kiss at me.
"All right, let's pack it up."
Five minutes later, we were in the car.
We couldn't have picked a better day. The sky was partly cloudy with bright pillars of light piercing through any opening it could find. The three of us, in the mean time, were huddled together in my SUV for the hour long drive; me, your friendly driver, Kelly in the back seat flipping through my portfolio, and Mom was in the passenger seat staring out the window as we traveled along the winding coastal highway.
"Damn, Jason you really got a range here," Kelly said.
"What are you talking about?" I replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
"All these crazy photos you've done. Models, Foods, Nature... Is this a riot? Where was there a riot?" She looked up at me.
"It wasn't a riot. It was a protest. I took that one last year when I went to Madrid with Garry and Elliot. I got you that statue, remember?"
"Oh yeah." She looked back to the photos. "It's on my dresser... Holy shit I've seen this one before! You didn't take this!"
Looking back, "Which one?"
"This Lady Gaga one."
I couldn't help but chuckle. "No that's me. They got published and I think that's how you saw it."
"Bull," she said.
"It is! I was friends with an aide and she passed on the recommendation. Kinda like you and your gig. It's all in who you know."
I could see Mom smile from the corner of my eye.
"Wow you must be blowing up then. How many shoots do you do a week now?" Kelly asked.
"It varies. On a busy week, anywhere from five to six. Slow week, one if any. Keep in mind I tend to book things further out than just a week."
"That's it?"
"Well, yeah. That's a lot. There's a lot of work between shoots. Setting up and planning prior, not to mention the time it takes to edit afterward."
Kelly closed the portfolio and bounced in her seat. "So what's the craziest shoot you ever did?"
I looked back to her. "Craziest? What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Whatever," she smirked.
"Craziest..." I had to think. I could see Mom shift in the seat beside me, gaining interest it would seem. "You know, probably that Lady Gaga one."
"Really? That's it? Nothing spicier or anything like that?" I appeared to have disappointed my sister.
"Spicy? Well," I had to think. "I've done a couple swimsuit ones before."
"So swimsuits are considered spicy then?" Mom asked.
"No, not really, but sometimes... I mean..." I looked back at Kelly. "Wait. What do you mean?"
"You know, like lingerie or... *no* lingerie." She giggled.
"What you mean like boudoir?" I asked.
"Yeah. Ever done it?"
I glanced an eye to our mother who chuckled to herself.
"You know I can't say that I have. Never really crossed my mind to be honest with you."
"Bullshit! You totally thought about it."
"Need I remind you that our mother is in the car."
"She said I could cuss."
"That's not what I was getting at." I fidgeted. "I don't think we should talk about this with her here."
"Don't use me to get out of the questions." Mom seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.
Kelly beamed. "See? Mom wants to know!"
"Jeez, what's with you two? Okay so, yes, maybe I have thought about it. Okay. It's just not high on my to-do list. Happy?"
Kelly's brow furrowed. "Why not? If some chick was willing to pay you to take photos of her in the buff, you're telling me you're not interested?"
I looked at her through the mirror. "You know what; I don't feel too comfortable having this conversation right now. Let's change the subject."
She sank in the seat. "Fine, but don't think that I'm going to forget about this."
"I know you won't," I sighed returning my attention to the road. It was a good thing too, as a sharp turn was just ahead. I applied pressure to the brake, though not nearly enough. As we rounded the turn, it felt like gravity pulled at our sides.
"Easy there, Captain," Mom said as she gripped the armrest tightly.
Suddenly, a loud CLANG burst from the back as my equipment banged together followed by the sound of metal rolling around. Something came loose.
"Shit!" I chastised myself. "Kelly can you check to see what that was?"
Kelly rolled her eyes and unclasped her seatbelt.
"Fine," she said. "But try not to stare at my ass."
"No promises," I joked at first but then the rearview mirror earned its name.
There, in the back seat was the surprisingly perfect ass of my sister, framed by her black yoga pants. The bumps in the road spoke to the firmness as she reached for an unknown object. The fabric stretched tightly across her skin, hugging the curve of her buttocks which left me to wonder why there was no panty line.
As if sensing my eyes, she peered back over her shoulder and spotted me in the mirror. She rolled her eyes, and then wiggled her ass. What a little tease.
"Jason," I heard from my right. "If it's not too much trouble, do you mind keeping your eyes on the road."
"Sorry Mom," I said. "But she's-"
"And Kelly, stop teasing a brother."
Kelly returned to her seat. "Okay Mom," she mumbled. Looking back up to the mirror, she stuck out her tongue.
"Everything okay in the back?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I think it was your tripod that fell over. A knob thing came off and was rolling around," she said while holding up the part. "I'll fix it when we get there."
"How much longer is that?" Mom asked.
"Actually, here we are." I said as we pulled off the highway onto a tiny road leading down to the beach.
The beach was spectacular. Large rocks carved into bulbous and jagged shapes defied the waves that beat against them. The surf was choppy, topped with a mist that a strong breeze blew off the tops of the waves before they crashed. Salt lay heavy in the air, fresh and clean and the temperature was just below what would be considered hot. It looked to be a perfect day.
We unpacked quickly, trying to save as much light as we could. I carried the bulk of the equipment; which was primarily the dressing room kit, two large duffle bags, and both my digital and film SLRs. Kelly carried the clothes and Mom just carried a makeup kit for touchups. Had there been anyone to see us, I'm sure we would have been quite the troop as we marched our way along the sand.
"Oh wow, Jason," Kelly said in awe. "This is so beautiful."
I smiled. "Thanks, Sis." I pointed up the hill back towards the car. "The campsite we used to stay at was up over there." I turned to Mom. "Damn, that must have been, what, twelve years ago?"
"Fifteen," she said without looking up. "I almost forgot about it." Mom seemed to laugh as if lost in a memory as she watched the thundering waves.
"Man, that was like a whole other lifetime ago," Kelly said, trudging along ahead, leaving Mom and me behind.
The wind billowed through the air, forcefully pushing against us. I couldn't help but chuckle hoping they didn't spend too much time working on Mom's hair. I turned to ask her when I noticed she was lost in thought.
"Hey Mom," I began. "Doing alright?"
"Hmm?" she said turning back to me, her hair flittering in the breeze. "Sorry. Just thinking."
I smiled. "No worries. How you feeling?"
She scrunched her nose. "A bit nervous, actually. I hope they turn out good."
"Hey, between her clothes, my skills, and your looks; we're gonna blow it away. Don't even stress."
"I know," she said looking down. "It's just... never mind." She shivered, snapping herself out of her train of thought. "So... any pointers?"
"About what? Modeling?"
"No, I was thinking of investing in a tech company and wanted your advice," she said. I remembered now who I got my sarcasm from.
"Oh, okay. Fuck off then," I joked watching her eyes and smile grow big in shock.
"Watch your mouth, young man!" she said laughing as she smacked me in the arm.
"What? Didn't you just say last night it's okay if we swear?" I said.
"No, I said it's okay for your sister. Never said it was okay for you, Buster," she teased. "Now come on now, be serious for a moment. I've never really done this before so what do you suggest I do?"
I shrugged. "Honestly, nothing too far outside of the norm. We aren't going for posh, or glamour; that's not this style. We are going for fun, sassy, with a little bit of sexy." I said showing an inch between my fingers. "I've actually been thinking about it and I think you've the perfect personality to showcase with this line up so basically, just be yourself."
She raised an eyebrow. "Easy to say. So what, no poses or anything?"
I laughed. "Oh we will be doing poses. Just do what you feel inclined to do. Go with your impulse first. If need be, I'll guide you."
She stared into my eyes and sighed. "Okay Mr. Director. I'm all yours," and she smiled.
Kelly turned around as if sensing a lull in the conversation. "So where are we going to do this?"
"Just up ahead. There's this really nice cove around that bend I think would work well."
As we made the turn, the wind almost died as we came upon an incredibly secluded section to an incredibly secluded beach, framed by a large rocky cliff holding the mountain back from the ocean. Large, shimmering boulders lay in the wake firing off immense pillars of water as the waves crashed.
"Oh my God! This is perfect!" chimed my sister, her eyes sparkling.
I smiled back. "Glad you like it. Let's get set up. We got a lot to do with little daylight left."
It didn't take us that long to get all squared away. We set up the dressing room which was quick and easy, and even went as far as to weigh it down with some loose rocks. The wind had picked up and the last thing we wanted was to go chasing into the ocean to grab some shower curtains. Kelly set up her temporary garment rack right next to the room, making sure that all of the dresses and suits were not wrinkled and were ready to wear.
"Okay Mom, here's your first look," Kelly said as she handed her a red polka dot summer dress. "Figure we'd start with a cute one."
Mom smiled and went into the changing room. As she got ready, I inspected my equipment.
"Damnit. Looks like the tripod's busted after all," I said in as I tossed the unit on the sand.
"Is that going to be a problem?" Kelly asked.
I shook my head. "Not really. Probably really wasn't needed anyway, but I always like to have my options. I can fix it back at the studio." I grabbed my Digital. "Almost ready?"
As if on cue, Mom emerged from the dressing room with a "Ta-da!"
I couldn't help but whistle. The dress was adorable, sleeveless and with the skirt falling just below the knee and an almost too deep V for the neck line. At first glance, it seemed a little conservative, and yet, somehow, it crossed the line into flirty. She almost appeared to be painted on a B52.
"So," she said while walking up. "How do you want me?"
"You just do your thing," I said. "You're at the beach. Go play."
With a tilt of her head, she smiled, winked, and then took off running through the shallows, leaving trails of sand and water flying in her wake.
"Oh shit," I said running after her furiously clicking away while Kelly laughed and prepared the next look.
It was one of the best times I've ever had on a shoot. She was an absolute natural with an uncanny ability to switch from pose to pose with ease. We got action shots and power poses and sultry seduction. She'd lay in the sand or jump in the air. Distant shots of her standing on the cliff's edge, or close-ups of her biting her lip while staring at the camera. We went from one dress to another to another and more still. Blouses, skirts, boy and Bermuda shorts. We were like a machine, power changing and clicking away. It was without a doubt the best time I ever had on that beach.
"Good news Big Brother, first looks are done!" Kelly exclaimed as she walked up to me as I reviewed the pictures on the camera.
"That's awesome!" I said looking up. "We got some really solid ones I think you're gonna love." I examined my watch. "Looks like we have about an hour and a half until sunset. I might need you to hold the reflector for me so we can reflect some light if it gets too dark."
"Sure thing," she said. Something was on her mind.
"She changing?" I asked.
Kelly nodded. "Yes sir. She's trying on the first Swimsuit. And actually, about that..."
I powered the camera off. "What's wrong? It doesn't fit?"
"It fits fine. It's just something we really didn't plan for."
"Then what is it? It's too skimpy for mom?"
"Well, no. I mean yes it's pretty revealing, but she doesn't seem to have an issue with wearing it. It's just... She didn't shave down there." Kelly waved her hand in front of her lady parts.
I blinked. "Come again?"
"Look, she's a little embarrassed about it. I told her you can probably fix it when you edit the photos."
"How bad is it?"
She tapped her foot. "I don't think she's ever done it, to be honest. I mean, it's nicely trimmed, but it's still puffing the fabric and... Do you want to see? It's kinda weird with me describing it."
"You think me studying Mom's crotch is less weird?"
She shrugged and laughed. "I really don't know." She looked at me. "Tell you what; she can probably hear us anyway so let me ask her if she's comfortable with you taking a look." She turned and began walking away.
"Whoa! Wait a second!" I said chasing after her but she was already there.
"Mom it's me. Jason's here and I told him about the situation." Kelly said looking at me.
"Oh great," Mom said through the curtain.
Kelly indicated I should speak.
I looked at my sister and shook my head. "Hey mom, it's Jason." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Kelly's saying you're concerned about... Look, we're adults, at least you and I are." Kelly scoffed at my remark. I continued, "Do you want me to take a quick look."
She hesitated. "I don't know."
I shrugged, looking at Kelly. "You know, we got a lot of shots today, and I think some really solid ones. Let's call it a wrap and finish the rest next week."
"No-no-no-no-no!" Kelly stammered. "I can't do that, these need to be in by Tuesday."
"Sorry Kiddo," I said to Kelly.
We heard Mom sigh. "Honey, it's fine. I'll just take care of it in here. Do you have any scissors or something?"
"Yeah, I have-" Kelly's eyes went wide. "Shit," she said scurrying to her kit. "God damn it!" She began to rip through her tiny pink bag.
"Kelly, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm an idiot, that's what," she said. She stopped and looked up at me. "I fucking left them on the counter."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
Her lips tightened. "Yup," she nodded. "I remember setting them down after final touch ups." She laughed at herself. "I even made a mental note to put them in the bag. Fucking rookie."
Mom's voice carried over to us again. "Look, it's not a big deal. I can just tuck it in or something." I had to shake my head. Never thought the three of us would be having a critical conversation about Mom's pubic hair.
Now, don't ask me how, but for some reason that sparked an idea.
"Oh shit," I said softly. "I think I got something."
Kelly looked up, deflated.
"What?"
"I got a bag in my car."
"You carry scissors with you?"
"No," I said. "But it is an emergency kit, so to speak."
Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"
"Sorry. That's what my college buddies called it." I shook my head. "I got an overnight bag with a shaving kit. It might be a little closer than what you prefer Mom, but I think it will take care of our little problem."
Kelly's eyes sparkled. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," I turned to the changing room. "Would you be okay with that Mom?"
It was somewhat odd asking your mother if she would have any qualms with an impromptu pussy shave. What an interesting day.
I could hear her sigh, then "I guess we don't really have a choice."
Kelly's smile lit up her face. "Mom, you are the freakin' best!" she chimed. "I'm gonna go grab the kit," she said as she turned.
A sudden flash of realization hit me. I kept more in that bag than a shaving kit.
"Kelly," I started, "Why don't you let me-"
"I got it, Jason," she said. "I should take some stuff up to the car anyway. I'll be back in a jiffy." She grabbed a bundle of clothes and started trotting up to the car.
"Kelly!" I said as I attempted to catch up with her. "That's not the only thing I keep in the bag. It's an *overnight* kit."
She stopped and turned back smirking. "Really now?"
I rolled my eyes. "Let me just-"
"Oh no," she said. "I got it. You stay with Mom and make sure you get the settings ready."
Though I had nothing but time to kill and the settings were locked, I knew I couldn't talk her out of it.
I shook my head as I handed her the keys. "Should be under the passenger seat. Little black bag."
"Nice," she beamed. "Be right back."
In less than five minutes, she was back, running up like she was clearing home plate after a grand slam.
"She still in there?" she asked.
"No Honey," Mom said as she stepped out, wrapped in a towel. "Getting a little claustrophobic."
"No worries, Mom." She held up the kit, a small black bag half the size of a shoebox. "Guess what I got?"
Mom eyed the bag with her hands on her hips. "Fan-tastic," she said rich with sarcasm. "So now the awkward part..." Her fingers drummed against her hips. "... I've never really shaved myself before."
Kelly and I tilted our heads. To be honest, I had no response. It never even occurred to me in this situation to ask her experience level.
"Really?" Kelly asked. "Not even in college?"
Mom shook her head. "I just keep it, you know, trimmed." She waved her hand over her privates. I chuckled knowing now where Kelly gets these gestures.
"Wow, Mom," Kelly said. "You're a little more reserved than I thought. Not even a wax?"
"No, I've done that, but it's not an option right now is it?" she said.
"I guess not," Kelly sighed. "So do you want me to do it?"
My face had to look dumbstruck. What in God's name is going on here?
"Oh no, Kelly. That's quite alright. I just need to know... you know what? Forget I said anything. Gimme the kit." Mom reached out.
"Mom, it's okay. I don't mind. I mean I'd rather do it for you than have you accidentally cut yourself out here."
"Kelly..." Mom started.
My sister tucked the kit under her arm. "Tell you what; let's just go over behind those big rocks there near the water. We will have some nice privacy and Jason will stay way the hell away. You can do most of it, but I will be there to help for the tough spots."
Mom looked to me.
I shrugged and waved them away. "Hey, you girls do your thing. I'm just here to take pictures."
Mom looked down and shook her head.
"Oh fuck it," she said. "Not a word of this gets back to your father, you two." She pointed a stern finger at my sister and I as she walked behind the rocks.
"Scouts honor," I called out watching my sister skip off behind her.
I tried to busy myself checking and double checking cameras and settings. The lenses were ready and clear. The ISO was perfect. Plenty of room left my memory card. It had now become blatantly obvious that all I have now been doing was killing time. Problem is, that's what I needed to do. I needed to kill time, toll away moments, because any time I stop for a second, my mind instantly went to what was happening on the other side of those rocks. And with the way the day had turned out, dark thoughts corrupted my imagination.
My mother, more than likely laying down in the sand, or perhaps sitting on a large rock, her legs spread and bathing suit bottoms removed. Her eyes fixed on my sister between her thighs. Kelly's fingers holding tight the sensitive skin of Moms loins. I imagine her face close enough to smell the woman that she is. A razor gently sliding through the foam on her soft skin in hushed scrapes.
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Luna Tideswimmer growled angrily at her wall. She wasn't particularly angry at the wall, just what was on the other side of it, specifically a floozy husky and probably another female. Luna shuddered with disgust and turned off her television set, she had had enough of the disgusting acts taking place next door as she listened to that female husky scream particularly loud. Luna had moved into this apartment building with the expectation that the neighbors would leave each other alone much less disturb one another their sexual exploits at 7 AM in the morning.
Luna was a sea otter from the west coast and had just turned 26. She stood around 5 feet 9 inches and had a fur coat of light brown with brown eyes. She was fairly plain looking and was well aware of the fact, dressing conservatively to cover it up. She was born to a very rich family that was highly conservative and old-fashioned. Luna's ancestors had made a fortune farming pearls and precious metal extraction from the sea floor. Luna herself ran the family operation in this part of the country and had made a name for herself from the successful ocean tide electrical generators her company had just installed in an unused part of the city harbor that supplied power to well over half the city.
Luna had moved into her apartment here the same day the husky next door had. The two promptly ignored one another but Luna had been unable to overlook the fact that the husky was a lesbian and allowed her disgust show through anytime she had to interact with her neighbor. The mere thought of two females being together like that made Luna's stomach churn.
Luna scowled in disgust at the moaning coming from next door and stormed to her door intent on interrupting whatever was happening next door and giving that wench a piece of her mind. She threw open the latch and opened the door, charged down the hallway with fire in her eyes. Luna slammed her fist on the husky's door three times; knocking so hard her paw throbbed with pain that only fueled her anger more.
"O...one mi-minute!" came the answer from somewhere in the apartment with what sounded like shuffling and scrambling.
Luna growled angrily and slammed on the husky's door again, harder this time. "Come on! I have words for you!"
Luna listened closely and heard the faint sounds of the chain being taken off the door and the lock turned open. The door opened slowly revealing the female husky wearing a simple pink bathrobe that did nothing to preserve her modesty. A strange scent also wafted from the husky's apartment; pine, and lemon, and sherbet all at once, all the things that Luna adored and it seemed to dull her anger, but not enough to quell her rage.
"Listen here, I'm sick of all the noise you make in here! I want it to stop; in fact, I want you to stop bringing your girls here so you can screw them!" Luna fumed at the husky. The husky seemed upset and distraught by Luna's rant which only bade Luna on. "You floozy!"
The husky blushed under her fur and opened the door wider, "You...uh, heard all that?"
"Yes and it's absolutely disgusting! Two females should not mate like you so think they should!" Luna was now firmly on top of her soapbox, her rant in full swing. "It is unnatural and horrible enough what you do. It is even more so that you subject others to your wild screams and debauched sex life. You should just move out and go somewhere else where they like that in a neighbor!"
"If...if it helps any, I was watching the TV. My name is Sylvari by the way. You have no right to speak to me in such a way, I can do what I please in my home," the husky answered quietly.
"Oh yeah? The TV was on, hm? What channel, what sort of sick program are you watching? I bet you have a hussy in here right now!" Luna seemed to want enter the apartment for some reason, something was pulling her subconscious strings. Luna reasoned that she wanted to find the other female inside and embarrass the husky even further. She pushed in and raced into the apartment fury flaring the otteress's eyes.
"Hey, you can't just come in here!" Sylvari stumbled after the otteress clumsily, as if she wasn't used to walking on her own feet-paws.
Luna simply ignored her realizing her anger was melting away with the overpoweringly lovely smells in the apartment. Luna desperately clung to her anger as her head started to swim as she assaulted through the apartment, the husky hot on her heels. Luna burst into the husky's bedroom and saw...nothing. There was the faint smell of sex in the room, overpowered by the delicious odor, but no one was in the bed as she thought there would be.
Sylvari ran into the room right behind Luna only to find the otteress staring dully at the empty room. "I told you I was alone, now get out."
Luna looked around, her head swimming and she turned to look at the husky. Her gaze stopped dead as she took in what the husky really looked like. She had long black hair and a perfect body shape, nice breasts that were hardly concealed by the flimsy bathrobe. She had long, perfect digigrade legs and beautiful eyes that seemed to pull Luna in and refuse to let her go. Luna realized somewhere in her mind that she was not concealing her ogling very well, but found that the majority of her mind didn't care.
"Listen, no one is here and I'll keep the TV down. Just leave, I want to be alone today!" Sylvari growled lowly, and then stopped. The otteress seemed spaced out and was definitely giving her a once over. A dawning realization came to Sylvari, her new pheromones were working overtime on the otteress and she had to get Luna out quickly before the female took complete leave of her senses.
Sylvari went and grabbed the female by the shoulders and started walking Luna back to the front door. Luna shook her head and looked down and finding herself treated to a view of the husky's breasts as she let herself be guided out of the bedroom. They were perfect and incredibly attractive, Luna though, the fact that she was repulsed by other females somehow slipping by her. She reached up with one paw and grasped Sylvari's breast and squeezed gently.
Sylvari jumped at the touch and looked down quickly finding the otteress's forepaw burrowing beneath the bathrobe she wore and squeezing lightly on her breast. The grasp sent shocks of pleasure rising through Sylvari and she stopped dead in her tracks. Sylvari felt her own paw slipping down and grasping the otteress's own breast.
Luna stepped in front of Sylvari and slowly let her paws undo the knot that kept the bathrobe held together. Sylvari shrugged the robe off her shoulders and pressed her body against the otteress. Luna looked up at Sylvari and brought her lips to the huskies and the two kissed long and deep, their tongues dancing and entwining with one another's.
Slowly the two females slipped down to the floor, Sylvari's paws unbuttoning the otteress's blouse and sliding the shirt off of her shoulders. Next the paws dipped down to the hem of Luna's work pants and slid them off of her body. Luna broke the kiss and realized she was down to just her underwear. The last vestige of her rational mind yelled at her to stop, that she wasn't a lesbian but the lust driven part hushed it up and returned her attention to the deliciously seductive husky in front of her.
Reaching back Luna undid her bra clasp and let the garment fall to the floor. She leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Sylvari's neck trailing more kisses down to the husky's cleavage and up onto her right breast. Luna looked up and felt Sylvari's paws cup her head and slowly guided her mouth to the already erect nipple. Luna sighed and then kissed the nipple in front of her, latching onto it and started suckling lightly. She was surprised when something leaked from the husky's teat; sweet milk that seemed to set her on fire. Luna suckled longer drawing more and more milk that started a fire deep inside her that slid along her spine coming to rest in her nethers.
Sylvari finally guided the otteress's head away and back upwards where the two once again shared a deep, passionate kiss. Sylvari ran her paws down the otteress body, stopping to cup the small B cup breasts that resided on the otters' chest. Syl's paws wandered down and grasped the thin fabric of the otteress's panties and pulled. Luna let a small eep escape her lips as she felt her last bit of clothing simply torn away, and suddenly she was on her back as Sylvari ground her pussy lips against Luna's.
Luna gasped and bucked against the husky on top of her and the otters' paw found its way to the husky's breast, squeezing and massaging it. A small amount of that wonderful milk leaked onto Luna's paw and she sucked greedily at it. Sylvari began to moan and grind harder and harder into the female below her.
Luna gasped as she felt something poke at her pussy; it had felt like something ethereal was trying to gain entrance into her. The otteress gasped again as the thing poked and prodded repeatedly at her secret place, Luna's mind beyond making the connection that the husky's moans of pleasure coincided with the prodding at her lips. Slowly, at first, the thing slipped into the otteress, squirming and gyrating as it slid deeper and deeper into her. Luna gasped and grabbed onto Sylvari's hips trying to pull the husky more solidly onto herself. The thing inside Luna twisted and squirmed deep into her uterus touching every part of her insides. Sexual juices stared to flow freely from both females as their moans began to sync for every twitch of the strange appendage buried inside the otteress Luna and Syl cried out in ecstasy.
Syl reached down and started to massage and grope the small otter's breasts speaking as the strange tentacle slide farther and farther into the female beneath her. Sylvari suddenly became innately aware of the female beneath her, feeling her succubae powers start to flow in the otteress through the tentacle that now began to pull the egg from Sylvari's womb. As the tendril breached Luna's cervix and started to curl into her womb and attach to itself to the walls of its new home. The otteress gave a gasp of delight as Syl focused her transformative powers on Luna's body by mere instinct.
Luna gasped as the thing inside her slid deeper than any male had before. She felt what seemed like electricity flowing from it and straight into her body. Sylvari began grinding and moving faster, digging into Luna harder and massaging the small otter tits more quickly. Suddenly all the energy started to coalesce around her Luna's tits. Strange and powerful pleasures began to roll out from Luna's breasts sinking into her brain as the otter squirmed and arched her back. Beneath Sylvari's finger Luna's breasts started to glow with a bluish light. The otteress's breasts began to grow, slowly at first then more quickly as Sylvari felt her own orgasm near. Luna's breasts expanded one, then two cup sizes going from a small B to a very generous D cup.
Luna felt her breasts expand underneath the husky's paws and cried out as her whole body clenched from the pleasure that swept through her. Her back arched and juices poured out of her slit as the orgasm crashed through Luna's body robbing her mind of even forming simple pictures, all she knew was the whitewash of immense ecstasy.
Sylvari also threw her head back as the demonic egg spread her lips wide, pulling itself into the female otter. Syl pushed her lips hard against the otteress's and felt the egg start to crown both in her and in Luna as it pulled into her. Slowly Syl's lips closed with a pop and wave after wave of orgasmic rapture tore Syl's mind asunder. After being denied the release she craved by the demoness's assaults on her this orgasm was nirvana.
Luna started to come down off of her first orgasm when she felt Syl press hard onto her, her own lips spreading wide and taking something large in. Luna again threw her head back as the thing somehow seemed to pull on her womb and gain entrance into her uterus. Luna writhed and moaned as whatever it was crawled into her spreading her out as it slid deeper and deeper, following the ghost appendages previous travels. The thing slowed as it bumped her cervix sending off another wave of sublime pleasure. Luna was vaguely aware that her cervix opened and the large object simply popped into her womb and then it felt like it detonated.
Sylvari watched from her orgasmic afterglow as the small bump in Luna's belly crept up and up, slowing only once and setting Luna into another fire of pleasure. Suddenly, with one last movement the small bump under the otteress skin vanished and Luna's entire being was engulfed in a low blue light. The otteress's eye flew open to reveal them changing from brown to a vibrant green. Luna's claws, nipples and nether lips shifted from a natural light brown color to a vibrant green as well. Even the otteress's brown headfur shifted from plain dark brown to a glowing, viridian. Luna's entire body shifted becoming slightly taller and becoming much more attractive with curves blossoming in all the right places.
Slowly the blue light shifted to green and withdrew into the Luna. She opened her eyes once, locking them onto Sylvari's with nothing but a deep needy love present in them and then simply passed out. Sylvari collapsed on top of the inert otter herself too worn to do much more than wrap her arms around her new servant and drift off to sleep. | Sylvari's Demon: Conversions by Sylvari | [
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We got off the plane, me still reeling from hard sexual use during the flight. The driver who met us whisked us into his stretch limo very quickly. Even faster than that, my Masters had me stripped and servicing them in the car. I think they were tired from the flight, too, because I sucked them all a bit, and Master Chris came in my ass again, but then they settled me down between Master Chris and Master Josh and just sort of petted me and let me doze.
When I woke up, the car was stopped. Master Chris made me kneel in front of him. He held my head tightly in his hands.
"You must not speak the whole time we are here. If you do, you will be punished, more than you're used to. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do anything they order you to do, like it's coming from one of us. It's going to be a challenging weekend. Remember, you can stop this at any time. Even after we go in, you can stop the whole thing. Do you want to stop now?"
"No, Master."
He kissed me and laid his finger across my lips.
"All right then, no more talking, not a single word, until we're back in the car on the way back to the airport. And, obey!"
I nodded.
"Good girl."
He petted my hair and got out of the car. I waited until he snapped his fingers and then I exited after him, while the other Masters got out on the opposite side. I was still naked. I figured if Master Chris was ordering me out, it was OK for me to be naked.
It was very hot, so I wasn't sorry to be naked, though I hoped I wouldn't be kept in the direct sun for too long. I didn't have a chance to look around because as soon as I got out of the car, he ordered me to kneel. I obeyed right away, seeing he was standing by a blue velvet cushion that was clearly meant for me.
"Welcome, Mr. Matthews! Mr. Astin! Mr. Morgan! So glad you could join us for the weekend."
I heard a snap of fingers and felt someone fastening a heavy chain around my neck.
"For the weekend, her number will be 17 and everyone will refer to her as such. It keeps the confusion down when there are so many slaves around."
Looking down I could sort of see a round pendant on the heavy chain with the number 17 in my upside-down vision.
"And did you still want to allow full access for the staff?"
"Yes, feel free to use her as you see fit."
"You are most generous, Mr. Matthews, Mr. Astin, Mr. Morgan."
He did a sort of slight bow to each of them.
"Would you like to rest and freshen up a bit? You'd indicated you wouldn't join us for dinner tonight but we'll have your midnight snack ready for you, which should be at a comfortable time for you given the time difference."
"Yes, thanks, I think we'd all like to go to our rooms for a bit. What about...?"
"Oh, we'll take her to her cell and get her settled in. We'll bring her to you when she's ready."
"Thanks."
"Gregory?"
The man who had greeted us snapped his fingers. Apparently, Gregory needed no additional instruction. My Masters walked away with him and left me kneeling in the sun with the man.
I felt his hand lift my chin, forcing my head up. I kept my eyes down, not daring to look him in the eyes. That seemed like the right thing to do.
"Good girl. You have no name here, but we will call you 17. Did your Masters explain the rules to you, 17?"
I wasn't sure. Master Chris had told me not to speak. He told me to obey them. I wasn't sure if there was more than that.
"Excellent, you already know not to speak. I'll go over them again just to be sure there are no misunderstandings. You are brought here as a slave to serve your Masters. Slaves here do not speak. If you speak, you will be punished. If there is something you must communicate, write a note. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Good. Slaves here are obedient. We do not tolerate brats. We do not tolerate delays. Lie face down on the ground."
I had been wondering if he'd test me. My Masters like to make me hold positions, so I was listening and ready. I immediately prostrated myself on the ground at his feet. The cement was hot, so I was glad his next order was to stand with my hands behind my head. I immediate got up and stood very still, arms high, legs spread, looking in the distance over his head. I felt his hands lift my breasts and stroke my ass.
"Bend over."
Still with my legs spread, I put my hands on the ground in front of me. I felt his fingers enter me from behind and pump a few times.
"Wet already. Well, you're better trained than most of the slaves we get here. Stand up. Look at me."
I got to see him for the first time. Maybe early 40s, everything very trim - hair, teeth, body - all very even and precise. Piercing blue eyes, which always made me swoon a bit. A diamond in his left ear.
"There's one more rule for you. Some Masters here are very possessive of their slaves, but other Masters like their slaves to be used. Which kind of Masters do you think you have?"
I didn't need to speak; he saw in my face that I understood what he meant.
"Yes, the pendant with your number is a circle. That tells the staff that they are free to use you anytime it won't interfere with your duties to your Masters. If the pendant is a square, that means the slave is off limits to anyone unless their Master specifically orders it. So let's get started. Follow me, crawling on your hands and knees."
He turned and moved towards an open door set in a stone doorway. I hit the ground and crawled after him as fast as I could, but the paving stones were rough on my knees. We were in some sort of small office with a desk. The man unzipped his pants and pulled out an enormous, thick cock, already glistening at the tip.
"Suck all three of us."
I heard two more people enter and unzip as I knelt there, leaving me encircled by these men. This was unusual, because even though my Masters had shared me with hundreds of men over the last few months, one of them was always there watching over things. I felt abandoned and very vulnerable. I must have hesitated too long as I thought this, because I felt a smack on my ass from one of the newcomers. I set to sucking the man with the earring first, choking as he rammed his cock deep in my throat. The newcomers came up on either side of me, so I jerked their cocks as I sucked. I was very skilled at oral sex by now, and skilled at working multiple guys at once, so I got them off pretty quickly. They looked pleased as they held out their cocks for me to lick clean. I stayed on my knees, awaiting further instruction.
"Good gir. Those are the only rules, no talking and do what you're told, including fucking anyone who works here. I will warn you, though, that no matter how well trained you are, you will probably be punished for something. Stand up. Manacles!"
The newcomers, guards I guess, took heavy metal manacles off their belts and put one around each wrist and ankle. The wrist manacles were connected by a heavy chain.
"Before you go in, take a look at where your Masters have brought you. You can look around."
They took me out of the small office and showed me the building I was about to enter. No, not a building. I looked up and my jaw dropped. We were at a castle. In the middle of what I had been told by the airlines was Texas, though I hadn't seen any of it on the ride over. A huge, stone, storybook castle.
"This castle was brought over from Scotland, stone by stone. Including the dungeons. That's where you'll be staying."
He snapped his fingers again and I felt the guards pull me forward by the arms, marching me into the castle. It was hard to walk with the manacles on my ankles, and more than once they had to steady me on the rough floors. We headed down stairs and more stairs almost right away, though a maze of stone corridors. Eventually one more long stairway took us to a corridor lined with barred cells. I snuck glances to the side as they walked me down to a cell. I could see other naked women in some cells. Some were chained to the floor, some were chained to the walls, some were "free" in the cells. We stopped at cell number 17; they unlocked the door using a huge metal key from a big ring they had picked up as we entered the cell block.
They pushed me in, but not hard. I thought they might chain me up right away to the wall, but they ordered me to sit on the stone bench formed into the wall. Another man entered the cell and put a wooden tray down with some wooden bowls. After he set them down, he whipped out his dick and made me suck him, and by the time I was done with him, the guards who escorted me were recharged and wanted blowjobs before they left. I could tell there were going to be a lot of blowjobs during my stay here.
"Eat while you can. Sleep while you can. They'll be coming for you soon. There's a latrine hole in the corner. Water's in the bucket."
They left, still leaving me hobbled by chains and cuffs, but at least I was able to eat. The food was simple - bland chicken, steamed vegetables - but there was a good amount of it. It was actually a nice change for me to be totally alone, and to eat a meal without someone groping me or fingering me or even outright fucking me while I was trying to chew and swallow. Having eighteen Masters means there's almost always someone who wants a piece of me.
There were stone walls between the cells, so I couldn't see the neighbors on either side, but I could see out through the bars across the front. A tiny woman with long, straight, bleach blonde hair checked me out from the cell right across, seemingly unconcerned with the thick chain around her neck. On her right, a tall Asian woman was stretched out on her stone bench, a chain from her ankle to the wall. To the left of the blonde, a strawberry blond with short curly hair was curled up in a bed on the floor; she appeared to be unchained.
I had a similar bed in the corner of the cell. It reminded me of one of those big dog beds. At least it wasn't just straw on the floor, even if there wasn't a blanket or pillow. I used the latrine hole, grateful that the medieval castle thing still included a roll of toilet paper. I curled up and sort of pulled the sides of the bed over me as best I could and fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I awoke to two different guards pulling my head up by my long brown hair.
"Get up, slave. Time to serve your Master."
I was a little groggy and jet lagged, so I wasn't moving quickly. A swat on my ass with a cane woke me the rest of the way up, fast. They laughed as my face contorted with pain.
They hustled me down the corridor and up a few stairways. We ended up in a shower room that had better plumbing than I would have expected after the latrine hole. A shower head came down from the ceiling and a bar hung on chains below it. They disconnected the bar at one end from the chains and slide the bar through one of the links in the chain between my wrists, then reconnected the bar. I could tell they did this a lot. There were chains set into the floor near the drain hole, and they attached those to the manacles on my ankles, leaving my legs spread wide. Someone hoisted the bar above my head, so I was stretched up but still held to the floor by the chains. Suddenly water rained down from above. At least it was tepid, not freezing. A guard threw a bucket of soapy water on me and then two guards came at me with brushes and washing mitts, like I was a car at a car wash. They scrubbed everything, and I mean everything. The brushes weren't too harsh, but they were wielded harshly.
As I was being scrubbed, I noticed a few other women being brought in by pairs of guards and chained like I'd been chained. They didn't seem to be scrubbed as harshly as I was being scrubbed, though. I figured maybe they weren't on the "all you can eat" menu for the staff. Meanwhile my guards had reached my cunt and ass and were practically fucking me with their brushes.
"What's this tattoo on her pussy, the 18 and the chain? Isn't she 17?"
As a symbol of my slavery, I had agreed they could tattoo their mark on me, on my pubic bone.
"Yeah, I looked at her file. Can you believe it? This slut has 18 Masters!"
"Shit, how does that work?"
They looked at me. I kept my eyes averted.
"Do they all fuck you at once?"
Of course I couldn't fuck all 18 at exactly the same time, but they rode trains on me pretty much every day. Is that want they wanted to know? It wasn't like I could give them lurid details when I was forbidden to speak.
WHACK
Another cane stroke to my but, this one so hard I couldn't breath for a minute.
"I asked you if they all fuck you at once, slave. Answer me!"
I nodded vigorously.
"So you're used to double penetration? Triple penetration?"
I nodded again.
They unchained my ankles but hauled me up a bit higher, so I was barely touching the ground with my toes. One of them came at me from the rear, pushing in hard and fast. As soon as he was in deep, the other guard entered me from the front. They rocked me back and forth, groping my ass and tits.
"Oh, yeah, your holes are used to this, aren't they, slut?"
I nodded quickly.
"Do you like this? Were you feeling lonely going so many hours with cocks in you?"
I nodded again. Maybe not lonely, but it was a rather long break compared to a typical day.
The guard in back spasmed and came, clutching my hair as he did. The guard in front pulled me off the floor and onto him. He was strong and was able to bounce me, hard, as he drove his cock into me. He came after a few minutes of that.
After that, they went back to scrubbing me. I felt like I was missing a thin layer of skin as they deluged me again to rinse me off.
Next they brought out some sort of hose with a nozzle at the end and put the nozzle into my cunt. They didn't put a scrub brush in me, but the back guard used his hand to make sure the water completely cleaned out my vagina. The front guard lowered the bar until I had enough slack that he could push me into a squat. I felt something metallic force itself into my ass and start filling me with water. OK, I was used to enemas. Some of my Masters really got off on them and could torment me for hours with them. The guards were simply doing a thorough cleaning. The towels they used to dry me were soft, but wielded like sandpaper.
Clean and dry, my wrists were chained behind me and I was pushed into another room. This one was very un-dungeon like; it reminded me of a dressing room for a play. There were stools with mirrors and good lighting. Some of the other slaves from the shower room were having their hair and makeup done. They were mostly done, but I guess my shower rape had slowed down my preparations a bit. I didn't get seriously molested again as they got me ready, but the stylists and makeup artists pinched and groped me anytime they weren't busy doing something else.
Someone stuck his head into the room and said they were ready for us. We were hauled up and led into a large room with four carts. The surface of the cart was mostly flat except for two wedge shapes jutting up, with a v-shaped section taken out of one end by the wedges. Our arms were unchained and then one by one they lifted us onto the carts. Our legs were braced on the wedges, leaving our pussies exposed and pushed right up to the point of the V. Our ankles were chained at the base of the wedges and an extra strap went around our thighs, locking our sex into place. Our wrists were chained over our heads, spread as wide as possible, and a strap went over our chests, just under our breasts, locking our tits into place. Another strap went over our foreheads, locking our heads into place. We were totally immobilized.
They wheeled us into a noisy room, the kitchen, which was the most modern room we'd seen yet. As soon as we were brought in, we were surrounded by a small army of chefs. Small bowls and plates were set on various parts of our body - our stomachs, our shoulders, between our tits. Other dishes were placed around us on the surface of the cart. In just a few minutes, we were transformed into living buffet tables.
"Don't breathe heavily" we were warned.
And they still weren't done. Another chef came by and drizzled chocolate sauce in what I guessed was an artistic pattern over the parts of our bodies that weren't already covered with dishes. Someone else piped dollops of something - cream? - on our tits. I felt fingers probing inside me and felt something, some things, small and round and cold, slipped into my cunt before my labia were covered in cream. I think the whole thing was done in less than five minutes before they wheeled us away.
Again we were cautioned to keep perfectly still and silent, no matter what happened. The threat of that fucking cane was obvious.
I was the first one pushed into a large hall with a fireplace at one end. All I could see was the ceiling, which was high and made of stone.
"Ah, there she is."
My three Masers clustered around me, looking down on my bound and laden body.
"Holy shit, you weren't kidding that this was something we had to see to believe!" said Master Josh.
"Gentlemen, enjoy your Midnight Snack. If you would like us to clean her up for your further use, please don't hesitate to ask."
"Of course, thank you!"
The cart wheels locked into place and I heard a button click and felt my platform lower to something like a table height. My Masters began sampling the various dishes distributed on my naked body. I couldn't really see what they were eating because they usually picked something up and then sat back in overstuffed easy chairs to eat. It smelled good, and a few times one Master would dip his fingers into a dish and then put them in my mouth for me to suck clean.
As they finished each bowl or plate, a naked woman wearing a rope harness swooped in and carried the empty serving dishes away, until I was left with only the dessert sauces and creams and fruit. The button clicked and the platform went higher, bringing me to a convenient height for Master Chris and Master Tom to lean over and suck the cream off my tits. They also lapped at the chocolate sauce a bit. Master Josh went for the cream on my pussy, licking the trail of it to my cunt. His tongue probed inside me, flicking out one of the things that had been inserted. He chewed and swallowed and sighed happily.
"What are they?" asked Master Chris.
"Best grapes ever!" said Master Josh.
He probed me again, sucking the grapes out of me and enjoying each one tremendously. When it seemed they were all gone, he put his fingers in and searched around, like a kid making sure he got the last of his favorite treat out of the jar.
"Well, that was fun!" said Master Tom.
"Yeah, this place is fucking amazing. Just wait until tomorrow!" said Master Chris.
"Well, I'm beat tonight. I'm ready for bed. What do we do about her?" asked Master Josh.
Just as he finished his question, the man who had presented me was at my side.
"Would you gentlemen like her cleaned up and brought to your rooms or should we send her back to the dungeon?"
"Oh, I love how that sounds," laughed Master Chris. "To the dungeon with her! We'll see you in the morning, 17."
They each caressed my face or hair or tit and left me in the care of the waiter/guard. Care. Right.
The other parties were also breaking up. Two women were wheeled off in one direction, one was wheeled in a different direction, and I was taken to the kitchen.
"Dessert's here!" shouted my guard.
The wheels locked in place again. The height of the table was adjusted again, and a line of men formed by the foot of my platform. Without another word, a man unzipped, walked into the V between my legs and started fucking me. When he came, the rest of the men cheered. He pulled out, bringing his used condom with him, which he deposited on my belly. As soon as he was gone, another positioned himself between my thighs and plunged in.
While he was fucking me, I realized someone had set up a small step ladder by my head. Another man used the stool to mount my platform and then mount my face, forcing his cock into my throat. When he came, the spunk was trapped in the condom, so no dessert for me tonight. But when he was done, he placed the used condom in the v between my tits.
I don't know how long the train ran. I don't know if I passed out or just drifted off to sleep, but the next thing I was aware of was the absence of penetration and the movement of the platform as I was wheeled back into the shower room. I wouldn't know how many men fucked me except for the condoms counted out by my guards before they unfastened me from the table.
"34 in her mouth, 41 in her cunt. Damn. Is that the most men who've fucked you at one time?"
I shook my head.
"More than 50 at once?"
I nodded.
"More than 60?"
I shook my head no.
"51? 52?"
I nodded at 51, and shook my head at 52. My Masters had brought me into the locker room of their soccer club and tied me to a bench while 51 guys ran a train on me.
"I've worked here three years now, and you are the biggest slut I've ever seen. If your Masters leave enough time tomorrow, I will personally make sure you get fucked by every man who works here. That's over a hundred men."
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Emily came to my rescue. "Ok, that's enough, you two. I'll take over with that." She nudged me aside. I carefully found a clean spot on the messy, wet towel that I had been using to wipe my brother's sperm from his arm and hand, and passed it to her. It was hard to read the look on her face just then. Scolding, perhaps?
My 19-yearld younger brother had just put on a show for me and my best friend in the family room of my parents' house. He had made such a mess on himself that, while embarrassed to be totally nude myself, I knew that I had to go get a towel to start cleaning him so that he wouldn't stain the sofa.
When I stood to race for the towel, I thought for sure I had caught my friend Emily with her own dress hiked up, right there where he could have seen.
The room itself was filled with the mixed scents of our arousal. I hoped it would pass before my parents got home, but I was too inexperienced back then to have any way of knowing for sure.
Then I had made the innocent mistake, while trying to start cleaning him, of taking his wet hand into mine.
Emily took the towel and looked down at my kid brother as he lay bare on the couch. I was so grateful for her interruption. She must have seen how the simple act of touching his hand with mine, and wiping his fingers clean with the damp cloth, had unsettled me deeply.
Oh dear God, that feeling. It was not lust, it was not sexual, joining our hands together that way.
It was ... intimate.
And I think she was as surprised as me when that simple short contact had stirred Jordan's flagging erection to life.
Yes, ok, I admit, I had gotten a kick out of watching my younger brother masturbate. Yes, I knew he enjoyed pleasuring himself to his orgasm while I watched him. These were naughty things for a brother and sister to do. But they were different – a game. This was ... well, I didn't know what it was. It would take me some time to sort it out. I hadn't foreseen that things would get complicated like this.
As these thoughts wove themselves through my mind, I quietly pulled my panties back up, and my pink boy-shorts, and adjusted my top.
I sat heavily in the overstuffed chair, Jordan now the only one nude in the room. Emily was wiping the rivulets of his cum from his other arm, leaning over his bare body to reach it. His resurgent erection was still painfully evident, the tip of it brushing every so often against her soft yellow dress.
"Down boy," she giggled, "don't you dare make a mess on this dress." As she said this, she teasingly drew the wet cloth across his hardness, causing it to jump. "Ooh," she teased as she watched it move, "that's fun!"
"If you don't want a mess on your dress, miss, you'd better stop doing that," he retorted.
I smiled as I watched them play. "Oh really!?" she teased. "Is that going to make you come again?"
Dragging the nasty wet cloth slowly one more time from his testicles, along his hard shaft and past the tip, she dropped the cum-laden towel abruptly on his belly. "I'm going to go wash my hands," she announced then, and off she went to the powder room with a smile and a spring in her step.
My little brother was just wiping the last of his climax from his belly and chest when Emily returned. His erection was still there, undiminished. She went back to the couch and sat down on the edge near his shoulder. The soft curve of her bottom, underneath the yellow print dress, was just inches away from his face. She had brought a clean hand towel, and it looked like one half of it was nearly soaking wet, the other half dry.
"Let me help you with that," she said, and she leaned toward him and without further ado began gently massaging his erect penis with the wet part of the cloth. He let out a soft groan. He moved a hand behind her, resting it against her rounded behind.
She gently removed it, but without changing the motion her other hand was softly tracing with the warm towel on his penis. Then she turned her face toward his and said with mock sternness, "now, warn us this time before you're about to shoot off, so we don't have the same problem again."
Without answering, Jordan closed his eyes and stretched his arms behind his head, letting them dangle over the arm of the couch, while my best friend played with his hardness.
My own swirling confusion of a few moments ago started to calm as I watched him enjoy a hand job from someone other than his own sister. Now, instead, I felt like a voyeur, as though I were peeping in on a private touch between lovers. The conflicts receding, they were replaced, as I watched his sensual enjoyment, by the simple old feelings of naughtiness that had made our game seem like just innocent fun.
With Jordan's eyes firmly closed and Emily focused on the hardness beneath her fingers, I let my hand slip gently under my clothing to touch my own rising need. Slowly, and with just two fingers, I lightly brushed against myself and circled my clit. Warm pleasure spread from that place and I let it grow slowly, wanting to bathe in the light sensations this gave me, without going so far that I embarrassed myself in front of Emily and my little brother.
Having recently had his own orgasm, Jordan took longer than ever to come. Emily continued her gentle massage of his hard penis, but directly now, with just her hand and not the cloth on his flesh. She whispered something to him, so softly that I could not make out the words. Then she began speaking quietly to him, just loud enough that I could hear.
"Keep your eyes closed now," she intoned, "and I'll give you a special treat."
Seeing him in such pure lust, a hard, naked man in a room with two fully-dressed women, was having its effect on my own growing need. But now, I wondered, what was the "special treat?" My mind raced to conclusions. I couldn't believe Emily would actually bend down and suck my brother off while I sat here and watched. Would she?
Still moving only two fingers, I gently increased the pressure of my own private touch as I watched them.
My guess was wide of the mark. She made no move to take him into her mouth, instead continuing to play with his engorged flesh with her hand as she spoke softly to him.
"Your big sister is sitting in the chair by your feet," she said, as she gently rubbed his erection with her full open hand, sometimes reaching all the way down and lightly caressing his balls, sometimes just tracing the thick vein that ran up the center of his shaft. With her other hand, she brought the damp cloth nearby, ready to catch his mess when it came. I shivered roughly and flushed at her mention of me.
"She has one foot on the cushion and one on the floor. She is pushing the fingers of one hand down inside the front of her clothes."
Oh my God! She was going to describe to him exactly what I was doing! I froze for a moment but, to my own surprise, the thought of her doing it was wickedly building my own arousal. The reaction of my body insisted that I wanted her to go on.
"I can see them moving gently, up" she paused, breathing audibly, "and down, inside her panties... just... so... lightly, touching her pretty little pussy," she went on – using a word I always tried to avoid. I flushed deeply hearing her describe so graphically for my brother the indecent thing I was doing.
"Her head is resting against the back of the chair, but her eyes are open and she is looking at you, watching what I'm doing to you. Her fingers are still moving slowly, gently, up and down in her panties, sometimes, like now, making little circles down there." Emily breathed deeply. She never seemed to look at me, yet her description was baring me open. "I can see the fabric of her shorts move when she does it. I think now she has pressed one finger inside her." This part wasn't true, but it drew a soft release of breath from my brother.
"She must be very wet and slippery inside. Now she's brought her finger out and is gently flicking it against her clit. She's spreading her knees wider and sinking deeper into the chair. Mmmm, that must feel good what she's doing."
It did feel good what I was doing. She moved her hand against him.
"She's still rubbing herself with her hand inside her panties. She's still doing it very slowly and gently, taking her time with herself. Her hips are moving very slightly now, forward... and back... as the feelings she is giving herself are taking control. I'll bet her fingers are so wet now. She's moving faster. She's lifting her head a little, looking straight at your cock." Her descriptions of me were baring myself to my brother, as she touched him and, yes, as I watched. My own orgasm rose slowly within me and my legs began to shake.
I could see that my brother's responses to Emily's voice and her stroking were reaching a crescendo. She slowed, and she carefully brought the towel close to the tip of his penis with the hand that was not pleasing him, not engulfing him with it, but just near, to catch his ejaculation.
Emily continued: "Now, keeping your eyes closed, that's it, I want you to imagine that it is her hand touching your penis."
He breathed my name then and I watched as his body was taken by little convulsions and his white fluid, with less force than before, spilled out onto Emily's towel. One small stream reached her pale, bare wrist, causing her to squeal and flinch just a little. She kept rubbing his dick softly, waiting for the last spasms of his climax to subside, and then removed her hand from his manhood to wipe herself clean with a corner of the towel.
When Jordan had whispered my name, I could no longer prevent my own climax. My fingers were desperately trying to lighten their touch on my tender places and I held my breath to keep silent, but my knees pulled together and my shoulders flinched in the chair as the orgasm broke over me.
I stroked ever so slowly, gently, luxuriously downward one more time, and then back, savoring my slippery wet sex as the feelings eventually eased. Then slowly and quietly I withdrew my hand from my clothes, leaving as much wetness as I could on my thigh. I sat still in the chair for a long moment, letting the electricity inside me disperse.
Emily sat up on the edge of the couch, and she turned and saw me, and smiled. She lightly stroked Jordan's softening penis a few more times with her hand, letting the two of us separately come back to earth. Then, she spoke.
"Mission accomplished, girlfriend," she beamed at last. "See? No more mess!" She held up the towel and I could see my brother's milky liquid clinging to it in nasty thick globs.
I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, shuddering slightly, my blood rising hot in my cheeks.
Finally, always the practical one, I said, "Let's go get these towels in the wash, and then let's go back out on the deck." I drew and released another long breath. "I could use some sun."
I looked back toward my nude brother, who had not moved on the couch, his eyes still closed and a contented smile on his lips. His dick had softened more and it oozed a small string of fluid onto his thigh.
Emily followed my gaze and laughed. "We can leave him here, for now."
I felt a cool relief settling inside me. Physical relief, of course, which I had taken care of myself once again, without having to let Jordan actually see me. But more deeply, I felt a kind of spiritual relief.
It was ok that my brother liked to look at my bare body. It was really kind of cute what a gentleman he was about that. My small nipples grew, remembering him saying that my little boobs were pretty.
And it was ok that I liked to look at him.
But the boundary of intimate touching... that was a great big, bright line.
Probably without even knowing exactly what she had done, Emily had stepped in to our complicated problem and had brought us back from the brink of it; she had reset our game to desire; but desire alone, without actual incestuous touch. And I thought, as I had watched Jordan reach for her bottom, that his desire for touch now had a more appropriate object in her.
She was older than him, smart and slender and head-turning pretty. Yet she had joined in these acts with us. It dawned on me then that I hoped she would do this again – all of it, and...
When we reached the laundry room, I stopped and touched her arm. "Thanks, Em."
She gave me another smile, full of warmth and something more. "Any time."
"Tell me something, ok? Emily?"
"What's that?"
"What did you whisper to him?"
She blushed quickly and chuckled, returning my touch.
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(Companions Chapter 35( WARNING! The following text contains explicit adult subject matter. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, then you must stop reading now. The author has taken steps to ensure that this story does not appear in any subject-inappropriate or age-inappropriate forum. This version has been posted with the author's permission to Yiffstar.com. COMPANIONS by Evoquus (c) Copyright 2003, Evoquus, All rights reserved. Feedback is appreciated:
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex: M/M, F/F, Human-Stallion-Mare, Anal, Oral
Chapter 35: The Bitch is Back
Daniel woke up with a pounding migraine. He tried to stand, but decided it best to sit up and allow his eyes to focus. As they did, two blurry gray equine faces approached each other. When the two fused into sharp focus, Daniel recognized the face that smiled at him, and his heart fluttered for his only son.
"Bouceph, my darling!"
"Hi Mom."
The mare grimaced in pain. "Ooof, I've got an AWFUL headache."
"Okay, okay, so you're not in the mood."
"No really, dear, my head is throbbing. Be a good boy and massage it for me."
Bouceph nuzzled her temples. "I'm not surprised your head aches. You had another guy living in it for a while."
"What are you talking about?"
"I swear, Ma, you had a human guy living in your head. You had his whole life story and everything."
"A human is cohabiting with me!?" she gasped. Then her eyes narrowed. "Ooohh! It must be your father's slut! I don't believe it! Get him out! Get him OUT!!"
"Shh, calm down, Ma, he's gone."
"Gone? Are you sure?"
"And he ain't comin' back."
Bouceph moved to the other side and continued the massage. "You know, he did a real number on you. He erased everything about you."
"My word!"
"But he was either in a hurry or just sloppy 'cause he wasn't very thorough. It took some doing, but I brought you back. And don't worry about him ever showing up again. I whacked him."
"What on Earth does that mean?"
"It means I burned out every brain cell he invaded - not just erased, WHACKED. Ain't nobody gonna unerase him. That's probably why your head hurts."
"You burned out my brain!?"
"Relax, Ma, it's not like you'll miss it."
"Well," she said, calming down, "as long as he's gone... Come here, my boy."
She kissed him deeply, moaning and snorting, until both of them were thoroughly worked up.
"I need you now, my love," she said, lifting her tail.
Bouceph hesitated. "Um. I kind of have a little problem."
"You can tell me about it while you're servicing me. Get back there and make me beg."
"Uh, that's the problem."
"What?"
Bouceph stood up and showed her his problem. The place where his testicles used to reside now oozed with infected yellow pus.
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"I don't know, Ma. You and me were going at it in the desert, then the next thing I knew, someone chewed off my balls, and then they smashed 'em and ruined 'em."
"I was there with you?"
"Yeah, you and Dad, but you probably don't remember 'cause it's in the burnedut section."
"Oh, my poor, poor boy, lie down and let me look at it."
Bouceph laid down on his side and opened his legs for his mother. She began licking his wound tenderly.
"Mmmm, that feels good."
"This has been festering for days. Why didn't you have someone take care of it?"
"Well... you're the only person I could think of who would."
"Bouceph, my dear, you really need to make some friends. I can't coddle you forever."
Daniel as Zhorelle continued cleaning the wound, hardly practicing what she preached. She loved coddling her son and molding him in her image, for it was the surest way to cut out the heart of her wretched bond mate. How she wished Rovaun were here right now, raging with jealousy at her tender ministrations, facing the humiliating truth that his bond mare would much rather suck the putrid pus out of her son's castrated genitals than have anything to do with the father. The vindictive mare began her plotting.
Her motherly touch had an immediate effect on the wound, sterilizing the open sore and encouraging tissues to mend. If Bouceph could have reached, he would have done this himself, she thought to herself, but then if he could lick his own genitals, he would spend little time doing anything else.
She was happy to do this intimate thing for him. It kept him around, and kept him interested. Like her son, she had no one else to touch and be touched. Their relationship was as symbiotic as it was dysfunctional.
Bouceph's cheese-encrusted cockhead popped out of its sheath, and she watched with a smile as it grew. Rather than dive on it, she pretended not to notice, and instead lingered on the wound, which was painfully sensitive to her touch. She licked it long and slow, moaning and sighing, kissing and delicately flicking it as if his phantom balls were still there. It drove him nuts.
"Oh Ma... Ma... Suck me... Please?"
"Hmm, why should I?" she teased, gently tapping and dilly-dallying just south of where they both wanted her to be.
"Because... Because... Oh FUCK! I swear I'll do anything you want, just suck my cock."
She knew he was all talk and no show but needed no more coaxing. She took him warmly into her mouth.
"Ohhhh," he moaned, "I've missed you so..."
It brought tears to her eyes, for despite having sucked him countless times over the centuries, today, deep in her soul, it felt like she was doing this to him for the very first time. His flavors were ancient and new, and as violent as ever. The more he slid inside, the more he assaulted her taste buds, and the more she salivated.
"Mom," he cooed, "you give the best blowjobs!"
"As if you have anyone to compare me with... other than yourself."
Bouceph shut up. His mother knew him too well.
When she reached his root, he flared inside her throat and climaxed violently, bursting open his wound again. He shrieked in agony and ecstasy, letting loose a flurry of expletives that momentarily caught her off guard, but she knew she was safe from his fury as long as she had his dick in her jaws. He settled down soon enough, and lay heaving on the ground, wincing in pain. Zhorelle carefully released him.
"Fuck, Ma, my balls hurt," he cried pitifully.
"I know, my Darling," she said, tending to him again. Her plotting continued. "Bouceph my love, you say your father was there when this happened to you?"
"Uh-huh," he said with eyes closed as his mother applied her salve. "... But I don't see how he could have done it, if that's what you're thinking."
"Where is he now?"
"Shacked up about a half mile southeast. Why?"
"I need to see him." Zhorelle got to her feet.
"Why?" He sat up in painful alarm. "Don't tell him I'm here!"
"Don't worry, my love. Wait here until I get back." She headed southeast.
"What are you gonna do?"
The black mare disappeared.
"Hello, Lover."
Hearing those words uttered by that sultry voice, Rovaun whirled around with an instinctive snort. Though his Companion had sworn never again to greet him in that manner, technically, this was not a violation of that oath, since technically, this was not the individual who had made that legal affirmation. The stallion was quick to forgive and beamed brightly at her.
"Hello, Pandora," he smiled, giving her a tender nuzzle.
"Pandora," she mused. "How sexy."
"How very true." Rovaun tried to spy where his Companion was virtually hiding without being rude to the mare.
"I have missed you so," she oozed.
"And every moment away from you is an eternity, my Love," he gushed.
"Hmm-hmm," she snickered, nuzzling along his ribs. "You're such a stud... I want your body."
"I am all yours, Pandora."
"How delicious."
She kissed and nuzzled his right buttock and Rovaun knew exactly where the ass-mare was headed. He raised his tail for her to give her a clean shot.
"What a beautiful sight," she said, forcing her nose in between the powerful muscles. Then she opened wide and slowly engulfed his testicles while rolling them on her tongue.
"May I have these?" she cooed.
"Yes you may, my Love. After all, it is what is great about being a ma..."
The jaws clamped shut and the mare's teeth scissored the scrotum free. Freshly gelded, Rovaun screamed and fell to the ground writhing and kicking the air. Zhorelle indulged herself for a few seconds, making sure to get a good, long-lasting view of this glorious occasion.
"What are you fretting about, Lover. It's not like you'll miss them."
She bolted heading due south toward a large creek, where she knew she would be difficult to track.
Hearing Rovaun's cries, Shianna came galloping from a nearby meadow, followed by a fearful Malaya. The sight of the bloody horse evoked a terrified whinny from the little mare. Shianna was on him instantly, lingually cauterizing the gusher.
"Rovaun! Rovaun, what happened!?"
The wincing stallion could not speak. It was all he could do just to keep from screaming. Shianna continued to minister first aid, knowing the sooner she mended him, the sooner she would get an answer.
"My... Com... pan..."
"DANNY did this!?
"No... No... Pan... dor..."
That made no sense. Shianna would simply have to wait until Rovaun could speak coherently. After twenty minutes of emergency care, her patient was lucid again.
"Something is terribly wrong, Shianna," he panted.
"No kidding. Pandora did this to you?"
"Yes. She is out of control. (Cough( I fear my Companion is in grave danger."
"Which way did she go?"
Rovaun indicated south. "Do not go alone. Take at least one stallion with you."
Shianna summoned Parceph and Malaya's father, Hurroll, then the three of them headed south in search of the answer to a question that no one dared ponder.
Zhorelle returned to the spot where she had left Bouceph, but he was nowhere to be found. Cautiously, she called out to him, not wanting to reveal her location to any ears not belonging to her kin. No one responded.
She examined the ground for signs of a scuffle, and the signs were everywhere, but they made no sense. Bouceph's hoofprints headed in every direction. She had no idea where to start looking for him nor what could have possessed him to come and go like that during her short absence. Flustered, she called out to him again, threatening to injure him if he didn't rear his ugly head. A hundred yards away, an ugly head approached her.
"Why did you run off like that?" she yelled furiously while keeping her voice down.
"Because I didn't know why you left. I had to make sure you didn't come back with company."
"You don't trust your own mother?"
"I could say, 'Hell no, what are you, some fucking idiot you stupid bitch!?' but that would be a rude thing to say to my mom. So let me put it this way. I trust you implicitly, just as much as you trust me - implicitly."
Zhorelle smiled at her street-smart son. "Fair enough. Lie down. I brought you something to soothe the pain.
"Oh bless you," he said, dropping on the ground to expose himself.
Zhorelle lowered to him. "Now this is going to hurt for a moment, but you'll be thanking me forever afterward. Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
Zhorelle tore open his wound again evoking a sharp whinny from her son, but he kept his cool while she went to work. She oriented Rovaun's testicles into place and held them there with her mouth.
"Fortunately for you, gonads are the easiest organs to transplant."
"You got me some balls!? You're the best mom EVER!"
"Hold still."
"Whose are they?"
"They're your father's."
"Ho-ho-ho... that is brilliant." Bouceph lay back smiling as brightly as his mother. Within minutes, the essence in the orbs of life had sealed off all open capillaries and were busy connecting their plumbing to the former gelding. "I can feel the hormones surging already."
"Yes, but you had best take it easy or they'll surge themselves right onto the ground."
Bouceph sighed. "I love you, Mom."
"I love you, too, Son."
"You know what the first thing is that I'm gonna do with my new balls?"
"Yes," she said with a grin.
"And it's gonna be the last thing I do with 'em, too. And every time in between."
"That's my boy. Rest now."
"Okay."
The stallion napped for two hours. During that time, Zhorelle had carefully held the sacs in place, sometimes running her tongue around to sample them. Their flavor was exquisite, and now they would be hers forever. Then, as she gently lapped, a startling thought occurred to her, and it made her grin like a hyena. When Bouceph finally awoke, she could not wait to tell him the news.
"I think you can let go of 'em, now, Ma. It feels like they took."
She carefully released him and examined his new acquisitions, which appeared to have successfully taken root.
"I have great plans for us," she said as she cuddled with him.
"Does it include fucking like rabbits."
"Yes it does," she cooed.
"Then count me in." They nuzzled and kissed and snorted on each other.
"What is the name of your bond mare again?" she asked, as if the answer did not matter.
"I think it's 'Cunt.'"
"No really," she snuggled. "What is her name?"
"Oh, you mean her full name? It's 'Shianna the Cunt.' I just call her 'Cunt' for short."
"Oh that's right," purred Zhorelle. "Shianna is your bond mare... Hmmm. Well guess what, my dear. Bouceph has a brand new bond mare."
"He does? Who?"
"Me, you numbskull."
The stallion snorted the equivalent of a spit-take and then backed away while scrambling to his feet. His balls somehow remained attached.
"You're... you're my bond mare!?"
"Yes," said Zhorelle with an evil grin as she rose to her feet. "Don't you see what this means, Bouceph? You and I can redefine Hipponaur!"
"Redefine... Hipponaur?" he panted, pacing back and forth, clearly upset.
"What's the matter with you!" said Zhorelle, trying not to be insulted.
"Nothing, Ma, it's just kind of sudden, you know?... I mean, you're gonna be popping out at least one kid a year from now on."
"Yes, so?"
"Well... I'm not sure if I'm cut out to be a father."
Zhorelle rolled her eyes. "Of course you aren't, but it doesn't matter. I get to be Queen Bee. You're just the lucky drone who services me daily."
He stared at her in disbelief. It sounded too good to be true. "So I don't have to do nothin'?"
"Just keep me pregnant and happy."
"Well shit!" he grinned. "I can do THAT!"
She raised her tail to him. "Then get to work, Drone. Fill me with royal jelly."
Bouceph didn't need any prodding. He mounted her immediately and lengthened inside of her. She turned her head back so that their tongues could mate, too.
"Ooooh," she cooed. "How are your balls holding up?"
"Great so far."
"Oh God, Bouceph, your dick is twice as big as your father's. I'm so glad nobody chewed it off, too."
"You love your little boy's big cock in your juicy cunt, don't you."
"Now, now, show some respect for your Queen."
"Forgive me. You love your studly son's big fat slab of meat slamming into your steaming fuck-hole, don't you, Your Majesty."
"That's my Prince."
When Bouceph reached full length, his cock pushed hard against Zhorelle's closed uterus. The frightened being inside could hide no longer.
"Mommy!!"
Zhorelle gasped.
"What the fuck!??"
"I'm scared!!"
"Mom, you're already pregnant!" snorted Bouceph as he dismounted.
"I can't be... Oh my God... It's that slut's love child!"
"What slut?"
"Your father's slut!"
"The HUMAN!?"
Zhorelle looked him squarely in the eye. "Yes, Bouceph. The human."
"You let him FUCK you!?" he snarled.
"No Bouceph. If you must know, I raped him."
The stallion snorted fumes at her, then he stood back and cocked his head. Slowly his eyes softened, then he smiled and chuckled. "I bet Dad was pissed."
"Oh, he was positively not amused at all."
"Heh-heh. Good one. So, when are you gonna get rid of it?"
"Now of course! I've been carrying this blood-sucking half-breed long enough."
Zhorelle pointed to her abdomen and blasted the developing embryo. It screamed shrilly in her ears and cried for help. The shock of its cries made her head split.
"Ooof!" She looked puzzled at Bouceph for a moment, then concentrated on her abdomen and sent another deadly blast of hate at the thing inside her. It screamed again causing her to nearly pass out from the pain. She stumbled then recovered and looked away to wonder what was going on.
"That looks like fun," said Bouceph. "Can I try?"
"No," she said. "It's giving me a headache." Then she turned back with evil grin restored. "Besides, I have a much better idea."
"Mom-my... help..." whimpered Tattoo.
"Listen runt," she told him. "I don't want to hear a word or a peep or a heartbeat from you from now on. NOT A SOUND. Do you understand me?"
There was a short pause, then a meek voice said, "Yes."
She blasted him one more time. "DO... YOU... UNDERSTAND... ME?"
There was no further correspondence.
Zhorelle smiled at Bouceph. "I think I actually got through to the little tapeworm."
"Can't I hit him just once?"
"Later. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"Why, to make peace with your father, of course."
As Bouceph and Zhorelle approached the camp, they were spied by the search party that was looking for Pandora. Shianna and Hurroll kept a watchful eye on the black Hipponaur, whereas Parceph was much more keen on the gray one.
"I see that they grew back," said Parceph.
"What?" asked Shianna.
"The property stolen from Rovaun," he indicated, "is right there."
Shianna recognized Rovaun's body parts, and suddenly found herself more curious about Bouceph than Pandora. Black and Gray ignored them as well as the rest of the gathering crowd that followed them into camp where Rovaun was resting up. He saw the Hipponaurs approaching and carefully stood to greet them, but the sight of Bouceph trotting parallel with his biological mother knocked him off balance. Rovaun could easily manage either one of them individually, but in the past when they ganged up on him, as was apparently the case now, he often landed on the losing side.
Bouceph and Zhorelle trotted right up to him while the others held back, not wanting to get involved in Rovaun's personal affairs, but willing to jump in if needed.
"Greetings, Pandora," said Rovaun, ignoring his son.
"We have some things that belong to you," she said. "I have one item and Bouceph has a pair."
Rovaun had already noticed that Bouceph had been re-endowed, prancing into camp where he was not the least bit welcome as if they were made of brass. Assuming that this was about a hostage negotiation, Rovaun asked the mare, "You have my Companion?"
Zhorelle rolled her eyes. "No you moron, I have your human slut's progeny."
"I'm going to fetch Harlok," said Hurroll, rushing off.
"Yes, we must have the Elder here to make sure this is all legal and proper," said Zhorelle.
"Pandora, what has happened to you?" Rovaun asked innocently.
Zhorelle just smiled.
"Where is my Companion?"
The mare yawned spitefully. Rovaun had no choice but to cooperate in order to win some answers.
"What's happening?" whispered Malaya to Shianna. "Who is that?"
Bouceph caught the young mare staring at him and took a sudden unhealthy interest. "Well aren't you the cutest little thing," he gushed. "What's your name, little Missy?"
"Her name is none of your business, Creep!" spat Shianna.
"I wasn't talking to the big cunt," he spewed back. "Just the little one." He smiled at the young mare with a visage that dripped poisoned honey. Malaya wisely stayed away from him.
"Do you have a bond mate yet, Missy?" he asked.
Zhorelle had had enough of his flirting. "YOU have a bond mate standing right next to you, you tactless ASS!"
Jeremiah, who had observed the exchange closely, whispered to Parceph, "Malaya is in danger while Bouceph is in this hemisphere."
"I agree, Companion."
"Who are you!?" demanded Zhorelle of the man.
"Name's Jeremiah, Ma'am."
She eyed him disapprovingly. "I know you. You're Parceph's slut. You're supposed to be dead."
"Just rumors... Ma'am."
"Is he your cohabitant, too?" she asked Parceph derisively. The stallion felt no obligation to respond.
Hurroll returned with Harlok, who was surprised to see Bouceph appearing so confident. The Elder had decreed his capture and subsequent trial after learning of his misdeeds against Parceph, Daniel, and Rovaun in the desert.
"At last we can begin," said Zhorelle. "We have a simple request, Rovaun. Bouceph and I ask for your pardon of all past and present crimes against you."
For the sake of his imperiled companion, Rovaun played along. "If you wanted to give Bouceph my testicles, Pandora, you need only have asked."
"Ha-ha, right. And you would have just hoofed them over, no questions asked."
"I would have asked questions, certainly, but I would have given them willingly. And as for a pardon, I absolve both you and Bouceph of any past and present crimes against me."
"Rovaun," cautioned Harlok, "If you are being coerced, then your absolution is legally meaningless."
"Elder, this is my Companion, my life mate, and my spouse. I shall never be coerced by her. I simply agree with her wishes. And Bouceph is my son. A father can forgive his son, can he not?"
"And Parceph," demanded Bouceph. "I want absolution from him, too."
Jeremiah looked uneasily at his mate, unaware of the history between the two stallions.
"I cannot speak for Parceph," said Rovaun as he turned to his friend. "But as a favor to me, perhaps he will agree."
The dark brown stallion's eyes raged. He shook his head slowly at Bouceph. "Only as a favor to you, Rovaun," seethed Parceph, "do I absolve Bouceph of all past crimes against me." Then he leveled an eye at Rovaun. "And to you, my friend, I offer this advice: Watch your step, for I have no more favors left to give."
Rovaun dropped his eyes sorrowfully. "Understood."
"I do not know what is going on, here," said Harlok. "But I cannot deny what I have seen and heard. Bouceph, my decree for your arrest is hereby lifted. You are free to indulge in whatever depravity you fancy. And I fully expect to have a new decree for your head within a week. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts."
"Well, now, that wasn't so hard," said Zhorelle. She sauntered up to Rovaun and gave him a nuzzle. "So you agree with my dearest wishes, Spouse?"
"Yes, Companion. I love you unconditionally."
"You would do anything I ask?"
"Anything at all, as long as it does no harm to others."
"No harm... to others."
"I draw the line there."
"Hmm... Then it is my wish that you chew off your left foot."
Shianna gasped. Rovaun sighed in disappointment, then lifted his left front hoof and gnawed at the flesh, rending it from the bone.
"Rovaun, STOP IT!" shouted Shianna.
Rovaun continued, though the intense pain impeded his progress.
Shianna made a move on the mare in a last-ditch effort to end the madness. She nuzzled the brand she had made earlier that day. Zhorelle recoiled from the bizarre assault.
"What the hell are you're doing!?" she snorted, clearly unaffected.
Shianna said nothing, but dropped her head in defeat.
Bouceph cringed from the gore in his father's mouth. "Ma, don't you think this is a little extreme? I mean, look at him. He'll do whatever you want. But if you cripple your slave, he ain't gonna be so useful."
Zhorelle turned to her beloved son and gave him a nuzzle. "You have such a big heart, Bou-Bou. Very well then. You don't have to chew off your foot if you don't want to."
Rovaun carefully set his hoof down, then flinched and tipped it on its edge to keep the weight off. "Anything else, my Love?"
"Yes," she said, absolutely orgasmic over humiliating him. "Bouceph and I were rudely interrupted while giving your gonads a test run. It is my dearest wish that it continue unimpeded. Do you mind?"
Bouceph nuzzled her behind the ears. "You want us to do it right now in front of everybody?"
"Of course dear. We have nothing to hide."
"I do not mind, Companion," said Rovaun gallantly. "You and Bouceph are free to love each other with my full permission." He nodded to Harlok who acknowledged him.
"Why must you seek the Elder's approval?"
"Because we are married, Companion. Your request, if misconstrued, could put our honor at risk."
"That's right! We're married," she said in mock surprise. "My dear Bouceph, it would be inappropriate for you to make torrid love to me. Perhaps you should find someone else."
Bouceph immediately dropped his eyes and his cock at Malaya. The frightened mare hid behind Shianna, cautiously peeking out around her.
"Don't you dare," hissed Shianna.
Zhorelle noted that Bouceph was not following the script very closely and kicked him in the ribs. "Not her, you idiot!... HIM."
Bouceph frowned at her in disappointment, but then found the idea of dominating his father very appealing. This form of punishment was much more palatable.
"I can't watch this," said Shianna, turning to leave. "Come Malaya."
"Everyone stays!" demanded Zhorelle. "Even the human. Everyone must witness how much my spouse loves me... Rovaun!"
"Please stay," said Rovaun through gritted teeth.
Bouceph wandered behind him. "Lift your tail."
"Be polite Son, the police are watching."
"Right... um Father, would it be all right with you if I lovingly ram my horsedick up your horse's ass?"
Neither hesitating nor taking his eyes off of Zhorelle, Rovaun lifted his tail and replied, "You may proceed."
Bouceph made good on his threat, mounting his father and raping him. Zhorelle and Rovaun stared at each other, each wearing a similarly subtle smirk. Why Zhorelle was smirking was obvious to everyone. Why Rovaun was doing the same was a mystery. Zhorelle refused to be intimidated by him because she knew that was exactly what he wanted.
Bouceph bit hard into the back of his father's neck as the last few thrusts triggered the first orgasm of his new testicles, christening his father's guts with his own thick ejaculate. "Ohh yeahhh! You never forget your First Time. Thanks for the memories, Dad."
Rovaun got careless and sighed in relief that it was over. Zhorelle seized upon his weakness.
"Bouceph come here!"
The stallion removed his deflating phallus and complied.
"Look at that!" she scolded. "I just bathed it and it is filthy again!"
Shianna wept quietly.
"Spousy-Wousy, could you please clean your son's pee-pee for me."
"I... I don't want him anywhere near my balls, Ma," said Bouceph nervously.
"Relax, Bouceph. Our relationship is built on trust. Isn't it... Dearest."
Rovaun closed his eyes and subtly shook his head, then did as she commanded, begrudgingly licking his fecal matter from his son's penis while Bouceph stood proud.
"Not like that, my love," she said, sneering at the weeping mare. "Do it like Shianna does it to you."
The white mare was startled into silence.
"You know, slow and sensual, like you're really enjoying it."
Rovaun rolled his eyes. He was already at the bottom of a cesspool; he could not possibly be debased any more. This was all pointless, but he did as he was told because it simply did not matter. He sucked and licked and moaned with feigned pleasure. Bouceph imagined that it was really Shianna performing this act on him, and was soon fucking his father's throat with a roaring hardn.
"Very good, spouse. I almost believe it myself. Maybe if you tell your son how much you enjoy it, it might end sooner."
What could be the harm? "Ooohh. I love sucking your cock," he said, the words sounding utterly ridiculous coming from him. "It is so big. Mmmm and so yummy. Especially since it has just been in my colon."
Bouceph started laughing hysterically. Rovaun wisely chose to disregard Zhorelle's advice on this matter. Instead, he stimulated the base of Bouceph's cock with his tongue, and that ended it soon enough. Once again he was injected with his own essence.
"Fucking-A, Dad, your balls are fantastic!" Bouceph pulled out slowly, allowing Rovaun to fulfill his duty to clean the horsedick. Plus the extra essence squeezed out would do him some good, now that he could no longer manufacture it himself.
"Take good care of them, my son," he said, proudly raising up again. Zhorelle could not believe it.
"One final request, dear Mouse, er, Spouse."
"And what is that, my Eternal Love?"
"Show us all and especially your son, that you bear him no ill will. I want you to kiss your balls good-bye."
"Mom!" protested Bouceph.
"Shut up, Bouceph, and present yourself to your father."
"No!"
"DO IT!!"
Reluctantly, Bouceph complied, giving his father a deadly warning not to try anything funny. With all he had been through, Rovaun thought this would be the easiest trial to endure. It was not. His Companion, in earlier days, had so enjoyed these potent sacs. It had made Rovaun's heart soar to hear him coo and ooh and ahh over them as he fondled and nuzzled and dined. Those days were gone. Rovaun shut his eyes and kissed them tenderly, closing the book on that chapter of his life. Bouceph hopped away as fast as possible once the deed was done.
For Zhorelle this had ceased to be fun. She had made her point long ago but could not seem to stop. Inwardly, she prayed that her spineless former bond mate would not give her a reason to continue.
"I have done as you asked, Companion," said Rovaun raising up. "Now I ask that you let me talk to Tattoo."
"Who's that."
"Tattoo is your son in your womb."
"Oh, him..." She was under no obligation to do so, but making this small gesture would be a good political move. She sighed overtly to ensure that everyone knew what a painful sacrifice this was on her part. "Make it quick."
Rovaun nuzzled her abdomen. "Tattoo, it is Daddy. Can you hear me?"
There was no response.
Zhorelle snorted in exasperation. "Speak to your father!"
After a short pause, a tiny terrified voice squeaked, "Dad... dy..."
"Tattoo, are you injured?"
"Help... me..."
Rovaun studied his mother, who seemed entirely ambivalent to his little son's anguish.
"Tattoo, is Mommy in there with you?"
"Y-yes... Daddy please!!"
"Is anyone else in there?"
"No... Help me!"
Rovaun closed his eyes and cried silently for his son. "Tattoo, listen to me. Obey your mother. Do as she says and you will not be harmed. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes."
"We will talk again soon. Good-bye."
"DADDY!!"
"You will make no further sounds," commanded Zhorelle. "Do you understand?"
The tiny voice remained silent.
"Well, well, well. It looks like he got his brains from me."
Rovaun stood up and stared sternly at his mate while speaking in a slow malevolent tone. "You will not harm him. You will not belittle him. You do not have to speak to him, but you will not hurt him anymore, because if you do, then you can be VERY sure that I - will - hurt - YOU!"
"How dare you threaten me!"
Rovaun did not need to back up his threat. His menacing some-looks-just-might-kill-after-all glare was enough to get his point across.
"My," she said, pretending not to be intimidated. "Spoken as if you had a pair. Just don't give me a reason to hurt him."
Rovaun changed the subject and his mood. "Companion," he said calmly, "do you understand what has happened to you?"
"She understands, Pop," said Bouceph. "She understands perfectly. It's YOU who don't have a clue."
"Listen to your son," she said. "He's not as stupid as you look." She went to stand by Bouceph's side. "I have a new husband. Get used to it." Then she gave her son a stern eyebrow. "You, too." He blinked and stopped fantasizing about Malaya for the moment. They turned to leave.
"Companion," called Rovaun. "Listen to YOUR son, too."
Tattoo was the LAST creature that she could ever imagine voluntarily starting up a dialog with, and she thwacked her tail at Rovaun to say so.
Shianna broke down in tears and dropped to the ground to help repair Rovaun's damaged foot. He had been careful not to fully separate the flesh from the bone so that most of it wrapped back into place, though it was no less painful. Rovaun nuzzled the back of her neck as she tended to him.
"What happened?" she cried. "How did this nightmare happen!?"
"Bouceph," said Rovaun calmly. "Bouceph happened."
"But where is Danny?"
"That was my Companion, Shianna. Daniel Racher's soul is still in command of that body. Bouceph must have erased his identity and replaced it with Zhorelle's."
"That was not Danny! That was a MONSTER!"
"Tattoo confirmed it, Shianna. His Mommy is with him. No one else."
"I don't believe it, Rovaun. If there was a shred of Danny that survived, there is no way he would have let this happen to you. Face it, Rovaun. Danny is dead, and that fucking bitch is back!"
"I do not believe my Companion is dead, Shianna. But I agree with you - the fucking bitch is most definitely back." He dropped his head and managed a sad chuckle. "It is ironic."
"What is," she muttered, angry at him for finding anything remotely amusing about this catastrophe.
"How upset my Companion was this morning after discovering he had a female Primitive."
"The fucking mother of all Primitives!" snarled Shianna.
A remorseful Parceph approached them. "Rovaun," he said with head bowed. "I did not mean what I said earlier."
The gelded stallion smiled at him. "I know, Parceph."
"Whatever I can do to help, just name it."
"Thank you, Parceph. I will let you know as soon as I think of something."
Parceph nodded sadly and then departed with his mate. Jeremiah chose to walk on foot so as not to add a physical burden to his stallion's overloaded emotional saddlebags. The two returned to their tent, neither of them in a frame of mind to continue where they had left off.
"Are you okay, Partner?" Jeremiah asked his moody mate.
"No," he growled.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Kill Bouceph."
"Please don't say things like that."
"Companion, do you really believe that Bouceph will become a model Hipponaur citizen now that he has amnesty?"
"No," Jeremiah acknowledged, then he hesitated to ask the next question. "What did he do to you?"
Parceph stared at him with misplaced loathing, then finally admitted, "Do you remember how Garson invaded Bouceph's body in that other timeline?"
"Yes."
"Bouceph had rigged that to be MY fate in this one."
Jeremiah stared at him dumbstruck.
"Fortunately Danny and Rovaun came to my rescue. But now Bouceph has destroyed Danny, and he will destroy Rovaun through Pandora. And there is nothing we can do about it!"
"I know, Partner, I hear ya... He has his sights on Malaya, too. Has anyone tried to reason with him?"
Parceph eyed him as if he were from another planet, and then he remembered that he was. "Bouceph is at the center of his universe, Companion. There is no reasoning with The Big Bang."
"Maybe there is," the man pondered, "if we give the Big Bang something better to bang."
"You obviously don't know him very well."
Jeremiah bit his lip. "Oh I know him," he muttered to himself.
A tree fell.
"Well, hello there, Little Missy!" said Bouceph, praising his unbelievable luck to find the young virgin mare alone on the hill. Then his nostrils caught her scent and his luck quadrupled. She was in her first estrus.
Startled, she turned to him and backed away defensively.
"Aw, I won't hurt ya," he said, setting down to hide his growing erection. "Do you like looking at the sunset?"
"It's pretty," she said, meekly.
"Not half as pretty as you are."
She giggled and blushed.
"My name is Bouceph," he said, bowing to her.
"I'm Malaya," she said, bowing back to him.
"What nice manners! You're a very smart young lady."
"Thank you," she said bashfully, then turned to watch the sun.
"Do you know why we watch the sunset?"
"Yes," she replied by rote. "For respect. And it symbolizes life, death, and rebirth."
"That's right. Do you think those things are important?"
"Of course, silly."
Bouceph chuckled warmly. "I like to be silly sometimes, don't you?"
"Yes," she smiled shyly.
"Can I ask you something, Malaya? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"Okay."
"Do you know what a bond mate is?"
"Yes."
"Can you tell me what it is?"
"It's a stallion and a mare that can have babies."
"That's right. And do you have one?"
"Kind of."
"What... what do you mean, 'kind of'?"
"Well... he isn't born yet," she said, looking disappointed.
"Ohhh, I see," he said, mimicking her mood. "It's gonna be a few years, then, for you."
"Yeah... shucks." She kicked the dirt in mock anger.
"It sounds like you wish you didn't have to wait so long, is that right?"
"Yeah," she sighed, staring at the bright red ball. There was nothing she could do about it.
"That's too bad. But at least you'll be happy in, what, six or seven years. Sure seems like a long, long time away."
She sighed again and nodded.
"Would you like to have babies?"
"Uh huh."
"Babies are cute, aren't they."
"Yeah," she giggled.
"And they're fun to play with. I know!"
"I sing songs to Tantau," she chirped.
"And babies love to hear and sing songs, too."
She smiled and dropped her head.
"I bet you wish you could have a baby right now, huh."
She nodded sadly.
"Malaya," he said, poking his head under her own and looking up at her. "What if I told you that you could?"
Her eyes widened brightly. "Really?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Right this minute if you like."
Suddenly she became nervous. This was not supposed to be her destiny.
"Malaya, has anyone ever told you that you are the loveliest creature in the world?"
She smiled, but shook her head nervously.
"You know what you need, Darlin'? A strong handsome stallion to take care of you."
She looked at him and considered it. He stood up, and for the first time, she saw him in his full glory. He pumped himself up and looked down on her proudly.
"Whadaya say, Darlin'? Am I handsome enough for you?"
She nodded to him briefly but then fixated in terror on that threatening phallus that dripped a long viscous string to the ground.
"It... will hurt," she quavered.
"Oh, no Darlin'. I'll be gentle. But look, we don't have much time." He indicated the sunset of which only forty percent remained.
"Huh?"
"If you want that baby tonight, it's gotta be before the sun goes down. Otherwise, it's bad luck."
Frantically, she looked back and forth between his spear and the sun, unsure of what to do. She could not make this decision and started to cry.
"Shhhh, Darlin', come here now," he said, hugging her. "Now you turn around and watch that pretty red sunset, and I'll watch it back here with you. And before you know it, before that last speck of red light winks out for the night, you'll be with foal."
Crying softly, she faced the sun as instructed. Then he covered her, and he entered her, and he kept his promise. He gave her a foal, just as the light faded out on the day, just as the light faded out on Malaya's destiny, for the young mare was now his... forever.
Bouceph woke up from his dream with a violent snort, a monumental hardn, and the ball-churning hots for one particularly young bay mare. Blessed destiny! Malaya will be his!!
He stood up to free his erection and clear his head. Malaya would soon be his bond mare - the vision was clear about that. She was young, very much like she was now. That meant that she was still moldable, and by siring her first born, he would wield control over her. She would do things for him and to him that no other mare would do. Things that Zhorelle would never do. Things that only a mare stripped of all self esteem would do. Malaya would be that mare.
But he had to be careful not to screw it up. To do Destiny's bidding, he had to follow the signs. Malaya would be his, if he followed the signs precisely. Any deviation would mean failure, that the prophecy had been misconstrued. But how could it be misconstrued? He clearly mates with her. He makes her pregnant, instantly bonding them forever. His destiny was beautiful! Nevertheless, he had to follow the signs. They showed where and how, but not when - not which particular sunset. There was a vague clue, though, near the beginning of the dream - a large tree would fall. It was not much to go on, but it was better than nothing.
Right now, his immediate problem was his throbbing cock and over-productive balls that ached to be milked. Unfortunately, a young virginal bay mare was never around when he needed one. An old loose black one would do in a pinch, but Zhorelle had already left his lair. Cursing his mother's absence, he stepped outside into the early morning dawn to deal with it himself. Jeremiah was waiting patiently for him.
"We need to talk."
"Aren't you Parceph's slut?" said Bouceph, trying to take a leak through his woody.
"I am Parceph's companion."
"I have nothing to say to you. As far as Parceph is concerned, our history is history."
"Stay away from Malaya."
The stallion whirled around, his cock spraying horizontally. Jeremiah ducked to avoid the stream. "What do you know about her!?" snorted the stallion.
"I know that in this timeline she does not belong to you."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Destiny has betrothed Malaya to Tantau. She will never belong to you."
"Well, we'll just see which dream date Destiny picks for her. I happen to know that Destiny is in my corner on this one."
"You're wrong, Bouceph."
"Get lost."
"Not until you give me your word."
"All right," chuckled the stallion to the silly man. "I give you my word that Malaya's gonna be keeping my dick nice and warm for a looooong time."
"Don't be so hasty," said Jeremiah. "I can offer you a deal."
"Fffft. What deal?"
"Me."
The stallion stared at the deranged human. "What could I possibly want with you?"
"Fuck me until I bleed. You know that you like it."
Bouceph eyed him cautiously. The stallion had fucked a human female to death once before, and it was one of his fondest memories that he often replayed over and over again whenever the Primitive urge warranted. But the weasely stallion did not do all of his thinking with the little head.
"No deal," he said, smelling a trap. "I turn you into a martyr and then I get busted. I admire your chutzpah, though. Not many humans would so willingly die for no reason."
"I have no intention of dying, and I have a very good reason."
"Doesn't matter what your reasons or intentions are, primate, you're still gonna die. Forget it. As fuck-tastic as it feels, I make it a general rule not to do humans. Too politically unsavvy. Besides, fucking you would last only your lifetime. Fucking Malaya will last MY lifetime."
"I am much hardier than the average human. Parceph does me everyday, and he's ten times the stud you'll ever be, even with your new set."
Bouceph shoved his nose into Jeremiah's face snorting equine snot onto him. "I am sure that Parceph is somewhat daintier with his Companion than I would be. You'd be dead in thirty seconds!"
"Let's find out," said Jeremiah unimpressed.
"What?"
"I'll let you fuck me as hard as you want for thirty seconds."
"In exchange for what?"
"In exchange for you considering my offer."
"Let me get this straight. You're saying that I can fuck you for thirty seconds and then still decide to take Malaya?"
"Only after giving my offer an honest consideration."
"Well that seems more than fair," schemed Bouceph. "But how do I know you're not just trying to commit suicide?"
"I swear to Hipponaur my offer is sincere."
"Huh, well that don't mean squat, but I don't care anymore. Drop and spread 'em. I hope you don't mind if I fantasize about someone else."
Having already oiled himself in preparation, Jeremiah stepped out of his pants and bent over. The stallion was on top and inside in a second, and his Primitive greeted the man with several deep and sharp thrusts. Bouceph's brain broiled with desire for the man, pushing all thoughts of Malaya into a dark, dusty corner. But the nimble human would not stay put, constantly moving with the thrusts to prevent serious injury. After thirty seconds, he scrambled forward, safely disengaging from the stallion, who was left to rage and roar on his own until the Primitive fell asleep again.
"You didn't let me finish!" he bellowed.
"Ready to talk terms?"
The heaving beast glared at him with silent rage, but then nodded.
"I will let you fuck me to orgasm once a week for eight years."
"Why eight years?"
"I estimate that by then Malaya will have bonded with Tantau and you will no longer be a threat."
"Only once a week..."
"That's over four hundred psychotic memories for you to peruse."
"Once a DAY..."
"No way!"
"... For a HUNDRED years!"
"You're out of your fucking mind!"
"Damn right, thanks to you. I'll stay away from Malaya, but I get my daily tail from you."
Jeremiah bit his lip.
"The counter offer is good for five more seconds," growled the frustrated stallion.
"Once a day for eight years!"
"Four..."
"Come on, that's reasonable!"
"Three..."
"Twenty years!"
"Two..."
"Fifty!!"
"One..."
"Alright! One hundred years!! Shit, Parceph's gonna kill me."
"No. I'm gonna kill you. Starting with fuck number one. Bend over."
"So we have a deal?"
"Deal. As long as you're satisfying me, I got no reason to wander. Now sit still this time. My new balls wanna know what it feels like to get stuffed into human crack."
Jeremiah bent over again, but had no intention of sitting still. The Primitive was alive and well and as murderous as ever, but the stallion could not manage to insert more than half his cock into the human, which was the limit at which Jeremiah could survive. The squirrelly man did his best to keep it that way; unfortunately, he made one fatal miscalculation in underestimating his opponent.
Even as the Primitive twirled disco lights in his head, Bouceph retained enough of his wits to mess with the man's nervous system. Jeremiah's muscles seized up, immobilizing him, leaving him defenseless against the ramrod impaling him from behind.
"Stop!" he screamed, but that only energized the Primitive to work ever harder to silence him.
Hearing the violent rape in progress, Zhorelle returned from the creek at full gallop, then halted in disgust at what she witnessed.
"Bouceph! What the fuck are you doing!?"
"A human," he panted.
"You're going to kill him."
"Yeah... It's great!"
"Stop it, Bouceph!!"
"Danny... help me," pleaded Jeremiah.
Zhorelle was just about to tackle her son, but the man called her by that slut's name, and it infuriated her.
"My name is Zhorelle," she informed him, coldly.
"Zhorelle... please."
Suddenly the mare was in turmoil. Half of her wanted the brutality to stop while the other half cared nothing for the man. The delay was just sufficient to end Jeremiah's life. Fearing the mother's intervention, the Primitive released a flood of adrenaline that enabled Bouceph's cock to burst through the superhuman protective barrier. Instantly, the Primitive changed the speed setting from "chop" to "puree", pulverizing the man's internal organs into a reddish-gray mush. Finding this acceptable, the Psycho treated the stallion to a job-well-done orgasm. Then the half of Zhorelle that did not care changed its mind.
"Bouceph... you killed him."
"It wasn't my fault, Ma. He practically begged me to do it. I AM remorseful, though. He was a great lay."
"Bouceph," she said in bitter disappointment. "You could have shown some restraint."
"Why?"
"Because... Oh, what's the point."
"Exactly! Where should we dump him?"
"This isn't some homeless vagrant that no one will miss. You killed Parceph's companion!"
"What are you so pissed about?"
Zhorelle stared at her clueless one-ton offspring who possessed not one nanogram of integrity, and for some reason it unnerved him to the point of babble.
"I warned him this would happen! And... and it wasn't my idea in the first place. He wanted me to fuck him instead of Malaya, and I told him no way, but he insisted..."
"You're fucking Malaya, now, too!?"
"Well, no... not yet anyway..."
"Bouceph..." The angry mare got angrier and was about to let him have it. But then she considered the corpse of Parceph's dearest Companion and decided that her energy was better spent dealing with that atrocity instead. She set down next to it. "Put him on my back. I'll take care of him."
"You're the greatest, Ma," he said, dragging the lifeless man over her back. "When you return, I promise to give you something extra special."
Zhorelle stood up. "Save it for Malaya," she said coldly.
"Okay," he grinned, kicking his hooves.
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